Chapter 1022 The Actor Is a Vixen (49)

The three groups started from different places and have not met yet.

Feng Qian and Shi Bai wandered on the streets of the town.

Both sides are the breath of decline and depression, very depressed.

After walking for a while, Feng Qian glanced at an independent building, paused, and stopped.

Shi Bai's footsteps also stopped immediately, his eyelids lifted slightly, and he followed the little girl's gaze.

"Do you want to go in?"

A man's pleasant voice came from above his head.

Feng Qian nodded, "Go in."

The building is still well preserved, and there is a wooden plaque on the door, with the words dragon, flying and phoenix dancing written in ink.

Because the time was too long, the ink was dry and scattered, and it was impossible to make out what was originally written on it.

Many buildings in the small town are not locked, and the doors are ajar. If the wind is a little stronger, there will be creaking noises.

It's okay during the day, but at night, it will give people a gloomy feeling.

Feng Qian kicked the door open with his foot.

The same, blowing dust.

The camera boy was carrying the camera, and a layer of dust floated on the lens.

The following staff wiped the lens.

There was a strong musty smell in the room, mixed with a faint fragrance of ink.

This place used to be a private school or school.

Through the dilapidated courtyard, there is a spacious room inside.

There are many neatly arranged tables and chairs in the room.

The wooden tables and chairs had dried a lot and were covered with a thick layer of dust.

There is a wooden bookshelf in the corner.

There is a painting hanging on the wall directly opposite the classroom. The painting has not been maintained by anyone, and it cannot avoid the fate of weathering, but it can be vaguely seen that it is a portrait.

Feng Qian took a look, then walked towards the bookshelf in the corner.

There are two paper books on the bookshelf, which have also been yellowed and moth-eaten.

There was a bamboo scroll on the top layer, and Feng Qian raised his hand to remove the scroll.

The reel is very new, there is no dust on it, it seems that it should be something put in by the program team.

Feng Qian opened the scroll, and two lines of words were engraved on the scroll.

"Go west fifty steps and build a bookstore."

The little girl read it out, and the camera panned to the scroll.

"It should be reminding us to find the bookstore."

Feng Qian looked at Shi Bai.

Shi Bai looked down at the scroll and nodded.

Feng Qian rolled up the scroll, held it in his hand, turned around and walked out the door.

Shi Bai paused, and raised his hand to grab the girl's wrist.

Mr. Actor felt that he was neglected.

It seemed that, for the little girl, doing tasks was more interesting than him.

Feng Qian blinked her eyes, and looked down at Mr. Yingdi's hand holding her.

"What's wrong?"

Shi Yingdi lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his voice was a little low: "Don't go too fast, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with you."

Feng Qian lowered his head to look at the long, straight and slender legs of the film emperor Shi.

Well, she can't keep up with the fragments.

Feng Qian didn't know what the fragments were doing awkwardly, she stepped back a few steps, held Shi Bai's hand, and the other's eyebrows and eyes slightly relaxed.

"Let's go."

Feng Qian led Shi Bai back to the street.

The west.

Feng Qian looked at the sun in the sky, and after confirming the position, he pulled the people around him and counted the distance of fifty steps.

After stopping, Feng Qian tilted his head and looked to both sides.

The street was already out here, and the buildings gradually began to become sporadic.

It also became more and more desolate and decaying.

There is a small wooden house on the right.

Dry straw piled on the roof.

The wooden door is nailed together with several boards, and the scene inside can be vaguely seen from the gap.

Feng Qian kicked open the door.

boom--

The entire wooden door fell directly.

Ashes were thrown up.

The camera guy behind was also a little confused, holding the camera while blocking the dust in the air.