Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

"You..." Jing Luo was dumbfounded, he couldn't continue after he started talking.

Song Yi put the incense ash into Jing Luo's backpack: "What's wrong?"

Jing Luo looked at the ticket in his hand, it was a sequel to a European and American science fiction film, he shook his head: "It's okay, let's watch it after work."

Immediately started to shoot a new scene, he stood in the set, and looked up at the person standing in the corner.

Song Yi stood upright, holding a thick book on his mobile phone, with an elegant posture.

This person, the first salary was spent on him.

"Jing Luo?" The director was standing beside him, talking to them a few times, unexpectedly, Jing Luo, who was usually the most serious, lost his mind at this time, "Did you hear that?"

Jing Luo quickly retracted his gaze and nodded: "I heard it."

Just as the filming was about to start, a staff member suddenly ran over and shouted, "Director, surveillance is out."

Jing Luo's heart skipped a beat.

I was so dizzy by the smell yesterday that I actually forgot about it! ! !

Taking advantage of the gap between the director and the man chatting, he quickly walked up to Song Yi and said in a low voice, "Frankly speaking, did you smash the cup?"

Song Yi put down the book, was quiet for a while, and asked him, "Did you find out?"

Hearing his tone, Jing Luo was even more uncertain: "En."

"If I smashed it," Song Yi said calmly, "What are you going to do?"

"..." Jing Luo opened his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't say anything serious. He said in a muffled voice, "Don't be so impulsive in doing things in the future."

After speaking, he grabbed Song Yi's hand and was about to leave.

Song Yi remained motionless like a mountain: "Where are you going?"

"Run first, then talk," Jing Luo said, "Hurry up, or they won't be able to run away after they finish chatting in a while."

Song Yi: "What about the job?"

"Anyway, I can't do it anymore." Once this matter was revealed, Mu Chenxi would not swallow it no matter how good-tempered he was. Even if Mu Chenxi endured it, his management team is not a vegetarian. In this way, he must make things difficult for him everywhere in the future, "It's a big deal to change jobs."

Song Yi lowered his eyebrows: "I'm sorry."

"Stop it," Jing Luo became anxious, "Let's go first...I'll go to Mu Chenxi to apologize some other day."

Over there, the staff member who came to report said loudly, "It's the new lighting engineer!"

Jing Luo paused.

He turned his head, just in time to see the director and the staff walking side by side, with serious expressions, without even looking at them.

"It's really him?" The director frowned, "Did you get your face?"

Staff member: "I got the photo, and the color of his clothes is very conspicuous, so I can't admit it."

Director: "Did you find anything?"

"I just asked, that person is Tang Lin's die-hard fan," the staff said gossip, "I heard that Mu Chenxi said something bad to Tang Lin when passing by the dressing room, so he moved in a fit of anger Thought, oh yes, that man also won the shot put championship, no wonder he threw it so accurately."

Jing Luo: "..."

He turned around with a complicated expression, just in time to catch the smile on the corner of Song Yi's mouth.

"...Is it fun to be cute?" He mulled over for a long time before choking out such a sentence. There was no hint of anger in the words, but a sense of relief.

Song Yi said: "I never said I did it."

Jing Luo thought for a while, really, this person...how could he still take advantage of language loopholes?

His mood was like riding a roller coaster, and he forgot all about the scene the director just said. He turned around and was about to ask, when a low voice came from behind him.

"I will not lie to you."

When Jing Luo turned his head, Song Yi had already continued to read the book.

When he walked over, the new lighting engineer had just returned.

He was a slightly scruffy man, not tall, a little hunchbacked, and looked listless.

The director frowned and said, "For the sake of being a star, I gave up my work, why bother?"

The lighting engineer had no expression on his face: "I think it's too light."

"You..." The director wanted to say something, but he took it back and waved his hands twice, "Forget it, I guess you won't be able to keep you in the crew." The lighting engineer is skilled, and he was quite satisfied at first.

The lighting engineer turned around and was about to leave, but the assistant director liked gossip the most, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed him: "Hey, what did Mu Chenxi say about Tang Lin, are you so angry?"

The lighting engineer stopped and looked back at him, his eyes were filled with hatred, which was so penetrating that the assistant director was so frightened that he let go of his hand.

"What are you staring at me for? I'll just ask casually, it's fine if I don't say anything." Assistant Director Nana said.

The gaffer shook his hand away and walked on.

Seeing that he was in the wrong direction, the assistant director said again: "Why are you still touching the lamp? The gate is over there."

The lighting engineer looked casual, and he adjusted the lighting: "Don't worry, he doesn't dare to embarrass me."

Assistant director: "Where do you get the confidence? His team is notoriously hard to mess with in the industry."

The lighting engineer sneered: "Because I recorded the sound."

As soon as these words came out, the whole studio was silent for a moment.

The staff member also said just now that the lighting engineer did it because he heard Mu Chenxi's unkind remarks towards Tang Lin. Who would have thought it would be more shocking-this person recorded the sound.

Since Tang Lin's death, Mu Chenxi has been selling miserably. His team doesn't know how many sailors he bought privately for this matter, and he has created an image of a love saint. If such a recording is released... It won't fall down, but Mu Chenxi's character design is definitely going to be shocking.

Jing Luo lacked interest in this, he felt inexplicably feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe, so he quickly drank a few sips of water to calm himself down.

After today's scene was filmed, he put on a scarf, still thinking about the fright that Bai had received today, and said in a calm tone, "Let's go."

"Wait," Song Yi called to him, opened his backpack and took out his gloves, "Put this on, too."

Jing Luo actually doesn't like wearing gloves. His pockets are furry and warm, so wearing gloves is inconvenient for many things.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Song Yi directly took his hand and put the glove on.

