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Wen Yuan found a big towel and spread it on the pillow of the small bed in the caravan, let Zhou Jianan sleep for a while, saying that he was drawing a design draft, and would wake him up when the time came.

In the end, he came over crookedly to wake up the two of them.

"Why do you sleep on the bed and the other on the table?" Wai Wai meant that the two had quarreled.

Wen Yuan received Zhou Jianan's expression of shrugging his shoulders and explaining: "I wanted to help him tell the time."

Before starting the machine, you need to touch up your makeup. Zhou Jianan's makeup is well maintained, and you only need to do some sweating and oiling.

Wen Yuan moved a small bench and sat watching, holding a small electric fan in his hand to blow himself.

"Will this glue harm the skin?"

The make-up artist is an older sister in her 30s, holding small tweezers in her hand to adjust the details: "There are still some, the silicone sticks to the pores of the face and cannot breathe, so you must be careful when removing makeup."

Wen Yuan nodded, the make-up artist sister began to make up the color of blood, and she was also explaining to him, while Zhou Jianan looked at himself in the mirror and Wen Yuan next to him.

The afternoon scenes were mainly action scenes, as well as drag racing scenes. Unnecessary staff members were dismissed to avoid accidental injuries. Wen Yuan just walked around the set.

The town is a semi-abandoned residential area on the edge of the island. Because the extreme weather has often affected daily life and crop harvests in recent years, the government supports relocation, and only a few people still live here.

This kind of abandoned old site always has a sense of horror and weird romance.

For example, a small one-story house covered by tall banana trees that grow wantonly, such as flower vines covered with dilapidated farm vehicles.

Wen Yuan took out his phone and took a few random photos.

"I really can't go..."

I don't know where the voice came from, it was a girl's voice with a crying voice, Wen Yuan felt a little familiar.

Following the sound, he got a little closer, as if there was an open space in a small bungalow, from where Wen Yuan came from just now.

"I beg you, okay? I'll be back in two weeks..." The girl choked up, and her words became more and more unclear: "No, I was wrong, I'll go, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Wen Yuan frowned, but the girl seemed to have received another call and left in a hurry, Wen Yuan never saw who it was.

But it is indeed a bit familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it.

why is she cryingWho are you talking to?

In the end, he didn't search whose voice it was in his mind, Wen Yuan had an inexplicable feeling that this girl was in trouble, and then wandered back with inexplicable worries.

When I went back, I saw that Zhou Jianan had just passed a road and was resting under a parasol with a cup of milk tea in hand.

Waiwai was happily sucking waveba, when Zhou Jianan slapped her arm suddenly, she looked up and saw Wen Yuan not far away, she immediately realized what it meant, and shouted loudly: "Brother Xiaoyuan! Brother Jianan is here here!"

Shouting like this made Wen Yuan feel ashamed, and trotted over with his head down.

"I went over there and turned around." He explained.

Zhou Jianan patted the folding chair next to him and motioned him to sit down: "I know."

Wen Yuan sat down and fanned himself twice with his hands.

"Give."

A cup of milk tea appeared in front of Wen Yuan, and Zhou Jianan said, "Normal temperature, half sugar."

"Thank you," Wen Yuan continued, "I haven't had milk tea for a long time."

Wai Wai watched the show from the sidelines, holding milk tea in both hands, his eyes rolled around.

"Haha, I said, why does the actor want to drink milk tea today? It turned out that he bought it for his lover. We are doing this." The female number one Huang Yi also came over with a glass of juice, and pulled a small stool very familiarly. Sit next to me.

Wen Yuan nodded shyly at him, and said in a low voice, hello.

"Thunder Monkey, Thunder Monkey, my name is Huang Yi, and I will be filming this movie with your husband."

Wen Yuan nodded again: "My name is Wen Yuan."

"I heard that you are an artist." Huang Yi likes to chat everywhere, as long as she is around, it is impossible to have nothing to talk about.

Wen Yuan glanced at Zhou Jianan, Zhou Jianan gave a dry cough and looked away.

Huang Yi smiled and said, "There's nothing to be shy about. This is something to be proud of. My daughter cuts people out of paper every day, saying that she will become a paper-cut artist in the future, haha."

Wen Yuan sent Zhou Jianan another look. He was not shy, but really didn't know how to chat.

Zhou Jianan finally came to his senses, "It's good for a child to like art, encourage him a lot, maybe he can be like Xiaoyuan in the future."

The smile at the corner of Wen Yuan's mouth froze on his face, he asked you to answer the conversation but didn't ask you to answer it like this.

"It can develop intelligence and cultivate hobbies, which is very good."

"I'm very supportive," Huang Yi said hurriedly, "It's fine to like anything, as long as you don't do things that endanger society."

Zhou Jianan saw sweat on Wen Yuan's forehead from the corner of his eye, waved to Wai Wai, and whispered to her, "Find a small fan, the kind you can hold in your hand."

Wai Wai went to the car to find a small electric fan.

Huang Yi was talking to Wen Yuan again: "My daughter likes to watch those little clay figurines on the Internet recently. I thought it was plasticine and bought him a lot, but when he saw it, he burst into tears."

"Did you buy it wrong?" Wen Yuan asked, wondering if she was talking about polymer clay.

"Hey," Huang Yi patted his thigh: "He said that I bought something for children, what is his name, I am too busy to join the group and have no time to buy it, so I have to ask my aunt at home .”

Zhou Jianan suddenly sat up from the recliner: "This little Yuan is familiar."

"Will he know this?" Huang Yi asked.

