I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before

Mother and daughter fight for a role.

This is not the first time, but presumably, the last time.

"Village chief." Afterwards, Ningning grabbed the village chief and asked, "What kind of role is the landlord?"

Mother seems to have a good idea. Bacheng knows how to act and what she does. She doesn't know, she can only ask people who know.

"Didn't I tell you before?" The village chief and Yan Yuese said, "You just need to sit and watch and don't need to do anything else."

"……I see, thank you."

This is just his own opinion. The best landlord in his mind is a motionless wooden man.

Ning Ning then asked others, everyone who might know the answer. As a result, everyone gave her a different answer. Some were stubborn, some were smiling, and others were hard to get close to.

Suddenly a familiar voice asked her, "Why not ask me?"

Ning Ning turned around and saw Pei Xuan standing behind her.

"Don't you just go back to the village?" Ning Ning smiled at him. "You are like me, you don't know anything."

"No, I know." Pei Xuan suddenly stepped forward and forced Ning Ning into the narrow alley behind him.

Ning Ning only retreated backwards. When he found himself in the alley, he was shocked immediately. He wanted to go forward. Pei Xuanren blocked himself at the door. Two steps, a voice came from behind: "... The name of this film is" Qian Nan Ghost "."

Ning Ning footsteps.

She slowly turned back and saw "Pei Xuan" suddenly gave her a relieved smile and said, "I'm smelling rain."

Half an hour later, in the fields near the village.

The rapeseed bloomed all over the mountain, and the golden color spread from the foot to the square. The wind blew and the golden wave rolled. Inside was a teenager sitting in front of him. An easel was placed in front of him.

Ningning and Pei Xuan walked by the rapeseed field.

"I came here a month ago, and it became like this when I came." Wen Yu sighed, and touched her face, looking depressed, "Can I change back?"

… Looking at his decadent look, Ning Ning estimated that Pei Xuan's original hair was not white, but he had become sad and frosty in this month.

"Of course you can." Ning Ning told him briefly about the life in the cinema and the current situation of each other, and finally concluded, "As long as this movie is over, we two can go back."

"When will the movie end?" Wen Yu looked at her with anticipation. For him, Pei Xuan was the top five victim that could be tied with the mouse and cockroach. No one would be willing to go through it.

"When the protagonist died ... no!" Ning Ning suddenly found a weird situation, and she murmured for a long time before she murmured, "My grandfather is dead now."

There was a chill on both people, and even the warm sun shined on them.

"Are you sure?" Wen Yu asked.

"... I was listening to my grandmother. She said that her grandfather died of illness very early. She was the father and the mother to pull my mother up." Ning Ning hesitated. "Is it true? Only me Grandma knows ... by the way, what are you doing here? "

"Pei Xuan is collecting news from the movie theater of life." Wen Yu's words were not surprisingly endless. "Not only he, but also a lot of people, a group of people, collected over a few years, and finally all the clues point here."

After saying that, she took out a folded piece of paper from her pocket and showed her: "Look, this is Pei Xuanding's plan. When I first wore it a month ago, he wrote exactly half of it."

Ningning opened the paper and took a look.

One: Prepare to change laundry pants, climbing equipment, money, mosquito coils, cool oil, new mosquito nets ...

Why are there so many mosquito repellent supplies, how much are you afraid of mosquitoes, Pei Xuan?

Two: Go to Lao Wang's house to get fake certificates.

Pei Xuan is cunning, but he has been prepared for a long time. Even if the village chief checks his ID card, he will probably not reveal any flaws.

3: Buy a ticket for No. 7, and arrive at the village on the 8th. Take a mask to meet the village chief, who claims to be Li Shuisheng's son, and ask to participate in the sacrifice ceremony.

four……

No more after four.

"Li Xuan! Li Xuan!" In the distance, a masked man came towards them, scolding him, "Isn't it that you should come to learn dancing with me at eight o'clock in the morning, no sincerity! No perseverance! I know pickles!" "

Wen Yu glanced at him and said to Ning Ning: "I'll go with him first. Uncle Tie is the old man in the village. I know a lot. I want to ask him something and come to you later."

"Okay." Ning Ning glanced at the phone time. "Then I'll wait for you here at six in the evening."

When someone left, she suddenly regretted it again and thought, "Why do you have to wait until six o'clock? Anyway, I have nothing to do now, but just go around blindly. I might as well go with him, or ask Uncle Tie by the way, he It's the old man in the village and he definitely knows about the landlord. "

Thinking of this, Ningning hurriedly raised his foot and walked towards the village.

Compared to usual, today's village seems lively and crowded. Ning Ning often passes by from time to time. The only way to tell if they are from the village or returning to their hometowns is to use a mask.

I don't know what order the village chief issued at the banquet after she went home drunk last night.

From this morning, the streets are full of masked people.

Representatives of various surnames wear ancient masks handed down from generation to generation, exquisite workmanship, colorful colors, or gods or ghosts or beasts. In addition, some people wear the same masks, no yin and yang masks without faces and no facial features. Left The face is black and the right face is white.

Masked person, ordinary person, masked person, ordinary person, Ning Ning stood in the middle of the road, and let them pass by themselves, and suddenly, it seemed to be back to the day when they came out of the cinema after the "Escape Ticket" was over, look out Looking down, the final boundary is lost between the cinema and the world, between masked people and ordinary people.

