My surname is Ping, and my single name is An.

The little sheet that wrapped me at the beginning had the word "peace" written on it. The nurse mother at the orphanage didn't know if those two words were my name or if my family wanted me to be safe.

So I called peace.

It's a pretty good name, and I have rarely gotten sick since I was a child, and I haven't had any disasters. Many times the evil turned into good fortune, and the death was auspicious.

People around me who know me well say that I have a good life and a good fortune. In fact, everyone doesn't know that there is another reason why I can always be safe.

The summer when I was five years old was dry.

In the middle of the night, I was sleeping with my beloved stuffed bear in my arms, when I suddenly woke up without warning, and then a voice sounded in my ears.

"Get out of the house and go into the yard, or you'll die!"

I opened my eyes and looked around and there was no one else except the sleeping children.

I hugged the stuffed bear in fear.

At that time, although I was young, I also knew that "death" was a terrible thing. I got out of bed and ran out into the yard with the bear in my arms.

But I didn't know what to do next, so I sat down in a corner, leaned against the wall, and fell asleep again.

I was woken up by a burst of frightened shouts and stumbling footsteps. When I opened my eyes, I saw that everyone in the yard was running, some carrying buckets, some holding rubber hoses.

Looking at the room where we slept, it was already on fire.

The fire was caused by the aging wiring in the house, and none of the other five children in our house were spared.

The fire was extinguished before people noticed me. They were a little surprised when they found out that I was hiding in the yard unscathed.

My nursery mother asked me when I would come out, and I answered truthfully. But they didn't believe me, thinking that I might have escaped in the first place of the fire.

Because he was only five years old at the time, he was not blamed for not calling for help in time.

Later, I secretly cried for a long time, and I already knew how to blame myself, blaming myself for why I didn't wake up Xiaomei at that time and pull her out with me, so that she wouldn't die.

Mei was a beautiful girl with long hair, about the same height as me, and was a good friend of mine, and I liked her very much at that time.

This self-blame tormented me for a long time.

Since then, I've found that whenever I'm in danger, or something terrible is about to happen, I always feel something.

At first, I struggled with what the cause was, but I couldn't find any clues. Later, I got used to it, and I thought I might have some kind of special ability, the ability to foresee danger.

Of course, sometimes even if I know there is danger, I will ignore it.

For example, on that occasion, a couple of bastards had a fight with me.

There are many people on the other side, but they have been forced to that part, and the eldest husband would rather die before and after the battle, and would rather be beaten to death than be scared to death. Should you not fight and still call a man?

So, when I heard a voice in my ear saying "don't go", I went to the appointment with a handbag.

Of course, I was beaten up by them. On the chest, he was stabbed several times in the back, and the ghost door was closed and walked once. However, the other party didn't get a bargain, and several people were stabbed by my hand.

The rules of the rivers and lakes did not call the police. I gritted my teeth and walked to the hospital, and then I was in a coma for a few days and nights.

In fact, when I walked to the hut last night, I had a vague bad feeling.

But when I heard the woman's ecstasy, I admitted that I was a bit of a sperm, so I ignored it, and said that I could hear what could happen to the wall.

Now my bowels are all repentant.

Looking down at the fresh mud on the soles of my shoes, I knew it wasn't a dream to see the hut last night.

Go out into the yard, light a cigarette, and calm yourself.

People in the other houses got up one after another, and the small courtyard became lively.

After breakfast, we got to work. In the distance, assistant director Lao Zhang walked over.

His name is Zhang Shuhai, and everyone is officially called "Director Zhang". That day at the gate of the Beijing Film Studio, it was he who fell in love with me at a glance.

We usually wait for the group leader to give us a job, but that day it was this 50-year-old uncle who personally selected the people.

He picked me at a glance out of a crowd.

Lao Zhang asked me: "Have you ever made a horror movie?" ”

I said no.

He asked again: "Is it taboo to play a zombie dead or something?" ”

I shook my head again.

Because there are generally three kinds of group performances, one is to chase dreams, learn to perform for a few days, and want to slowly enter the crew by being a group performance, and then play from a small role to a leading role to a big star.

One is to play tickets, have a spare job, or have their own business. I came here and waited when I had nothing to do, purely to get over the addiction of filming.

The third is that I come to beg for a living like this, pointing to this to eat and fill my stomach.

So the first two, people generally don't take on ghosts, dead people, or anything else, which is unlucky.

Of course, I can't be a picky eater, even if the fly is small, it is meat! Besides, every time they play such a role, the crew will have twenty or thirty red envelopes after filming.

Lao Zhang told me that in addition to playing a few zombie roles, he usually follows the scene to do some odd things, and he has to go to other places to shoot and follow the crew to finish.

I couldn't believe it at the time, I was just a white little dragon who couldn't be white! Why did he enter the crew all of a sudden, and with a thunderclap on the ground, he jumped from receiving daily salary to receiving monthly salary?

I felt the urge to cry.

It's really hard to be a group performer in the north. Usually wait for work at the gate of Beijing Film Studio before dawn every day, and if you go late, you are afraid that the business will be robbed by others.

I can earn seventy or eighty yuan a day, and the best one I earned one hundred and fifty, which is from early morning until late at night.

So I cherished this good opportunity to fall from the sky, and I worked hard when I joined the crew, and I was not idle for a moment.

At this moment, Lao Zhang came over to me and asked, "Ping'an, didn't you sleep well?" Why are the circles under my eyes a little dark? ”

I hurriedly put on a cigarette and lit it for him. I had the heart to tell him what I saw last night, but after thinking about it, I held back.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit of a bed." I say.

"Oh, find a place to be confused for a while during the day when you're fine, and catch up on sleep." Lao Zhang said.

I nodded gratefully.

Look at the announcement, today my play is in the evening. I helped the set staff to move the applied things to the filming location, cleaning up inside and out. The reporter held the clapperboard, and the director shouted "action" and started shooting.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with me, I walked towards the end of the village.

I'll have to go to the hut again, it's stuck in my heart like a big rock, and I can't breathe.

When I walked to the hut again, I saw a big lock on the door. Look at the window, the curtain is already tightly hung.

I walked around the hut and didn't get anything.

I kicked the dirt under my feet in frustration, ready to walk back. At this time, I suddenly saw two reddish-brown dots in the soil not far ahead.

It looked like some kind of liquid dripping into the soil, rolling up into a small ball.