At the dining table, Lin Yu finished reading the script Fluoxetine had handed him.
He already understood Fluoxetine's intention—using the familiar identities of "Director" and "psychologist" as metaphors, she intended to obtain information about the relationship between him and "Schreiber" through a "script discussion," without triggering his subconscious defensive mechanisms against anyone trying to pry into his secrets.
After all, a creator's story could never completely break free from reality, nor could it avoid being influenced by the creator's own experiences.
As Lin Yu's professor of dramatic theory had once said: "There is no nonfiction in the world without any fictional elements, just as there is no fiction completely detached from reality. No matter how realistic a work is, it will inevitably bear the deviation of the creator's subjective emotions; no matter how fantastical a work is, it will inevitably have roots in his reality."
However, what Lin Yu had not expected was...
Fluoxetine's writing ability was actually quite impressive.
Among all the playwrights he had met, Fluoxetine's scriptwriting ability was not even inferior to Shen Bingmiao's.
The script displayed a solid command of language and had made almost none of the mistakes an amateur would make.
The duration of each act had been arranged reasonably, the dialogue was clean and took stage presentation into consideration, and the endings of the transitions were handled beautifully.
And...
While ensuring that the story itself was quite interesting, Fluoxetine also seemed not to have forgotten her true purpose.
The script unfolded along two storylines, depicting the daily lives of two characters, one named "Director" and the other "Doctor." Lin Yu could strongly sense that although it was not particularly obvious, the two characters had indeed been modeled after his two identities.
An independent filmmaker who was so perfectionistic that he bordered on paranoid,