Went bankrupt after admitting relatives, picked up garbage on variety shows and became top-notch

Shen Yanyan spent both Friday and Saturday busy and fulfilling. With her hard work, the two major events of restoring antiques and interviewing ghost friends to write memoirs of haunted houses are gradually coming to an end.

On Saturday afternoon, Shen Yanyan gave herself a vacation. After she was free, she remembered the python robe court dress that she had hung up.
I searched the Internet for instructional videos on wearing this kind of court dress. When Shen Yanyan changed into this court dress, it did fit a lot looser as she expected.

It's just that when she finally tied the belt around her waist, she suddenly felt a strong aura rushing from all directions.

In an instant, Shen Yanyan's calm and easy-going face became awe-inspiring, and when she raised her eyes, a dark light surged in her eyes.

The hanged ghost passed by Shen Yanyan's study, and suddenly felt like a light on his back, and turned his head to look in Shen Yanyan's direction, only to see the girl's brows became sharp, not angry.

She stood there quietly, but people dared not look directly into her eyes.

The hanged ghost looked at the court clothes on Shen Yanyan's body and turned pale with shock. It said obediently in Shen Yanyan's direction: "Ex-boss, Sister Shen is very kind to us, why did you suddenly possess her body? What did she do to provoke you?" it's your turn."

"Or do you want to experience what it's like to be a girl?"

As soon as the hanged ghost finished speaking, the possessed Shen Yanyan grabbed the writing brush on the table and shot it at the hanged ghost with precision.

Shen Yanyan, who was possessed, faintly uttered a word: "Get lost."

The brush flew to the hanged ghost's head with a "thump", and the hanged ghost covered the forehead where the brush was hit, and left in a hurry. It shouldn't be mean.

After being absent-minded for a moment, Shen Yanyan regained consciousness.

Looking at herself in the mirror whose demeanor had changed, she was indescribably shocked.

In the past few days of being familiar with the script, Shen Yanyan already has a good idea of ​​the image change of the character Xiao Lian he plays.

Shen Yanyan has a certain degree of confidence in how to express the youthfulness that just entered the hero's camp in the early stage, and the hard work and knowledge of the world in the middle stage.

But in the later stage, Xiao Lian gradually gained power and began to blacken, but she couldn't grasp the feeling of the aloofness and coldness of the powerful minister.

She also pondered over the image of powerful ministers in the plot TV dramas she watched before, and gained a lot.

But every character is different, Xiao Lian is Xiao Lian, she has been looking for a unique feeling that belongs to Xiao Lian, but she has no clue.

In just a few moments of putting on this court dress, she immediately grasped the feeling of Xiao Lian's role!
Shen Yanyan quickly picked up the script on his desk, and once again carefully considered the lines of Xiao Lian's later appearances.

After soaking in the study for three hours, Shen Yanyan opened the door of the study again, his eyebrows brimming with confidence.

Shen Yanyan opened the door of the study, but saw the writing brush dropped on the floor in the corridor, she bent down to pick up the writing brush, isn't this writing brush the one on her desk?
It was still quietly lying on the pen holder before he put on his court clothes.

Shen Yanyan tried hard to recall, but found that his memory was blank when he put on the court uniform.

She had already taken off the python-pattern court gown, and while she was holding the brush, a chill ran up her spine.

If it is said that during the five days in the haunted house, she faced all kinds of incidents in the haunted house with a state of fearlessness, but now, a sense of awe suddenly rose in her heart.

Shen Yanyan never noticed that the vermilion white jade pendant that old man Sun forcibly stuffed on her waist flashed fleetingly.

"Sister Shen, there is movement at the gate of the haunted house."

Cheng Mo suddenly floated over, holding the black and white TV set in his arms, and showed Shen Yanyan the scene at the entrance of the haunted house.

A large truck stopped at the gate of the haunted house.

At this time, Shen Yanyan's phone rang, and it was Aunt Liu Guihua who was collecting waste.

Shen Yanyan made an appointment with them today to transport out the antiques from the haunted house.

Shen Yanyan called Liu Guihua on the phone and said that he would be there soon, so everyone should not be afraid.

After Shen Yanyan hung up the phone, he said to Cheng Mo, "Don't worry, my friend is here."

"Are the boxes with antiques ready?"

Cheng Mo replied: "The brothers have already moved to the gate of the courtyard."

After successfully transferring this batch of antiques to Mr. Ming's warehouse at the port, her considerable moving commission can be considered settled.

Shen Yanyan was full of expectation: "I'll go there now."

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The door of the haunted house.

Liu Guihua was standing next to the truck with the sunset red waste collection group, and Liu Tingting, Liu Guihua's niece who worked in the museum, was also with her.

Liu Tingting looked towards the door of the haunted house, his face full of anticipation.

Fu Ruiyi and Fang Qi were bickering at the door of the haunted house.

Fu Ruiyi had goosebumps, but he still pretended not to care much about the haunted house.

In order to fit the venue of this haunted house, he specially wore a national style suit and a pair of cool sunglasses, which looked like a street fortune teller.

If it weren't for Shen Yanyan's hourly salary of 100 yuan an hour, he wouldn't be half a step closer to this ghost house.

Fu Ruiyi leaned his elbows on the gate of the murderous house, posing in a chic and freehand pose: "If this house is not too old and daily life is inconvenient, I would live with my younger sister Shen."

Seeing that Fu Ruiyi was stubborn, Fang Qi dismantled the situation bluntly: "Where can you live in that rough house? I don't think you dare to enter this haunted house."

Fu Ruiyi immediately retorted: "What words? What words are these!"

"I just like the rough feeling of the original ecological cement in the rough house, which has a feeling of returning to nature."

"And I'm afraid that my performance in the haunted house will be too eye-catching and steal the limelight from little sister Shen."

Fu Ruiyi stroked his hair back: "You have to know that some people are born to be the protagonists wherever they go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door he was leaning on was opened.

Fu Ruiyi was caught off guard and rolled into the haunted house, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Fu Ruiyi, who fell into the haunted house, stood up hastily, and he felt the temperature around his body drop a lot.

Shen Yanyan who opened the door saw Fu Ruiyi coming in, with a look of relief on his face: "Wow, Brother Fu, you are actually the first one to rush into the haunted house and help me."

"It's not in vain that I trust you so much, I'm not mistaken.

Fu Ruiyi was embarrassed by Shen Yanyan's words and ran away. He stood in the yard tremblingly, and laughed dryly: "Haha."

He squeezed out a sentence: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

The yard was filled with five large boxes, each about half the size of a van.

Fu Ruiyi swallowed: "This, so much?"

Fu Ruiyi's legs had already started to weaken, and then he saw that Shen Yanyan had already grabbed the grip on the other side of the box: "It's not very far, just a few steps to the door."

Fu Ruiyi resignedly grabbed the handle on the side of the wooden box close to him.

"Three, two, one, up!"

The two lifted the wooden box at the same time, and Fu Ruiyi was about to use all his strength, but found that he lifted the box without much effort.

He looked at Shen Yanyan in surprise, only to see that Shen Yanyan's face remained unchanged, as if he was lifting a basket of vegetables with ease.

Still not right.

But Fu Ruiyi couldn't tell what was wrong.

Hehehehe and Shen Yanyan moved the box out of the haunted house, the moment he stepped out of the haunted house, Fu Ruiyi felt the wooden box in his hand became much heavier.

Fu Ruiyi dropped his hand!