I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before

Wen Yu couldn't see him.

Shi Zhongtang almost smashed his face in front of him. The speed is fast and the force is strong. Individuals will give a reaction, but Wen Yu neither blinked nor was frightened. He stood as usual and laughed. He said to Ning Ning: "It made you laugh, I didn't expect that there are such old movie theaters now."

Ningning looked at him for a long while and laughed, "What about the people here? What do you think?"

"People?" Wen Yu stunned for a moment, and looked around, "... where?"

People have always been around him.

In addition to Shi Zhongtang, there are other mask people, although there are many fewer than usual, but when they came in, they scattered from all directions, smiling strangely, and said to them one after another: "Welcome back . "" Welcome back. "" Hee hee, welcome back. "

Who are you welcoming?

Shi Zhongtang, or Wen Yu who was once a mask person? Or ... is she a regular customer?

"There." Ning Ning pointed to a masked man. "Not only are the movie theaters old, but the staff here are also very old. What do you think?"

Wen Yu looked down her fingers and said with a smile, "People are old and old, and some old people can't rest, forcing them to retire at home. Instead, they will get worse and worse, and have a relatively relaxed hand. Work can keep your body and mind healthy ... "

Ning Ning was pointing at a young mask man, about seven or eight years old. He was said to be old because he wore a loop around his neck, a large red arrow sleeve on his body, and his feet. A pair of buckskin boots, like the master of wealth and wealth in the novels of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, said that he was old, but only that he had a senior qualification as a mask man.

"Okay." Ning Ning interrupted him. "You can't see anything, right?"

Wen Yu shut up and looked at her quietly.

"No wonder you just hesitated for so long when I asked you that the portrait on the poster was not like me." Ning Ning laughed and shook her head. "You're afraid you can't even see the poster."

Wen Yu did not refute her. At this time, silence was the default.

"What other lady is preferred." Ning Ning stared at him. "You just heard about Life Cinema from others' mouths, but you can't see it at all, so you need someone to bring you in, right?"

Wen Yu was stared at her for a long time and sighed: "Yes."

"I'll say it." Shi Zhongtang walked around him a few times and laughed with a negative hand. "He doesn't meet the standards given by the cinema at all. No, he's contrary to those standards. He is full of hope. Tolerance is more about changing the future than changing the past ... even if all people on the planet come in, he shouldn't.

Wen Yu didn't seem to want to continue entanglement on this issue. He casually found a chair and sat down. A group of masked men immediately surrounded him. One of them bent down, narrowed his eyes and looked at the ticket in his hand, then looked up. : "Guest, you have a normal ticket. You cannot sit in the designated ticket position."

Ning Ning was busy and pulled him up and walked towards the ordinary seat.

"What's wrong?" Wen Yu asked.

"It was a special seat just now," said Ningning. "You have ordinary tickets in your hand and you can't sit in that position."

Wen Yu looked at the ticket in her hand, and thoughtfully, "Why are there many tickets?"

Ning Ning closed his mouth and refused to answer his questions, lest he be dug up more information.

The two sat down on the ordinary table. After sitting, Wen Yu looked at the movie screen in front of them, and said lightly, "Ms. Qin is not the first."

Ning Ning turned to look at him.

"From two months ago, more and more people came to the clinic for consultation." Wen Yu said, "One or two are fine, but a few hundred or so are not normal, and they are not infectious diseases. Why everyone? The symptoms are the same ... Everyone says they have an invisible person beside them. "

Ningning was silent this time.

"I have to know what happened to help them." Wen Yu clenched the handrails around him, and a white light fell in his eyes, the screen on the opposite side ... Tonight's movie began. He paused, and added the sentence, "And my brother, Yu Ling, and your mother have gone from premise to life movie tickets. I want to know ..."

what do you know?

Before Ning Ning heard what he was saying, the theme song had already been sung.

The voice of a sick man, accompanied by the sound of Yuanyuan drums, crunchy flutes, sings a weird tune: "Face wearing a mask, wearing colorful clothes, dancing on tap, exorcising evil ... haha, Who is evil and who is epidemic? For whom the dance is performed, it is like a drama but a drama. "

A feeling of weightlessness struck, Ning Ning slowly closed his eyes.

In 2012, a narrow path to the countryside.

"Ningning ..."

"Ningning."

"Ningning!"

Ning Ning sat up abruptly, but collided with the person who called her, and both wailed at the same time.

"You stinky girl, what a frizz, oh." Cui Hongmei rubbed her forehead, "It hurts me!"

Ning Ning rubbed his forehead and looked around, and found that he was sitting in a car. It was drizzling outside. Ning Yuren got out of the car and shook his head. "No, the tire is trapped."

The ground in the mountains is not good, not to mention the rain just now, the yellow mud is like the hand of a grieving woman, holding the tire tightly and not letting it go. It's going to be dark. Could it be that we are spending the night in the car tonight? "

"I said long ago that I would come by train. You don't want to listen to it, and asked me to drive over and spread it." Ning Yuren said coldly.

"It's hard to get rich, so why not use it for display?" Cui Hongmei countered.

The two quarreled for a while, until a strange voice sounded from the side: "The village is not far away, just walk or not, let the villagers come over to help the stroller."

