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After one o'clock in the evening, the film and television base in Rongdian, the set of the period drama "Spring Dawn" is still busy.

The shooting progress of "Spring Dawn" has actually been completed, but after the film was edited, the producer at the company was not satisfied, thinking that the portrayal of the main characters in the film was still a bit thin, and the ending part was not very appealing.

After the director team had a meeting, they planned to add a few more scenes to make up for it.

Just like that, the entire production team, which was already preparing to wrap up, became even more busy.

At 1:25, the director Jiao Chendong, who had just taken a nap in the car with his coat on, came to the set. After briefly explaining to a few busy scenes, he went to the interior scene that had been arranged overnight. middle.

"Guide!"

"Director Jiao is awake?"

"En. You've worked hard, work harder, it's the last show tonight. Hold on!" Jiao Chendong glanced at the set after nodding to a few greeters.

"Um?"

He was going to see how he felt.

However, as his eyes swept across the room decorated in the style of the 1970s, he suddenly felt in a trance.

"Lighting! Field management!" he called out.

"Hey!" The lighting engineer and field manager who were busy at the side immediately ran to his side, "Director, what do you need?"

Jiao Chendong pointed to some of the staff who were still busy in the interior scene, and then pointed to the lights that hadn't been turned on yet, and said, "Turn on the light for me, and let the workers move away first."

"Come on!" The two heard the order and knew that the director wanted to see the effect of the set, so they carried it out immediately.

After a short time, as several staff members withdrew, the entire interior became quiet.

Immediately, the lighting engineer cut the switch.

As the dim yellow light bulbs on the ceiling turned on, mixed with such a trace of warm fill light, Jiao Chendong's eyes widened all of a sudden!

Jiao Chendong is in his forties this year.

As we grow older, those childhood memories have been left behind in the long river of time.

But looking at the sofa in front of him covered with white knitting and sketching curtains, looking at the framed certificates of awards hanging upright on the wall. Looking at the lunch box on the kitchen stove that seemed to have been heated just now. Looking at the desk covered by a thick layer of glass, the desk covered with work plans and old photos, and the thermos pot wrapped in thick rags on the desk.

Everything, together with the lazy and soft light, seems to be the switch of a time machine. In just an instant, his memory was rewinded by forty years!

In a trance, he saw a phantom slowly solidify in the empty room.

That figure was carrying a canvas schoolbag, sweating profusely—yes, he had gone crazy with his friends all morning, tired and thirsty.

The figure threw his canvas bag full of comic books on the sofa, and picked up the thermos. But the water in the thermos was too hot, and he only took a sip before being burned and sticking out his tongue.

Suddenly, another figure appeared on the sofa.

"You still know how to come back?"

"Grandma, are you home? I'm hungry!"

"You little monkey, you've been going crazy outside! Why don't you starve to death if you don't come home after dinner time? Look at what you're made of, you want to exhaust your grandma to death, don't you?"

"whee!"

"Don't be mean to me, the food is in the lunch box. Hurry up and eat it while it's hot. Your father's workplace cafeteria stewed vermicelli at noon today and sent it back specially. Grandma saved it for you!"

The small figure picked up the lunch box. The outside of the lunch box was mottled with charcoal that had been heated countless times, but the inside was shiny with oil.

"Thank you grandma! Grandma, you are the best!"

Seeing the steaming and steaming vermicelli in the lunch box, the small and thin figure threw himself onto the sofa and buried his head in the old man's arms.

The old man smiled kindly, put down the full sewing box and the old clothes that seemed to be endless, stretched out his wrinkled hand, and patted his grandson's head.

On her finger, the thimble that she had used for many years and was reluctant to throw away was full of holes that had been pinned for many years.

Jiao Chendong seemed to be standing next to the sofa, and the intimate pair of grandparents and grandchildren seemed to be within reach.

He didn't know when, he felt the sockets of his eyes were hot, and a stream of liquid passed through his cheeks and flowed to his neck before it became cold.

"Director, Director, are you alright?"

Just when Jiao Chendong was in a trance and couldn't extricate himself, the props on the side pushed him.

The precious memories that had been buried in the dust for a long time and reappeared in the sky were suddenly interrupted, and the two figures that seemed to be within reach disappeared instantly without a trace.

