secret movie

It was a very strange feeling. Duan Shu kept his head buried between his knees, his forehead was obviously pressed against the soft and warm arms, but the closer he got to his wrist, the more numb he felt. The sore and swollen feeling spread along the nerves, the source It was an extremely strange palm.

The hands holding the painting just now seemed to no longer belong to him, so he interpreted that lost emotion very well, because when he was holding the painting and looking at Zhang Jiayan, he really didn't know if the prop oil painting would suddenly fall on the ground. Suddenly, he lost the sense of his hands, so his body trembled weakly and dazedly, which accurately interpreted the mood this character should have.

Various voices buzzed in my ears, Duan Shu didn't realize it, and tried hard to find the power to control his body in the void, but his hands seemed to have been whipped thousands of times, and seemed to be drawn by an invisible abyss. devour.

But in the eyes of outsiders, he just stayed alone like that, quietly, except for a slight flick of the fingers brushed by the hair.

In this unexpected situation, the heroine Zhang Jiayan, who has completed today's scene smoothly, is much calmer than the inexperienced director Zhao Yuan. She lowered her tone and asked with concern: "What's wrong with Teacher Duan?"

Duan Shu didn't answer, so Zhang Jiayan then looked at his assistant who was still in a daze: "Smile, is Teacher Duan feeling unwell?"

Yao Xiaoxiao grabbed the tissue and water glass, and when she asked her, she woke up from the daze, and suddenly realized: "Oh, maybe it's hypoglycemia, I brought chocolate!"

She immediately put down the things in her hands, and skillfully took out a row of chocolates from the small bag, and it seemed that she was prepared, and she pulled a chair, ready to tell Duan Shu to sit for a while.

Seeing this, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily nothing happened.

Zhang Jiayan reacted quickly and said to Zhao Yuan: "Anyway, today's shooting is over, let Teacher Duan rest here for a while, by the way, the director, I have some doubts about the scene tomorrow..."

After speaking, she went out together with Zhao Yuan, and Zhao Yuan also understood her meaning belatedly, and said to the other crew members in time: "Everyone has worked hard, today is the end of work, let's go to dinner first, You can clean it up later."

Whether it's hypoglycemia or something else, it should be left to Duan Shu now.

The people on the set gradually emptied, the noise faded away, and the silence shrouded in the embers of the setting sun remained.

Duan Shu, who was trapped in the dark, couldn't help but think that besides speaking properly, he should also add a note of "tactful and sharp" to Zhang Jiayan.

Yao Xiaoxiao was half squatting beside Duan Shu, but when he saw that there was no one around, he simply sat down on the ground again, and then gently tore open the plastic packaging bag of chocolate, ready to hand it to Duan Shu at any time.

Her voice was as bright as her name: "Brother Duan, are you feeling bad? Do you want to call a doctor for you? I haven't seen you have a hypoglycemia attack while filming before. You didn't eat lunch, okay?" ?”

Duan Shu's muffled voice came from the crook of his arm: "I don't have hypoglycemia."

Yao Xiaoxiao pinched his nose and handed over the chocolate: "Okay, okay, you don't have hypoglycemia, you just like to eat sweets, eat it quickly, this brand is delicious, every time I take it out, I have to struggle with self-made masterpieces struggle, I'm still losing weight..."

It was really hard for her to connect Duan Shu with his sweet tooth, and because his state before eating sugar seemed to be unwell, she took it for granted that he had hypoglycemia.

In her usual thoughts, Duan Shu finally raised his head. He looked at the fragrant chocolate, hesitated for a long time, and then tentatively stretched out the hole, as if he was operating a claw machine filled with An uncertain grip.

He stared intently at his hand, visually judging the distance between it and the chocolate, and felt nothing when his fingertips touched the smooth wrapping paper.

Yao Xiaoxiao observed his expression, interpreting this complex emotion and his slightly slow movements as a kind of sadness caused by the drama.

"Brother Duan, are you unhappy?"

Seeing Duan Shu's puzzled eyes, she immediately said: "The scene just now was very sad even for me to watch, has Brother Duan's mood been affected? Besides, this afternoon..."

Her voice dropped.

This afternoon, Lu Mingye's account posted a quite eye-catching art concept drawing on social media, without any accompanying text, which was quickly interpreted by the outside world as a silent response to the widely circulated report.

Duan Shu is going to shoot a new director's niche literary film, and he has embarked on a road that no one in China has traveled. The public opinion is discussing everything related to it enthusiastically, and some people are serious about it based on Duan Shu's newly released interview content. Analyzing the possibility of this pair of golden partners parting ways.

Yao Xiaoxiao's voice stopped and she didn't continue, she knew that Duan Shu would not take the initiative to look at these things, and now is not a good time to report such things to him.

She was one of the very few people who knew the two men were having a falling out.

Duan Shu understood her hesitation, he began to eat chocolate with much slower movements than before, but his tone was very ordinary: "What's Lu Mingye doing again?"

"Oh, I didn't do anything, I just released some new film progress." Yao Xiaoxiao held her chin and comforted her in her standard serious and joking tone, "Guide Lu can be regarded as someone I grew up with, and how to do things is still the same. So impulsive."

As she expected, Duan Shu smiled, and the traces of painter's paint on his cheeks were dyed more intensely by the sunlight. He would always be amused by such an old-fashioned tone.

Yao Xiaoxiao finally felt relieved, and thoughtfully moved the water glass to his side.

He stopped asking, and concentrated on biting open the brown sweet that was held up by a blank space, and the crisp crackling sound between his lips and teeth sounded again and again.

The cocoa-flavored sugar melts quickly in the mouth, and dopamine is rampant in the brain.