"Where's your mask?"

Ning Ning turned his head, and froze for a moment: "Is it you?"

It was the younger brother in the mask who showed them the way in the wilderness on the day she first came to the village.

Wearing a mask of fangs on his face, he stood at an alley and waved at her.

Ning Ning walked towards him and said to him, "Thank you last time."

He shook his head with a smile and asked, "What about your mask?"

Why is he so concerned about this? Ning Ning replied, "I can't find it."

"Can't find it?" Brother Tsing Yi smiled. "Do you want me to tell you where I lost it?"

Ning Ning raised an eyebrow: "How do you know where?"

"Because I lost it." He raised a finger and shouted at her, indescribable intimacy, "the mask was accidentally broken by me, so don't tell anyone."

... From the point of view of the village chief and the people's attention to the Ning family and the ancestor worship ceremony, if this person breaks the mask and spreads it, he is afraid to be hanged from the tree.

"Okay, I won't tell anyone." Ning Ning rolled his eyes, "but you have to tell me about the landlord."

"Why?" Brother Tsing Yi smiled again. His laughter was clear and very nice. He seemed to love to laugh naturally. It felt that if he lifted his hands and took off his mask, he would see two lovely dimples. Tell you? "

"Tell me." Ning Ning dressed as the village chief, holding his staff on his back, and old-fashioned Long Zhong. "Kee, didn't I tell you before? You just need to sit and watch, and don't need to do anything else."

Brother Tsing Yi smiled a little, and he smiled back and forth. It seemed that his smile was really low: "Yes, yes, he said that to me."

Ningning looked at him suspiciously: "Huh? Why would the village chief say this to you?"

Brother Tsing Yi blinked: "Do you know A Tie?"

"I know." Ning Ning nodded, then suddenly, "You mean ..."

"When the Li family was away, Tieyi jumped on their behalf." Tsing Yi brother said with a smile, "Ning family is the same."

Ning Ning looked up and down, "You dance for Ning's family?"

"Yeah." Brother Tsing Yi shrugged. "But I don't like to jump as the village chief said, so he hates me, and everyone else hates me. Except for the dance, I had to turn around me. Whenever I see me, I detour, even pretending not to see me. "

No wonder, when Ning Ning followed him into the village, other people turned a blind eye to him.

"Digression, digression." Brother Tsing Yi shook his head and smiled, "How can I talk about the village chief, do you want to ask me about the landlord?"

"... Oh yes." Ning Ning returned to God, "tell me about the landlord."

Brother Tsing Yi smiled, "What do you want to know?"

Ningning jumped, he knew it.

If this village is counted as a movie theater, the group of people returning to Yijin are people waiting in line to buy tickets. They only know that they are going to the next movie, but the children's movies, horror movies, or love movies will be performed. They I don't know at all.

The local people in the village are divided into two types. Those wearing yin and yang masks are people who have already taken tickets. Although the movie has not yet started, they have already sat in the audience and know the name of the movie and the starring actors.

Finally, there are representatives of various surnames. They are the people who make the movie and the supporting characters in the movie. They know the inside story, but they refuse to tell her.

But now there is someone who will tell her!

Just look at the mask on his face! Not a mask of yin and yang, but a mask like a ghost, this guy belongs to the last category-a representative of a certain surname! If not, most of them are grandchildren.

"I'm going to be the landlord soon," Ningning said to him, "but I don't know what the landlord should look like. Everyone in the village speaks differently."

"I think about it ..." Brother Tsing Yi pondered for a moment, then smiled meaningfully at her, "The premise of becoming a landlord-you must be personal first."

Ning Ning froze a bit.

"Ning's daughter!"

The village chief's voice came from behind her. She looked back for a second, but when she turned her head again, the little brother in front of Tsing Yi had disappeared.

"But I'm looking for you." The village chief came over with a cane. "Isn't your mask in your house lost? I asked a carpenter from the next village to come and make one temporarily. Don't miss the ancestor worship ceremony ... how do you Are you looking for? "

Ningning opened her mouth and was about to ask him about Tsing Yi ... wait a minute.

... he said that the people in the village turned a blind eye to him, right? Not only the people in the village said that he could not be seen, she remembered that when she asked her grandmother, she also said that he could not be seen.

"... Nothing." Ning Ning finally looked at the direction where Brother Tsing Yi disappeared, swallowed the words, and said to the village chief, "Let's go."

Back at home, the master carpenter who made the mask waited for a long time. When he saw the village chief coming in, he smiled and greeted him, holding a wooden box with both hands: "Village chief, you are ready, how do you look?"

Ning Ning looked down at the mask in his box.

Fangs on all sides, terrifying.

— Isn't this the mask on Tsing Yi's face?

Afternoon Tea Time

A: The theme of today's tea party is to use this-how to let the little angel fall in love, instead of continuing to look at the Buddha's eyes and become a monk. . .

Brother Stone: Brother's woman. .

Stone fans: brother's woman. . .

Axia: Don't change my theme casually! !! Don't crook the floor, come back to me, give me some ideas, orz, everyone think of a way, pure love, you can't die ORZ. . .