Waiting Upon You

Ling Lang stayed in the cage, watching Feng Hao picked up the remote control, turned up the temperature of the central air conditioner, picked up another remote control and pressed it, the wall in front of him slowly slid to one side, Ling Lang realized that This room was originally connected to the living room, but was separated into two rooms by a camouflage wall.

Feng Hao left, and reappeared in the living room after a while, already changed into a set of casual clothes.He sat on the sofa reading a book calmly, and from Ling Lang's angle, he could clearly see the side of the other party. Feng Hao no longer had the usual smile on his face, but instead gave him a cold illusion.

Ling Lang also quietly knelt in the cage and looked at him. This was not the first time he looked at Feng Hao like this, but this time there were ruthless iron bars between the two of them.

He stared at the other person's side face closely, and the longing that he hadn't seen for more than a week hit him little by little at this moment. The warm touch of the kiss just now seemed to be still on his lips, and the surroundings were already cold in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, he is like a big dog left at home by his master, looking forward to his master's return with great difficulty. He thought that he would be warmly caressed by his master, but unexpectedly he was thrown into a cage for reflection because he broke a precious vase.

Ling Lang in the cage suddenly felt a little restless.

He began to look left and right, hoping that the distance between the two pillars would be large enough for him to get out.

He looked up and down, he hated himself for not being able to shrink his bones, and he even began to fantasize about owning the shrinking lamp in the comics.

His eyes accidentally caught the woolen blanket at Feng Hao's feet. He had never found that sheepskin so warm and inviting, and he felt an extremely strong desire to lie on it. He wanted to sleep at Feng Hao's feet, not like now. So ruthlessly locked in a cage.

Ling Lang became irritable, he no longer knelt on the spot obediently, he started to hold the railing beside him and shake it desperately, but the cage did not move at all.

He pushed hard on the door of the cage, but it was locked.

He tried to flick the lock, but soon realized that was wishful thinking.

He turned around uneasily in the small space, trying to open any dead corners that might have weaknesses. He even lost the judgment that a human being should have, and tried only with the instinct of an animal.

Finally, he patted the solid floor of the cage vigorously, trying to arouse Feng Hao's attention.

Feng Hao's peripheral vision must be able to catch the commotion here, but he kept his eyes fixed from the beginning to the end, and was indifferent to the movement in the cage.

Ling Lang's restlessness didn't bring any response, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cause Feng Hao to cast a glance in this direction, he was completely ignored by the other party.

He began to despair.

So he gradually calmed down again, just like when he was just locked in.

He sat down obediently, hugged his knees, and continued to focus on the people on the sofa in the distance.

Time gradually froze, fatigue swept over his whole body, he didn't know how long he had been staring at this, Ling Lang's eyelids drooped little by little.

In a trance, he heard a creaking sound, he opened his eyes, the cage door was opened, he got out impatiently, did the one thing he wanted to do most at the moment, rubbed his cheek on Feng Hao's feet .

Feng Hao squatted down and patted his head, "You didn't speak from the beginning to the end, you behaved very well."

He stood up and signaled Ling Lang to stay here and wait for him.

After a while, Feng Hao came back, holding a delicate plate with warm milk in his hand.

"This is to reward you," Feng Hao bent down and put the plate by Ling Lang's hand.

Ling Lang looked up at him, then lowered his head to carefully lick the milk off the plate.

Feng Hao patted his head approvingly again, "What do you want to do now?"

Ling Lang turned his head and stared directly at the blanket beside the sofa.

Feng Hao followed his gaze and smiled knowingly.

"Go." After getting the master's consent, the big dog immediately threw itself on the soft and warm blanket, curled up into a ball, and slept contentedly at the master's feet.

After Feng Hao came back, the second movie was scheduled as scheduled, the staff were busy making preliminary preparations, and Ling Lang and others were also busy with the styling and makeup photos.

At the end of the first play, Ling Lang is already dead. In the second play, he will appear with a brand new look, playing a boy who is very similar to his previous self.

The boy's first appearance is the image of a young and Dangerous boy, wearing deliberately torn jeans, earrings, and dyed yellow hair.

The stylist was doing Ling Lang's hair. She boldly chose a very bright golden color, and then used hairspray to make the hairstyle messy and disorderly.

"Does it have to be so exaggerated?" Ling Lang frowned slightly, and the self in the mirror suddenly looked ten years younger.

"Isn't that good?" The stylist also looked at Ling Lang in the mirror, "I think it fits well with the image in the film."

When she saw Feng Hao passing by, she stopped him casually, "Feng Hao, come and take a look, okay?"

Feng Hao walked over, and when he saw Ling Lang who had gone back several years, he burst out laughing.

"You look like my younger brother in the rebellious period, or the kind of father who is old enough," he still plays the previous role. The age set in the film is about 35 years old, so his makeup looks older than before.

