Chapter 241 Jinjiang (1)
Even though Song Ci was extremely reluctant, he had been injured before and his body was delicate and he had no strength at all.
Lu Xingxing just dragged the young master to the next room, put his arm around his shoulder and looked like a good brother, and excitedly asked the young master about Xie Lin in all aspects.
The young master was almost going crazy because of Lu Xingxing. He didn't expect that this guy, who looked unruly, was actually not a wolf at all. He was not the same kind of person as Yan Shixun or Taoist Song Yi. He was clearly a Husky among wolves!
"Lu Xingxing, do your fans know that you are so crazy? Are you sick?"
The young master was so angry that he punched Lu Xingxing: "If you want to know about Xie Lin, can't you just watch the interview yourself? What's not in the interview is what Xie Lin doesn't want to say. He himself doesn't want others to know. Do you think I would say it?"
“And it’s still being broadcast live now!”
Lu Xingxing paused for a moment: "Ah..."
He looked guiltily up and down, but didn't look at the young master.
You can't say that he got so excited that he really forgot about the live broadcast, right?
However, the audience in front of Lu Xingxing's split screen felt sympathy for the young master and were almost laughing like crazy at the interaction between the two.
On the contrary, the young master's imagined remarks about scolding Lu Xingxing did not appear.
[Master, let's just be patient and treat it as a mad dog attacking us... The last time I saw Xingzai so excited was when he won the Best Newcomer Award for his first film soundtrack, right?]
[Wow, I'm sorry, young master. It's not the stars' fault, it's all because Xie Shen is too tempting. Who can resist the temptation of getting close to Xie Shen?]
[Ah, I originally thought Lu Xingxing was a little crazy, but when you put it that way, I put myself in his shoes. Emmm, if I were in that situation, I would probably be even crazier than this.]
[Can you be as crazy as me? If it were me, Brother Yan would have shouted "Where can the evildoer escape!" and taken me in.]
[I am definitely the craziest, stop arguing! Wherever Director Zhang goes, I will be there!]
[…………I lost.]
[??? I'm sorry for my recklessness. You win, you win.]
[I don’t dare to provoke him, but I can’t afford to provoke him. Think about what kind of people Director Zhang usually encounters...hiss!]
[Hahahaha what are you guys doing? Why is the style so different from the other split screens? Is husky temperament contagious?]
[But the stars are so cute like this.]
[In front of Lu Xingxing, even Song Ci couldn't help but break his composure. Hahaha, these two are so funny.]
Not only the audience thought so, even the other guests who had not walked far could not help laughing when they saw the two people playing and fighting over there.
“These two people.”
Zhao Zhen smiled and shook his head: "I didn't expect that the young master could play with Xingxing. They seem to have a good relationship?"
An Nanyuan was so amused by Song Ci's frustrated and angry expression that his whole body was shaking with laughter.
Hearing what Zhao Zhen said, he shrugged and said, "Xingxing's personality actually just happens to match that of the young master, so it's not a big surprise."
An Nanyuan patted Zhao Zhen's shoulder, and imitated Lu Xingxing's actions, hooking Zhao Zhen's shoulder and leading him to the museum room next door.
"Hurry up, we only have one hour of free time."
An Nanyuan advised: "Now that you are here, you must see the whole thing before leaving."
"ah?"
Zhao Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I didn't say I wouldn't watch it. I'm not the young master's personality... In fact, I think it's good to have a chance to watch these. It can broaden my horizons."
After all, Zhao Zhen is an actor, and he is someone who can calm down and hone his acting skills and abilities.
Many actors complain that the director is too strict, that the many scenes that have to be tried over and over again during filming are too tiring, and that they are impatient to spend time doing behind-the-scenes preparations for a work.
But Zhao Zhen is not like that.
In addition to treating acting as a career, he also truly loves this industry and regards acting as the place where his soul and mind reside.
After his debut as a child star, he filmed for more than ten years, which means he also learned for more than ten years.
During this process, Zhao Zhen learned horse riding, archery, diving, rock climbing, and he also learned how to fly a plane and drive a car quite well.
He cannot be said to be proficient in all four arts, but in modern society he can be considered top-notch. There is no sense of incongruity when he plays the role of a master of these arts in front of the camera.
Although this is also the main reason why Zhao Zhen has been famous for many years but not for himself, it is extremely beneficial and rapid for his personal growth.
