As soon as the bus stopped, the crowd rioted for a while before getting up and getting off.
Xie Ning got up from Zhuang Yan's arms and followed the crowd out.
Just two steps, the sleeve of the suit was pulled.
"Slow down." Zhuang Yan said slowly, "there are too many people, be careful when you fall."
Xie Ning was speechless for a while: "How do I feel... You treat me like a child."
Zhuang Yan got up and naturally took Xie Ning's hand along his sleeve.
Wang gradually happened to pass by the two of them, and when he heard this, he couldn't help complaining: "What a child, he is obviously protecting you like a porcelain doll."
Zhao Yang felt the same way: "Isn't it true, holding it in your hand is afraid of falling, and holding it in your mouth is afraid of melting..."
Xie Ning was teased by them, and his already blushing face completely exploded.
Until he got out of the car, he kept his head down and walked forward, ignoring Zhuang Yan behind him.
Zhuang Yan reluctantly spread his hands: "I am provoking someone to provoke someone."
Turning around, he reprimanded Zhao Yang and Wang gradually: "You two can't say a few words."
Xie Ning was thin-skinned and soft-hearted, no matter how shy he was, he couldn't shake Zhuang Yan's face in front of so many people.
When he walked to the door of a dance hall, the shyness in his heart gradually dissipated, and he quietly held Zhuang Yan's hand.
Zhuang Yan slowly raised the corners of his lips.
The singing and dancing hall is also one of the necessary scenes for shooting the Republic of China drama. The famous Paramount in old Shanghai is not only an entertainment place, but also has an inextricable relationship with all social classes.
Even after a hundred years, this "First Yuefu in the Far East" is still frequently appearing in various dramas of the Republic of China.
It seems that there are not a few scenes of sensual dogs and horses, light singing and dancing in the dance hall, so there is less of the romantic charm of the Republic of China.
Wang Gradually, this playboy looked around with high interest: "Let's go and see?"
Zhao Yang complained: "Don't say that this is just a shooting scene, it's uncertain whether there is anything in it, it's still broad daylight, do you still expect to meet some red roses and white lilies?"
Wang gradually said solemnly: "I just want to feel the atmosphere!"
There are indeed several scenes in the dance hall in the script. Xie Ning hesitated whether to follow up and take a look, so he was pulled forward by Zhuang Yan.
"Those scenes are not important, just let Wang take a look at them gradually." Zhuang Yan said, "Let's get rid of them and go to the opera house in front first."
Xie Ning hesitated: "Will this not be good?"
Zhuang Yan calmly said, "What's wrong."
Xie Ning turned back and glanced at the dance hall. Everyone else went in, and he was the only one who ran away.
Others noticed the direction they were going, and hesitated for a moment, but no one followed.
Zhuang Yan grabbed his arm and walked forward: "Don't look at it, there are some tables and chairs inside, and there is a small stage, nothing to see."
Shainin: "I'm not curious about this."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Are you curious about red roses and white lilies?"
He paused, Xie Ning didn't stop, bumped into him, and he hugged his waist: "Baby, I'm not handsome enough or not talented enough to make you interested in those wild flowers and weeds outside. "
Xie Ning was taken aback by him, and was called "baby" and his body was half soft: "..."
Zhuang Yan had never called him so frivolously before, but he probably spent more time with Wang in the past two days.
Wang gradually teased them baby to baby all day long, Zhuang Yan was unconsciously infected, and somehow blurted out today.
But looking at Xie Ning's expression, he felt that it was not bad to shout like this.
"What's the matter, baby?"
This sound seemed deliberate, Xie Ning glared at him with a blushing face: "You are the baby!"
"And..." He tilted his head to explain, "I'm not interested in red roses and white lilies, I just think it would be bad to leave them there."
Zhuang Yan rubbed his chin and pondered: "It's not very good, I didn't tell them a word, I feel like running away."
Xie Ning was completely powerless: "...I didn't mean that."
Zhuang Yan chuckled lightly, but didn't let go of the hand on his waist: "I didn't tell you earlier, just treat the scenery as a tour, don't be so nervous. Today is only the second day, taking advantage of our interest It hasn't dissipated yet, so naturally I'm looking for an opportunity to sneak out on a date."
Xie Ning's ears were red and he whispered, "Who said he wanted to date you."
Zhuang Yan pondered: "Then... another word, elope?"
