Until the end of the audition, Xie Ning still stared at Sheng Shisong with bright eyes, ignoring the darkened face of Zhuang Yan next to him.
The meaning of Xie Ning's eyes couldn't be clearer.
Many directors have this look when they meet an actor who makes them burst into inspiration.
There are even directors who create a script specifically for the actor.
When it comes to art workers, it is to meet the eyes of the muse.
The light of creation, the source of inspiration.
Zhuang Yan was very dissatisfied with this.
Generally speaking, the audition only needs to try for a short period of time.
But Sheng Shisong is someone who Wenxin strongly pushes.
When Sheng Shisong finished performing all the clips, there was applause around him.
Sheng Shisong is quick to enter the play, and the play is also quick. When the performance is over, he puts away his slutty temperament and puts on a gentle smile on his face.
Xie Ning looked at the novelty, but couldn't help but take a second glance.
His mind is full of inspiration now. If there were not too many people present, he would like to fly back to the computer and draw it immediately.
Everyone was satisfied with Sheng Shisong's performance, only Zhuang Yan snorted softly.
Sheng Shisong asked very gracefully, "What does Director Zhuang mean...?"
Zhuang Yan pondered for a while: "I have to think about it again."
Everyone in the room looked over, and even Xie Ning's eyes widened.
This is not satisfactory, how much is that demanding.
Fortunately, Zhao Yang knew what kind of temperament he was, and he was also picky, pulling directly at his sleeve and asking, "Why are you still not satisfied?"
Zhuang Yan replied slowly: "Enough skills, but not enough emotion, relying on a few small actions to support the character, the eyes are not enough."
He didn't mean to make things difficult for Sheng Shisong.
Sheng Shisong's performance is a typical method school. In terms of emotion and experience, he will definitely not be able to achieve the standard that Zhuang Yan wants in a short period of time.
Zhao Yang remembered his picky spirit and couldn't help rolling his eyes: "I can't figure it out for a while, but after joining the group and experiencing it for a few days, I guess it's almost the same."
Zhuang Yan thought about it for a while, but didn't refute it.
Seeing that there was a play, Zhao Yang whispered a few words to him, and finally let him nod his head reservedly.
Wang Congliang quietly wiped the sweat from the top of his head, and whispered to the people next to him that he would not cooperate with Zhuang Yan after killing him.
No director in the country can do it so hard.
"I haven't seen enough yet?" Zhuang Yan sat next to Xie Ning expressionlessly and asked in a deep voice when the crowd was almost dispersed.
For some reason, Xie Ning felt a little guilty for some reason, and his voice stuttered: "It's okay, it's okay."
Zhuang Yan felt that his stomach was full of overturned vinegar bottles, the sour smell overflowed, and he could smell it from afar.
This Sheng Shisong is really so handsome, can't he be even better than him
Xie Ning was still holding his hand. Seeing that he didn't speak, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you have a pen and paper?"
He was afraid that inspiration would fade away, and he just wanted to find a piece of paper and draw it first.
Zhuang Yan didn't move, so he looked at him at ease, and raised his eyebrows: "Have you really found your muse?"
Xie Ning blinked blankly: "What muse?"
Zhuang Yan raised his chin towards the door: "the one who just left, Sheng Shisong, you didn't get inspired when you saw him."
Xie Ning looked at the door, and then at Zhuang Yan, who looked strange, before hesitantly asked for a while, "Are you... jealous?"
Zhuang Yan: "…"
Although it was true, when Xie Ning said this, he was inexplicably discouraged.
Xie Ning couldn't help laughing.
But Zhuang Yan like this made him feel a little more real.
He couldn't help leaning over, afraid that Zhuang Yan would be really angry, and hurriedly explained: "It's not what you think."
Zhuang Yan lowered his eyes: "you have been staring at him since he came in."
Xie Ning: "A normal person sees a star... don't they all look twice?"
Zhuang Yan complained again: "You kept looking at him during the audition."
Xie Ning opened his eyes innocently: "Everyone was looking at him during the audition."
Zhuang Yan: "...you're still watching him after the audition."
Xie Ning: "I don't have it."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him, and snorted coldly, "As soon as you see him, you will be inspired!"
Xie Ning was even more confused: "...you brought me to the audition, didn't you just come for inspiration?"
Zhuang Yan: "…"
He was so sullen that he was blocked by Xie Ning in his stomach, and he was speechless for a while.
Xie Ning couldn't help laughing and buried his head in Zhuang Yan's neck.
Zhuang Yan took a deep breath: "You're still laughing!"
Xie Ning held back his smile: "It's not what you think..."
Zhuang Yan stared at him for a while and asked, "What's that?"
Xie Ning said, "You know I used to draw original game paintings, right?"
Zhuang Yan gave a soft "um", "I know."
Xie Ning asked: "Then do you know why I want to switch to the film and television industry?"
Zhuang Yan was silent for a few seconds and asked, "Why?"
"Because of 'Monologue'." Xie Ning said that he didn't turn his head away, and the tip of his ear became red again inexplicably, "I am very obsessed with the picture of 'Monologue', and then I found a lot of your movies, and then I really wanted to try to do film and television design. ."
Zhuang Yan's lips moved: "You mean..."
