A TV series crew is usually appointed by the producer, the actor and the producer director, and then the director director goes to find the art group personnel. Generally, the art group exists in the form of an outsourcing studio. Each art group has three groups of art, landscape, and props, collectively known as the art group.

The art group of each crew will have a main art and an auxiliary art. The auxiliary art is usually very young and can be served after following one or two complete crews. Huamian is a live art, which is the hardest and most tiring art props in the entire art group. If there is a pit on the wall to fill it, she will carry the cement to dig it. If there is a tree there to be pulled out, she will carry the armed force shovel to dig...

Almost five years since entering the industry, the wind and rain have come and rain, and Huamian has no complaints.

Because of his introverted personality, it took Huamian three years to become an associate art artist, and then another one and a half years to become a well-known and demanding player in the H film and television studio circle, known as "H City Doraemon".

………………………………… Speaking of which, this is probably not a nickname with Chen Zan’s meaning.

"Look, that's it, that's that!"

“哪个哪个?谁?”

“哆啦A梦啊!”

"Ah, it's her. Wow, she's so young. I thought she was an aunt in her forties... What was she doing in the middle of the night?"

"I heard that the crew used to shoot traditional martial arts to paint the faucet of the scene that their crew wanted to use was golden. Now they want to brush it back. The moon is dark and windy, and they are carrying a red paint bucket to brush the faucet at the door of the set. Evil... Why do I think this scene is so scary?"

“是挺吓人的.”

"Doraemon is like this. He always only does his own work in a corner with few people. He refuses to leave the prop car until dark. If he has no choice but to leave the prop car during the day, he will wear a mask... he lives like a vampire! I used to be on the same crew as her twice and added up to nearly ten months, so I don't know what she was talking about..."

"Shh, whisper, you'll be heard later! Our producer director heard that he had found a lot of ways to get to their studio time. Don't make people unhappy-"

"Gaga, she can't hear it. Look how serious she is in her work."

The small brush swung around the paint bucket and brushed off excess paint at the edge of the bucket with paint.

Huamian: "…"

我都听见了.

...You are so loud, I can only be considered a mute, not a deaf person.

目光平静,然后抬手——

The wooden brush in his hand brushed across the wall, and the red paint flowed down like blood plasma. The other hand grabbed the spray paint, and the spray paint followed the lines of the dragon horn to create a "rustling" sound... Standing on the chair, facing everyone behind him, the young girl who started working with her left and right hands did her own thing without raising her head - the rest of the studio went back to the previous scene and continued to collect things, and she was the only one here now.

I listened to the people behind me whispering and then laughed. From time to time, words like "female ghost", "vampire", "ghost movie scene" drilled into my ears...

……还吸血鬼.

If I were a vampire, I would call the wind and rain now, and the sky would hit thunder, so that those of you who only know how to speak sarcastic words and do not work know what it means—

At this time, dark clouds covered the moon in the sky.

When the brush stained with red paint brushed over the wall behind the faucet, the entire surroundings suddenly darkened without the moonlight - it was impossible to see clearly that the paint was evenly and unevenly, and whether there was any place to brush it off... Hua Mian narrowed her eyes slightly and turned around to see if there were any people from her crew to ask them to shine for themselves. However, the moment she turned around, the wind and sand on the ground blew into a blur...

In my ears, the two paper lanterns hanging on Prince Setiao's mansion were blown around and made a "swinging" sound. After a flash of lightning in the sky, the hesitant daylight reflected around it!

Huamian: "…"

Standing on the chair, holding a brush and spraying the faucet, the girl was slightly stunned, raised her hand and scratched her head slowly, and it was really thunder-

Before I could think about it carefully, then, earth-shaking thunder fell from the sky and exploded in a certain open space not far away!

The people behind him screamed and scattered, thinking that it was going to rain and the whole world was going to find a rain cloth to cover the props that had been moved out of the open air... In the mess of a day, another thunder was thunder. This time the thunder exploded in the Setian Palace not far away. Hua Mian was so scared that she shivered, and threw the small brush into the paint bucket with her hands, covering her ears and squatting down on the chair...

“It’s raining?”

"How could it rain in this season? It would snow if it would fall, right?"

"unlucky."

"The thunder struck the palace setting, and I don't know if the setting was broken..."

