Chapter 45: Rainy Wild Temple (7)
Compared with the cold and empty place outside where it was raining heavily, the mountain temple seemed particularly warm and cozy. The bright lights dispelled everyone's anxiety and made them begin to relax.
However, although the mountain temple covers a large area, the number of rooms is limited, and it is impossible to provide one room for each person. The middle-aged man turned around and packed for a long time, and the bedding and other items were only enough for six rooms.
He bent his hunched body, showing a trace of embarrassment. "The quilts and mattresses are damp in the rainy season, and it's not very comfortable to sleep in. I only had time to air out these few beds when the sun came out a while ago. There are only enough for six large beds. And although there are rooms next to it, they were occupied by other small creatures in the mountains because they were used to store food. It's not good to drive them away so late. The mountain god will not have the heart to see them."
"Everyone, do you want to squeeze in first?"
As soon as these words came out, the actress who had first taken the best room in her opinion with her suitcase became unhappy: "Do you know who I am? Don't you know me? How dare you ask me to squeeze in?"
There are six rooms in total, and with the eight guests, a tour guide, and an assistant director, there are already ten people in total. Not to mention the two brothers from the village next door, so two people will have to squeeze into one room.
Because Bai Shuang and the actress were the only women, if they had to share a room, it could only be the two of them.
After hearing what the actress said, Bai Shuang, who was originally introducing the current situation to her split screen with a sweet smile, also lost her smile.
"What do you mean?"
Unlike the actresses who have just become popular, Bai Shuang has been famous for a long time. Even if she doesn't act like a star, the "star flavor" has long been ingrained into her bones. Now when she speaks with a gloomy face, even if she doesn't raise her voice like an actress, she still has her aura.
"There are only two girls here, who are you talking to?" Bai Shuang sneered, "Look carefully, we are not in a hotel now, there are no waiters at your service. If such a big temple can't accommodate you, you can leave. Brother Yan is right, we can't put up a big Buddha here."
The actress didn't expect that Bai Shuang, who had been ignoring her, would suddenly attack her, and in front of the camera. She was stunned for two seconds before she reacted, and then she stretched out her long nail-painted fingers towards Bai Shuang in anger: "You..."
"Eh? Hey, hey, hey, don't quarrel, don't quarrel, we two grown men can just squeeze in, you girls can just stay here."
The two men who had gone to drink nearby because they were familiar with the middle-aged man, when they saw the trend of a quarrel, hurried over to stop the fight and gave up the room they were going to sleep in.
The actress was still not convinced and wanted to say something, but Yan Shixun gave her a cold look, which made her shiver.
For some reason, she had the confidence to look down on everyone with her traffic and popularity, but she was a little afraid when facing Yan Shixun. It was as if everything she had and was proud of was insignificant wasteland in Yan Shixun's eyes. He had his own world and vast world. In his eyes, she was so small that she was not even as small as the plants next to him.
"Don't you want to take a shower?"
Yan Shixun's eyes slid down to the luggage in the actress's hand, which looked particularly complicated compared to the others. He then sneered, "If you don't want to take a shower, let others do it first. There is only one place to take a shower in this kind of temple. Don't be disgusted by the fact that the bathroom has been used by others."
Although this statement was blunt and unpleasant to the ear, it not only gave the actress a way out, but also eased the current atmosphere.
The actress heaved a sigh of relief for some reason and quickly carried her things to the bathroom at the back of the mountain temple.
After she left, everyone started to reallocate the rooms. It was just because she left too quickly and too hastily that she didn't see the other guests looking at her with disdain, not at all like she had always thought that they would envy her current popularity and traffic.
Except for popular idols and singers like An Nan Yuan Bai Shuang, who were already surrounded by flowers and attention, the rest were either experienced people who had been in the entertainment industry for many years and had long seen through the coming and going of popularity, or young masters like Song Ci who were originally from powerful families and treated top stars and 18th-tier stars equally. Anyway, he didn't like anyone.
In their view, the actress's behavior is just a short-lived arrogance after she suddenly becomes famous. When she becomes out of fashion and is hit hard by reality, she will learn to keep a low profile.
Anthony wanted to speak up for the actress and show his consideration and love for girls to the split-screen camera. However, as soon as he smiled, Yan Shixun looked at him and he retreated again.
After the small incident, everyone started to allocate rooms again.
The actress didn't like living with Bai Shuang, and Bai Shuang looked down on her, so the two girls simply lived in one room each, and the other five rooms were occupied by two people.
Anthony had been very conscious of moving closer to An Nanyuan, wanting to sleep in the same room with him, and then used the split-screen live broadcast to "inadvertently" show the audience that he and An Nanyuan were sleeping in the same room.
Buy another hot search tomorrow to promote that he has a good relationship with the top seniors and is the favorite successor of the top boy group. Maybe you can also buy a few marketing accounts to vaguely say that An Nanyuan likes him, takes him to variety shows, and insists on sleeping in the same room with him.
