In the next three days, Wen Xi spent all his time behind Master Yan to learn the production of Qi Bi except for shooting, and the final shooting effect was like that of a professional pen maker.

And the filming of the documentary was not as slow as imagined, when Wen Xi said the question in his heart, the second-generation director couldn't help but light a cigarette and put it in his mouth, looking unfathomable.

"Wen Xi, you have also filmed several big-budget film and television dramas, and you have worked with more than double digits of super-actors, you should know that the biggest obstacle to filming is actually people. We can save no money, but things related to people are the most troublesome. The actors do not cooperate, their acting skills are poor, they steal the scene, and the actors and crew do not cooperate properly, which will break a harmonious picture. And when the protagonist of the story is not a human, I just need to understand his growth rules, living habits, and then shoot what I want at the most suitable time and place. "The second-generation director can mix with his current status, and it is hard for Wen Xi to imagine what he has experienced, but it is the most troublesome thing to understand things related to people after going through too much.

"Hmm. Wen Xi nodded, his social circle in his two lives was relatively narrow, and people he didn't like basically had the possibility of deep friendship, and he hadn't encountered anything that forced him because of others.

"You follow Master Yan to the pen-making room, there is no shooting task for you today. After smoking half a cigarette, the second-generation director remembered that Wen Xi was still a minor, and extinguished the cigarette by the pool at the moment. Wen Xi is relatively sophisticated, so much so that the second-generation director has forgotten the fact that Wen Xi is only fifteen years old.

"Good. Wen Xi didn't refuse, walked around a few rows of wooden houses and walked into the pen-making room where Master Yan was, still looking more and talking less as a wooden man.

Dinner is still solved in the cafeteria, since Wen Xi commented on the braised pork of the canteen chef, the chef has never appeared in front of Wen Xi again, and the average cooking is about 4 points, which is said to be much better than before.

"Wen boy, it seems that you won't shoot tomorrow morning, it's too wasteful to nest in a pen factory. Get up early, Uncle will take you to climb the mountain. "Master Yan eats the dishes Wen Xi picked for him. Since he found out that even if he ate in the same canteen, Wen Xi's food was better than his own, Master Yan handed over the arduous task of cooking to Wen Xi.

"It looks like there's a light rain tomorrow morning. Wen Xi looked at the weather, the light rain turned cloudy, the air humidity was relatively large, and it was easy to get wet clothes when climbing the mountain in the morning, and wet clothes were easy to catch colds.

"It's just that we have to climb the mountain when it's raining, and we see how beautiful the flowers are in the fog, and the mountain we climb is not high. If you don't see the pear grove on the mountain behind the pen factory, you can climb it. Yan Tianleng knew what Wen Xi was afraid of, but there is a promenade for tourists to walk in Lihua Mountain, which can neither rain nor slippery, and it is a shame to say that it is Yan Tianleng who climbs the mountain!

"Then give me time. "The crew has already climbed Pear Blossom Mountain, and they can climb to the top of the mountain in about ten minutes. It is said that there is a small wooden house on the back side of the mountain, and a few early-ripening pears have been bought from Ewha Mountain, which are sweet and juicy.

"It doesn't have to be too early, around ten o'clock. Yan Tianleng touched the stubble on his chin and said, "I will leave at ten o'clock, and I will be able to go to Brother Park's house at half past ten." There is still half an hour left for the host's house to go up the tree to pick pears and go down to the ground to fold vegetables, and the meal can be started at about twelve o'clock.

“…… Oh. "Wen Xi knows more old people with strange habits, such as Lao Liu, who is not short of money but still has to get up early to sell bean curd, Uncle Hua who has nothing to do and goes to the river to walk birds and a group of uncles who pretend to brag (in fact, people are telling the truth), and Fu Wenxi, who gets up early at ten o'clock and climbs a two-hundred-meter-high mountain, doesn't think it's a problem.

"Well, can you get up at half past nine? Don't eat breakfast, I'll take you to pick fresh pears at ten o'clock." Yan Tianleng repeatedly confirmed that children now like to lie in bed the most...... Well, it's he who doesn't want to get up when he's in bed.

"Uh...... If I get up at half past nine, I can't do it......" Wen Xi gave such an answer for a long time, he has been in the past for three years, but he really hasn't slept until half past nine and got up, and he will be refreshed at half past six and can no longer sleep.

"Then you can make a few more troubles...... No, you kid talking back to me?" Yan Tianleng put down the chopsticks in his hand, if he couldn't hear Wen Xi talking back at such an age, he would really live to the belly of a dog.

"Ahem, I'll wait downstairs at half past nine. "Wen Xi picked up the dinner plate and fled, if you don't see through it, old man, why do you have to say it!

"Hmph~ Why are you going so early? Brother Park is busy before ten o'clock, and he can only wait if he goes early. Yan Tianleng muttered as he put away the dishes.

You have to bring some gifts when you go up the mountain to eat, a cage of Ludi meat buns? No, no, no, the meat buns in the canteen are available in limited quantities, and if you can buy them, it's not enough for the strict master to eat! Then bring him a pot of wine?

Then change to wine, and when the New Year was over, the grandchildren gave a bottle of Fenjiu and didn't seem to have drunk it. This is even worse, although Fenjiu is cheap, but this is the first time that the grandson has bought a gift for Master Yan after work, how can such a precious wine be given to Brother Park?

Yan Tianleng thought of a headache and didn't decide to bring the door and things up the mountain the next day, so he would be optimistic about it then!

After six o'clock in the evening, it was getting dark, and soon a light rain began to fall, and patches of misty mist rushed from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Wen Xi was lying on the balcony with camera equipment in his hand, and took all the fans in the live broadcast room to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the rain, and many jade seals (the nickname of Wen Xi's fans) said that the screenshots were all a desktop background.

Cai Rong drove the SLR to take countless test shots and finally took a satisfactory photo, CCTV Documentary Channel wanted to make a highlight collection for Wen Xi, and Cai Rong wanted to take a few photos of Wen Xi's life and put them in the collection as a gift to fans.

When there was no light in the sky, the mountain breeze gradually rose, wrapped in full of water vapor and rushed straight to Wen Xi, the camera used for the live broadcast was blurred by the water vapor, not to mention, and the warm hair was also hung with dots of white mist.

"Ahh

"Goodbye!" Wen Xi wiped the camera and waved at the jade seals, wrapped in a large towel and walked into the rudimentary shower room.

Fortunately, the hot water coming out of the shower head was quite warm, and Wen Xi rushed to warm his whole body before getting dressed and came out.

"Hee-hee, you drink a cold powder to prevent it first, and then change into this long-sleeved pajamas. Cai Rong's mother listened attentively to the movement in the shower, and after Wen Xi turned off the water, Cai Rong was boiling water to flush cold medicine.

"Good. Wen Xi didn't refuse, he checked the system manual again when he took a bath just now, the system should have no way to invade bacteria, and once he contracted a seasonal cold, Wen Xi could only rely on his own resistance.

Turning into the warm quilt, Wen Xi fell asleep without reviewing the production process of Qi Pen, and the sky was already dark when he was woken up by Xiaoice.

"Half past five...... It's a bit excessive!" Wen Xi propped himself up and retracted back on the bed, the wall basin was on the hanging watch, Wen Xi was not short-sighted, he could see the time clearly when he looked up!

QQ Xiaoice didn't open his mouth to wail is already good, it lies on Wen Xi's belly and sleeps well, Wen Xi tickles and almost scratches its stomach!