"Ah, with such bad weather, there are three or four night scenes tonight. I don't know if those big-name actors are willing to cooperate - bring the Yubu first, don't break the props if it really rains..."

During the discussion, people complained and accelerated their pace and went to confirm that the work on their hands was not out of trouble... In the noise, Hua Mian slowly put down his hand covering his ears, looked up and looked around... Everyone seemed to be very busy, and no one came over to ask Hua Mian: You were the closest to Lei Sheng just now, are you okay?

At this time, the moonlight showed its face from behind the dark clouds.

When everything returned to peace, as if nothing had happened just now, no one cared whether anyone was frightened on the stool in front of the palace setting door... They gathered together in groups of three or five, and discussed inexplicably two thunders out of thin air.

“…”

No one cares about anything, so it's no surprise.

The long and thick eyelashes drooped down to cover the emotions in my eyes. I bent down and wanted to pick up the wooden brush to continue the painting work I hadn't done just now. At this time, I found that some red paint splashed when the wooden brush was thrown into the paint bucket just now...

Unlucky.

Hua Mian pursed her lips, picked up the painted brush on the handle with her slender and white hands, and raised her waist straight and just climbed back to the chair. She suddenly heard something rustling in the yard inside the set of the palace—

It's like someone is walking.

Hua Mian straightened her waist, stretched her neck curiously and looked at it. Then when she saw a scene in the yard, her eyes slowly opened up due to surprise—

In the middle of the yard, under the moonlight, a very tall and handsome man appeared.

He was armed with ancient black style, with heavy boots on his feet, his hair tied up high like a ray of ink stained on white rice paper, raised by the wind... He stood in the moonlight, casting a small shadow on the side of his nose, his thin lips were pursed, and his black eyes were quiet and cold.

He was carrying a long sword behind his back. Even under such light, Hua Mian could still tell that the sword was extremely exquisitely crafted, not a cheap prop made from ordinary 3D color.

Huamian: "You are..."

A male actor from the previous crew?

A coser who came to take promotional photos with a scene?

Did something fall on the set and forget to take it and return it to pick it up?

...

——Ah, it wasn’t the last crew who heard that they wanted to brush the color of the faucet back to red and asked someone to follow him?!

The last idea penetrated into her mind, making Hua Mian tense up. What she was most not good at was to have conflicts with others... Others summarized after the quarrel and felt that she was not performing well at that time, and she knew before she started quarreling that she must have performed poorly!

Holding the brush that was still ticking down the red paint, Huamian looked at the cold nose and cold eyes in the middle of the yard for a few seconds like a frightened cat. After a while, he raised his foot, took a steadily step, and walked towards Huamian.

Huamian: "!"

He is here!

The fingertips of his fingertips tightened and turned white suddenly, and even forgot that he was still standing on the stool. Hua Mian stared at the man tightly.

Until he walked up to him, stood still, and looked at the little girl who was just as tall as he was on the stool, his eyes sank: "The sword sheath of Wuguijian is on you?"

The sound is unexpectedly magnetic and low.

“…?”

What?

Hua Mian turned her head and looked behind her, and found that there was no one behind her, so she twisted her head back with difficulty, raised her finger with an innocent and nervous look on her face and pointed at herself: "...I, me?"

The next second, the breath around the man suddenly changed - twenty-one years since birth, Hua Mian has never felt this kind of experience of not speaking or making expressions by a person. Just standing there can make her scream and sweat in her pores...

"Supply the sword of Wuguijian."

“??????”

"My 'reign' clearly felt the resonance of the sword sheath, hand it over quickly, and you will never die!"

The man in front of me was aggressive, Hua Mian was forced to become a statue on the stool, and was about to say where the madman came from, what lines did he say to me? Not to be so obsessed with acting, even if you scare me like this, I still have to paint it red.

Next second.

Only the sharp weapon was heard cutting off the whistling of the wind.

A cold neck, and a strand of hair around my ears was cut and fell.

The wooden brush grabbed Huamian's hand fell back into the paint bucket for the second time, and the splashed red paint splashed her shoes and pants... The eyes moved slightly in her sockets, and she looked at the long sword on her neck silently.

This sword has been cut by a blade.

The pupils converge slightly. As the man presses his eyes tightly, Hua Mian takes out his cell phone from his pocket with his cold and stiff hands, then takes a deep breath, and trembles on the phone screen three times-

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