Chapter 44

Until the end of the audition, Xie Ning is still staring at Sheng Shisong with bright eyes, regardless of Zhuang Yan's dark face.

He couldn't understand the meaning of Xie Ning's eyes.

Many directors in the face of their own inspiration when the actor, the basic is this look.

There are even directors who create a script for the actors.

When it comes to art workers, it's the look in the eyes of Muses.

The light of creation is the source of inspiration.

Zhuang Yan is very unconvinced.

Generally speaking, the audition only needs to try that short period.

However, in the heyday, song was the man promoted by Wen Xin.

When song finished performing all the clips, applause broke out around him.

At the end of the performance, he put away his wild temperament and put on a gentle smile.

Xie Ning looked at the novelty and couldn't help looking at it more.

Now his mind is full of inspiration, if not for the presence of too many people, would like to fly back to the computer to draw.

Everyone was very satisfied with the song's performance, only Zhuang Yan snorted.

In the heyday, song Dao asked with great grace: "what does Zhuang Dao mean

Zhuang Yan pondered for a long time: "I want to think about it again."

All the people in the room looked over, and even Xie Ning's eyes widened.

I'm not satisfied with this. How high is the requirement.

Fortunately, Zhao Yang knew what kind of temper he was, and his eyes were also selected. He directly pulled his sleeve and asked, "which is not satisfactory?"

Zhuang Yan replied slowly: "the skill is enough, but the emotion is not enough. It depends on a few small movements to support the artificial equipment, and the eyes are not good enough."

He didn't mean to make trouble for Sheng Shisong.

Sheng Shi Song's performance style is a typical method school. In terms of emotion and experience, it can't reach the standard Zhuang Yan wants in a short time.

Zhao Yang thought of his critical energy, and couldn't help rolling his eyes: "the feelings of what can't be figured out for a while and a half, and after a few days of experience in the group, it is estimated that it will be almost."

Zhuang Yan thought about it, but he didn't refute it.

Zhao Yang saw the play, and whispered to persuade him a few words, and finally let him reserve the location of the head.

Wang Congliang quietly wiped the sweat on his head and murmured with the people nearby. After killing him, he did not cooperate with Zhuang Yan.

No director in China can do this.

"Not enough?" When people were almost scattered, Zhuang Yan sat beside Xie Ning without expression and asked in a deep voice.

Somehow, Xie Ning felt guilty and his voice stuttered: "still, OK."

Zhuang Yan felt that his stomach was full of overturned vinegar bottles, and the sour smell overflowed. He could smell it all the way.

Song is so handsome in the prime time. Can't he compare with him?

Xie Ning still held his hand, seeing that he did not speak, he couldn't help asking, "do you have paper and pen?"

He was afraid of the flash of inspiration. He just wanted to find a piece of paper to draw it first.

Zhuang Yan didn't move. He looked at him and raised his eyebrows: "have you really found your own Muse?"

Xie Ning blinked blankly: "what Muse?"

Zhuang Yan lifted his chin to the door: "the one who just left, Sheng Shisong, you don't have inspiration when you see him."

Xie Ning looked at the door, then looked at Zhuang Yan with a strange look. After a long time, he hesitated and asked, "you Are you jealous

Zhuangyan:

Although it is true, but by Xie Ning so said, he inexplicably a little frustrated.

Xie Ning couldn't laugh or cry.

But this kind of zhuangyan makes him feel more realistic.

He couldn't help leaning over, afraid that Zhuang Yanzhen would be angry, and quickly explained, "it's not what you think."

Zhuang Yan drooped his eyes: "you have been staring at him since he came in."

Xie Ning: "normal people see stars Don't they look at it more often. "

Zhuang Yan also complained: "you always look at him during the audition."

Xie Ning opened his eyes innocently: "when audition, everyone is looking at him."

Zhuangyan said You're still watching him after the audition. "

Xie Ning: "I don't have one."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyes and looked at him coldly: "you will have inspiration as soon as you see him!"

Xie Ning was even more confused Didn't you bring me to the audition for inspiration

Zhuangyan:

He was so stuffy that he was blocked in his stomach by Xie Ning and had nothing to say for a moment.

Xie Ning couldn't help laughing and buried his head in Zhuang Yan's neck.

Zhuang Yanshen took a breath: "you still smile!"

Xie Ning suppressed a smile: "it's really not what you think..."

Zhuang Yan looked at him for a moment and asked, "what is that?""You know I used to draw the game's original painting," Xie Ning said

Zhuang Yan said softly, "yes."

"Do you know why I want to switch to the film and television industry?" Xie Ning asked

Zhuang Yan was silent for a few seconds and asked, "why?"

"Because of monologue." Xie Ning said do not open the head, ear tip inexplicably red up, "I am particularly infatuated with the" monologue "screen, and later found a lot of your films, just really want to try to do film and television design."

You said, "move your lips..."

Xie Ning didn't dare to look at him, but he still said: "my source of inspiration has always been you. Today, I will have inspiration. In the final analysis, it is also because that is the man in your film."

