voice

Xiao Liu shrugged his shoulders and walked in front of Wei Nanjun and Fang Yisheng. When he arrived at the restaurant for dinner in the morning, he felt sensitively that Brother Nan was a little colder than usual.

Are these two fighting?No, wasn't it fine yesterday?Why did the two fall out after one night?

Why, this place where birds don't lay eggs doesn't even have a good internet connection, so what's there to argue about?

Wei Nanjun had breakfast, he greeted everyone in the crew and smiled, but he didn't speak to Fang Yi, and he didn't even look at him.

The weather was cloudy today, and it didn't rain at all. We went to tidy up the scene, and we should be able to continue filming. Xiao Liu brought himself some breakfast. In the cold and high pressure, he felt like he was going to have indigestion.

"Well, didn't sleep well last night?" He reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth, trying to ease and care about the inexplicable stalemate, but unfortunately he is not skilled in business, and the raised corners of his mouth seemed to be poked up by two chopsticks. He didn't look like a close brother at all. , It's quite like a facial nerve disorder.

Wei Nanjun glanced at him lightly, telling him to shut up with his eyes.

The eyes of an actor are like little stars who can talk.

Although in Xiao Liu's eyes at this time, the star probably entered the state of a collapsed black hole after its core was exhausted.

Wei Nanjun looked at the contents of the white porcelain plate, but he had no appetite at all.His breakfast has always been simple, a cup of sugar-free soy milk, a little starch, fiber and a lot of protein. Sometimes, when time is short, a tea egg and a large bowl of milk and cereal may solve the problem.

He is not difficult to raise, with the crew running around, his picky eating habits have been polished long ago, he has not watched a meal for a long time, and he is so disgusted that he wants to feed it to the pigs.

It is impossible for any normal man to be in a good mood after being teased like that and rejected at night.His forehead is still on fire. Anyone who doesn't have eyes may be burned into a pig's head by the gushing flames at any time.

The boredom in his chest was like a pressure cooker with a locked fire, rampaging so fast that it almost exploded.

He didn't know where his demeanor came from. After calming down, he could still pretend to be asleep so that Fang Yisheng, who had been hiding in the toilet, had a chance to come out.

He should have blocked him at the toilet door and asked him to explain.

Is there such a joker?

After Fang Yi's voice came out, he slipped back, that's disgusting enough!

It doesn't even care about his life or death, it's very hateful!

He was so angry that he didn't sleep all night!

Wei Nanjun's gaze swept across Fang Yi's voice coldly and without a trace, his salivating face was tense, as if he had been fucked hard yesterday... Wei Nanjun couldn't help grinding his teeth.

"Cough, ah, I remembered that I wanted to call Sister Yan, I, I won't bother you anymore." Picking up the plate, Xiao Liu shook his phone with a dry smile, and rushed to the unoccupied table in the corner.

He obviously detected Wei Nanjun's increasingly irritable emotional index, and he knew how to protect himself and slipped away, leaving behind Fang Yi's expressionless face, whose whole body seemed to have been put in a plaster cast.

"Don't you have anything to say? I came here to sit next to you. I thought you would want to talk to me?" Wei Nanjun sipped his latte, but there was no displeasure in his voice, as if he was greeting him as usual.

A good actor can even control his voice freely, even if he is really in a bad mood.

Fang Yisheng's fingers holding the tableware twitched, and his lips moved.

"You can say anything." Wei Nanjun glanced at the young man's plate, guessing that he was also in a bad mood. There were only a few cauliflowers and a tablespoon of steamed eggs on the plate, and he hadn't finished eating, so it was obviously nothing. appetite.

This realization calmed his mind inexplicably.

"Sorry." Fang Yisheng's voice was so stiff that it was exactly the same as his body movements, as if he had been poured with cement from the inside to the outside, and his whole body was about to become a statue.

Wei Nanjun put down the tableware, and there was a crisp sound of metal hitting the plate. He keenly noticed that Fang Yisheng was holding the tableware tightly, and his shoulders arched unnaturally in a very slight arc.

He is nervous.

Wei Nanjun felt even more strange.

"You have to give me a reason, right? The response I gave yesterday should... not disappoint you."

Kaga... The sound of the fork scraping across the plate was subtle but piercing.

"You look like a ghost." Wei Nanjun continued, he rearranged his facial expression, his aura disappeared in an instant, and the remaining gentle face hung on his face, and the sense of confrontation between the two of them unconsciously disappeared, only Fang Yisheng's sharp thorns were still standing there.

"Sorry." Fang Yisheng put down the tableware and wiped his face vigorously. "You can just treat me as mentally ill, or you can treat me as crazy." After saying that, he got up and put the untouched plates into the recycling cabinet and left the restaurant.

Wei Nanjun looked at his back and frowned.

