soul collector

Tang Xiu was stunned for a moment, "Is it the same day as the launch promotion? Do you know the exact time?"

"Zhang Zhongzhong said it was night, and the president of the support club suddenly announced the news."

"In the evening..." Tang Xiu looked at Jiang Qiao, "Our propaganda was announced in the morning."

"That's right. There wasn't any rumors before this. I've kept a low-key casting and investment discussion this time, just to seize the opportunity of you winning the championship and create a wave of surprises." Jiang Qiao sighed, "Although there is a possibility of thinking too much, But I will check in the next two days when Han Yang joined "The King of the Dancer."

Tang Xiu asked in a low voice: "You also suspect that he is coming after me?"

"It's a kind of intuition." A certain director scratched his hair in annoyance, "Since I met you, strange things have happened one after another. As a director, I am almost an expert in behavior analysis."

Tang Xiu laughed, bowed his head with a hum, and spooned the white porridge brought back by Jiang Qiao into his mouth.

Jiang Qiao sighed, sat beside Tang Xiu and put his arms around Tang Xiu's shoulders naturally, "Baby, what should I do? It wasn't long before you caught a cold last time, why did you catch a cold again?"

Tang Xiu looked at the porridge calmly and said, "The last time I caught a cold was several months ago, and I've said it many times, don't call me baby again."

"Is it because the earth environment of human beings is so bad that your immunity has become lower?"

Hearing this, Tang Xiu looked up at Jiang Qiao with confusion in his eyes. After a while, he said, "Have you always misunderstood the identity of a soul collector?"

"What misunderstanding?"

Tang Xiu paused, "We are also human beings. You always seem to think that I am not a human being. I remember when you were filming the Fox Killing Stage, you still pointed at the lunch table and asked if there were any of my kind on the table?"

"..." Jiang Qiao blushed, eager to survive, and immediately said with an awkward smile, "I did it on purpose, to make a good impression on you by being humorous."

"That's it." The old ancestor gave him a meaningful look, lowered his eyes and smiled, "Then you may have backfired."

Jiang Qiao sighed softly, "Oh."

Early the next morning, the crew fired a cannon, which indicated that the start of the film would be auspicious.Jiang Qiao's positioning of "Deep Jungle" is a TV series with an open ending of about [-] episodes.This kind of thinking is relatively rare in the mainland, and the all-newcomer cast also shows that its market type tends to be delicate and light.

The scene of Tang Xiu going to Jiangqiao was stress-free both in public and in private, but the ancestor thought that he would see a certain director slapping the other actors again, but he didn't expect that Jiang Qiao's temper would be different when it was filmed on the first morning. It's almost unnaturally good.

Wu Zimo doesn't know how to find a camera, so he taught patiently.

Zhang Zhongzhong recited his lines incorrectly and taught him patiently.

Chris's facial expressions have not been in place, so he taught him patiently.

Tang Xiu drank mineral water and watched someone standing among the three actors with a script, repeating the same words over and over again. Not only did he not curse, but he also racked his brains to make the words more understandable. He thought it was very fantasy .

Li Ziping happened to deliver fruit, Tang Xiu grabbed him and asked in a low voice, "Do you think Jiang Qiao is weird today?"

"What's wrong?"

The old ancestor hesitated to speak, Li Ziping glanced at the crowd, suddenly realized, pulled the old ancestor's sleeve and whispered in a low voice: "Do you think Director Jiang is suddenly so gentle?"

"almost."

Li Ziping said mysteriously: "Look at Weibo, I told you to read more Weibo and keep in touch with the world."

Tang Xiu glanced at Li Ziping suspiciously, seeing that there was no one around, he took out his phone and took a look.

Nothing major happened on Weibo today, and the most popular searches were all advertisements.Tang Xiu clicked into his homepage again, and the fans checked in every morning and night, and they were happy and peaceful.

Swiping down quickly, one of the hot comments suddenly came into view.

"Let me guess whether my ancestors like cold ones or cute ones."

The following comments are all-"I should like cute ones, my ancestor's aura is already bursting." "+1"

"What is this?" Tang Xiu frowned and asked.

"Yesterday, the support club posted an airport meal photo. Chi Long is on fire."

Only then did the ancestor belatedly remember that Jiang Qiao was also watching related discussions yesterday.

"Hasn't this matter been brushed off yet?"

"Swipe it down, the little stutter is indeed a bit cute, but there are so many sweet and salty stalks on Weibo every day, who can remember." Li Ziping glanced at Jiang Qiao as he spoke, and whispered sneakily: "But I heard Many people left messages on Director Jiang's Weibo, saying that they seriously doubt that you will like a soft, cute and gentle boy like Chi Long. He is already an old bone and has no advantages. If he still wants to chase you, he must make himself look good a little."

"..."

The old ancestor calmly took a sip of water.

Li Ziping looked at Jiang Qiao, who was trying hard to be approachable not far away, and clicked twice, "But Director Jiang is indeed much older than you, an old man who is almost thirty, don't you mind?"

"I don't mind." Tang Xiu paused and drank water, "If possible, it would be nice to be older."

"Still old? How old is old?"

"Ten thousand years?"

Li Ziping laughed loudly and slapped Tang Xiu, "Director Jiang will turn green with anger if he hears you mocking him like that."

Tang Xiu smiled and didn't speak again.

If Mr. Manager knows that the artist he is carrying is actually a living fossil of ten thousand years, he doesn't know what color his face will be.

The three actors are all newcomers and lack experience, but their performances are considered spiritual.Especially that Zhang Zhongzhong, Tang Xiu was impressed after a scene with him, this kid is very natural in front of the camera, there is no restraint.Looking at his character, Tang Xiu originally thought he was more suitable for playing a more out-of-the-ordinary role, but he didn't expect to be able to play the role of agent very vividly, nagging and beating his chest, the ancestor squinted and thought he saw the plastic surgery version of Li Ziping.

