Lookout Men and Widows

The costume director of the crew is quite famous. He has directed several Qing palace dramas before, and the classical costumes he directed were all mixed. Those who praised him thought that his aesthetics were very good, making the costume dramas on TV both classical and in line with According to the aesthetics of modern people, those who belittle him think that he doesn’t respect historical facts, he makes random changes in order to look good, and even advertises himself as the inheritor of classical costumes.

All in all, this clothing director named Jiang Zunde is quite famous and indeed has a bit of talent.

And Xu Meng couldn't get in touch with him at all.

For the crew, changing venues is very common and not difficult, but for ensemble performers like Xu Meng, changing venues means that they cannot follow the crew, and the crew will not be reimbursed for expenses along the way. The local area re-entrusted the intermediary to re-recruit group performers.

There is another problem that cannot be avoided, that is, Xu Meng will go to other crews to find opportunities after the filming of this crew, and Hengdian is the largest film and television center, and the job opportunities here are the greatest. It's not a good time to catch up.

That's why Xu Meng urgently needs You Ming to solve this matter.

Accompanied by Zhao Yang, You Ming went to the director first.

The director is a young man, in his late thirties. He has made a few literary films before, with mediocre results, but a good reputation. He has won a few awards abroad.

During the filming break, the director himself was eating with boxed lunches. Most of the money they spent on this film was spent on service, and the actors were not cheap. As a director, he could only save money in other places.

"Director Zheng." Zhao Yang stood in front of Director Zheng.

The director, who was buried in his meal, raised his head, with a green vegetable in his mouth, his dark circles were obvious, and he hadn't slept well during this time, Director Zheng ate the green vegetable in his mouth, and said strangely: "Who are you? "

He's not an actor, and he's not wearing a group costume, so who is this?

Zhao Yang introduced himself: "Hello, Director Zheng, my surname is Zhao, Zhao Yang, and my father is the boss of Chengtong."

Chengtong is the company of Zhao Yang’s family. It is engaged in the information industry, which is a new industry, but Zhao’s business is very large. There are their offline stores all over the country, and the information industry is also closely related to the entertainment industry. Of course Director Zheng knew about the connection. With a smile on his face, he shook hands with Zhao Yang after wiping off the oil on his hands with a wet tissue.

After shaking hands, Zhao Yang handed over his business card.

He is also famous in his own company and holds the position of a general manager.

But in fact, he doesn't care about anything, he is just a rich second generation who eats and waits to die.

Zhao Yang's father didn't give him too much money in order to prevent him from cheating.

"Director Zheng, can we chat in another place?" Zhao Yang was also a little nervous. The first time he used his father's banner was for his girlfriend's group acting career. It will also take a while.

Director Zheng took Zhao Yang to his resting place. In the alley behind the studio, he set up two tables and a few chairs, and there was a cosmetic box on the table.

Director Zheng said, "Sit down, I'll ask my assistant to buy water."

Zhao Yang quickly said: "That's not necessary, we came here this time to talk to you about the haunting on the set."

Director Zheng was stunned for a moment, with a panicked expression on his face, he said sternly, "Our studio is not haunted, don't believe in rumors."

He still wanted to shoot here, because there were no suitable venues in other places, and they were more expensive than here.

But now they are contacting, the price is difficult to negotiate, after all, they are in a hurry, and in order to stabilize the emotions of the actors, he has also thought of a lot of ways these days, traffic stars have a temper, and those with acting skills and achievements are even bigger.

You Ming suddenly said: "Director Zheng, please sit down. I was invited by Mr. Zhao to settle this matter. Once this matter is resolved, your costumes will no longer be so expensive, and you can also shoot night scenes." Now, we can’t just shoot daytime scenes all the time, can we?”

Director Zheng didn't speak, his expression was tangled. After a while, he sighed and said, "What can you do?"

Zhao Yang farts rainbow farts aside: "Director Zheng, don't look at my friend as young, he may have done it, I used to ask him for anything, there is nothing he can't solve..."