He closed his eyes, his drooping eyelashes trembling slightly, casting thick and deep shadows in the setting sun.

When he opened his eyes again, the lonely painter disappeared completely, covered by the illusion of happiness.

Duan Shu quietly looked at his palm, clutching the thin wrapping paper, and slowly clenched it into a fist little by little, like staring at a mechanical gripper separated by glass, not knowing whether it was held tightly or softly powerless.

His face returned to its usual expression, gentle and elegant, making it impossible to find any faults, and then he said softly, "Smile."

Yao Xiaoxiao looked up from the phone screen: "Huh?"

She is planning to invite a nutritionist she knows to come to this remote and closed island immediately. Although Duan Shu's role in the scene is only ten days, diet is very important. It is her responsibility not to let him suffer from hypoglycemia again.

And Duan Shu looked at her. This girl who was a few years younger than him had been his assistant for four years and had dyed her hair three times. She now had short brown hair and a round fleshy face. A penguin doll, with fingers nimbly sliding on the phone screen, the desktop is a photo with her boyfriend, both of them are smiling silly, and their arms are full of dolls.

There is an abundance of vitality everywhere.

The doll penguin swaying in the wind was very close to him. The little yellow hat was worn neatly, and the fine felt looked fluffy, making one involuntarily want to reach out and poke it.

But he can't.

He tried his best, but he couldn't accurately touch the warm yellow that was flowing continuously.

He even had a premonition that this sudden senselessness would not get better naturally with the passage of time.

"Don't look for a nutritionist, help me contact a doctor." Duan Shu said calmly, "Maybe, I really need to see a doctor."

Two weeks later.

In the spacious and bright consulting room, the young doctor is sitting behind the desk, typing on the keyboard and recording something.

Someone knocked on the door, and he sat up straight in reflex, and said in response, "Please come in."

The girl wearing a pink nurse's cap poked her head out to look in, and whispered, "Dr. Chen, your patient hasn't come yet?"

Dr. Chen immediately sat back to his usual position, waved his hand and said, "Go, go, don't make trouble, it's not time yet."

The nurse blinked and said, "Tell me which star it is, I won't say it."

"The other side said that they will sign a non-disclosure agreement." Dr. Chen shook his head honestly, "Okay, go about your business, and be careful that you will be caught by Sister Zhang and leave your post."

"That must be a big star!" The nurse made a face at him, didn't insist anymore, and closed the door gently.

Dr. Chen looked away with a grin, and looked at the computer screen again. As the mouse wheel slid, many keywords that he deliberately enlarged flashed by: body image disorder, somatic agnosia, Cotard syndrome, BIID... …

The densely packed text content shifted from the neurological domain to the psychological domain, but he was still not sure.

Although he looked calm in front of the nurse, Dr. Chen actually didn't know who the incoming patient was. He just heard the other party describe the general symptoms during the online communication, and mentioned that he was engaged in the film and television industry.

In addition, the other party was first contacted by an assistant, so he estimated that there was a high probability that he was a star. Among the patients who patronized this expensive high-end private hospital, many of them were entertainers who value privacy. big name star.

But today, the patient's symptoms are very special, which made Dr. Chen very curious. He couldn't help secretly listing the celebrities he had heard about, those who had suffered severe physical trauma, or whose mental state was not stable. People—this is more related to the diseases he can think of at present.

But these people don't seem to need to sign a non-disclosure agreement. This is a very solemn double insurance measure. This hospital is already famous for protecting privacy.

While he was thinking, there was another knock on the door, two gentle knocks.

Doctor Chen straightened his back again, and the faces of third- and fourth-tier artists flashed in his mind. He cleared his throat and said, "Please come in."

The door was slowly pushed open, and to his surprise, a man in a wheelchair came into view.

The brown-haired girl beside him pushed him into the room, and then closed the door with a sigh of relief, with a look of worry on her face that even the mask couldn't hide.

The man in the wheelchair only showed a pair of extremely good-looking eyes, and greeted him: "Doctor Chen, hello."

Dr. Chen stood up immediately, moved the chair prepared for the visitor in front of the desk aside, and reminded him very intimately: "Hello, if it is not convenient, I can actually provide the service of on-site consultation."

He couldn't think of any star in the entertainment industry who needed a wheelchair.

But the voice of the other party was very familiar.

"It's okay, it's just a temporary inconvenience."

The man in the wheelchair seemed to be smiling, his eyes were filled with the bright sunlight outside the window, and his tone was flat.

"I told you before that the symptoms first appeared in the hands, then moved to the back, and now it has changed again. I have no feeling in my legs and it is difficult to walk, so I can only use a wheelchair first."

"According to the previous pattern, tomorrow will be better, maybe a new position, maybe back to the hand."

The brown-haired girl pushed him to the desk, and then quietly exited the consultation room, leaving only the dazed doctor and the calm patient behind.

Even in the earlier English literature on this type of disease, Dr. Chen has not seen a case that is completely consistent with the symptoms described by the person in front of him.

He recorded it subconsciously, and asked naturally: "Can you describe to me the process of the disease in detail, this one—what should I call you?"

"Sorry, I forgot." The patient took off his mask, showing a rather apologetic expression, "My surname is Duan."

Dr. Chen looked up and suddenly froze.

He finally understood why this voice sounded familiar to him, because he had watched the movie starring the other party many times. It was one of the best domestic movies in recent years. A bright hope for a bright future in cinema.

He also finally understood why he had to sign a non-disclosure agreement.

If the symptoms of sensory failure cannot improve, or even worsen...

Duan Shu will disappear from the big screen forever.

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