After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Until the audition was over, Xie Ning was still staring at Sheng Shisong with bright eyes, completely ignoring Zhuang Yan's darkened face next to him.

He couldn't be more clear about the meaning of Xie Ning's eyes.

Many directors basically look like this when they meet an actor who inspires him.

There are even directors who create a script specially for the actors.

When it comes to an artist, that is the look in the eyes of a muse.

The light of creation, the source of inspiration.

Zhuang Yan expressed dissatisfaction with this.

Generally speaking, the audition only needs to try a short section.

But Sheng Shisong is the person Wen Xin strongly recommends.

When Sheng Shisong finished performing all the clips, the surrounding applause was very appropriate.

Sheng Shisong entered the play quickly, and also came out of the play quickly. When the performance was over, he put away his dissolute temper and put on a gentle smile on his face.

Xie Ning looked at the novelty, and couldn't help but take another look.

His mind is full of inspiration now, if there were not too many people present, he would fly back to the computer and draw it immediately.

Everyone was very satisfied with Sheng Shisong's performance, only Zhuang Yan snorted lightly.

Sheng Shisong asked very gracefully: "What does Director Zhuang mean...?"

Zhuang Yan pondered for a while: "I have to think about it again."

Now everyone in the room looked over, even Xie Ning's eyes widened.

This is not satisfactory, how demanding is that.

Fortunately, Zhao Yang knew what kind of temper he was, and his eyes were picky, so he directly pulled his sleeve and asked, "Why aren't you satisfied?"

Zhuang Yan replied slowly: "The skills are enough, but the emotion is not enough. A few small movements are used to support the character design, and the eyes are not tasteful enough."

He didn't mean to make things difficult for Sheng Shisong.

Sheng Shisong's performance style is a typical method school. In terms of emotion and experience, it will definitely not be able to reach the standard that Zhuang Yan wants in a short time.

Thinking of his picky vigor, Zhao Yang couldn't help rolling his eyes: "I can't figure out the relationship for a while. After joining the group and experiencing it for a few days, I guess it will be almost the same."

Zhuang Yan thought for a while, but did not refute.

Zhao Yang saw that there was something going on, so he whispered a few words of persuasion to him, and finally made him nod his head reservedly.

Wang Congliang quietly wiped the sweat from his head, and muttered to the people next to him that he would not cooperate with Zhuang Yan after killing him.

No director in China can make it so difficult.

"Haven't seen enough?" Zhuang Yan sat next to Xie Ning expressionlessly when the crowd dispersed, and asked in a deep voice.

For some reason, Xie Ning was inexplicably guilty, and his voice stuttered: "It's, it's okay."

Zhuang Yan felt that his stomach was full of overturned vinegar bottles, and the sour smell overflowed, which could be smelled from far away.

This Sheng Shisong is really so handsome, can it be even better than him?

Xie Ning was still holding his hand. Seeing that he was silent, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you have any paper and pen?"

He was afraid that the inspiration would disappear in a flash, so he just wanted to find a piece of paper and draw it down first.

Zhuang Yan didn't move, just looked at him leisurely, 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, didn't you get inspired as soon as you saw him."

Xie Ning looked at the door, then looked at Zhuang Yan with a weird expression, and after a while he hesitated and asked, "Are you... jealous?"

Zhuang Yan: "..."

Although it was true, he was inexplicably discouraged by what Xie Ning said.

Xie Ning couldn't laugh or cry.

But this kind of Zhuang Yan made him feel a little more real.

He couldn't help leaning over, fearing that Zhuang Yanzhen would be angry, he 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: "When a normal person sees a celebrity...don't they always look twice."

Zhuang Yan complained again: "During the audition, you kept looking at him."

Xie Ning innocently opened his eyes wide: "During the audition, everyone was looking at him."

Zhuang Yan: "...you are still watching him after the audition."

Xie Ning: "I don't have one."

Zhuang Yan looked up at him, and snorted coldly: "When you see him, you will be inspired!"

Xie Ning was even more confused: "...you brought me to the audition, didn't you just come here to find inspiration?"

Zhuang Yan: "..."

He was filled with suffocation and just being stuffed in his stomach by Xie Ning, he had nothing to say for a while.

Xie Ning couldn't help laughing out loud, and buried his head into Zhuang Yan's neck.

Zhuang Yan took a deep breath: "You're still laughing!"

Xie Ning held back his laughter: "It's really not what you think..."

Zhuang Yan stared at him for a while, then asked, "What is that?"

