Chapter 39

As soon as the bus stopped, the crowd started to stir and got off.

Xie Ning gets up from Zhuang Yan's arms and goes out with the crowd.

Just two steps, the sleeve of the suit was pulled.

"Slow down." Zhuang Yan said slowly, "there are too many people. Be careful of falling."

Xie Ning was speechless for a while: "how do I feel You treat me like a child. "

Zhuang Yan gets up and naturally holds Xie Ning's hand along his sleeve.

Wang gradually passed by two people, heard this sentence make complaints about Tucao: "where is a child, it is clearly to protect you as a porcelain doll."

Zhao Yangxin felt the same way: "it's not true. If you hold it in your hand, you're afraid of falling. If you hold it in your mouth, you're afraid of melting..."

Xie Ning was teased by them, and his face was completely fried.

Until he got out of the car, he still walked ahead with his head down, ignoring Zhuang Yan behind him.

Zhuang Yan reluctantly showed his hand: "I am calling who to provoke whom."

Turning around, he reprimanded Zhao Yang and Wang gradually: "you two can't say less."

Xie Ning is thin skinned and soft hearted in the end. No matter how shy, it is not good to give Zhuang Yan a face in front of so many people.

When I came to the door of a song and dance hall, my shame gradually faded and I quietly took Zhuang Yan's hand.

Zhuang Yan slowly raised the corner of his lips.

The singing and dancing hall is also one of the necessary scenes for shooting the drama of the Republic of China. The famous Bailemen in old Shanghai is not only a place of entertainment, but also closely related to all social classes.

Even after a hundred years, this "Far East's first Yuefu" still appeared frequently in various operas of the Republic of China.

It seems that there are not a few singing and dancing scenes in the dance hall, which will lack the charm of the Republic of China.

Wang gradually looked at the Playboy with great interest: "shall we go and have a look?"

Zhao Yang Tucao: "don't say this is just a scene of shooting. Is there anything in it that is not necessarily, and it's still in broad daylight. What do you expect to make complaints about?

Wang gradually solemnly said, "I just want to feel the atmosphere!"

There are indeed several scenes in the song and dance hall in the script. Xie Ning hesitates whether to follow in or not, so he is dragged forward by Zhuang Yan.

"Those shots don't matter. Let Wang look at them gradually." Zhuang Yan said, "let's get rid of them and go to the opera house in front of us."

Xie Ning hesitated: "this will not be good."

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Yan said calmly

Xie Ning went back to the dance hall and looked at it. The other people went in and ran away.

Others noticed the direction they were going, hesitated for a moment, but no one followed.

Zhuang Yan tugged his arm forward: "don't look, there are some tables and chairs inside, and there is a small stage. There is nothing to see."

Xie Ning: "I'm not curious about this."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "are you curious about red rose and white lily?"

When he stopped, Xie Ning did not stop, bumped into him, and was held by him: "honey, is it that I am not handsome enough or talented enough to make you interested in those wild flowers and weeds outside."

Xie Ning was startled by him, and half of his body was softened by the sound of "baby":.... "

Zhuang Yan had never called him so frivolously before. He has been spending more time with Wang these two days.

Wang gradually began to tease them all day. Zhuangyan was infected unconsciously. Today, he blurted out somehow.

But looking at shening's look, he thought it was good to shout.

"What's the matter, baby?"

This sound appears deliberate, Xie Ning red face stare at him one eye: "you just darling!"

"And..." "I'm not interested in red roses and white lilies. I just think it's not good to leave them there," he explained

Zhuang Yan touched his chin and pondered: "it's not very good. He didn't say anything to them. He had a feeling of elopement."

Xie Ning was totally powerless I don't mean that. "

Zhuang Yan chuckled, but his hand on his waist didn't loosen: "I told you earlier. It's good to take scenery gathering as a tour. Don't be so nervous. Today is only the next day, while our interest has not dissipated, we naturally want to find a chance to sneak out on a date

Xie Ning red ear tip, whispered: "who said to date with you."

