Waiting Upon You

The filming of the film has officially entered the final stage, Ling Lang has become more and more quiet, and seems to be completely integrated with the characters in the play, and sometimes he does not say a word for several days, and he is completely unaware of happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy , when he sat there quietly, you didn't even feel the presence of this person.

The manager rubbed his hands anxiously. The Ling Lang in the play suffered from aphasia because he didn't speak for a long time. He didn't want the real Ling Lang to do the fake play.

He desperately tried to find something to talk to Ling Lang, copied the jokes he read on the Internet into a book, and read them dryly to Ling Lang, but the other party didn't respond at all.

"Come on, look at me, and say 'Ah—'" He tried to give Ling Lang rehabilitation treatment as the speech therapist did on TV.

Ling Lang silently turned his head away, unable to bear to look directly at his mental retardation.

"Why don't you try other words, for example," the assistant shrugged, "Dad?"

The manager immediately glared at her, and the assistant whistled innocently.

"It's all because of this crappy script," the manager angrily grabbed the script and threw it to the ground. "In the next play, I must let him take on a chatty character, like a little antelope with iron teeth and copper teeth," he said. The light bulb above his head lit up, "Lawyer, what do you think of playing a lawyer? Lawyers have the most lines."

The assistant came over with a thermos, "Then you have to pray that Ling Lang can still speak by then."

She handed the pot to Ling Lang, "Come, drink the soup."

The manager watched Ling Lang drink half of the soup, "What kind of soup do you drink Ling Lang every day?"

"Tianma Pig Brain Soup."

"Scared?" The manager was taken aback by the name.

The assistant pushed down the unnecessary glasses on the bridge of the nose, and made a pedantic look, "I checked the information, if people do not speak for a long time, it is easy to induce Alzheimer's disease, eating Tianma pig brain soup can clear the liver and strengthen the brain, It can effectively prevent this symptom.”

The manager's mouth twitched.

The assistant continued proudly, "I also added a lot of medicinal materials for invigorating the kidney and strengthening yang, such as ginseng, deer antler, cordyceps, and so on."

Ling Lang stopped drinking the soup all of a sudden.

The assistant was still proudly praising himself, "A bowl of tonic soup has multiple curative effects, I am really a genius."

Ling Lang put the soup down without saying a word.

"The actors are in place!" The assistant director issued a preparatory notice.

Ling Lang walked to the window and let the setting sun cast a long shadow behind him, but this shadow was also pressed by the shadow of the iron bars outside the window, as if mocking Ling Lang that he would never escape its control.

"ACTION!" The director gave the order to start.

Feng Hao pushed open the door, and then the whole person became still.

Ling Lang turned around slowly, his blond hair disappeared, replaced by pure black, which made his face extraordinarily pale, and there was no blood on his lips.

Because of his thinness, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes looked very big, just staring at the other party without blinking, Feng Hao's expression was in a trance for a moment, as if he had forgotten where he was and who was in front of him.

"What are you doing," Feng Hao said with a downcast after realizing that Ling Lang was still the same Ling Lang, but had dyed his hair back.

Ling Lang walked to the table, picked up a pen and wrote a few large characters on the paper.

—Does this make me more like him?

Feng Hao turned his head and left, "You read too many novels."

He didn't see that after he left, a faint mocking smile curled up on the corner of Ling Lang's mouth.

Days passed, Ling Lang stopped eating, Feng Hao tried every means to force him to eat, and finally even used force feeding, but he would vomit after a while, and he vomited faintly.

The doctor diagnosed him as suffering from anorexia, and he was forcibly fixed on the bed, relying on glucose injections to maintain his life. Today, Ling Lang is no different from a dead person except for his breath.

Feng Hao began to vent his anger in various ways. Every day, someone was punished because of Ling Lang, and his subordinates felt uneasy because of this. Their loyalty to Feng Hao was gradually shaken. Some people who were not loyal enough even started to do some tricks without telling Feng Hao .Feng Hao's internal and external troubles broke out at the same time, and all kinds of emergencies made him burnt out. Gradually, he had no time to take care of Ling Lang, and the security of the villa was reduced to the minimum.

Finally, one day, when the bodyguards were lax, Ling Lang escaped with the last of his strength. Feng Hao came quickly after receiving the notice, and intercepted the escaped Ling Lang outside the villa.

On one side is Feng Hao, on the other side is the cliff, and under the cliff is the sea with huge waves.

Ling Lang was already in the urn, Feng Hao approached step by step.

"Come back," Feng Hao ordered with a dark face.

Ling Lang took a step back.

"I told you to come back to me," Feng Hao repeated sternly.

