Don't Touch My Movie [Entertainment]

"Doctor Xu, have you redecorated again?" Lin Shen stepped into the door and said to the man with a gentle smile and rimless glasses.

Xu Linduan pushed his glasses, and glanced at his watch from the corner of his eye.

Fourteen twenty-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds.

It was one second short of the agreed time.

"No, it's just a change of furnishings and location, and it seems to work well."

"Indeed." Lin Shen pulled out the chair and sat down.

"Have you encountered anything interesting recently?"

This question was asked by Xu Linduan every time Lin Shen came over, and he got many answers.

For example, it takes more than a month to practice a five-flavored dried silk that is at the level of a state banquet, for example, research and analysis of the reasons why Bai Can has repeatedly failed and failed in the TV drama industry, or waste a lot of time to put together a giant jigsaw puzzle worth 1 yuan. .These things that many people think are boring and boring have aroused his interest, and then they were thrown away indifferently after losing interest.

Except for acting, he has never had anything long enough to be called a hobby when it comes to people or things. What he has only liked, and then liked it, so he no longer likes it. It is really hard to tell whether it is sincere, warm or cold.

"Yes, I met an interesting person."

Lin Shen stopped here when he said that, but Xu Linduan was surprised.In the past, no matter what it was, Lin Shen was willing to share it with him.Because he himself is very clear that all these are insignificant, he will throw them away sooner or later, and there is no need to cherish them at all.

But this time, Lin Shen didn't seem to think so.

"It's over?" Xu Linduan asked.

"Well. It's over." Lin Shen knew what he meant, but there was another voice in his heart.This time, he seemed... not very willing to share anything related to He Chengling with others.Only he knows, as long as he knows.

"You like him?" Xu Linduan asked.

"Yeah, I like him."

After he gave an affirmative answer, he felt his own mood and added, "It seems that I like Monet's overwhelming green lotus pond, and I like Rimbaud's vivid works touched by the fingers of the muse." It seems that I like Brahms' delicate and stubborn tune, like that beautiful leopard cat that has long disappeared, and its silky fur is sprinkled in the dusk."

Lin Shen's eyes are very gentle, inside is the dark tide but calm sea water, gentle and affectionate, staring at anyone can make the other person remember for a lifetime.

He affirmed himself, "Well, of course I like him."

Xu Linduan felt that Lin Shen's analogy this time was different from the past and more subjective. This may not be considered an advantage for others, but it is a good thing for Lin Shen. "Do you want him to be yours?"

Lin Shen made no secret of his ambition, "All interesting people or things, I hope they are mine."

Monet's "Water Lilies", Rimbaud's "Drunk Boat", Brahms' "German Requiem", and the leopard cat, including He Chengling.He likes all interesting and beautiful things and wants to have them.

Xu Linduan's voice came with a sigh, breaking Lin Shen's self-fantasy. "But you know that's impossible."

"I know."

"Water Lilies" hangs in an unknown collector, "Drunken Boat" can be read by everyone, "German Requiem" has never been without the Berlin Symphony, the ocelot never came back after running away from home, and He Chengling...

He Chengling does not belong to him either.

"But I'm still not reconciled." Lin Shen closed his eyes, still speaking in a gentleman's gentle tone.He has always looked directly at his own greed and ambition, and usually hides them tightly so that no one will notice. "There are so few things that can make me happy. If I let go again, what will I live on? If only a little bit of good people, good deeds and good things don't belong to me, how can I be reconciled?"

Xu Linduan firmly believed that he would discover a new Lin Shen today.

He has served as Lin Shen's psychological counseling work for five years, and he gets along very well.This is already amazing and rare. Lin Shen is the kind of person who makes even a psychology practitioner feel comfortable communicating.If outsiders came to see them, they would never think that they were the relationship between a counselor and a patient, but it was also because of this that his treatment could only stop.

Xu Linduan once suggested that he change to a psychological counselor and establish a solid relationship of trust with him to promote his recovery, but Lin Shen rejected this suggestion.

Lin Shen has problems with the cognition of himself and the role, which is a common problem of experiential actors, but unlike those actors, Lin Shen Shen plays deeper, but he is very clear about his problems, and he can even watch them separately.In front of the doctor, he can talk endlessly about everything, can describe his inner feelings carefully, and is very cooperative with everything, but the only thing is that he has no intention of freeing himself from this obstacle, and is even happy to stay in it.

He seems to use this as nourishment, the pain and cruelty are the support, the malice and helplessness are all the adjustments, and he devotes himself to the carnival in the form of self-sacrifice, and completes various grand performances.

This happens once, every time.