That makes sense!

Ning Ning looked at the other person's back. He was wearing an old Zhongshan suit and a pair of shoes on his feet. Even in the mountains and grass, he was still walking fast. At first glance, he was used to this road.

Ning Ning hurried after him.

"Ningning, don't run away!" Ning Yuren's voice came from behind her.

"Mom, the village is just opposite." Ning Ning shouted back to her, "while it's not dark, let's hurry over and then find someone to help."

The three women had a deep foot, a shallow foot, and trekking into the mud. After all, they hurried to the village mouth before dark, and Cui Hongmei wiped the sweat from her forehead: "Thank goodness."

"Thank you for this little brother." Ning Ning turned to look at the strange young man not far away.

"What are you talking about?" Cui Hongmei looked down her eyes and asked in confusion, "Who is anyone?"

Ning Ning was taken aback. At this time, the little brother who showed them the way turned back, and his face was covered with a mask of fangs.

... mask man?

"Well, are you?" A villager, Chao Ningning, came over, and passed the mask man halfway, but turned a blind eye to him, as if he could not see the person at all.

"Who would travel to this broken place." Cui Hongmei fanned her face with her hands. "Locals, I am Cui Hongmei."

The villager raised her finger to her face and couldn't speak for a long time in excitement. After a long while, she turned her head and shouted, "Ning family is back, Ning Qing's wife and children are back!"

"Ning's family is back?"

"Oh, great."

"Where is it?"

A group of people came over the village all at once. Ning Ning originally thought that they came for the mother who was a star, but instead came for herself.

"Are you Ning Qing's granddaughter?"

"What is your name?"

"It's a shame if you were a man ..."

"It's okay, so are the girls. Anyway, their surnames are Ning."

How do these people ... feel a little strange.

Ning Ning looked at the enthusiastic villagers in front of her. In the same situation, she had experienced it in her teenage years, but at that time she was not deeply involved. For the villagers' enthusiasm, she attributed it to her superstar mother ... There is no such thing Did you say that? The fastest and best way to please a mother is to praise her child.

As long as she is near Ning Yuren, she will be in the limelight and will always be praised. Ning Ning has long been used to it. Now when I look back, she finds that it is not right. Although the villagers are interested in her mother, they are more interested in her, and the reason for their interest ...

Seems just because of the surname Ning?

"Well, don't surround yourself here." A little old man who looked like a village chief appeared with a cane, and smiled at Ning Ning and others and Yan Yuese. "Walk around, the banquet is about to begin. Let's go to the table first. Eating something and talking. "

When he got to the table, Ningning was shocked again.

"Come on." The village chief opened a chair. "You sit here."

Ningning looked at him, and then looked at Ning Yuren. She didn't dare to sit, and smiled, "I'm a junior, how can I sit up?"

It is said that the people in the city are good-faced. In fact, the rural people are better-faced and have more rules. Especially in some villages that are closed to the outside world all year round, the rules can even be closer to the ancient feudal period, sunrise and sunset, women do not go to the table, burial after death, and even the ancient voice.

It really offends this group of ancient people in a certain sense, and sometimes you ca n’t eat it.

"It's okay." The old village chief is still with Yan Yueshen, and even actively reaches out and presses Ning Ning on the chair. "This time is a special situation. Your last name is Ning, you should sit here."

Ning Ning slid down from the bottom of his hand like a loach, slid to the side of Ning Yuren, holding his mother's arm, and said to him in shock: "No, no, I'll just sit here."

"Let her sit here." Ning Yuren hugged Ning Ning backhand and smiled at the old village chief. "Her surname Ning, in this village, she can do whatever she wants, doesn't she?"

The old village chief looked at her strangely, and Ning Ning noticed that there was no sound in the noisy guesthouse just now. Everyone stopped the chopsticks, held wine, and looked at them from all sides.

In the suffocating silence, the old village chief smiled suddenly: "Of course ... come on! Drink and drink!"

Like the banquet where the static button was pressed again, a group of people laugh or make fun, or eat or drink, and from time to time, someone comes to toast Ningning and others.

"She is too young to drink, let her have a drink." Ning Yuren poured the juice into Ningning's glass.

Ningning thought about it and said to Ning Yuren, "Mom, I'm a junior. You can't let your uncles come over to respect me. I used to respect them."

"Okay." Ning Yuren laughed. "You go ... remember not to drink."

"Yes, yes!" Ning Ning jumped out of the chair and held the juice in his hand to admire him one by one. Taking advantage of the opportunity to toast, by the way, he asked the other person's name and seniority.

She found something very strange.

Generally speaking, a village has a surname, such as Zhangjiacun, most of whom are surnamed Zhang, and Niujiacun, who is mostly surnamed cattle. Even if not everyone has a surname, at least half of them will be the same surname. This surname is this. The big last name of the village.

But in this Ningjia village, there is only one surname Ning-the public family of Ningning.

As for the others, Zhao Qiansun Li, Zhou Wu Zheng Wang ... There are not many people with the same surname in the whole village.

This is a village with a different surname.

"If it's not the bloodline and the last name that maintain a village," Ningning couldn't help thinking, "what would it be?"