Zhao Zhen really enjoyed this process.
——Is there any faster way to broaden your horizons and improve yourself than this?
Most importantly, it's free.
The crew paid for the production, and all he had to do was learn.
Compared to those who complained that the crew had to spend too much time learning new skills, Zhao Zhen would sometimes even feel a little guilty and secretly happy, thinking that he was getting the upper hand.
This time's Baizhihu shadow puppetry is also the same.
After hearing Zhang Wubing say that Baizhihu shadow puppetry was about to be lost, Zhao Zhen even thought in his mind that if he had the chance, he could try to learn some shadow puppetry-related skills.
Although I am definitely not as good as professional inheritors, it is still interesting to learn some basics.
Even on the way here, Zhao Zhen sent a message to his agent, asking if there was a role like a shadow puppet artist. Perhaps he could give it a try after he finished filming this episode.
At the end, Zhao Zhen added: [It doesn’t matter what the star status is, just an extra in a market or festival will do, I think this role should be very interesting.]
broker:"???"
The agent, who was negotiating with other crews at the time, was so frightened by the message sent by Zhao Zhen that he scalded himself on the hot tea he had just taken a sip of and started coughing violently.
The people nearby came over quickly and asked the agent with concern if everything was alright.
The agent waved his hands. He looked at the messages on his phone in question, then looked at the business plan worth several hundred million on the table in front of him. He thought to himself that his own actors really had no idea of their current status and public opinion, and they were still acting as extras?
Look at other people. If they had an opportunity like Zhao Zhen, who wouldn’t go for big productions or famous directors?
But Zhao Zhen, this idiot, actually sent a message saying that he wanted to play an extra?
Where can you find a TV show or movie that specifically features a group of actors performing shadow puppetry at a market? Aren’t these kind of background boards something that can be made casually?
Believe it or not, if Zhao Zhen plays an extra today, tomorrow the gossip will say that Zhao Zhen has become a flop and no director is willing to let him play the leading role or an important supporting role?
The agent rolled his eyes in anger.
But when he calmed down, he gritted his teeth, cursed Zhao Zhen hatefully in his heart, and clicked on the contact information of each director and crew one by one to help Zhao Zhen ask if there were any roles in shadow puppetry.
The crews who received the inquiry: “…………”
I don't know if my eyes are blurry or Zhao Zhen's agent is crazy. How can an actor with both first-line talent and great popularity insist on playing an extra?
Even the crew of the famous director Li Xuetang received the contact.
The casting director looked up at the sky silently, then went to find Li Xuetang and repeated everything that Zhao Zhen's agent had said.
I thought Zhao Zhen wanted to be assigned roles with special privileges after becoming famous. Before the casting director spoke, Director Li Xuetang frowned in displeasure: "......?"
He looked at the casting director silently, and the casting director nodded solemnly: Yes, you heard it right, Zhao Zhen is crazy.
Who would believe this?
In order to get a role as an extra, a first-line actor not only asked all the major crews and directors, but also tried to use "privileges" to get the role.
Casting director: I have only seen people who bring money to join the group and specify popular roles, but I have never seen people who insist on playing extras. Why do I feel that everyone around Mr. Yan has been infected by him and is becoming less and less like the style of the entertainment industry?
An Nanyuan was, Lu Xingxing was, and now even Zhao Zhen has gone crazy.
Li Xuetang pondered for a moment and decided to add a shadow puppet role for Zhao Zhen in the group performance.
Anyway, Zhao Zhen's role in "Nocturne by the Sea" involves some scenes of disguise and stalking, and shadow play also fits the background of the times a hundred years ago, so it doesn't matter if we add such a scene.
Just set up Zhao Zhen's character as a shadow puppet artist. It's just a quick shot and anyone can play the role the same way.
The screenwriter who heard the news: …
Zhao Zhen didn't know yet that he was inspired by Zhang Wubing's introduction to Baizhihu shadow puppetry and was heartbroken that Baizhihu shadow puppetry would be lost. His desire to play such a role would lead to discussions among various crews.
When he told An Nanyuan his true thoughts, he looked extremely sincere.
The audience in front of the split screen felt touched as they listened to Zhao Zhen's words.
[It's rare to find an actor as serious as Zhao Zhen.]
