Zhang's ancestral hall.

Rows of oil lamps were lit in the cleaned ancestral hall, and under the dim light, the tablets of the ancestors of the Zhang family were vague and unreal.

This is the ancestral hall of Zhangjiazhen.

At night, the crew had a scene to be filmed at the entrance of the ancestral hall. The director team and the old patriarch of the town begged for a long time, and they agreed to let them shoot once, so the whole crew is very careful, hoping to succeed in the first shot.

Ning Huanxin didn't have the role here, she just came over to make up the count.

This small town is called Zhangjiazhen, and most of the people in the town are named Zhang.

Before Ning Huanxin went out, she borrowed a set of clothes from Zhang Yan. Although she was a little thin, she could still wear it anyway, and the little girl was very enthusiastic and lent Ning Huanxin a red windbreaker.

The brilliant red is particularly dazzling in the dark.

In order to get a familiar face as quickly as possible, Ning Huanxin was very diligent in helping the little props to move and lift the props. When carrying the chair into the ancestral hall, Ning Huanxin obviously felt that the ancestral hall was much colder than outside.

It's cold, it's really cold.

"Sneezes!" The prop guy beside him couldn't help but sneezed, and subconsciously tightened his thick coat.

"Why is it colder in this room than outside?"

The person on the side of "Shh" shook his head at him, and pointed to a tablet not far away: "This is an ancestral hall, where countless Yin spirits are enshrined. Can it be cold?"

As they spoke, the expressions of the two changed and they rushed out of the ancestral hall.

And Ning Huanxin walked at the end, always feeling that she had a pair of eyes looking at her behind her back, and those eyes were very deep and sharp.

who is it?

Ning Huanxin turned around abruptly. The ancestral hall was empty. Only rows of oil lamps were flashing. Ning Huan frowned. He glanced at the rows of spiritual positions in the ancestral hall, and found nothing wrong. Yes, she turned around now.

"boom."

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of something falling behind him.

Ning Huanxin turned his head again and saw that a spiritual position card had actually fallen on the bluestone ground.

Ning Huanxin's body froze in place. She hesitated to return when her arm was suddenly caught.

"Why are you still here?"

Jiang Lixing's voice suddenly came from the side.

"I……"

Ning Huanxin opened her mouth and pointed behind her: "There is a spiritual position card over there..."

The bluestone ground is empty!

"What's wrong with the spiritual position card?" Jiang Lixing glanced at Ning Huanxin's hands, but found nothing.

"amount."

Ning Huanxin’s palms were full of fine sweat: "Maybe... I'm dazzled! This place is gloomy and I'm very nervous. When I'm nervous, I get dazzled easily."

"Well, you are a newcomer. You have to learn more from your predecessors how to act and how to move towards the camera. Come on, I'm just getting off the scene. I'll take you there to see."

Jiang Lixing's temper seemed surprisingly good. Being pulled by his male god, Ning Huanxin's mood quickly calmed down.

Two people came to the shooting scene, because Jiang Lixing was the second male in this play and had his own place to rest. The people in the crew were also very kind to him.

After he brought Ning Huanxin to the camera directly, he explained the filming skills to her in a low voice. The two were so close that Ning Huanxin could smell Jiang Lixing's body.

Faint, a very inexplicable fresh taste.

"What perfume did you use?"

Ning Huanxin suddenly asked.

This smell is so special, as long as you smell it once, you will never forget it again.