His Yang Energy Is Too Strong.

On the third day when Wei Yi was playing a small role in Hengdian, the first thing he said to the top player who had just quit Wia was: "If your Yintang is black, you will step on dog shit three times in three days, and you will lose half your life at least, or you will be completely cold at worst." Li Yan has lived for twenty-eight years, and he has seen a basket of bastards and bastards. For the first time, he encountered a crazy group of actors pretending to be gods and ghosts and cursing his own life. On the spot, he threw the peach wood sign that the other party had given him to his assistant - the sign was still stained with spicy strip oil and smelled of five-flavored aroma. I turned around and forgot about it. As a result, on the first day after leaving the set, the nanny accurately stepped on the hot dog shit at the door of the car. The next day when I was recording a variety show, I was stepped on for the second time in full view of everyone. All the guests in the audience suppressed their laughter and suffered from internal injuries. At two o'clock in the morning on the third day, the hotel room door was knocked three times by a ghost - the surveillance camera couldn't even find a ghost. Despite the dark circles under his eyes overnight, Li Yan mobilized half of his contacts in the entertainment industry overnight to remove the scumbag from the group performance registration list. When he found the person, Wei Yizhen was squatting at the entrance of Hengdian, eating instant noodles worth RMB 15.00. His whole body totaled 2,846 RMB 7 cents. His dream was to save enough money to buy a fully automatic washing machine for his grandmother in the mountains. Liyan slapped the contract in front of him: "Folklore consultant, this monthly salary, unlimited braised eggs." Wei Yi bit his instant noodle fork and his eyes widened: "..." Since then, the top domestic entertainment company has had an "exclusive consultant" with a unique style of painting. The paper used to draw the symbols is A4 paper that costs 50 cents a piece from the printing shop. The cut is more crooked than an elementary school student's handicraft class. The incense used to attract the souls was leftover from the crew's worship of gods when the film was turned on. Wei Yi said that "the waste is used to double the merits." He opened a bottle of a vintage red wine worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and gave it to an old ghost who came to visit him as a wine offering. He then sent a message back: "They praised your wine for being good. I have never tasted such good wine in my life." The most outrageous thing is that every time the forum is opened, Wei Yidu instructs Li Yan to stand next to him holding a thermos cup filled with rootless water and act as a "humanoid power bank", euphemistically saying that "the Yang Qi is flowing, and ghosts and gods should not come near." Liyan stood by the altar holding a cup, feeling that his entire life had been destroyed in the hands of this magician. But when I looked at his side face squatting on the roadside and feeding ham to a stray cat, my heart beat faster than during the kissing scene. Later, the paparazzi were stationed to take photos of the elite nightclub amateurs, and two people were photographed squatting downstairs in the community burning paper. Wei Yi raised his head and asked Li Yan for milk tea: "Add more pearls." Li Yan obediently handed him the straw and held the cup for him until he finished burning it. The paparazzi looked through the material thirty times and couldn't find anything offensive, so they finally posted the video directly. The trending search exploded - #The CP I knocked on is real and they even feed ghosts together# Concept: The world often says that Yin and Yang are separated by life and death, by the River of Forgetfulness, and by the physical body that can never be put back together after one breath. But Wei Yi knew that was not the case - what really separated Yin and Yang was never distance, but "the inability to let go". I can't let go of the words I haven't finished speaking, the justice I haven't demanded, and the people I haven't had time to say goodbye to. So he recognized talismans and seals at the age of three, was a psychic at the age of five, squatted on the back hill grave to eat melon seeds from wild ghosts at the age of eight, and lay down on the cement floor in Hengdian wearing a three-layer prison uniform to pretend to be dead at the age of 20. He always carried half a pack of spicy strips and a stack of talismans cut from A4 paper in his pocket. Others asked him why he didn't use yellow talisman paper. He said that it cost 50 cents a piece to draw talisman on A4 paper, and with the remaining money, he could buy two more packs of spicy strips - poverty is not a choice, it is survival. But as poor as he is poor, he never saves the offerings to ghosts, because the living have tomorrow, and the dead only have today. He helped the girl who was pushed off the rooftop to send her distress diary into the sunshine, helped the female ghost who was allergic to anesthesia to dig out the medical records covered with correction fluid from the mezzanine of the morgue, and helped the little girl who had been abducted for twenty years return the iron whistle that had sunk at the bottom of the well to her mother's grave. Every time he did these things, he would lose part of his memory - first he couldn't remember the faces of his high school classmates, then his mother's voice became farther and farther away, and then his own name was swirling on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't call it out. Like a candle, it lights the way for the dead souls to return, but it burns away bit by bit the evidence of being a "human being". Someone asked him what he was planning. He said he didn't mean anything. The person who asked laughed and said why are you still doing it if you don't have any purpose. Wei Yi thought for a while and said, "Because if I don't do it, no one will do it." The words were spoken too softly, as softly as his back when