[That’s why Director Li Xuetang chose him to star in his film. There’s a reason for that. He really has the ability and is humble and eager to learn.]
[This made me burst into tears. I will definitely go and see the Baizhihu Shadow Play when I have time!]
Hearing what Zhao Zhen said, An Nanyuan's eyes lit up, as if he had found a friend with the same idea, and his attitude towards Zhao Zhen became even more enthusiastic.
"Yeah, I knew it a long time ago. Following Brother Yan, I will be able to see a vast world that is completely different from what I saw before."
An Nanyuan sighed like this, and pushed open the door of the museum room next door with Zhao Zhen.
However, the whole skeleton placed right in front of the door almost frightened the unsuspecting An Nanyuan so much that he almost flew off on the spot, blurting out "What the hell!"
After calming down, An Nanyuan could see clearly that it was not a skeleton.
Instead, he used wooden sticks to skillfully carve out the shape of a human skeleton.
An Nanyuan patted his pounding heart, and added a qualifier to what he had just said, "As long as nothing else happens in this world."
Zhao Zhen: "...Or, why don't you wish for world peace? That's a little easier."
Zhao Zhen: It’s not that I don’t trust Director Zhang, it’s just that this fact makes it hard to tell lies against one’s conscience.
Although Zhao Zhen didn't expect that the museum would display something like a skeleton, he was still shocked.
But his personality was calmer than Annan's, so he didn't show too many emotions. He quickly regained his composure and stepped forward to take a closer look.
A human has 206 bones, and the same is true for the wooden skeleton placed opposite the door.
It's like a show of skill by a skilled craftsman.
Each bone is polished with wood, and all the joints are treated with the most delicate and exquisite treatment. Every joint can move freely, and the angle and direction are exactly the same as those of a real person.
Even Zhao Zhen, who observed carefully from a close distance, could not see anything out of place.
If it weren't for the texture of the wood, some people would really think it was a human skeleton.
Zhao Zhen smiled and stood up, saying with emotion: "I really don't know how these masters did it, it's amazing."
"If the Baizhihu shadow puppetry could achieve this level at that time, then the old man was right."
Zhao Zhen affirmed: "This is really not something that machines can catch up with."
He once visited an ancient building that was built without a single nail, and the mortise and tenon structure was so exquisite that it was amazing.
But the wooden skeleton in front of him was far beyond Zhao Zhen's imagination.
After all, to achieve such a realistic level, the carpenter is not only required to have dexterous hands and skilled techniques, but also to be extremely familiar with the structure of the human body, and even to know the position and connection of each bone, in order to complete such a difficult work.
Zhao Zhen even wondered for a moment whether the carpenter who made this work had studied medicine?
Hearing Zhao Zhen's words, An Nanyuan hesitated and approached, suppressing the fear in his heart, and looked at the skeleton carefully.
really.
The grain of the wood clearly reminds visitors that this is not a real skeleton, but the highest level of craftsmanship that can be achieved by human beings.
It's like the skilled craftsman who created this work is deliberately showing off his skills, telling everyone who sees this scene that the height he can reach is far beyond the reach of others.
Even though the craftsman's purpose was so clear, An Nanyuan, who was really frightened, was not angry. Instead, he was amazed from the bottom of his heart.
An Nanyuan glanced around and saw that there was no "No Touch" sign around, so he tentatively reached out his hand to feel the texture of the skeleton.
“Squeak…Gah!”
The skeleton is extremely sensitive.
Annanyuan simply touched the skeleton's forearm lightly, and its arm swung. All the joints were real and usable, as if they were a skeleton pulled out of a living person's body.
No, it's even better than bones.
The skeleton has lost all life, and its movements are slow even when controlled by humans.
But the skeleton here has every joint that is smooth and flexible, as if it would stand up from the rusty iron frame that supports it in the next second and walk around on its own, as if it were a living person.
An Nanyuan was startled and then exclaimed "Wow!"
"This is truly a treasure!"
An Nanyuan looked at the skeleton with sparkling eyes, as if he was looking at a top-notch work of art.
The audience in front of the split screen also had similar reactions to Annanyuan.
Some people have even opened the web page and want to search for information about Baizhihu shadow puppetry.
[I admit that I am a wimp. I was really scared just now and almost ran to Brother Yan’s split screen to scream for help.]