Zhuang Yan pondered: "well In other words, elopement? "

Xie Ning: Forget it. Date it.

In front of it is the opera house. The gate of the meeting is still open. There is an old style poster standing at the door. Xie Ning glances at it. Before he can see what is painted on it, he is pulled into the theater by Zhuang Yan.

The entrance hall is resplendent, and there are several wooden chairs in the balustrade, which looks like public chairs in the park.A graceful woman in a cheongsam is probably acting as a receptionist, standing behind the ticket counter and smiling at them.

"Welcome to Broadway."

"This is a Broadway theater based on old Shanghai from 1920s to 1940s," Zhuang Yan introduced to Xie Ning

The name of Broadway, shening, is still heard. In a sense, it has become a synonym for musicals.

The cheongsam woman took them into the hall: "although there is no opera performance now, there is a holographic scene experience theater on the second floor, which will take you to feel the romantic love of the Republic of China."

Solemn frown: "holography What theater? "

"Holographic scene experience theater, we have posters outside."

Oh, it seems that I didn't notice when I came in.

Zhuang Yan is not interested at all.

What romantic love.

Is there romance in his plays and movies?

Is there a romantic love story between him and Mr. rabbit?

After visiting the performance hall, Zhuang Yan and Xie Ning decided on a few shots that could be used, and then they walked out.

The receptionists are still promoting their new theater: It's based on well-known movies. "

Hearing the two words of the movie, Zhuang Yan's steps were stopped. The receptionist immediately boasted about how advanced, novel and real the 4D brand-new experience was, which made people immerse themselves in it.

Zhuang Yan turned his head and asked Xie Ning, "go and have a look?"

Although he didn't know why he changed his mind suddenly, it didn't matter: "I'm free."

They were taken to the small hall on the second floor. They first heard the babbling song from an old record, saying that it was a background plot specially designed to make tourists feel like they were in.

The voice was ethereal and hazy, as if coming from the far end.

Zhuang Yan commented: "it's nice to hear, but it's too hazy to hear what she's singing."

Xie Ning blinked and thought of the poster he had glanced at at the door. He felt that the voice was inexplicably ethereal and quiet.

He asked Zhuang Yan, "what kind of film is this adapted from? It should be related to opera?"

After staying abroad for a long time, Zhuang Yan subconsciously remembered a name: "phantom of the opera?"

Xie Ning was silent for a few seconds: "there is also a movie in China that was born out of the phantom of the opera, which is still in the background of the Republic of China..."

"Midnight Song." Zhuang Yan answered.

Xie Ning gave him a silent look.

Both the phantom of the opera and the song of the night are mixed with some elements of horror while telling romantic love stories.

Zhuang Yan raised his eyes, clasped Xie Ning's wrist and asked in a low voice, "afraid?"

Xie Ning shakes his head: "not afraid."

Zhuang Yan sneered: "it's not a shame to speak up if you are afraid."

Xie Ning still shook his head: "I'm not afraid."

Zhuang Yan's eyebrows were picked and he was surprised: "you look so shy and blushing at ordinary times. I didn't expect to be so bold."

“……”

Xie Ning drooped his eyes and whispered: "in fact My empathy ability is particularly poor, many times, I can't understand other people's emotions

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not interlinked.

Some people can read with tears, as if they have experienced the ups and downs of the characters in the book, while some people only feel affectation, or mention a sigh, turn around and forget.

Xie Ning is the latter.

He knows that others are sad, but he doesn't know why and why he is sad.

Zhuang Yan's heart moved, and his face was sorry: "then I can't see your fear."

Xie Ning:

Zhuangyan added, "I thought you might shrink into my arms and hold me when you are trembling with fear."

Xie Ning looked at him speechless: "what are you thinking every day..."

Zhuang Yan picked up his eyebrows and laughed and replied without hesitation: "I'm thinking of you."

Xie Ning has nothing to say.

Zhuang Yan also had a little pity: "since you can't feel it, playing this is not a waste of time."

Xie Ning pursed his lips: "also It's not that I can't feel it at all. "

Zhuang Yan raised his eyes: "Oh?"

