The office was quiet for a while. One didn't expect to say this name from his own mouth, and the other didn't expect to hear it in the other person's mouth.
Anger surged from his chest, and was forcibly suppressed. Wen Yu said lightly, "My brother passed away a long time ago. How old were you then?"
Don't look like you know him well.
Ning Ning looked like he was wandering in the sky, looked around, looked at the cell phone that was still ringing, with strange eyes, and muttered to himself, "Why am I still here?"
Wen Yu was stunned.
"Why haven't I returned to the beginning?" Ning Ning thought for a while, then suddenly realized, his eyes fixed on Wen Yu's face, "Ah, I see, are you pity me and think I'm sick?"
Wen Yu did feel that she was ill.
Tired, restless, sometimes in a trance, sometimes awake, and even a little inclined to talk to herself, she lost a certain ability to express, and she only disappeared for a day. How could her mental state suddenly become so bad
Ning Ning was intrigued, drank chrysanthemum tea three hundred and sixty times, and repeated the same conversation three hundred and sixty times. Even if there was a little change, it would make her feel in high spirits.
After adjusting her sitting position, she leaned forward slightly and looked at Wen Yu with bright eyes: "It was 1990 when your brother died, when I was twenty-two years old."
"But you are only twenty-five years old this year." Wen Yu said lightly.
"I played a costume play with your brother." Ning Ning's eyes flashed with memories, "He is the best actor I have ever met in my life..."
"My brother only acted in one play that year..." Wen Yu wanted to remind her that you were not in the play.
"I know." Ning Ning smiled, "The Man in the Painting."
Wen Yu suddenly stopped talking, the woman in front of him made him feel very unfamiliar.
The way she smiled, her familiarity when discussing Shi Zhongtang, her shyness when she lowered her eyes when she smiled, and her small movements when she tugged at the broken hair around her ears, were not like Zhang Xinai, but someone else.
"Who are you?" Wen Yu suddenly asked.
"I'm..." Ning Ning smiled, "Princess Lingshan."
The heroine in "The Man in the Picture" is Princess Lingshan.
… paranoia? Dual personality? If it is the latter, why do you call yourself Princess Lingshan, the heroine in a movie? Or is she pretending to be sick again, just like she was on the rooftop before? Wen Yu decided to try it out.
"What should I call you?" Wen Yu asked, "His Royal Highness?"
Ning Ning chuckled and seemed to be amused by him: "Just call me Lingshan."
This is not the reaction that Princess Lingshan should have. The Princess Lingshan in "The Man in the Picture" is arrogant and arrogant. She may be able to tolerate the common people pointing at her behind her back, but she can't stand the common people calling her by her boudoir name, only the closest People, such as her lover Shi Zhongtang, can call her affectionately: Lingshan.
"Lingshan." Wen Yu shouted fluently, "Can you tell me? How did you meet my brother?"
"I met when I was acting." Ning Ning laughed, "It's funny, the first thing he said to me was: I fell down, I have to kiss to get up."
"Then he must like you very much." Wen Yu also laughed, "He seldom said such things to the girls he met for the first time."
"I thought he was born to be a playboy, and he wouldn't let go of any chance to mess with flowers." Ning Ning laughed.
If it is something that one party is familiar with and the other party is unfamiliar with, then the topic will end just after the beginning, but ten minutes have passed, twenty minutes have passed, and they are still talking about Shi Zhongtang.
"What's wrong with you?" Ning Ning suddenly stared at Wen Yu and asked, "So much sweat."
"It's a little hot." Wen Yu got up and closed the window, then raised the remote control in her hand, turned on the air conditioner with a beep, turned her back to Ning Ning, and asked casually, "By the way, you two have been acting together for so long. , which one do you like the most?"
He turned his head, and then froze slightly.
Ning Ning didn't know when she had changed her sitting position. She sat on the sofa in an extremely solemn and noble manner, raised her hand in Wen Yu's direction, and ordered, "Come here."
The hand paused in the air for a moment, and suddenly the whole person bounced off the sofa, with a surprised look on her face, as if she did not stand up by herself, but was pulled up from the sofa by an invisible person, as if dancing , she turned around in place, then frowned, stretched out her hand and pushed it, as if pushing away a man who had offended her rudely.
With too much force, he also took a half step back, and sat on the sofa with one buttocks, and turned from sitting to lying down, resting his head on one hand, leaning halfway on the sofa, and said lazily and hazy: "Li Lang, we should be separated for a while. Bar."
Who was talking to her, she listened for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes to look at the opposite wall: "... I just think you are too addicted. In the end, I am just like them, just a painting."
She looked so seriously that Wen Yu, who was a bystander, couldn't help but look over with her, but the walls were empty, except for an air conditioner that was blowing air-conditioning, and there was nothing else. After a while, Ning Ning came from behind. His voice was faster than before: "You still don't understand what I mean, you and I are separated from each other, you are a living person, I am a dead person, how can we be together..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
Wen Yu turned her head and saw that her nails were digging into the sofa tightly, her upper body leaned forward unnaturally, as if she was being hugged by an invisible man, and whispered in her ear, "I've caught you. , I will never let go."
