Click!

The subtle noise is not noticeable in the surrounding noise.

Song Ci turned his head violently, facing a middle-aged man with a camera outside the crowd with an eager face.

Seeing her look over, the man excitedly pressed the shutter again and slapped her in the face.

"Perfect! It's so easy to shoot! It's a movie face!"

Hearing this exaggerated compliment, Song Ci lowered his mouth in embarrassment.

She didn't think that "having a movie face" was a compliment, and the same can be referred to the famous shoehorn face.

Above.

The man caught her smart and changing expression in time, and clicked again, and then he realized that he was afraid that he was scared of other little girls.

He hurriedly put down the camera, squeezed out a simple and kind smile, and left Uncle Yuan to run over to talk first:

"Don't be afraid, children, Uncle is not a bad person. ”

Song Ci pursed his lips, looked at his shiny back speechlessly, and remembered a sentence in the model essay that he had borrowed from his elementary school composition:

The hair was so slippery that the flies split when they fell.

Well, I've seen the real version.

Song Chunan turned slightly sideways, protected his daughter in front of him, and twisted his eyebrows to look at the visitor:

"Who are you?"

The tone is impatient and unkind.

Dare to scare his daughter like this, owe a beating!

"You are the parent of this child, right? Hello comrade, my name is Xu Weijun, and I am a cameraman and filmmaker. ”

Xu Weijun brightened the camera hanging on his chest and introduced himself, ignoring the other party's unfriendliness, still enthusiastic as if he had met an old acquaintance in a foreign country.

Filmmakers? They rednecks can still do this? Deceive!

The people around quieted down, and they watched the excitement in the open and in the dark.

"He's really ......" Yuan Xiaojing just wanted to help say something, but was interrupted by Xu Weijun, who only had Song Ci in his eyes.

"This is my work card! I am the cameraman of the crew of "Sunflowers", and I have made several films, but I am all deputies; this is the first time I have taken the lead and been the main cameraman of the crew. I'm not humble enough to say that I'm going to win the prize!"

"This has to be my first official work, and it is of great significance! There can't be a little sloppiness in the selection of filming locations and actors! I have the right to speak!"

His eyes widened, and his Mandarin with a southern accent revealed a different kind of seriousness.

Song Ci poked her head out of her father's shoulder and looked at him.

From him, she felt a familiar enthusiasm.

It is a kind of devotion and love that is extremely conscientious and responsible for the cause of one's own work, bordering on fanaticism!

It's a bit like the smell of the experts who studied virus vaccines in the laboratory in their previous lives!

It's just that there is still a lack of self-sacrifice and fearlessness, but it is already rare.

Who's to say that this person won't be more persistent and obsessed in the future?

Song Ci loved Wu and Wu, and smiled at him slightly.

Uncle, I'm optimistic about you, come on!

Xu Weijun's heart trembled, his hand picked up the camera faster than his brain, and pointed it at her and clicked again!

The mouth rejoices in admiration:

"Fortunately, my eyes are quick! It would be a crime to miss such a beautiful world! An angel came to the world! Yes, that's the name!"

Xu Weijun raised his head sharply and stretched out his hand to pull the little girl, for fear that someone would run away.

"You have to shoot it! I have to shoot it! I will shoot you beautifully, ouch, it hurts! Let it go!"

Song Chunan intercepted the dishonest hand halfway and unceremoniously increased the strength of his hand.

In front of his father, he dared to do it? When he died!

Don't look at Song Chunan's usual laziness when he works in the production team, but in the end, he does farm work all year round, and the strength in his hands is not comparable to Xu Weijun's touch camera.

Xu Weijun's face was crooked in pain, and he bent down and asked for mercy again and again.

Uncle Yuan and Yuan Xiaojing hurriedly came up to stop it.

"Misunderstanding! He's really from the film studio! Don't do it!"

In the chaos, Song Ci suddenly grinned, lay on his father's shoulder, and said in a milky voice:

"Are you wrestling your wrists? Come on, Dad!"