Waiting Upon You

The makeup artist carefully studied Ling Lang's face, and it took him a long time to come to a conclusion, "Ling Lang, have you slept better recently? When you first came to the island, your eye circles were still a little blue, but now you can't see it at all."

Ling Lang didn't turn his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Feng Hao who was at the dressing table next door and smiled at him after hearing this sentence.

Ling Lang closed his eyes and pretended not to see it. He could feel the make-up artist smearing around his eyes with a large powder brush, "Isn't that good?"

"Not good," the make-up artist made a serious face on purpose, "You are a serious criminal who has been in prison. The environment is poor, the pressure is high, and the mind is heavy. How can you sit back and relax? A little dark circle is just right, but now I have to paint it for you." superior."

Everyone in the room was happy except for Ling Lang and the manager. The manager looked at Feng Hao uncomfortably. He desperately called the extension in Ling Lang's room in the middle of the night last night. Sure enough, no one answered. As for where he went, Apparently it goes without saying.

The time span between today's scene and the previous ones is very large. Ling Lang and Feng Hao have been together for a long time in prison. They work together for the common goal of breaking out of prison, and they have overcome many difficulties together. There are also complex emotions.

Ling Lang is used to revisiting the script before filming, trying to integrate himself with the character's soul, but he still couldn't enter the state in today's scene.

Feng Hao walked over, "Why are you frowning all the time?"

Ling Lang pointed to a certain place in the script, "I always get stuck here."

Feng Hao leaned over to look, "Does the senior really think so too? I think here..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone came over and asked them to prepare. This scene is the climax of the whole film. The battle line is very long. Several people have to escape from the tunnel to the seaside. They all looked ready.

"Get ready—" the assistant director's voice came through the loudspeaker, "Three, two, one—"

The director's voice immediately resounded through the audience, "ACTION!"

Upon hearing the order, Ling Lang and Feng Hao started to run desperately, followed closely by the two inmates.Their escape was exposed at the last moment. Ling Lang blew up the tunnel in a hurry to delay the prison guards' pursuit, but the prison guards in charge of the perimeter soon received the news and started chasing and intercepting the four prisoners who were trying to escape.

Gunshots soon rang out everywhere, and the only weapon in the hands of the four was the pistol Feng Hao had snatched from the prison guard.Soon, a cellmate was shot and fell down. Ling Lang couldn't help but look back, and there was a moment of hesitation at his feet.

"Leave him alone! Let's go!" Feng Hao, who was running ahead, seemed to guess what Ling Lang was thinking, and shouted at him loudly.

Ling Lang gritted his teeth, followed Feng Hao and continued to rush out. Another inmate was shot in the chest and stopped after running for two steps. Down.

This time Ling Lang didn't stop walking, but there was a sad expression on his face.The character he plays is wise, tenacious, and kind. Even he can't be cruel to those who have hurt him. This point was publicly pointed out by Feng Hao as his biggest weakness. Sooner or later, he will die on this weakness.

"Don't move!" A prison guard with a gun suddenly jumped out in front of him, and without even thinking about it, Feng Hao shot him directly between the eyebrows.

"Those who yell not to move before shooting are idiots," Feng Hao said, when he heard a gunshot nearby, Ling Lang staggered and threw himself on him.

Feng Hao turned around to support him, and then found the ambusher behind him, and shot him three times to send him to the west.

"How is it?" Feng Hao supported his shoulders, Ling Lang bit his lower lip and shook his head, expressing that it was fine.

Feng Hao lowered his head and realized that the shot just now hit Ling Lang's left leg.

"Damn it," Feng Hao cursed in a low voice.

"It's just ahead," Ling Lang stretched out his finger to point ahead, and when Feng Hao turned his head, he saw the last blockade on their way to escape, a barbed wire fence more than three meters high.This iron net is located at the outermost edge of the prison, and it is the earliest protective equipment on the island. Since the power grid was built, it is almost equivalent to obsolete.

Seeing this, Feng Hao's eyes lit up, and he immediately ran towards the iron net. Ling Lang endured the severe pain and stumbled behind him.Feng Hao climbed onto the iron net in two strokes, and when Ling Lang raised his leg, he realized that his left leg was no longer able to exert strength.

"Stop! Don't run!" More and more prison guards chased after him, Feng Hao turned his head angrily, is it really going to be a failure this time?

Ling Lang raised his head abruptly, "Go!"

Feng Hao was stunned for a moment, and without thinking, he continued, "Give me your hand!"

"I'll let you go first!"

"I said give me your hand!"

Feng Hao's roar was earth-shattering, and there was a moment of silence, only Feng Hao's unshakable gaze and the hand stretched towards him remained in Ling Lang's sight.

"CUT—" the director's voice echoed over the island.

Feng Hao immediately jumped off the iron net, hugged Ling Lang's head, and patted him on the back, "It's okay, it's okay."

Ling Lang weakly rested his head on Feng Hao's chest, his shoulders were obviously heaving.

With a clap of the director's hands, he summoned the screenwriters and translators to discuss the plot. Others on the scene were already dumbfounded.

Under Feng Hao's comfort, Ling Lang's mood gradually calmed down.

"How did you think of saying that?" Feng Hao raised his head and asked.