Although he looked down on An Nanyuan, thinking that An Nanyuan was old, cowardly, and stupid, and believed in all kinds of supernatural things, he could bear with it because An Nanyuan had so many fans now.
However, before Anthony had taken a few steps, Annanyuan saw his intention from his expression.
So An Nanyuan took the lead and grabbed Song Ci, and while the young master was still confused, he dragged him into the nearest room, threw his mountaineering bag directly on the bed, and lay down on the bed.
"Ah, I'm so tired... Don't worry, young master. I have very good sleeping habits and I definitely don't snore."
Song Ci: “???”
The conditions at the mountain temple are good, but only relative to the lower limit of village houses in everyone's imagination, and cannot be compared with hotels in the city.
There is no decoration in the room, only a two-meter-wide bed that can sleep two or three people. It is usually used by villagers passing by to rest and people who stay overnight during temple fairs. It is not very particular.
At this moment, Song Ci looked at the big bed, his boyish face flushed red, and he didn't know whether it was out of disgust or shame.
But he also knew that this was a variety show, and he had asked to come, so he just put on a sullen face and didn't refute, and acquiesced to being in the same room with An Nanyuan.
Anthony's face looked frighteningly ugly, but he couldn't tell his original plan in front of the camera and everyone, so he had to endure sharing a room with another third-tier male star.
——He is also a hot topic, better than the others who are out of date or simply not suitable for marketing.
An Nanyuan glanced at Anthony outside the room and laughed sarcastically.
They are all foxes who rose to prominence through talent shows in the entertainment industry. Why are they playing the game of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio with him? Do you think he can't tell what he is thinking? Even if he hasn't done these things, he has seen people of the same period do them, right? Why are you pretending?
The rooms were assigned to everyone else without any dispute, except for Yan Shixun... When everyone thought that there would be no problem with Yan Shixun, it was stuck with Yan Shixun.
He stood in the hall with a stern face, in a subtle confrontation with the assistant director opposite him, and refused to give in.
The assistant director, whose face was hidden from everyone because of his baseball cap, seemed to find Yan Shixun's expression very funny and laughed softly.
This laugh made Yan Shixun's eyes suddenly sharp, as if he was unhappy with the other party's indifferent attitude, and he was even more determined not to give in.
Sharing a bed with a stranger...
Even before he was thrown into the market by his parents, he had never slept with them. After being picked up by his master, he became more independent. From birth to now, he has never slept with anyone!
Just thinking about it gave Yan Shixun goose bumps on his arms and made him feel nauseous.
Especially since the person who was going to sleep in the same bed with him was a stranger who made him feel strange and extremely wary.
"You go to sleep in this room, I'll find another place."
Noticing the gazes from the people around him that he thought were hidden, Yan Shixun suddenly realized that they were in the suburbs, so he simply chose another plan and was not prepared to put himself in a difficult position.
——Although the bed is two meters wide, if you sleep on each side you can't touch each other.
But Yan Shixun just felt uncomfortable.
When Yan Shixun passed by the assistant director, the man suddenly took advantage of his tall stature and long arms, raised his hand and grabbed his bony wrist as fast as lightning before Yan Shixun could even react.
The man's slender palm was extremely powerful. Yan Shixun was shocked and struggled hard, but he couldn't get out of his palm.
The other person's fingers were pale from not seeing the sun for years, and one could even see the blue and red blood vessels flowing under the fair skin. He had an absolutely unquestionable sense of powerful strength, but was as cold as if he had just come out of an ice cellar.
Yan Shixun was so cold that his body shivered physiologically.
"Where are you going to sleep?" The man asked with a smile in his deep and magnetic voice, "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold if you don't stay in your room on a rainy night? A living person's body is very fragile, and you can easily fall to the ground if you're not careful."
Why do some people call others "strangers"? Is this to emphasize their identity, or do they subconsciously think that they are not "strangers"?
A hint of doubt flashed through Yan Shixun's mind.
But he didn't have time to pay too much attention to this, and instead focused on breaking free from the man's grasp.
Yan Shixun's face was indifferent: "I'm not used to sleeping with strangers."
"Why?" The man was not satisfied with the answer, but directly said: "I have good sleeping habits and I don't snore."
He just saw that after the stranger named An Nanyuan said this to the person next to him, the person next to him agreed to sleep in the same room with An Nanyuan.
Yan Shixun: “…”
What does it have to do with me if you snore or not? I just simply hate you, understand? It has nothing to do with whether you snore or not.
"Then I won't sleep in the same room with anyone else."
Facing the man's doubtful gaze, Yan Shixun stared at the sharp and cold face with a ghostly aura and gave a fake smile: "I have a bad habit - I like to kill people in my dreams."
man:"……"
The rest of the eavesdroppers: "..."
The audience who were squatting in front of the camera waiting for the answer curiously also trembled.
