You, teach me how to do things?

The camera was like a sucker for the tentacles of an octopus, and in Xia Yuanling's eyes, the people around them turned into mermaids crawling out of the sea.

It has a hideous face and is covered in mucus, with fish lips and fins.The lotus flower entwined with golden silk threads is like the golden lotus on the sea that appeared in Shu Yan's paintings.

It's disgusting, everyone looks disgusting.

"What are you shooting? Isn't it over?" An Qian hurried over with his bag on his back, and saw Xia Yuanling sitting on the ground while the director was shooting with a camera. He lowered his voice and asked the people around him, but everyone didn't know what the director was doing. Suddenly, he took a picture of Xia Yuanling.

But at this moment, a nightingale appeared in Xia Yuanling's line of sight.

It is the nightingale of Shuyu.

The bird chased away the butterflies, surrounded itself, and built a protective circle for itself.

The nightingale of Sichuan.

Xia Yuanling stretched out his hand, and the bird in his hallucination landed on his index finger.

In Huamo's paintings, the nightingale will always accompany him.

Nightingale rubbed against his fingertips.

And his palm was broken like glass, a branch was pulled out, and a blood-red rose grew out.

"Who are you giving the rose to?"

Suddenly, he seemed to hear Nightingale asking himself.

A rose stained red by the nightingale's blood, to whom do you give it?

"Mr. Shang."

Xia Yuanling subconsciously called his favorite person.

The rose in her hand shattered, and the nightingale also disappeared.

Yes, he is not Shu Yan.

He is Xia Yuanling.

Hearing Xia Yuanling yell someone else's name, the director put down the camera. He looked a little disappointed, and told the assistant director beside him to dub what Xia Yuanling yelled at that time.Then he looked at the shots he had just taken repeatedly, and sighed that the shots taken in the craziest state were the most realistic.

Seeing that the director turned off the camera, An Qian walked over to help Xia Yuanling up: "Didn't you finish filming?"

Xia Yuanling also couldn't react a bit: "I don't remember either."

In the end, An Qian got in touch with Shang Chuan.

But during this period of time, the situation of the crew of "Drawing Demons", just like the name of this movie, is like a demon.

An Qian was asked to help by various members of the crew. Although it was hard work, he also discovered some unusual aspects of the crew during the process.

First, he overheard the conversation of several camera assistants in the toilet. These two assistants seemed to be interns, and they were about to graduate from senior year and came here to get their internship experience.Two people mentioned that the filming of the crew was weird. Obviously the director said that they would shoot more than ten or twenty times, but except for the first ten, the camera didn't even record the last few.

a You must know that the entire production team has objections to Xia Yuanling, the main reason is that Xia Yuanling has to shoot a lot of episodes to pass.

After hearing this conversation, An Qian kept an eye out and kept an eye on the camera while Xia Yuanling was filming.

He did notice that there was a nodding motion between the camera meeting and the director. After this motion, the motion of the camera carrying the machine was very lazy.Not at all like a professional videographer should be.

But this is just An Qian's suspicion, and he has no evidence. He tried to find out how it was filmed, but every time he was called away by the director's assistant for various reasons.

Furthermore, Xia Yuanling's mental state was getting worse and worse.

Hallucinations and auditory hallucinations are already commonplace, and what's more terrible is that he has begun to be a little confused about what is hallucination and what is reality.

The hallucinations at the beginning were nothing more than some brightly colored flowers and butterflies. Although he could actually see them, Xia Yuanling still knew what was real and what was fake. He comforted himself because he had seen too many paintings of Shu Yan, so he could see them. It became like this, but now——

Once An Qian went back to the hotel at night and saw Xia Yuanling sitting on the bed talking to himself, he walked over and asked Xia Yuanling if he was reciting his lines, but unexpectedly Xia Yuanling said to him: "Weren't you here just now? How did you go where?"

These words startled An Qian.

For An Qian, he knew that Xia Yuanling's condition was not right, but he didn't know that Xia Yuanling had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

And it has become so serious that it is difficult to distinguish reality from fiction.

Seeing An Qian's expression, Xia Yuanling knew something was wrong.

He quickly changed his words: "Brother, I'm joking with you, go to sleep, we have to film in the second half of the night."

Xia Yuanling's lie was too weak.

On the surface, An Qian pretended to be perfunctory by Xia Yuanling, returned to her bed, and covered herself with a quilt.

But while waiting for Xia Yuanling to fall asleep, he sent a message to Shang Chuan.

"Xia Yuanling isn't in the right mood? Mr. Shang, when will you have time to come over and take a look?"

After all, An Qian also sent him his exact location now.

