In order to avoid another sequel to "The Story of the World", Hua Mian squatted in the prop car for one morning and never showed her face again-

She climbed into the prop car and immediately rummaged through the boxes and cabinets. She even bent down and lifted up the white cardboard piled in the corner to take a look. However, in the end, she could not find even something like a scabbard.

...The only cylindrical object that could be stuffed into it was raised and studied for a long time, then she remembered that the horse pedal was not a scabbard, the horse pedal was a flute - carved with bamboo, or a hole she drilled with a small awl with her own hands.

Huamian: "...what, where is it?"

I didn't see the scabbard or something at all... While talking to myself, I put the flute back into the prop box with a embarrassed face. Hua Mian sat back on the small stool with her knees in her arms and became stunned.

Ten minutes later, she changed her posture and stopped staring blankly. She temporarily gave up thinking about the scabbard. She hurried in the corner of the prop car, leaning against the window, using the sunlight tilted out of the window as the source of light, holding a book called "The Book of the God of Luo River" and reading it seriously.

Whenever any description of props appears in the article, she will stop, then pull a sketchbook, write and draw on it with a pencil...

So in just one morning, two or three prop outlines were drawn on the notebook in front of her, with some traces of paint and modification. For some special parts, there are materials that may be marked with the materials used, and they are marked in place in detail.

This is the habit of Huamian.

...Read the original work or script carefully, and then make every possible prop in it.

...If you really want to use it, you can take it out in time so that the entire crew will not delay the shooting progress because of one prop.

——In reality, there is never a real Doraemon, nor does it exist for people with treasure chests. It’s just that when other art props are chatting and resting in their busy schedule, Hua Mian is busy dealing with scissors, glue, foam, pigments and other things, that’s all.

The little girl immersed in the prop design changed her timid appearance in front of others, her eyes focused and bright, and the brush in her hand made a "rustling" sound along the paper with her serious strokes... This was the only sound, there was not a single person around, so quiet that she could almost hear her breathing.

I took a piece of light foam and imagined it in my mind that it was shaped into a physical prop. A stubborn stone and an arrow were polished out finely, and then painted with a spray gun—

The surroundings were astonishingly quiet, but they also gave Huamian a sense of security that others could not match... She was surrounded by the shaped movie and TV props around her, as if she was born to be an inanimate object and should have been with them.

When Hua Mian raised her head again, she heard someone lightly clamping the window outside the prop car.

She raised her head from the original book of "The Book of Luohe Gods" on her knees and found that Su Yan was standing outside. Su Yan made a gesture with her and pointed to the watch on her hand. Hua Mian grabbed her phone and looked at it. Then she realized that it was already eleven o'clock noon.

Huamian: "…"

It's so late.

Halfway through the book on her knees, she unknowingly lowered her head and read the book for a morning... The buns she brought in the morning were neglected in the corner, which was as hard as stones. Hua Mian rubbed her stomach, which was so hungry that she was croaking, and opened the prop car door.

"What's wrong?" Hua Mian asked in a low voice.

Su Yan tucked on the car door: "Today is a male protagonist's diving scene. There is a power box in the pond that was filmed. No matter how the camera angle is placed, it will be missed. The crew asked us to see if there is any solution."

Hua Mian didn't say anything when she heard this. She turned around and crawled into the depths of the prop car. When she came out again, she had a black mask on her face, wrapped a stacked rain cloth in her arms, and took a military shovel in one hand, jumped out of the prop car. She looked at Su Yan silently.

Su Yan: "Can you not wear this broken mask?"

Hua Mian shook her head.

Su Yan looked at the scene of holding the rain cloth and holding a military shovel: "Your style now really looks like a pervert."

Hua Mian lowered her head and stared at her toes, a little injured.

Su Yan's lips twitched, and he quickly took the military officer to comfort him and said that he was talking nonsense, and then dragged the reluctant Huamian to the shooting scene - because of the damn electric box, the shooting progress of the scene stopped, so the director had to use the waiting time to grab several actors and hurry up to talk. At this moment, he heard the commotion and raised his head. He saw Su Yan dragging a slender body and squeezed out the crowd. He stretched his neck and looked expectant: "Huamian is here, help me see if the electric box can be removed, or stuffed it into your Doraemon's pocket to take it away?"

Huamian: "…"

The people around him laughed.

Bai Yi also turned his head and looked at her smiling.

