from the star

When life returns to the ordinary track, even Ling Qingyuan feels very comfortable.An ordinary family of three, although struggling, although there are quarrels from time to time, is harmonious and warm.In addition to work, I usually care about Cheng's mother's health and take care of Lu Bai's studies.Cheng's mother didn't know that her son had found a lucrative job—tips were more than attendance wages. As always, she worked several cleaning jobs, so busy that she couldn't rest all day long.

Ling Qingyuan often advised her not to work so hard, but Cheng's mother never believed that the night shift of a waiter could be a good job to earn money.Ling Qingyuan then thought that this woman was probably used to working hard, so she didn't say anything and let her do it.

As for Cheng Lubai, he usually just helped her with extracurricular tutoring, but he accidentally triggered a switch, which made the relationship between the siblings escalate.Cheng Lubai could only pay homage to the knowledge that her brother had given her.

Ling Qingyuan bought two books with a little tip, "Basic Music Theory" and "Basic Skills of Actors' Artistic Language" and gave them to Cheng Lubai.Cheng's mother complained that he spent money indiscriminately, Ling Qingyuan fooled around with a haha.And Cheng Lubai once again felt that his brother was playing for real.

"Brother, how do you know this?" Cheng Lubai couldn't put it down because of the two books, and even her hobby of surfing entertainment channels was squeezed out.

"Didn't I set up a stall in the University City area before? A student from the University of Arts mentioned it, and I will remember it over time."

"Brother, it's not that you planned to go this way earlier, now take it all to me." Cheng Lubai poked Ling Qingyuan's chest and smiled: "Hey, tell me."

Ling Qingyuan didn't bother to deny it, since Cheng Hebai, an older brother, had such a plan in his early years, he might as well borrow it as a shield.

After working for a few days, the time shifted to Sunday.Cheng Lubai didn't have to go to class, and Ling Qingyuan was also happy to relax.But his uneasy sister picked him up early in the morning and roughly dragged his head to look at the computer screen.

"What are you doing?" Ling Qingyuan didn't get home until almost four o'clock in the morning, and it was rare for him to sleep in. After lying down for a few hours, he was picked up by someone, and he naturally got up full of energy.Blinking his eyes, he realized that he was facing something fancy.

That's the Weibo page.

Cheng Lubai was obviously impatient to let him understand it by himself, and began to explain in a mess: "The page of the male god. Did you see it, the movie ticket he posted last night."

"I see, the movie ticket." Ling Qingyuan repeated like a repeater, retracting into the pillow and going to sleep again.

"Don't sleep! The male god said on Weibo: He lost the bet with Fang Wenjun. Brother Fang made a request that Tan Yue collect seven group photos with Fang Wenjun's movie posters and seven movie tickets before he can be forgiven."

"and then?"

"Then what's next." Cheng Lubai swung the big knife to the side, shook her brother's shoulder and shouted: "Get up, go to the movies with me. Meet the male god!"

"What movie?" Ling Qingyuan was horrified when he saw Cheng Lubai's enlarged face at close range while half asleep and half awake, and instinctively threw her to the ground.

Cheng Lubai just sat on the ground and couldn't get up: "Nonsense, what other movies did Fang Wenjun act in. "The Soul Comes Back"."

"...show me the computer."

The ins and outs of the matter are just as Cheng Lubai said, Fang Wenjun asked Tan Yue to collect Dragon Balls, oh no, movie tickets.As for what their bet was, neither revealed.However, Tan Yue really generously posted his photo at the entrance of Maitian Theater yesterday, as well as the pink ticket, on Weibo, and then Aite Fang Wenjun.

The comments below have gone crazy.Many people replied that they saw the happiness with their own eyes.A large number of fans who said they wanted to meet each other were even more so.Some netizens said, welcome to Shanghai to watch the movie, and provide round-trip air tickets.Welcome to the national tour.Immediately after that, someone complained that he might as well express himself to Taiping City and sit in a movie theater.

A fan who couldn't see the situation clearly asked: God, you are messing with me.Immediately someone relayed: Great God, you and Little Rourou are messing around.Fang Wenjun has already been called "little meat" by the audience because of his baby fat round face and honest and simple shape.

