When Hua Mian returned to the crew that night, the night scene tonight had already begun. The camera and the light board were all in place. In addition, the onlookers surrounded the prince's mansion, which had just thundered, just now, and everything was in order, as if nothing had happened.

The first night scene of the 21st episode of "The Book of Luohe Gods" is being filmed. It is about the male protagonist having a dispute with his first war horse in the yard. It is a martial arts scene under the moon. At this time, the director is telling the actors the drama.

No one noticed that Huamian was back.

Hua Mian is used to this, with a mix of fish and dragons on the set, and stars gathered. Those who are worth hundreds of millions of dollars all day and don’t know if they have any plans for the next meal may be prepared to appear in the same scene in a scene - a group of big and small things. People may have too many topics to talk about after dinner.

...In this way, how could anyone have the time to care about the life and death of her little live props teacher?

...So, not disappointed.

Standing in the darkness, Hua Mian pulled up her sleeves and made a cheering gesture for herself.

Then he took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the tidying prop box, counted the colleagues who were using props to carry them back to the prop cart today, stood behind them, and took the heavy box in the shaking little girl's hand: "I...I'm back."

Everyone’s first reaction was how the box was talking.

When I looked at it, I realized that there were two legs behind the huge box.

The girl who grabbed Hua Mian and asked her that she had dinner was named Su Yan. She has been in the industry for more than a year. Because she is very arrogant and is not afraid of the cold, she is already very close to Hua Mian in the entire studio... Now she saw her coming back intact, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She snatched the boxes that the dozens of kilograms of men in her hand from her small arm. She touched her from head to toe and confirmed that there were no fewer arms or legs. Su Yan let out a long sigh: "It's so scary. I turned back to the previous scene to sort out things. When I came here, I heard them say you were kidnapped and taken away by the police. What's going on? I wasn't injured? Why don't you reply to send you a text message?"

Huamian was a little dizzy after a series of problems.

When she heard Su Yan's words, she quickly lowered her head and fumbled to take out her cell phone from her skirt. She glanced at it and pressed it again. Only then did she realize that the screen of the cell phone was black and said slowly: "It's out of power."

Su Yan: “…”

Who is running outside the field nowadays without using a mobile power supply?

Huamian: "…"

Anyway, no one wants to find me on my phone.

Facing those righteous and innocent eyes, Su Yan sighed: "Who is that person, why did he come to you?"

When Su Yan's loud voice attracted everyone around him, Hua Mian's face was slightly tense, and she glanced at Su Yan carefully, saying that you were so loud that everyone was watching. Then she had to lower her head and stare at her toes: "I don't know, he seemed to say that I took him something..."

The voice was so low that almost no one could hear it except Su Yan.

But this did not prevent Xiao Wang from squeezing the crowd from squeezing over to Huamian in the morning. Xiao Wang was tall and fat, looking tall like a door panel. Now he was cushioning his feet through the unsqueezed crowd and shouting in a high voice: "Huamian, are you okay?"

Everyone looked at it now.

Huamian hasn't been the center of sight for so many people for a long time. Her face turned red and she was so humble that she almost wanted to bury herself in the ground...

"She's back."

"Why are you holding the grass silently?"

"Like the ghost, it's so terrifying."

"If you want to talk about why that person came to her just now, maybe even if the same-sex attracts her, haha, flies don't bite seamless eggs, and one slap can't sound. Who makes her so strange..."

The sound of confusing discussions around her came into her ears, and Hua Mian's head was buried lowered - her mouth hidden behind her turtleneck sweater gently bit her lower lip. She frowned slightly, not knowing what she had done wrong in this matter to be said.

She was obviously the one who was held hostage.

She just stood there and painted, like an ordinary normal person.

"Brother Wang, I'm fine, thank you, can you let it go..."

Hua Mian was like a mosquito screaming, so she carefully pulled her thin arm out of Xiao Wang's hand of the clothing group. When she was nervous, she raised her hand and put the slightly curly hair hanging down from her ears behind her ears. At this time, she suddenly felt an unignorable gaze that was frozen on her face after passing through the multi-layer crowd. Hua Mian raised her head slightly, but unexpectedly looked across the crowd, looking at the people in the middle of the lights and lighting boards far away.

It is Bai Yi, the male lead in "The Book of Luohe God".

Huamian: "?"

But the other party quickly unscrewed his head, as if the moment of looking at each other was just a chance.

And in the middle of the crowd far away from the darkness where Huamian is—

"At this time, when facing the sudden turning into a war horse, after calming down, the male protagonist should have a contradictory thought. On the one hand, he was surprised, and on the other hand, he began to reflect on whether he had fought in the south and north for so many years and was invincible. Is it because of the extraordinary mount that gradually deepened this self-doubt, he began to become uneasy - Hey, Bai Yi, are you listening to what I said!"

