Ark, they don't revolve around you

Zhuang Ning also applauded. Although hearing the words Ning and Zhuang always sounded harsh, the leading actors' acting skills were indeed excellent and they brought people into the drama after just one listen.

The only flaw is that when he looked at the protagonist, he saw his past self, which was still so ridiculous.

Zhuang Ning put his hand on Nian's head: "It seems that I don't need to come anymore, Miss Nian, you are enough."

Even if Zhuang Ning looked at it with the most critical eyes, he could not make any suggestions. Nian lowered his head to hide his blushing face: "It's okay."

"There's no need to belittle yourself." Zhuang Ning smiled slightly. "I'm really looking forward to the moment when you finish filming this drama. Then I'll call Zhongyue, Xi, and Ling, and we can go to the premiere together."

He didn't see Nian's expression. The girl had a faint, trance-like smile on her face, like a girl who heard her lover's whispers in the sun. She was a 10-year-old girl who had lived for more than a thousand years, but now her expression looked like that of a little girl.

Now that there was no problem with the show, Zhuang Ning naturally didn't need to stay here. It would be wrong to delay the progress of the show.

"Doctor." Behind him, Nian tried his best to make a mosquito-like sound, "Is what I did... okay?"

Zhuang Ning gave a thumbs up: "Great!"

It was really great, as if the beast had really had such a past. Zhuang Ning suddenly remembered a scene in the simulation, where a woman who integrated twelve years old stood proudly between heaven and earth. If she really fell in love with someone, it would definitely not be her type. The giant beast called Year Old was actually more persistent and crazy than anyone thought.

If she woke up and saw that I had arranged for her to be a girl in love, I'm afraid that monster would use all its tricks to kill me several times, right?

Zhuang Ning smiled and walked out of the studio. The sunlight was blindingly bright. A man in grey clothes came hurriedly towards them. He was dressed very respectably, in a grey suit, a bowler hat, and shiny leather shoes. He had a calm expression as if facing a catastrophe. It was none other than the screenwriter.

"Is the screenwriter here too?" Zhuang Ning greeted.

"Master Zhuang." Although the man was dressed in a suit, he bowed honestly.

"No need to call me Sir, I'm just here to watch the show." Zhuang Ning remained polite.

"You don't have to worry, sir. Although I was worried about Miss Guonian before, she is indeed an excellent director." The man boasted.

But he hesitated for a moment, then said gently and seriously: "If you don't mind, can you have a drink with me?"

Restaurant.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun stretched the flag of the tavern very long, and Zhuang Ning and the screenwriter sat in the corner.

The screenwriter's first sentence slightly shocked Zhuang Ning's heart: "My Lord... No, Doctor, do you feel that something is wrong with Miss Nian?"

"Something's wrong?"

"Yes, you two are familiar with each other after all."

Zhuang Ning frowned and asked, "What's wrong with this movie?"

The screenwriter shook his head slightly: "No problem, Miss Nian almost reproduced our idea."

"Then what made you think of this?"

"I'm worried about Director Nian's mental state." The screenwriter took off his sunglasses, revealing his eyes with dark circles, and said, "I know very well that she is in a state of panic and excitement. She seems to think she is going to die."

Zhuang Ning sighed softly: "How did you know that?"

"intuition."

"Intuition, don't you think this reason is ridiculous?" His eyes turned colder.

"But I am just this kind of person. Even though you are so kind, I am still afraid of you and think you are like a wild beast." The screenwriter did not back down. He had the persistence that a writer should have.

"I am a beast, what was that year?" Zhuang Ning became interested.

"Let me think about it. Director Nian must be a dying dragon, right?" the screenwriter said dimly. "A dragon is a noble creature. It will never admit its weakness until death. But she still wants your approval. For this reason, she even deliberately changed my protagonist and turned him into someone else."

Zhuang Ning thought about the so-called Ning Zhuang, and felt a little nervous: "What does that have to do with her dying?"

"She wants someone to remember her, right? Director Nian looks young, but she looks like an octogenarian. She seems to have seen everything."

The screenwriter's whispers are meaningful: "I am still in distress. Theoretically, I have lived for tens of thousands of years. How can such an existence love a mediocre individual? I said that maybe I am interested in the human world, but I shouldn't fall in love with an unknown mortal."