Xie Ning: "..." Forget it, let's go on a date.
The Opera House is in front. The door is open, and there is an old-fashioned poster standing at the door. Xie Ning glanced at it, and before he could see what was painted on it, Zhuang Yan pulled him into the theater.
The entrance hall is resplendent, and there are several wooden chairs in the railings, which look a bit like public chairs in the park.
A graceful woman in a cheongsam presumably acted as a receptionist, standing behind the ticket booth and smiling at them.
"Welcome to Broadway."
Zhuang Yan introduced to Xie Ning, "This is a Broadway theater built on the basis of old Shanghai from the 1920s to the 1940s."
The name of Broadway Shainin is still heard, in a sense, it has become synonymous with musicals.
The cheongsam woman took them into the hall: "Although there is no opera performance, there is a holographic scene experience theater on the second floor, which will take you to experience the romantic love of the Republic of China."
A solemn frown: "Hologram... what theater?"
"Holographic scene experience theater, we have posters outside."
Oh, it seems that I didn't pay attention when I came in.
Zhuang Yan was not interested at all.
What a romantic love.
Are there any romances in the script he wrote or the movie he made
Is there a romance between him and Mr. Rabbit's love story
After visiting the performance hall, Zhuang Yan and Xie Ning settled on a few shots that could be used, then lifted their legs and walked out.
The receptionists are still promoting their new theater: "…based on a well-known movie."
Hearing the word "movie", Zhuang Yan's footsteps paused. Seeing that there was an opportunity, the receptionist immediately boasted again, how advanced, innovative and real their new 4D experience was, which made people immersed in it wholeheartedly.
Zhuang Yan turned around and asked Xie Ning, "Go and see?"
Although Xie Ning didn't know why he suddenly changed his mind, it didn't matter: "I'm free."
The two were taken to the small hall on the second floor, where they first listened to an old-fashioned record babbling singing, saying that it was a background plot specially designed to make tourists feel immersed.
The voice was hazy, as if it came from far away.
Zhuang Yan commented: "It sounds good, but it's too hazy to hear what she sang."
Xie Ning blinked, remembering the poster he glanced at at the door, and felt that the voice was inexplicably ethereal and quiet.
He asked Zhuang Yan, "What movie is this based on, should it be related to an opera?"
Zhuang Yan had been abroad for a long time, and subconsciously remembered a name: "The Phantom of the Opera?"
Xie Ning was silent for a few seconds: "There is also a movie in China that was born out of "The Phantom of the Opera", but it is still from the background of the Republic of China..."
"Singing in the middle of the night." Zhuang Yan replied in seconds.
Xie Ning glanced at him silently.
Whether it is "The Phantom of the Opera" or "Singing in the Midnight", while telling romantic love stories, they are mixed with a little horror and horror elements.
Zhuang Yan raised his eyes, clasped Xie Ning's wrist, and asked in a low voice, "Afraid?"
Xie Ning shook his head: "I'm not afraid."
Zhuang Yan sneered: "It's not a shame to say it outright if you're afraid."
Xie Ning still shook his head: "I'm not afraid."
Hearing this, Zhuang Yan raised his brows and looked surprised: "Looking at how shy you usually blushed, I didn't expect you to be so courageous."
"… "
Xie Ning lowered his eyes and said in a low voice for a long time, "Actually... my ability to empathize is very poor. Many times, I can't understand the emotions of others."
Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment.
The joys and sorrows of the world are not the same.
Some people can see tears in their eyes when they read the book, as if they have experienced the ups and downs of the characters in the book, while some people just feel pretentious, or sigh with emotion when they mention it, turn around and forget.
Shainin is the latter.
He knows that others are sad, but he doesn't know why they are sad, why they are sad.
Zhuang Yan's heart moved, with regret on his face: "Then I can't see your fear."
Xie Ning: "… "
Zhuang Yan added, "I thought that when you were shivering with fright, you might crawl into my arms and hold me tight."
Xie Ning looked at him speechlessly: "What are you thinking about every day..."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, and answered without hesitation, "I'm thinking of you."
Shane was completely speechless.
It's a pity for Zhuang Yan: "Since you can't feel it, it's not a waste of time to play this."
Xie Ning pursed his lips: "Also... It's not that I can't feel it at all."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyes: "Oh?"
"It's... very light." Xie Ning organized the wording with difficulty.
