Disaster Artist

"Disaster Artist(

Pei Wendan stood at the window of the studio, looked out from the box-sized window, and carefully outlined the graceful arc of the rolling hills with his eyes, thinking in his mind:

What would happen if you jumped down from the top of the mountain? What would it feel like to hit the ground hard after a free fall?

She wanted to "end" it all.

She is serious.

I originally thought that after going through numerous reviews and tests, I entered the "Tomson has something to say" program group, and I finally took the most difficult first step in Lanchuan, everything would be fine, and my dream of becoming a movie screenwriter would also be. Do it step by step.

However, the reality is not so.

Rejection again and again, failure again and again, not to mention the movie script, even the interview draft of the program team has always been poorly written.

She works hard.

She has been studying, creating, and persevering. The work of "Tomson has something to say" has enabled her to live in Lanchuan. However, she has never been able to find a breakthrough in her dream, and even the work of the program team has encountered bottlenecks. , hitting the wall again and again made her doubt herself:

Perhaps, she is not suitable for this path at all; perhaps, her so-called dream should not exist at all.

But what else could she do if it wasn't this way?

Persist in the dream of fifteen years, just give up? More importantly, she always ran towards this goal, but now she gave up suddenly, and she didn't know where she should go. Life seemed to collapse in an instant, and all insistence and belief in all directions disappeared.

Every day, she still insists on working. The work of "Tomson has something to say" has never been delayed, trying to avoid the trouble of becoming someone else as much as possible, but day by day, she feels more and more like a body without a soul. , living like a walking dead, but meaningless.

Just mechanically repeat.

She hasn't slept well for seven days, and now she just feels like she's floating in mid-air, no matter how hard she flutters, she can't catch anything, the world is getting brighter and brighter, so bright and so dazzling, but it seems To burn her to ashes.

She tried to call for help.

but……

Looking at the bustling and rushing people around, everyone is immersed in their own world, everyone has their own life and things, or happy or happy, or sad or distressed, or busy or numb, they all seem I was so busy that I didn't even have time to breathe.

So, the words that poured into his mouth were swallowed again, and then his knees were weak for a while, and he squatted down slowly and slowly.

"No, don't think like that."

"You can't think that way."

"Get out! I should be positive, I should be sunny."

"Nothing at all."

"everything will get better."

Pei Wendan is trying to talk to herself, trying to get rid of those dark thoughts in her mind, but she can't, she can't help it.

The more I forced myself to think like this, the more I couldn't breathe, the suffocating feeling just grabbed my throat little by little, and then slowly fell.

She curled up, hugging her knees tightly, burying her head between her legs, trying to find a little warmth, but failed.

It was only then that I noticed that I was still holding the pen in my right hand, why I brought it out when I left the office, and it was still in my hand.

like a weapon.

So, what was she just doing? What should she do now?

"Cheer up!"

"you can!"

She cheered for herself, however, before she had time to gather her courage, her attention was broken:

Why is the nib of the pen crooked?

How to do?

Pei Wendan put the pen in front of him and tried to use his fingernails to break the tip back, but it couldn't work.

pain.

Pei Wendan could see a drop of blood seeping out, and the pain nerves were protesting, but she didn't make a sound at all, just stared at her nails quietly, just like this, bit by bit, repeatedly stabbed the wound with the tip of the pen, thinly. Feel the pain spreading.

The black ink seeped out and blended with the blood, and the wound became more and more painful.

Tears, inadvertently have blurred vision.

However, I was completely focused, and I just stared at the tip of the pen in such a quiet, quiet way, and kept stabbing unconsciously.

One more time, one more time.

The pain was painful, but she didn't care, but she felt an inexplicable grievance and sadness - she couldn't describe it accurately.

Tears, more and more fierce.

She buried her head between her knees, weeping sullenly, swallowing all the sounds into her stomach, and squatting motionless on the spot.

Behind them, the staff of the show team were in a hurry, coming and going, and their busy footsteps never stopped. Obviously, this was the most important and busy day for the show team at the end of the year. Everyone had their feet on the ground and had no time. to pay attention to other conditions.

So, in the commotion, she was left alone in the corner.

I tried my best to bite my lower lip to avoid making any noise, and then I could feel a **** smell bursting on the tip of my tongue, and the whole person trembled uncontrollably.

Pei Wendan knew that she was not like this, that it was wrong, she knew that she shouldn't be like this, but she just couldn't control it, she was just forgotten in a barren place like this, watching the crooked tip of the pen stinging her nails, red and black entwined. Together, bit by bit, swallowed by despair ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ almost breathless.

"Take a deep breath, fast, take a deep breath!"

But the lungs still can't feel any oxygen.

Right at this moment-

"How are you?"

A voice suddenly came from behind, Pei Wendan turned around and looked up like a startled fox, and glanced quickly. He didn't even have time to see the face, just noticed that someone was approaching, he immediately retracted his gaze and buried his head. In his arms, he wiped his cheeks indiscriminately.

"Why are you here alone?"

The deep voice was gently pulled like a cello, and the mellow and warm light shone down like this, but Pei Wendan was even more flustered and stammered.

"No...it's fine, I'm fine..."

An excuse, she needed an excuse.

"...It's just that the tip of the pen is crooked..."

Pei Wendan knew that this excuse was rotten, and she didn't know why she made this excuse, but there was only one thought in her mind.

Then Pei Wendan heard the voice say, "Can I take a look?"

Pei Wendan didn't look back, just handed the pen over and buried his head in the sand like an ostrich. He knew that he was stealing the bell, but he couldn't care less.

But why does he want to look at the pen? The tip of the pen is already crooked like that, how can it be repaired?

No more sound was heard, Pei Wendan turned his head cautiously, looked over through a gap, and could see a clear and sparse profile, with a focus in his eyes, just like the first evening wind blowing in the early summer, When you close your eyes, you can feel the splendor of the sunset and the water vapor of the stream.

It's Lu Qian.

Pei Wendan was stunned like this, his eyes fell on that face, and he looked at him blankly.