"How did Nian answer?"

"She asked me why not? She said, do you understand age? Why wouldn't a guy who has lived for ten thousand years find a partner just because he was in a spur of the moment?"

The screenwriter fell into a very solemn attitude. Once facing his own work, he would be in an enlightened state where nothing else matters to him: "She asked me to imagine a situation where everyone died while conquering a giant beast, except for one soldier. This soldier was lucky enough to survive, but he did not run away. Instead, he slashed at the monster that was thousands of times more powerful than himself."

"In fact, the soldier was also afraid, but his anger surpassed his fear. When he saw this scene, he might have remembered the soldier at that time."

"She is a being who has lived for ten thousand years, but everyone is afraid of her. Of course, she would be interested in Xiaobing. Sui Beast should be the freest god between heaven and earth, and can do whatever he wants, so she wants this person to be her partner." The screenwriter sighed, "In the final analysis, Sui is also very lonely, and he has no one of his kind. Doctor, you should have seen her expression at that time. She put herself into Sui Beast's perspective. In Sui's eyes, he himself is a powerful being, but he also wants companions, so he stayed with Shanhai Clan, even though he went crazy because Shanhai Clan was destroyed later, and was willing to be hacked to death by the protagonist."

"Director Nian, do you want to show this segment to someone?" the screenwriter said, and then said nothing more. His intention was obvious. He was actually a peacemaker who came to help find a marriage - he was trying to bring Nian and the Doctor together.

Zhuang Ning didn't say anything, just stood up quietly and picked up his things.

At this moment, he suddenly turned his eyes back, and his pupils were filled with an extremely cold color: "There are some things that you should not attend."

The screenwriter felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and was stared at by an evil spirit. Cold sweat dripped onto the table.

"Just focus on filming, and don't worry about the rest." Zhuang Ning put his hand on his shoulder, his tone was gentle, but there was no warmth in his eyes: "This is good for both you and me."

Chapter 8: In short, I regret it very much (k)

Zhuang Ning lowered his eyebrows to hide the murderous intent in his eyes. It's not that he didn't understand the screenwriter's intention, but he sneered, thinking that this man shouldn't talk too much.

Indeed, with Precious as his companion, Zhuang Ning's edge has been somewhat reduced and is no longer so dazzling, but some things are deeply rooted and cannot be erased.

For example, distrust.

This is the natural suspicion of those in high positions towards others. Those who hold power must be accustomed to those dirty conspiracies and betrayals. They have become part of the conspiracies and betrayals.

To this day, Zhuang Ning occasionally thinks of the night when he met Nian again in Yumen half a year ago. He used to like this girl very much. Who could not like such a girl who sticks to him, speaks sweetly and is so beautiful?

However, she is a dragon after all. Zhuang Ning thinks he understands her, but he only sees part of her.

When he saw Nian, Zhuang Ning felt tired. This tiredness was not simply homesickness, but the fear wrapped in loneliness. He felt confused. In just three and a half years, Zhuang Ning, as an ordinary person, had changed dramatically.

He wanted to find this person to talk to, and Nian happened to be there, so he naturally thought that Nian would comfort him.

But he never expected that his so-called friend would be so angry. The old man stood up coldly, his face flushed with alcohol, but his eyes were so sad and cold.

Zhuang Ning had seen similar expressions in many people's eyes, such as Chen Huijie, who had not contacted Zhuang Ning for a year and a half, even though their relationship was as close as that of lovers.

For example, in Texas, Zhuang Ning thought he understood her, but on that rainy night, she coldly rejected Zhuang Ning's proposal. She said that she was not the same kind of person as her, and expressed her resistance by drinking alone.

For example, Mostima, this seemingly lonely Sakota girl always complained about what she saw and heard, and he thought that was a sincere expression and that he had entered the girl's world.

But he was wrong.

People's hearts are really the hardest to see through. You think you have a close relationship, but it's just a thin film of illusion. He actually doesn't understand these women at all, right?

"Do you think you are close to them, Doctor? But one day they will forget you." She said softly, as if talking to herself. She raised the wine to the bright moon and uttered mocking words, but she didn't know whether the object of the mockery was herself or Zhuang Ning.

