Fame From Part Time Efforts Chapter 3

Navy blue and white impermanence? Do you understand the theory of yin and yang?

Old Bai pulled a long face and said, "Stop talking nonsense!"

He waved the fan in his hand, seemingly gently, but it stirred up a gust of cold wind, which made Owen Cheng's soul float away from his body and drift towards the direction where his body was. This was his return to the soul.

Lan He looked at Song Qinmin, who was hiding inside the door with only half of his body exposed. It was his turn.

After death, people should first report to the City God. Song Qinmin stayed in the world of the living, which attracted Lao Bai to collect his soul. As for why he was able to stay...

Old White said with a straight face, "This house is very well built, with many talismans. Ghosts and evil spirits from the netherworld will easily get lost if they enter. It also follows the rules of destiny, so it won't affect the owner of the house. He is hiding here, but you are a living soul, so you won't be affected, and you can catch him out."

Lao Bai said this not only to explain to Lan He, but also to scare Song Qinmin.

Sure enough, Song Qinmin panicked when he heard this. He thought that these two people were just like the previous evil spirits and couldn't do anything to him, so he immediately ran into the house.

Lan He suddenly remembered that the village cadre had been talking about the Feng Shui design of the Yantang residences for a long time that day. It seems that although it is not known whether the Feng Shui master from a hundred years ago was the descendant of Guiguzi, he was indeed a master!

Although he was in spirit form, he was not a real ghost, and he immediately entered the house, indeed without any discomfort, and threw away the chains.

Lan He just threw it casually, and there were still a few meters between him and Song Qinmin, but the soul-catching rope had already been accurately put on Song Qinmin. Song Qinmin was not a fierce ghost, but he was obsessed with it and relied on the power of the ancestral house to stay in the world.

After being tied up with the soul-catching rope, the old man froze and couldn't move.

Lan He pulled the chain back, and Song Qinmin floated over. He had almost no weight, and was led out by Lan He.

"Master, Master, please let me go. I don't want to leave." Song Qinmin begged.

"Grandpa, grandpa, don't call me that." Lan He said, "I said you should cooperate with us in our work."

Song Qinmin: "......"

He didn't quite understand why the ghost called him "grandfather". Legend has it that Wuchang should have lived for thousands of years, and he always felt that the tone was strangely familiar...

Song Qinmin thought about it carefully and felt that it was a bit like the tone used by the young village cadres when they came to his home to do work.

"Why are you hiding? You're staying in the human world as a wandering ghost. After a few years, you have no sacrifices or food to enjoy. You can only starve and eat one meal a year. It's not a good life!" Lao Bai said sarcastically, "Look at how many wandering ghosts in the world are crying and wanting to go to the underworld."

Song Qinmin had just died, so how could he know so much? He said stubbornly: "It's not that I don't cooperate with the government (Lan He:??). You see, the village encourages tea planting, so I take the lead in planting tea. I also support the toilet reform... But I saved money a long time ago to prepare for my funeral. My son is unfilial and fooled a dead ghost like me. He only spent less than half of the money. I am unwilling to accept it!"

Song Qinmin began to babble on and on about his sons, and he seemed really unconvinced.

His son was so disrespectful to the dead that Lan He asked Lao Bai, "Can you help him?"

Lao Bai said nonchalantly: "Humans and ghosts have different ways!"

Lan He thought of the old man pushing away the gold and silver banners for good fortune, and couldn't help asking, "Is there no way? For example, when we pass by his son's house, we can secretly take back his money and use it to buy offerings, so that he can leave with peace of mind."

Before Song Qinmin could say anything, Lao Bai suddenly said, "That will cost 30% of the handling fee! Lao Song, do you agree or not?"

Lan He: "......"

He thought the old white hat should have "Money-hungry" written on it.

Song Qinmin said in confusion: "Yes, it's OK."

So they went to Song Qinmin's son's house and took out a stack of cash from the bedside table, which was all saved by Song Qinmin.

He didn't have much of a pension, and at his old age he still had to grow tea to make money. He wasn't used to saving money in the bank, so he just wrapped it in cloth, and a lot of it was in loose change of ten or five yuan.

At this time, Song Qinmin's children and grandchildren were all keeping vigil in the funeral hall. No one was at home. He stuffed some things into the drawer and muttered, "Stinky boy..."

"Okay, let's go." Lao Bai urged.

"Please wait a little longer," Song Qinmin pleaded, "My grandson is only in the third year of junior high school and will be promoted to high school this year. I want to see him again. And my tea..."

Although the incident was resolved, Song Qinmin still had many regrets and concerns.

