Zhang Ying's batch of props is a temporary rush job. The crew is about to finish it, but there are still a few important interior scenes that are not good, so they need to be reshot.

According to the original plan of the crew, it was to rush to the end of this week and submit the first version for review.

So the work is very urgent.

Li Shixin originally wanted to wait for Zhang Ying to go home and cook together at night.

But I can't wait for the first thing, and I can't finish the second wait. Until the sound of other shops closing the shutter doors sounded outside, and the street lights lit up in a dim light, Zhang Ying still had no intention of finishing.

Seeing Zhang Ying and Foxconn employees standing in front of the workbench for an afternoon, Li Shixin felt distressed.

Silently, he packed the props that had been reprocessed by himself into the packing box one by one. Then I got up and went out, bought some bread and milk at the small supermarket nearby, and sent them back.

After instructing Zhang Ying to pad her stomach no matter how busy she was at work, she went home alone.

The crew's request was that all the decorations and props must be delivered tonight, so how could Zhang Ying have time to eat? It's just that after distributing the bread bought by Li Shixin to the two employees, the work on hand has sped up a little.

This busy work came to ten o'clock.

With the completion of the last job, the project of more than 60 props in two days of kung fu was officially completed.

Zhang Ying and the three of them were really tired.

Rubbing her sore waist, Zhang Ying waved her hand to the two employees and said with a smile: "It's finally finished, it's hard work! It's too late today, so I won't invite you two to dinner." Tomorrow, let's have a big dinner at the beginning of the night, and comfort us! You two hurry up and pack up, count the props and get ready to get off work. I'm going to give the crew a call. ”

"Okay, Sister Xiaoying. Xiao Meng, a prop master brought out by Zhang Ying is a master, answered, and went to clean up with Liu Shuang, the prop master who was unhappy with Li Shixin before.

"Oh, Sister Xiaoying, everything has been packed up. Seeing that under the shelves of the studio, the items made today had been neatly packed into boxes, Xiaomeng screamed.

"Huh?" Zhang Ying, who was holding the phone, heard the sound and walked over.

I was stunned when I saw that in the big box, the large and small props were neatly stored.

"It should have been cleaned up by my godfather. Zhang Ying couldn't help laughing, and there was a warmth in her heart.

What do you mean by that?

There is an old man in the family, and there is a treasure.

Although she is old and can't help much, these small things help Zhang Ying, who has not received much father's love since she was a child, feel extra warm.

"What's going on with this prop!" At this moment, Liu Shuang, who was looking through the box and preparing to roughly count the number, shouted to avoid omissions.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ying was taken aback and hurriedly went over to check.

Liu Shuang was so angry that he pinched a small prop in his hand and threw it in front of Zhang Ying, "Look at it! How did this good prop become like this? What did your godfather do to my props?!"

Zhang Ying looked at it and sighed in her heart.

I saw that what Liu Shuang was holding in his hand was an iron thimble. It was originally a good thimble, but at this time it was full of big holes and small eyes.

Just when she was stunned, Liu Shuang threw the thimble to the ground, and then turned it over in the box again.

"Damn! This is a good kettle, it took me more than an hour to finish the old pot outside! What is it to cover me with a layer of linen now?! This certificate of merit is specially curled with water, who owes me so much to frame it, and flattened it with a glass plate! And how did this lunch box make it black with fire? Can you still see the original state?!"

turned out those props one by one, and saw that those changes were not made by himself at all, Liu Shuang was crazy.

"Zhang Ying, can you still open this studio? Your godfather is actually a tease sent by a monkey! Look at these props, how do you still use them? Isn't this sabotage?"

"Sister Xiao Shuang, don't be angry! Xiao Meng saw that Liu Shuang was furious, and immediately went up to persuade him. But he didn't want his hands to be thrown away as soon as he touched Liu Shuang's arm.

"Look at these, see for yourself! Each one of them is different from the original! Redo, you said it's light! Such a lot of work, you have to redo it yourself!"

sent a nameless fire to Xiaomeng, which scared the little girl into tears, and Liu Shuang pointed the finger at Zhang Ying again.

"Sister Xiaoying, I'm not dissatisfied because of overtime. I'll tell you on the first day I'm annoyed that people are dictating my work. Just for this, my senior brother asked me to go to his crew to do it, but I didn't go. ”

Although Liu Shuang has a very bad temper, he is still very serious at work, and now the prop master is in a high market, and it is not easy to find such a helper.

Zhang Ying held back her anger and patted Liu Shuang's shoulder, "Xiao Shuang, don't worry, I don't think the damage on these props is big, we can remedy it....."

As she spoke, the phone rang.

It was the phone call from the person in charge of the props team of the crew who called just now, but no one answered.

"Zhang Ying's studio, right? The props are ready, right? We will start work tomorrow morning, you can send it to me now, it just so happens that we are filming the night scene here, while we haven't finished working tonight, we won't delay the shooting tomorrow." ”

After saying a few words on the other side, he hung up the phone without giving Zhang Ying a chance to speak.

It was noisy and busy.

Vaguely hearing the content of the phone, Liu Shuang snorted regardless of the panic on Zhang Ying's face.

"How do you remedy this?"

After saying that, he directly took his coat and backpack, and walked out of the studio without looking back.

"Sister Xiaoying,"

Xiao Meng looked at the door of the store that flickered as Liu Shuang left, and called weakly, "Then what should we do now?"

What can I do?

The crew wants it now, and there is no time to do anything.

Zhang Ying smiled bitterly and shook her head, "Forget it, Xiaomeng, you can get off work." It's too late today, stay safe when you go back. Give me a call when you're home. ”

"Oh, good. But what about you, Sister Xiaoying?"

"I ...... I'm going to send the props to the crew. Zhang Ying looked at the props scattered all over the place, and sighed faintly, "I hope to fool the past." ”

......

Zhang Ying rode an electric tricycle, walked alone through the city that had fallen asleep, delivered the props to the set, and when she returned home, it was already past twelve o'clock.

Tired, I tiptoed in the door and found that the kitchen light was still on.

Look at Li Shixin's house door closed, and there are faint snoring sounds.

Taking off her coat, Zhang Ying entered the kitchen.

She wanted to pour water and drink and go to sleep, but when she picked up the kettle, she found two insulated lunch boxes neatly stacked on the dining table.

There was also a note on the lunch box - girl, if you come back too late, don't eat too much, it's not good for your stomach.

Seeing this note, Zhang Ying's resentment towards Li Shixin, an "elderly ADHD patient", disappeared along the way.

When I opened the lunch box, I saw that the food inside was steaming, and I picked up the chopsticks.

"Stinky old man, how perfect would it be if you didn't care about it?"

Holding a piece of sweet and sour fish in her mouth that can make people can't help but eat their tongues, Zhang Ying muttered.