Chapter 15: Ten Years of Life and Death (5)
Zhang's Ancestral Hall.
Rows of oil lamps were lit in the clean ancestral hall. Under the dim light, the tablets of the Zhang family's ancestors were blurry and difficult to see clearly.
This is the ancestral hall of Zhangjia Town.
At night, the crew had a scene to shoot at the entrance of the ancestral hall. The director team and the old clan leader of the town begged for a long time before they agreed to let them shoot it once, so the whole crew was very attentive, hoping to succeed in one shot.
Ning Huanxin has no role here, she just comes here to fill in the numbers.
This small town is called Zhangjia Town, and most of the families in the town have the surname Zhang.
Before Ning Huanxin went out, she borrowed a set of clothes from Zhang Yan. Although it was a little thin, it was still wearable. The girl was very enthusiastic and even lent Ning Huanxin an extra red windbreaker.
The bright red color is particularly eye-catching in the dark night.
In order to become familiar with the crowd as quickly as possible, Ning Huanxin diligently helped the prop guys move things around. When carrying chairs into the ancestral hall, Ning Huanxin clearly felt that the hall was much colder than outside.
It’s so cold. It’s really, really cold.
"A-choo!" The props guy next to him couldn't help but sneeze and subconsciously pulled his thick coat tighter.
"Why is it colder in this room than outside?"
"Hush!" The person beside him shook his head at him and pointed to the tablet not far away: "This is an ancestral hall, enshrining countless ghosts, how can it not be cold?"
As they were talking, the two men's faces changed and they quickly ran out of the ancestral hall.
Ning Huanxin was walking at the end, and she always felt that there was a pair of eyes looking at her from behind. The gaze was very deep and sharp.
Who is it?
Ning Huanxin turned around abruptly. The ancestral hall was empty with only rows of oil lamps flickering. Ning Huanxin frowned and glanced at the rows of tablets in the ancestral hall. Not noticing anything wrong, she turned around.
"Bang."
At this moment, there was a sound of something falling to the ground behind me.
Ning Huanxin turned around again and saw that a spirit tablet had actually fallen on the bluestone ground.
Ning Huanxin's body froze in place. She hesitated and was about to go back when her arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.
"Why are you still here?"
Jiang Lixing's voice suddenly came from the side.
"I……"
Ning Huanxin opened her mouth and pointed behind herself: "There is a spirit tablet over there..."
The bluestone ground was empty! "What's wrong with the spirit tablet?" Jiang Lixing looked in the direction Ning Huanxin pointed, but found nothing.
"Forehead."
Ning Huanxin's palms were full of sweat: "Maybe... I'm dazzled! This place is eerie and I'm nervous. I tend to get dazzled when I'm nervous."
"Okay, you're new here, you need to learn more from your seniors about how to act and how to move in front of the camera. Come, I'm just finishing my work, I'll take you over there to have a look."
Jiang Lixing seemed to have a surprisingly good temper. Being pulled by her male god, Ning Huanxin's mood quickly calmed down.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
The two men came to the filming site. Since Jiang Lixing was the second male lead in the play, he had his own special resting place and the people in the crew were also very polite to him.
He took Ning Huanxin directly behind the camera and whispered to her the filming techniques. The two were very close, so close that Ning Huanxin could smell the scent of Jiang Lixing.
A faint, inexplicably fresh smell.
"What perfume did you use?"
Ning Huanxin suddenly asked.
This smell is so special that once you smell it, you will never forget it.
(End of this chapter)