Chapter 239 Jinjiang (1)
Originally, even if Zhang Wubing temporarily changed the shooting location, there were many options for him to choose from.
The program team is no longer the neglected grassroots variety show it was at the beginning.
So far, the program crew has benefited greatly from the filming locations of each episode, and many locations have even been revived.
Not only have various entertainment companies seen the commercial value of this program, but various regions have also recognized the positive driving effect of this program.
Even the southern regions where the joint cooperation failed were able to achieve success unexpectedly. The Nanming Mountain Scenic Area was aborted, but the entire southern tourism industry was revitalized.
Many viewers who were moved by the beautiful scenery of Nanming Mountain chose to travel to the south, truly bringing the mountains and waters of the south into the public eye.
Those who went there for tourism and viewers of the show often left messages on Piannan’s official social media accounts, wishing that everything in Nanming Mountain would return to normal, and saying that they would be the first to go to Nanming Mountain to show their support after the reconstruction of Nanming Mountain was completed.
The staff of Piannan were deeply moved. Whether for tourism economic reasons or personal feelings, they all had a better impression of the program team.
These are also seen by other regions.
So before filming this episode, the director team received a wide variety of alternative locations, which almost made the staff overwhelmed. Each one has its own characteristics and meanings, which is a situation that can drive people with choice phobia to death.
Even if Zhang Wubing later changed his mind and said he wanted to do publicity related to inheritance, there were still a variety of "inheritance" topics for him to choose from.
There are towns that have been focusing on making rice paper using the traditional method for hundreds of years, areas that have been passing down porcelain, and craftsmen who specialize in the study of guqin...
But among them, Zhang Wubing chose the shadow puppetry of Baizhi Lake.
There is no other reason.
The shadow puppetry of Baizhi Lake is about to be lost.
Like other cultures, shadow puppetry has many different schools, each with its own characteristics and emphasis, and the stories told in the operas are also different.
Some of these schools are well known to the public and are even used by the general public to refer to shadow puppetry as a whole. Whenever people mention shadow puppetry, the first thing that comes to mind is this school.
For example, Sichuan shadow puppetry, Liangjiang shadow puppetry, Beijing shadow puppetry, and Linhai shadow puppetry.
But some small schools are already facing the risk of being lost.
This is the case with Baizhihu shadow puppetry.
The production of shadow puppets is extremely sophisticated, from selecting and making the leather to stitching the various connected parts of the shadow puppet character props, making the shadow puppets more vivid and flexible, and each has its corresponding standards.
Even though the shadow puppets in different places are unique, the production process is basically the same. It is only because of the influence of region and folk customs that the final form of expression differs.
But this is not the case with Baizhihu Shadow Play.
Other schools of shadow puppetry focus on the "skin", but Baizhihu shadow puppetry focuses on the bones.
Thanks to the excellent local carpentry, the pivot for the flexible movement of the characters was uniquely and ingeniously transferred from the skin connection to the bone connection, which is also called "bone joints" and "bone knots" by craftsmen.
The Baizhihu shadow puppetry first uses thin wooden sticks to make the skeleton, then covers the skeleton with skin, and then paints the eyebrows and eyes with colors on the skin.
It looks just like a real person, with all the bones, flesh and skin intact.
In the last century, Baizhihu shadow puppetry entered its heyday.
The drama critics at that time also praised it as "beauty in the bones, not in the skin", and believed that it was a unique beauty in the treasure house of shadow puppetry.
However, now, Baizhihu shadow puppetry has suffered severe damage and is on the verge of being lost. We can only get a glimpse of its former glory in past newspapers and reports.
When Zhang Wubing saw the White Paper Lake plan mixed in with a pile of folders, he felt that it was like a poor gray creature squeezed in among a group of glamorous beauties. It was so pitiful.
But it is even more conspicuous.
Therefore, he reached out his hand and pulled out the Baizhihu folder, flipping through the history of Baizhihu shadow puppetry's changes over the centuries, and felt even more heartbroken over its current desolation and the imminent loss of its art.
Zhang Wubing thought of Yan Shixun in an instant.
Brother Yan took on responsibilities that did not belong to him and supported the world for countless lives. So why couldn't he do something within his ability?
For example, saving the Baizhihu shadow puppetry.