If human growth is to defeat the immature self, then the immature self will definitely die in the night of growth. That's right, she ruthlessly tore apart Zhuang Ning's fantasy.

"You feel like you have a close relationship with them. I can sense it from what you say." Young sighed, "So what? Are those things really that important to them? Doctor, your memories are embellished. You feel happy with those people, but you must have done something wrong."

"If you didn't do anything wrong, they shouldn't have left, but you and I are here in this restaurant, drinking together. Let's toast to the moon, and there will be more people." Nian said calmly, "What can I do? You don't even know where you went wrong. This is how the world is. My brothers and sisters think they are too noble and don't want to come into contact with the world. But if they walk around like me, they will think it's no big deal. The Sarkaz people said it well, there is nothing new under the sun. No matter how deep the feelings between a couple are, when the wife dies, the husband will still remarry."

"You see, sincerity is so cheap, Doctor. If I disappear, you will definitely forget me in a few years. What's so strange about that? It's not strange, not at all!" She spoke loudly, as if she was roaring at the whole world. Zhuang Ning used to think that this girl was using her behavior to cover up some extremely pessimistic emotions.

But this is what she thought?

His mouth suddenly felt dry. He wanted to say something, but he felt something was wrong. He shook his head and muttered, "I have a good memory. I'm sure I can still remember you. If not, I still have paper and pen."

"Paper and pen are nothing. Time is the greatest torrent. In less than a hundred years, in ten years, everything will be turned upside down. In ten years, there will be countless partings, joys and sorrows. Sometimes I really feel bored in the human world, because the world is a huge boiler, and everyone is thrown into this pot and turned into ashes!" She was silent for a long time, pouring wine into her mouth, and smiling so gently, "Doctor, if you disappear, many people will definitely remember you. After all, you are so powerful and famous. But people like me have never left any traces in the history of Dayan, and will soon disappear completely."

"Disappear?" Zhuang Ning lowered his head and burst into tears while smiling, "So you think I will definitely forget you?"

"Of course." A hand was placed on his shoulder. "After all, the doctor is a very heartless person."

——You are also a very heartless person.

I never thought this girl would say this. This is not funny, this is... absurd!

At that moment, Zhuang Ning was shaken, because he had always wanted to integrate into this world, but it turned out that in the eyes of others, he was actually very heartless?

Do you really understand them?

He looked at Nian and thought of the girl's crazy behavior on Rhode Island, the hot pot, the furnace, and the laughter, looking carefree. But although she looked crazy, she was actually a wise person, and her every move was full of inexplicable vicissitudes.

The girl who would hang around in the lounge and force him to watch a Columbia movie all night was only doing it on a whim, and the friendliness she occasionally showed you might have been shown to others for countless years in her long career.

He doesn't understand her.

As long as there is no understanding, there is no trust - he doesn't trust anyone except Priss.

Zhuang Ning told the screenwriter that because he is the protagonist, the world revolves around him, but reality is not a movie. It's like a girl once told you that her music was played for you, just like the love story of Boya and Zhong Ziqi. But if you disappear for ten years, the girl you thought was upright might get together with someone else, and who knows, the person she gets together with might be a terrorist or something else. It doesn't matter.

Yes, that's how it should be. This is not a question of betrayal or not. Zhuang Ning, in this position, doesn't realize that she sees Nian's sincerity. How long has this screenwriter worked with Nian? Why does he think he knows her?

Self-indulgent literati are the most disgusting in any era, especially when they always think they have seen through the world. Bullshit, the world is so complicated, and countless factors are changing every moment.

Zhuang Ning sneered at last and left the tavern, leaving the screenwriter gasping for breath.

He just came to do a favor because the director named Nian was quite pitiful, and he was confident in his eloquence, so it would be a good thing for them to be a couple.

But the screenwriter realized that he was wrong. How could this be a beast? He was just a politician. Politicians are definitely not good people. They smile at you in front of people and look friendly, but when they really show their fangs, they are often the most deadly.