Ling Lang shook his head, "I don't know, it seems like the lines are on my lips, and they just blurted out."

"Maybe what you want to express is the true thoughts in the character's heart."

The result of the discussion between the director and others came out, and this reservation was made, and the filming was done again according to the original script, which will be decided later.

Feng Hao jumped onto the barbed wire fence again, and he only needed two more steps to regain his freedom. For a person sentenced to life imprisonment, nothing is more important than freedom.

Ling Lang grabbed his ankle, "Take me away!"

As the prison guards got closer, half of Ling Lang's trousers were stained red with blood, and he couldn't walk away.

Feng Hao frowned, and immediately wanted to shake off the opponent's hand.

"Take me away!" Ling Lang said again affirmatively, "Only I can take you away!"

Feng Hao's movements stopped, Ling Lang gritted his teeth, "The boat I mentioned earlier is a cover, it will explode as soon as you drive 200 meters away, it is used to distract the prison guards."

Feng Hao's face darkened, and Ling Lang couldn't care less now, "Only I know where the real boat is, take me with you, and we'll go together."

Feng Hao cursed, and reached out his hand decisively, "Give me your hand!"

"I said give me your hand!" The assistant imitated Feng Hao's lines and shouted at the manager.

"Crazy you," the manager slapped away, "You've been calling all the way since just now, aren't you tired?"

"Don't you think this episode is very touching? I was watching it from the sidelines."

"No matter how emotional the scene is, you have repeated it so many times, and you are tired of aesthetics."

The assistant ignored him, and ran up to Feng Hao, "How is it? Does Ling Lang like to improvise?"

"Do you all call your seniors by their names in private?"

The assistant was very surprised that he asked this question, "No, we also call him by his name in person. Ling Lang doesn't like others to call him teacher. No one dares to call him by his nickname, and he doesn't have an English name. Over time, everyone gets used to calling him by his real name. "

"However," the assistant leaned over and covered half of his mouth with his palm, "I'm secretly telling you that we call him Ling Bingshan Ling Dapai in private, so please don't tell him."

Feng Hao held back his laughter, "Is that an exaggeration?"

"It's okay," the assistant thought for a while, "at least he's the same outside and inside. It's better than the kind of celebrity who is flirtatious in front of outsiders and secretly vents his anger on his assistant."

The assistant followed everyone back to the lounge, and jumped up happily when he saw the lunch on the table.

"Ah! Fresh baby tomatoes, fresh vegetable leaves! I've almost forgotten what they look like!"

The manager picked up a small tomato and threw it into his mouth, and said, "How can there be such a high-end product?"

The assistant quickly snatched the whole plate away, "Ah! That's mine!"

The logistics staff who came to deliver the meal laughed, "Feng Hao asked someone to airlift it over early in the morning, and we were all wiped out."

Feng Hao, who was already well-known in the crew, suddenly became a bit taller, and the assistant went up and patted him on the shoulder, "Wow, Mr. Feng really has a prominent family background, it's getting cold, hurry up and let Ye's go bankrupt." .”

The manager stuffed her mouth with vegetable leaves, "Shut up, what are you going to eat when Ye's goes bankrupt?"

"Of course I'm hanging out with Mr. Feng, hurry up and instigate Ling Lang to quit, we all follow together," the assistant said inarticulately while chewing lettuce.

"But which agency does Feng Hao belong to?" Ling Lang's makeup artist suddenly interjected.

This question stumped everyone in the room for a while, everyone stared wide-eyed, but no one could answer it.

Everyone focused their attention on Feng Hao's manager, who was hard at work in the corner, and suddenly became the focus of attention. The young manager was so frightened that he gulped down everything in his mouth.

"This, this... In fact, Feng Hao... is still a free man..."

"Are you a free man?" In another corner of the room, Ling Lang was also surprised by this result.

"Is the senior very strange?" Feng Hao asked, bowing his head and picking up the tomato in his lunch box for him.

"Why don't you sign?"

"I didn't find a suitable one. How about you, senior, are you happy in Ye's?"

Ling Lang signed a contract with the brokerage company before he graduated, but something happened and he terminated the contract within a year.Mr. Mo helped him pay the liquidated damages, and then introduced him to Ye's Entertainment and signed a false contract.

On the surface, he is an artist under Yip's banner, but in fact his expenses and salary are all paid by Mr. Mo. He does not accept any advertisements or endorsements, and even Mr. Mo takes a symbolic fee from the film. Of course, only his agent And several senior executives of the company know.

"It's okay," Ling Lang said vaguely.

"Have you considered changing jobs?"

"My liquidated damages are high."

"I'll pay the penalty."

Ling Lang looked up at him, "Where do you want me to jump?"

"Jump to my company."

"Do you have a brokerage company?"

"No," Feng Hao blinked, "but if the senior wants to come, I'll let him have it."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll go to Ye's and stay with you."

Ling Lang looked down at his full lunch box, "You don't like tomatoes?"

Feng Hao pursed his lips, "You can understand that."

"Then why do you have to transport them all the way?"

Feng Hao answered irrelevantly, "Senior didn't eat much a few days ago."

"Since you are doing it for me, why didn't you tell me?"

Feng Hao smiled, "I know far more than my seniors about what I've done for seniors, but I'm not treating you well just to let you know."