As long as the Baizhihu shadow play is promoted, even if the probability is small, there will definitely be people who like it. There will even be young people willing to learn and pass it on, so that it will not be lost, right?
Zhang Wubing can't wait to see Baizhihu shadow puppetry regain its former glory.
However, because the filming is still in progress, Zhang Wubing did not reveal his purpose - after all, it is not something necessary for the audience to know.
He emphasized the long history of Baizhi Lake Shadow Play, and enthusiastically said to the guests: "In order to let everyone appreciate the Baizhi Lake Shadow Play directly, we also arranged a trip to the Shadow Play Museum on the way to Baizhi Lake."
"Although the last inheritor of Baizhihu shadow puppetry is now old and can't perform for us for the time being, the museum has a collection of many past video materials, and everyone can see the peak period of shadow puppetry."
Zhang Wubing touched his head and smiled shyly: "It's a bit embarrassing to say this, I have never seen shadow puppetry before."
"It's okay, Director Zhang, don't be embarrassed, I haven't seen it either."
An Nanyuan responded with a smile, but then he said "Huh?" and asked curiously, "But, if it had a peak period, why is there only one successor left now? Isn't it too fast?"
Zhang Wubing: “Ah…”
"You really asked me this question."
Zhang Wubing quickly lowered his head and flipped through the script in his hand, but it was obvious that this item was not included in the background check of the program crew.
It was just a passing mention.
However, when An Nanyuan asked, Xie Lin's face flashed with a moment of stunnedness, as if he was lost in memories.
The abnormality at this moment did not escape Yan Shixun's eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the phone slid beautifully between his slender fingers, and then was put back into his palm, and he neatly opened the personal account of the official person in charge.
So, the official person in charge, who had just come out of the hospital to get the medicine, received an inquiry from Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun: [Has the name Xie Lin ever appeared in any of the cases handled by the special department? Or has anyone in this circle heard of him?]
Yan Shixun: [There is also Baizhi Lake?]
"Xie Lin?"
When the official person in charge saw the name, he frowned and murmured softly, feeling that the name sounded familiar but couldn't remember it for a while.
However, the official person in charge actually had an impression of the name Baizhi Lake.
And it was very impressive.
After all, it is rare for an entire village to be wiped out...
"Are you also a fan of Xie Lin?"
The curious questions from the people nearby interrupted the official's thoughts.
The official person in charge suddenly came to his senses, looked to the side, and saw someone who had just come out of the hospital. He was looking at him excitedly as if he had found a like-minded person.
Obviously, when the official person in charge unconsciously repeated Xie Lin's name just now, that person heard it and thought that the official person in charge was a fan of Xie Lin like himself.
The interface of the mobile phone in that person's hand was suddenly stuck on the hot search interface about Xie Lin.
The official person in charge suddenly remembered why the name Xie Lin sounded familiar.
Yes, the singing god who retired.
Officials don't pay much attention to this.
Since he was young, he has been spending all his energy and time on special departments, so his needs and time for entertainment have been squeezed to the lowest point.
Even a name like Xie Lin, who was once famous all over the country, only left a faint impression on him.
What the official person in charge really remembered was what Xie Lin did after he retired from the entertainment industry.
Because the special department has to deal with various incidents related to ghosts and evil spirits all year round, it often deals with masters with real talents and knowledge.
The official person in charge could no longer remember how many masters he had heard the name Xie Lin from.
Speaking of this retired singing god, many masters sighed.
"Xie Lin is a child with a miserable life."
Even though the masters often only spoke out of their feelings and revealed a little bit of information in a few words, after hearing so much, the official person in charge was forced to piece together some information about Xie Lin's life from the masters.
His original name was not Xie Lin. He changed his name after he was brought into the music industry by a music talent scout.
At that time, Xie Lin was still young, in his teens, full of vigor and vitality. He felt that the world was at his feet and he could compare himself to the clouds and the sun and the moon.
He felt that since he had such a talent, he was no ordinary person.
So, he named himself Xie Lin, which means "unicorn child".
It was like a name could cut off all his past sufferings and tragic life experience and start a new life from then on.
Xie Lin also gave his sister a new name, Xie Jiaojiao, hoping that her life would be full of flowers and smooth sailing without any suffering.
But the name is too big.
Fate cannot be suppressed.
"If Xie Lin had used a more ordinary name, perhaps this wouldn't have happened, but... Alas."