Zhuang Yan pondered for a moment and asked, "Is it a better analogy, if someone adds a candy bar to a glass of water, and it tastes sweet after diluting it, it's like you threw sugar into the sea?"
Xie Ning said indifferently: "There is no sea... Is it so serious?"
Zhuang Yan asked, "How much water is that?"
Xie Ning thought for a while, then hesitated: "A bucket?"
Zhuang Yan raised his hand and gently touched Xie Ning's face, with an inexplicable smell.
Xie Ning moved uneasily.
There were other things he didn't say.
Not only his ability to empathize, but his perception of his own emotions is also very weak.
It was so light that it was like the silk that was still connected after the lotus root was broken, and it was still connected, but it would be completely disconnected one day.
Zhuang Yan asked in a low voice, "are you still playing?"
Xie Ning looked at him: "What?"
Zhuang Yan said, "It's this hologram... what kind of emotional experience."
"...It's a situational experience." Xie Ning blinked, "Aren't you very interested in the content of this movie adaptation?"
Zhuang Yan shrugged and said indifferently: "I was just curious about which movie it was before. Whether it's "The Phantom of the Opera" or "Singing in the Midnight", I've seen it, it's the same whether I play it or not."
Shainin glanced sideways at the vintage record, hesitating.
Zhuang Yan added: "Actually, it's still too late to go now."
As soon as these words landed, the singing of the old-fashioned record stopped abruptly, and then a staff member took them to the next room.
Zhuang Yan stood up, but did not follow, and asked Xie Ning, "I listen to you."
"Let's go." Xie Ning hesitated for a long time before deciding, "... It's not good for the staff to prepare a game for nothing, and it may not be the two movies we guessed."
Zhuang Yan smiled inexplicably.
…
If Xie Ning had seen the poster downstairs when he entered the theater, he probably wouldn't have said such a thing.
Facts have proved that the guesses of the two are not wrong. This holographic scene is adapted from "Singing in the Midnight", and even the name has not changed.
The lights in the room were all dimmed.
Xie Ning sat on a chair, in front of him was a vanity mirror that shone with white light.
Before leaving, the staff specially explained that once you enter the plot, you must never leave this chair, so Xie Ning straightened his back and didn't dare to move.
This so-called 4D holography is more of a sensory stimulation.
For example, the flickering lights, the ethereal singing in the ear, and the faint sound of the wind when something passed behind him, people can't help but feel numb in the scalp.
The chair would occasionally tremble twice, causing the person's body to tremble.
Xie Ning subconsciously trembled when his hand was held by something.
Only then did he realize that it was Zhuang next door who reached out and grabbed him.
Xie Ning turned his head and muttered softly, "Why are you still holding me at this time?"
Zhuang Yan's voice had a faint smile: "Anyway, the light is dark, and no one can see it."
Apart from them, there was also a tour group with about a dozen people participating in this round of scenario experience.
There were occasional chatter sounds around, and two screams in response to the scene.
The two of them were talking together in this weird atmosphere, like a couple who couldn't help but whisper while watching a movie.
There seemed to be some kind of plot going on on the stage, but Xie Ning watched it as if he didn't see anything, and the attention was attracted by Zhuang Yan.
Then he heard the woman's laughter.
The sound transmission device was probably installed on the back of the chair, and it sounded directly in Xie Ning's ear, just like the voice that the woman made next to his ear.
Xie Ning's scalp went numb for a moment.
Zhuang Yan clasped Xie Ning's hand in his hand and played with it as if bored, and said casually, "I said I'm not afraid, my hands are shaking."
Xie Ning: "...It's alright."
The mirror in front of him suddenly lit up, and a face full of hair slowly appeared.
Suddenly there were screams one after another.
Xie Ning was not startled by the face in the mirror, but was startled by the scream.
In fact, if you look closely, you can see that in the mirror is the back of a person's head, slowly turning around.
Shainin saw the face of the woman in the front.
"Looks average." Zhuang Yan commented.
Xie Ning looked at it, then nodded: "...It's alright."
Zhuang Yan turned his head to the side and smiled at him in the dark: "It's not as beautiful as you."
Xie Ning: "… "
Putting him and the female ghost together to compare his appearance, how does it feel strange.
Zhuang Yan asked, "Are you really not afraid?"
