Waiting Upon You

Before Ling Lang could react from the shock Feng Hao brought him, he heard him say again, "Since you don't care, I'll help you choose the second option."

"Wait," Ling Lang pressed Feng Hao's hand which was already helping him organize his clothes, "I haven't chosen yet."

"You have already lost the qualification," Feng Hao smiled and took his hand away, "Next time, please answer within three seconds."

"But……"

Feng Hao stretched out his index finger to press Ling Lang's lips, forcing back the words behind him, "No but, remember, don't touch it with your hands. If it falls out, the mission will fail. You have a chance to ask me for help, but you When using help, you must also pay a corresponding price, the rules of the game are as simple as that.”

Ling Lang followed Feng Hao to the garage, and he worked hard to contract the gluteal muscles along the way. This action brought the intestinal wall into closer contact with foreign objects. Every step he took would cause the metal balls in his body to rub against each other. He was worried about them Falling out, and worrying about slipping to a deeper place.

Feng Hao watched Ling Lang walk to the door of the passenger seat with an admiring expression, "Do you know what you look like now? It's like a model walking a runway, every step is so graceful."

Ling Lang's mood at the moment is not as relaxed and cheerful as his, "Models are made by practicing with books on their hands."

Feng Hao smiled, "The way I train models is a bit different, but the effect is also better."

Ling Lang sat in the co-pilot, Feng Hao leaned over, helped him fasten his seat belt, and smacked his face by the way.

"You can try to relax a little bit. If you tighten all the time, the muscles will become more relaxed when you are too tired to hold on."

Although Ling Lang disagreed with his approach, he also agreed with his statement. Anyway, sitting in the car, he simply relaxed his limbs as much as possible, even adjusted the back of the seat, leaned back and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Feng Hao was amused by his angry behavior. Some people expressed dissatisfaction with others, but Ling Lang's approach was over-executed. When he was punished to run ten laps, he insisted on running twenty laps to vent his anger. mood.

It took about half an hour to drive to the set. Ling Lang kept his eyes closed the whole time, wanting to sleep but unable to fall asleep. The occasional bumps reminded himself of what was going to happen today. He forced himself to think of some insignificant things to forget about his physical problems. distress.

If you hold a ball in mid-air and let go, it will fall down instead of up, which is the law of gravity.

If two balls of different sizes and weights are dropped from the air at the same time, they will fall at the same speed, which is the law of free fall.

If three balls are hoisted in parallel, and the ball on the left hits the ball in the middle, it will cause the ball on the right to fly to the same height. Under ideal conditions, this movement will continue forever, which is the law of conservation of energy.

Ling Lang thought for a long time, only to realize that the active images in his mind were all balls, he immediately shook his head and tried to throw them away, and then he heard a sneer from beside him, he knew that Feng Hao must have guessed himself again Thinking in my heart, I simply pretended to be dead.

Feng Hao didn't come to the set for a week, everyone came up to say hello when they saw him, Feng Hao kindly returned the greetings one by one.

Ling Lang's make-up artist looked embarrassed when he saw Ling Lang, "Ling Lang, do you have a fever? Why is your face a little red?"

"No," Ling Lang replied calmly, "Maybe it's too hot in the car."

"I accidentally turned on the air conditioner too much," Feng Hao explained for him.

"Everyone knows that the two of you came together, so you don't need to show your affection in disguise," the makeup artist complained mercilessly, "What we need to solve now is this pure natural blush, otherwise we can only wait to be picked up by director K Bar."

Ling Lang understood what he meant. Today was the most important turning point in the whole drama. After he found out that his younger brother was selling drugs and the instigator of this behavior was Feng Hao, he angrily went to him to question him, but accidentally found the entrance to the hidden basement. An old rival imprisoned there is found.

When the old opponent saw Ling Lang at first sight, he thought that the orphan who committed suicide had come back to life. After finding out that they were two completely different people, he told him the truth with a happy revenge mentality.

Ling Lang believed that when he knew the truth, his face would definitely not be as rosy as it is now, it must be frighteningly pale.

Feeling ice on his left cheek, Ling Lang raised his eyes and saw in the mirror that it was the makeup artist who pressed an ice pack on his face.

"This," she handed Ling Lang another ice pack, and he took it and put it on his right cheek consciously.

"Is it iced?" asked the makeup artist.

Ling Lang blinked.

"Be patient, or how hard it is to be an actor. If you apply it for a while, your facial muscles will probably be frozen and become paralyzed." She took the ice pack away, looked at it, and pressed it back, "Fortunately, you It was facial paralysis."

Feng Hao was amused by her, "You are probably the only one who dares to make such a joke with the senior."

"I've been with him for many years, okay?" the makeup artist finally took off the ice pack, "If I didn't have some fun for myself, I would have been frozen to death by him."

She looked around, "The effect is good, what do you think?" She asked Feng Hao for his opinion.

"Well," Feng Hao looked at Ling Lang's face through the mirror, "It's much better than before."

The blush on Ling Lang's cheeks had already subsided, but at the moment when he met Feng Hao's gaze, there was a flirtatious look in Feng Hao's eyes that only Ling Lang could understand, and he suddenly felt the blood rushing up again.

"Damn it!" The makeup artist finally discovered the root of the problem, and began to drive away Feng Hao, the culprit, "Get out, get out!"

Feng Hao was kicked out of the dressing room by her with a smile. The makeup artist was full of indignation to cool down Ling Lang again, "I shouldn't have let him in just now! But Ling Lang, are you a girl? The two of you are enough!"

