Waiting Upon You

The filming of the new film finally came to the later stage. Ling Lang, who knew the truth, began to fight against Feng Hao secretly. He released his old opponent who was imprisoned in the basement. Solve the wrist.

Feng Hao finally found out who was behind the tricks. He eliminated his old opponent and imprisoned Ling Lang in the villa. Outside the villa was a cliff, and below the cliff was a ruthless sea. In the last movie, Ling Lang ended place of one's own life.

The second half of the character played by Ling Lang is completely different from the early stage. He changed from a ruffian, greedy, but youthful boy to a dark and unscrupulous avenger overnight. Under the captivity, the heart is as dead as ashes, and there is no interest in life.

The three stages, the three completely different personalities, should not only make people feel very different, but also imply inextricably unified. After all, from the beginning to the end, he is still the same person, and his feelings for Feng Hao are different. Even if it is suppressed by force, it still exists.

Whenever Ling Lang had a chance, he put himself into the role in the play, figured out its psychology, he jumped and switched among the three personalities, whenever this happened, Feng Hao was his best training object, he stared at his His eyes were filled with fervent admiration for a while, intense hatred for a while, and despair for a while. Feng Hao only needs to look at him to know which stage he has reached in the exercise.

"Why did you want to be an actor in the first place?" Feng Hao asked Ling Lang who was waiting at the kitchen door and used him as a practice while wiping his cup.

"It's none of your business," Ling Lang replied coldly.

Feng Hao glanced at him in surprise, Ling Lang seemed to realize that there was something wrong with the conversation just now, and gradually withdrew from the role.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, and then answered Feng Hao's question reflexively, "Because when I was young..."

"You like watching movies, don't you?" Feng Hao continued for him, "Don't use your official answer to perfuse me, I've read magazines."

Ling Lang pondered for a while, "Because I, I... When I was a child, I really liked watching period costumes or movies during the Anti-Japanese War, and my focus seems to be different from others."

"Just looking at it, you want to play it yourself?" Feng Hao smiled, "It seems that my guess is correct, the role in "The Eternal Life of the Brave" should be fought for by you."

Ling Lang didn't deny it, "But... I was very happy when I was acting in the drama, but when the curtain ended, I felt a very strong sense of self-denial."

"Like don't want to have sex after orgasm?"

"I can't face myself like that, I feel dirty," Ling Lang lowered his eyes, and seemed to have entered the stage of confession, "After the show, I can no longer accept any comments related to it, I destroy I took the VCR, kept that picture, but hid it out of sight, thinking I would erase the other side of me."

Ling Lang seldom made such long speeches, Feng Hao listened quietly, without making a sound from the beginning to the end, "But when I have another chance to perform like this, I am still eager to try, and then fall into deeper self-loathing , continue to circulate and intensify until it can no longer come out."

Feng Hao waited for a while, seeing that Ling Lang stopped talking, Fang said, "So, the time you watched the VCR at my house, was it the first time you looked back at it?"

Ling Lang nodded, "Yes."

"Acting with me, do you feel the same way?"

Ling Lang's eyes flickered twice, but he didn't answer for a long time.

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

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

Ling Lang breathed a sigh of relief. Such a short conversation made him relax physically and mentally. Since he left Mr. Mo, how long has it been since he had a real conversation with anyone.

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

Ling Lang finally saw the golden retriever again. Starting today, the film returns to the theme of prison escape. Ling Lang tried again and again to escape from Feng Hao's imprisonment, but ended in failure every time.

Every time he escaped and was caught, Feng Hao would punish him severely, but Ling Lang still never gave up, trying every means to create the next opportunity to escape.

His lines became less and less, because he and Feng Hao had almost nothing to say. In the end, he was all acting with his eyes and body language. He was shackled and beaten violently, but the hatred in his eyes Keep it sharp, he's still a living human being.

The golden retriever was Feng Hao's last tender feeling for Ling Lang. In order to prevent Ling Lang who was imprisoned alone in the villa from getting bored, he gave him the golden retriever given to him by others.

This golden retriever became Ling Lang's best friend in the last days of his life. Only when he was with him could Ling Lang laugh. shadow.

At dusk and sunset, Ling Lang always lay down by the window with Jin Mao, and the two beings with the same hair color watched the sun slowly disappear at the end of the sea through the iron bars together.

At the beginning, Ling Lang only said all the words to Jin Mao, and he talked for several hours in the play, but no one could understand what he was talking about.The psychiatrist called by Feng Hao advised him to send Ling Lang for regular treatment, but Feng Hao remained unmoved.

Ling Lang looks cold on the outside, but he is very soft on the inside. He soon develops feelings for the golden retriever, and the golden retriever also likes to stay with him, but except for the animal trainer, it only obeys Feng Hao's password.

"Sit," Feng Hao ordered, the golden retriever sat obediently, and Ling Lang almost knelt down by reflex.

