Waiting Upon You

The filming of the new film has finally reached the late stage. Ling Lang, who knows the truth, has begun to oppose Feng Hao secretly. He released the old counterpart imprisoned in the basement. The two should create a lot of trouble for Feng Hao inside and outside. Wrist resolved.

Feng Hao finally found the man behind the scenes. He settled his old opponent and imprisoned Ling Lang in the villa. The cliff is outside the villa and the ruthless sea is under the cliff. In the last movie, Ling Lang ended up to protect Feng Hao. Place of your own life.

In the role played by Lang Lang, the character of the latter half is completely different from that of the earlier period. From a stubborn, greedy and cheap, but youthful youth, he became a dark, unscrupulous Avenger overnight, and finally in Feng Hao His captivity was as dead as death, and he had no life.

In three stages, three completely different personalities must not only make people feel different from each other, but also imply intricate unity. After all, from the beginning to the end, he is still the same person, and his feelings for Feng Hao, Even if forced to be suppressed, it still exists.

As soon as possible, Lang Lang put himself into the role of the play and figured out its psychology. He jumped and switched among the three personalities. Whenever this time, Feng Hao was his best practice object. He stared at him. His eyes were full of fiery worship for a while, and a strong hatred for a while, and a desperate despair for a while, Feng Hao only needed to look at him to know the stage of his exercise.

"How did you want to be an actor at the beginning?" Feng Hao wiped the cup and asked Ling Lang who was waiting for him to practice at the kitchen door.

"It's your business," Ling Lang answered coldly.

Feng Hao glanced at him with a little surprise. It seemed that Ling Lang realized that there was something wrong with the dialogue, and gradually pulled out of the character.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, and then conditionedly answered Feng Hao's question, "because when I was a kid ..."

"Do you like watching movies?" Feng Hao said for him. "Don't perfuse me with your official answer, I have read magazines."

Ling Lang pondered for a moment, "Because of me, I ... I really liked watching costumes or films during the War of Resistance when I was a kid, and my focus seemed different from others."

"Do you want to act yourself when you look at it?" Feng Hao laughed. "It seems my guess is correct. That character in" The Eternal Life of the Brave "should also be yours."

Ling Lang did not deny, "But ... I was very happy when I was in the drama, but once I ended, I had a very strong self-denial."

"It's like climax | won't want to do | love after all?"

"I can't face myself like that, I feel very dirty," Ling Lang lowered his eyes, and seemed to have entered a stage of regret that no one was there. "After the performance, I can no longer accept any comments about it, I destroy With the VCR, I kept that photo, but hid it out of sight, I thought that I could erase my other side. "

Ling Lang rarely had such a large paragraph of speech. Feng Hao listened quietly, and did not say anything from beginning to end. "But when I have another chance to perform this kind of performance, I am still eager to try, and then fall into deeper self-loath , Keeps circulating, and continues to intensify, until it can no longer come out. "

Feng Hao waited for a while, and saw Ling Lang no longer speak, Fang said, "So, when you watched VCR in my house, was this the first time you looked back at it?"

Ling Lang nodded, "Yes."

"Do you feel like acting with me?"

Ling Lang's eyes flashed twice, but he didn't answer.

Feng Hao put the last cup back on the shelf. "That's it. You don't have to give an answer, as long as you are willing to say it, it's fine."

He walked to his side and rubbed his hair. "Although I like quiet golden retriever, sometimes I don't mind if you say more, especially like this, it will make you feel painful if you hold it in your heart for a long time. if."

Ling Lang breathed a sigh of relief. Such a short conversation relaxed him physically and mentally. Since he left Mr. Mo, he hasn't really talked to anyone for a long time.

"Come on," Feng Hao walked to the living room, and Ling Lang followed, "Since you are so passionate about acting, let's go over tomorrow's lines."

******

Ling Lang finally met Jin Mao again. From today on, the film returns to the theme of jailbreak. Ling Lang will try again and again to escape from Feng Hao's imprisonment, but each time ends in failure.

Each time he fled and was caught, Feng Hao punished him severely, but Ling Lang never gave up, and tried his best to create the next escape opportunity.

His lines are getting less and less, because he and Feng Hao have almost nothing to say. In the end, he was all acting with eyes and body language. He was shackled and beaten with violence, but hatred made his eyes look Keep sharp, he is still a living person.

The golden retriever was Feng Hao's last tenderness towards Ling Lang. In order to prevent Ling Lang, who was imprisoned alone in the villa, from getting bored, he transferred the golden retriever to him.

This golden retriever became Ling Lang's best friend in the last days of his life. Only when he was with him did Ling Lang laugh, and only then could other people faintly find out the old boy from him. shadow.

At dusk and sunset, Ling Lang always lay beside the window with golden retriever, and two lives with the same hair color watched the sun slowly disappearing at the end of the sea across the iron fence.

All of Ling Lang's words only began to be said to Jin Mao, and the first few hours of the play, but no one could understand what he was saying. The psychologist called by Feng Hao suggested that he send Ling Lang for formal treatment, but Feng Hao remained unmoved.

Ling Lang was cold on the outside, but soft on the inside, and soon became affectionate for the golden retriever. The golden retriever also liked to stay with him, but except for the animal trainer, it only obeyed Feng Hao's password.

"Sit," Feng Hao ordered, and Jin Mao sat down obediently, and Ling Lang almost knelt down reflexively.

"I let it sit, and it didn't respond," Ling Lang was a little dissatisfied, and the person who spent the longest time with him every day was himself.

