Best wishes for animation production

Along the way, almost half of Kyoto, Mihara Chisa collected card after card of original paintings. The original paintings on the back seat of the car were stacked higher and higher, and finally the car stopped in front of an ordinary house with a yard in the suburbs.

The thunder had been ringing in the sky for some time, but it seemed that it could no longer hold it in any longer, and heavy rain poured down.

Chisa Mihara turned off the engine, leaned out from the driver's seat, picked up the folding umbrella placed on the back seat, and then touched the side with her hand, only to find that the empty card pocket was used up.

She sat back in the driver's seat and looked at the pouring rain outside. After thinking about it for a while, she chose to drive the car forward, then opened the door and braved the rain to arrive in front of the house.

Because of the sound of rain, she knocked a little harder and knocked on the door.

The door was opened quickly, and a man with glasses who looked very gentle and in his thirties, but was actually over half a century old opened the door. He put his index finger to his mouth and whispered to Chisa Mihara. With a gesture, he welcomed the other person in and closed the door.

Entrance.

"Sorry, my wife and children are asleep, please keep it a little quieter." The man explained softly, and raised his hand towards Mihara Chisa, beckoning her to come in.

Chisa Mihara looked at her ankles and skirt that were wet by the rain, and shook her head.

The man smiled and did not force himself. He walked into the corridor alone, opened one of the doors gently and walked in. Then he came out quickly, with a stack of original paintings still covered with eraser shards in his hand. .

It should have just been driven out not long ago.

He handed the original painting to Mihara Chisa and said with a smile: "Mihara-san, you really gave me a big trouble. First you asked me to draw a difficult fighting card, and then you said no in the middle of the drawing, and then asked me to draw it again. I’m almost exhausted from drawing this kind of daily card, which seems simple but is actually very troublesome.”

It turns out that he is the freelance animator who talked to Chisa Mihara.

Chisa Mihara briefly checked the other party's original painting and found no problems. She was silent for a moment and bowed deeply while holding the original painting.

"I'm kidding." The man raised his hand, "You have to pay for things, but remember to make an appointment next time... It seems too arrogant to say make an appointment, but you still have to tell me in advance, after all, I still have other animations As a semi-restrained member of the company, I will be miserable if they find out that I secretly drew so many cards for you and tried my best."

"I will definitely pay attention next time. I'm very sorry for causing you trouble."

Chisa Mihara bowed again.

willingly.

This man who is considered to be one of the best in the industry takes great care of her. He has done so since the beginning of the relationship. After so many things happened, he still remained the same as before and really helped Mihara Chisa a lot at work.

"When thanking others, just bowing is not enough. Then the spirit of craftsmanship has become the spirit of craftsmanship. Thank you should be kept in your heart." The man said with a smile on his face, seriously, not as if it was for himself, It seems like he is teaching the younger generation.

Chisa Mihara straightened up, nodded, and said nothing.

"By the way, how was the fight card in the last episode of the animation you are currently in charge of? Is it okay?" A smile reappeared on the man's face.

Chisa Mihara hesitated for a moment and said: "No problem, it's almost finished. I took a look at it earlier and I guess it will be completed when I go back."

"That's good. What kind of person is he? Is he old? I've never heard of someone with this kind of painting ability. It's really rare."

"Not very old." Chisa Mihara shook her head, and added in a strange way: "It would be better to say she is very young, very young, and very beautiful."

"Then have you apologized?" The man didn't care much about the beauty Mihara Chisa said and changed the subject.

Chisa Mihara: "..."

The man sighed, "I still have to apologize properly. After all, it's very hurtful to not be trusted by others. I'm obviously trying my best, but the staff still has to find someone to prepare to 'replace' me. I just think about it." It’s uncomfortable. It’s not easy for women, whether they are production managers or animators. There are inherent disadvantages due to gender. You have also been through that stage. You should know the pain involved, so for women, especially young women, You should still be more tolerant, and I ask you to do so, even if it’s for your former self.”

"...I know." Mihara Qiansha lowered her eyes and nodded.

"Sorry, people tend to talk too much as they get older. Are you in a hurry to get back to the company? Shall I see you off?" The man glanced in the direction of the door, listened to the loud sound of rain, thought for a while, and turned around to go into the house to get it. umbrella.

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome." Mihara Chisha shook her head, picked up the folding umbrella next to the door, opened the door and went out.

The strong wind carried the raindrops and blew them into the house. While it brought a cool feeling, it also completely wet the hem of Mihara Chisa's skirt, which was already a little wet.

The man was a little worried and asked, "Is it really okay?" After getting a positive answer, he didn't force himself any more. He stood in the corridor and raised his hand towards her.

Chisa Mihara opened her umbrella, faced the wind and rain, and walked out of the door.

It was windy and rainy outside, and it was dark. It was completely opposite to the peaceful scene inside the house. Chisa Mihara held an umbrella in one hand and hugged the original painting in her arm. She gently closed the door with the other hand, then took out her mobile phone and turned on the flashlight. With the help of the mobile phone flashlight The light walked slowly forward on the ground that had become somewhat muddy.

Fortunately, the car was parked at the entrance of the small courtyard. Otherwise, for the safety of the original painting, Chisa Mihara would have stood inside the house for a while and waited for the rain to subside before going out and leaving.

As for the option of asking others for help, she didn't seem to have considered it.

Why don't you consider asking others for help? Chisa Mihara, who was trying her best to protect the original painting on her chest to avoid being hit by raindrops, thought of the past and suddenly tightened her cell phone and umbrella. She hated both her former colleagues and herself.

In a slightly lost state, even Chisa Mihara herself didn't notice that her steps were a little chaotic and accelerated.

Perhaps subconsciously, he realized that her current mental state was not good, and she wanted to return to a closed and clean car to calm herself down.

But fate or God really likes to play tricks on humans sometimes.

Wow.

Because of the man's words, because of what Gu Xue said in the toilet, and because of what she did, one face after another flashed through her mind. Chisa Mihara stepped on a pothole that was already filled with water.

If she had walked slower nothing would have happened, but she was in too much of a hurry.

I was tripped directly.

When Chisa Mihara came back to her senses, she was already leaning back and about to fall.

The original painting that he was trying to protect on his chest fell away and was blown away by the strong wind in the air, scattering in all directions.

It happened that a thunder fell, illuminating the surrounding environment.

Chisa Mihara leaned back and saw the original paintings flying in the air. One of them was facing her. It was a close-up of the protagonist, with an arrogant smile, as if he was mocking her.

boom.

The pale-faced Chisa Mihara fell to the muddy ground, causing a large splash of water.