You Ming glanced at him, Zhao Yang quickly shut up.

You can blow it up, but you can't blow it too far, it's too unrealistic.

"I came here last night." You Ming said, "I also saw the female ghost on the set."

Director Zheng's expression became complicated, and he looked at You Ming as if he was looking at a charlatan. Director Zheng asked, "The female ghost you mentioned is a metaphor, right?"

He believed that someone was pretending to be a ghost, but he didn't know who it was.

Before, he installed a camera in order to catch troublemakers and prevent the spread of haunted rumors, but every morning, the camera would be plunged into complete darkness for a period of time, and only the sound of tearing could be heard.

But before the camera turns black, there will be strange noises, like electrical noise.

It's not that Director Zheng didn't feel wrong, but he couldn't stop filming, otherwise the loss would not be something he could bear, so he comforted himself every day, brainwashed himself, telling himself that it was man-made damage.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to set foot on the set himself.

Over time, he really believed that this was not a supernatural event.

Director Zheng smiled: "Stop joking with me, I have to go to filming, I can't rest for too long, let's talk later if there is anything else."

After finishing speaking, Director Zheng got up and prepared to leave.

Since the other party didn't come to discuss investment cooperation with him, there was nothing to talk about.

He will definitely be able to find out whoever is behind the scenes.

Zhao Yang wanted to stop him, but he couldn't. Director Zheng walked away angrily as if offended.

Zhao Yang turned to look at You Ming who was still sitting on the chair, and asked with a mournful face, "Master, what should we do now?"

You Ming also stood up, walked to Zhao Yang, and smiled at him: "It's him who should be anxious, not us."

Zhao Yang said foolishly, "That's right."

You Ming: "I can't shoot the night scene, which delays the time. He is the one who has a headache. You can tell from his appearance that he is not going to change the set. The initiative is in our hands, so there is no rush."

Zhao Yang slapped his head: "Master, you can see clearly!"

"Then let's go shopping nearby?" Zhao Yang said excitedly, "There are martial arts dramas next to me. I like martial arts very much. Flying around is very exciting."

You Ming didn't refuse either, and the two wandered around the film and television city for a day, and then had a simple dinner at a nearby restaurant in the evening.

Although the restaurant was small, it was very clean, and You Ming didn't eat strong food, so he didn't have a stomachache this time.

As night fell, You Ming and the others went back to their respective rooms. Director Zheng Zheng Qingsong was taking his assistant to squat outside the props on the set. The two hid behind the pillars, holding a camera with night vision function in their hands.

The assistant touched his arm and said to Director Zheng, "Director, I feel a little cold, how about you?"

Zheng Qingsong said seriously: "You are acting psychologically."

The assistant touched the goosebump on his arm, and felt a little uneasy. Is this really his psychological effect?

Time passed by, and the two could only hear each other's breathing in the darkness.

Zheng Qingsong: "When you breathe, keep your voice down."

Assistant: "...um."

In the early hours of the morning, they finally heard the noise.

But it was not the sound of walking, the sound of sliding, but it was not the sound of rolling wheels, but of planks.

The assistant became even more frightened, and leaned closer to Zheng Qingsong, almost on Zheng Qingsong's body.

Zheng Qingsong was very disgusted and wanted the assistant to let go, but he didn't want to make a sound to be discovered by the pretender.

"The director... really doesn't look like a human..." The assistant's legs were trembling, and the strange voice was getting closer, like the sound effect in a horror movie, not to mention they are in the dark now , Even with a night vision camera, the faint light is even more eerie.

Zheng Qingsong was also flustered at this moment, but he forced himself to calm down.

There are no ghosts and gods in this world, he is a materialist, he only believes in what exists.

The so-called ghosts and gods can all be explained with scientific concepts.

If science cannot explain it, it proves that science is not advanced enough, but in the near future, it must be explainable.

Zheng Qingsong clenched the cross on his necklace, expressing the integrity of his mouth and body to the fullest.