[It really looks like a human skeleton! So cool!]
[So, why did such a great thing get lost? What a pity.]
[I suddenly became interested in shadow puppets. There happened to be a shadow puppet exhibition near my home, so I quickly bought a ticket and prepared to go and see it in person.]
[Director Zhang is so awesome! How did he find this place?]
The staff who were following the live broadcast were happy about the crazy surge in the number of subscribers, but they also noticed the content of the barrage.
He couldn't help but feel curious, so he asked his colleague who was in charge of selecting filming locations, "How did you find a place like Baizhi Lake? I've never heard of it before."
The colleague looked up from his work, thought about it, and was a little confused: "I'm not sure... Maybe someone else found it? Anyway, among all the backup plans, Director Zhang really chose this one at first sight."
"Anyway, it wasn't handed over by any region or official."
My colleague looked at the introduction of the Baizhi Lake area in the materials and muttered, "It seems that there are not many people here, which made it very difficult for us to find anything when we were doing the preparation work before."
The staff member did not seek for an answer. After asking casually, he was attracted by An Nanyuan's split screen again.
The room where An Nanyuan and Zhao Zhenjin lived not only had this skeleton, but also many wooden shadow figures.
Just as the old man said, the first yard you enter is filled with finished and semi-finished shadow puppet figures and props.
Obviously, the first room they entered was where the final product was displayed.
This room mainly displays the bones under the skin of the shadow puppets.
After all, the uniqueness of Baizhihu shadow puppetry lies in the skeleton that supports the leather. This is also the skill that Baizhihu is proud of, and it can even be introduced in a whole room.
Zhao Zhen looked around and saw wooden human skeletons of different sizes.
They have not yet been covered with the skins with painted images, completing the final step of becoming shadow puppets. Instead, they are listed separately, showing visitors the reality underneath the skins.
It's like saying -
No matter how real the shadow is, I am fake.
Zhao Zhen bent down to look at the skeletons placed on the table. No matter how big or small, they were all equally exquisite and realistic, showing the craftsman's pinnacle of skill.
But after Zhao Zhenyi was no longer around, An Nanyuan stood alone in front of the life-size skeleton and suddenly felt a little cold.
The eye sockets of the skeleton were carefully polished with wood and files, and even the bone joints looked like real people. At this moment, the dark eye sockets were silently staring at An Nanyuan, making him feel a chill slowly climbing up his spine.
Not only that, for a moment Annan felt as if all the skeletons in the room made a subtle "click...click" sound, and the wooden heads slowly turned in his direction.
Pairs of dark eyes without pupils were staring at him, with greedy looks at his body.
The void always wants to be filled.
If you don't have something, you want to snatch it from others.
A skeleton without skin cannot be considered a truly completed shadow puppet figure.
However, they were made as shadow puppets, perhaps with the obsession of becoming complete objects...
Annanyuan felt uneasy and felt like he was about to suffocate. His brain involuntarily thought of the movie clips he had watched in the past and the dangerous situations he encountered in the previous episodes.
"Nanhara? What are you doing standing there?"
Zhao Zhen originally wanted to express his admiration to An Nanyuan about the superb skills here, but when he turned around, he found that the person was not standing next to him.
He looked back in surprise and found that An Nanyuan was standing in front of the skeleton in a daze.
After hearing Zhao Zhen's shout, An Nanyuan trembled and came back to his senses.
He was breathing heavily and looking around in shock.
However, unlike what he had just felt, these skeletons were still dead objects, quietly placed on the exhibition stand, covered with dust.
No skeleton looked at him, and no skeleton moved.
Everything was just an illusion caused by his fear.
An Nanyuan calmed himself down, raised his hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead tiredly, and replied, "I'll be right over."
He shook his head and sighed, wondering why he was becoming more and more timid. But he didn't think much about it and walked towards Zhao Zhen.
Just as the two turned their gazes and looked at the small shadow puppet skeleton in front of Zhao Zhen, the wooden skeletons piled up in the room suddenly moved slightly, rotated their neck joints, and slowly and quietly looked in the direction where the two were standing.
All the eyes of the wooden skeletons fell on the backs of the two people.
However, the two of them were still huddled together, mumbling praises to the skillful carpenter, and they didn't notice that behind them...
Countless dark eye sockets were watching them silently.