Xie Ning said, "You know I used to draw the original art for games, 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 "The Monologue." Xie Ning stopped talking, and the tips of his ears blushed for no reason, "I am particularly obsessed with the images of "The Monologue", and after looking for many of your movies, 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 he was a bit speechless, but he still said: "My source of inspiration has always been you, and today I will be inspired, in the final analysis, it is also because that is the boy in your movie." host."

Zhuang Yan's heart moved, and he said in a low voice, "Baby, look into my eyes and say it again."

Xie Ning blushed with embarrassment, and it took him a while to look at him: "You are my muse."

Zhuang Yan's sulking anger was calmed down by these words.

He looked at Xie Ning for a while, then sighed silently, and thought: I really fell into your hands.

After the cross-examination was over, Xie Ning got off Zhuang Yan with a blushing face and asked, "Can you give me the paper and pen now?"

Zhuang Yan was helpless: "Can I still say no?"

Xie Ning laughed again.

Brought him a pen and paper, Zhuang Yan fell into deep thought while watching him draw a draft without distraction.

Xie Ning is afraid of heights?

He repeatedly recalled Xie Ning's reaction at that time, and always felt that something was wrong.

When I put my hand in my pocket, I felt a piece of paper.

It was the piece of paper that Ji Wenbin wrote to him that day, with his contact information written on it.

Zhuang Yan had already stored it in the phone, but for some reason, this piece of paper was never 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 while: "What do you want to know?"

Zhuang Yan always felt that there were many things Yan Xi didn't say, maybe it was out of protecting Xie Ning.

But it is undeniable that Zhuang Yan hates this.

That's why his tone wasn't very good: "It's all over, you can't hide everything from me about Xie Ning's condition."

Yan Xi: "Doctor Ji didn't tell you, so naturally he couldn't tell me."

Zhuang Yan raised his chin at him: "Doctor Ji also said that Xie Ning had received psychological treatment before, so you probably didn't know about it."

Yan Xi said: "Didn't I say that before..."

"That Schrodinger's depression?" Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows, "Do you think I still believe it now?"

Yan Xi choked on his sudden words, rubbed his forehead, Zhuang Yan was too difficult to deal with, he couldn't get away with it at all.

The 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... Apathy?"

Zhuang Yan was taken aback: "Emotional...apathy?"

He shook his head honestly: "I haven't heard of it."

Yan Xi exchanged glances with him, and turned his head away: "This is what Xie Ning's last counselor told him."

……

【Apathy】

Zhuang Yan really didn't know what this was.

He later checked online what emotional apathy is, and the online explanation was:

【Unresponsive to emotions, slow, uninterested in people or things, irresponsible, doesn't care about people, doesn't like dealing with people.

Even with your closest family members, you cannot establish a real and deeper emotional dependence with them. 】

Zhuang Yan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

He asked in his heart: Is Xie Ning like this?

The information on the Internet was not very clear, so he searched for a long time, and found a 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 care about anything. Whether others praise me, scold me or slander me, it’s irrelevant to me, and I don’t want to respond.

I have no experience of birth, old age, sickness, death, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, and rarely have mood swings, and my heart is 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 happiness, but thinking "Am I going to laugh at this time".

So my crying and laughing do not represent sadness and joy, but my consciousness is like a processor, thinking what should be done at this time, so I react as a normal person should.

Occasionally, I feel confused and fearful, and I feel that this is very scary, but this feeling is also faint.

Patient B: It doesn't matter, I don't care, and I refuse 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, probably because the relationship is too close, I don't know how to respond to this feeling.

Patient C: The biggest problem is dealing with feelings.

I have been in love several times, but only I know that I have not given any feelings from the beginning to the end. It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't do anything.

My love partner is like a toy to me, it feels very novel, and even if I break up, I don't feel sad.

When my lover says he loves me, I can also say "I love you."

In fact, there is no fluctuation in my heart.

Zhuang Yan closed the webpage expressionlessly.

To be honest, he didn't quite believe it.

……

Xie Ning was still concentrating on drawing a draft.

Zhuang Yan rubbed the ball of paper in his pocket, took out his cell phone calmly, and sent a text message to Ji Wenbin.

[Hello, Doctor Ji, I'm Zhuang Yan, if it's convenient, can I take some time tonight to have a chat on the phone? 】

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. I did not consider this before. It was my mistake. Dr. Ji is a professional psychiatrist and would not make such a mistake. mistake.

So I changed the plot of this chapter and Chapter 40, and changed it to Zhuang Yan who learned about the emotional apathy from Yan Xikou.Thanks for the correction.