Fang Yisheng walked out of the hotel all the way, and there were many crew members in the lobby, so he didn't want to be in the crowd.Walking along the main road, the streets of the small place are already bustling with various morning offerings of incense, students and those who need to rush to work come and go, Fang Yisheng walked for a long time before finding a remote alley.

The row upon row of houses that almost form a line on both sides is like a city wall. There are only two ways out, the front and the back. He never has to worry about someone rushing out from the side. Such a nearly closed space relieves his tense body a little. It is quiet here. Only himself.

His footsteps were hurried, but they slowed down slowly, and finally stopped in place.The gloomy world is like a canvas, the nearly motionless clouds are self-contained, and the air without flow is like condensed jelly, fabricating gloomy shadows on everyone's faces, all the hustle and bustle in the world is covered up like this , It became a viscous mud flow of the same color.

Fang Yisheng likes cloudy days, which will make him feel more at ease.

Everyone was silenced, so he wouldn't look too different from ordinary people.

He forcefully exhaled the sticky and dirty breath in his chest, his whole body softened as if his bone marrow had been pulled out, and he squatted down weakly.

Self-loathing was rolling in his viscera, spitting hot hydrochloric acid bubbles on the delicate and fragile organs, he could almost feel the pain, his emotions seemed to turn into sharp thin blades, as the bubbles cut him piece by piece. flesh and blood.

He wished he could die.

Inside the hotel, Xiao Liu looked at Wei Nanjun who was alone, and glanced here and there but did not see Fang Yi's voice. "Xiao Fang won't be with us today?"

"En." Wei Nanjun replied lightly. "Take the crew car today."

Driving is work, and if you don't drive, you can be a little lazy. Xiao Liu has nothing to say, so he carried Wei Nanjun's bag, and followed the big team into the minibus rented by the crew.

He looked up at the sky. "I hope I can do a little better, otherwise I won't be able to catch up with the show, and I'm afraid I will have to wait another day."

Hearing Xiao Liu's words, Wei Nanjun sighed silently.He really couldn't stay in this place.

The corners of his mouth curled into an undetectable arc, laughing at himself that he couldn't hold his breath in less than a week.In the past, he didn't cry out for three consecutive months of filming in the barren area, but now because of a certain person, he doesn't want to stay in this place for a moment.

Taking a nap with his eyes half closed, Wei Nanjun analyzed Fang Yisheng.

Then he came to a conclusion that if Fang Yisheng last night hadn't been caught by a pervert in the middle of the night—really had his upper body, then he was in a deep closet, homophobic.

Both of these inferences are ridiculous, but both are somewhat possible.

Fang Yisheng's age is within the hunting range of old house ghosts...

They picked Lin Guang, the best-looking young actor...

Fang Yisheng didn't lose anything to him, no matter his face or figure...

So it is very possible to be targeted by perverts.

Wei Nanjun stepped on the brakes for his free thoughts, and the driver also applied the brakes. When they arrived at the parking lot, they had to walk up.

The director must have made sure that the whole crew could be pulled out. Now as long as Lin Guang is in normal condition, they can end the scene smoothly.

After getting out of the car and taking a breath of fresh air, Wei Nanjun turned his wrist and slender fingers and gently touched the rope pendant, something in his heart seemed to calm down following this movement.

"Lin Guang, are you okay today?" the director shouted loudly.

The thin young man's face was still pale, he smiled shyly and nodded.

Much more normal than yesterday.

The ground is still a little wet, but this can be covered up as long as the camera is good.Wei Nanjun went to the side to put on makeup and change clothes. The director was reminding several actors of important lines and emotional expressions, and also nagged the props group a few times. When Wei Nanjun came out, the outside was orderly and harmonious.

Today's play went unexpectedly fast, Lin Guang was no longer neurotic, he seemed to have recovered, no one made a mistake, the director was happy, and kept yelling for people to book a table, he treats guests.

The drama here is over for good.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since Lin Guang had an accident, everyone subconsciously tensed up. He was a little weird after that, which made everyone keep muttering in their hearts without saying anything. Many people were killed, and they were still young people in their prime of life.

It's all right now, freed, the bustling metropolis, the smooth internet, the warm kennel at home, these pictures are dancing lap dance in everyone's head holding hands in a circle.

Everyone has a smile on their faces, and there is wind when they walk.

The director came up and patted Lin Guang on the shoulder, and smiled at Wei Nanjun, who always performed well.

Wei Nanjun retreated to the temporary make-up room to remove makeup and change clothes. The simple cubicle couldn't stop the excitement outside, but at some point, the sound outside became quieter. When he went out with the make-up artist and stylist, many people came After getting out of the car, only the props group and the lighting group are left to do the final environment restoration.

"Is it foggy?" Holding the makeup case, the makeup artist looked around and half joked. "It can't be that the smog suddenly became serious, right?"

"There's no smog in this place." The stylist replied with a smile.