Ling Lang stayed in the dressing room longer than expected. The director really expressed his dissatisfaction with their delay. Looking back at Ling Lang's face with too much foundation, he criticized the makeup artist again.

"I really tried my best," the makeup artist said in a broken jar, "Either I change it to a sex scene today, or you lock him in the refrigerator. There are three steps to closing the refrigerator. You don't even need to make up for a sex scene." .”

The director had no choice but to make do with it, ordering the lighting to make Ling Lang's face paler as much as possible.

Ling Lang saw his old opponent who was tortured to the brink of death in the gloomy underground cell. The opponent was indeed an experienced senior actor. Even in the dim light, when Ling Lang saw the opponent raised his head, there was a flash of light in his eyes. .

He is also a dedicated actor, and quickly devoted himself to the filming without distraction, forgetting the mark Feng Hao left on him.

"Son, come here, walk in a little bit, let me see you," the old opponent's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, weak but majestic.

Although Ling Lang was nervous, under his bewitching, he slid to the edge of the iron prison step by step. The moment he approached, the old enemy's hand stretched out from the cage, and clasped his wrist like a lightning bolt.

Ling Lang was startled, and began to shake off his hand desperately. After all, his old opponent was seriously injured and weak, so he quickly got rid of him.

"Like, like, so much like," the old opponent shook his head and sighed.

Ling Lang had already taken a step back, holding his own wrist. Hearing his words, he still couldn't restrain his curiosity, "Like what?"

The old opponent laughed sinisterly, and the laughter echoed in the small dungeon.

"Son, what's your name?"

After a while, "Xiao Ling."

"Xiao Ling? Hahahaha," the old opponent raised his head and smiled, "Xiao Ling, that person gave you this name, right?"

Alertness flashed in Ling Lang's eyes, "How do you know?"

"Hahahaha, he actually called you Xiaoling, hahahaha," the old opponent laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath.

"Have you laughed enough?" Ling Lang was overwhelmed by his laughter, and his face sank.

The laughter of the old opponent gradually subsided, "Do you know why he named you that?"

"...I don't know, do you know?"

The old opponent grabbed the railing in front of him and said word by word, "I, of course, of course, know, know."

Ling Lang's face became paler and paler, and his fisted hands began to tremble slightly. He didn't want to believe anything the man in front of him said, but his reason told him that every word he said was true.

"How about it?" The old opponent looked at his result with satisfaction, "now you know why that person kept you by his side."

"You bullshit!"

"In the eyes of that person, you have never been yourself."

"you shut up!"

"You're basically a substitute from start to finish."

"Who's going to believe you old bastard—"

Ling Lang choked up halfway through his lines.

The director called the card.

"Forgot your lines?"

Ling Lang was silent for a few seconds, raised his hand and rubbed his upper lip uncomfortably, "Let's do it all over again."

"You're basically a substitute from start to finish."

"Who will believe what you old bastard said..."

Ling Lang got stuck again, such two consecutive low-level mistakes are rare for him, and everyone saw him cover his eyes.

The third time I stuttered the lines, but the fourth time I finished speaking fluently, but completely lacked the momentum of becoming angry.

The director poked his head out from behind the screen in surprise, "What happened to Xiao Langlangni?"

Others also had the same doubts, but Feng Hao came out to help him out, "Why don't you change the old bastard into an old bastard?"

It went very smoothly this time, but everyone couldn't figure it out. Could it be that the word "bastard" was Ling Lang's forbidden word?

"A jerk is not a ball, so don't have psychological pressure," Feng Hao whispered in a teasing tone as he stuck it to Ling Lang's ear during the break.

Ling Lang glared at him, and the latter smiled gloatingly, as if he was not at all responsible for his abnormal performance.

"Today's game is not a fight, you should feel lucky, don't stare at me with that kind of eyes, if you want to end the game, you can do it at any time."

"What about punishment?"

"Deduct three," Feng Hao replied very simply.

"...You only remembered one in total."

"Yes," Feng Hao's smile was unbearable, "The remaining two are temporarily owed, and we can only start from +86 next time."

The actors began to take their positions. Ling Lang walked to the camera seat in a stable mood and waited for a few seconds. With a wave of his hand, the precious vase on the table was ruthlessly dropped to the ground and shattered into countless pieces.

Then there was another kick, the chair in front of Ling Lang was kicked down, the tablecloth was pulled away vigorously, and the things on it fell to the ground, Ling Lang lost control, smashing everything at hand. The violent body movements oppressed the foreign bodies in the body, and they screamed their existence to Ling Lang from time to time.

The room quickly fell into a mess, and there was nothing left intact. Ling Lang stood in the center of the room, his shoulders heaving violently, showing that this man was furious.

Something on the floor in front of him caught his attention, and he walked over step by step. It was a gift from Feng Hao on his "birthday", and it was the most precious gift in his heart that he carefully treasured.

Ling Lang, who was born as an orphan, of course has no birthday, but he only found out about ten minutes ago that not only the name he gave him was that person's surname, but even the birthday he gave him was the anniversary of that person's death.

He squatted down with complicated emotions and reached out to pick up the things on the ground, but at the moment he was about to touch them, his movements stopped.

The director nodded approvingly, expressing the feeling of wanting to pick it up but not daring to pick it up quite well.

Ling Lang felt a different feeling in his heart. With the movement of him squatting down, the sphere slipped a little more, and it was almost about to fall out.