I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before

The mosquito in the countryside was too poisonous. When he bite a big bag, Ning Ning was awakened by the mosquito in the middle of the night. He could no longer sleep in Cui Hongmei's loud snoring, and opened his eyes until dawn.

Quietly out of bed, she pushed the door lightly and looked at Ningjia Village outside the door.

At first glance, it is a small and exquisite ancient town.

The black tile and white wall of the Hui School buildings are closely connected with each other. Every family has angled hook eaves. Although small, all sparrows are all walked along a narrow and slender road, all the way through a Jinshi archway, two At the chaste archway, finally arrived at a shrine.

Both the Jinshi archway and the chastity archway have been eroded by the wind and rain. Only the ancestral hall in front of them is full of lights. It is in full swing. A group of people are busy in front of the door at dawn. A wooden stage rises flat in their hands. Directing them, suddenly someone pointed in the direction of Ning Ning, he turned back and smiled, "Oh, Ning's daughter, why are you here?"

"... I came out to buy breakfast." Ning Ning made up an excuse, then looked at the stage in front of him and said, "What are you doing?"

"Get on stage and sing." The old village chief said with a smile, and the smile made Ning Ning a little uncomfortable.

"When will the stage be set up?" Ning Ning pretended to be very interested. "Who invited someone to sing?"

"How can an outsider sing for a show for the ancestors?" The old village chief shook his head. "Luo dance show, let's sing for ourselves."

Suddenly he looked up at Ningning again, with a strange smile: "You are also your own, you have to act."

Ning Ning froze.

"... Ningning!" Ning Yuren's voice suddenly sounded behind her. She turned her head and saw her mother walking towards her with a slight sweat on her forehead, as if running all the way.

Holding Ning Ning behind him, Ning Yuren, like the hen who protected the calves, said to the old village chief vigilantly and cautiously, "I also surname Ning, and I will play this show."

The old village chief shook his head: "Married daughter, spilled water ..."

"I just gave birth to a daughter and didn't marry." Ning Yuren interrupted his words with a tough attitude.

Ningning looked at the old village chief and mother.

She had never met this scene before.

Although she followed her to the countryside last time, she still maintained the bad habit developed in the city. She was still getting up at eight or nine in the morning. After getting up, her mother was ready for breakfast. When she ate, her mother seemed casual. Said: "I'm going to dance the ancestors at the ancestor worship ceremony one month later."

Ning Ning would have stayed together for a month, but she was spoiled and could not stand the poisonous mosquitoes in the countryside or the dull life in the small village. So she had to go back because Ning Yuren didn't seem to want her to stay here. Stay, and soon someone came to drive and picked up Ningning.

What happened after that, Ningning didn't know.

By the way, the person who came to pick her up was ...

"What do you say?" The old village chief interrupted Ning Ning's thoughts. He stared at Ning Ning's eyes and asked, "Do you want your mother to replace you?"

Ningning moved.

Instead of this word, subtle makes people feel uneasy.

Ning Yuren ripped her clothes on the back, but Ning Ning pretended not to feel, and said innocently to the old village chief, "But I have never skipped the dance, it's only been a month ... Can you do it?"

"No one else, you can!" Seeing her loose tone, the old village chief was overjoyed, "Who keeps your Ning family's role in the dance has always been ..."

"Don't say anything." Ning Yuren suddenly screamed, seeing that everyone had put down the work at hand and looked at her. She looked ugly and smiled, grabbed Ning Ning's arm and said, "Let's discuss it with both of us. Here is a prospective letter. "

Having said that, she pulled Ningning back in a hurry, and the villagers she met along the way greeted her warmly.

"Oh, girl Ning, came out so early, did you eat?"

"Daughter of Ning family, didn't eat it in my house, just made the crock pot soup."

"Let's come to my house to eat, my daughter Ning, I will give you the following strips, buried eggs in my face, and I want to eat a few."

Ning family girl, Ning family girl, mother is Ning family girl, she is also Ning family girl, so who are they calling?

Because she has been living under the aura of her mother, Ning Ning once thought that the villagers' enthusiasm was directed at Ning Yu people.

Nowadays, only to find that their eyes have passed Ning Yuren and stayed on themselves.

"boom!"

The wooden door closed tightly, shutting out the sight of the villagers.

The pale mosquito net shuddered, and Cui Hongmei on the bed rolled over and continued to make a snoring noise.

"... Mom." Ning Ning gasped and asked, "what exactly does Ning Ning do?"

"Don't ask more." Ning Yuren said stiffly.

"You don't say, I'll ask others when I look back." Ningning said, "For example, the village chief, he would definitely tell me."