Seeing him begging, Lan He thought, the old man is not staying in the world of the living just because he is unwilling to do so. Whether he hates it or loves it, he is actually reluctant to leave the world of the living. He just wants to continue living a trivial and even unhappy life here.

Old Bai was used to it, and said coldly: "How dare you disobey Commander Yin's call? New ghost, follow me to the underworld!"

When Song Qinmin heard this, he burst into tears, "Please keep me for one more night!"

Lan He was at a loss, and suddenly felt a strong emotion rushing from his fingertips into his heart. Confusion, unwillingness, fear and despair quickly drowned him like a rising tide.

Lan He shuddered, and was swept by such strong and complex emotions. His heart was choked. He looked at Song Qinmin and suddenly realized that this should be Song Qinmin's feelings. He said uncomfortably: "How could I... I seem to understand his feelings."

Lao Bai looked at him and said, "Human nature is really complicated."

Lan He: "What do you mean?"

Lao Bai: "Before and after a person dies, their emotions are the most intense and rich. This soul-binding rope will also transmit strong emotions. The more sensitive a person is, the easier it is to transmit... I didn't expect you to lie to the ghost and sympathize with it! If you were a little more hard-hearted than when you lied to me, you wouldn't be like this!"

Lan He: "......"

In any case, Lan He learned new knowledge, that water conducts electricity and that souls can be seduced to guide emotions. He also gained a deeper understanding of why the food in the underworld is not tasty and why some people who visit the underworld are in a half-crazy state.

This kind of communication from soul to soul has a greater impact on people than any other sense, and it is easy to be drawn into the emotions of the dead soul.

This is a bit like an actor getting too immersed in a role and thinking of himself as the ghost himself... Lan He took two deep breaths and stepped out of the strong emotion.

The ghost has seduced too many souls, and even if he is as sensitive as Lan He, he has become numb to any emotions. Lao Bai strung Song Qinmin's soul onto his chain and said to Lan He: "It's not too late, just send him to the intersection, and we'll meet again next time."

He said this, rubbing his hands suggestively.

Lan He: "...got it!"

......

The next day.

Song Qinmin's son stayed up all night and had to pay the drum and music band in the morning, so he took them to his home to get the money.

As a result, he opened the drawer containing money in front of a musician and saw only a handful of paper ashes inside!

---In comparison, Owen Cheng's story about last night pales in comparison.

On the first day, he said he was suffering from sleep paralysis, and many people believed him. But the blue and white impermanence and the hat that said "I'm here" were more bizarre and even funny. No matter how much Owen Cheng described the weird atmosphere at that time, no one could get into the play.

Owen Cheng complained in confusion, "I'm serious, Lan He, what time did you go to bed last night? When I came back at night, I met Mr. Gabriel in the yard. Then he took me away, and it was Lan Wuchang and Bai Wuchang who let me back."

"No, you are dreaming. You added a character without permission. I have never heard of Lan Bai Wuchang in the underworld." Lan Wuchang said, "Have you been staring at Sister Xiaohua for too long?"

Sister Xiaohua is the artist in the group and often wears a blue and white striped T-shirt.

Owen Cheng: "......"

What the hell is going on.

He rubbed his hair, wondering if he was really dreaming. "No, no, I must have seen it... Alas, none of you believe it, none of you can see it, only I can see it, am I the chosen one?"

Lan He's eyes wandered. He didn't know whether Owen Cheng was the chosen son of heaven, but he was definitely the chosen son of earth...

Although he insisted that he had seen a ghost, no one believed his story the second time, and because he was poor, Owen Cheng had no choice but to continue working.

Fortunately, Song Qinmin had been reincarnated, so Owen Cheng was able to survive safely.

Soon, the ten-day shoot was over and the crew had a small gathering in the village.

Owen Cheng and Lan He clinked their glasses and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

Lan He said: "I have to go back to the group after taking a half-month break. How about you?"

Owen Cheng was waiting for him to ask, and said with his hands on his waist: "I am ready to join Julian Liu's group!"

Julian Liu is a well-known director in China. He has been in the industry for many years and his style has gradually developed. His works are both popular and well-received. Director Liu is also a photographer. If Owen Cheng joins his team, he will surely learn a lot and his resume will look much better.

"Is Julian Liu going to shoot a new movie?" Lan He was busy in the crew and only checked her phone a few times a day, so she didn't know what was going on. "You're awesome."

Owen Cheng: "Hehe, I'm still following my master... It's still in preparation. My master will start reading the script with me when he returns. I heard that the first round of investment has arrived. His play will definitely not be short of money."

"Not only is there no shortage of money, there is no shortage of actors either." Lan He sighed. Of course, roles in Julian Liu's plays are very popular, but unfortunately Julian Liu has his own temper. He likes to use old actors, both big and small roles, and is very cautious in choosing new actors. In the end, there are very few roles for everyone to compete for.

