Shainin has no habit of recognizing the bed.
But the first time he spent the night at Zhuang Yan's house, he rolled on the pillow for a long time but couldn't get drowsiness.
Even though he knew that the mattress and pillows were new, and lying on it, he still felt the smell of Zhuang Yan everywhere.
Zhuang Yan occasionally uses men's perfumes, but not many times, most of them are made of sweet moss, giving people a wild and tough feeling, but they are gentle and calm.
It is difficult for ordinary people to control, but it is very suitable for Zhuang Yan.
I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Xie Ning now feels the smell lingering on the tip of his nose.
He wrapped himself in the quilt for a while, his face became hotter and redder, and finally he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
The floor is covered with a thick carpet, and it is not cold to step on it with bare feet.
The room that Zhuang Yan arranged for him is very large, and the bedside lamp is dim, hitting people's faces, illuminating the warmth of the warm sun.
The balcony and the room were separated by sliding glass doors, and Shainin pulled the heavy curtains to the side.
The moonlight poured in, outlining the faint, fluorescent graceful outline of his body.
Xie Ning didn't know how the sound insulation was here, so he didn't dare to make too much action, for fear of making a noise next door to Zhuang Yan.
But I guess I haven't heard anything from the next door all night, and the sound insulation effect should be very good.
He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the moonlight for a while.
What happened at night was too sudden, and he was stunned, almost as if Zhuang Yan said what he should do.
At this time, he had a real sense that he was really brought to his house by Zhuang Yan.
He picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and slowly turned to Doctor Ji's contact information.
Instead of calling, you can always send a message, right
He opened the text message and poked it letter by letter.
[Hello, Doctor Ji, my name is Xie Ning. I have some psychological problems that I would like to consult with you. When will the appointment be scheduled?]
After typing, he slowly checked again word by word to confirm that there were no mistakes.
But the send button can't be pressed.
His fingers hovered above the screen and began to tremble involuntarily again.
Shainin bit his lip, trying his best to restrain the fear that was churning in his heart.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door.
The sound was low, but still clearly audible in the still night.
Xie Ning was startled, his hands trembled, and the phone slammed to the ground.
He hurriedly bent over to pick up the phone and flipped it over.
I don't know if I pressed something in the panic just now, but the words "sent" were displayed on the screen of the mobile phone.
Shainin: …
Shainin: ! ! !
He clicked on the sending history to confirm several times, and he did accidentally send that sentence to Dr. Ji's mobile phone just now.
The text message is not WeChat, and the sending cannot be recalled.
The dust settled, and finally there was no need to struggle anymore, Xie Ning didn't know if he should breathe a sigh of relief.
He wanted to settle this matter before the movie officially started.
Zhuang Yan and Zhuang Yan were such good people, Xie Ning didn't want to keep him waiting.
For so many years, he seemed to be trapped in a closed castle, and all the love and hate, right and wrong outside had nothing to do with him.
And now, there is finally such a person, who can touch the existence of emotions and make him willing to take the initiative to walk out of this castle.
Let him realize that he can still love someone like an ordinary person.
He tried to step out of the shadows of the past, through the thorns.
Because he didn't want to miss the tenderness that was only once in his life.
At the door, Zhuang Yan probably heard a slight movement, knocked on the door again, and asked softly, "Ning Ning, are you asleep?"
"No." Xie Ning took back his mind, dawdled for a while, and sorted out his clothes and demeanor a little before running to open the door for Zhuang Yan.
However, Zhuang Yan didn't enter the room, leaning on the door panel: "I'll just have a few words with you at the door."
Xie Ning asked: "Yes, is there anything?"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep." Zhuang Yan smiled lowly, and magically took out something from behind, "This is for you."
Xie Ning was taken aback.
It's a blue whale doll.
The lights in the corridor were not turned on, and in the darkness, Zhuang Yan's eyes were gentle: "With it accompanying you, you should be able to have a good dream."
Shainin felt the soft fabric on his fingertips.
Somewhere in the bottom of my heart, it seems to be filled with this kind of softness.
With the company of the blue whale doll, Xie Ning slept peacefully until the next morning.
When he went downstairs, Zhuang Yan had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for him.
"I wanted to fry an egg for you, but I think you don't like this, so forget it." Zhuang Yan said.
Shainin doesn't feel bad about eggs, but he doesn't take the initiative to eat them either.
On Xie Ning's table was a bowl of bean curd brain, salty, with mustard greens and chopped green onion.
Next to him was a cup of his favorite hot milk, still steaming.
Xie Ning: "You feel my taste quite well."
Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "I usually know it after a few more observations. It's not that difficult."
The tofu brain was tender and delicious, and Xie Ning ate most of it in no time.
Zhuang Yan asked him casually, "Eggs are quite nutritious, why don't you like them?"
"It's because it's too nutritious." Xie Ning smiled and recalled the past, "In the third year of high school, the school sent a boiled egg every day, saying that it was to supplement our nutrition, and the teacher must watch us eat it up. ."
No matter how delicious something is, if you are forced to eat it for a year, it will become dull.
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "You reminded me, it seems that I will change the taste for you every day in the future, so that you will not get tired of eating one day."
Xie Ning: "...I didn't mean that."
Zhuang Yan said to himself: "That's it, I will contract your breakfast every day from now on."
… how could anyone rush to cook breakfast for someone.