"... You better listen less to his words." Ning Yuren frowned, seeing Ning Ning look at her stubbornly, sighed helplessly, pulled Ning Ning to sit next to the table, the fat teapot fell two With a bowl of tea, she took a sip of the bowl, and then said lightly, "Yan Wu, taking off a mask is a human, wearing a mask is a god. It is a sacrificial dance handed down from ancient times. Different places have different styles. This one in the village It's been a long time, probably dating back to Song Ming ... "

She took another bowl and took a sip, and then said, "The position of the Ning family in this dance is God."

"What god, obviously a ghost."

Ning Ning and Ning Yuren looked at each other by sound. Seeing that the grandmother on the bed did not know when she was awake, she was lying sideways in her account, yawning and saying to both of them: "Yes, can you speak out? Said, it made me sleepless. "

Ning Yuren looked at Ning Ning and asked her, "Mom, how do you say a ghost?"

"I didn't say it, it was your dad." Cui Hongmei continued to yawn. "He always said that this dance can no longer dance. The people who dance are ghosts, and the people who watch are ghosts. Really, in the red age, Can such words be spoken in random? Thanks to the village, thanks to his surname Ning ... "

Cui Hongmei loves orchestrating others when it's all right, especially her loved ones, but she was born in this village after all, grew up in this village, took off the complaints in her words, and gradually returned to the village. The truth about dance ...

Once upon a time, everyone in Ningjiacun would dance to dance.

And according to different surnames, each person's role is different. Since the village was founded, the Ning family has only jumped to one role, God.

However, after the founding of the People ’s Republic of China for a while, people from other villages reported that the people of Ningjia Village collectively danced to the great gods. For self-protection, the village stopped the ancestral rituals of ancestral dances every year and stopped dancing on the bright side. I still think of the dance as a heirloom technique, passed down from generation to generation.

It was not until the reform and opening up later, and the success of the application of Nuo Wu's legacy, the village resumed its past tradition, and the Nuo Dance Ancestor Ceremony was held every few years.

"But the tradition that has been lost is a bit difficult to pick up again." Cui Hongmei said, "especially in recent years, there have been too many people working in cities, and many young people are reluctant to learn dance with their elders at home. "

Having said that, she squinted at Ningyuren.

Ning Ning blinked: "Grandma, you must dance well."

"Of course!" Cui Hongmei moved her eyes and looked guilty, "... I jumped well when I was young, otherwise your grandfather wouldn't look after me, and now I'm old and can't jump."

"Mom too?" Ning Ning turned to look at Ning Yuren again.

Ning Yuren hesitated: "A little, your grandfather taught me, but before he finished, he died of illness."

"I don't know anything at all." Ningning looked at them. "Why is the village chief insisting that I go?"

Ning Yuren and Cui Hongmei looked at each other, and they were puzzled. After all, Ning Ning's grandfather died too early, and there were many important things that didn't have time to explain clearly.

Cui Hongmei's eyeballs flickered and she suddenly smiled, "I know why?"

"You have all your children, even if you aren't married, you will spill half of the water." She said to Ning Yuren, and then she turned her eyes to Ning Ning. "You are different. No one is married, I guess those who are immortal want to introduce you to their grandson and nephew. "

Ning Ning twitched: "Isn't that bloody?"

"You are still young, and you are not native to this village, you do n’t understand." Cui Hongmei said more and more spirited, simply sat up and danced. "In your eyes, nothing is fart, in the eyes of those old guys, with the emperor There is no difference in the throne. You wait and see, I know them too well, and they will definitely introduce you to the object. If it is, then the mask of the Ning family will naturally be their thing. "

"Mask?" Ning Ning froze a bit. She didn't know how this matter had anything to do with the mask again.

"What do you think? The dances are performed in masks. The masks are different for everyone in the village." At this point, Cui Hongmei looked around. "Speaking of us, what about our masks?"

Three people started to turn over the boxes. The first floor was not found, thinking about going up to the second floor. The house made of wood has been hit by wind and rain for hundreds of years. They are just like people, and they are getting old and decaying. A group of mud that would sink into the sink, Ning Ning went up and down twice, and really did not have the courage to walk up such stairs.

Alas, after a few knocks.

After opening the door, the head of the old village stood outside with a cane and gave them a glance up and down and said with a smile: "Are you cleaning the room?"

The three were in unison, at this time there were some mothers and daughters.

After chatting with them casually, the old village chief returned to the topic and said to them, "Come to my house for dinner together at night, and a dinner party has been set up in my house."

"How do you feel sorry?" Ning Yuren politely declined. "I ate a banquet at your house only yesterday. I really don't need to be so polite."

"I'm not polite to you," said the old village chief with a smile. "Yesterday's performance was for you to pick up the wind and wash the dust. Today's banquet ..."

He slowly turned his head and stared at Ning Ning: "It was specially prepared for you."