The life-size skeleton standing at the door twitched the finger bones hanging by its side slightly, then slowly straightened its spine from the iron frame supporting it.
It's like a real corpse without flesh and blood.
It turned its head and looked at Annanyuan in silence.
After a long time, the skeleton tilted its head. Although it had no flesh and blood, its face seemed to be smiling.
…
Song Ci was originally expecting someone to "rescue" him from Lu Xingxing, but whether it was Zhao Zhen or the variety show star, they all watched him being dragged away with a smile on their faces, and had no intention of stepping forward to help.
Zhao Zhen, the guy who watched someone in danger without helping!
The young master gritted his teeth and snorted unhappily, feeling that Zhao Zhen had "betrayed" him.
"No matter what you ask, I just have one thing to say: I don't know."
The young master said to Lu Xingxing angrily, "You pretend to be so obedient in front of Xie Lin. Does he know that you are actually as wild as a husky? Be careful or I will tell Xie Lin everything you did on the show before."
Lu Xingxing was startled, and the look she gave Song Ci was horrified.
"You are so cruel that you actually want me to lose all my image in front of my idol?"
Lu Xingxing covered his chest and said bitterly, "I misjudged you. You are such a person! I'm going to complain to Brother Yan!"
Lu Xingxing: Come on! Let’s hurt each other!
Song Ci: “…………”
"You are definitely sick!"
He uttered a vicious remark and strode towards the exhibits angrily.
Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Lu Xingxing also smiled and spread his hands, saying: "The one who is sick is Zhang Dabing, not me. Apart from me, where else can you see such a romantic and elegant Taoist priest?"
He followed behind the young master, his attention not on the exhibits at all. Instead, he put his hands in his pockets, looking lazy and utterly dishonest. He chatted with the young master in a random manner, trying to get some information about Xie Lin from him.
Even though Song Ci was impatient, there was nothing he could do about Lu Xingxing. He couldn't beat him or scold him away, and he stuck to him like a dog-skin plaster.
He had no choice but to sulk and move forward.
The young master tried to get rid of Lu Xingxing, and walked faster and faster.
As long as there was a road ahead, he would not even look up to check the surroundings, but would just keep rushing forward.
Lu Xingxing also began to gradually speed up from his original lazy walking pace.
In the end, the two of them were chasing each other, it was almost like a race.
The audience in front of the split screen: ...What kind of elementary school way of getting angry is this? Do you dare to be more mature and fight?
"Lu Xingxing!"
Song Ci finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stopped suddenly and turned around to look at Lu Xingxing. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were burning with rage and were extremely bright.
"Are you done yet?"
Even Lu Xingxing, who was usually fearless except for a few Taoist elders and his master's aunt, was startled for a moment by Song Ci's eyes. He quickly braked and stopped, and the friction between the soles of his shoes and the ground made a harsh sound.
Under Song Ci's angry glare, Lu Xingxing coughed, and his previous arrogance suddenly disappeared.
He muttered in his heart that although this young master was frail and would fall down with a single push, he was really scary when he got angry. This aura alone made him worthy of being the third-generation rich young master of the Song family.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong."
Lu Xingxing made a gesture of surrender and said with a smile: "I won't ask about thanking the gods anymore. Let's go to the exhibition?"
"It would be a shame if you didn't come here after traveling so far. Besides, it looks like this museum hasn't been maintained for many years. It wouldn't be surprising if it collapses one day. Maybe next time I come, I won't be able to see it anymore..."
As Lu Xingxing spoke, he raised his head and tried to look around, in an attempt to divert Song Ci's attention.
But he stopped abruptly in the middle of his words.
The finger I stretched out to point to the side was suspended in the air, and I forgot to retract it for a long time.
Song Ci, who was still angry, saw Lu Xingxing's dazed look. He frowned and scolded, "What do you want to do now..."
However, Song Ci's words got stuck in his throat halfway through.
——Look in the direction pointed by Lu Xingxing, and you will find that there is nothing there, it is completely empty, with only an empty room bathed in the golden red sunset.
But this is where something is wrong.
They were now in a museum room that should have been filled with shadow puppets.
Where are the shadow puppets? Where are the exhibits? Why did everything disappear?
Song Ci was stunned at first, then he slowly recalled from his mind that when they first entered the room, he vaguely saw the shadow puppet stage placed here.
