I was bullied in the abuse text [Entertainment]

Guo Pangpang scratched his head embarrassingly, and heheed twice.

Feng Ningsheng looked around the temporary shed in front of him without love, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Guo Pangpang, don't touch the word 'poor' in porcelain, okay?"

The shed was obviously prepared by the crew for the extras who had nowhere to go. In less than 30 square meters, there were more than a dozen bunk beds side by side. Some of the cabinet doors were open, revealing colorful long-wear and long johns inside.

The confined space was filled with the smell of sweat, foot odor, body odor and even rotten duck eggs. In the aisle, shirtless "Song Bingjia" and "Jin Bingyi" were sitting on the mats and sucking instant noodles.

Feng Ning: "..." You can even eat like this?Have your taste buds been struck by lightning?

Before Guo Pangpang left, he was trying to comfort Feng Ning, but when he looked up and saw Feng Ning's expressionless face, he immediately closed his mouth obediently, and fled quickly.

Feng Ning turned sideways, stood on tiptoe, and carefully walked around several burly men at the door, and walked to the empty bed in the corner. The first thing he did was to take the big suitcase bed that Zhou Yue had taken over. Put it on the bed, open it, and lay it flat.

Really no surprises.

I searched all the hidden compartments and pockets to the bottom of the box, but I couldn't find any cash, bank cards, or passbooks that could be used for payment.A few clothes that look fashionable but the fabrics are cheap to the touch, a few bottles of skin care products that are open in the supermarket, two saliva books and a thick notebook...these are all the belongings left by the original owner.

Feng Ning put his hands on the lid of the box and buckled it down forcefully. He had to temporarily give up the idea of ​​going out to find a house to rent.

As the dusk fell, Feng Ning never thought that the first problem he would face after transmigrating into this world would be sleeping!

He thinks he sleeps very well. He used to live with his master in a dilapidated Taoist temple. There was no air-conditioning or heating. It was cold in winter and hot in summer, and he could occasionally hear sparrows chirping in the middle of the night. Even so, he could sleep like a dead dog , as soon as you open your eyes, it's dawn.

However, now this ability has obviously encountered a bottleneck.

Feng Ning suppressed his nausea, put his hands stiffly in front of his chest, and lay down with his clothes on. After tossing and turning on the bed for half an hour listening to the sound of snoring, teeth grinding and talking in sleep, he was finally told by the old man next door. There are pornographic jokes about ghosts haunting the ground, so I can't bear it anymore.

He sat up, turned over and jumped out of bed, accompanied by the high-pitched laughter of "hahaha" from most of the work shed, pulled the only suitcase out the door.

The film and television city where the crew filmed was far away from the urban area, but there was no shortage of accommodation. Feng Ning walked for less than half an hour and found a fast hotel that looked reliable.He originally thought that with the 100 yuan meal money in his pocket and the red envelope received from the corpse, he should have more than enough to pay for sleeping tonight, but the moment he was about to go in, he took back his steps.

It's easy to get through the night, but what about tomorrow?What about the day after tomorrow?And even after the filming? ... Is it not a long-term solution, how long can the only cash on my body last?

It was already past ten o'clock at night, the sky was very dark, the moon was covered tightly by dark clouds, and a sense of loneliness that I had never felt before swept over me.

Feng Ning is not a person who likes to hurt the spring and the autumn. After all, it is useless to think too much. He is more willing to accept the reality and work hard to change the future.But at this moment, he inexplicably thought of his master, and became a little lonely.

Before time travel, Master's life was not rich, but he treated Feng Ning very well.Feng Ning remembered that when he was very young, it was the same night, when the weather was hot and hot and he couldn't fall asleep, the master would sit by the bed, pat his back and read to him Du Bo Suoming from "Mozi"... Although Feng Ning still doesn't quite understand the weird operation of telling ghost stories before going to bed, but thinking about it right now, he feels inexplicably sad.

When you don't think about it, you don't feel much, but once you think about it, the memory is like a flood, and there is nowhere to hide.Feng Ning sniffled, couldn't help it, squatted down and hugged his knees tightly.

At the end of the road, a black luxury sports car roared from a distance. The low roar of the engine was accompanied by waves of smoke from the side exhaust pipes. The arrogant xenon headlights were particularly eye-catching in the dark night. I don’t know who I thought it was Drive the Shenzhou rocket onto the road.

The wheels sped past Feng Ning's body, but slammed on the brakes. The tires and the ground made a sharp and harsh friction sound, and stopped more than ten meters away.