Xie Ning didn't dare to look at him very much, and the words behind him were a little unspeakable, but he still said: "My source of inspiration has always been you, and I will have inspiration today. In the final analysis, it is also because that is the man in your movie. host."
Zhuang Yan moved in his heart and said in a low voice, "Baby, look into my eyes and say it again."
Xie Ning's face was flushed with shame, and he dared to look at him after a long while: "You are my muse."
Zhuang Yan's sullenness was soothed by these words.
He looked at Xie Ning for a long time, sighed silently, and said in his heart: I really fell into your hands.
After the cross-examination, Xie Ning climbed down from Zhuang Yan blushing and asked, "Can you give me the paper and pen now?"
Zhuang Yan was helpless: "Can I still say no?"
Shane laughed again.
Taking a paper and a pen for him, Zhuang Yan fell into deep thought while watching him draw the draft without distractions.
Shaining is afraid of heights
He repeatedly recalled Xie Ning's reaction at that time, and always felt that something was wrong.
When he put his hand in his pocket, he felt a piece of paper.
It was the piece of paper Ji Wenbin wrote to him that day, with his contact information written on it.
Zhuang Yan has long been stored in the phone, but somehow, this piece of paper has never been lost.
He remembered that day he blocked Yan Xi at the door of Ji Wenbin's office.
At that time, Yan Xi frowned and asked after a long while, "What do you want to know?"
Zhuang Yan always felt that Yan Xi didn't say a lot, perhaps because of the protection of Xie Ning.
But it is undeniable that Zhuang Yan hates this.
So his tone was not very good: "It's all for this sake, you can't hide everything from me about Xie Ning's condition."
Yan Xi: "Dr. Ji didn't tell you, so naturally he couldn't tell me."
Zhuang Yanchong raised his chin: "Doctor Ji also said that Xie Ning has received psychological treatment before, so you don't know the slightest bit of wind, right?"
Yan Xi said, "I didn't say that before..."
"That Schrödinger's depression?" Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows, "Do you think I still believe it now?"
Yan Xi choked on his words and rubbed his forehead. Zhuang Yan was too difficult to deal with, and he couldn't put it off.
Old God Zhuang Yan said, "I don't mind spending a day with you here."
Yan Xi was silent for a while and asked, "Have you heard of... emotional apathy?"
Zhuang Yan was taken aback: "Emotion... apathy?"
He shook his head honestly: "I haven't heard of it."
Yan Xi looked at him and didn't turn his head away: "This is what Xie Ning's last psychologist told him."
…
[Emotional Apathy]
Zhuang Yan really didn't know what it was.
He later checked on the Internet what emotional apathy was, and the explanation on the Internet was:
[Lack of response to emotions, slowness, no interest in people or things, no sense of responsibility, no concern for people, and dislike to deal with people.
Even with the closest family members, there is no way to establish a real, deeper emotional attachment with them.]
Zhuang Yan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.
He asked in his heart: Is Shaining like this
The information on the Internet was not very clear, he flipped through it for a long time, and found the confession of a person with emotional apathy on an unknown website.
What is it like to suffer from emotional apathy
Patient A: I don't feel anything. It doesn't matter whether others praise me or scold me and slander me. It doesn't matter to me, and I don't want to respond.
I have no experience with birth, old age, sickness and death, joy, anger, sorrow and joy, and rarely have mood swings, and my heart seems like a pool of stagnant water.
When a loved one passes away, the first feeling is not sadness, but thinking "Am I going to cry at this time?"
When there is a happy event at home, the first feeling is not to be happy, but to think, "Do I want to laugh at this time?"
So my crying and laughing don't represent sadness and joy, but my consciousness is like a processor, I think what to do at this time, so I make the response that a normal person should have.
Occasionally, I am confused and fearful, and I feel that this is very scary, but this feeling is also faint.
Patient B: It doesn't matter, doesn't care, refuses to be moved.
I don't like to socialize, and I don't want others to notice me. After getting along for a long time, others will think that I am indifferent.
The most indifferent to relatives is probably because the relationship is too close, and I don't know how to respond to this feeling.
Patient C: The biggest problem is dealing with emotions.
I've been in love a few times, but only I know that I didn't give any feelings from the beginning to the end, not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't do anything.
A lover is like a toy to me, it feels new, and I don't feel sad even if I break up.
When my lover says they love me, I can also say "I love you".
In fact, my heart is not fluctuating.
Zhuang Yan closed the web page expressionlessly.
To be honest, he didn't quite believe it.
…
Shainin was still concentrating on drawing the draft.
Zhuang Yan rubbed the paper ball in his pocket, took out his mobile phone quietly, and sent a text message to Ji Wenbin.
[Hello Doctor Ji, I'm Zhuang Yan, if it's convenient, can I take some time to talk on the phone tonight?]
A few minutes later, Ji Wenbin replied yes.
The author has something to say: because a little angel suggested that a psychiatrist with professional ethics should not disclose the patient's condition to anyone, it was my fault that I didn't consider this before. Dr. Ji is a professional psychiatrist and would not do this. mistake.
So I changed the plot of this chapter and chapter 40, and changed it to Zhuang Yan's emotional indifference from Yan Xi's mouth. Thanks for the correction.