"...Let go!" Ning Ning broke free from his embrace, and she almost rolled off the sofa, scrambling and crawling all the way towards the desk, and even dropped a shoe on the way, she didn't care to pick it up , only hurriedly looked back, the horror and disgust in his eyes made Wen Yu cold.
The cold wind blew out of the air conditioner and blew beside him, and he almost mistook him for a time backwards, sending him back to the set of "The Man in the Picture" in 1990.
No, it was not the time that brought him back to the past, but the woman in front of him.
She reenacted the entire "Man in the Picture" by herself!
The realistic and almost bizarre acting skills even turned the white floor tiles into golden sand, and turned the cold air of the air conditioner into bursts of heat waves in the desert, blowing on the sand with golden waves.
The bohemian dress on her body was blown off by the hot wind, and it gradually turned into a plain white dress. Ning Ning knelt on the sand in white clothes, holding an invisible person in her arms, hurriedly. He unscrewed a bottle and poured the resurrection medicine into the opponent's mouth. After waiting for a while, his voice trembled and said, "Why doesn't he wake up?"
The answer she got made her lose her mind. She suddenly drew her sword and stabbed the opponent to death. Then she slowly turned her head, leaned over, and gently stroked an invisible face with her fingers: "It's strange, I used to I hate seeing your face, now..."
Tears rolled and fell.
Raising her hand to wipe her tears, she looked at the sword in her hand like a charm, and suddenly swiped the sword across her neck...
"How could this be?" She touched her unharmed neck, laughed at this ridiculous thing, laughed and cried.
She threw away the sword in her hand, rolled and crawled back to the original place, hugged an invisible person in her arms for warmth, and cried to him, "Li Lang, I'm afraid. I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of living. …”
The performance of "The Man in the Picture" should have ended, but she cried more and more fiercely, and hugged her tighter and tighter, as if she would not be able to live if she let go, and cried out as if she had collapsed: "I'm so afraid, I'm so scared!! I don't want to die anymore, woo... I don't want to live anymore, I don't want to live like this forever!!"
"Don't cry."
In the Life Cinema, Shi Zhongtang put his hands forward and tried to hug Ning Ning on the screen: "This scene is very good, I will teach you..."
His outstretched hand was blocked by the cold screen, and he could only watch the other hand stretched out, instead of him, hugging the person in the painting that he could see but couldn't touch.
"Stop crying." Wen Yu gently hugged Ningning.
Ning Ning even forgot to cry, stunned in his arms and dare not move.
He helped Ning Ning to sit down on the sofa, and looked at her carefully with a pair of clear eyes.
Ning Ning was horrified by him, what happened? Why did he give her such a good look
"What are you looking at?" She touched her face, with a hint of vigilance and withdrawal in her eyes, "Don't you hate me the most?"
"What I hate is Zhang Xinai, not you." Wen Yu said softly to her, "You are Lingshan, aren't you?"
Different names, different personalities, and even skill levels are not on the same level. Although they can both act, they are the difference between passers-by and actresses.
It is very likely that Zhang Xinai's second personality is in front of him. The two personalities live in the same body, and they may or may not communicate with each other. They can be regarded as two people who exist independently. Because they use this body in turn, one of them sometimes finds things that the other doesn't notice.
"You just kept talking about death." Wen Yu gave her a glass of boiled water, do you think anyone is going to hurt you? "
Ning Ning drank water slowly, a glass of water, and she calmed down a little.
Without answering Wen Yu's question, she took out her mobile phone and pressed to answer.
A burst of crying came from the opposite side, and Ning Ning repeated what he had said hundreds of times: "Don't cry, I can't hear what you said."
"You haven't answered my phone, I thought you'd ignore me again."
"Didn't I tell you yesterday that I wasn't feeling well and went to the hospital for a minor operation."
"Then why don't you tell me which hospital it is and let me go to see you?"
"An Ding Psychological Clinic." Ning Ning reported the name of Wen Yu's clinic.
The other side was silent for a while before asking in a calm and unwavering tone, "Where is Wen Yu?"
"Yes, Wen Yu is here."
"...I'll come and pick you up right away."
After hanging up the phone, Ning Ning lowered her hands, her face was blank, and she didn't say a word. From Wen Yu's point of view, that expression looked like she was waiting to die.
… who was she on the phone just now? Who made her react like this
The man appeared soon after.
"Hello, Doctor Wen." A shy college student pushed in, "I'm here to pick up my sister."
He came over to hold Ning Ning's hand, and Ning Ning slapped his hand away with a fierce reaction.
The hideousness of that moment did not escape Wen Yu's eyes.
Just as Li Shanzhu forcibly held Ning Ning's hand, intertwined his fingers, and led her away, a voice came from behind: "Wait."
Li Shanzhu and Ning Ning turned back at the same time.
Wen Yu opened the drawer, took out a car key, and said to them, "I'll drive the two of you back home."