It was already twelve o'clock, and he should have rested long ago according to Shang Chuan's schedule.But it happened that Shang Chuan had just come out of the hospital that day.Although several nurses were hired to take care of my father 24 hours a day, my mother insisted that those nurses were not as good at taking care of me as she was, and clamored to come over to have a look.Shang Chuan couldn't hold her back, and accompanied his mother to busy things in the hospital until now.

When I was about to go back to sleep, I saw the message from An Qian again.

In the hospital parking lot, he was blowing cold wind and leaning his head on the steering wheel.

He hadn't felt so tired for a long, long time.

It seems that all the troubles came on the same day.

Shang Chuan cheered up and called An Qian back.

An Qian lied and said that Luo Feiluan called, opened the door and went to the elevator.

The two had been using WeChat to communicate before, and they were both busy, so they didn't have time to take a closer look.Moreover, Xia Yuanling hadn't shown such obvious symptoms before. As for the crew's isolation of Xia Yuanling's bullying, it was An Qian's feeling alone.When Shang Chuan heard An Qian mention it for the first time, he asked some friends he knew to say hello, but he didn't expect the situation to improve at all.

"He's hallucinating."

Shang Chuan originally wanted to find a chance to take a break. He was too tired every day, but when he heard that Xia Yuanling had hallucinations, he couldn't sit still for a second: "You hold Xiao Xia first, I'll wait I'll drive over to see how he's doing."

"okay."

After hanging up the phone, Shang Chuan called his exclusive driver and asked someone to come and drive him to the set.

In his current state, he really couldn't drive by himself, and it took three or four hours to walk all the way.

"I'm so sorry to call you out so late."

The driver and Shang Chuan were also acquainted, knowing that he was being polite, he quickly said that he was fine, and was still swiping his phone on the sofa.

The two got into the car together, Shang Chuan leaned on the back seat, with indescribable tiredness in his eyes.

There are too many things recently, father, Xia Yuanling, everything is entangled, even Shang Chuan can't help but feel a little out of breath.

On the other side, Xia Yuanling's filming continued.

In the second half of the night, the most important scene was the scene where Shu Yan finally committed suicide.

Xia Yuanling stood on the high platform, and this time he needed to perform Shu Yan's most collapsed and craziest state in his life.

At this time, Xia Yuanling was also at the lowest moment of his acting career.

He had such great expectations for the role of Shu Yan, read all the books related to Shu Yan, and tried his best to get closer to this lonely, desperate and brilliant soul.

But after he really entered the filming, he realized his own shortcomings instead.

In the entire crew, only I kept NGing, constantly delaying the progress, and causing trouble for everyone.

In the past, Xia Yuanling would clamor for An Qian to take him to eat after filming, would sneak a sip of milk tea, and mingle with the crew, but now Xia Yuanling doesn't even have the strength to speak.

He seems to have lost the ability to make people happy, and also lost the ability to laugh.

The whole world lost its color in his eyes, and those bright and dancing things were all illusions.

Sometimes Xia Yuanling felt that his body was really occupied by a soul named "Shu Yan".

If not, then why do you behave like a marionette on a string, why can't you laugh and curse but can't affect your emotions.

Just like today, thorns grew in the palm of my hand again.

He looked at the windows in the set, where lights seemed to flicker.

But Xia Yuanling had already lost the fear of death.

He went to the set, picked up a paintbrush, colored, and sketched a simple rose shape on the canvas, as he had done countless times.

Xia Yuanling has copied Shu Yan's paintings countless times, and he has a good grasp of Shu Yan's control of warm and cold colors, and the trend of his brush strokes.

He doesn't even need a special pen replacement.It's just that the shooting time was too short, and Xia Yuanling didn't have enough time to draw, so after he made a draft, he was replaced by a complete printed painting by the props team.

In the painting, the rose and the nightingale are kissing. In the intertwined thorn forest, they are lovers entwined.

In the literary works related to Shu Yan, the author always uses the darkest and romantic brushstrokes to describe the madness of this young painter without hesitation.

It's like, Shu Yan is the most beautiful moon in this world.

His love is far away, and his art is not stained with dust.

He proudly bestowed his own works on this world, and he waved goodbye to this prosperous secular world angrily.

Can not stay.

But for Xia Yuanling, this was not the case.

Whether it is the female general in the perfume bottle, the golden lotus flower rising from the sea level, or the old man playing the piano in the winter night, the world in Shu Yan's eyes is the most psychedelic and crazy, but also the most humane.

He loves this world.

Because I exist here.

He is not the moon hanging high in the sky, he is the chic dust in the world.

His death was just because he found that he couldn't find his lover.

Xia Yuanling didn't know the reason, nor did he find exact records from any records or Russian literature, but he could feel that on this day, Shu Yan realized that his lover had disappeared.

That would only protect him, the singing nightingale.

Missed.

So from then on, there is no place in this world to be nostalgic for.