The master shook his head and sighed, "He has a tough fate. If it was just him, it would be fine, but he would hurt those around him. Plus, his sister has a weak fate, so this situation would naturally occur. Xie Lin took away all the luck, and Xie Jiaojiao is like a rootless duckweed. Even if she has a home, she has no life."
No one knows whether Xie Jiaojiao is alive or dead, and Xie Lin is looking for her like crazy. Every master has received a request from Xie Lin, and many masters sympathize with the brother and sister and want to help them.
But no matter how they divined, it was as if Xie Jiaojiao had never existed in the world, and no one could find her whereabouts, no matter where they went.
It was as if the person Xie Lin picked up and brought home was a non-existent person from the very beginning.
The masters were horrified by this omen, but faced with Xie Lin's haggard and painful face, they could not bear to say such hurtful words. In the end, they could only do nothing to help Xie Lin and told him to find another master.
Therefore, over the years, when the official person in charge was working with the masters, he would occasionally hear news about Xie Lin from the masters, and would know who he had gone to see and why the progress of things had always been stagnant.
At this moment, the official person in charge's memory was awakened by the huge photo of Xie Lin on the mobile phone interface. He was stunned for a few seconds before he smiled and nodded to the people around him who thought he was also a fan, without further explanation.
He then opened the social platform to check topics about Xie Lin and the program team.
It’s not because of anything else, it’s just that Zhang Wubing’s physique is too strange. The normal path that others walk on can be turned into a dark path by him.
Now with the addition of Xie Lin, who is already visiting many masters in search of his missing sister, it is hard for the official person in charge to feel at ease.
However, unlike the official person in charge's concerns, the rest of the fans were happier than the Chinese New Year that Xie Lin had reappeared in front of the camera.
Even those who don't like this show will watch the live broadcast of this episode just for Xie Lin.
The entire real-time popularity list is almost entirely filled with topics related to Xie Lin.
After Yan Shixun became popular because of this program, this is the first time after the program was aired that the tag related to Yan Shixun did not appear on the real-time popularity list. Instead, the discussion about Xie Lin was overwhelming.
Officials can click on any tag to see a lively scene that looks like thousands of screaming groundhogs gathering together.
"It's really Xie Lin! My youth, he's back!"
"Who hasn't copied Xie Lin's lyrics by hand? I still remember when I was a kid, after school, everyone would buy nice notebooks and read the lyrics over and over again."
"Because of Xie Lin, I realized that people can live freely and unrestrainedly, and don't have to follow routines like an assembly line product. I cried. My idol!"
"It's a pity that I was young and didn't get to see that glorious era with my own eyes."
"I don't know where he has been all these years. I miss him so much."
"It seems like he returned to Song Entertainment, the company owned by Song Ci's family, many years ago. But he never had the intention of making a comeback, so the company didn't let him do anything."
"There have been a few interviews, right? Otherwise, where do you think the clips about Xie Lin came from?"
"He's really amazing! I didn't expect he's already in his forties, but he doesn't look his age at all. He's taken such good care of himself that he even looks better than when he was young. He has a calm and mature look that comes from years of experience."
"Is Xie Lin the top star in the entertainment industry? Do you think I'm kidding you? It's just a few interviews, but every year when the list of beauties in the entertainment industry is compiled, Xie Lin is always on the list. If he's not number one, the list is not authoritative."
"Oh, it's such a pity. I don't know why he retired from the entertainment industry..."
The official person in charge only took a quick look at the social platform and found that the popularity of Xie Lin was visibly rising as the live broadcast of the program began. It was as if the entire network's attention was focused on this program and Xie Lin.
This level of attention alarmed the official officials.
He immediately contacted the head of the public opinion team and said seriously: "This episode is different from previous ones. The attention is too high, and there must be no problems."
The head of the public opinion group immediately agreed and asked curiously, "I asked Director Zhang a few days ago, and he said that he had asked Master Wang of Haiyun Temple to take a look and said that there was no problem with the show's location. Why are you still so worried, person in charge?"
"intuition?"
The official person in charge thought about it, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Not really, the main reason is... Director Zhang Wubing is about to give me a psychological trauma. How come he always runs into ghosts wherever he goes? This probability is really beyond the reach of ordinary people."
The head of the public opinion group laughed out loud: "No matter how unlucky a person is, he can't be unlucky forever, right? Director Zhang has been unlucky for a few issues, it's time for his luck to change."