"It is It's very light. " Shenin struggled to organize his words.

Zhuangyan pondered for a moment and asked, "is this a better metaphor? If someone adds a piece of sugar to a glass of water and can taste the sweetness after dilution, you are like throwing the sugar into the sea?"

"There is no sea Is it so serious? "

Zhuang Yan asked, "how much water is that?"

Xie Ning thought for a while and hesitated: "a bucket?"

Zhuang Yan raised his hand and gently touched Xie Ning's face, with a little inexplicable smell.Xie Ning moved uneasily.

There were other things he didn't say.

It's not only empathy, but also his perception of his own emotions.

Light is like lotus root broken after the silk still connected, still connected, but do not know which day will be completely broken.

Zhuang Yan asked in a low voice, "is that still playing?"

Shenin looked at him: "what?"

Zhuang Yan said, "this is the holography What kind of emotional experience. "

“…… It's a situational experience. " Shaning blinked. "Aren't you interested in the content of this film adaptation?"

Zhuang Yan shrugged his shoulders and said: "I was just curious about which movie it was before. I've seen either the phantom of the opera or the Midnight Song. It's the same whether I play it or not."

Xie Ning side looked at the old record, hesitated.

Zhuang Yan said, "in fact, it's still too late to go now."

Then the staff came to the next room and brought the old record.

Zhuang Yan stood up, but did not follow. He asked Xie Ning, "I listen to you."

"Let's go." Xie Ning hesitated for a long time before making a decision It's not always easy for the staff to prepare one in vain, and it's not necessarily the two films we guessed. "

Zhuang Yan gave an unexplained smile.

……

If Xie Ning had seen the poster downstairs when he entered the theater, he would not have said such a thing.

It turns out that their conjecture is not wrong. This holographic scene is based on the song of midnight, and even the name has not changed.

The whole room was dark.

Xie Ning is sitting on a chair, in front of which is the dressing mirror with shining white light.

Before leaving, the staff specially explained that once they entered the plot, they must not leave the chair, so Xie Ning straightened his back and did not dare to move.

This so-called 4D holography is more of a sensory stimulation.

For example, the lights are flickering, the singing is ethereal in the ear, and there seems to be something behind me that makes a faint sound when passing by, which makes people feel numb in their scalp involuntarily.

Occasionally, the chair would tremble twice, causing the body to tremble.

The hand was held by something, Xie Ning subconsciously shook.

Then he found that it was the Chuang next door who stretched his hand and held him.

Xie Ning side head, murmured in a low voice: "how at this time still hold."

Zhuang Yan's voice was faint with a smile: "anyway, the light is dark, no one else can see it."

In addition to them, there is also a tour group with about a dozen people participating in the scene experience.

There were occasional chats and two shrieks.

In this strange atmosphere, the two of them get together to talk, just like lovers who can't help whispering while watching a movie.

There seems to be something going on on on the stage, but Xie Ning doesn't seem to see anything. The whole Zhuang Yan's attention is attracted to the past.

Then he heard the woman's laughter.

The sound transmission device, which was probably mounted on the back of the chair, sounded directly in Schering's ear, just like the voice made by the woman in his ear.

Xie Ning's scalp felt numb for a moment.

Zhuang Yanzhuang put Xie Ning's hand in his hand as if bored. He said carelessly, "I'm not afraid. My hands are shaking."

Xie Ning: Not bad. "

The mirror in front of me suddenly lights up and a face full of hair slowly appears.

All of a sudden, there were screams.

Xie Ning was shocked by the mirror.

In fact, if you look carefully, you can see that the back of the head is slowly turning around in the mirror.

Schenen sees the face of the front woman.

"Just plain." Yanzhuang said so.

Xie Ning looked at it and then nodded his head Not bad. "

Zhuang Yan turned his head and laughed at him in the dark: "it's not as good-looking as you are."

Xie Ning:

He and the ghost together to compare the appearance, how strange feeling.

Zhuang Yanzhen asked, "are you not afraid?"