Ling Qingyuan was very busy in the past and now, and he is so scumbag that he has no time to play with these new media on his fingertips.Confused by the current interaction and spoof, is this really the world he lived in before.He tried his best to look calm: "It's a new way of hype."

"What does the male god need to hype up. That movie has nothing to do with him. Besides, what's there to hype about him and Brother Fang, to show off their mutual affection?" Cheng Lubai clicked on the computer, She dug out a few lines and stuffed them for her brother: "I know you don't believe me. Look, he really read the movie review written by the male god."

After Ling Qingyuan saw the two photos and the microblog explaining the reason, the blogger added a comment and reposted it. The [-]-word short impression cannot be called a film review. "Yuan Wu lived a life of ups and downs, traveling far away from home, but encountered innocent grievances. I watched this film for the first time, and my focus was on that era and the protagonist's experience. I always feel that there are many subtleties. Things I didn’t appreciate. It’s okay, I still have to watch (grimace). It’s nice to live in this era. Love you (smile).”

When Ling Qingyuan saw this passage, his heart suddenly felt a little heavy.He is not stupid, he can see it, and I believe that he is not the only one, there should be people with discerning eyes who can also see it.This is where betting and Dragon Ball are, this is advertising.

The problem is, it's not Tan Yue who is hyped in the advertisement.Could it be that they are speculating on Fang Wenjun?

It must not be for Ling Qingyuan.He left already.Tan Yue is a new best actor, why should he give money to a dead director.Ling Qingyuan, what virtue and ability does he have, please ask the actor to go to publicize in person, so as to win back his reputation after death.

"Brother, do you want to accompany me or not?"

"If you want to watch all the shows in all theaters, I can't accompany you." Ling Qingyuan brewed up his emotions, and said as naturally as possible.

"Of course not, the cost would be too high. It doesn't matter, I've already placed my bet!"

Ling Qingyuan heard what this girl said, and dared to believe that she was buying a lottery ticket.He smiled bitterly and listened to Cheng Lubai's "reasoning" speechlessly.

"According to reliable sources, the male god will go to the filming location in eight days, and I don't know how long he will be there. He should still watch it within these eight days. Otherwise, it is very likely that the film will be offline. Then the question arises, where is he going?" If the sky is free, where should I go to watch it? Excluding his possible time for running announcements, going on shows, accepting interviews, and sleeping, there should be fourteen free time periods of more than three hours. The reason why I say three hours is of course because it still needs to be counted. It’s a journey. So in these [-] time periods, what are the scenes in the film?”

“今天中午十一点到12:30，魏丰国际。下周四晚上六点到07:30，大华影城。下周六晚上09:30到十一点，魏丰世纪城。还有大下周一迈天广场的一场。”

"Are you planning to watch all four games?" Ling Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, looked at Cheng Lubai's expression of course and sighed, "Let's just assume your reasoning is reliable. Logically, he watched it yesterday and will watch it today." The possibility is very small, unless he is not too tired. So today's game can be crossed out. I can't ask for leave next Thursday and next Monday, so naturally forget it. I can take a rest on Saturday night, this game is not question."

"Brother, I've narrowed down the scope so much!"

Ling Qingyuan turned a deaf ear and covered herself with a towel and was hummed: "It's such a hot day, the noise is so loud."

Cheng Lubai put on a pleading and mournful expression: "You're fine at noon today, so I'll treat you as my treat, okay? How expensive are two domestic films? I'm still a student ticket. Why don't you go see it with me, by the way Lectures and plays, field teaching. How about it, isn’t it multi-purpose?”

Cheng Lubai knew that her reason moved her brother, because the latter sat up and said, "Get up and drive first. Let me clean up and call you when I'm done."

The two brothers and sisters hurried to arrive at the top-floor cinema of Weifeng International before ten o'clock.I thought I had come early enough, but when I bought the tickets, I realized that the entrance, the front row, and the good seats facing the screen had all been taken.

Cheng Lubai was full of thoughts, blaming himself for being slow, but he still chose the two most front connected positions, even though they were corners.Ling Qingyuan was a little flattered, and repeatedly confirmed the film information to the staff: "This is "Return of the Soul", right?"

