The others also followed Yang Zhihao away. Zhuo Xiuwei was happy that no one would bother him, and he chatted with Ya Shi from behind.
After finding a seat and sitting down, these new directors heard the comments from the audience in front and behind them.
"Liao Zhai Painted Skin... What a mouthful of a name, what does it mean?"
"Painting on skin? I'm not a fan of Yu Jing's movies. I just want to see what positive connotations his movies have."
"Me too, why are you talking about moral values to me after watching a movie? If today's movie does not satisfy me, I will definitely go online to expose his true face."
"You can still get tickets for the premiere if you are not a movie fan. Your persistence is terrible."
A sneer escaped from the corner of Zhuo Xiuwei's mouth. Look, what's the use of the righteousness mentioned in the show? The audience who have seen the posters are sensible. No matter what Yu Jing said, some netizens did not buy it.
If Yu Jing's movie is really about several women competing for one man, Yu Jing will definitely not be able to live with it if the audience becomes rebellious.
Just thinking about the next reaction on the Internet makes Zhuo Xiuwei tremble with excitement.
Yang Zhihao and Xia Yifeng in front also thought of this possibility. Compared with Zhuo Xiuwei's gloating, they were a little worried.
…
The cinema gradually dimmed. In the dark big screen, the flickering flames turned from warm blue to strange green, and a pair of narrow eyes flashed in the darkness.
"Woo——"
The whistle was low, rising and falling, like the whine of the wind whistling in the Nine Netherlands.
The new directors who knew Yu Jing a little bit felt strange in their hearts. Ancient musical instruments should be as soul-stirring as the Xia Ke Xing, or as sad and plaintive as the theater palace. Why is it that the music in this movie has a weird and unpredictable feeling? .
The opening song flashed at an extremely fast speed, and the scene turned to reveal a bird's-eye view of a deep mansion. Everything in the square mansion was in order.
At the back door, two slaves opened the door and threw the raccoon slave and the thrush in their hands into the corner: "The raccoon slave raised by the madam died again, and this time a thrush also died."
One of the slaves smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. Madam has plenty of money. You can buy it again after she dies."
"Hey, if you don't know how to raise them, don't raise them. One of them dies every day. Even though animals are cheap, they are still doing evil."
"Shut up! If you dare to criticize the master, you will die!"
The camera moved to the raccoon slave in the corner. The white kitten's eyes were wide open, and there was still a trace of fear in its eyes. Its limbs were twisted, and its eyes were staring at the gradually closing back door.
Yang Zhihao's buttocks moved uneasily. He was a little timid, and his scalp was numb watching this scene.
"Do you feel anything is wrong?" He asked Du Wenyao next to him in a low voice.
Du Wenyao was observing the architectural layout of the mansion and shook his head carelessly: "No, the layout of the mansion is really nice. At first glance, it looks like a wealthy family with strict rules."
Two figures sneaked in from the back door. The man in the lead was dressed in white, dressed like a handsome young man in troubled times, but the cowardice between his brows ruined his red lips and white teeth.
"Master, the young lady should be resting at this time, don't worry." The boy behind him comforted him.
Fang Keyu's stooped figure paused, and he straightened his back instantly: "How could this young master be afraid of that tigress..."
"Stop!" A woman yelled angrily from the garden.
Fang Keyu trembled in fright, her triumphant expression disappeared instantly, and she walked slowly to the garden pavilion: "Madam."
Tian Han sneered: "Where did you go last night?"
"I went to have a drink with Brother Feng. It was getting late and I slept directly at his place." Fang Keyu explained in a low voice, then stepped on the boy hard and winked as hard as he could.
The boy apologized and smiled: "Yes, young lady, the young master and Mr. Feng drank too much last night. Because your pet died, I was afraid that you would be unhappy, so I didn't come back."
Tian Han came closer and smelled it. Sure enough, there was only the smell of wine and no powder, so he didn't pursue it any further: "You'll stay out all day and night. Be careful. I'll tell my father and mother to go back and have a meal."
Fang Keyu followed the woman, quietly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and rolled his eyes fiercely, obviously not liking his wife's tough attitude.
Tian Han, the young mistress of the Fang Mansion, was generous and allowed the concubines to eat at the same table. Six concubines and one head wife gathered together, and Yingying Yanyan dazzled everyone.
"Master, eat this emerald duck. The skin is smooth and tender. It's delicious."
"Master had a drink last night, so it's better to have something light. This guinea fowl is good."
"Drinking tea on an empty stomach hurts the stomach..."
The delicate voice made Fang Keyu's bones tremble, and his hands began to become dishonest. Tian Han coughed: "Eat well."
Fang Keyu: "Oh."
Lustful, but timid, with a strong desire to survive.
…
There were bursts of jeers in the cinema, and many people had sarcastic expressions on their faces.
"Although Fang Mansion is a powerful person, it is too exaggerated. Are you planning to sleep on one person a day for a full week?"
"A virtuous and generous wife, a gentle and considerate concubine, a standard feature of ancient wealthy families."
"Yu Jing was talking about positive thoughts two days ago, and you told me this is positive guidance?"
"Double standards, what they say is righteous, but the movie they make is full of disgusting feudal atmosphere."