The assistant swallowed, he didn't dare to do it anymore, the voice seemed to be right next to their ears.

But they couldn't see anything, and the night vision cameras didn't pick up anything.

The sound of planks dragging across the ground stopped.

Both Zheng Qingsong and his assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

The two looked at each other.

"Do you feel that your back is a bit cold?" They asked almost in unison without changing a single word.

The assistant was almost in tears. He never watched horror movies, so he didn't dare to watch them.

Zheng Qingsong gritted his teeth: "Take a look back, is there water dripping from behind?"

The assistant said in a crying voice: "There is no water pipe here at all, and it hasn't rained in the past few days."

Zheng Qingsong forced himself to be strong: "I know you can't count on it, let me see for myself."

He turned his head stiffly, his neck seemed to have turned into a stone.

He saw an eye.

A fiery red eye hanging in mid-air, it looked like there was a burning fire inside, and blood tears flowed from the corner of the eye, and the water dripping on his neck just now was blood tears.

He looked silently into the eyes.

His throat seemed to be tightly strangled, and no sound could come out.

All the strength in his body was drained, and his fear reached the extreme. He was stuck there like a machine that stopped turning, and he couldn't even hold his breath uncontrollably.

Only the assistant didn't dare to turn his head, and kept asking, "Director, what did you see? Is there a water leak?"

The assistant's voice sounded, and the eye disappeared.

Before Zheng Qingsong came back to his senses, there was another tearing sound from the prop room.

"Director?" The assistant noticed that Zheng Qingsong hadn't moved for a long time, and urged him nervously, "Director? Don't keep talking, I'm afraid if you don't talk, don't do that, I'm so flustered..."

But Zheng Qingsong still didn't speak.

The assistant was hairy all over his body. At this moment, Zheng Qingsong stood up and ran out desperately. His face was expressionless, and he was already numb from the fright. He even fell a few times when he ran away. He fell, and got up with hands and feet.

"Director!" The assistant hugged the camera. Although he didn't know what was going on, the director was so courageous that everyone was running. It was safer for him to follow. He fell to the ground after running a few steps, and the camera didn't dare to pick it up. , while muttering: "I didn't mean to disturb, your lord has a lot, don't bother with me." While following Zheng Qingsong's pace.

The assistant was Zheng Qingsong found in the rest booth outside the set.

Zheng Qingsong sat on the chair, hugged his legs with both hands, and rolled himself into a ball, still trembling, his lips were blue and purple, and his eyes were full of disbelief and unspeakable horror.

The assistant swallowed: "Director... what did you see?"

Zheng Qingsong was in a trance: "...eyes..."

Assistant: "...You...don't make fun of me, you know I'm timid, I'm afraid..."

Zheng Qingsong: "... I won't shoot anymore... my life is important, whoever likes to shoot should go..."

Although the assistant was scared, he still whispered, "Director, the investor...there is still liquidated damages..."

Zheng Qingsong finally regained some sanity in his eyes. He couldn't afford to pay for it, and he was not a director who was just playing around. Moreover, this movie was co-produced by several big companies, so he didn't have the right to say no. The employment contract was signed, and the contract was breached. Jin can't afford it either.

The literary films he made before were not well-received, and he didn't make any money at all. He even paid a little for himself. Now he is in a state of negative equity and urgently needs this TV series to feed him.

Zheng Qingsong felt that his life was suffering.

"Then what should I do?" He said bitterly, "No, I can't stay here, I want to go home..."

Zheng Qingsong tried his best to restrain himself, so he didn't cry.

Is it easy for him to be a small director?

The assistant went back to the hotel with Zheng Qingsong.

It is impossible to go home, and I will continue filming tomorrow.

Both of them were in the same room, and the assistant didn't dare to go back to sleep in his own room. He lived in a single room and was afraid.

He lay on the sofa in Zheng Qingsong's luxurious single room, and asked the hotel staff to bring up another quilt.