The director's hand rolled up a volume of lines "pop" to the handsome man in front of him.

The man in a coat and dressed in costume lowered his eyes, and his long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes to cover his emotions.

"I'm listening," he said lazily, "...the live art that was rumored to be held hostage by a madman just now seems to have come back."

The director looked confused: "Live art? Who? God, why are you so idle and still have time to meddle in such idiots?"

"...No, either." The man smiled and said lightly, "Just say it, you continue."

...

This day.

It was only half past 2 in the morning that all the scenes today were barely finished.

After packing up my things and returning to the hotel, I washed and lie down, it was almost four o'clock.

Because she is an art artist, she still has some status in the studio and crew, and her strange personality is taken care of by others (...), Hua Mian owns a room herself, and when she returns to the room and closes the door, she can relax. This is what she is most grateful for.

……………………………… She also feels that she is useless. After so many years of graduation, she still feels that communicating with others is a troublesome and difficult thing. If possible, she would rather accompany various props, paste, double-sided tape, scissors and other tools until old age.

Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a while, I was stunned, and in my mind, what happened tonight was slowly playing it at every frame, and it was played carefully. Under the moonlight, the cold eyes of that person...

“…swordslave.”

Put your hands beside you, Hua Mian murmured to herself—

"What is that?"

Turning over, the pajamas made a rustling sound on the soft hotel mattress; the hair that had just been washed and dried was fluffy and warm, and slightly turned its head, and the tip of the nose could smell a pleasant smell of shampoo... The faint rose fragrance made people relax. Hua Mian blinked her eyes, and after she relaxed, the endless pajamas came wildly - in the center of the daze, thinking, "It's a pity that face is not much worse than Bai Yi, I don't know why I'm crazy." I was also vaguely shocked by this idea.

...In the end, my mind was thinking about the crazy man's ice-filled face falling asleep tonight.

Have a dream all night.

It was just a strange way from the third perspective, repeating crazy about the scene where she stood on a chair outside the palace gate and the man standing under the moonlight tonight, he said...

【The sword of Wugui Sword is on you?】

[Sold out the sword of Wugui.]

[My "No Return" clearly felt the resonance of the sword sheath, hand it over quickly, and you will never die!]

...

After sleeping for four hours, she woke up from her dream. The girl sitting in the middle of the bed had a little messy hair. She emptyed her face for a while, then raised her hand and touched her neck with a confused look on her face...

“…”

Fortunately, my head is still on my neck.

But in my dream, the cool touch of the delicate sword was too vivid and scary.

Hua Mian sighed, threw away the things that were not, and got up from the bed - she just had a night scene with her. This morning, she changed to another colleague and crew. She could slowly wash, dress, and then go downstairs to have breakfast before the breakfast provided by the hotel ended...

In winter, hot and tender buns are the most suitable.

With a bun in his mouth, he carried a food bag containing several other buns. He went out early in the morning to go out and the group on his mobile phone. Su Yan, who was just acting coquettishly, sent a WeChat message [I'll arrive later, drink a little water to make you hungry]. Huamian walked out of the hotel gate without any haste.

In the morning, the hotel has few people in front of it, which makes people relax.

In a good mood, Hua Mian hummed a song in a low voice, and the bun in her mouth was a little hot. When she came to the hotel, she whispered and let go of her mouth.

When the bun in your mouth fell, it was accurately caught with your little hands, then opened your mouth and vented like a puppy to dissipate heat.

At this moment, Hua Mian's movements were unfortunately frozen in this silly look with her mouth open-mouthed-

She stared at the ice-faced man with his arms folded and leaned against the tree in the morning sun... she was still wearing a mysterious costume, and her long hair was tied up with meticulousness. The difference was that there was no dazzling sword behind him.

He was originally closing his eyes to rest, but when Huamian walked out of the hotel gate, the cold eyes that seemed to be without any emotion opened. She held a warm bun in her hands, and looked at each other without any hesitation, full of joy.

Huamian: "…"

a bolt from the blue.

He is still there.

He is still there.

He is still there.

That madman, ice-filled face.

He won't come back with her, right?

He wouldn't just wait for the rabbit to squat in front of the hotel all night, right?

…………………………No, right?

ah.

Going crazy.

He stared slightly widened his eyes as the man walked towards him. Hua Mian wanted to turn around and escape, but at this moment, he seemed to have a root under his feet and could not move at once...

Of course, my good mood was already scared to death.

Waiting for the man to come to him, the shadow cast by his tall figure enveloped her, and the man's eyebrows and eyes were indifferent: "Shape."

…………………………… I’ve already cherished words like gold, and I’m so concise.

Hua Mian's lips trembled, and her hands were trembling with nervousness. Under the man's cold gaze, she held a bun with a small tooth mark in her hands and handed it to the man: "Hello, are you, have you had breakfast?"

“…”

“…”

atmosphere.
Chapter completed!