The official in charge sighed: "I hope so."
But after hanging up the phone, the official person in charge was still worried and called Taoist Song Yi.
After hearing the official person in charge express his concerns, Taoist Song Yi pondered for a moment, then immediately stood up and prepared to leave for the filming location.
"Don't worry too much. I just recovered from my injury and have no work arrangements yet, so I'll go for a walk."
Taoist Master Song Yi comforted him, "Taoist Master Wang told me that the location Director Zhang Wubing used for the calculation is fine. Plus, I'll be there in time even if something happens, so don't worry."
The little Taoist boy heard the voice and came over to ask Taoist Song Yi where he was going.
Taoist Song Yi smiled and showed the little Taoist boy the paper brought by Taoist Wang. On it was clearly written the Jingang area in the north, as well as the divination result that everything in the Jingang area would be safe.
This was the filming location that Zhang Wubing had decided on before he temporarily changed the location.
At the same time, after introducing Baizhi Lake to the guests, Zhang Wubing happily opened his tablet to check the current popularity of the show.
This sight gave him a fright.
"Oh my god..."
Zhang Wubing was stunned when he saw the number of subscribers of the program group soaring rapidly. He murmured in a low voice: "The popularity of the God of Songs is too terrifying."
"Brother Yan, I think it will work this time."
Zhang Wubing came close to Yan Shixun and whispered, "Brother Yan, look, even if only one in ten thousand people are interested in shadow puppetry, based on this base, there will be tens of thousands of people who know about Baizhihu shadow puppetry. Doesn't this mean that there is a market for it?"
"After this episode is over, let's discuss with the Southwest Region and jointly organize a shadow play performance, hey!"
Zhang Wubing slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "This will bring the Baizhihu shadow play to life!"
He seemed very proud of his idea, and had even begun to imagine the future, thinking happily about what would happen in the future.
Yan Shixun raised his eyelashes and glanced over lazily.
Although he is cautious about the development of shadow puppetry, after all, modern people have more interesting ways of entertainment.
Whether it is short videos or games, for most people, they are far more attractive than shadow puppetry, which is a form of entertainment in the old era.
However, he couldn't discourage the enthusiasm of his little fool after all, so he just said "hmm" a few times perfunctorily and didn't say much.
However, Zhang Wubing obviously did not understand what Yan Shixun meant, and he kept pestering him to calculate how popular Baizhihu shadow puppetry would be in the future and whether it could go international.
Yan Shixun: “…………”
If you weren't seriously ill, I would beat you to death right now.
Yan Shixun looked at Zhang Wubing speechlessly for a long while, then he counted on his fingers and made a divination.
But when he looked at the hexagram he had calculated, he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.
It’s actually really good?
Yan Shixun was a little confused, but under Zhang Wubing's expectant gaze, he nodded and gave an affirmative answer.
He said: "You have become a variable for the Baizhihu shadow puppet show. Because of you, it can really revive itself."
Zhang Wubing cheered, completely unaware of Yan Shixun's complicated mental journey. He was still rubbing his hands excitedly and laughing.
When Song Ci saw Zhang Wubing's appearance, he immediately said with disgust: "Dabing, are you a dog? You are drooling, so disgusting."
Yan Shixun nodded, agreeing with Song Ci's words.
Zhang Wubing: "Wuwuwu, Brother Yan, QAQ."
Everyone in the car saw the interaction between the few people and burst into laughter, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
On the other side, in the logistics vehicle, the staff of the director team were flipping through the memo and suddenly remembered something.
"Assistant Director, what was the result of the calculation by the Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple? I only have the result of the Jin Port area before the location change."
The staff member kept writing without looking up and said, "Give me the result and I'll write it down."
The assistant director touched his head and asked in surprise, "Ah? Director Zhang is in charge of this matter, right? We were busy scouting for new filming locations at that time. Anyway, Director Zhang has more connections with Haiyun Temple, so let Director Zhang go."
The staff member paused and asked in confusion: "Really? Why don't I have any impression of it?"
The assistant director took out his cell phone and sent a message to Zhang Wubing: "I'll ask him."
Because Xie Lin is the guest in this episode, the heat of the topic he sparked and the connection with Song Entertainment have doubled the workload this time.
