[Rebirth] The gold master's husband is not easy to coax

"So you are still a person with a story." Zhuang Ling didn't know which alley to turn out at this time.

"If there is no story, I will not be the chief director."

"..." Zhuang Ling suddenly had a thought and asked, "Do you know Zhuang Mingyuan?"

"Who?" Fang Shu said blankly.

"I was confused. How old was I when they left, and you didn't know where they were. Do you know how many dealers there are in Pingshan Town?"

"The banker? Surnamed Zhuang? Just one!"

"One?"

"Yes, just one, just over the town, not far from here. What? You are..."

"I am the son of the old dealer."

"what?"

"Then, are there still people in that old house?"

"There is no one else, the building has long been empty."

"……guessed."

"I didn't expect that you are also a child of Pingshan Town."

"It doesn't count, after all, my parents left the town when they were seven or eight years old."

"Hmm." Fang Shutong nodded thoughtfully, "Then do you want to see the old house? If I finish work early tomorrow, I can take you there."

"By the way, since the Zhuang family's old house is still there, what about the Liang family's?"

"The Liang family?" Fang Shutong frowned and thought for a long time before he suddenly realized, "Oh! That Liang family! The one next door to the dealer's! My grandfather said that this is the descendant branch of the tomb keeper. I don't know how it ended up here. Presumably it was because of the war."

"The tomb guard?!" Zhuang Ling turned pale with shock. He had a vague guess in his heart, but he was not sure. He tentatively asked, "Which family's tomb is guarding? Is it... Prince Liang?"

"It seems to be." Fang Shutong replied indifferently, "I heard that the surname was changed to Liang because he guarded the tomb of the Liang Dynasty. What's the matter, this Liang family is...?"

"My mother's house."

"..." Fang Shutong suddenly stopped, "It turns out that the one who really has a story is Mr. Zhuang."

Zhuang Ling smiled bitterly, "Don't call me 'Teacher Zhuang', or 'You'. To be honest, if I hadn't come here to explore the secrets this time, I might not have taken the job." In just a few days, another What can be found?

The next day the weather was much better, and there were some pedestrians on the Qingshiban Road, but there were not many of them, and it could be seen that they were all locals.

"These townspeople seem to be a bit xenophobic. Is it really possible to develop tourism in such a place?" Xiao Lin is a typical scar and forgets the pain. She went to buy mineral water just now, but was dumped by the shopkeeper. His complexion, it is inevitable that he will complain again at this moment.

Fang Shutong happened to hear this sentence, and he explained helplessly, "It's not that they are not hospitable, but they have stayed in a closed place for a long time, and some of them don't know how to communicate with others."

"Then haven't you thought about instilling some ideas in the townspeople, such as... to get along with outsiders? Otherwise, tourists will never come again when they see that the people here are so unfriendly. This reputation is natural. I can't get out either."

"That's a problem, but that's what the town leaders should worry about. I'm a part-time worker, so it's better not to talk too much. We're here!"

Fang Shutong took them to the only temple in the town.The monster and Yingzi met in front of this temple.It was a small temple for marriage.

What they are going to shoot in the morning is a promotional poster, which will be hung at the entrance of the Grand Theater in the future.

Wearing white clothes, Zhuang Ling stood gracefully in front of the temple, looking up at the plaque on the temple gate, holding a jade pendant casually in his hand, and the red tassels on the jade pendant naturally fell down.

What a good young man in troubled times, he is out of tune with the dilapidated surroundings, even a bit abrupt, forming a strong contrast.This is also a common conflict in dramas.

It can be said that in the short half-hour promotional film, conflicting techniques can be seen everywhere. Black and white, evil and good are all displayed vividly and silently.

"OK, not bad, a few more photos from a different angle!"

"Okay! What about the devil costume? Let's go into the curtain and take a few more shots in the morning. Teacher Zhuang is worthy of being Teacher Zhuang. His movements are not stiff at all, and his eyes are well grasped." Fang Shutong really did it well. To waste a morning of preparation.

Because they had also shot some promotional videos and posters before, but those people were either too stiff in their limbs or their eyes were dull, which was very difficult to deal with, and those people were also second- and third-tier niches, so he didn't expect Zhuang Ling to Such a "peace of mind".

Most of them gathered around the temple to take pictures, which inevitably aroused a group of townspeople watching. They gathered together and pointed, obviously not knowing what such people were doing.It wasn't until Zhuang Ling came out wearing a black devil suit with half a ghost mask on his face that no one made trouble.

"The devil! They are the devil!!!"

"Devil? Uncle Zhou, what are you talking about? What kind of devil? We are making a promotional video here."

"Boy Fang! Stay away from him!" The old man who couldn't straighten his back tremblingly pointed at Zhuang Ling, "He's a devil... The old Liang's child is back..."

"Liang? Do you know my mother's natal family? Then you know that back then..."

"I don't know! I don't know anything!" The old man surnamed Zhou suddenly jumped up and ran as if he had been hit by a stone, shouting as he ran, "The old Liang family is back to take revenge..."

revenge?What revenge?

Zhuang Ling suddenly stopped his pursuit, and silently withdrew his feet, thoughtful.It seems that not only were the parents murdered to death back then, but even they left the town because of other secrets.

Then why are they leaving?Was it driven away by those present?

Zhuang Ling looked around slowly, but found that every townsman who met his gaze looked away instantly.

"Director, then...do you still shoot?"

"Teacher Zhuang, look."

"Shoot, let's go in." In this unprofessional small team, Zhuang Ling seemed to be upgraded to the "backbone", and even the director had to listen to his opinions.

"Okay, shoot. We're going in."

Zhuang Ling changed into a different person immediately when he put on the devil suit.If we said that he was as warm and moist as jade just now, then now his whole jaw is tense, exuding a cold breath, and the only pair of eyes that are exposed are also full of coldness. When he looks directly at you, You will shudder.

For a while, Fang Shutong couldn't get close.

He coughed, "Very good, that's it. Mr. Zhuang, turn your body a little more, let half of your face hide in the shadow, and take a few more pictures."

Fang Shutong was very satisfied with these two sets of photos with completely different styles, and he felt that he was reluctant to give up each one.In the end, he synthesized a black and white photo into a huge poster.