Psychological Control

"Brian ... Brian ... Look at me ..." There was a paste in my head, and it seemed to reappear the overwhelming blood in Brian's memory, how cleverly it was in such a narrow space.

"It's okay ... relax ... Brian! ..."

Whose name is this voice calling? Brian? … Who is Brian… By the way, these terrible memories and Gu Qiu should belong to a boy named Brian…

That's right, memory is Brian's, fantasy is Brian's ... The bloodthirsty is Brian, and I'm me!

My pupils focused slowly in the anxious cry of Chris and Ashton. The sight before me became clear again.

Chris couldn't even regret it, and Ashton was worried. Nina and Alice also gathered around, followed by several other female models. Dan curled up in the seat not far away. Phil twisted his wrist and looked at Marvin with the same worry, and Marvin turned from time to time to look into my eyes with apology. Jamie, the little lamb, stood in the middle of the two sides in shock, wondering what to do.

Chris held my cheeks in both hands and stared straight into my eyes. I relieved my breath and reached out to push his face too close.

"I didn't feel dizzy. I just got up too low for a moment." I said lightly, "I was just trying to warn him, maybe I accidentally overdo it."

Ashton was apparently convinced quickly by this reason, and he said indignantly, "This is not your fault, Brian! Dan should really clean his mouth ..."

The original intention was to stop a farce, but I did not expect that in the end I actually contributed to the farce and burned the fire to myself. I drove Nina, who was curious and scared, so that Alice led the group of female models back to the front compartment and informed the bus driver to move on.

Then he raised the harmless smile of humans and animals as usual, and wanted to appease Jamie. I do n’t know if it was the sixth sense of the herbivore or what. Jamie was afraid to relax under my smile. Not far from me.

Chris saw what I didn't want to talk about, and although he was still talking, he sat back to me. It was just this time that he was holding my arm firmly.

Back to the supermodel house, because everyone on the road had no mood to talk after entering the house, and even if there were cameras in the house, everyone still didn't mention anything. The results of the challenge appeared on the TV screen in the living room.

Out of ten points, Rena's best performance was nine points, followed by Marvin's eight points. I, Ashton, Alyssa, Jamie, and Alice are the middle sevens. Dan, Shelley, Chris, Conanie, Phil and Nina scored six points. Beyonka and Mike had a minimum of five points.

The bedroom was also redistributed. Marvin and his only two brothers, Dan and Phil, were in a room. Mike, Jamie, and Ashton lived together without embarrassment. The remaining one had only two beds. The room was left to me and Chris.

Can't read the book, I put on the short sleeves and sweatpants I wore to sleep and folded my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Chris returned after washing his face, and sat silent on his bed opposite me.

The two were silent for a while, and I could only say, "Chris, don't think so much. Go to bed." After closing, I closed my eyes and rolled into the bed.

It took me a while before Chris heard a gurgling sound in the direction of Chris, and he sank into the quilt.

Tomorrow is Monday. Not long after tonight ’s notification of the results of the challenge, Taylor emailed the hard shot shooting via the living room screen. That is to say, the model will not be given a break the next day after the challenge. There will be a day off and give viewers time to vote on the official website, but it will be eliminated again on Wednesday night.

Thursday and Friday repeat the schedule of Tuesday and Tuesday, Saturday and Wednesday are eliminated, Sunday is closed, and the champions will be decided in a cycle. The schedule for the National Supermodel is so full that I can't distract myself from a farce, nor do I want to distract Chris from worrying about me.

So don't talk about it is the best choice.

In the early morning of the next day, everyone gathered again, waiting for the bus to pick us up to the shooting location. The atmosphere is a bit dull today, it seems that most people have not been relieved from the accident on the bus yesterday.

There was a dark circle under Chris's eyes, but he didn't mention yesterday's topic again. When the models met, we and Marvin and the three of them disappeared. Jamie timidly followed Mike. The atmosphere of the female models is quite good, only the relationship between Alice and Rena is a little tense.

On the bus, Marvin and the three of them sat near the door because Chris and I sat at the back of the car. Looking at the three of them deliberately laughing in front of him, Chris was a little bit upset. But because I kept making gestures that I didn't want to talk, I stumbled all the way back.

Eventually the bus stopped in front of a studio. As we walked in, we saw Taylor and Jonathan already waiting there.

Taylor didn't seem to get the news from the bus yesterday. She was excited and the models announced: "Last night, everyone stubbornly completed a crazy catwalk. Are you still firm today?"

Taylor then announced today's shooting theme, wedding photos.

In all kinds of marriages, models cooperate with each other. Because of the melee fight, new technology is introduced, which is called dynamic hard photos. In a frozen photo, a small change in a small place will make the whole photo come alive.

The partner and the theme of the marriage were decided by lot. It seems that because of yesterday's farce, the **** of luck was scared. Today, Chris and I are unlucky.