Ling Lang took another step back, he was already standing on the edge of the cliff, the gravel rolled down under his feet, and was instantly swept away by the waves.

Feng Hao stopped still, but Ling Lang didn't stop, he turned around slowly, facing the sea, the flowers have withered, and spring will never come again.

Feng Hao felt an ominous premonition, "What do you want to do?"

Ling Lang turned his head bit by bit——

"CUT!"

The tense atmosphere on the scene was instantly destroyed, and everyone's attention was focused on the director.

"The expression just now was not in place, and it didn't show the character's psychology before dying well. Let's do it again, ready to start ACTION!"

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Ling Lang took a deep breath, brewed for a while, and then slowly turned his head again.This time, everyone saw the deep hatred in his eyes. The person in front of him deprived him of everything - his body, his feelings, his brothers, his pet, his freedom... Now, He wants to take his life again, he has no reason not to hate him, he hates him to the bone.

Everyone present deeply felt the hatred in his heart, their emotions were infected by Ling Lang, and each of them became dignified, that's how it felt!

"CUT!" The director interrupted again.

"Ni shouldn't look at him with such eyes. Ni has hatred for him, but Ni's feelings are born of love and hate. Even after he has done so many excessive things to Ni, Ni still loves him. Him! Ni's love for him has only been suppressed, but it has not disappeared. At the last moment of life, Ni will release it, come again!"

Ling Lang turned around for the third time. This time, everyone could see the contradiction in his eyes. In the past entanglements between the two, it was hard to tell whether love took the lead or hate took the lead. Two intense emotions They are tightly intertwined, and no one can shake off the other.

This look made everyone deeply understand the conflicts and struggles in Ling Lang's heart. Every day and night before their eyes, Ling Lang was tormented in ice and fire, and everything he regarded as precious was separated from him. Far away, the culprit of all this is the person he loves the most.

Although there was not a single line, the pain in Ling Lang's heart successfully spread to every corner, and everyone present was moved by it, and even their noses started to sore, that's what it felt like! .

"NONONO," the director was still dissatisfied, "Ni's expression is good, but Wo always feels that something is missing."

"The emotion expressed by Ni is very strong, but this feeling is strong and narrow. What Wo hopes to get is a very broad effect. Do you understand Ni?"

"Is this director Japanese?" the assistant couldn't help complaining privately, "I think Ling Lang's performance just now is already very good, I was almost moved to tears."

"That's why he is a big director, and you are just a small assistant," the agent retorted at her.

"In the last scene, I can understand that the director wanted to shoot it perfectly, but Ling Lang also acted very well, strong and open, isn't this difficult for someone to do?"

"You have to believe that if Ling Lang can't even overcome this difficulty, he won't be the best actor," the manager said firmly.

Ling Lang looked up at the sky, and the director was still helping him into the play, "Think about it, think about it, what he did to Ni, what kind of mood Ni has towards him, how Ni wants to say goodbye to him at the last glance ? Mu hope he can remember mud? Or forget mud? Mu..."

Feng Hao walked over, "I think I can probably understand what the director means."

The two looked at him at the same time, "I guess the director wants to say, you love me, you hate me, you poured the strongest emotion into me, but that is in the past. You are going to die soon, no matter how hot you are Emotions will be wiped out, you cling to things that you can’t let go, and you can finally let go at the last moment, it’s like you’ve reached the narrowest alley in your life, take a step forward, and the sea and the sky will be brighter.”

The director clapped his hands, "That's what it means!"

Ling Lang savored his words and seemed to understand something.

The camera was turned on again, and Ling Lang, standing on the edge of the cliff, turned his head slowly under the watchful eyes of everyone. This would be his last glimpse in this world. The sea breeze rolled up his snow-white clothes, and his black hair was blown into a mess.

Ling Lang saw Feng Hao, the man he had, and even now, loved deeply all the time.

From rescuing him from the warehouse at the beginning, to bringing him home, hugging him tenderly, deceiving him, imprisoning him, destroying him... The past memories come to mind, all the good and bad memories are like a marquee. Go through the motions.

He looked at his own life, but calmly as if he was reading someone else's story.

Ling Lang stared at Feng Hao quietly, his thoughts diverged thousands of miles away.

He couldn't tell whether it was in the play or in reality, as if he would bid farewell to the other party in the next second.

If I die like this, what regrets will I have?

Ling Lang thought, probably my biggest regret is that I am still a virgin.

When he had this idea, a bit of hatred was added to the loving eyes he cast on Feng Hao.

I'm going to die and you haven't fucked me yet.

But you won't have a chance to fuck me in the future.Thinking of this, Ling Lang smiled slightly, turned around and jumped off the cliff.