This is the "ghost" superstar road

Before seeing the full version of the script, Meng Ji was already worried.It's easy to say anything about acting skills, but this singing... His sense of music is really not good.

Meng Ji said honestly, "Director, I really can't sing..."

Wu Han said: "Don't worry, when it comes to singing, there must be doubles and dubbing. But at least you have to learn a little bit about your body and expression. At least, you have to let the professional dubbing for you match your lip shape."

Meng Ji breathed a sigh of relief: "This is no problem, I will study hard."

Wu Han said: "If you are free now, you can study with the teacher for a period of time."

Meng Ji nodded quickly: "Okay, I'm free now."

Wu Han wiped the sweat from his brow and breathed a sigh of relief.Fortunately, this young actor is very serious, no matter his previous performance or his current attitude, he should have made the right choice for the starring role this time.

He was struggling to find an actor, and almost wanted to do it himself.But my acting skills are not bad, I am really a bit old, and I have to pretend to be young, even if I pretend to be, I will not be ridiculed.

After Meng Ji and Wu Han signed the contract, they got the detailed script.Wu Han had high hopes for Meng Ji, coupled with his trust in the character of Xiangrui Entertainment, he specially gave Meng Ji the most detailed script so that Meng Ji could grasp the image of the character as a whole.

In this script, Meng Ji finally saw the role of other people, such as the heroine.In the first half, the heroine only played soy sauce occasionally. She was a progressive student before, and later an underground worker. After bringing Mu Changsheng back to the base area, her roles gradually increased.The heroine became a war reporter in the base area, specializing in reporting on the situation of the war behind enemy lines, and showing the struggle and sacrifice of the Chinese people to the world.

In the process of getting along, the hero and heroine gradually developed feelings for each other, and the two had a very sweet past, but Mu Changsheng was worried that he would die on the battlefield, so he did not marry the heroine.

The hostess was very angry. She told Mu Changsheng that she was not a woman in the old society, and that she would not end her life if her husband died. Mu Changsheng didn't have to worry about this at all.But Mu Changsheng is very sincere and stubborn about his feelings, insisting that if he can't give a woman complete happiness, he should not irresponsibly marry this woman.

In the end, the two agreed that when the Anti-Japanese War was won, if they were both alive, they would get married.Unfortunately, Mu Changsheng died before dawn.After the heroine compiled his stories into a book and published them, she traveled all her life alone and traveled around, trying to dig out and sort out the stories of the unnamed heroes in this great war against aggression.

"He told me that in this war, the deeds of many heroes were buried in the smoke of gunpowder. If he was still alive, he would return to his old business, search for the stories of these heroes, put these stories on the stage, and let the ancient Art tells the story of this life. I can't sing or arrange music, so I can only write books."

The girl's black hair has turned into snow, and her smile looking at her lover's photo is still full of happiness.

Meng Ji sighed quietly.Why does he feel that everyone in this book is so kind and doting to Mu Changsheng?How do you say this in today's words?Mary Sue?Tom Sue?Seeing Mu Changsheng mistakenly for life?Men and women take it all?

Wait, why is it that men and women can take all, Mu Changsheng and his friends are pure brotherhood.Meng Ji put aside the miscellaneous thoughts that suddenly appeared in his mind and continued to study the script.

He has now returned to his home in Jindu, waiting for the training class that Wu Han signed up for him to start.Seeing that he was obsessed with studying the script, An Rui took the initiative to take care of the children, no, the kid.Meng Ji tried his best to study scripts and related film and television materials in the study. An Rui took Meng Xiaoma to play crazy all day long. If it wasn't for Meng Xiaoma who couldn't and didn't want to stay too far away from Meng Ji, he might have taken Meng Xiaoma with him all the time. Field work.

Meng Ji was a little moved when he saw Meng Xiaoma gesticulating, saying that he didn't want to be too far away from him, and that he would not go out unless he went out.Although Meng Xiaoma is willful and plays his temper every day, he is generally very well-behaved.

"Do you want me to help you find a teacher?" Probably too busy, An Rui finally remembered his identity as a manager and asked, "I think you have nothing to do if you wait like this."

Meng Ji said: "Ask the director first, it's not good to make a decision privately."

An Rui contacted Wu Han, and Wu Han wished An Rui could help him find a teacher.Although he also has some face, but it is nothing compared to An Rui.What's more, don't you need money to find a teacher?Wu Han shyly showed his old and handsome face, not only asked Anrui to find a teacher for Meng Ji's training, but even refused to reimburse him.