I won a white check, a fetish marriage, against an old box TV. And Chris is funny with Dan, the theme is the marriage of twins. Seeing Chris' stinking face like ice sculpture and the depression that emanated from him, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You ..." Chris' expression turned into an ice sculpture after a laugh. I think he must have been hit hard by the God of Destiny, and now I will laugh at him and be unhappy.

I had to pat him on the shoulder to comfort him, "Patience is over. If it is uncomfortable, how about thinking his face as Alice? Is it a little more motivated?"

However, my consolation obviously didn't work as expected. Chris patted my hand on his shoulder and turned his head. His face did not know when it started to turn red all the way to the ear. I gave him a surprised look, but said nothing.

Yesterday, Brian's memory caused a slight personality imbalance. Although there will be no more problems after self-regulation, my mood has been a little depressed. As soon as Chris was in such an unlucky state, it adjusted my mentality to a proper state.

Fetish, I want to treat an unpopular dead as a lover. When the makeup artist puts makeup on my face, I close my eyes and do a temporary psychological hypnosis.

Because you can only take good pictures when you really devote yourself to that situation. Just like an actor, a drama that tricked his actor into acting is like a documentary, and the character will have flesh and blood.

I know that such actors are prone to being slightly schizophrenic. Just like my memory with Brian today, when there is an overlap between the two, it is easy to confuse stories with reality. That's why I don't plan to be an actor.

Because I'm afraid that I will have no control over hypnotizing myself in each character in pursuit of perfection. If I did that, plus Brian's memory overlay, the effect would be doubled. Maybe it's really crazy or not.

Similarly, the time taken to shoot a TV series or movie is several times longer than a reality show variety show. I need to shape myself as a public figure, so that the image in the eyes of everyone becomes my camouflage shell, rather than truly throwing myself in the spotlight.

Control yourself, control your mind, and remember who I am.

...

My lover, its edges and icy surfaces. I kneel in front of it, and I put my cheek against my beloved lover, stroking its skin gently with one hand. The part that can control it was held in my other hand, just pressed on the heart.

I half-closed my eyes, a contented smile on the corner of my mouth, and happy, because I completely control my lover. I and it finally married.

The voices of the photographers and Jonathan around seemed to be separated by a film, and the reality outside the film, I was completely immersed in this world.

"Very good! We took it!"

As Jonathan shouted in excitement, I slowly opened my eyes, and the smile on my face converged. I lowered the remote control in my hand and raised my hand to press my temple.

"Is that okay?" I stepped out of the spotlight in an old English gentleman-like gown.

Jonathan walked up quickly and gave me a hug. He said excitedly: "Awesome, it's awesome! It's more perfect than I expected, it's unexpected!"

I let Jonathan take a tough line and walked to the computer to see the hard photos just taken. I want to see my photos in advance is not allowed, but Jonathan was not thinking so much, he pulled me Pointing at the word of overflowing praise in the hard-to-talk mouth.

When shooting, he blew up the curtain curtains behind me in the photo, and then set the curtains in the finished product to dynamic. As the protagonist, I knelt elegantly in front of the old-fashioned TV. The hand touching the TV screen showed the worship of lovers. The face leaning on the screen with a happy smile that just entered the marriage hall The remote control fastened to the heart of the chest represents the desire to control the lover.

The dynamic contrast of the curtain background freezes me. The whole picture makes people feel erect but can't look away. Jonathan excitedly said I perfectly expressed what he wanted.

"Perfect ..." He dragged me tightly, "It's so perfect! If conditions allow, I must take more pictures for you in person!" His uncontrollable emotion made the surrounding lighting engineers and this one take Photographers often look at photos.

Maybe he needs to control his emotions, a gentle smile on my face, "Of course, it would be a great honor for me to let Mr. Jonathan take pictures of me."

I got rid of his skillfully grasping the hand of my wrist tightly, but did not leave his control range immediately, but stepped forward to give him a ceremonial hug. Gently patted his back while embracing, paused for a few seconds, and then I stepped back to leave the range of his arms.

Obviously he wasn't so excited, just smiled happily and instructed me to change clothes and remove makeup.

When Jonathan was in the fashion circle, he was well-known as a comrade who had already come out of the closet. He and his lover are also a pair of high-value in the fashion industry. However, from the creative design he gave this time, I unexpectedly found that their relationship is full of contradictions.

Jonathan has a sincere worship of his lover, but also has an irresistible desire to possess and control. He is immersed in this "love". He loves the muse in his mind, but not a real person. Such "love" may drive his lover crazy.

He didn't know why his lover became more and more different from what he imagined, but I could infer it from the subconscious in his design. Jonathan shaped his lover into a perfect unreal person in his impression.

His expectations and restrictions put too much pressure on his lover. He just treats his lover as a necessity of life, not as a partner.

Jonathan saw the image of his lover in front of him through the image I created in front of everyone. And this time for the hard photo shooting, through creative design, he expressed the mess in his heart through my hard photo.

That's why he was so excited after the shooting, and repeated perfection repeatedly. 2k novel reading network