Lin Wan, a 24-year-old screenwriting assistant, bumped into 30-year-old director Song Zhiyi on the first day with the team.
In her opinion, Song Zhiyi is the embodiment of absolute rationality on the set, calm, distant, and insurmountable.
Until countless late nights——
There was a flash of exhaustion between her brows when there was a power outage on the set. She said at the door of the convenience store, "No one cares whether the director is tired or not." The mountains of notes in the room revealed her extreme self-discipline...
Lin Wan was like an untimely evening breeze, stubbornly trying to blow the silent mountain named Song Zhiyi.
What she didn't know was that the mountains had already loosened the foundation for her.
"Director Song, why did you choose me?"
After finishing the work, in front of the monitor, the images of the two entangled were replayed.
Song Zhiyi lowered his head, his breath brushed past Lin Wan's ears, and his voice was carried by the night wind:
"Because you are the only one who understands my mind."