After Anrui laughed at Wu Han's little thoughts, he readily agreed.

There are mines at home, so they are not short of money.What's more, although their company seems to be losing money and making money from the outside world, most of them are actually making profits.But they are low-key.Now the company only has one actor, and the training fee is still affordable.

Besides, there are many people who owe favors to their company, and they use favors without spending money.

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Dong Jing was wrapped in a quilt and curled up at the head of the bed.The light in her room was on, but that didn't lessen her fear one bit.She opened her bloodshot eyes wide and stared nervously at the door.

Will it still appear today?

She looked down at the phone, and the time on the phone jumped to twelve o'clock in the morning.

"Great, it's all right..." Dong Jing let out a sigh of relief, tears streaming down her face.

I don't know if it was because she was overly frightened or because she didn't dare to go to the bathroom, her bladder was a little swollen.She hesitated for a moment, got out of the quilt, and was about to go to the toilet.

Dong Jing, who got out of the quilt, was very neatly dressed, even wearing sneakers, as if she wanted to go out at any time.Her two forearms were covered with Buddhist beads of various colors, and an unknown number of amulets were hung around her neck. Red threads hung around her neck and crossed each other, which looked like hideous cut wounds.

The house Dong Jing lives alone is a two-bedroom apartment with a study room, which is not too big or too small, so living alone is quite comfortable.The lights are now turned on in every room, including the bathroom.After Dong Jing solved her personal problems, she turned on the faucet to wash her hands. When she was rinsing off the hand sanitizer, she found a few hairs in her hands.

She thought the hair was her own, shook her hands twice, and continued to flush.But after flushing for a while, there were a few more hairs on her hands.

I lost my hair so badly?Is it because I haven't slept well these days?Dong Jing turned on the faucet a little more, but was horrified to find that there were more and more hairs on her hands.

Hair in the water from the tap? !

Dong Jing felt a chill run up her spine.She turned off the faucet quickly, but the water flow didn't stop.

The faucet is broken?

Dong Jing watched helplessly as more and more hairs appeared in the water, even blocking the water outlet of the washbasin.

Because of the excessive fright, Dong Jing's scream was blocked in her throat, but she couldn't yell out when she wanted to.She knew she should run away at this time, but her feet were like shot puts, and she couldn't move at all.

Because the water outlet was blocked, the water in the washbasin gradually overflowed.Hair like seaweed flowed from the sink to the floor along the water flow.

Dong Jing finally calmed down a little, and could move her feet.One foot was deep and the other was shallow, she stumbled and ran out of the bathroom and out the door.She doesn't want to be in this house.It was just a nightmare before, but every time it was midnight, no matter what she did, she would suddenly fall asleep, and then fell into a nightmare that she couldn't remember the content of, but felt terrible.Fortunately, she was lying on the bed and playing with her mobile phone when she fell asleep several times, and she was not injured.

She wanted to see a doctor, but suddenly remembered the crooked ways her friend had told her before... Could there really be ghosts in this world?In addition, she now has a variety show opportunity that has a very good response. If she goes to the hospital and is exposed by someone who cares, will the show crew change?

Dong Jing used the excuse of asking for amulets for relatives, and ran all the temples in the city where she could go, and hung so-called consecrated beads and amulets on her body.

She did not fall asleep suddenly tonight, but the ghost seemed to appear in reality.

Dong Jing regretted it when she ran out of the room in a panic.At least the room is brightly lit, which can give her a sense of security.Although there are lights in the corridor, the lights are very dim.She dared not take the elevator for fear of encountering an accident; her house was on the 25th floor, and the stairs seemed unsafe.

To knock on the neighbor's door?But thinking of her identity as a public figure, Dong Jing, who was already in the decline of her career and was very afraid of scandals, hesitated.

If she yells that there are ghosts to ask for help, those who believe will think that they have messed with something dirty and will bring bad luck to others, and there will be fewer and fewer announcements in the future; problem.

No matter what kind of development, she cannot accept it.

Just when Dong Jing stopped and hesitated, she suddenly felt an itchy neck.She reached out and grabbed a handful of wet hair.

This, this is not my hair!

Dong Jing collapsed, screaming "Help", and fell from the bed to the ground.

She got up from the ground, not knowing whether to cry or laugh: "So it was just a dream... So I fell asleep again... What should I do... What should I do... Who can save me..."

At this time, she heard her mobile phone ringing, she stretched out her hands tremblingly, picked up the mobile phone, looked at Gao Wenzhuo's name on the caller ID, tears burst out immediately: "Hello... hello... woo..."