I'm sorry, Miss Nian... The screenwriter wiped away the cold sweat, he really shouldn't have gotten involved in this matter. He looked at his watch and found that half an hour had passed. He had been sitting still for so long out of fear that he didn't notice the passage of time at all.

During this time, another girl appeared in front of him with a smile on her face: "Mr. Screenwriter."

"Director Nian?"

"It's me." Nian nodded, "Did you talk to the doctor just now?"

The screenwriter had to force a smile on his face: "It's just a small thing, just a small thing."

"No, you said what I wanted to express to him through my movie." Nian Di sighed and clapped his hands. "That's amazing. How long have we worked together and you guessed it?"

The screenwriter really wants to shout, "Guess what!" You've even changed the name and personality of my protagonist. If I can't figure this out, then what kind of screenwriter am I!

But he couldn't say that, and just blamed himself secretly. Sure enough, some things couldn't be mixed, and the feelings between these two were one of them.

The screenwriter tried his best to maintain his demeanor: "If you watch it a lot, it will come naturally."

"But you've gone too far. You see, that person is very unhappy. When he's unhappy, he can be very scary, so generally no one would make him angry."

The girl took a sip of wine, it seemed to be Erguotou, very strong, but she was not drunk. She smiled and said, "Don't look so sad, I should thank you. I knew that person was not as relieved as he acted."

It was a bit silly, but the screenwriter realized later that the girl had heard everything.

"He left something behind." Nian held up the script. "I wanted to give it to him, but I heard it outside. It's better not to have heard it, though."

The screenwriter was even more at a loss.

Fortunately, the girl didn't say anything and staggered towards the door. The screenwriter could still feel a kind of vitality from her, as gorgeous as summer flowers, and also like cicadas. Cicadas will die in autumn, so they will chirp in summer and make the loudest sound, which is the swan song of life. He can vaguely feel a similar aura from the girl.

The only difference is probably that girls are much prettier than insects, so they tend to be more pitiful.

But now the screenwriter seems to see cherry blossoms. He has traveled all over Dayan, and the impression of cherry blossoms in Jiang Qicheng makes him unforgettable. The flowering period of this flower is very short, but it is beautiful and flawless, just like the year at this moment.

"Go back early, Mr. Screenwriter, and don't get involved." The girl looked back suddenly, and in an instant, the screenwriter was surprised why he felt that she looked like cherry blossom, because she was wearing a retro skirt today, the white dress was whiter than snow, and the skirt was embroidered with brilliant white flowers.

This must be her from the film crew, she looked like an immortal. But the girl didn't give him a chance to look at her, she walked away gradually.

The screenwriter shook his head, trying to dispel the girl's last gaze. It was really weird. He only felt lonely, sad and helpless.

The screenwriter warned himself not to think too much, this was not his place to participate. If he just did his job well, he would be rich and famous, and he would be cheered by the crowd.

So, just listen to them and don't get involved in this incident. After all, your life is the most important.

……

boom!

A sound like hammering iron echoed.

The sword forge was empty. The girl held the hammer, working meticulously. The fire beside her was incredibly hot, dispelling the coldness of the night.

Nian was very focused on forging iron, even though the girl didn't look like a blacksmith at all.

In the months since the start of filming, she has become accustomed to working alone in the dead of night. Occasionally, she would sigh that time flies so fast and the film is about to be finished in the blink of an eye. It is so smooth and incredible.

However, in the end, Nian couldn't help but sigh and secretly mocked his own uselessness.

"You have been forging this sword for several months." A voice came from her ear, but Nian did not look up. She was still forging. She did not like to be distracted at this time, even if the person speaking was her elder brother Zhongyue.

Seeing this, Zhongyue just stared in silence.

Nian struck the last hammer, wiped away the sweat, and with flames wrapped around her fingertips, she dipped the sword into the water. Smoke and dust burst out, and the charcoal attached to the sword faded away bit by bit.

Then, a cold light burst out and shot directly at Douniu, almost piercing through the floating clouds!

"Excellent sword." Zhongyue applauded, "This should be your most perfect masterpiece. You have never forged such a perfect weapon in a thousand years."

In the dark night, the sword in Nian's hand emitted a faint fluorescent light. It was indeed a clear sword. Chongyue could tell at a glance that this sword was extraordinary.