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

"It seems that it regards you as its companion and me as its master," Feng Hao replied with a smile.

"You are not its owner."

Feng Hao looked left and right and saw that no one was there, and quickly stroked his head, "Why are you being jealous of a dog?"

Ling Lang was stunned for a long time before realizing that what he meant was that Feng Hao was not the owner of the golden retriever, but the animal trainer was, but was misinterpreted by Feng Hao as jealousy, and he couldn't laugh or cry at the moment.

"Look at this," Feng Hao took out a piece of dog biscuit from his pocket, the golden retriever's eyes lit up when he saw it, and his tail started to sweep on the ground.

"Freeze," Feng Hao gave another command to the golden retriever, and the well-trained golden retriever immediately stopped completely, motionless, like a statue.

Feng Hao carefully placed the dog biscuit on the bridge of Jin Mao's nose. Jin Mao stared at it intently, as if it had become a pair of eyes, and the saliva flowed down, but it still remained motionless.

Ling Lang was amazed at its endurance, until Feng Hao said "OK", it couldn't wait to lower its head, ate the biscuit that fell to the ground, and asked Feng Hao for a reward.

"This training is difficult, not every dog ​​can do it," Feng Hao explained, "Even if they know that they will get two biscuits at the end, they may not be able to endure the temptation of the first biscuit."

Ling Lang admits that for a dog, this is really difficult.

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

Ling Lang felt that his IQ had been insulted.

The filming started. Ling Lang was in a very good mood today. He spoke to the golden retriever in a language that humans could not understand. There was a bark back, and one person and one dog talked without pressure.

Feng Hao pushed the door open, and this was the scene that greeted his eyes. The setting sun dyed their hair, which was originally the same color as the sun, with a layer of golden light. He was dazzled for a moment and couldn't keep his eyes open.

When he found that there was one more person in the room, the faint smile on Ling Lang's face disappeared without a trace in an instant. The change in his attitude annoyed Feng Hao. He thought that he was not as good as a dog in the eyes of the other party. .

He grabbed Ling Lang by the collar and pulled him up, driving the shackles on his feet to make a dull sound.

"Laugh at me," he ordered irrationally.

Ling Lang looked at him indifferently, as if there was no such person in his eyes.

"Laugh at me when I said it," he ordered again harshly.

Ling Lang's face remained expressionless.

Feng Hao, furious and angry, grabbed his throat, and the more force he used, the more he almost put the person in front of him to death. In his life, he was disrespectful, fearless of gods and ghosts, and only two people gave him a sense of frustration that he could not do anything about. However, these two people had the same face, which seemed to be his nemesis from birth, and he wished to erase it forever.

Ling Lang let him pinch his throat without struggling, and even seemed to be looking forward to dying like this. The golden retriever angrily rushed over to protect its master, but was kicked far away by him, struggling to get up, whimpering anxiously shouted.

When Ling Lang was dying, Feng Hao finally realized what he was doing, and when he let go, Ling Lang fell to the ground.

Feng Hao narrowed his eyes, and called a psychiatrist on the phone.

No matter what the doctor asked Ling Lang, he refused to say anything. After he checked Ling Lang's condition, he had the courage to ask Feng Hao to send him to receive treatment again, but he was still rejected without any room.

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

"Now he talks to dogs every day, and you say he has signs of schizophrenia?"

Feng Hao's eyes fell on the golden hair who had finally crawled over and leaned against Ling Lang, "In this case, why not just erase the root cause of schizophrenia and let him be depressed."

Ling Lang's eyes widened suddenly, realizing what he wanted to do, and he desperately protected the golden retriever behind him. The golden retriever seemed to have sensed the murderous intent from Feng Hao, and flinched back whimpering.

Feng Hao walked over step by step, Ling Lang and Jin Mao were cornered together, there was no way out.

Ling Lang finally spoke. He hadn't spoken human words for too long, and his pronunciation became stiff, "No...you can..."

Feng Hao didn't listen, he took out his pistol and pointed it at the golden retriever's head from the air, Ling Lang blocked it without thinking.

"No...you can..." he repeated.

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

"Smile."

Ling Lang fell silent, Feng Hao didn't move either, the two of them just faced each other silently, one of them pointed a gun at the other's head.

It seemed that after a lifetime, the corners of Ling Lang's mouth curled up a few times, and then little by little, until he pulled out the most poignant smile in the world.

"Why don't we try it out, sit down." The two of them had already returned home from the set, and Feng Hao was still thinking about the question he asked Ling Lang during the day.

Ling Lang, whose IQ was insulted twice in one day, knelt down obediently.

"Don't move," Feng Hao gave the second order.

Ling Lang didn't move at first.

"Even if you are interested in dog biscuits, I can't put it on your nose," Feng Hao joked with him cheerfully, "Why don't you change to something you are interested in, one that can exercise your endurance thing."

He took a step forward, took out his own organs, and put them on Ling Lang's lips.