[As expected of Brother Yan, his hobbies are different from others. Brother Yan is awesome!]
The man smiled silently, and inadvertently relaxed his grip a little, allowing Yan Shixun, who had been on guard all the time, to seize the opportunity and grab his wrist with his backhand. He exerted force and with a "click", he removed the man's wrist, freeing himself from the man's grasp.
As the man looked at him in surprise, Yan Shixun grasped the man's wrist again, exerted force and with a "click", restored his wrist to its original position.
The whole process took less than five seconds. The people hiding behind the door and secretly watching with their peripheral vision only felt that it was so fast that it became a group of afterimages. Before they could see clearly what was happening, Yan Shixun was already several steps away from the assistant director.
Everyone: ??? What happened? Am I blind?
The man raised his slender arm and checked his wrist, but there was no sign of anger on his face. Instead, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and he seemed to find this matter quite interesting.
Yan Shixun snorted coldly and walked past the man and wanted to go to the main hall of the mountain temple where the statue of the god was enshrined.
He always felt that this mountain temple gave him a very strange feeling. Even though all the architectural details and the middle-aged Taoist priest who managed the mountain temple did not seem unusual, he could still feel that there was indeed a deity here. But inexplicably, he could not ignore the faint irritation in his heart, and always felt that something was not right.
But the man raised his slender arm and blocked Yan Shixun's way.
"The bed is yours, the room is yours, I'll go find another place."
His voice was low, but no longer cold without a trace of temperature. Instead, he teased Yan Shixun with a smile: "I don't want to see you frozen to death in a corner tomorrow morning."
After saying this, without waiting for Yan Shixun to refuse, the man withdrew his hand and took a few steps back.
Yan Shixun: “…”
When you say that, it makes me seem like I'm petty, just like that actress who doesn't like to be in the same room with others... It's so annoying, I want to beat someone up!
He stared at the man for a long time, and after enduring for a long time, he still didn't say anything else to the man. Instead, he turned around and walked towards the main hall of the mountain temple.
The tense atmosphere just now suddenly relaxed and dissipated into the air.
The guests who were peeking at the side couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Um, assistant brother."
The variety show star smiled and pushed open his door. Like a good person, he said to the tall man who was still standing there, "Why don't you come to my room and sleep? The two-meter bed can accommodate three men. It's actually quite spacious."
The man heard the voice, and waited until Yan Shixun's back disappeared from his sight before he slightly turned his head and looked at the variety show star without blinking with his dark eyes blocked by the brim of his baseball cap.
With the majesty and indifference that comes from being in a high position for a long time.
The powerful aura made the variety show host's waist suddenly bend. If he hadn't been holding on to the door frame with one hand, he would have almost fallen to the ground with weak knees.
Isn't this just an assistant? Why does he feel more terrified than meeting the entertainment company boss and those TV station executives?
The variety show star was muttering to himself.
The man looked away indifferently, his voice cold: "I have a habit when I sleep."
"I like to kill people in my dreams."
As soon as these words were spoken, the temperature of the air suddenly dropped by two degrees, and everyone shivered unconsciously.
Even the audience watching the live broadcast gasped. It seemed as if a chilly air was spreading through the network cable to them through the screen, making their teeth chattering with cold.
[What's wrong with this guy? He doesn't sound like he's joking. I feel like he's serious.]
[Fuck, isn't this an assistant director? Why is he so powerful? Did I remember it wrong? Or has the situation become so complicated that even an assistant director has to be someone extraordinary?]
[I would believe you if you said he was a bodyguard hired by the show crew at a high price. Did you see the muscle lines when he stretched out his hand just now? I think he could kill me with one punch, just like Brother Yan.]
[This aura is more frightening than my boss. Who is he? Is he really just an assistant director? No way.]
…
While everyone was busy making their beds and taking baths, Yan Shixun walked quickly through the temple courtyard with light footsteps, and his slender and strong body landed silently and swiftly in the main hall of the mountain temple.
In the small room next to the main hall, the middle-aged Taoist priest and the two villagers were sitting around the table. Because the two villagers had just given up their room to the guests, they ran to the middle-aged Taoist priest's room and planned to stay overnight with him. The three of them were laughing and chatting about something, and they seemed to have a good relationship. The two villagers also took out their wine and used the alcohol to kill the boring night.
The light from the house shone through the rain onto the yard, making it blurry and indistinct. Even their shadows were elongated by the light, making them look less human.
Yan Shixun's eyes quickly passed over them, and after making sure that the middle-aged Taoist priest would not suddenly run over, he confidently hid his figure in the hall and disappeared into the darkness.
The main hall was decorated with red and colorful decorations everywhere, making it look extremely festive and lively, as if a temple fair or a mountain god worship ceremony had just ended.
However, in the dim light, the red colors looked extremely strange.
The colorful paintings of figures that covered the walls also directed their attention from all directions to the only living person in the hall.
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