Zhuangyan moved in his heart and said in a low voice, "honey, look at my eyes and say it again."

Xie Ning blushed with shame and dared to look at him for a long time: "you are my muse."

Zhuang Yan's stuffy mood was smoothed by such a sentence.

He looked at Xie Ning for a long time, silently sighed, and said in his heart: I am really planted in your hands.

After the interrogation, Xie Ning climbed down from Zhuang Yan with a red face and asked, "can I have my pen and paper now?"

Zhuang Yan was helpless: "can I say no?"

Xie Ning laughed again.

He was given paper and pen. Zhuang Yan was deep in thought while watching him draw the draft without any distractions.

Is Xie Ning afraid of heights?

He went back and forth over and over again what was wrong with Schering.

When I put my hand into my pocket, I felt a piece of paper.

It was the piece of paper that Ji Wenbin wrote to him that day, on which was written his contact information.

Zhuang Yan has been in the mobile phone for a long time, but somehow, this piece of paper has not been lost.

He remembered that he had blocked Yan Xi at the door of Ji Wenbin's office that day.

At that time, Yan Xi frowned and asked for a long time, "what do you want to know?"

Zhuang Yan always felt that Yanxi had a lot of things to say, perhaps out of the protection of Xie Ning.

But there is no denying that zhuangyan hated it.

So his tone is not very good: "it's all in this position. You can't hide anything from me about Xie Ning's condition."

Yan Xi: "doctor Ji didn't tell you, so it's impossible to tell me."

Zhuang Yanchong raised his chin: "Dr. Ji also said that Xie Ning had received psychological treatment before, and you should not know nothing about it."

Yan Xi said, "I didn't say that before..."

"That Schrodinger depression?" Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows. "Do you think I will believe it now?"

Yan Xi choked and rubbed his forehead. Zhuang Yan was too difficult to handle. He couldn't get rid of it.

"I don't mind spending a day with you here," said Zhuang Yan

Yan Xi was silent for a long time and asked, "have you heard of Emotional apathy? "

Zhuang Yan was stunned: "emotion Apathy? "

He shook his head honestly: "never heard of it."

Yan Xi and he looked at each other, don't open his head: "this is Xie Ning's last psychological counselor and he said."

……

[emotional apathy]

Zhuang Yan really doesn't know what this is.

He later searched the Internet to find out what emotional apathy is, and the explanation on the Internet is:

[he is lack of response to emotion and is slow, has no interest in people or things, has no sense of responsibility, does not care about people, and does not like to deal with people.

Even with their closest family members, they can not establish a real and deeper emotional dependence with them. 】

Zhuang Yan always thought there was something wrong, but he couldn't say it.

He asked in his heart, "is that what Chenin is like?

The information on the Internet is not very clear, he turned over for a long time and found the confession of patients with emotional apathy on an unknown website.

What kind of experience is suffering from emotional apathy?

Patient a: I don't feel any sense of anything. It doesn't matter to me whether others praise me or scold me or slander me. It doesn't matter to me, and I don't want to respond.

There is no experience of birth, aging, death, happiness, anger, sadness and happiness. There are few emotional fluctuations, and my heart is like a pool of stagnant water.

When a family member dies, the first feeling is not sadness, but "I am going to cry at this time".

When there is a happy event at home, the first feeling is not happy, but thinking "am I going to laugh at this time?".

Therefore, my tears and laughter do not represent sadness and joy, but my consciousness, like a processor, thinks what to do at this time, and then makes the response that normal people should have.

Occasionally, I feel confused and afraid. I feel terrible, but this feeling is also light.

Patient B: it doesn't matter. I don't care. I refuse to be moved.

I don't like to socialize, and I don't want others to notice me. After getting along with each other for a long time, others will think that I am very indifferent.The coldest to relatives, probably because the relationship is too close, do not know how to respond to this feeling.

Patient C: the biggest problem is the handling of feelings.

I've been in love for several times, but only I know that I haven't paid any feelings from the beginning to the end. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't do anything about it.

The object of love to me is like a toy. It's very novel. Even if I break up, I won't feel sad.

When lovers say they love me, I can say "I love you."

In fact, there is no fluctuation in my heart.

Zhuang Yan closed the page without expression.

To be honest, he didn't believe it.

……

Shenin was still working on the draft.

Zhuang Yan rubbed the paper ball in his pocket, quietly took out his mobile phone and sent a short message to Ji Wenbin.

[Hello, doctor Ji. This is Zhuang Yan. If it's convenient, can you spare some time to talk on the phone tonight? 】

a few minutes later, Ji Wenbin replied that it was OK.

The author has something to say: because a little angel said that a psychologist with professional ethics can't disclose the patient's condition to anyone. I didn't think about this before. Doctor Ji is a professional psychologist and will not make such a mistake.

Therefore, we changed the plot of this chapter and chapter 40 into Zhuang Yan's emotional apathy learned from Yan Xikou. Thank you for your correction.