In the cold room, Yang Mi, who stood quietly in front of Lu Ze, obediently took the wooden stick.
Just as she was looking for a comfortable grip position, a voice that made her stop her actions and couldn't believe her ears sounded in the space.
"Before making knives, I'll make a custom library for you!”
Her gentle and obedient expression quickly turned into shock and embarrassment.
Yang Mi's fingers that were holding the wooden stick clenched tightly. Her body swayed slightly on the spot twice, and she bit her lips uneasily.
His heart had already begun to churn.
She knew that Lu Ze didn't have any ill intentions and seemed to be a very upright and calm person.
However, she was a girl, and she was staying here alone with him in the dark.
Was it really good to be so straightforward?
Moreover...
Even if it was for filming, even if it was for work, even if it was for props!
In which movie would a prop master make something like this for an actress?
Why did he have to make these for himself!
Even if it was really needed for filming, how was he going to make it for himself?
In just a few seconds, Yang Mi had already imagined countless scenes in her mind.
The word "T-shirt" was also constantly hovering in her mind.
Silence, for a period of time, became the main theme of the studio.
After a while, she finally mustered up the courage to look at Lu Ze and spoke in an extremely weak voice.
"Do you have any special requirements? If you don't have it, you don't have to do it. I brought it myself.”
Lu Ze, who was focused on his work, was stunned when he heard the other party's difficult response. Then, he looked at the red-faced Yang Mi in confusion.
"What did you bring?"
"It's just T-pants."
"Um."
Lu Ze rubbed his temples in amusement.
Knowing that the other party had misunderstood his meaning, he smiled and took a piece of white paper from the table. He picked up the sketch pen and wrote three big words.
"Hey, I'm talking about making a 'custom library' for you! A custom library that includes your figure, grip, and various filming habits, not "
Lu Ze didn't continue.
Yang Mi, who finally understood that she was thinking wrongly, said,"”She couldn't help but scream.
She hurriedly covered her mouth. At this moment, she only wanted to find a crack in the ground and immediately hide.
The dim yellow light projected a small area in the dark space.
After clearing up this small misunderstanding, Lu Ze didn't dwell on this issue anymore.
After guiding Yang Mi to find the most comfortable grip position on the two wooden sticks, he followed up with a lot of different quality items to help her test the most suitable weight of the blade!
The quiet night was considered a peaceful time.
Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner!
At the same time, outside the film set, in the streets of Qingcheng Town.
Qin Chuan, who was sweating profusely from running, finally stopped in front of an antique homestay.
He held his knees and panted a few times before turning his gaze to Zhao Ping, who was also exhausted.
"I've asked around. Is he staying at this house?”
"Don't worry, Director. There won't be any problems this time!”
"Alright, I'll go in then!"
After bringing Zhao Ping into the small courtyard of the homestay, Qin Chuan, who was about to walk to a stone table in the courtyard, noticed that Zhao Ping was rushing up to the second floor in a hurry. He immediately raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll go invite those elders. Otherwise,"
"Can you use your brain!"
Qin Chuan, who was fuming with anger, once again spoke in an unfriendly tone.
"Who are they? Who am I? Just how much face do I have to make these elders condescend to meet me?”
"Then…"
"Wait!"
Qin Chuan said in a low voice before turning around and walking towards the stone table.
"Let's see if the elders will go out later."
"Um, what if they don't go out?”
"Continue waiting!"
"But it's almost 10 o'clock. What if they're asleep?"
Qin Chuan, who had already landed on the stone bench, casually glanced at Zhao Ping after hearing his words.
"Then let's wait for one night!"
The cold moonlight moved slowly as time passed.
At one o'clock in the morning, Yang Mi, who had finally completed all the preparations before forging the knife, dragged her tired body back to the hotel.
Qin Chuan, who was sitting quietly on the stone bench, had not taken a single step out of the courtyard for more than three hours!
until
The dark night that shrouded everything was finally replaced by a few wisps of white in the eastern sky.
On the second floor, a wooden door that had been closed for an entire night was casually opened. After that, a face that made Qin Chuan's spirits rise again with just a glance appeared!
"Elder Liu!"
After watching the old man go downstairs with a heart full of apprehension, Qin Chuan hurriedly went up to him. Then, under the other party's somewhat puzzled gaze, he introduced himself and solemnly apologized.
The old man who knew who he was only waved his hand lightly and smiled.
"It's fine. We didn't want to disturb Little Lu yesterday. You're too polite!”
"However, since you're here, you can bring us old men to your territory again! I really didn't sleep well last night when I didn't see Little Lu!”
Fifteen minutes later, in the noisy set.
Under Qin Chuan's lead, a group of elderly people stood outside Lu Ze's studio.
Qin Chuan, who had been maintaining a stooped posture, grabbed the personal assistant that he had assigned to Lu Ze.
"What is that Little Lu doing now?”
"Oh, Director, he's making props! I was originally in the room, but he said that it would take a long time and that he liked to do it alone in silence, so he let me go out first."
"Alright, I got it. Go do your work!”
After sending the other party away, Qin Chuan turned around and smiled at the elders.
Then, he raised his hand and pretended to push open the studio door.
However, just as his fingers touched the door handle, a strong force came from his arm.
An anxious and blaming voice followed closely behind.
“欸？What are you trying to do?"
"I-I'll call Little Lu out first. Aren't you guys?"
"What are you shouting for?"
The old man suddenly raised his voice and rolled his eyes at Qin Chuan.
"Didn't you hear that he's making props? Don't disturb him."
"But you came, he…"
"So what if we're here? We'll just wait!"
The elders nodded at the same time and sat on the stools in the aisle.
"Elder Liu, Elder Xu. You heard it just now. The assistant said that he might have to work for a long time."
"Go get a few more stools!"
The old man surnamed Liu, who waved his hand to interrupt Qin Chuan's voice, looked at the tightly shut wooden door.
Then, he said something that caused Qin Chuan to be completely dumbfounded.
"Since it's been a long time, then..."
"I've been waiting!"
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