The old face that had been away from him for decades disappeared suddenly, Jiao Chendong was subconsciously taken aback.

Realizing that he lost his composure, Jiao Chendong pointed to the props in the room and asked, "Who made these props?"

On the side, the head of the props team looked at Jiao Chendong's excited appearance, and tentatively asked, "Guard, what happened to these props?"

Jiao Chendong wiped away his tears and said excitedly: "This job is so beautiful! It's been so many years, so many years I haven't seen such a solid prop! It's just... It's exactly the same as what I saw when I was a child!"

"Phew!" The entire crew heaved a sigh of relief.

The head of the props team put down his raised heart.

The crew's budget was seriously exceeded, so he randomly found the most inconspicuous shop in Fudaohua Street, which was a cheap one.

He thought there was something wrong with the cheap ones.

At this time, he was praised by the director, and he patted his chest as if asking for credit, "Thank you director, I did it with the big guys!"

"Get the fuck out of me!" Unexpectedly, Jiao Chendong kicked him directly, "If you have this kind of skill, why are you still working in this crew? Zhang Yimou and Feng Xiaogang were poached away! Say, who is the true master?"

The lie was exposed, and the prop team leader was very embarrassed.

But looking at Jiao Chendong's cannibalistic eyes, he had no choice but to say awkwardly: "The work is too urgent, these small things are all outsourced."

"Which company?"

"It's not a company, it's just a studio. I found a random one on the street of Efuhua Road, called Zhang Ying Props."

"It cost a lot of money, didn't it?"

"No, I found this studio because of its low fees. You also know that our budget is overspending"

Hearing this, Jiao Chendong nodded deeply, recalling the illusion that he had just gone back in time for a moment, he murmured: "There is something in this studio."

After thinking about it, he wiped away the tears from his eyes, and waved to everyone, "Don't watch the excitement, get moving. Today's scene is good, I'll do the last one well!"

After finishing speaking, he explained to the scene manager: "Go, wake up the heroine. Let her go to my car, and I will tell her about the details of this scene."

"Okay, I got it, Daoer!"

Just as everyone was ordered to disperse and prepare to start work, Jiao Chendong stopped the head of the props team.

"Director, do you have anything else to do?"

"Are you all free tomorrow?"

"It's okay, I just need to pack my things, what's the matter?"

"Tomorrow... no, it should be this morning. You, and the service part, go to Zhang Ying's studio for me."

"Ah?" Props grimaced, "It's so far away, what are you doing there? Besides, we'll stay up late tonight, and the big guy is still thinking about getting a good night's sleep tomorrow!"

"Learn! Go there and learn from the people who made these props, how to make props for period dramas!"

"It's not the director, we're almost finished, what else do we need to learn? It won't be used after learning it?"

"Who said it can't be used? Yesterday the company gave me a new script. Our next drama is still a period drama. If the props of the next drama can maintain this level and find a few good actors, I am absolutely confident that I can make a turnaround. Come!"

"director."

"You go first, I will go to make up lessons together after cleaning up the scene tomorrow!"

Seeing the props complaining, Jiao Chendong stared, angry!

Eight thirty in the morning.

After Li Xiaomeng opened the store door and cleaned up last night's battlefield, she sat behind the bar with her breakfast and ate it.

In the house, the smell of yesterday's chopped pepper fish head still seems to be gone.

Smelling the faint scent, Li Xiaomeng felt that the steamed buns and Malatang that he usually ate every day and never felt tired of, it...suddenly lost its fragrance.

Putting down her chopsticks in disappointment, she put away most of the leftover Mala Tang, and walked to the trash can outside the store.

As soon as he pulled on his slippers and went out, Li Xiaomeng saw several cars parked across the street.

Immediately afterwards, a large group of people jumped out of the car!

Led by a familiar face, they all came towards the studio with sullen faces.

She instantly widened her almond eyes.

Crash!

The leftovers in his hands fell to the ground and spilled all over the floor.

Not caring about the rice noodle soup staining the white rabbit slippers on her feet, she turned around and ran back to the shop.

My God, my birthday!

Look at the posture of this group of people, it must be the old man who messed around yesterday and broke the props.

People, this is here to smash the store!

PS: _(:з」∠)_, fell down again, need a lot of recommendation votes to support.