"Yes, sir."

I have to admire that Tan Yue is so charismatic.Ling Qingyuan was somewhat self-deprecating and despondent, he thought that the promotion of his film would be better than raising one's arms alone.After the two bought the tickets, Ling Qingyuan wanted to go to the bench in the rest area to wait for the opening, but Cheng Lubai was reluctant and insisted on standing in front of Fang Wenjun's bald poster.

For some unknown reason, the theater placed the poster of the bald Yuan Wu lying in the snow and looking up at the blue sky in a very prominent position. As far as Ling Qingyuan saw, several groups of girls had already stepped forward to take pictures.

"If they didn't see the real Tan Yue, I don't know if they would be disappointed." Ling Qingyuan sighed softly.He turned his head and asked Cheng Lubai, wondering what the girl's answer would be.

"Disappointed? Well... that's okay. If you don't see him this time, it's the fan's idea to come again next time. After all, if it's easy to see, you won't be a male god." Cheng Lubai rolled his eyes: "But of course, if you spend money to buy movie tickets, if you want to watch a really bad movie, you will feel very sad."

Ling Qingyuan was taken aback, and asked back: "For those fans, those who don't have their idols are all worthless bad movies."

Cheng Lubai opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Hey, it's strange... Is it a bad movie without an idol? A bad movie is a bad movie." Cheng Lubai looked at the pink paper in his hand, and buried his head in confusion: " Why didn't I think about it just now... If it's not good, I'll watch every scene. Forget it, if I feel really boring after watching it today, I'll just block people in the next few games and not enter the scene."

"But brother, I thought you would have confidence in Ling Qingyuan's movie."

Ling Qingyuan froze, as if there was a cloud of fog very close to him in the confusion, but it dissipated as soon as he reached out his hand.Confident in your film?When Ling Qingyuan was alive, he really didn't think about it so much. All he thought about was how to express the theme of the play with excellence, how to make every detail perfect,

He just tries to create.Because he loves, this is his expression, his painting, his dance and music, and he really doesn't think about confidence.

He should have confidence in his film, the confidence to face honest criticism and acclaim.

"It's rare for you to be so smart." Ling Qingyuan's mind was blank, not knowing where to look.Waves of audiences came up and down the escalator. They laughed and took photos with Fang Wenjun, or went to the front desk to ask about the show time and remaining tickets.If he himself is a member of the general audience, what does he care about?Will it still be box office, word of mouth and cost?

Compared with whether there are stars starring in it, what else can attract the audience more?He should have confidence in his hard work, shouldn't he.

"You boast too dishonestly." Cheng Lubai complained, "Forget it, waiting is waiting. Brother, you should give me a lesson..."

The movie started at [-] o'clock, and many audience members were reluctant to enter until the last second before the opening.Of course it is to block people.Ling Qingyuan urged Cheng Lubai several times, but to no avail.I simply took the ticket and went in first.

He doesn't care about any gimmicks outside the door.Ling Qingyuan, a director who earns the box office out of his own pocket, doesn't want to miss a single minute of the feature film.

The story resounds amidst the cries of the infant, and the picture unfolds from the darkness. A man with a half-glowed mouse tail and a short gray jacket rushes into the room of his postpartum wife, excitedly hugging his newborn son.In the golden autumn, there is a large crop field outside the house, and tenant farmers like the protagonist Yuan's family are working in the field.In the 30th year of Qianlong's reign, Yuan Wu lived with his parents in Ningyang County, Yanzhou, Shandong.

Yanzhou promotes education, and farmers can take imperial examinations.Yuan's father is literate, and he also hopes that his son can turn a chicken into a phoenix, give birth to a granny, and eat imperial food.Time passed in the sound of yaya books.In the 38th year of Qianlong's reign, a severe drought caused no crops to be harvested in Ningyang's farmland, followed by a plague of locusts.Relief is picturesque cakes to satisfy hunger, taxes are not reduced, thin production is empty, and the peaceful farm scene is like a bubble that shatters in the blink of an eye.

Not long after, Yuan's father and Yuan's mother passed away.Nine-year-old Yuan Wu, like many fellow villagers, was reduced to scavenging and begging for a living.The severe drought in North China has been going on for years, not only in Ningyang, but the whole Yanzhou has been starving and dying.The beggars have gone from fighting for food to eating corpses to satisfy their hunger.