Xie Ning thought for a while: "It's not that I'm not afraid at all. The effect of horror is there. It is... This kind of stimulation based on the senses, as long as you close your eyes and cover your ears, the sense of horror will be greatly reduced."
Zhuang Yan chuckled lightly.
As the story progressed, the lights dimmed all of a sudden.
All the light suddenly disappeared, including the mirror that once glowed with white light, and it returned to dead silence.
There seemed to be a white shadow drifting across the room.
"Shaining."
Zhuang Yan shouted softly.
Xie Ning turned his head subconsciously.
A hand touched his face, and then his chin seemed to be supported.
"Why..." Xie Ning just said two words when his voice suddenly disappeared.
Zhuang Yan leaned over in the darkness and kissed him gently.
That moment, in stark contrast to thin fear.
It was his feelings for Zhuang Yan that seemed to overflow his chest.
That feeling was too turbulent, beyond his previous understanding of his own feelings, but made him feel at a loss.
And today, in the darkness and screams, he and Zhuang Yan exchanged a lingering kiss.
He touched his heart with his hand, feeling the pounding heartbeat that seemed to ring in his ears.
So strong and obvious.
Everything around her receded like a tide.
The only thing he could feel was Zhuang Yan's beating heart beating in his chest just like him.
…
The itinerary for the next few days was packed.
Xie Ning finally understood why Zhuang Yan was sneaking him out for a date two days ago.
Because there is no such time and energy at all.
Most of the scenes of the Republic of China are actually half a catty, and I can't feel the new idea at the end.
But I still have to walk all over again, sometimes after visiting one place in the morning, I will go to another place by car in the afternoon.
Back at the hotel every night, both physically and mentally exhausted, Xie Ning fell onto the bed, just thinking about taking a good sleep after taking a shower.
No longer have time to reverie all kinds of mess.
Zhuang Yan looked at Xie Ning who was lying on the bed and didn't want to move at all, walked over to him, and chuckled: "Go take a shower first?"
Xie Ning murmured, "Well."
"I'll go back tomorrow." Zhuang Yanyan pulled him up by his hand, "I'll give you a few days off and have a good rest."
Xie Ning breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help yawning again.
It's really tiring.
The two people's things were spread out on the bed in a mess, if it was in the past, they would definitely have to clean up first, but today I really don't have the energy.
When Xie Ning went to take a shower, Zhuang Yan sat on the edge of the bed with a laptop on his lap. He was in a hurry to look at the photos taken these days, and occasionally made a few marks and notes.
The phone on the bed rang.
Zhuang Yan touched it subconsciously, only to find out that it belonged to Xie Ning when he got it in his hand.
is a text message.
Zhuang Yan didn't intend to explore Xie Ning's privacy, but just glanced at it and planned to put it back.
The eyes stopped.
In the sender column, the seven words [Psychiatrist: Ji Wenbin] are particularly eye-catching.
Zhuang Yan subconsciously looked in the direction of the bathroom, his eyes darkening slightly.
Shainin never talked to him about the psychiatrist.
He threw the phone back on the bed, but quietly wrote down the name Ji Wenbin in his heart.
Psychologist…
When Xie Ning came out of the shower, he found Zhuang Yan standing in front of the only small window in the room with a cigarette that was burning to the end in his hand.
He glanced sideways at Xie Ning, snuffed out the cigarette, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Sorry, I couldn't hold back and smoked a cigarette."
Although he was smiling, Xie Ning somehow felt that there was no smile in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Xie Ning wondered, he always felt that there was something wrong with Zhuang Yan at this moment.
Are you addicted to smoking
Zhuang Yan took a deep breath: "It's okay, I guess I'm tired these two days."
Xie Ning did not doubt him: "Oh."
Zhuang Yan glanced at him, picked up the clothes on the chair, and strode into the bathroom: "I'm going to take a shower."
Xie Ning nodded, and just after taking a shower, he climbed into bed with a fresh body.
There was a new text message on the phone. It was the last appointment he and Ji Wenbin had made, and both parties had free time.
Xie Ning looked at the text message indifferently and replied.
[This Saturday at 2 pm, I will be there on time.]
The author has something to say: at the beginning, I wrote the plot that Xie Ning was afraid of, but after thinking about it, I thought it was wrong, deleted it, and wrote this version again.
I still feel that something is wrong, and it is estimated that this chapter will need to be revised later.