Although the white cloth was covered with dust and it was impossible to see if there was anything behind it, Song Ci was very sure that this room should be used to store other props and auxiliary equipment besides shadow puppets.
But at this moment, there was nothing around them.
Lu Xingxing realized that he had been chasing Song Ci for a long time.
After he reacted, based on a rough estimate of his pace and impression, he should have walked several hundred meters.
——Is this the length a room should be?
Lu Xingxing stood there and turned around to look in the direction he came from, but he couldn't see the end, nor could he see the exhibits that filled the room.
There were only rooms connected to each other, bathed in the golden red sunset.
Lu Xingxing turned around and looked forward again, but saw the same scene.
He and Song Ci stood in an empty space, with endless rooms in front and behind.
It's like two mirrors standing opposite each other, repeatedly reflecting the scene on the opposite side. The space extends infinitely in the depths of the mirrors, one inside the other, but there is never an end.
"This is……"
Song Ci murmured, "What's going on?"
But no one could answer their questions.
Outside every window was a view of the courtyard of the Siheyuan. The sun was hanging behind the mountain peaks and was about to set.
The light stung Lu Xingxing's eyes, causing him to tilt his head and subconsciously look to the side.
The next moment, Lu Xingxing’s eyes opened wide.
——At some point, a figure appeared behind him.
The man's face was as pale as paper, with two bright red spots on his cheeks. His facial features were stiff like those drawn by a craftsman, and his dark and lifeless eyes were staring at Lu Xingxing's back.
And the corners of his mouth were raised in a stiff smile.
It is an arc that normal people cannot achieve.
Not far away, the sound of opera could be heard. The ancient shadow play had rhythmic tones and every word and sentence was full of folk flavor.
However, when the sound echoed in such an empty and silent space, it seemed particularly creepy.
The audience in front of the split screen felt their hair stand on end and their scalp was numb.
…
"The CD player you're talking about is the one at the end of the entrance to the yard?"
Yan Shixun asked Zhang Wubing beside him, "Why did you and the staff run to such a deep place?"
The courtyard with three entrances is not small. It takes more than ten minutes to walk from the beginning to the end and back, even if you don't stop or walk around to look around.
But Yan Shixun remembered that when Zhang Wubing and the staff came in to see what was happening, although everyone felt that the waiting time was a bit long, it was actually only about ten minutes and did not take too long.
This made Yan Shixun feel a little confused after he walked into the courtyard and actually measured the length with his feet.
After all, Zhang Wubing came in to confirm whether the museum was still open to the public. He couldn't possibly walk straight back to the last courtyard without looking at the rooms around him, and as if he had foreseen that the CD player was in the last room, he went straight to turn on the play switch.
When Yan Shixun stretched out his long legs and stepped through the last gate into the yard, the time that he had been counting silently in his heart also pressed the pause button.
The approximate time and length of walking from the first gate to the last yard appeared in his mind.
The time gap made Yan Shixun suspicious.
Hearing Yan Shixun's question, Zhang Wubing scratched his hair and felt a little puzzled.
He remembered that when he first arrived, he didn't have to climb over mountains and walk through several yards to find the CD player. Instead, he just pushed a few doors and found the CDs piled up in the corner.
Because the director team had already researched things about the shadow puppet museum before coming, so Zhang Wubing knew that there would be a segment here showing discs introducing previous shadow puppet shows.
He brought his guests to visit the Shadow Puppet Museum mainly for the past video materials on these discs.
After all, there is only one inheritor left of Baizhihu shadow puppetry, and from the existing information, the inheritor is very old, has not appeared in public for a long time, and no longer performs shadow puppetry.
If you want to see the glory of Baizhihu shadow puppetry in its past, discs are the only way.
After selecting Baizhi Lake as the filming location, the director team also sent people to check it out first. One reason was to find the inheritor, and the other was to walk the road to Baizhi Lake first to avoid any accidents during filming.
But those staff members did not see the inheritor in person.
The surrounding villagers all said that the inheritor had gone out to buy vegetables and would be back soon.
As a result, the staff waited until dark but still did not see it.
When I came the next day, the heir was still not at home and the door was not locked. If I got close to the yard, I could hear the fierce barking of dogs inside.
This made the staff dare not move forward.