There was still a lot to do and the staff had no time to spare, so he made an "OK" gesture, lowered his head and went back to work, putting the matter aside.
There was laughter in the guests' car, drowning out the slight vibration of their cell phones.
Zhang Wubing was cheering excitedly with other guests and asked Xie Lin to sing a few lines as well.
"It's still 300 kilometers to the Shadow Puppet Museum, which will take several hours. If Brother Xie didn't come and perform, I think everyone would fall asleep."
There seemed to be little stars twinkling in Bai Shuang's eyes, and her expectant look made it hard for people to refuse.
Xie Lin thought about it and shook his head helplessly: "Okay, but I haven't opened my voice for many years, and I don't know if my voice is still accurate now. If I don't sing well, don't laugh at me."
"How could that be!"
"Come one, come one!"
Even the audience in front of the main and split screens were feeling excited, their hearts almost jumping out of their chests with excitement.
[Sister Bai Shuang, I love you! This speaks out everyone’s thoughts!]
[In my lifetime! I can still hear the voice of the God of Songs. I am so moved.]
[No regrets in death!!!]
[I declare that from today on I am a die-hard fan of the show! If it weren’t for this show, if it weren’t for Song Ci, if it weren’t for Director Zhang, I don’t know when I will be able to hear the voice of the God of Songs again.]
[My youth is back!]
[I am a little nervous. I hope nothing goes wrong in this show. God bless me and I hope I don’t run into danger again. I want to hear the God of Songs sing more.]
[What are you thinking about? It's just a shadow play. What can go wrong?]
Yan Shixun supported his head with one hand and quietly watched Xie Lin who was mingling with everyone in a good atmosphere.
He was not as excited as the others. His eyes were as calm and sharp as ever. He seemed to want to dissect Xie Lin to see what kind of truth was hidden.
In Yan Shixun's field of vision, the black energy on Xie Lin's forehead gradually expanded, almost engulfing his entire face.
There were even a few black lines spreading downward along the top of Xie Lin's head.
It seemed to be connecting Xie Lin's limbs and torso along the direction of the meridians.
These black lines were particularly conspicuous in Xie Lin's flesh and blood body, running through it naturally as if they had merged into one with him.
Yan Shixun couldn't help but frown slowly.
Whether he asked Ye Li and Song Ci, or told fortunes himself, Xie Lin had no problems. At most, he had some minor flaws that ordinary people would have, but he had no problems with major issues.
But it was different from the result of divination. When he saw Xie Lin, he was almost completely swallowed up by cause and effect.
It was as if the old karma had come back to Xie Lin, vowing to make him return everything he had lost, and resentfully wanted to drag Xie Lin into hell.
Such a contradictory result made Yan Shixun even more wary of Xie Lin.
If it were in previous episodes, such a long journey would make the guests feel tired.
The first half was lively and exciting, but the second half was full of sleep.
However, this time, because of Xie Lin's presence, all the guests were extremely excited. Even the young master Song Ci, who was always lazy and disdainful of participating in everyone's "childish" topics, couldn't help but be attracted and participated in it.
The guests did not feel sleepy at all until they arrived at the Shadow Puppet Museum.
Even when Zhang Wubing announced that they could get off the bus, everyone was still reluctant to leave and some did not want to get off.
"Director Zhang, why don't we just change this episode into a talk show with Brother Xie."
Bai Shuang grabbed the back of the seat and didn't want to get out of the car, looking at Zhang Wubing eagerly.
Zhang Wubing: “…………”
Then why did I spend so much effort coming here?
Xie Lin smiled and stood up first, responding to Zhang Wubing's call and walking down: "I still remember when I was a child, there would always be shadow puppet shows at fairs and celebrations. At that time, all the children were so excited that they surrounded the shadow puppet stalls and refused to leave. Now, after so many years, I can still relive my childhood memories. It's great."
"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that."
Xie Lin smiled and turned around, winking at everyone: "My favorite shadow play is The Monkey King Makes Trouble in Heaven."
Bai Shuang was caught off guard and met Xie Lin's eyes. She opened her mouth, but no words came out and her cheeks slowly turned red.
With Xie Lin taking the lead, although everyone was reluctant to leave, they stood up and walked downstairs, chatting and laughing.
Bai Shuang touched her feverish cheek in panic, coughed fakely, and quickly got out of the car.
