Waiting Upon You

The moment he turned around, Ling Lang had the illusion that Feng Hao overlapped with the characters in the movie, and the aggressive and oppressive feeling in the air was even stronger than when he was filming.

This feeling only lasted for a blink of an eye and then disappeared, so fast that Ling Lang almost thought he was wrong.

Feng Hao returned to his usual grinning appearance, "I said earlier that I'm a fan of the senior, look, I didn't lie to you."

Ling Lang stared at him closely, trying to find flaws under his perfect smile.

"How did you have this picture?"

Feng Hao looked up at the huge photo of Ling Lang on the wall, "Because I took this photo."

"what?"

"The person who took the photo on the day of the performance was a brother from the same club as me, but he was busy and couldn't go, so please let me go for him." Feng Hao walked around Ling Lang and walked to the photo, "Speaking of which, I have to thank that person Brother, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't know you either."

Ling Lang's eyes darkened, "There were a lot of stills taken at that time, why did you choose this one?"

"Because this is the best shot," Feng Hao raised his hand, and his fingertips traced the edge of the rope on Ling Lang's body, slowly rubbing against the photo, "Don't you think, senior? This expression at the end of your life is the most vivid, No matter how many times I watch it, it's always fascinating..."

Feng Hao's low voice fell in Ling Lang's ears, which made him shudder.

Ling Lang lowered his head, "I'm going back."

Feng Hao turned around, "I'll see you off."

Feng Hao drove Ling Lang to his residence, "May I take the liberty of asking for your private phone number, senior?"

Two people have already collaborated on a film, and one has just watched the video at the other's house, which is not an excessive request in theory.

"Sorry," Ling Lang resolutely refused, "I seldom give out my number to others. If you need me, you can contact my agent."

"That's it," Feng Hao didn't feel annoyed at all, "Okay, then good night senior."

"Goodbye."

Feng Hao watched Ling Lang enter the gate, he didn't start the car to leave immediately, but sat quietly in the car for a while, then opened the door and got out of the car.

"Come out."

A person slowly walked out from the corner, it was Ling Lang's manager.

When Feng Hao saw that it was him, he immediately put on a polite smile, "So it's you, sorry, I thought it was a paparazzi."

"Until now, no paparazzi has known Ling Lang's address."

"Really?" Feng Hao smiled happily, "It seems that I am luckier than the paparazzi."

The agent looked at him with inexplicable defensive eyes, "I've been with Ling Lang for so long, and I've never seen him go to other people's homes, let alone anyone who can take him to the door."

"So I should feel particularly honored?"

"Maybe it's impolite to say so, but Ling Lang's image in front of the public is very clean, and he has never been rumored. Regardless of the opposite sex or the same sex, I don't want any rumors to appear in the media. Do you know what I mean?" The person said seriously.

Feng Hao couldn't help smiling, he walked up to the manager, put his right hand on the other's shoulder, "It's understandable that the manager doesn't want the artists under him to spread rumors, but if they want to intervene in the normal contacts of the artists, it's a bit out of bounds."

The broker frowned.

Feng Hao put his hands back into his trouser pockets, "I'm curious, is your relationship with the senior really as simple as a manager and an artist? Compared with the manager, you look more like his... guardian?"

As soon as Feng Hao finished speaking, he shook his head and denied himself, "Impossible, the senior is already an adult, so..."

He watched the other party's reaction with great interest, "Surveillance person?"

The manager frowned, and he suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not as harmless as he appeared on the surface. Could it be that he had ulterior motives for approaching Ling Lang?

The two people in this room are still confronting each other in an undercurrent. In the other room, Ling Lang has already closed his coat and collapsed on the bed. On the bedside table not far away is a framed photo of all the crew members of "The Eternal Life of the Brave".

Ling Lang stared at the photo for a while, got up and took apart the photo frame, and another photo that was sandwiched between the group photo and the backing board fell out, and that photo was none other than the one hanging in Feng Hao's house.

Picking up the photos left on the bed, Ling Lang's thoughts drifted back to his youthful campus days.

"What? You want to play the first male lead?" The director of the play, who is also Ling Lang's friend, asked in disbelief.

"The Eternal Life of the Brave" is an anti-Japanese drama, telling the life of an underground party member fighting against the invaders. His identity was unfortunately exposed on the eve of the Japanese surrender, and he sang the victory song of the Anti-Japanese War with blood.

"I think I can handle this role well."

"It's not that I don't believe in your ability, but..." My friend gestured dryly for a long time, "Look, in all film and television works, as long as there is such a tough guy character, which one is not burly, angular, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, A face of righteousness? Look at you, what fits you?"

Ling Lang could not agree, "Indeed, everyone has a fixed facial makeup positioning, what kind of face is a good person, what kind of face is a bad person. But a successful actor should be able to make the audience ignore his appearance, even Let the audience think that such a face is a good person, and such a face is a bad person, even if it subverts the previous cognition."

His friend was moved by him, and he boldly tried to cast Ling Lang as the leading male lead, but it was an unexpected success. The play aroused great repercussions in the school, and it was precisely because of this that Ling Lang was approached by scouts. officially entered the show business circle.