When the waiter brought up the quilt, he saw a man sitting in the room, and another one was taking a bath in a bathrobe. Although he didn't say anything, he still couldn't help but take a second look.

assistant:"……"

"Miss, listen to my explanation, things are not what you see!"

The waiter smiled at him: "It's okay, it's common, I'm not prejudiced, there are condoms next to the bedside table."

"It's just that there is no lubricating oil. Just wait, I will get it for you. This is provided for free in the deluxe room. There is no charge. I will bring a few more boxes up."

Assistant: "No!"

The waiter has gone out.

The assistant stood at the door of the bathroom, he hesitated and asked, "Director, when you checked in, no one knew you were the director, right?"

The water in the bathroom was too loud, and Zheng Qingsong couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

When Zheng Qingsong came out of the bathroom wearing a towel, the doorbell rang, and he opened the door directly.

The waiter looked at him, and he also looked at the waiter. He thought it was some goblin who came to give him a hug, and was about to say that he was not interested, but the waiter suddenly stretched out his hand.

Zheng Qingsong spread out his palms inexplicably.

The waiter smiled and said, "Have a good night."

Zheng Qingsong was puzzled, and when the waiter closed the door, he looked down.

Whether it is English or Chinese, it means the same thing - human lubricant.

He turned to look at the assistant.

The assistant turned his head: "...it's not my fault..."

Zheng Qingsong had a headache: "I was really unlucky for eight lifetimes."

The assistant whispered, "Who says it's not."

"Wait." As soon as Zheng Qingsong lay on the bed, he suddenly remembered an incident during the day, he turned around and said, "In the afternoon, the prince of Chengtong brought his friends over, and said that our crew was haunted, and that his friends could help solve it. "

The assistant said anxiously: "Then you should agree to him. It's a good thing for him to help. I said to invite Taoist priests and heavenly masters. If you don't agree, if he comes here by himself, won't no one know?"

Zheng Qingsong: "What do you know? Think about it with your walnut-sized brain. Their company didn't invest in this TV series. I've inquired about all the famous actresses in the show. They are in love, but No boyfriend has anything to do with Chengtong."

"Oh..." the assistant said, "Then... what's the matter?"

Zheng Qingsong: "If you don't have anything to show courteousness, it's either rape or robbery."

Assistant: "You are really careful to sail for thousands of years. If you don't know, you may think that you are in another industry."

Zheng Qingsong: "Sleep, sleep, I'll think about it."

Zheng Qingsong tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

When I went to the studio the next day, the costumes shipped the day before were broken again.

Zheng Qingsong's face was so dark that he squeezed out water.

The male actor was still complaining: "It takes time every day to wait for the new costumes to arrive. Who will bear the time loss?"

Actress: "Speak less, who isn't?"

After finally the new costumes arrived, the director of the scene greeted the filming, and Zheng Qingsong sat in his seat.

After the daytime filming, Zheng Qingsong saw Zhao Yang outside the set, and the young man was still beside Zhao Yang.

Zheng Qingsong took the cigarette away, crushed it aside, and trotted over.

"Mr. Zhao." Zheng Qingsong ran up to Zhao Yang and said out of breath, "I was in a hurry yesterday. Don't be angry with me. What do you call this gentleman?"

You Ming held out his hand to him: "My name is You, You Ming."

Zheng Qingsong smiled at him: "Mr. You, are you busy now? Let me invite you to drink coffee."

Zhao Yang glanced at You Ming and gave him a thumbs-up quietly.

The three found a small coffee shop that was still open. Fortunately, there was a private room. After entering, You Ming only had a glass of lemonade. He didn't like coffee at all.

"That's right, I went to camp last night." Zheng Qingsong swallowed, and said in a low voice, "I thought someone was playing tricks behind me, but last night..."

You Ming looked at his expression and guessed, "You saw it."

He used an affirmative sentence.

Zheng Qingsong nodded with fear on his face: "I didn't see everything, but I saw one eye, which was extremely red, even redder than having pink eye disease, and it was only one eye... What is it?"

