Ah, this makes people...
Very confused. :)
The man pressed the center of his eyebrows, and chuckled lightly.
Fine.
Sleep on sleep, lock on lock.
Let nature take its course, everything is the best arrangement. After pouring himself a few words of chicken soup, Shi Sui turned back and stayed by the bed for a few seconds.
Some not-so-human thoughts flashed through.
Finally, Shi Sui turned off the light, took the script on the bedside table, sat on the single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, turned on a small night light, and flipped through it with knuckle fingers.
Shi Sui was still hesitating about this movie.
The script is extremely well written, the most holy and flawless church, but a flower of evil is entrenched. The darkest and most humid mental hospital has the only bright color in the whole play.
The plot line is the line of criminal reasoning, which is interlocking, and the IQ of each supporting role is online.
The emotional line is a rivalry between a high-intelligence priest, a criminal, and a psychiatrist. It starts with a cat-and-mouse game of joking and chasing, and ends with regret and tragedy, which is full of drama.
In all fairness, Shi Sui wanted to accept this script.
However, he can't play emotional scenes.
It's not about acting.
It is a psychological problem.
He resists all close contact with women, which has become a psychological barrier.
Yan Dao had tried several methods before, but Shi Sui vomited as soon as he slapped it, and there was no effect at all, so he had to give up in the end.
Other scripts are fine, but in this script, if the character of the lady doctor or the role of the lady doctor is deleted, the whole film will lose a certain balance, and it will not meet the artistic expression desired by the director.
Therefore, either he has to overcome the psychological barrier of acting in the opposite role, or he has to give up this good script.
Shi Sui was suffering from a headache, and the little girl on the bed probably felt too hot, so she kicked off the quilt.
"..." is quite dishonest.
Shi Sui shook his head, put down the script, got up and covered her with a quilt.
The little girl called drunkenly: "Cerebellar Axe... all..."
She looked around for the cat in a daze, but she didn't find the Cerebellar Axe, but she did...
Shi Sui's hand.
Her soft and slender fingers rubbed tentatively a few times, as if sensing something was wrong, she opened her eyes.
The world was spinning in front of her eyes, she tried her best to focus, and finally recognized the man in front of her:
"why you?"
Shi Sui raised his eyebrows, conniving at her 'eating tofu': "Who am I?"
"Cub."
"… What?"
"Cub." Xiangyi looked at him innocently with blurred eyes, "Why are you here? This is where Cerebellar Ax sleeps."
For emphasis, she also patted the pillow on the other side with her hand.
Shi Sui licked the corner of his lower lip, "Then tell me, where is the right place for me to sleep?"
It is too embarrassing for a drunk person to conduct a logical analysis.
Xiangyi felt her head hurt even more, and said nonsense, "You... sleep in the cat's nest."
Shi Sui laughed angrily at her: "Is there such a big cat litter?"
The little girl said grandly: "I'll ask my third brother to make one for you!"
Shi Sui: "Okay, I'll wait, you go to sleep."
He leaned over to pick up the quilt, but the girl was lying on the edge of the bed, her cheeks were half pressed against the black sheets, which made her paler.
The drunk little girl spoke slowly, much warmer than usual, "You, you look good..."
"Huh?" Shi Sui simply sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at her leisurely, "Then me or your brother, who looks better?"
Xiangyi frowned, with an expression of being forced to open again.