Seeing the two girls talking and laughing as they walked forward, Wei Nanjun looked back at the old house, wishing he could go back to the hotel to see that person in the next second.

But when he took a step, the fog in front of him was suddenly so thick that he couldn't see his fingers.

With a click, he stopped immediately. "Plum?" He called to the makeup artist, but his voice seemed to be swallowed by a thick fog.

He subconsciously squeezed the jade pendant on his wrist with his backhand. "Is anyone there?"

There was no response, as if he entered the chaotic space between that step.

The anxiety of only one person in the world made his adrenaline rise, and his whole body tensed up.

Suddenly, the sound of thin footsteps came from the front, and someone walked towards him. Wei Nanjun was heaving a sigh of relief, when he saw the dull-eyed Lin Guang staggering past him, his shoulders arched, as if someone Walking with shoulders held up, the thin sound is the sound of toes brushing grass blades.

Goosebumps crawled all over Wei Nanjun's body. He didn't dare to move. He watched Lin Guang go towards the old house. Just when his figure was about to disappear into the white mist, Lin Guang suddenly turned his head and stared at him. Wei Nanjun felt his fear and asked for help from it.

It can only be sensed by the same kind. They are vigilant and fearful of the same unknown existence, and at the same time, they are also frightened by the environment that cannot be grasped at this time, and even more desperate for the possibilities that will happen next.

Wei Nanjun could empathize with these, so after seeing Lin Guang's eyes, he clearly received his emotional message.

At this moment, he felt a slight push on his back, and his tense nerves almost made him jump up. When he turned his head and saw Fang Yisheng standing silently behind him, he froze for a moment.

"Follow."

Fang Yisheng's voice was very weak, without ups and downs.

"Follow me? Lin Guang..."

Fang Yisheng said again: "Follow."

To him, Wei Nanjun has always been tolerant. Even if they were very unhappy last night, they broke up unhappy this morning, but in his heart he had planned to have a peace talk and talk in depth, and he was still in a calm mood at this time.

Not to mention that in the current situation, Fang Yisheng is considered an expert, so there is no reason not to listen to him.

Wei Nanjun glanced at the looming shadow in the mist, and stepped up to follow.

"Why are you here? Did you come up by taxi?" He asked softly, sweeping Fang Yi's voice from the corner of his eyes.

Fang Yi was silent, and just pushed Wei Nanjun slightly like a urging.

They entered the old house, and the strange thing was that the thick fog outside seemed to be blocked by something, and it didn't seep into the old and deserted house at all.

This house is a brick house, and it should have been rich in those days.The inside is not very big, just a cramped hall, followed by a small room, the tattered partition curtains are broken into strips, and I don’t know how many years they have been nailed there.

Next to the small room is an old-fashioned kitchen with a brick stove, and there is a small wooden attic on the top, but the wooden ladder leading to the second floor is rotten to pieces.

The rags hanging from above can't even tell the original color.

In such a room that can be seen almost at a glance, he did not see Lin Guang.

He turned around to ask, but he was the only one in the room, and Fang Yisheng who let him in just now was gone.Wei Nanjun was terrified, he took a step back subconsciously, and then nervously looked around the room.

"What the hell..." What's going on?

The sound of light footsteps came from behind him, he turned his head suddenly, and saw Lin Guang slowly walking out of the mist with a strange smile on his face. Lifted up with unnatural enthusiasm, like a heart cookie that has been pinched and turned sharp.

He couldn't help but stay silent, tense and motionless.He didn't dare to think about where Lin Guang had just gone, and where he came from, and he didn't want to think about it.

Seeing the thin young man walking towards the center of the hall, this is only a small place where a man can walk to the end in ten steps, but he took a few steps to get there. Those legs are nothing like his. Wei Nanjun suspected that Lin Guang The world he lives in is different from his.

It seems that there are tables and chairs that he can't see. Lin Guang is sitting on the chairs, talking to someone.

His facial expression is still weird like a dummy, but the breath exuding from his whole body is joyful.

Wei Nanjun thought of Bai Zhiyuan...

His mind buzzed.Has Lin Guang been seduced?

What about him, who tricked him here, is it real Fang Yisheng, or is it fake?

If it is fake, then, he is also locked, should he be left here?

why?

Looking at Lin Guang, he inexplicably felt that he had been treated differently. Although Lin Guang, who had been ecstasy and brainwashed into a wax statue, was not much better, but as he watched with sanity and fear, he felt more like he had been tortured.

Holding the jade pendant tightly with his backhand, Wei Nanjun could only pin his only hope on this thing.But at this time, the scientific side of the brain keeps refuting a little thing, so can it drive away ghosts for him?If it is really useful, there are so many consecrated objects in his collection room, how can he still not be able to restrain a female ghost?

Thinking about it, he remembered Fang Yisheng who tied the pendant for him through the tangled red rope.

That little bastard...