You Ming: "Just to tell you about this. I have dealt with her before. She has no objection to you, and she doesn't want to harm anyone. She just doesn't like your way of persuasion."

Zheng Qingsong: "...what?"

You Ming: "She is a ghost of the Tang Dynasty. She said that your clothes do not conform to the real clothes of the Tang Dynasty. She said that it is not common to show your breasts, and it is even more impossible to show your shoulders and back. She also said that your sleeves are made of mosquito nets. She can't see it."

Zheng Qingsong: "Mosquito nets? No... We used tulle at first, which was of very high quality, but it was also torn. In order to save costs, we used lower quality ones."

You Ming looked at him.

Zheng Qingsong swallowed: "Because it consumes too much material, we made the big sleeves a little smaller before, but not much smaller."

His voice became smaller and smaller: "It's only half the size."

Zhao Yang: "Then why do you insist on using the background of the Tang Dynasty? Isn't this completely changed?"

Zheng Qingsong said: "Women's clothing in the Tang Dynasty is beautiful!"

You Ming said, "She wants to talk to your fashion director."

Zheng Qingsong was taken aback: "Talk? How? Humans and ghosts."

You Ming: "This is the only solution, otherwise I can't do anything."

Zheng Qingsong clasped his hands and lowered his head: "I'll call him and ask him to come out tomorrow."

"That's great." Zhao Yangxi said, "It's better to solve it as soon as possible."

Before Zheng Qingsong was about to leave, he asked Zhao Yang: "Mr. Zhao, let me ask, why are you so concerned?"

Zhao Yang didn't tell a lie, he just said, "My girlfriend is an extra performer in your crew."

Zheng Qingsong: "..."

He is really unpredictable about rich people's hobbies, which may be the reason why he didn't get rich.

After Zheng Qingsong left, Zhao Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "Master You, let's go, I invite you to eat crayfish."

You Ming quickly said: "I won't eat the lobster, I'm going back to the hotel, and I'll eat at the hotel."

Zhao Yang: "That's fine, I'll go back with you, and Mengmeng and I will also eat at the hotel tonight."

Since this time, Zheng Qingsong has never scolded the group performer fiercely again. Who knows which rich second-generation boyfriend or girlfriend this group performer is, he came to be a group performer when he has nothing to do.

You Ming went back to the hotel and ordered porridge and snacks.

He lay on the bed, took a sketchbook, and drew down the ghosts he encountered.

Xiaofeng, the pedicure ghost, the ghost who loves to eat strawberry ice cream, the evil ghost possessed by Uncle Zhao, and this time the female ghost of the Tang Dynasty.

While drawing and drawing, the faces in You Ming's pen gradually took shape, and Jiang Yu'an's face appeared vividly on the paper.

But this Jiang Yu'an is not the adult now.

It's what he looked like when he was a teenager.

Jiang Yu'an still had a childish look on his face when he was a teenager, but his momentum was already there.

You Ming looked at Jiang Yu'an in the sketchbook, with a smile on his lips.

But he still wrote Jiang Yu'an's name.

Dates are left.

When he gets old, he can occasionally take it out and look through it.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Yu'an walked in from the balcony, leaned against the bed naturally, followed You Ming's gaze to look at the paper, "Is this me?"

You Ming looked at Jiang Yu'an, and said strangely: "This is you at the age of 16, don't you remember?"

Jiang Yu'an showed no expression: "I don't remember much about what happened before I died."

Jiang Yu'an said: "Too many ghosts and evil spirits have been devoured."

The memories of their lives affected him, so he could only seal his own memories with theirs.

He still remembers his parents.

But he no longer remembers his past.

You Ming understood what Jiang Yu'an meant, he pursed his lips and said, "It will be fine, we can find a way."

He took the initiative to shake Jiang Yu'an's hand.

Jiang Yu'an looked at You Ming and raised his lips.

He likes the word "we".