Zhuang Yan was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground, and he didn't even close his eyes for several days.
On Xie Ning's side, he was always worried. Even though Xie Ning behaved calmly and the messages sent were nothing unusual, Zhuang Yan still felt that his emotions were not right for no reason.
After contacting Uncle Zhong, what Uncle Zhong said also confirmed his intuition, so while he was busy, he also asked Song Qingqing to take care of Xie Ning for him if he had a chance.
Although he wanted to fly back to see Xie Ning as soon as possible, he couldn't ignore so many people on the set.
Going back is not a matter of one or two days, at least one week has to be spared, and this week's shooting plan, he disrupted again, and finished all the shots that could be made ahead of schedule, while the rest were delayed and then shot.
The time is so tight that sometimes there is a night show that night followed by an early morning show the next day.
Zhuang Yan simply stayed on the set for the night, huddled in the director's exclusive chair, and put on a few clothes for the night.
When filming, he was attentive and full of energy. When it came to rest time, the whole person seemed to fall apart, and he could close his eyes in a few minutes while sitting on a chair.
But the rest time is usually only ten minutes. After taking a nap and then being woken up to take the next scene, people are even more uncomfortable, their eyes are sore, and it is better not to fall asleep.
Later, he simply stood up and moved twice during the rest time, or went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water to keep himself awake.
"You can't be like this." Zhao Yang frowned, "The circle under the eyes is as black as a panda, haven't you closed your eyes for a few days?"
After Zhuang Yan washed his face, he wiped his hands clean: "I'm fine."
Zhao Yang asked, "What do I think you are about to fall down at any time? How about handing over the scene to the assistant director first, and you go to the side for a rest?"
"No." Zhuang Yan shook his head, "The scenes in the past few days are more important. I don't feel relieved if I don't personally check by the side."
Zhao Yang wanted to persuade him a few more words, and Zhuang Yan added, "If I'm not satisfied with the filming, I will definitely have to go back and do it again, and it will only waste more time and money."
Zhao Yang had no choice but to say, "Okay, but don't wear yourself out."
Zhuang Yan waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'm measured and I'll be fine."
Zhao Yang looked at his back worriedly, thinking that you don't seem to be fine.
After going back, the rest time was not over yet, Zhuang Yan simply walked to the tree where Xie Ning came to watch, as if repeating the path he had walked.
In order to refresh himself, he took out a cigarette, put it between his two fingers, took two puffs, and thought about Xie Ning's appearance.
He remembered that Xie Ning always likes to sit here and paint, and now he sits down by himself, and when he looks up, he sees his director's chair.
Xie Ning walked in a hurry and didn't bring much luggage with him. The sketches he painted before are still in the hotel.
Zhuang Yan looked at it later, and most of them were what he looked like when he directed the movie. He thought it was quite novel. He had never seen it before. It turned out that he looked like this on the set.
Occasionally there were two pictures of Sheng Shisong and other actors filming. Zhuang Yan thought of this and turned his eyes to the resting actors, staring blankly at Sheng Shisong.
His eyes almost poked a hole in Sheng Shisong's back, and he didn't know what he was looking at.
Sheng Shisong felt a chill behind his back: "Why do I feel weird."
Luo Zixin was looking down at the script, and answered indifferently, "What? Worried about being scolded by Director Zhuang later?"
When she said this, Sheng Shisong also sighed: "Director Zhuang has not known what happened in the past two days. He is so irritable."
Luo Zixin had lingering fears: "Yeah, his face never got better, and I don't know who provoked him."
Another actor next to him said: "I'm starting to miss the main beauty now."
"Yeah." Luo Zixin said, "The Lord has not been here for a few days. If he is here, Director Zhuang's temper will be much less tempered."
The crowd chatted again and again, and began to miss Xie Ning's days on the set.
Not waiting for how long they missed, another staff member came over to remind them to prepare for the next scene.
So each should make up the makeup, and the lines should be recited.
Sheng Shisong casually glanced at the place where Xie Ning used to sit and paint. He didn't see Xie Ning, but he saw Zhuang Yan who was smoking.
He froze for a moment, then shook his head and smiled.
…
The doctor said that Mr. Xie's condition was improving.
For Shainin, this is the best news I've heard recently.
But the old man hadn't woken up for a day, and Xie Ning couldn't really relax.
Song Qingqing came to the hospital to see him almost every day. She stayed for a long or short time. Sometimes she just hurriedly said hello to Xie Ning and left.
Most of their topics revolved around "Zhuang Yan".
Xie Ning listened very seriously, as if he could spy on Zhuang Yan's life abroad from Song Qingqing's words.
Unassuming, high-spirited, or difficult, walking alone.
These Zhuang Yan will not mention it when chatting with him. For the memory of his student days, he is more willing to discuss with Xie Ning about things at X University.
In this way, Shainin can also have a lot of common words to talk about.
Zhuang Yan is always very considerate in this regard. Xie Ning doesn't like to talk most of the time. When chatting, he always keeps his eyes open and listens quietly.
But Zhuang Yan likes to tease him and guide him to speak slowly.
He and Song Qingqing talked very happily, and Xia Wan was also happy to see it happen.
She didn't know what the two of them were talking about, but she only saw that Song Qingqing was the only girl Xie Ning had not rejected so much over the years.
So she was extremely relieved and felt that Xie Ning was slowly on the right track.