he was squatting in the alley handing out spicy chips to stray cats. But Li Yan felt that this was the most serious sentence he had ever heard. Liyan's life has been so smooth. He debuted as a child star, won three gold medals in Best Actor, and has more than 30 million fans calling him husband. He has not even been on a negative trending search in the nine years since his debut. He thought the most difficult thing in life was to keep his expression under control while playing Wia, until he was stopped in Hengdian by a crazy group performer with blood on his face, who stuffed him with a spicy mahogany sign and predicted that he would step on dog shit three times in three days - and then hit all three of his feet. When he took Wei Yi out of the group of performers, he thought, "This person can help me exorcise evil spirits." However, he later discovered that Wei Yi could not exorcise his own evil spirits. He can help everyone get rid of their obsessions, but he can't cure the memories that are being erased bit by bit in his own mind. So Liyan did something that everyone thought was crazy: he gave half of the Zhiyang Qi that gathered 30 million fans to Wei Yi. This means that from now on, the ghosts who used to walk around are no longer afraid of him, and his signed photos can no longer be used as ghost exorcism charms. But he doesn't care. He said: "If they all come to you, I can see you every day." This was said too lightly, as lightly as when Wei Yi squatted on the steps and chewed popsicles and said, "Okay, then I will exorcise evil spirits for you for the rest of your life, and the part-time fee will be waived." But both of them knew that this was not light. These are two people who have been alone for a long time and finally decided not to walk alone at night. There are no real evil spirits in this story. The girl who was pushed off the rooftop just wanted people to know the truth; the female ghost who was allergic to anesthesia was just afraid that the next patient would end up on the same operating table; the little girl who was abducted just wanted to return the iron whistle that had been sunk at the bottom of the well for twenty years to her mother; the stand-in girl just wanted to help her blind sister get the money for the surgery. They were owed too much during their lifetime, and after death they just waited for a "sorry" or a "thank you" and then they could leave. The truly scary things are always the living people. It's the doctors who changed the medical records, the bullies who pushed a classmate but said she jumped herself, the human traffickers who treat abducted children as commodities and resell them, and the soul hunter who has lived too long and is willing to take away other people's souls in order to survive. What Wei Yi faced was not ghosts, but human hearts. And things like the human heart are sometimes much uglier than ghosts. Before grandma left, she told Wei Yi that the most important thing in the world of Yin and Yang is not magic, but reasoning. She didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Wei Yi later realized it for himself - speaking truth is not to win, but to let those who can hear hear it, and to make those who can't hear at least shut up. Of course that's not what he said. Grandma's original words were much rougher. What she said was: "One, some people in this world are no different when they are alive, and some ghosts are more understanding when they are dead than when they are alive. Whether you help ghosts or not is not because ghosts are better than people, but because ghosts are dead and people can still live. Those who can live still have the opportunity to change themselves. If they change, there will be one less ghost. If they don't change, you won't have to help them when they die - let them wait in line at that time, and I will check it for you at the bottom." Wei Yi knelt in front of her grave to burn the washing machine manual and said, "Grandma, did you forget to tell me that reasoning is also a kind of magic?" The mountain wind blew over, and the weeds on the grave swayed slightly. It's like saying: I didn't say forget, I just want you to learn by yourself. So in the final analysis, this is a story about "remembering". Those owed souls need to be remembered, those forgotten truths need to be remembered, and those who did evil but did not pay the price need someone to remember what they have done. Wei Yi is the one who remembers - using his memory that is being erased bit by bit to remember everything for those who can no longer speak. And when he remembered fewer and fewer things, Liyan remembered him for him. Remember what flavor of spicy strips he likes to eat, remember that he almost failed in high school, remember that his dream was to buy a fully automatic washing machine for his grandma, remember that he would sit on the balcony when he woke up from a nightmare at three in the morning, and remember the curvature of his face every time he squatted on the roadside to feed stray cats. One person remembers the truth for everyone, and one person remembers himself for this person. This is probably the deepest background of this story: in an era when everyone is busy running forward and forgetting, two people choose to stop and light a lamp for those forgotten people and things. A lamp made of spicy strips, covered with A4 paper, and protected from the wind by a mahogany sign. Not very pretty, but bright enough. It illuminates the night road where a top class man and a poor man walk side by side, and it also illuminates the souls of the dead who are finally remembered, finally treated kindly, and finally able to put down their obsessions and turn around and leave. As for the dog shit that occasionally appears on the road, as well as the actor who is psychologically shadowed by the dog shit, and the orange cat who always looks at everything with "you humans are so funny" eyes - That was the last tenderness this story showed to me: no matter how big a deal it is, just smile and eat spicy radish noodles, and there is no obstacle that you can't overcome. If there is, take another one.