Listening to the cynicism behind him, with the enchanting beauty in his arms, Zhuo Xiuwei became more and more proud, and began to gloat openly.
Yasuo's eyes were fixed on the big screen and she pressed Zhuo Xiuwei's hand impatiently. This man was so annoying that she regretted flirting with him and delaying her watching the movie.
Yu Jing's loyal fans were too lazy to pay attention to this group of people and concentrated on watching the movie. In the first ten minutes, this group of people started yelling and cursing, just like a group of brainless followers.
…
In the evening, Fang Keyu led the boy to go out again.
The boy persuaded him: "Master, the young lady is already angry. Do you still want to go out?"
The young mistress will not beat the young master, but she will never show mercy to those around her. Anyone who stays out at night with the young master will be beaten.
Fang Keyu waved her fan: "Get angry when you're angry. Isn't she angry enough? Just coax her more when the time comes."
"Then where are we going today? To Hualou?"
"You are stupid. As the saying goes, a wife is worse than a concubine, a concubine is worse than a prostitute, and a prostitute is worse than a thief!"
The master and the servant sneaked out of the house and ran rampant on the street, teasing the pretty young lady.
That smug look on his face made the audience's teeth itch even though Fang Keyu was handsome and graceful.
"Ah!" The woman just walked with her head lowered and accidentally bumped into him, knocking Fang Keyu off her butt.
"You don't have eyes..." Fang Keyu's eyes grew straighter and straighter, and he got up and approached the woman, "Little lady, what's your name?"
"My name is Qiuniang."
When he returned home, Tian Han was furious: "You're doing your old habit again, and you want to let a widow in!"
Facing the dignified and majestic wife, Fang Keyu, who lacked confidence, did not dare to step forward. The courage in his heart was like a deflated rubber ball, and his shoulders became tighter and tighter until he met a pair of timid beautiful eyes.
Fang Keyu puffed up her chest: "Qiu Niang has a bad fate. I pity her for being lonely and helpless. What's wrong with bringing people into the house? They can only have a mouthful of food. Our Fangfu family has a big business. Is it possible that we can't afford to support a woman?"
Qiuniang took a step forward, knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Madam, Qiuniang can bring you tea and water, change my clothes and wash my feet. Please take me in. I only want a mouthful of food, and I will never think about what I don't deserve." thing."
…
Chu Chu's pitiful appearance made many viewers dream about the tragedy of the mandarin duck, and the cinema was filled with curses again and again, but this time it was not Yu Jing, but Liu Xu.
"It's a bit bad." Yang Zhihao murmured.
Double superposition, once the ending is not satisfactory, the audience's anger is not something Yu Jing can bear.
Xia Yifeng remained silent. Seeing now, he began to doubt.
Except for the weird death of the animals at the beginning, looking at it now, Painted Skin feels like a very ordinary costume drama.
Moreover, the lustful image of the male protagonist is not a positive one.
Yu Jing's smiling face flashed through his mind, Xia Yifeng calmed down and put away his messy thoughts. He hasn't seen the end yet, so he can't make any judgments.
Some viewers stood up impatiently and prepared to leave the cinema.
…
The camera turned, and in the stillness of the night, a woodcutter was running in a panic, the heavy firewood on his back making his pace slower and slower.
He hid behind a big tree and covered his mouth with force. His face, which was exposed to the wind and sun, gradually turned purple, and his coarse clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat.
The woods were quiet, even the chirping of insects had disappeared.
After a while, the woodcutter slowly poked his head in.
A bloody face flashed in an instant, almost touching the woodcutter's face. The corners of his mouth slowly grinned to the base of his ears, and the malice in his eyes was horrifying.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Aaahhhh!"
The screams pierced the sky, and at the same time, the miserable wailing in the cinema almost lifted the ceiling.
The audience members who stood up to leave felt their legs weaken and fell back down. They were so shocked that they covered their chests and yelled: "Your uncle's Yu Jing!"
Only then did everyone remember that Yu Jing had said that there were some scary scenes in the movie.
They only focused on scolding Yu Jing for being sanctimonious and forgot about this matter.
Even if some people remember it, the horror scenes in the interstellar are all bloody scenes. How can there be such heart-wrenching scenes, where people are not prepared to be struck by lightning!
No one is leaving now because everyone is weak in the legs.
…
The monster that plucks people's hearts makes the whole town panic, and every household stays behind closed doors.
The county magistrate of the small town had no choice but to go to the mountains and invite a Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest held a compass in his hand, his arms were covered with snow-white whisks, and his fairy-like appearance made the people gradually feel at ease.
"There are a lot of monsters here." The old Taoist stroked his beard and walked up and down the street with the government servants, followed by a group of common people who were not afraid of death.
When they arrived at the brothel, the Taoist priest gave a sharp shout, and the fly whisk seemed to have eyes, and he hit a woman hard. The woman screamed, and a pair of fox ears sprouted in front of everyone.
"Monsters! There are monsters!"
The people screamed and dispersed, leaving only the government servants who were too frightened to hold their swords and the Taoist priests who were calm and composed.
The fox demon was finally beaten to death by the Taoist priest. Later, the Taoist caught another raccoon demon and a snake spirit.
Finally, the old Taoist stopped at the door of Fang Mansion and frowned slowly: "The evil spirit is so high."