The bowl of bean curd brain quickly came to an end. Xie Ning stared at the exposed white porcelain jade for a long time, and didn't even know whether he took more advantage of this matter or Zhuang Yan took more advantage of it.
…
Not long after Xie Ning's studio at Zhuang Yan's house was sorted out, it was time to go out to collect scenery.
Not many people went there. In addition to Zhuang Yan, Zhao Yang, and Wang gradually, there were also assistant directors, photographers and a few assistants, adding up to about 10 people.
"Hengdian has a film and television tourism shooting base in Shanghai, most of the scenes should be found, and then the Chedun film and television base in Shanghai is going to go around. I remember there is a Baidu Bridge there, right? There are a few scenes that are more suitable for shooting there. There is also a Street of the Republic of China in Chongqing, you may have to check it out…”
Zhuang Yan also circled a few possible locations for framing: "The scenery in the Republic of China is not easy to take, and it is estimated that several special scenes will need to be built from scratch. I'm almost finished writing the sub-shots, and the art team will give the drawings as soon as possible, and then let people follow the instructions. The scene is divided into scenes... Anyway, busy these days."
"It's only these days." Zhao Yang said with experience, "This is just the preparatory work, not to mention the casting and the scene, the shooting will take half a year, plus the post-production, the screening and the awards..."
He finally sighed and came to a conclusion: "It will take a year to say less."
Xie Ning: "… "
"It's alarmist." Zhuang Yan glanced at him with a sneer, "It's as if I and Zhou Papi have been exploiting you all year round, and it's not that I haven't given you time to rest."
Wang gradually lifted his eyelids and insulted him: "That's not true, you exploit people much more than Zhou Papi."
Zhuang Yan: "... Go go go, I'm much more handsome than him."
The crowd had been making trouble for a while, but they still had to work honestly and work hard. Who made Zhuang Yan not only a director, but also a half-gold father.
The father of the gold master was rich and powerful, and the group went to Shanghai by plane. They set foot on the airport in the morning and arrived at Chedun Town in the afternoon.
Waibaidu Bridge is a landmark building in old Shanghai. It has been built for three generations and is the "Totem of Shanghainese".
Today, the Waibaidu Bridge still connects Pudong with the central city and spans the Suzhou River. It is an important transportation hub in Shanghai.
The real Baidu Bridge naturally cannot capture the scenery of the Republic of China. Fortunately, there is a "cottage" in the Chedun Film and Television Base. Most of the film and television crews of the Republic of China filmed on the bridge of this cottage.
The price of things in the film and television base is several times more expensive than outside, and a bottle of mineral water for 1 yuan may rise to 5 yuan here.
Zhuang Yan bought two bottles, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Xie Ning: "Two sips? Your lips are dry after walking for a day."
Xie Ning subconsciously licked his lips, sure enough he was a little thirsty.
He took the mineral water and smiled: "Thank you."
Zhao Yang muttered, "Why did you just buy two bottles, what about ours?"
Zhuang Yan sneered: "I only have two hands, so of course I can only take two bottles."
Zhao Yang was speechless for a moment, and after a while he said, "Then why don't you ask the store owner to get a bag."
"You expect me to carry a bag of drinks like this?" Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows, "What gave you the illusion that I don't want image and face?"
Zhao Yang: "...I shouldn't have hoped for you."
Xie Ning took two sips of water in his hand and looked a little embarrassed.
But he has already drank it, and it is not good to give it to others.
Wang gradually came out to smooth things out: "Okay, okay, it's just a few bottles of water, let someone go and buy it again. You didn't remember to buy water when you passed by just now."
He turned his head and told his assistant to buy a bag of mineral water and come back, Zhao Yang snorted softly.
Today's weather is quite good, the winter sun is not intense, and it shines warmly on everyone, making people squinting slightly and feeling drunk.
Although it is a copycat version of the Baidu Bridge, when you step on it, the lake is rippling, and the willows on both sides of the river just sprout a tip. Looking further into the distance, it is a mottled shop in the Republic of China. Traditional calligraphy on .
In the bottom of my heart, I can't help but give birth to the change of time and space, and I am in a trance of old Shanghai.
The photographer was probably infected, and excitedly dragged Zhuang Yan to discuss which angle to shoot from here, and what kind of lens would have a great effect.
At first, Zhuang Yan responded to him twice, and then gradually stopped talking.
The photographer is an American, everyone calls him George, and he follows Zhuang Yan's crew when he is abroad. He doesn't speak Chinese very well, so he directly chatted with Zhuang Yan in English.
Xie Ning's English level is good, but there is no pressure to listen.
It's just that Zhuang Yan became quieter and quieter, and his brows slowly wrinkled.
Xie Ning thought it was because of what George said, and just leaned over to listen carefully, and his body suddenly froze.
Zhuang Yan's hand quietly hooked his, and his fingertips carelessly slid across his palm.
Like a feather brushing, Xie Ning was ticklish, and his hand retracted, but Zhuang Yan grabbed it even tighter.
This time Xie Ning couldn't hear what George said later. He resisted the urge to throw Zhuang Yan away, and he was afraid that others would discover their little actions in private, and his body slowly stiffened.
However, Zhuang Yan raised the corners of his mouth, and his heart was filled with a little excitement for this secret move.
His fingers are slender and strong, with well-defined joints, and the fingertips are slightly cold in winter, and he wrote the word "Xie Ning" stroke by stroke.
Then draw a heart.
The author has something to say: what Zhuang Zhuang wrote means: Xie Ning is the person I put on the top of my heart.