"Let's go and pay our respects to the director."

At this time, someone came to greet them, and Lan He followed the crowd.

The director was in a good mood and talked to them one by one. Meeting is fate. After this group disbanded, I don’t know if I will have the opportunity to work together again in the future.

"Lan He." The director patted Lan He's shoulder, "I think your acting is really good."

The director has worked with Lan He twice. Although the roles played by Lan He were not important, the director saw Lan He's dedication and hard work. Moreover, Lan He has a good mentality and does not like to take shortcuts, otherwise, given his image, it would not have been easy for him to succeed.

"Thank you, director." Lan He said quickly.

"Sometimes, you have enough skills but lack emotional outbursts... Well, you are still young and you can accumulate more experience and feel life more." The director was a little drunk and spoke vaguely.

Lan He nodded seriously.

The director said sadly: "As for the opportunity, let's wait... It's harder to say than hard work."

Lan He smiled and said, "Just be happy."

"Yes, just be happy." The director raised his glass and suddenly burst into tears, "So my filming was really good! Why don't investors love me! I didn't even run into ghosts, where is the opportunity! I really want to make a big production!!"

Lan He: "......"

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The next day, Lan He returned to Beijing. He was originally from Hunan Province, but he drifted to Beijing. His company rented him an apartment, and the rental rate in the community was quite high. He was a nobody, so there was no need for him to live in a place with particularly good S3x appeal.

Lan He came back and was busy preparing for the next play, but within two days he received a call from the company telling him that there had been a change. The crew that had already signed the contract had encountered an incident and was disbanded on the spot.

Lan He's professional level and appearance are enough to get him many audition opportunities, but there are too many factors that determine whether he can pass the initial audition, final screening, and what kind of role he will get in the end.

Even if you get the role and sign the contract, the crew may disband like it is now. Even if you join the crew, accidents may happen.

After working for a few years, he also knows how to adjust his mindset and deal with the disappointment after hard work.

Lan He had no choice but to cook two dishes for herself and eat a lot...but she didn't dare to eat too much because she had to maintain her weight. Anyway, she used eating to comfort herself.

When I woke up the next day and was brushing my teeth, I received another call from the company, saying that there was an idol drama with a good configuration. The company also submitted some resumes of actors with suitable schedules. Lan He was given the role of the third male lead and was notified to go for the preliminary audition.

Lan He had just lost her job, so of course she was in high spirits and went to the appointment on time. This director had done pretty good work in idol dramas before, and for a role like the third male lead with a lot of scenes... I guess the competition would be a bit fierce.

The crew's office was in the building. Lan He was given a script for a scene. There were quite a few people in the waiting area. He read the script by himself and got some inspiration. After waiting for about two hours, he was called into the office.

Lan He had looked up the director's information, so she recognized that the middle-aged man with a big belly who was talking to a man in a baseball cap in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was the director of this play, Wang Mao.

"Director Russell?" the producer turned around and called out. Wang Mao nodded to the man in the baseball cap and sat back down. The man in the baseball cap remained in front of the window, with only his back showing.

Wang Mao raised his chin and said to a female staff member next to him: "Harper, help the actor."

The girl called Harper stood in front of Lan He.

She is not an actor, but an assistant director. She doesn't know much about acting, and just acts as a tool when needed. But Lan He is pretty, and she feels better when she is a tool.

Although she can't act, after being a tool for so long, she can memorize the lines and has some understanding of the actors' performance routines.

The play is an original script. This scene is about the third male lead, who is the heroine's brother. He has a quarrel with the heroine because of their mortal enemy, the heroine, and at this time the third male lead is already suffering from a terminal illness.

After this handsome guy got into character, his eyes changed and he said coldly: "You want to be with him, unless I die."

Harper was stunned. Most of the previous actors still maintained the extroverted personality of the third male lead, with outward emotions and rich body language. They started by grabbing the shoulders, and their words were full of hatred for the male lead and their reluctance to lose to him in their career, and then they revealed the pain of hiding their illness.

Harper doesn't know what the specific level is, she can usually only tell whether it is awkward or not.

But at the moment, Harper soon stopped thinking about other things. Lan He's eyes really pierced into her heart. The slightly clichéd lines were particularly convincing under his interpretation.

He stared at himself, his eyes seemed to contain all his strength. Under the tough surface, he knew that he was in a state of collapse and it was difficult to save him. It was not just unwillingness, but there seemed to be something else going on.

Harper was completely shocked and even forgot to continue her lines. She was almost a little scared. The look in her eyes was too complicated and it made her think of the dying person without any explanation...