"Hello, Jingjing? I sent you a short line and you didn't reply, and no one answered the phone. You fell asleep again? Had a nightmare again?" Gao Wenzhuo's anxious voice came from the microphone.

"I'm having a nightmare again..." Dong Jing cried and hiccupped, "What, what should I do? Am I suffering from some kind of illness?"

"Go to the doctor!" Gao Wenzhuo was anxious, "It's been like this for several days, why don't you go to the doctor?"

"Go to see a doctor...What about the announcement? What if the program team doesn't want me?" Dong Jing said aggrievedly.

"Is the announcement more important or the life more important?!" Gao Wenzhuo was rarely angry.

Dong Jing was silent for a while, then said: "You don't understand..."

"I don't know what?! Aren't you just afraid that if you have a physical problem or a mental problem, you will be hidden by the company?" Gao Wenzhuo said angrily, "You lost your life, what are you afraid of?!"

"Being hidden in the snow...may be almost the same as losing your life..." Dong Jing murmured.

Now it was Gao Wenzhuo's turn to be silent.

After a long while, he spoke with difficulty: "Okay, okay, I understand. I am an idol who plays with tickets, and I really don't understand."

Hearing Gao Wenzhuo's angry words, Dong Jing laughed at herself: "But your nature of playing tickets is better than someone like me who really wants to work hard in the entertainment industry."

Gao Wenzhuo was at a loss for words.He really didn't know how to answer this question, and he always felt that any answer was a proposition.

"Even if you don't see a doctor, you can't go on the show with the mental state of being frightened once every night, and then you can't sleep all night?" Gao Wenzhuo came up with an idea, "Would you like to go to the temple to stay for one night, just for someone to eat vegetarian food?" Filial piety?"

Dong Jing pondered the possibility of this proposal.

After she calmed down, her IQ gradually recovered, and she suddenly remembered something she had neglected: "Wen Zhuo...why do you believe me? Listening to you, you seem to be inclined to me getting into something dirty, rather than having a mental problem. gone?"

Although Gao Wenzhuo kept suggesting that she go to see a doctor, it was Gao Wenzhuo's original suggestion to find the consecrated Buddha bead amulet, and now he also suggested that she stay in a temple for one night. Does Gao Wenzhuo know something?

Gao Wenzhuo was taken aback by Dong Jing's question. In the end, because of his good impression of this girl, Gao Wenzhuo told the truth: "I have encountered dirty things when I was young, so I believe this."

"Then, how did you solve it?" Dong Jing hurriedly asked.

Gao Wenzhuo smiled wryly: "My grandma gave me an amulet...here, there is a set of numbers written in the amulet...a set of meaningless numbers. I think, maybe the numbers have no meaning. The amulet is very old, and I don't know if there is any It’s useless. If you want to try it, I can send it to you and it will arrive tomorrow afternoon. Don’t lose it, it’s my grandma’s relic.”

Dong Jing opened her mind and said, "Then, could that number be the phone number of some capable person? Is it the phone number of a certain hermit who gave your grandma an amulet? Have you tried it and can you get through? ?”

Gao Wenzhuo on the other side of the phone rolled his eyes and said: "This group of numbers is indeed a phone number now, do you know where it is? The internal phone number of Xiangrui Entertainment, I was laughed at by the guide if I wanted to go to Xiangrui Entertainment, and made trouble What a big joke. Oh, you were off the set and didn't know about it."

Dong Jing was at a loss for words.It seems that this set of numbers is indeed meaningless.

"Okay, I'm filling out the courier form online now, and I'll get someone to pick it up tomorrow morning, and it should arrive at your place in the afternoon." Gao Wenzhuo said, "Do you want to take some sleeping pills and force yourself to sleep?"

There was a person who believed in herself and offered a mysterious amulet with a long history. Dong Jing's frightened heart finally calmed down. After thanking Gao Wenzhuo in words, she hesitated and went to the bathroom to wash up again.

The water coming out of the bathroom faucet was normal and there was no hair.

She breathed a sigh of relief, ready to go straight to sleep with the light on without undressing.

Dong Jing swallowed two sleeping pills, and when she finally fell asleep under the influence of the medicine, she, who has no yin and yang eyes, couldn't see that there was a monster wrapped in black hair floating on the head of her bed.The monster stared at Dong Jing with a pair of blood-red eyes through the hair, and accompanied her into sleep.

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Meng Ji didn't expect that one of the two teachers Anrui hired for him was actually a ghost.

