119. Spirit Shed
In the early morning, a ray of golden sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains and fell on Lu Ban's face.
The room was surrounded by sweet singing, and the melody of "Unforgettable Tonight" could never be tired of listening. Even the dark figure beside the bed seemed to be shaking his head, enjoying the music.
Lu Ban opened his eyes and saw an eye next to the pillow looking at him.
The eyeball with a large ball of hair at the end noticed that Lu Ban had woken up and hurriedly shrank into the corner of the bed, where he could not be found again.
Yawning, Lu Ban sat up instead of going back to sleep.
After washing, he went downstairs to buy breakfast, walked into the elevator, and suddenly thought of what happened last night.
"I don't know what happened to that old man."
When he came downstairs, he found several workers here building sheds.
This type is Spirit Shed, usually with the entrance and exit facing south. In some places, there will be large banquets and all-night mahjong games for several nights. However, Jiangcheng is relatively urbanized, and Spirit Shed only occupies a few parking spaces.
Smelling a strong aroma of incense, Lu Ban looked at the portrait in Spirit Shed curiously.
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In that portrait, it was the old man I met last night.
"So, he already went last night?"
Lu Ban After casual inquiry, this old man was over seventy years old. He didn't wake up after sleeping in bed last night, so he was considered to be free of illness and pain.
"Let me burn incense for his old man."
Lu Ban said to the family members.
"You are?"
The old man's family members seemed to have not recovered from the shock, and there were deep circles in his eyes.
"I live on the thirteenth floor, and I have met your father twice."
Lu Ban Tell the truth.
The family members didn't stop them either, after all, they were all neighbors.
Lu Ban offered incense to the old man, and after paying homage, he raised his head.
He saw that the old man was hanging upside down on the top of Spirit Shed, lying on all fours on the black shed, staring at Lu Ban.
"Does your father have a habit of hanging things upside down on the wall?"
Lu Ban suddenly asked, which made the woman who was a family member stunned. She unconsciously raised her head and looked at where Lu Ban was looking.
"A-are you kidding?"
She was a little confused.
"Are there any cabinets or boxes near the ceiling of your house?"
Lu Ban asked again.
"That's not clear"
The woman muttered something and seemed to remember something.
"I do have a cupboard at home, but I haven't opened it for a long time."
"How about if you have time to open that cupboard and take a look, you might find something unexpected."
Lu Ban didn't explain much. He took one last look at the old man on the ceiling and walked out Spirit Shed.
While eating breakfast, Lu Ban watched the news.
Jiangcheng Lu Ban I don't know how many weird things there are in this city.
He has been studying here for several years and has never had a similar experience before.
Since coming to the Silent Land, Lu Ban has seen many things that he has never seen before.
After some research, Lu Ban felt that there might be something wrong with Jiangcheng.
This place has always been a battleground for military strategists from ancient times to the present. War breaks out frequently, and there are definitely many more people who have died around here than in ordinary cities.
Coupled with the pattern of Jiangcheng Grand Theater, which can attract Great Being from distant deep space, it is difficult not to think of something.
"It's impossible that there's something buried under Jiangcheng."
Lu Ban After breakfast, he returned home and continued his work.
In the past two days, he mainly organized the story outline of the entire film and finalized the ending.
Some students may ask, if you don't already have the materials, why do you need to organize the outline? Can't you just connect the materials together and throw them up?
Actually not.
Editing, storyboarding, and plot advancement play as important a role in a movie as the script and actors.
Some movies are mediocre in the first version, but the director's cut is amazing. Some movies have gorgeous special effects and awesome plots, but they are completely incomprehensible because of the fancy editing.
Lu Ban does not require such superb skills. The essence of this movie is still a thriller adventure theme. It ends with a tragedy, which can highlight the elements.
In the evening, Lu Ban stretched, stood up from the computer, and prepared to go downstairs for dinner.
At this time, his cell phone rang.
I looked at the caller ID and it was Feng Yu, the old monitor.
"Hello?"
Lu Ban answered the phone.
"Are you okay? I saw the news today and it said that the serial murderer was caught yesterday. It seems to be right where you live."
Feng Yu's voice sounded worried.
"No problem. In fact, I helped catch the serial murderer. He sneaked into my house and I caught him. The police comrades all praised me for my bravery."
Lu Ban Tell the truth.
"Haha, is it true? You are so awesome."
Feng Yu chuckled, but obviously didn't quite believe what Lu Ban said.
"By the way, you sent a message before saying that you were going to collect materials, and you are still working now?"
"It's been taken out."
"So you're going to post a new video?"
"It's almost there, but it's not finished yet."
Lu Ban looked at his editing software.
"That's a pity. I originally wanted to go out for a meal or something during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Feng Yu said casually.
"Aren't you going home during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Lu Ban remembers that Feng Yu seems not to be from Jiangcheng.
"I won't go back. My mother will go on a blind date with me as soon as I get home. It will be very troublesome."
Feng Yu's voice was filled with helplessness.
"You can hide from the first grade of junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth grade."
Lu Ban answered seriously.
". Do you have time to come out during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Feng Yu was stunned for a moment before forcibly ending the topic.
"The Mid-Autumn Festival may not be possible, but the National Day is fine."
After a symbolic look at the calendar, Lu Ban replied.
He pays attention to continuity in his work, and the film will be ready by October.
"Let's have a dinner date on November and watch a movie or something?"
"Okay."
Lu Ban thought for a while, since the old squad leader invited him so sincerely, he had no reason to refuse. Anyway, he just went out for a meal, and he wouldn't miss a piece of meat.
The two chatted for a few more words before Lu Ban hung up the phone.
Putting on his shoes and going downstairs, he saw that mourning music was playing in Spirit Shed, and there were voices chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name.
After taking a look inside, Lu Ban found no trace of the old man, but found that the old man's daughter's eyes lit up when she saw him, and she quickly came over.
"I went home at noon, opened the closet and looked at it. It was all the old man's things."
Her expression was a little sad, and she took out a bunch of things from her arms.
"Is it a bankbook?"
Lu Ban asked curiously.
"No."
The woman showed Lu Ban the pile of things.
It's a photo.
Old, yellowed photos.
There is a young couple inside, wearing the fashionable clothes of that era, and they are in their prime.
There are also family photos of a couple with their children, as well as some travel and daily photos.
But I don't know since when, the wife disappeared, only the man and the girl.
Turning to the back, there are almost all photos of a naive little girl. Those photos span her infancy, childhood, and school days. Just through these photos, you can feel the love of the photographer for the girl.
It can be seen that the man here is the old man.
"My dad usually has a bad temper and is unwilling to talk to us. I always thought he disliked us, but I didn't expect it."
The woman was depressed and didn't know whether it was lucky or unfortunate for her to know this after her father died.
"How can there be parents who dislike their children?"
Lu Ban laughed, waved goodbye to the woman.
Next to her, a stooped old man stood in the sunset, and their shadows overlapped, just like in the photo, the man with sad eyes forced to laugh and pulled his daughter.
That time and that moment, just like this moment.