This land is dead.Yuan Wu realized that if he didn't leave this drought-stricken land where the sky fell for nine days, sooner or later he would starve to death or be bitten to death by hungry people.But he has no guide.The only way to leave the shackles of the homeland is to become a wandering monk and Taoist, and go around for alms.He took off the robe of the old monk who had rescued him but died of starvation, and shaved his hair by himself.What he once read was called morality, but he couldn't bear to abandon the rat tail he received from his parents.Hesitating in every possible way, Yuan Wu finally took a small burden and put on a rat tail, and started the journey of alms for a fake monk without a document.

For ten years, he traveled across the two rivers, went down to Fujian and Zhejiang, and met many false monks along the way.They "teach each other" and "call each other brothers".Along the way, the three brothers and sisters heard that Jiaxing and Huzhou in Taihu Lake are rich in water and soil, and there is no worry about hunger, so they went south together.Unexpectedly, a generation in the south of the Yangtze River hates monks and Taoists pretending to be evil and playing ghosts, and the real refugees who hate the fake monks and Taoism rob them of their rations.

"It's called the soul—"

The woman's fearful and shrill voice sounded in the village and echoed in the dark theater, causing the audience to gasp.

In the movie, the woman's son went into convulsions for unknown reasons, and was unconscious. The rat's tail was scattered behind his head, and a section was neatly cut off. "I'm screaming, I'm screaming, someone twisted my son's hair, and cast an evil spell to hook the boy's soul!"

"A wooden stake was found in the pond in the east of the village. There was a piece of rag under the lettering on it. It was the old clothes of Ge's second dog in the west."

A period of true and false rumors spread in the small villages under the jurisdiction of Huzhou Prefecture. In Taihu Lake, Suzhou and Hangzhou, and Jiaxing, there are rumors that monks and Taoists begging for alms are evil spirits, who braid their hair with boys' clothes and seduce their souls, in order to practice the path of longevity.Panic spread from Zhejiang and Fujian to Huguang, from word of mouth among villagers to imperial envoys in temples.The three brothers Yuan Wu have nowhere to go.The official arresters found some bundles of braided hair in their bags, and they couldn't argue with it.

The three were taken to jail.Are wandering monks really bewitching the people?The venomous and fearful rumors show no sign of letting up.To quell the rumors by exchanging human lives, or to find out the facts of the case and tell the truth.How to do things, magistrates and magistrates can't make up their minds, they all report to the magistrates, and the magistrates can't make up their minds to report to the imperial envoys.Up to the sky to listen.

God's will is just two words: check, Ann.During repeated and lengthy interrogation, interrogation, and torture, the two wandering monks died of unbearable torture.Yuan Wu recognized "what you haven't done, don't tell lies, don't plead guilty." Refugees robbing food caused local residents to boil with resentment. Spend time in fatigue.

"Zhang Dajiao's son's hair was twisted by his third uncle."

"Ge Ergou's house was burglarized. Someone stole his property and sold it in Dongtang..."

It was because there were other gangsters doing evil things. In order to deal with the aftermath, some people spread rumors and defrauded the boy's soul.Taking advantage of the panic of the villagers, he blamed the wandering monk.

The gavel sounded, and Yuan Wu knelt down to hear the official's decision.His leg is broken.He was also blind in one eye.Eyes full of emptiness have not been able to squeeze out a drop of tears.He has been away from the countryside for ten years and ten years.The yellow crops are still in memory, Zi said that the gentleman has forgotten everything, and the broken monk's robe is still on his body, with black blood stains, which cannot be taken off.

The heavy snow covered the road that the one-eyed lame dragged his body along.The wind picked up, and the snow stopped and stopped.The sky is cold, gloomy and gray everywhere.At the last moment, he fell into the snow and sang nonsense: the world is unkind, and everything is a straw dog...

The author has something to say:

Hey, I love Mr. Kong Feili's historical research work "Soul Calling". The story of "The Return of the Soul" is taken from "Calling the Soul". This article has been artistically processed, and only the central idea is used...