Harper didn't notice that as the scene went on, the room gradually became quieter and quieter, and everyone's attention was drawn to it.

The man in the baseball cap in front of the window turned around at some point and watched quietly.

......

"It's quite interesting..." Wang Mao rubbed his chin and talked to the producer, "The delicate emotions are really tense and the layers are very rich. Even I got goose bumps."

For a young actor to perform a scene involving life and death so profoundly... it's rare!

He was keenly aware that this was an actor who could add colour to the role.

As a supporting role, the third male lead is a sister-con. His scenes are often quite funny. He has a certain story, but it is quite routine and not very well shown. At this time, if the actor's performance is outstanding and more persuasive, it can completely enhance the depth of the character.

The producer also nodded. This is really rare. The character didn't say that he was sick. The previous actors also performed well, but it's frustrating to compare them. Lan He's performance was so convincing and restrained. This enhanced the character's personality.

Before the producer could say anything, the man in the baseball cap behind him said, "Well, I'll think about it."

"Hmm... Hmm? What are you thinking about? What does it have to do with you?" Wang Mao turned around and said, "Brother, we are casting now."

The man in the baseball cap said nothing and pressed down the brim of his hat.

Wang Mao rolled his eyes.

On the other side, Lan He closed her eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly faded out of the play.

Interestingly, at that moment, he recalled the emotions he felt when he met Old Man Song before.

---Although Old Man Song and the third male lead in the idol drama seem to be completely unrelated and even the scenes are different, there are similarities in human nature.

The emotions he felt for the first time in the spirit state gave him a great shock and left a deep impression. Also, because he felt it in the spirit state, it was difficult for him to forget that feeling.

While performing, he kept recalling it and unconsciously immersed himself in that state again, integrating it into his own role.

Lan He said to her co-star Harper, "Thank you."

"No, it's okay..." Harper stuttered, looking at Lan He who was full of vitality again in a trance.

"Not bad, the performance was very good." Wang Mao came over, "Lan He, right?"

Lan He noticed that the man in the baseball cap also came over, but he still couldn't see his face clearly. He didn't care. There were many staff members. He just stretched out his hand to Wang Mao and said, "Hello, Director Russell, yes."

Wang Mao shook hands with him and said, "The performance was very contagious. I like it very much. Can you give us another impromptu performance?"

Lan He was delighted. She thought that testing him meant that she was interested in his performance, and her chances of getting the role suddenly increased.

"Okay, let me think about it." He was thinking about what to perform when he saw a figure floating in from the window. He had a dead face, holding chains, and a tall hat with the words "Talent at First Sight" written on it. It was none other than Walter White, a good friend of mankind.

"It's urgent! Come, come!" Lao Bai locked his eyes on Lan He and spoke.

Depend on.

Lan He was a little anxious because he found that Lao Bai had started to take the documents, but he couldn't stop him...

The important thing now is that the office is so big. Once Lao Bai transfers him away, his soul will leave his body and his body will collapse again. A body without a soul is the same as being dead. How is he going to explain this to the people around him? Even if they think he has a strange disease, it's not good, right?

No, he must make it clear to Lao Bai in the future, and he can't just summon him casually. He is different from those professional ghost walkers who can go whenever they want. Not only does he have his job, but he also has to pretend that he can't see ghosts in the world of the living!

Lan He's mind raced, and she said to Wang Mao in a hurry, "Director, let me show you how to die on the spot."

Wang Mao: "......Huh??"

Before he could react, the next moment, the young man was holding his heart, his face showing pain, and he collapsed to the ground, no longer moving.

Wang Mao: "......"

Wang Mao was stunned. After a while, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Hahahaha!"

Die on the spot? Young people nowadays are really willing to do something unconventional in order to impress the director.

When he smiled, others couldn't help laughing too, and for a moment the office was filled with a happy atmosphere.

The man in the peaked cap suddenly said, "Well acted."

"Huh?" Wang Mao listened and looked carefully, his expression immediately straightened up. It was true. Lan He was not just joking. "Don't ever say that acting a corpse has no technical content. Look at this guy. It seems like his chest is not even moving."

Everyone stared at him, but couldn't find any flaws.

When there is a death scene in a TV show, some viewers always like to stare and point out where the "corpse" is breathing, the eyelids are moving, etc. Whenever this happens, they want to complain that the actors have tried their best, and they can't just let them die, how can they not breathe?

But the guy in front of me acted very realistically, so realistically that it was unbelievable, even his lips seemed to turn white.

Harper couldn't help but touch Lan He's hand, then touched it again to confirm, and said in a trembling voice: "Director Russell, why, why does it seem... cold..."

Everyone: "???"