After he left, the three looked at each other, and Cui Hongmei raised her lips and smiled proudly, "Because I said it, the old guy is going to introduce you."

Ning Ning didn't take her words seriously, but on the way to the village chief's house at night, he began to doubt the believer.

There are no street lights in the village, and there is only one headlight that illuminates the road to the village's home all the way.

"... why so many cars?" Ningning murmured.

The road in the village is very narrow. There is no way for two cars to run side by side, so a long convoy, like a snake that cannot see the end, spreads from her side to the end.

Doors kept opening, and one or two, or two or three strange faces came down from the inside, all well-dressed, looking like successful people or descendants of successful people.

"Well, there's nothing to be fussed about." Cui Hongmei flattened his mouth. "It's not my business to return the clothes to the hometown, everyone is here."

Ning Ning originally thought that "everyone is so" in her mouth was an exaggeration, but after entering the village chief's house, she was surprised to find out that this was a big truth ...

There are too many people gathered in the village chief's house, some can enter the house, some can only sit in the yard, and there are long tassel lanterns hanging on the treetops, and the lanterns are dangling gently with the tassel in the night wind. The light shines on the large round table in the yard, the big fish and meat on the table, and the faces next to the table.

In that face, Ning Ning actually saw many big names with big names.

Or a financial rookie, or a literary leader, the worst is also the highest prize winner in the history of big lotto. They usually only appear in newspapers, and they do n’t see any connection with them. Why did they come together today?

Is it really like Cui Hongmei said ... They are all people returning to their hometowns?

"Ah, here you are." The village chief's son greeted him from the inside. "Dad and your uncles and uncles have been waiting for you for a long time. Come in quickly."

At that moment, Ningning felt that everyone's eyes were on her.

Whispers whispered in my ear.

"Who is she?"

"It's the Ning family."

"Why do we sit outside but let her sit inside?"

"Shh, what can you say, junior? People ..."

There are more and more people talking, but the voice is getting lower and lower, buzzing like a bee in a beehive.

Ning Ning didn't want to be talked about by them, and didn't want to go in to celebrate with the uncles and uncles, and sing a chorus, but she couldn't refuse. At this time, Ning Yuren shot on her back and said with a smile: Uncles and uncles toast toast and come out after the toast. "

This gave Ning Ning a step, she breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "OK."

She walked towards the main house alone, and the village chief's son only took her for a while, then stopped one meter away from the door, respectful and respectful, as if he could not go the next way, only Ningning Can walk with some people.

Ningning glanced at him, then walked over by himself, slowly opening the carved wooden door in front of him.

The light leaked out of it and ran down her face.

Opposite is a long table, and the main seat is the old village chief.

As the light flowing on Ning Ning's face became thicker and thicker, as the lintel opened wider on both sides, she saw a dozen people sitting on each side of the long table.

When the door was fully open, the group turned their faces and looked at her.

Everyone wears a mask on his face.

The candlelight swayed, cast on the mask, or a person or a ghost, or a monster or a monster, all smiled at her in the shaking candle shadow, doing all wonders.

After a long while, he laughed softly. The old village chief lifted the mask on his face and laughed at Ning Ning: "Why, hasn't your adult told you the rules of the village? This kind of banquet is attended by representatives of all surnames. Came with a mask. "

Ningning honestly said: "My mask at home has not been found."

There was a tumult immediately on the long table. The old village chief put his cane on the ground and gave the crowd a quiet gesture, and then said to Ning Ning carefully: "When you look back, come quickly and find me. I let People in the village will help you find it together ... Okay, you sit down first. "

Ning Ning obediently sat down on his left hand. As soon as the buttocks got on the stool, he began to think about what excuse to go out. Here, the village chief pestered the cane stick again, attracting everyone's attention to himself, and then looked around at the people on the table, sighing, "It's just one person left."

His words caused a sigh.

"Yes, even the Ning family is back."

"It's rare to get together."

"I'm afraid there won't be such an opportunity in the future."

"Unfortunately, it's a pity, that's one such thing, otherwise we can play a complete play."

Ning Ning was really curious, so she whispered to the people around her, "Who are you talking about?"

It was a man wearing an antlers mask. It looked like a beast from a distance, but it did n’t look like a human. He took a deep look at Ning Ning and explained his voice with a low voice: "In our village, a surname plays a role God, people, and ghosts are all here, but the last one—the ghost killer! "

As soon as the voice fell, the door suddenly creaked open.

"Who?" The village chief was about to get angry. "Who let you break in ..."

After a while, he stared at the other person's face with wide eyes like everyone else.

"Sorry." The tall man stood at the door, his back pulled very long behind him, and he slowly raised his hand to take off the white mask on his face, his voice was low and hoarse, "I'm late."

Familiar voice ...

Ning Ningchi looked at the dusty servant's face under his mask.

... how could it be him?