Villagers said that the inheritor probably went to the town to see a doctor. After all, he is old and has many health problems, and no one knows when he will come back.
The staff ran around several times but couldn't find anyone, but the confirmed shooting date was approaching, so they had no choice but to go back home.
Because Baizhi Lake was a temporary replacement by Zhang Wubing, the sufficient preparation time originally reserved was spent on the originally selected Jingang area, so the preparation time left for Baizhi Lake became particularly tight, and a lot of work could not be done carefully in time.
Fortunately, Zhang Wubing was not a demanding leader. Besides, he knew that the tight schedule was due to his own temporary change, so he didn't say anything, but just said that we could go to the Shadow Puppet Museum first.
This way, you can not only visually see the props and shadow puppet characters needed for the Baizhihu shadow puppet performance, see how the shadow puppets are made, but also watch the performance videos that have been preserved from that year.
In this way, even if something unexpected happens to the shadow puppet inheritor and the guests really miss the opportunity to visit the inheritor due to poor communication with the other party, the guests will not go there empty-handed and see nothing.
However, although Zhang Wubing had a good plan, he still did not expect that an accident would happen in the Shadow Puppet Museum, which was so old and looked unattended.
It was precisely because of this that Zhang Wubing was extremely nervous when he came in, and he wanted to find the CD drive mentioned in the online information.
Zhang Wubing breathed a sigh of relief after trying the CD drive and finding that it worked properly.
However, he was too relieved too early.
After Yan Shixun raised his question, Zhang Wubing felt more and more that something was wrong.
But he was not as cautious and observant as Yan Shixun, so he didn't pay much attention to anything when he came in before.
Even if he racked his brains, he could only vaguely remember some fragments.
Yan Shixun's expression changed from expectation at the beginning to disgust in the end.
"Zhang Dabing, can you be more careful?"
Yan Shixun was speechless and said, "Why can't you remember what happened and what you saw before?"
Zhang Wubing sobbed, but couldn't help but weakly defend himself: "Brother Yan, I think most people can't remember it. After all, there are not many people who can observe all the people and things around them at any time and remember them exactly."
"At least, of this type, I only know you, Brother Yan..."
Under Yan Shixun's cold gaze, Zhang Wubing's voice became lower and lower, and finally he very consciously shut up silently and just hugged Yan Shixun's arms tightly, leaving Yan Shixun no chance to get rid of him.
Zhang Wubing: Although I am stupid, Brother Yan, you can't abandon me! Don't think of leaving me here alone QAQ.
As he was talking, Yan Shixun followed the sound and walked outside the room where the play came from.
Zhang Wubing didn't remember whether he turned off the CD player or not. It was still playing ancient operas tirelessly in the room. The sound of the erhu accompanied by the drum beats became the only sound in this sparsely populated place.
The sad sound of the erhu broke through the silence, echoing and overlapping in the yard, making people feel sad.
Yan Shixun listened carefully and vaguely made out from the singing that it seemed like a female voice was moaning about her miserable life, while the characters around her were scolding the female voice one by one. Only a slightly childish voice was trying to speak for the female voice, and it seemed like the role of a child.
Each school of shadow puppetry has its own emphasis.
Some pay attention to the fun of the shadow play, requiring a tight rhythm and one action after another. Even the tired of performing the Three Strikes of the White Bone Demon can use all kinds of martial arts, leaving no chance for the audience to breathe or leave.
Only in this way can you attract people at the market and get the audience to spend money.
However, this is a great test of the hand speed and skills of the artist manipulating the shadow puppet.
Now when Yan Shixun heard the opera, he realized that the shadow puppetry in the Baizhihu area might pay more attention to singing rather than the fighting scenes and rhythm of the characters, and might be closer to Peking Opera and Yue Opera, except that it uses shadows as a form of presentation.
Just based on the sound, without even pushing the door open and seeing the scene inside with his own eyes, Yan Shixun was able to gather too much information.
He paused at the door of the room, then placed his slender hand on the door, exerting force with his hand -
“Squeak——!”
The rusty bearings made an unpleasant sound, and the setting sun fell into the room little by little through the gap that was pushed open, stirring up dust on the ground that danced wildly in the light.
The old TV was still playing the Baizhihu shadow play that had been performed before. Snowflakes flickered on the screen, and the old machine would occasionally draw out a white strip, shaking.
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