Yan Shixun looked at Bai Shuang's actions and always felt that this scene was a little familiar.
He thought it was his instinct telling him that something was wrong, but when he thought about it carefully, he suddenly realized why it looked familiar.
——He seemed to have had a similar reaction when facing Ye Li before!
So, what he thought was inconspicuous at the time was actually so obvious to others?
Yan Shixun was stunned.
"Shi Xun?"
Ye Li, who had just stood up and was about to get off the car with Yan Shixun, saw Yan Shixun suddenly stop. He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Yan Shixun: How should I answer this question? Could it be that my self-righteous actions to cover up my embarrassment are actually more embarrassing than my original embarrassment?
Yan Shixun realized how obvious his reaction was in front of Ye Li before, and felt that his ears, which were hidden under his hair, were so hot that they were about to burn.
He forced himself to regain his composure as quickly as possible, then stepped out of the car again: "Nothing, just thinking about the shadow play at the market."
Ye Li saw Yan Shixun's reaction, he blinked slightly, and then understood.
His eyes were filled with smiles, and he kindly reminded: "Shi Xun, there was no shadow play at the market where we first met."
Yan Shixun: “…………”
Okay, that's enough. I know you have a good memory, so you don't have to expose me.
Looking at Yan Shixun's panicked back as he fled, Ye Li laughed softly from behind, and his eyes when he looked at Yan Shixun's back were unspeakably soft.
After getting off the car, the guests who had been focusing on Xie Lin and ignoring the scenery outside the window were able to see the scenery of the southwest region clearly.
The area where Baizhi Lake is located is right at the junction of the southwest region and the southern region. The terrain structure combines the characteristics of the two places, but it is obviously colder than the southern region.
Because it is winter, the plants on the mountains on all sides are bare, revealing the loess slopes below.
The cold wind whistled through the mountains, chilling people's clothes to the bone.
At first glance, the mountainous area without green vegetation looks particularly desolate and bleak.
After seeing the scenery here, everyone who was originally chatting and laughing fell into a brief silence.
The Shadow Puppet Museum is just at an intersection not far from the highway. The asphalt road gradually disappears, and the previous smooth road is replaced by a road full of flying yellow soil. When a car passes by, it will raise a cloud of dust and be swayed by the stones and potholes on the road.
The program crew's convoy stopped at the intersection, but they still had to walk a little further before reaching the Shadow Puppet Museum.
The driver was also helpless. The road ahead was indeed difficult to drive on, and there were several huge potholes in front of him. The road was narrow, and there was a cliff next to the dirt road. Such a road was not only not friendly to spacious commercial vehicles, but also to tires.
If you get a flat tire in the middle of nowhere, it would be hard to find a place to repair it.
So after weighing the pros and cons, the driver had no choice but to stop the car here and let everyone walk the remaining few hundred meters while the convoy waited here.
Obviously, those who didn't know about Baizhi Lake in advance didn't expect this to happen.
Bai Shuang raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes. He was choked by the dust raised by the wheels and kept coughing. His eyes were blurred and he could only vaguely see the scene in front of him through the dust.
At the end of the dirt road is the Shadow Puppet Museum.
It is called a museum, but in fact, it is just a group of low bungalows and cannot be compared with the grandeur of famous museums.
It is more like a place prepared by people who love shadow puppetry. They just found a room and put some things related to shadow puppetry.
However, outside the Shadow Puppet Museum, you can still vaguely see its past glory.
There is a huge archway in front of the museum. The red and green paint on the pillars and plaques have weathered and fallen off, turning into an old, dirty light pink. In most places, the original wood underneath can be seen, still firmly supporting the crumbling facade in the cold wind.
Even the museum building itself has already endured too much wind and rain. The originally red-painted walls have peeled off, and are mottled, uneven, shabby and desolate.
When the wind blew, the "creak... creak" sound coming from the museum clearly told everyone that the owner here had not repaired the building for a long time.
There are two rows of stone tablets on both sides of the dirt road. If you don’t look closely, they look like neatly arranged tombstones in a cemetery, eerie and scary.
Bai Shuang was startled. He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully again, only to find that it was not a tombstone.
Instead, it is a stone tablet with people's names carved on it.
In addition to the names of people, there are also some brief introductions. The combination of vernacular and classical Chinese is neither plain nor elegant, as if someone racked their brains and tried hard to make the inscription look more formal, but due to limited ability, it looks out of place.
