Unconventional screenwriter

Then, she couldn't help shaking, because her hand was held by a big warm hand.

"Nuna, do you like it?"

"Ah, like it." Taeyeon tried hard to get rid of Cheng Ze's hand. What if Pani saw it?

"Nuna, I'm afraid of the dark, don't let go of my hand."

The hot and humid breath made her tremble, but in the end she still didn't let go.

She believed that Cheng Ze's words were true, because he always turned on the light when he slept.

However, since you are afraid of the dark, go out.

Pani’s excitement sounded in his ear. Cheng Ze held Taeyeon’s hand tightly. His breathing was a bit short at first, but then slowly calmed down.

With a "click", the light turned on.

And the hands of the two also let go.

"Nuna, Pani Nuna, I went out to help my mother cook."

"Nei." Pani replied, squinting, expecting something in his heart.

When he came back, Cheng Ze said that they had barbecue and seafood hot pot tonight (seafood hot pot was temporarily added by Cheng Ze).

...

"Auntie, the seafood hot pot you made is so delicious." Pani took the crab legs, and the scent of seafood leaped on her tongue, which was really a treat.

Looking at Pani's shining eyes, Mother Kim didn't know if she should be happy or... be happy.

"This was made by Wuli Chengze, not by me." When she said this, Mother Jin's tone was full of pride, and then she glared at Dad Jin and Jin Zhiyong who only knew what to eat.

Isn’t it normal that a man can’t cook for the two Golden Dads who are gnawing on crab legs?

Only Cheng Ze, who is thinking about one step to the stomach, thinks about cooking.

Cheng Ze divided the scooped small bowl of crab legs into two bowls of Xia Yan and Taeyeon. He smiled and said, "Pan Nun Na, you like it."

After wrapping three pieces of roasted pork belly with lettuce, plus a slice of garlic and spicy cabbage, he ate it in one bite, and then smiled at Mother Jin: "Wuli Ou’s marinated barbecue is still so delicious,"

Mother Jin's mood is a lot more happy again. There is nothing that makes her happier than a child likes to eat the food she cooks.

Pani looked at Cheng Ze, who deliberately made Kim's mother happy, and his eyes became closer and softer.

She likes people who are good to mom.

After finishing the meal and clearing the table, Cheng Ze and the others stayed in the living room, eating the melons and fruits they bought while spending their zero hour together.

"Nuna, happy new year."

"Shengze, happy new year."

The two smiled at each other, and the two hearts moved closer and sweeter.

It didn't take long before Cheng Ze and the others went to sleep.

Outside the door was Xiao Xia Yan walking slightly, Cheng Ze looked at the two red and blue medicine bottles in his hands. He opened the red bottle and took out a white pill from the inside and swallowed it.

...

"Chengze, we must live well and take my share."

The boy's faint voice was filled with anticipation, and Cheng Ze couldn't stop shaking as he watched the blood flowing from under him.

There was a smell of rust lingering on the tip of his nose, and the smoke and dust not far away was so choking.

His dreams became more and more real, and he became more and more awake, and his guilt and sadness became stronger and stronger.

Dr. Cui: "The dreams you have repeatedly show that you have been thinking about the same thing subconsciously. It is your "complex" or "heart knot". Escape cannot solve the problem."

He sat up abruptly, felt the sweat on his head, and panted heavily.

Before he could calm down, he took out the paper and pencil he had prepared, and hurriedly started drawing at his desk.

He drew the boy's dark bloody face, weakly extended arms, and even the outline of the ship's facilities one by one, very real, but he still didn't seem to know who he was.

He still only knew that his name was Cheng Ze, he didn't see his face or what he was like, naturally he couldn't remember how he got there.

"Who am I?"

"What are you doing without sleeping?"

Perhaps Chengze fed too much fruit before going to bed, and she woke up halfway through her dream.

"What did I do."

Taeyeon noticed that Cheng Ze's complexion was very bad, and what else was blocking his hand?

She frowned and walked over, closing the door easily.

"What's wrong, is it a nightmare."

"No."

"That's right." Taeyeon sat beside him, gently holding his cold hand, she did not look at the painting on the table.

This guy likes to pretend to be pitiful when he is okay, and to be strong when he is okay.

Cheng Ze smiled, did not speak, repeating that dream every time is undoubtedly a torture for him, because human beings don't like to face their mistakes, let alone correct them.

"Uncomfortable, right."

"Fortunately, I am used to it."

"Have you had that dream many times since that night? Don't lie to me, don't let me." Taeyeon held Cheng Ze's face and stared at him firmly.

"I did it a few times, but don't worry, I'm fine, I'm fine."

Seeing the man's gentle and harmless expression, Taeyeon felt distressed for a while.

"Did Dr. Cui prescribe medicine for you."

He nodded: "It's on."

The blue bottle contains pills to relieve dreaming symptoms, and the red bottle contains pills to help remember dreams.

The clearer the dream, the stronger the pain.

"What medicine is prescribed? Does it work?"

"Pills to relieve tension, very useful."

Taeyeon frowned slightly while looking at Cheng Ze who had been smiling.

He didn't tell the truth to her.

"I'll sleep with you tonight."

"Inside?"

Taeyeon got up and turned on the lamp first, then turned off the fluorescent lamp.

After waiting for her to lie down on the bed, Cheng Ze was still sitting at the desk, unbelievable.

"I'm not going to sleep, what are you waiting for? Are you still waiting for others?" Taeyeon said fiercely, but her face was a little red.

"Oh, I'm coming to sleep now." Cheng Ze immediately climbed into the bed, which seemed to be the first time that Nuna took the initiative.

"I haven't waited for anyone, don't worry." He said without thinking.

Taeyeon also replied thoughtlessly: "This is what you said, uh, no, you are fighting for nonsense."

Looking at the little girl with his back to him, he didn't leaned forward with a sullen face like usual, but at a distance, whispered: "Good night, anger."

Taeyeon rolled over, closed her eyes and hugged her back.

"Don't think too much, good night."

The girl shivered slightly.

"Inside, I don't think much about it."

Taeyeon didn't care about the hand that was carefully placed behind her. She just buried her head on his shoulder, and her little hand patted his back gently, just like when my mother coaxed her to sleep.

What is Cheng Ze painted?I always feel that the painting style is very dark.

What has he experienced?