When the filming stopped in the afternoon to rest, Tang Xiuxiu sat next to Jiang Qiao with half his head empty half his head and listened to Jiang Qiao's lecture, when he saw Chi Long and Pan Jie walking over with big bags.

To be precise, it was Chi Long who carried all the things by himself, and only had a plastic bag in his mouth, while Pan Jie walked leisurely beside him.

"What is this?" Zhang Zhongzhong asked.

"Eat, and some letters and presents."

Pan Jie pouted, "Prolonged pronunciation and stuttering are both diseases, and neither sounds better. I told you, it's better to get up every morning and read more texts."

"Oh."

Zhang Zhongzhong jumped up, "Are these all sent by fans?"

"Yeah, isn't our ancestor filming here? Fans have been squatting outside for a whole day." Pan Jie turned around and opened a few bags that Chi Long was carrying, and asked Tang Xiu, "I have everything. Dessert, do you want it now?"

Tang Xiu shook his head, "Put it up first."

"it is good."

"Wait a minute." Tang Xiu suddenly stopped them again, "Did you make the dessert yourself again? Did you make a lot of it?"

"There are quite a lot." Pan Jie flipped through the pages, "One huge and one mini, if you don't eat it now, at least one will go bad."

Tang Xiu sighed, "Then give me the small one first."

Zhang Zhongzhong looked at it in a daze, "Will you eat whatever the fans give you?"

Tang Xiu hummed, "I will eat anything I make myself. The ones I buy have a long shelf life, and I will keep them at home if I can't finish them."

Zhang Zhongzhong was dumbfounded, and after a long time, he stuck out his thumb stupidly, "You are really amazing, you are a low-key fan, do you know that you are such a fan?"

Tang Xiu was also taken aback by the question, "Don't they know?"

Li Ziping sighed at the side, "Actually, not every artist does this, especially the popular ones. Fans give food, and few people would expect to be eaten."

Zhang Zhongzhong wailed, "My idol is super cold, my God, if only my idol was like you."

Jiang Qiao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly coughed.Tang Xiu glanced at him, then at Zhang Zhongzhong, and asked with a smile, "Who is your idol?"

"Han Yang. The senior must have a good relationship with Han Yang! He is the mentor of "The Unknown King of Dance". I saw that he was interviewed after the game and spoke highly of you."

The ancestor couldn't help but smile when he heard the words, "Han Yang is indeed a person with strong artistic skills."

"Hey, he just... doesn't like fans too much." Zhang Zhongzhong suddenly sighed, "He is the kind who will say nasty things to fans, give fans benefits, and frequently post selfies on Weibo, but in fact... You could feel he didn't care much about the fans."

No one talked around, Zhang Zhongzhong was frustrated, "Even this kind of meeting, he opened it as soon as he said it, and canceled it as soon as he said it, really. But he couldn't get rid of his fandom even after being abused. It's true that he likes this kind of artist. It’s a very sad thing.”

Tang Xiu patted him, and he suddenly shook his head and smiled innocently, "I just said it casually, senior just listened casually, don't take it to heart."

Tang Xiu smiled, "Don't worry, I don't know Han Yang well."

"Oh, that's good."

In the dead of night, the crew turned off the lights.A certain director sneaked into the actor's room furtively.

Tang Xiuxiu was sitting on the sofa and meditating. Seeing Jiang Qiao come in, he asked naturally, "Do you think Han Yang is a bit strange?"

The director, who had imagined a lot of warm and loving scenes in his mind, was taken aback when asked, and suddenly his face fell down, "No way, it's the middle of the night, are you still thinking about Han Yang?"

Tang Xiu glanced at Jiang Qiao, "I feel really strange about this person. I didn't think so at first, but the more I got in touch with him, the more weird I felt."

Jiang Qiao sighed, he was very resistant to discussing others with Tang Xiu at night.His eyes touched the fan gifts piled up in the corner of the room, and he walked over and said, "Let me see what those little girls have given to the ancestors."

There are various gifts for fans, including snacks and skin care products, clothes and pants, and some gadgets.Jiang Qiao found a girly pink bear and a keychain made from stills of "The Fox Killer".

A certain director couldn't help laughing, "Who would be so narcissistic and hang his own photo on the key chain."

The old ancestor looked at him with a calm smile, "Maybe it was given to you."

"..."

A certain director silently put the keychain into his trouser pocket, and continued to rummage through the contents of the bag with an old blushing face, "Hey, there's a box here, which looks quite high-end."

Jiang Qiao opened the cover of the red velvet while talking, but the next second he frowned and threw it aside in disgust, "What the hell is this?"

An indescribable smell gradually permeated the air in the room.It wasn't stinky, but it smelled rotten.

Tang Xiu frowned slightly, feeling that this smell was somewhat familiar.

He thought about it for a while, and suddenly his heart moved. He stood up and walked over to pick up the box to look at it.

Inside the red velvet box was a handful of dusty, non-gray, soil-like, half-sandy, half-muddy things.Jiang Qiao hated it so much, but Tang Xiu held it in front of his eyes and stared at it for a long time, then gently picked up some of it with his fingers, and the dust immediately collapsed under the force, turning into a cloud of dust in the air.

"What is this?" Jiang Qiao felt a little queasy.

Hearing this, Tang Xiu turned his head and looked at him calmly, and said in a low voice, "This is dirt, dirt that has decayed for more than a thousand years."

"More than a thousand years?"

Tang Xiu nodded, looked at the things in the box and said softly, "I think someone is greeting me."