Zhou Jianan directly took out his phone and turned on Douyin, turned to Wen Yuan's account, opened a random one with a high number of likes, and handed it to Huang Yi.

Wen Yuan is about to suffer from social phobia, as if he had dinner with his relatives when he was a child, and was called up by his parents to perform a show, and he had to show them the videos of the shows he had performed before.

"Wow, you made this so beautifully. It's the spicy kind that my daughter was looking at. Is this an egg peach?" Huang Yi complimented very much.

Wen Yuan said, "Yes, it's polymer clay."

Huang Yi asked: "Where do you want to learn this? I want to find a teacher to teach her."

Wen Yuan has never paid attention to whether there are related training courses, and the soft pottery belongs to a relatively small circle, and everyone plays by themselves.

"It's not very clear."

"It seems that there is no place to learn, just have a little art skills, and then practice on your own." Zhou Jianan explained for him.

Huang Yi became interested: "Then what kind of art do you want to learn? My daughter is enrolled in a sketch class."

A faint smile hung on the corner of Zhou Jianan's mouth, as if he was waiting for this moment, he immediately took out the photo from the phone album and handed it to Huang Yi.

Sitting far between the two of them, seeing the mobile phone screen passing in front of your eyes, why does it look familiar?

"Wow, what is this again?"

Wen Yuan leaned over to take a look, this photo is not the sculpture photo of the dog Rose in his own home.

Zhou Jianan was so happy that he touched Wen Yuan's knee with his leg.

Wen Yuan replied: "This is a clay sculpture."

"Wow'……"

During the half hour of rest, Wen Yuan explained to Huang Yi the related production process of clay sculpture and soft pottery amidst Huang Yi's exclamations and praises one after another.

Huang Yi was very satisfied with the half-hour chat, and agreed to treat them to dinner another day after work.

After Wen Yuan finished his cup of milk tea, Zhou Jianan was finally about to shoot the next scene.

"I don't have a night scene today, we will go home after filming."

Wen Yuan said yes.

Before leaving, Huang Yi warmly gave Wen Yuan a hug.

"You are awesome. I have always envied such skilled people. Sure enough, excellent people will be with excellent people."

After finishing speaking, he did not forget to pat Zhou Canaan's arm: "You are so lucky."

Huang Yi's assistant also came over to ask Huang Yi to go back and touch up his makeup. Zhou Jianan put his hand on Wenyuan's shoulder and squeezed it lightly: "Wait for me, I'll be back soon."

Wen Yuan, who had achieved nothing all these years, suddenly became a very good person in others' mouths, even good enough to be worthy of Zhou Canaan.

I feel sorry for each other, and I can't help being happy.

After standing still for a while, my tired mood suddenly became brighter.

I took out the iPad from the bag and started writing and drawing on the software.

Originally, it was agreed that there would be no night scenes, because the filming process was not very smooth, and it was not over until [-]:[-] pm. Wen Yuan and yy were eating biscuits and milk at the side.

The weather in Beihai was hot, and there were many mosquitoes. Wen Yuan was bitten on his arms and legs by several large bites.

After staying up until [-] o'clock in the evening, with the sound of the scene recording, the sound of discussing where to eat supper came out one after another on the set.

When Zhou Jianan came over, he was accompanied by someone, the director thanking him.

Xie Yiyi became cautious in front of Wen Yuan, looking left and right, and from time to time babbled a few words to the prop teacher next to him who was collecting things.

"What do you want to eat?" Zhou Jianan still had a few white silicone marks on his face after taking off his makeup.

Wen Yuan was full after eating biscuits: "I can do it, how about you?"

"There seems to be coconut chicken near the hotel. I remember you used to like to eat it." Zhou Jianan said.

"I'm not very hungry, just eat what you want." Wen Yuan said.

Zhou Jianan thought for a while, then turned around and asked Xie next to him: "Old Xie, what do you want to eat?"

Thank you for a letter: "Coconut Chicken."

Wai Wai said that the driver was waiting outside, let’s go quickly.

"Wait for someone else," Xie Yiyi said, picked up his phone and looked at WeChat: "I called Zhang Weiwei together, the scolding was a bit too heavy today, the little girl couldn't hold it anymore, it depends on her red eyes Like a rabbit."

Wen Yuan understood that this was to appease the actress.

While waiting for someone, Zhou Jianan noticed that Wen Yuan's arms were all red by the dim light of the studio, so he grabbed his arm in fright and asked, "Are you allergic?"

Wen Yuan took the initiative to raise his arm: "No, it was bitten by a mosquito."

Zhou Jianan's eye shot flew towards Weiwai, and Wen Yuan hurriedly explained: "She applied medicine to me, lit the mosquito coils, and sprayed the spray."

Zhou Canaan's face collapsed.

Wai Wai laughed dryly: "Maybe Brother Xiao Yuan is too fragrant, and the mosquitoes would risk their lives to take a bite."

Like an old mother, Zhou Jianan grasped Wen Yuan's arm and sighed while watching.

"How could you be bitten like this?"

"Hey, here we come." Xie Feng raised his chin to the left.

Everyone looked over, it was the actress Zhang Weiwei who dared not say anything he scolded today.

Zhang Weiwei ran over and was followed by a female assistant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, director, I'm late." After finishing speaking, he bowed to Zhou Jianan next to him and said hello: "Mr. Zhou is good."

Wen Yuan stared at the girl intently, and heard him greet him.

"Hello, teacher."

Wen Yuan replied dully: "Hello."

This voice was the crying girl he met on the phone today.