Hua Mian raised her hand, adjusted the mask on her face, and walked silently to the green and rusty electric box that was blowing wind and rain, looked, and then shook the rain cloth in her arms and spread it on it;

Fold the military shovel and open it, shovel the soil, and cover it on the rain cloth;

As the shovel rises and falls, the raised soil falls on the rain cloth, gradually forming a small earth slope... and shovel some surrounding grass to cover it. From a distance, the electric box is gone, and some are just an inconspicuous small earth slope.

The director squatted behind the director's monitor and looked at the camera, nodded with satisfaction and shouted "OK". Hua Mian breathed a sigh of relief and straightened her waist. When she wanted to put away the military shovel, she found that the folded joint was stuck...

At this time, there were still many people around looking at her.

Hua Mian blushed with anxiety. Finally, when she wanted to give up and just carry the opened shovel to the prop car to study it slowly, she stretched out a big hand from her home to take the shovel...

Hua Mian was stunned for a moment, turned around, and then she realized that behind her was Bai Yi in a costume. He folded the shovel in a few seconds, slapped off the soil on the handle, handed it to Hua Mian, and smiled and said, "Thank you for the morning bun."

...Hey, hey?

Hua Mian behind the mask slightly widened her eyes—

He, did he recognize me?

He took the shovel in a daze and whispered "Thank you" in a volume that only Bai Yi could hear. When the other party reminded him, "There is mud on it, don't hold it so tightly and dirty the white coat." Huamian nodded randomly, but didn't hear anything he said clearly. He held the military shovel like a fire and turned around and trotted away, squeezing out of the crowd.

The shooting continues.

For most people, the scene just now is just a small episode.

...

One hour later, it is lunch time.

When lunch time comes, everyone in the crew evacuated from the filming set. In order to ensure that when filming continues in the afternoon, all props and decorations are in their original positions. No one, including the actors, can stay on the filming set for dinner or rest and walk around.

...This leads to people everywhere from the place where boxed fast food is distributed to various open spaces around.

——This happens to be one of the most resistant scenes in Huamian.

But she still had a task with the team in the afternoon, so she couldn't walk far now, so she could only compromise. After Su Yan's repeated urging, she tried her best to delay until most people took the lunch box and walked away, and then she dragged down from the prop car...

"The rest now is probably not delicious. I heard that the most advanced dish today is braised pork rice."

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

"What's so good about this? I'm sorry!"

Su Yan complained, but he still followed Hua Mian in an endless stream... because she knew that if she didn't look at her, the person next to her would probably give up lunch and crawl back into the prop car, and use the cold buns in the morning for the afternoon-

"There are a few tons of gold hidden in the prop car. I keep walking like Smaug (*the greedy dragon in the movie "The Lord of the Rings") all day long."

“…”

When we arrived at the place where the meal was delivered, we found that there were more staff in the crew than we thought. At this moment, there were still long queues... Hua Mian stood up from afar and stretched her neck to look. Su Yan rolled her eyes: "Can you just stand here and look at the lunch box grow legs and walk over by yourself?"

Huamian: "…"

Su Yan found a small stool, pressed Hua Mian down, and told her not to run around. He turned around with Hua Mian's work card to queue up to receive the meal.

Hua Mian was bored while sitting on the bench, so she quietly took out her phone to play for a while. When she went to Weibo, she found that a new press release had appeared on the Internet: [The popular young actor Bai Yi is approachable and gentle to the crew. She actually helped the artists on the scene to clean up the props.]

Picture: Bai Yi held a military shovel in his hand and looked down at a girl with curly hair with her back facing the camera smiling.

Reposted 70,000 to 80,000 on Weibo and commented 50,000 to 60,000, and they all sighed: My Oppa is a positive energy idol.

Hua Mian said "ah" softly, and she felt uncomfortable.

He looked around at a loss, and was secretly determined to put away the white coat on his body today and put it on next year. At this time, he suddenly heard a familiar voice not far behind him-

"Brother, do you know there are inns nearby that can rest and dance? I am a newcomer and I haven't had a day off..."

Hua Mian was stunned for a moment, and her butt turned around on the small stool. She turned around 180 degrees. Then she saw that the man who had just scared her away this morning was standing not far away. She was still wearing the black costume, and her long hair was still meticulous... At this time, he was pulling an extra in a costume and confused face, asking seriously: Where is the inn?

The extra guy holding the lunch box: "Ah? What? Inn? It's not the inn from the ancient tourist town, where did you come from? You ask the nearby hotel? Guesthouse?"

Xuan Ji: "?"

Huamian: "…"

Why is it him again?

Why is it still him?!
Chapter completed!