The script of "The Story of the Door" was written as a trial

"Where did these things come from?" asked Arthur as he sat on the bed and ate the contents of his plate.

"Every day I wake up and I have it," replied the boy, sitting on the bed, "just like you."

"So where is it?" Arthur continued to ask,

The boy scratched his head and said, "This is the place."

Arthur frowned and didn't ask any more questions.

"You're as right as I am, we look a lot like" The boy seemed interested in Arthur.

Arthur snorted, got out of bed and looked around.

On all four sides were walls, full of strange paintings, only one corner was blank, and in the center of the blank was a door. Arthur stared at the blank space for a moment, then looked away, surrounded only by a bed, a table, and a chair.

Arthur walked over to the table, and on it was an envelope with Arthur's name written on it;

There is also a picture frame with the appearance of a family of three, that is, the little boy inside looks very strange.

"Have you ever been out?" Arthur asked suddenly.

"Get out? Where to go? Why go out? The boy looked a little uneasy and glanced at the blank corner.

"Anyway, don't you think it's boring to stay here?"

"I don't want to go out, we can play games together," the boy said, "just like before."

"I think it's time for us to go out."

"But, I don't want to go out, I'm a little scared." The boy looked frightened, and his body trembled a little.

"Don't be afraid, as I've often told you, there's nothing scary outside, it's just like us out there." Arthur paused: "We are all the same, and I used to be like this, afraid of things outside, but when I walked outside I realized that there was nothing to be afraid of." ”

"Really?" The boy was a little hesitant.

"Yeah, and your mom and dad, they're out there waiting for you."

"I... I want to go out too, but... I'm afraid..." The boy also got out of bed, his movements a little stiff: "Can you wait any longer?" The boy looked again into the blank corner, but immediately withdrew his gaze.

Arthur didn't answer, he looked at the painting on the wall, a man and a woman holding the hand of the boy in the middle.

The boy also looked over, standing dumbfounded, his body moving back and forth awkwardly, as if to make some difficult decision: "Well, I... I felt it was time to go out. ”

The boy mechanically took two steps toward the blank corner, but immediately turned back: "I... I....... ”

The boy was trembling and gasping for breath in his mouth, and he looked at the blank corner and then at the painting on the wall, as if remembering something: a woman holding him tenderly, a man touching his head, saying something in his mouth. The boy looked at the corner again, the white walls seemed to be glowing, and there seemed to be a figure in the light, and a pair of hands stretched out of the light. The boy screamed and ran violently.

After the light disappeared, the boy hugged a woman tightly, and the woman could not cry, and a man also stood aside, his eyes full of tears.

Recently, I tried to write a script, and I personally thought about a lot of details, but the ending was a bit grassy, and I really couldn't think of it