"It seems it treats you as a companion, and treats me as its master," Feng Hao answered with a smile.

"You are not its owner."

Feng Hao looked around and saw no one, stroking his head quickly, "Why do you eat a dog's vinegar?"

Ling Lang lingered for a long time before realizing that what he meant was that Feng Hao was not the master of Golden Retriever, but the animal trainer was, but was misinterpreted by Feng Hao as jealous.

"Look at this," Feng Hao pulled out a dog biscuit from his pocket, and when Jin Mao saw it, his eyes brightened and his tail swept across the floor.

"Freeze," Feng Hao gave another order to the Golden Retriever, and the trained Golden Retriever immediately stood still, without moving, like a statue.

Feng Hao carefully placed the dog biscuit on the bridge of Jin Mao's nose. Jin Mao stared at it intently, and suddenly turned into a pair of eyes, and the saliva flowed down, but it remained motionless.

Ling Lang was surprised at its endurance. Until Feng Hao said "OK", he couldn't wait to lower his head and eat the biscuit that had fallen to the ground. He asked Feng Hao for a reward.

"This training is difficult, not every dog ​​can do it," Feng Hao explained. "Even if they know they will end up with two cookies, they may not be able to withstand the temptation of the first cookie."

Ling Lang admits that it is really difficult for a dog.

"How about you? Can you do that?" Feng Hao suddenly turned to Ling Lang and asked with a smile.

Ling Lang felt that his IQ was insulted.

The filming started. Ling Lang was in a good mood today. He told Jin Mao some languages ​​that humans could n’t understand. Jin Mao returned to him twice with the gesture of the animal trainer. Ling Lang said a few more words. With a loud echo, one person and one dog talked like this without pressure.

Feng Hao pushed in the door, and it was this scene that caught his eyes. The sunset dyed their hair, which was the same color as the sun, with a golden light, and he was blinded for a moment.

When he found that there was an extra person in the room, the faint smile on Ling Lang's face disappeared in no time. The change in his front and back attitude annoyed Feng Hao. He thought that he was not as good as a dog in the mind of the other party. .

He held him up with Ling Lang's collar, causing the dull sound of the shackles on his feet.

"Smile to me," he ordered unreasonably.

Ling Lang looked at him indifferently, as if there was no such person at all.

"I said to me and laugh," he ordered fiercely again.

Ling Lang's face remained expressionless.

Feng Hao, angry and furious, took his throat by the grip. The stronger the hand, the harder he was, and he would almost put the person in front of him dead. He was disrespectful in life, and he was not afraid of gods. The two men were facing the same face, and this face seemed to be his nemesis, which made him want to wipe it out forever.

Ling Lang allowed him to choke his throat without struggling. He even seemed to be looking forward to dying like this. Jin Mao rushed to protect his master angrily. He was kicked and flew far away, struggling to get up, and anxiously purred. Yelling.

When Ling Lang was dying, Feng Hao finally realized what he was doing. With a loose hand, Ling Lang fell to the ground.

Feng Hao narrowed his eyes and a phone call to the psychologist.

Whatever the doctor asked Ling Lang, he refused to say that after checking Ling Lang's condition, he boldly dared to ask Feng Hao to send him for treatment, but he still had no room for rejection.

"Last time you said that he had depression, I gave him a dog," Feng Hao's voice was cold and ruthless, and anyone who heard it felt scared.

"Now he talks to the dog every day, and you say he has the precursor of schizophrenia?"

Feng Hao's gaze fell on the hard-to-find crawling, leaning on the golden retriever beside Ling Lang. "In this case, it would be better to wipe out the root cause of schizophrenia and let him be depressed."

Ling Lang's eyes widened sharply, realizing what he wanted to do, and desperately guarding Jin Mao behind him, Jin Mao also seemed to feel the murderous spirit from Feng Hao, and wheezed back.

Feng Hao walked over step by step, Ling Lang and Jin Mao were forced to the corner together, no retreat.

Ling Lang finally spoke. He didn't speak human words for too long, and his pronunciation became stiff, "No ... but ... with ..."

Feng Hao didn't listen. He took out his pistol and aimed at Jin Mao's head from a distance. Ling Lang blocked it in front of him.

"No ... OK ..." He repeated again.

Feng Hao finally spoke, and he said another three words.

"Smile."

Ling Lang was silent, and Feng Hao didn't move. The two of them faced each other silently, one of them holding a gun at the other's head.

It seems that after a lifetime, Ling Lang's mouth turned a few invisible radians, and then a little bit, a little bit, tilted upwards, until he pulled out one of the most beautiful smiles in the world.

******

"Let's try it and sit." The two had returned home from the set, and Feng Hao was still thinking about the question that Ling Lang had asked during the day.

Ling Lang, who was twice insulted in IQ, kneeled obediently.

"Do not move," Feng Hao gave a second order.

Ling Lang didn't move.

"Even if you're interested in dog biscuits, I can't put it on your nose," Feng Hao joked with joy, "It's better to change something you are interested in, one that can exercise your endurance. thing."

He took a step forward, took out his organ, and put it on Ling Lang's lips.

The author has something to say: In fact, the screenwriter is not bad, that is, Feng Hao occasionally has a bad taste.

Transcript of the crew's record:

The thirty-sixth person who feeds the movie emperor and eats biscuits are [Cat and Meow] [karen_k] [雷雷 更 健康] [袖 染 香] [BOSS 控] [工藤 羽] [凌 小 莫], [MUS, ] Feed ten cookies.

Drop: [third digit phone number] I don't know what it is?