Xie Ning thought for a moment: "it's not completely afraid, the effect of horror is there. That is As long as you close your eyes and cover your ears, the sense of terror will be reduced a lot

Zhuang Yan chuckled.

With the development of the plot, all the lights suddenly went out.

All the light suddenly disappeared, including the mirror, which had been shining white, and returned to the dead again.

There was a white shadow floating through the room.

"Xie Ning."

Zhuang Yan called softly.

Shen Ning turned his head subconsciously.

One hand touched his face, and then his chin seemed to be held."Why..." Xie Ning just said two words, the voice suddenly disappeared.

Zhuang Yan leaned over in the dark and gently kissed him.

That moment, in sharp contrast to the rarefied fear.

It was his feelings for Zhuang Yan that seemed to overflow his chest.

That feeling was too turbulent, beyond his previous understanding of his own feelings, but he was at a loss.

Today, in the darkness and screams, he and zhuangyan exchange a kiss.

His hand touched his heart and felt the sound of his heart beating.

So strong and obvious.

Everything around me receded like a tide.

The only thing he could feel was Zhuang Yan's heart beating in his chest like him.

……

The schedule for the next few days was full.

Xie Ning finally understood why Zhuang Yan had to secretly pull him out for a date two days ago.

Because there is no such time and energy in the future.

Most of the scenes of the Republic of China are in fact half of a dozen, and you can't feel anything new in the end.

But we still have to go all the way. Sometimes we go one place in the morning and take a bus to another place in the afternoon.

Every night when I came back to the hotel, I was very tired both physically and mentally. Xie Ning fell on the bed and just wanted to have a good sleep after taking a bath.

There is no longer time to daydream about all kinds of mess.

Zhuang Yan looked at Xie Ning, who was lying on the bed and didn't want to move at all. He came to him and chuckled: "go to have a bath first?"

"Yes," he murmured

"I'll go back tomorrow." Zhuang Yan stretched out his hand and pulled him up. "I'll give you a few days off and have a good rest."

Xie Ning was relieved and yawned again.

I'm so tired.

The things of the two people are all in disorder on the bed. If in the past, we must clean them up first, but today we really don't have this energy.

When Xie Ning went to take a bath, Zhuang Yan sat by the bed with a laptop on his lap. He was in a hurry to look at the photos taken these days and occasionally made some marks and remarks.

The cell phone on the bed rang.

Zhuang Yan felt it subconsciously. When he got it, he found it was Xie Ning's.

It's a text message.

Zhuang Yan has no intention of exploring Xie Ning's * * but just glances at it and intends to put it back.

But the eyes stopped.

In the column of the sender, the seven words "psychologist: Ji Wenbin" are particularly attractive.

Zhuang Yan looks at the bathroom subconsciously, his eyes are slightly heavy.

Shenin never talked to him about a psychiatrist.

He threw his cell phone back to bed, but he secretly wrote down the name Ji Wenbin.

Psychiatrists

When Xie Ning came out from the bath, he found Zhuang Yan standing in front of the only small window in the room with a cigarette burning to the end in his hand.

He side looked at Xie Ning one eye, put out the cigarette, pulled the corner of his mouth: "sorry, did not hold back, smoked a cigarette."

Although he was smiling, Xie Ning felt that there was no smile in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Xie Ning doubted that he always felt something was wrong with Zhuang Yan.

Is it smoking?

Zhuang Yanshen took a breath: "it's OK. I guess I'm tired these two days."

"Oh," he said

Zhuang Yan looked at him, picked up the clothes on his chair, and strode into the bathroom: "I'll take a bath."

Xie Ning nodded, just after taking a bath, he climbed into bed with a fresh body.

There is a new text message in the mobile phone, which is the last appointment made by him and Ji Wenbin. Both sides have free time.

Xie Ning looked at the message coldly and replied.

I'll be there on time at 2 p.m. this Saturday. 】

the author has something to say: at first, he wrote the plot that Xie Ning was afraid of. Later, he thought it was wrong, deleted it, and wrote this version again.

I still feel that something is wrong. I think this chapter will be revised later.