I'm covered by this rush

In March, in the warm and cold weather, everything has recovered in Fantai Mountain in the western suburbs of Yancheng.

A group of people, accompanied by photographic equipment and a few actors, have stayed here for several days.

"The scenery here fits perfectly with the artistic conception required in the film. Jiang Yue, you are really a prodigy in film production. You can always find the most beautiful place every time." Director Gao Chengbin blushed coldly, and looked at a group of people with a sneer. With a calm face, Jiang Yue is always curious about the origin of this girl in the past.

She obviously started in the south, but she seems to be very familiar with this leading metropolis in the north.

Such a secluded and inaccessible valley can be found.

Under the lens, Fantai Mountain is full of green cypresses and pines, and it is an excellent holy place for costume movies. In the early years, this place was a place for the royal family to go out for summer vacation. There is also Wenxuan Temple on the top of the mountain. After a hundred years, it is still rarely seen. It is open, but occasionally big shots come here for vacation, so it gradually becomes less known.

When Jiang Yue and someone went to the top of the mountain to worship Buddha and pray for blessings in the early years, he was able to see the most beautiful view of this mountain. After that, he never forgot it for many years.

In order to win the opportunity to film here and make her new film have a more outstanding artistic conception, she and the director almost ran all over the relevant departments of Yancheng, and it took a lot of effort to get the permit to enter the mountain.

Jiang Yue stared at the wispy mountain mist under the lens, his nose was sore, and mist suddenly appeared in his sparkling peach eyes.

The director Gao Chengbin on the side looked at her helplessly. It was already early spring, and Jiang Yue was still wearing a thick fleece jacket, covering himself tightly from head to toe. Even so, his nose was still red with cold, and his eyes were full of Tears are still stubbornly staring at the camera and can't move their eyes.

Gao Chengbin is a young director from the south. Over the years, he has been in an embarrassing state in the industry because he has no contacts and funds.

While chewing betel nuts, he spoke mandarin with a strong nasal sound, and seriously reminded Jiang Yue, "Take a break, there is a temple up there, let's go in and get warm. Otherwise, your cold won't get better until the filming starts."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yue was shivered by a sudden gust of mountain wind.

The long hair on the forehead was picked up by the wind, and a line of hot tears fell instantly.

I don't know if it was a cold or the old scene in the mountains that triggered her heart knot, she looked as if she was really crying, the sadness flashing in her eyes made Gao Chengbin frowned.

He was really worried that Jiang Yue's thin body would die in this ravine if he continued to freeze like this.

The strong wind on the mountainside was howling, and the tents that had been set up here for rest a few days ago were blown off a shaft, and the staff who went with them were all worried when they saw Jiang Yue's white face.

There was redness in her deep eye vortexes, and her black and white eyeballs seemed not to be as energetic as in the past. In this mountain, Jiang Yue had been working silently for several days in a row.

"Try this angle again."

Jiang Yue did not give up, and pointed the camera at the continuous foothills in the distance. In the early spring of the northern mountains, there is a kind of magnificence and tranquility full of vitality. The magnificent mountains and rivers, everything, Jiang Yue was the last time I came here to appreciate it.

Someone brought her, who was still young, here to pray for the safety and success of the rest of her life. It's a pity that the peace talisman she asked for was only to keep her safe and happy for more than three years. Years ago, a sudden change at the age of 21 completely turned Jiang Yue's life upside down.

Her quiet eyes were slightly distracted, and Jiang Yue guessed, if she hadn't made a big mistake, maybe now she is living an ordinary and happy life in a certain design institute in Yancheng.

"Okay, I can't shoot anymore, go in and have a rest!"

Gao Chengbin looked at Jiang Yue's blurred eyes, afraid that she would not be able to hold on, the flu is raging these days, in this mountain where there is no village and no shop behind, he didn't prepare too many medicines and clothes.She had a cold for several days in a row, and if she developed a fever, it could kill her.

At dusk, Jiang Yue's back was stretched out in the golden afterglow. She gradually lost her strength and went to rest in the tent. Gao Chengbin looked at her slender back with admiration and emotion in his eyes.

Having such a partner at the stall really burnt the fragrance for eight lifetimes.

"Tell me, why is Director Jiang working so hard? In order to save money, she also acted in person. After this scene was filmed, her delicate figure was so skinny." The cameraman shook his head and sighed. Still cold lips are a little purple.

"Lack of money, this is the truth in the world! Everyone has a bright side, but no one knows how difficult it is to do in private!"

"What's the matter, so short of money? I heard it's a child of Jiang's family. Even if her father is gone, their family is still there."

Gao Chengbin kicked the gossip boy, and reprimanded him with a smile: "You are the only one who talks a lot, and spends all day asking around, so get out of the way and go to work."

There was an indescribable mystery in his deep eye sockets, but no matter how aggressive the little brother was, he just stopped uttering a word.

When the bell on the top of the mountain rang, Gao Chengbin glanced up enviously. He had seen many temples in the south of the Yangtze River before, but he had never entered one as mysterious as Wenxuan Temple.

Wenxuan Temple is on the top of Fantai Mountain. After bypassing a large rockery, the square courtyard is always closed. Plaque, never faded.

But now the furnishings in this temple are the same as they were many years ago.

The Zen room is filled with incense, mahogany door beams, gray walls and floor, on two yellow futons on one left and one on the right, a woman in an ice blue coat is slowly tasting tea with the host Wen Deng.

The woman stared at the benevolent and kind old host, the tired look on her cold and dignified face had been greatly reduced after several days of enlightenment by the old monk.