And Xie Ning's state is indeed gradually improving. After all, he won't vomit completely after eating. After chatting with Song Qingqing, he can have a good night's sleep.
But the expression on his face became less and less, and his eyes became less and less warm.
Uncle Zhong's eyesight was good, and he stopped talking for several days, but finally he couldn't hold back and pulled Xie Ning.
"Little Master." Uncle Zhong said hesitantly, "Do you need to see a doctor?"
Xie Ning was stunned: "I'm in good health recently and I'm not sick."
Uncle Zhong said, "That's not what you mean... How should I put it, the feeling you give me now is very similar to when you first moved to the compound."
Xie Ning was silent for a long time, then went to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.
In the mirror, he looked down, his body was clean and tidy, his hands were on the sink, and he looked very quiet.
It was so quiet that it was like the slightest change in the outside world, which could no longer disturb him.
Xie Ning silently washed his face and took the time to call Ji Wenbin.
"Doctor Ji," he said, "my illness seems to have relapsed again."
Ji Wenbin's voice was as gentle as ever.
I have to say that Xie Ning thinks he is an excellent psychiatrist, not only because chatting with him is a very pleasant thing, but also because he can give you a response no matter when you look for him.
Even if he is woken up by the patient's phone call in the middle of the night, Ji Wenbin will still respond to you gently and politely with his voice just woken up, and you will not feel the slightest anger at being disturbed from his attitude.
He will give you a sense of peace of mind that I am always there.
So even if there is no time for a face-to-face chat, Xie Ning still finds time to call him.
On the other end of the phone, Ji Wenbin said, "Can you describe the specific situation?"
Afraid of arguing with Mr. Xie, Xie Ning deliberately walked to the lounge when he called.
There was no one in the lounge at the moment, the chairs were all empty, and Xie Ning didn't sit down either. He walked to the window and looked out.
From here, you can just see the flow of people passing by the gate of the building.
The body felt dizzy for a moment, but the third floor was still within his tolerance range. Xie Ning lowered his eyes, quietly looked at the flower beds surrounding the building, and then slowly described to Ji Wenbin how he felt these days.
"...I don't know how to describe the feeling," Shainin said finally. "The whole world has become foreign and boring to me."
"The mood has become very light. Things that used to make me angry have now happened, and I don't think it matters."
"For a moment, I feel very tired, not physically, but mentally... exhausted."
Ji Wenbin: "Did you come to contact me because you noticed the difference yourself?"
Xie Ning shook his head: "Actually, I have never felt any change in myself. It was Uncle Zhong, my grandfather's housekeeper, who said that my current appearance... is exactly the same as that year."
"What do you think?" Ji Wenbin asked, "Do you feel that your current state of mind is the same as it was then?"
Xie Ning was silent for a while, then said, "I don't know."
"Sometimes, I can't remember the feeling at the beginning, as if it was a very distant thing. Those past are like a dream to me. I can remember what happened, but I can't recall the dream. a feeling of."
Ji Wenbin smiled: "This is a good thing, it shows that you are gradually getting rid of the influence of the past."
"Then what's wrong with me now...?" Xie Ning asked.
Ji Wenbin thought for a while and said, "Your grandfather's illness was because you were not mentally prepared in advance, so you were caught off guard, and your emotions fell into a long-term loss."
Xie Ning responded: "Well."
Ji Wenbin added: "This is normal. People's emotions will always fluctuate due to changes in the outside world. You have been in a bad mood during this period of time, and it is not certain that your disease has relapsed."
In fact, there is still a question mark on whether Shainin has ever suffered from emotional apathy.
"Is that so?" Xie Ning was at a loss for a moment.
Ji Wenbin put it another way: "Don't have a psychological burden first, and don't judge yourself easily."
"But..." Xie Ning's eyelashes cast a shadow, covering his eyes, "I now feel that everything is indifferent and doesn't matter."
Ji Wenbin paused: "Is there no exception?"
Shane fell into silence.
"Life is always full of light and love." Ji Wenbin said in a persuasive manner, "Is there such a existence that makes you feel warm and beautiful, just thinking about it can make you laugh unconsciously."
"You can't be indifferent or indifferent to him. It may be very light and indifferent, but he has left such a trace in your heart."
The weather was fine today. The sun shone in from the window and hit Xie Ning, dragging a long shadow on the ground.
Xie Ning was bathed in the sun for a long time, his eyelashes trembled twice, his hand was slightly raised, and he held the edge of the window sill.
"Zhuang Yan." He spat out a name softly, and the corners of his lips curled up a little.
Xie Ning smiled involuntarily.
"What?" Ji Wenbin asked as if he didn't hear clearly.
Xie Ning pressed the window sill, and his tone became light: "I said, yes."
That person, just by reciting his name, moved his emotions little by little.
It was as if he lit up his world and made his life colorful and interesting.
"Thank you, Doctor Ji, I think I..."
Halfway through his words, he looked down, and when he saw a familiar back, he couldn't help but pause.
The man was tall and straight, dressed in a black coat, with his hands in his pockets, and was walking forward with his head down. After a few staggered steps, his figure disappeared into the crowd.
Xie Ning was stunned for a few seconds, suddenly forgetting what he wanted to say.
Looking out again, there were people coming and going at the entrance of the building, but he didn't see anyone who seemed familiar to him.
When Ji Wenbin saw him stop abruptly, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Xie Ning rubbed his eyes, lowered his eyes after a while, and said lightly, "It's nothing, my eyes are dazzled."