Never tired of it, until death.

Xu Linduan always felt that whether he was Lin Shen's psychiatrist or not, from the perspective of a bystander, Lin Shen was a person worthy of admiration.

But today is different, today's Lin Shen is different, he is more like a person today, alive, flesh and blood, possessive and selfish, instead of acting out other people's love and hate through the screen.

Lin Shen really didn't need him to be his psychiatrist.

Xu Linduan thought.

He has countless paths, and he can live his life as he pleases without being sad.

He offered another suggestion that sounded like it had nothing to do with therapy. "Lin Shen, paintings, poems, movements, and pets, they are different from people. If you think about it carefully, your feelings towards them will definitely be different."

"When I come back from Cannes," Lin Shen said, "I may have time to think about it after I come back."

As soon as Lin Shen got out of Xu Linduan's place and opened the car door, he received a call from his old friend, director Zhou Linxi.

"Little brother, do you still remember what you talked to me last time?"

"Remember, do you know who it is?" The fellow director who beat the producer half to death.

"It's He Chengling."

Hearing this name, Lin Shen only had two words in his mind—sure enough.

Zhou Linxi's voice was a little mocking. "Don't tell me, He Chengling is a young man with a strong temper. He has a tough temper and is very aggressive. He is exactly the same as you back then. You can't make it public, and you can still make it so far. It's amazing."

When Lin Shen heard the word "brilliant", his memory was pulled back to his first meeting with He Chengling in Berlin, which only he knew.The soft and slightly curly hair, the thin shoulders, and the exposed white ankles are rendered under the winter sun.

He sighed, "He hasn't changed, it's me who has changed." Assuming the same situation happened now, He Chengling might go up to the person who opened a wine bottle and beat the other party, begging for mercy on his knees and calling him Dad, but Lin Shen He is no longer the stunned young man he was back then, he can play some private tricks that adults would use.

"People will change." Zhou Linxi flicked the cigarette ash, "Lin Shen, in fact, we make movies, as long as our attitude towards movies remains the same."

Even if everything else changes, only the movie, and the belief in it, must be spotless.

In the same city of Pingjing, He Chengling drove through layers of suppression at ten-meter checkpoints and 20-meter checkpoints, and finally came to a building.

He opened the door and went in, grinning openly at the old man who was making tea in the living room, "Grandfather."

The old man continued to make tea without raising his eyes.

But He Chengling didn't care, sat down with a smile, picked up a cup and drank it, "Grandfather, I finally came here once, so you won't stop talking to me, right?"

"You still know, I thought you had forgotten me as an old man. Some time ago, my grandson was in a lawsuit and the orderly told me. You don't know how to make a phone call yourself, do you want me to call you?"

"I'm afraid you're worried." He Chengling drank too fast just now and didn't taste anything, but now he slowed down. Did you do something illegal? You have to open the trunk and check."

Hearing He Chengling's eccentricity, the old man snorted coldly, "When you came back from Germany, I should have thrown you directly in the barracks, so that it saves too much talk and trouble now. Gossip tabloids can't get you in every day. "

He Chengling shrugged, "How can I? They're all writing nonsense. The media, it's someone else's mouthpiece, not mine. Besides, even if you really throw me into the barracks, it's just raising an extra soldier. In the end, it was the same as A Rui."

"Compare yourself to others," the old man has been worried about two things all his life. At that time, his daughter seemed to be fascinated by a German bastard and died in depression. Now, meeting such a monkey added to his old age. A lot of greatness. "Ah Rui wasn't like that when he was a soldier."

"Yes." He Chengling continued to spare no effort to slander his assistant, "In front of the old general, any little soldier who dares to act mischievously should pretend to be nice."

"Then you dress me up too."

"I'm not the same as them." He Chengling smiled, "I'm not your grandfather's soldier, I've learned some kung fu and I've used it all to fight. I really can't bear the burdens of my family and country."

"Who asked you to carry it?" The old man kicked over, completely losing his previous fairy demeanor. "You're going to fly to France to attend that film festival in a few days, right?"

"Well, the Cannes Film Festival. Look at the films made by others. I came here today to tell you, otherwise you, the old man, will have to listen to the orderly. You are also a good young man, who is forced to give to you all day long. An old man seeks gossip to relieve his boredom, and his lofty ideals are all in vain."

"Xiao Ji is great, but he doesn't talk as much as you do."

He Chengling looked at the young soldier who stood tall and straight like a young poplar in the distance, holding a gun. He didn't know which muscle was cramped, and suddenly recalled Lin Shen's appearance in military uniform.

Serene and calm, imposing and firm.

Indeed...it looks pretty good.