The slender and light-white jade fingers caressed the celadon tea bowl one by one, and the deep emotions in the eyes were mixed with the dense tea fragrance.

"It's been five years. You always come here to burn incense for a few days at this time of year. Your filial piety is true. How is Lingtang's health?" The host held a thick Buddhist bead in his hand, chatting with her while pouring tea.

Chen Feng smiled slightly, and his clear eyes became more gentle and calm in the faint sandalwood. There were too many days of competing for time and time outside, and only in this temple could he get a few days of peace.

"She's fine. I'm leaving tomorrow. Today's stick of incense is for myself." The woman's voice was gentle and calm.

"What do you want?"

Chen Feng smiled, light thoughts blossomed between his brows, and his two plump, rosy lips parted slightly: "Marriage."

She has stayed in the temple for five days, and tonight is the fifteenth day. According to custom, night is the day to offer incense.

When Chen Feng was young, he lived with his mother in Hongluo Temple in Yancheng for a period of time. There was a small temple there for seeking marriage. , Pray for Yuelao to give you a good marriage.

Today coincides with the fifteenth day, and she also wants to ask the host to hold a full moon ceremony for herself here.

Chen Feng took out his mobile phone, called his assistant, and postponed the day of leaving the temple for one night.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the bright moon was shining brightly on Fantai Mountain, and the cold and white moonlight covered the mountain, and the small temple was full of brilliance.

"Master, I have long heard that Wenxuan Temple is a place of geomantic omen in Yancheng. As long as the visitor is sincere and kind, everything he asks will work. I will follow suit tonight."

The cold moonlight shone on the tribute platform in the yard, and the weather was five degrees below zero. Chen Feng clasped his hands together, touching the cold palms, closed his eyes, and was extremely devout.

The courtyard was quiet, Chen Feng knelt down before the incense burner, but before he got up, there was a sudden ringing at the temple gate.

She trembled in shock, her wish had not yet been fulfilled, and she was covered in cold sweat from being disturbed.Chen Feng looked sternly at the door that had been slammed by people, and he was full of doubts.

"Who is coming here at this time?!"

The host calmly got up, and the little monk ran to the door. Before reaching the door, he heard a strong man speaking with a strong southern accent, anxiously and directly urging: "Open the door quickly! Is there anyone? We are a film crew. Someone is sick, can you go in and have a rest?"

Gao Chengbin, Jiang Yue and his party have waited until now in order to feel the moonlight of Fantai Mountain and prepare for the future set.The only way down the mountain is blocked, and if you want to go out, you have to climb the mountain, which is a physically exhausting job.

Two of their tents were damaged by the wind, and it was really inconvenient for ten people to squeeze into two tents.

While scolding this tent shop on the Internet, Gao Chengbin did not forget to greet the doggy mountain wind.

Facing the cool wind several degrees below zero in the mountains, even wearing thick mountaineering clothes, I was terribly frozen.

Gao Chengbin kicked his hands, covered his coat tightly, bowed his waist and put his ears close to the crack of the door, and changed his daily momentum when he went up the mountain, "We won't cause you any trouble, just stay overnight, the place of the Buddhist hall, you can't see death Help? We can pay for it!"

"I heard that you are very angry. It doesn't look like you are sick. You don't accept foreigners here, don't you know?" Chen Feng walked lightly, followed behind the little monk, wanting to see what kind of sand sculpture crew it was. Come to this deep mountain on such a cold day, how can you freeze to death if you want to live broadcast?

"Why are there girls?"

Hearing this soft female voice, Gao Chengbin and Xiao Zhou of the film crew stared at each other in blank dismay.

"Little nun, please open the door, hehehe." Xiao Li smiled hippie, and a wretched smile appeared on his face.Hearing this, Gao Chengbin quickly beat Xiao Li with his arm.

"Let's go, squeeze and make do in the tent." Jiang Yue lowered his hoarse voice due to the cold, and the brim of the hat almost covered his entire face.

Xiao Li's voice was heard by Chen Feng verbatim.

"How do you talk?" Chen Feng's voice sounded a little embarrassed.

"Wait a minute, don't open the door for them."

Chen Feng stopped the little monk's hand that was about to extend from inside, his slender eyebrows were raised, and there was no mercy in his cold eyes.

She has always hated this kind of frivolous little guy in the entertainment industry. Besides, Wenxuan Temple has been closed for many years, and now the relevant departments are strictly investigating some corruption in the big temples around Yancheng. At such a sensitive juncture , Wenxuan Temple, where it has been rare to see outsiders for more than ten years, how come it so happens that on the night she came, she met the film crew who stayed overnight?

"Hey, why are you like this, you little nun, you ran into the monk's temple late at night and refused to save him, are you acting like a monk? Our colleagues are really about to freeze to death!"

Gao Chengbin looked at Jiang Yue's pale face, anxiously wanting to be rude.

"I'm not a monk, I don't know what it means to be a monk! I think you wretched men are very energetic, go back to the mountain and stay, don't tarnish this holy place of the Buddhist temple."

The woman's stern voice came, Gao Chengbin blew his beard and stared helplessly in anger.

"It's a woman! The little girl can't help but be cold, please do me a favor, please say something quickly and let her listen!"

Gao Chengbin scratched his head helplessly, and hurriedly pulled Jiang Yue who was hiding behind her, "Speak quickly!"

But Jiang Yue just waved his hand wearily, and pointed to the direction down the mountain, signaling him not to pester him any more.

There was a clear and cold laughter from inside the door, "Close the door tightly, let's go!"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Yuelao: Your marriage has arrived, please pay attention to check it.

Ms. Chen: Reject, thank you.

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