This ghost sang opera in the Republic of China, let's not talk about how he sang, at least he knew the real situation of those opera troupes in the Republic of China period, and observed carefully, and even imitated the demeanor of Liyuan stars at that time.

"Our company still has such an old ghost...senior?" And this ghost, like Meng Xiaoma, is only a half-step red-clothed ghost, not even a red-clothed ghost.But this half-step Hongyi is like a normal person, and can communicate with others without barriers, which is better than the mentally retarded Meng Pony.No wonder the people in the company didn't pay much attention to Meng Xiaoma's specialness. There are many strange ghosts in the company.

"Well, the obsession can't be dissipated. He wants to become a big star in Liyuan, but how can there be any big stars in Liyuan now? Even if he is honored as a master-level opera performing artist, he can't become a slightly educated opera artist in the country like in the Republic of China. Everyone knows the big star. So he is obsessed with it and can't finish it." An Rui complained in front of himself... this ghost, "He was originally a spirit ghost, but now it has been too long, and the spiritual power and resentment in his body are gradually dissipating and degrading. It looks like this now. Although his obsession is strong enough, in a few years or more, he should return to ashes."

"However, he has gained enough, it's time to celebrate and mourn." An Rui concluded with the last sentence.

Sun Donghua smiled wryly, "Can you be kind?"

"I don't really want to be merciful." An Rui said, "You have repaid your revenge, and you have repaid your favor. Why are you still clinging to that obsession? Now you can't even go under the sun, and your obsession is even more impossible to realize. Hurry up." Ashes return to ashes, your spiritual power continues to degrade like this, and if you continue to retreat, you may become an ordinary resentful soul without consciousness. Is this kind of feeling that your sanity is slowly annihilated?"

Sun Donghua said honestly: "It's uncomfortable. But now I'm not finding a new way to realize my obsession, organizing what I've learned into a book, and teaching on the Internet at the same time? I'm quite popular on the Internet now. Don't worry, I It won’t fall to that point, I think my obsession has almost come true.”

An Rui couldn't help but rolled his big eyes: "It's up to you."

After An Rui instructed Meng Ji a few words, he went to work on his own affairs. Meng Ji said curiously, "It's rare to see An Rui get so angry. He usually has a big grin and a haha."

"A person like this is even more terrifying when he gets angry." Sun Donghua's smile has a kind flavor. "I watched him grow up. He has a good temper since he was a child, but he was always very irritable when he was born. But now he You're not angry, you're just worried about me."

Meng Ji asked politely, "Is it serious?"

Sun Donghua touched the long hair on the back of her head, and said, "It's really serious. It's like human's gradual frostbite. My head is still clear, but gradually I can't control my body. In the end, I might be imprisoned." In this body, I clearly feel that my 'body' is still there, but my consciousness is disappearing bit by bit. This feeling is quite scary. However, before falling to that point, I will definitely commit suicide, so don't worry about me .”

Meng Ji's lips moved, not knowing how to answer.He has not experienced this kind of pain, but has seen people around him go through similar pain.

When his companion was gradually eroded by something that might be a zombie virus, and his consciousness gradually disappeared, he once felt angry and powerless, but after seeing a lot, he gradually became numb.

An Rui may feel the same as he did back then.Compared with "becoming a Buddha" when the obsession dissipates and the heart is happy, this kind of death is definitely unacceptable as a relative or friend.

But ghosts are born of obsession, although ghosts can make new choices by themselves after they become conscious.But if he is unwilling to choose, others can only worry.

Meng Ji didn't ask about it anymore, and Sun Donghua didn't mention it either.The two tacitly avoided this topic, and began to teach opera knowledge.

Meng Ji thought of himself as a stupid student who didn't understand, but Sun Donghua was probably old, and he was very patient when teaching others.Even though Meng Ji's singing was a mess, he just kept correcting it with a smile, without any expression of anger or impatience.When Meng Ji made a little bit of progress, he would praise Meng Ji fiercely, which made Meng Ji's face blush, which made him feel ashamed.

He specifically went to see the online class offered by Sun Donghua.There are many young people who like opera culture, but not many are willing to settle down and learn.However, Sun Donghua's class has always been overcrowded. Every time a class is taught, some people go to "take up a seat" in advance, and they cannot enter the live broadcast room later.The sales volume of his online courses is also very impressive, and half of the income is donated to various opera schools.

Meng Ji knew that the remaining half must be given to the company.

Sun Donghua doesn't practice, doesn't enjoy, as a half-step red-clothed him, he doesn't need any money.