On Saturday, the movie theater was packed.

Jing Luo did what a star with 100 million fans should do today: he put on a mask and glasses.

The black-rimmed glasses, without lenses, were forcibly given to him by a costume designer when he was shooting a magazine illustration. This pair of glasses had been lying in his bag for a long time, and finally came in handy.

Song Yi stood beside him and asked, "I've already bought a movie ticket, why am I still waiting in line?"

The person in front just finished shopping, Jing Luo ignored him, stepped forward and said, "I want a piece of popcorn, two cups are fine, thank you."

Holding two glasses of Coke, when he arrived at the ticket office, Jing Luo handed the ticket to the ticket inspector.

The ticket inspector glanced at the tickets, then looked up at them again, coming and going a few times with complicated expressions.

Had he been recognized?

Jing Luo coughed lightly and carefully turned his face away.

"Okay," the ticket inspector handed back the invalid ticket, "you must sit according to the number."

After entering, Jing Luo understood what happened to the ticket inspector's sympathetic eyes just now.

He asked, "Why... did you book the ticket for the first row?"

Song Yi: "Sitting in front, you should be able to see more clearly."

Jing Luo was a little surprised, uncertain: "Isn't it your first time watching a movie?"

Song Yi also understood now: "Did I buy the wrong place?"

Jing Luo was really shocked this time, he hadn't even seen the movie, could Song Yi be an ancient ghost?

It's wrong to think about it, how can there be an ancient ghost who uses mobile phones so slippery?

"If you sit in the front, you have to look up." Jing Luo glanced back, only feeling tired.

It happened to be the weekend, and it was the latest sci-fi blockbuster that was just released in Europe and America. The attendance rate was terrifying—except for the first row, all other seats were full.

The most embarrassing thing was that there were only the two of them in the first row.

The audience in the second row, which was fully seated, stared at the two of them together, and the atmosphere became a little stiff for a moment.

Song Yi turned around: "Then let's see next time."

His tone was the same as usual, but for some reason, Jing Luo could hear some regret from it.

He grabbed Song Yi's clothes: "...I bought everything, look, it's all right."

With a smile on his lips, Song Yi sat down with him.

After a commercial, the movie finally started playing.

Jing Luo turned his head and glanced at the people around him. Song Yi was sitting upright, and the 3D eyes on his face were brought out by him like a pair of sunglasses.

Feeling the gaze, Song Yi also turned his head: "It's really tiring to look up."

Jing Luo was taken aback: "Yes."

"Then I'll buy the latter next time."

The exciting background music sounded, and Jing Luo turned his eyes back to the movie screen, without any intention of chatting, and said casually: "En."

"Popcorn will also be bought in advance."

"it is good."

At the beginning of the movie, there was a passionate special effects fight, Jing Luo was watching intently, when a black shadow flashed in front of him.

Someone sat down next to him.

He thought, well, how embarrassing it would be if only the two of them sat in the first row.

Song Yi didn't quite understand, and frowned tightly.

"He can't fly that high," he said, "even Hades can't fly there."

Jing Luo: "...This is a special effect."

"I know, even if it's a special effect, it's still too fake."

The person sitting next to them suddenly said, "This person must be the final boss!"

He refers to the good brothers who fought side by side in the first two films of the hero.

Jing Luo doesn't like to talk when watching movies, but this time he couldn't hold back: "Impossible, this is a decent person."

"That's what makes it interesting," the person next to him lowered his voice, "I frowned a little in the first two seasons. Think about it, is the ending scene of the last one for this person?"

Jing Luo thought it was true.

There was an inaudible click from the right.

Song Yi also leaned towards him, pointing to the character who had just appeared on the scene: "Who is this person?"

Jing Luo explained to him in a low voice.

The person on the left said again: "The heroine is getting uglier and uglier, the next movie will probably have to be replaced."

Jing Luo once again expressed disapproval: "I think she's pretty good."

After a movie, a whole glass of Coke went into Jing Luo's stomach, and he always felt dry mouth after talking too much.

The final boss of the last film is really the good brother of the male protagonist. When the theater lights came on, Jing Luo turned his head and said with a smile: "You really guessed...yes..."

The ghost beside him gave him a friendly smile.

...! ! ! !

This ghost is missing one hand, and it still has a big ax on its head, with a smug expression on its face: "That's right, I've studied it many times, and I know this is going to be a routine."

Jing Luo couldn't speak, just thinking of himself sitting with it and watching a two-hour movie made his scalp tingle, and subconsciously leaned towards Song Yi, not daring to cast his eyes randomly.

With a smile on his lips, Song Yi stretched out his palm and pressed Jing Luo's head to his side.

Seeing that the two were about to touch each other, a familiar voice sounded.

Another closed safety exit was suddenly opened, and Bai Wuchang jumped in: "Hey, have you finished reading? Come with me quickly, do you know that you have delayed my off-duty time?"

The male ghost smiled embarrassedly, got up and said, "Let's go now, let's go now."

When Bai Wuchang saw them, he raised his hand and said hello: "Hi! Mr. Jing, I didn't expect to meet you all here."

Jing Luo came back to his senses, only to realize that the distance between himself and Song Yi was too close, he hurriedly took two steps back, supported the chair and asked, "Is it..."

"Don't be afraid," Bai Wuchang tied the rope to the male ghost. "It's not a bad ghost. Its last wish before it died was to watch this movie. It was too obsessed to die. I saw it was pitiful, so I approved it." What's the matter, did you scare me?" After finishing speaking, she greeted the ghost next to her, "Quickly, apologize to Mr. Jing."

Jing Luo hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, no, you guys, let's go."