"The appearance is passed, but I don't know if Ling Lang can regain the feeling of being young." The stylist looked at Feng Hao, "I think this role is more suitable for Feng Hao."

Feng Hao joked with a smile, "How dare you doubt the actor's acting skills."

"Don't dare," the stylist begged for mercy, "I'm just expressing my feelings, so don't give me a high hat."

Someone nearby asked him to help, and the stylist responded and left.

Only then did Ling Lang turn his attention to the large creature that had been following Feng Hao, "What's that beside you?"

"Golden retriever dog," Feng Hao gestured to the golden retriever, and it immediately sat obediently in front of Ling Lang.

"Your dog?"

"No, it's your partner this time." Feng Hao looked at it with a regretful expression, "I used to have a golden retriever like this."

Ling Lang realized that he used it in the past, "Then what happened later?"

"Once I accidentally ate something wrong and died," Feng Hao's smile disappeared as he recalled the sad memories.

Ling Lang was also silent for a moment, "I'm sorry."

Feng Hao stroked its head tenderly, "My favorite dog is the Golden Retriever. It is docile and well-behaved, smart and beautiful, and very quiet." He turned his gaze to Ling Lang, and the smile returned to his face. "Just like you."

Ling Lang was embarrassed by his comparison. He turned his face away and saw his own appearance in the mirror. The exaggerated hair color was exactly the same as the golden hair beside him.

The staff of the clothing team came to urge him to change clothes. After he came out of the locker room, no one believed that this was a 33-year-old man.

The stylist clipped a shiny fake earring on his right earlobe, and looked it over carefully, "Very good, let's take a picture."

The photographer got ready a long time ago, Ling Lang walked in front of the camera, closed his eyes to build up his emotions, and when he opened his eyes again, his whole body had turned into a street gangster who was not afraid of anything.

"It's great, that's it," the photographer admired sincerely, and his hands kept pressing the shutter. "Now the body is turned a little to the left, the head is turned to the right, and a little more, and the expression is a little more disdainful, beautiful."

After filming more than a dozen sets of actions, the cameraman signaled Feng Hao to go up. In the early stage of the film, Feng Hao saved Ling Lang's life. Ling Lang worshiped him like a big brother. He refused to accept anyone in the world, only him, only him Follow the lead.

"You have to look at him with admiration, you know, as if he is your god," the photographer said, but he was not sure in his heart, Ling Lang is notoriously arrogant in this circle , he deeply suspected that the other party would only show enough acting skills on the surface, but he couldn't see the slightest admiration in his eyes.

"Let's start," the photographer ordered, Ling Lang slowly raised his eyes, the photographer was stunned for a moment, and he didn't even move his hand to press the shutter.

The assistant carefully pushed the photographer, and he recovered from the shock, and pressed the shutter repeatedly to capture this touching scene.

As expected of an actor, he sighed while filming, feeling even more impressed by Ling Lang's acting skills.

After filming the duo, continue to take a group photo of Ling Lang and the dog. Ling Lang is the happiest time in the whole film when he is with Jin Mao. nose-to-nose, or play happily with one arm around the other.

People seldom see Ling Lang in this state, and they can't help but stop and watch when they pass by.

When the photographer said OVER, the smile on Ling Lang's face immediately subsided, and he returned to his usual appearance, making everyone suspect that what he saw just now was an illusion.

Taking pictures is also a very exhausting task. The assistant has already prepared a folding chair and coffee for Ling Lang to come down.

The dog handler led the golden retriever aside and rewarded him with some food. Many caring staff took out snacks to tease him.

Ling Lang picked up the coffee and took a sip, then frowned.

"What's in it?"

"Sugar and milk," the assistant didn't understand why he suddenly asked, "it's the same as before."

"It smells weird."

"Would it be?" The assistant took it and smelled it, "Then I'll go make it again."

"Forget it, let it be like this," Ling Lang thought it was troublesome, took the cup back and drank it down in one gulp.

"How can you feed it this?" Feng Hao's stern reprimand suddenly sounded in the arena. The loud voice attracted everyone's attention, and Ling Lang also looked over.

"I, I..." A girl was at a loss looking at the broken chocolate that was photographed on the ground by Feng Hao, not understanding why the other party was so angry.

"Did you know that dogs can die if they eat chocolate?"

The girl was taken aback, "I really don't know," she cried out anxiously, "It has already eaten a piece, what should I do?"

The dog handler who came back from the outside noticed the situation here, ran over in a hurry, checked the amount of chocolate left on the ground, "I don't eat much, it's just dark chocolate..." He frowned, "Just to be on the safe side I'd still take it to the pet hospital."

Everyone hurriedly looked for the cage for the cage, and the rope for the rope. The scene was in chaos, and suddenly there was a scream from the crowd.

"Ling Lang! What happened to Ling Lang?"