Meng Ji couldn't help poking Meng Xiaoma's ghostly head.This stupid half-step red coat is an exception, and it still costs a lot of money to eat.

Meng Xiaoma also likes Sun Donghua very much.Besides Anrui and Meng Ji, Meng Xiaoma has another person to cling to.Well, it's a ghost this time.

When Meng Ji was studying, Meng Xiaoma also took the initiative to learn.Although Meng Xiaoma's voice was so thin that it made my head hurt, but in terms of pitch alone, Meng Xiaoma was much better than Meng Ji.God knows how Meng Ji could keep on going off tune.

Meng Ji was a little depressed.He wondered if he should ask An Rui where there are ghosts who can do evil and can sing.Or if you don’t have to sing, you can sing, maybe if he swallows one, the music will be much better?

But he remembered that he swallowed the memory fragments of living people who could sing, but he failed to improve his sense of music... Sigh, swallowing memory fragments is not a panacea.Some things, even if you have learned everything, you still can't do it.

Head: You already know how to sing!

Vocal Cords: No, you don't understand!

Meng Ji felt like a mentally retarded person, even more retarded than Meng Xiaoma.

Anrui found another human teacher for Meng Ji to teach him how to perform modern opera after improvement.Although Meng Ji is acting in a drama of the Republic of China, it may be directly moved to the screen, but modern improvements are still needed, and the audience's acceptance will be higher.Furthermore, since Meng Ji wanted to train, he must have a good teacher, so it would be better to publicize it.

Although Sun Donghua is very famous on the Internet, literati like to look light on each other, artists like to look light on each other, and those who study opera are no exception.Even though what Sun Donghua learned is probably the most orthodox way, but everyone’s mouth makes money, and he has become a wild way, and has become an Internet celebrity.But Sun Donghua herself didn't mind.

Meng Ji was very curious why when Sun Donghua was still a spirit ghost, he didn't lead students or simply performed on stage to expand his influence.Only later did he learn that Sun Donghua had actually "shown his face", but the identity he had adopted at the beginning had "died" after he could not appear in the sun.Now it is said that he is an Internet celebrity, not an authentic person, and many of them are his disciples and grandchildren.

Meng Ji thought, no wonder Sun Donghua was so tolerant.Probably he looked at those apprentices and grandchildren as tolerantly as he looked at his unworthy descendants.

"He is tolerant, but I am not. So I keep a notebook of those who scolded him." It is rare for An Rui to show a dark face in front of Meng Ji, "He won't let me deal with these people, but when he dies, I'll clean them up one by one."

If he thought that he was not very familiar with An Rui, he would have reached out and knocked An Rui on the head like knocking Pony Meng.Are you so looking forward to his death?Sun Donghua's death is inseparable from the inside and outside?

The teacher who brought Meng Ji didn't expect Meng Ji to learn anything. Meng Ji didn't have a good sense of music, so he didn't criticize him. He only asked Meng Ji to learn the libretto that he would sing in the play.Although the singing is out of tune, at least the rhythm is right, and the mouth shape is right when the time comes.

But Meng Ji still surprised him.Except for singing, Meng Ji is excellent in other aspects.He only taught many difficult movements once, and Meng Ji mastered them immediately.After a while, when he checked Meng Ji's homework again, he found that Meng Ji had practiced very proficiently.As long as he doesn't open his mouth and only acts in the few plays in the script, he looks like a real opera actor.

"Singing, reciting and playing, you can only sing." The teacher was very emotional, "You can even read, but why can't you sing well?"

Meng Ji could only smile wryly and let the teacher regret.

He also wanted to know why his sense of music was so poor.

An Rui sneered after learning about it: "God has opened countless doors for you, so what if you close a window for you? What are you dissatisfied with?"

Meng Ji hurriedly joked that he dared not dare.

The human teacher is very sorry, but the ghost teacher Sun Donghua is very satisfied.He said that there are also many people who can't sing well on the stage. A stage is so big that all kinds of talents are needed.If Meng Ji can't sing well, then just don't sing.When he was still in the theatrical troupe, how could there be so many people with different talents, they all had to learn slowly and practice slowly.I don't know how to practice, and I have roles to play, but I can't be popular.

Hearing Sun Donghua's emotion so many times, Meng Ji guessed that the person who gave birth to this ghost Sun Donghua was probably an actor with poor talent and could not be popular.It's a pity that Sun Donghua's talent after becoming a ghost is good now, but the times are different.The era of opera has passed, and a new glorious era has yet to come.He can only hold his unfinished obsession and leave with regret.

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