The audience who were discussing Xie Lin enthusiastically before the live broadcast were also shocked after seeing this scene.
The originally lively barrage paused for a moment before becoming lively again.
[What the hell is this? It scared me.]
[I was drinking water when I saw this scene. I almost choked to death. This is too creepy.]
[It looks a bit like the abandoned cemetery in my hometown. Is that a tombstone? It's too far away to see what's written on it.]
[I am most afraid of abandoned houses like this. I always feel like there is a murderer hiding inside...]
[Isn't it broad daylight now? Why do I suddenly feel so cold?]
Bai Shuang hesitated for a moment, then turned around and looked at Zhang Wubing: "Director, is this the Shadow Puppet Museum?"
Zhang Wubing was actually a little confused.
He had seen information about the Shadow Puppet Museum before coming here, but the building in the photo was obviously much newer than what he saw before his eyes. At least the red lacquered carved beams showed the exquisite craftsmanship, instead of the long-abandoned look it had now.
The staff member trotted over and whispered to Zhang Wubing embarrassedly, "Because we were short on time after the filming location was temporarily changed, we only had time to visit Baizhi Lake and couldn't come to the museum. We used the information on the Internet."
"We just discovered that the online introduction seemed to have been uploaded more than a decade ago and has not been updated for a long time."
The staff member was annoyed: "We were not able to confirm this in time and were still using old information."
Seeing that he was blaming himself, Zhang Wubing quickly comforted him and said that it was okay. Since they were already here and there was nothing they could do about it, it would be interesting to go in and see different styles.
"It's quite novel. But Director Zhang..."
An Nanyuan looked at the weathered and peeling walls of the museum and hesitated, "Is there really anyone taking care of this place?"
“It feels abandoned.”
Zhang Wubing thought about it, gritted his teeth and walked forward, going to check the situation in the museum first.
He knocked on the door carefully: "Hello, we are tourists visiting, is anyone here?"
I asked several times, but no one answered the door.
Zhang Wubing also plucked up the courage to reach out and push the door.
The unlocked, shabby wooden door creaked and was slowly pushed open.
The scene in the yard unfolded before everyone.
The museum looks like a courtyard house. In the middle, there is a big tree that is so big that several people cannot hug it. It has lost all its leaves. The dead leaves are scattered all over the ground, and they make rustling sounds when the wind blows through them, making the museum look even more desolate and creepy.
It looked like no one had cleaned the yard for a long time, and the big words "Ticket Office" written in red paint on the door had become mottled.
The red paint that flowed along the wall along with the words before it dried looked more like dried blood, making Zhang Wubing nervous with every step he took.
Zhang Wubing held the door and carefully looked inside.
He waited for a while but nothing happened, so he turned around tremblingly and shouted to the people waiting a few hundred meters away: "Wait here now, I'll go in and take a look."
The staff member quickly said, "Director Zhang, I'll come too."
Zhang Wubing's eyes were immediately filled with gratitude and tears, as if he was praising the staff member for being a thoughtful and kind person.
——His boldness just now was obviously pretended.
The staff member felt a little embarrassed. As he stepped over the half-meter-high threshold of the gate, he was still thinking that Director Zhang was really a good leader. It was originally his own work that was not done well, and now he was just making up for it, but Director Zhang didn't say a word to him.
With this in mind, the staff members followed Zhang Wubing more actively and went deeper to see the true appearance of the Shadow Puppet Museum.
If it really has been abandoned here for a long time, then let everyone get in the car and go directly to Baizhi Lake.
The two quickly disappeared around the corner of the building and left from everyone's sight.
At first, everyone was chatting and laughing around Xie Lin, continuing the topic that they had not finished in the car.
But when Lu Xingxing's mouth was dry from talking and he wanted to get a bottle of water, he suddenly realized, "Has Director Zhang been in there for a while?"
Everyone suddenly realized: "It seems to be true."
An Nanyuan glanced at his watch and said worriedly, "I roughly remember the time when Director Zhang went in. It's been more than ten minutes now, right?"
“Is the museum that big?”
"Director Zhang is so slow."
But Lu Xingxing, who was originally chatting with the person next to him, slowly realized something was wrong, his smile gradually disappeared, and his expression became serious.
"I'll go over and take a look."
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