When Ling Lang was a child, every time a war-themed movie or TV show appeared on TV, and when the captives were kidnapped by the enemy, he would watch it with special concentration and fascination, and would even substitute himself in it.When playing the game of police catching secret agents with his partners, everyone else rushed to be a police officer, but he was the only one who volunteered to be a spy.

Slowly, he found that his excitement was completely different from that of boys of the same age. Publications with large-scale photos of beauties did not arouse his interest, but those scenes of bondage and torture made him excited.

Every sexual dream in his adolescence was related to coercion. At that time, the Internet was not as developed as it is now, and all his orgasms came from fantasy.

After a long time, he began to be dissatisfied with this fantasy, and took the first step in the way he could think of - to enter the film school and become an actor.

For Ling Lang, "The Eternal Life of the Brave" is not just a drama, but the first time his dream has come true.

The day of the screening was an indelible memory in his life. The classmates in charge of the props tied him up too tightly because of nervousness. Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people in the auditorium, he walked towards the execution ground with his head held high and his chest high, and at the same time he reached a spiritual climax.

Memories from more than ten years ago flooded into his mind, Ling Lang unconsciously stretched out his hand to outline the outline of the knot on the photo, his movements unconsciously coincided with the line Feng Hao touched, after realizing his behavior, his hand Retracted like an electric shock.

That familiar feeling swept over his body again. He wanted to get rid of it, but he was powerless. He could only let himself sink and float in the sea of ​​desire, but this time, it was Feng Hao's face that kept flashing before his eyes. Do not go.

"Ling Lang, Ling Lang? Why are you in a daze, it's your turn to play."

Ling Lang woke up from the siege of lust, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course it's going to the execution ground," a voice sounded softly against his back.

"...Who is it?" The voice was so familiar, but Ling Lang couldn't remember its owner.

A chuckle replaced the answer.

Ling Lang looked around, actors and logistics students were walking around him, but he couldn't see their faces clearly.

This scene is so familiar, Ling Lang tried his best to recall it, and finally remembered that today is the day when the play is released, but what is this strange feeling?

But without allowing him to think too much, Ling Lang discovered another fact that terrified him, "Where's my costume?"

"The costume? I'll wear it for you now," the voice sounded again, the rough hemp rope was wrapped around his neck, his arms were firmly fixed behind his back, and the rope was tightly embedded in his skin, making him almost unable to breathe.

"It's ready, do you like it?"

not like this!Ling Lang was shouting in his heart, but he couldn't utter half a syllable.

"Go, it's time for you to perform," the voice seemed to have magic power, Ling Lang realized that he couldn't control his body, and walked towards the stage step by step.

"No...you can..." If he took another step, he would be exposed in front of the audience. Ling Lang resisted with all his strength.

"Why not?" The curtain was lifted by a corner, "Look, everyone is expecting you, don't keep your audience waiting."

Ling Lang struggled and shook his head. Immediately, two actors in Japanese military uniforms pushed him hard to the front of the stage. The upturned faces in the audience seemed to be shrouded in clouds and mist.

Ling Lang suddenly began to struggle violently, "Let me go, let me go down!"

He desperately wanted to cover his body, but no matter how hard he tried, his hands remained motionless. He had never felt so panicked. Countless eyes fell on his naked body, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"Don't be afraid," put a hand on his forehead, Ling Lang suddenly stopped as if he had been acupunctured, and then slowly relaxed.

"Isn't this what you want?" The hand touched his lips all the way along the bridge of his nose, trembling like an electric shock, "Here, here, there is a reaction so soon, isn't it?"

Ling Lang closed his eyes, feeling that the hands walking on his body changed from one to two, then three, then four, until he couldn't count, every inch couldn't get rid of their touch, he had to look up At first, I sucked in oxygen in big gulps, and my heart seemed to be beating in front of my eyes.

"Open your eyes," the voice ordered again, "remember the duty of an actor, and present the best side of any situation to the audience."

Ling Lang opened his eyes, the smoke in the audience cleared, and the faces of the audience gradually became clear, each face was expressionless, and each face looked exactly the same.

A strong flash, followed by another, and gradually the flashes merged together. After Ling Lang won the best actor award in the first year, the media gave him such and such courtesy.

"Don't, don't shoot..." Ling Lang opened his mouth, his request was so weakly covered by the sound of the shutter that even he couldn't hear it.

The voice of the photographer seems to be in the audience, but also seems to be slowly ringing in the ears, "Don't you think, senior? This expression at the end of your life is the most vivid. No matter how many times you see it, it is so fascinating..."

The voice sounded like a person whispering, and suddenly it seemed like a group of people were harmonizing. From the center of the stage, it spread to every corner of the theater, and then reflected back, forming an endless echo, "Come on, it's time to speak the lines." gone."

Ling Lang heard himself recite the dialogue hoarsely.

"I'm here, I'm alive, I'm dying...Everyone can't escape this fate..."

"You will all die sooner or later...and I, today, here, will gain...eternal life."

boom--

Ling Lang was awakened by the gunshots, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and he stretched out his hand to touch it, and it turned out that it was sticky.

After calming down for a long time, he dragged his numb legs to the bathroom to clean up the aftermath.

The warm water flowed down and washed his body clean. It seemed that even all the ulterior secrets were washed away. When he walked out of the bathroom, he returned to that noble and glamorous Bingshan Movie King.

Kneeling in his usual place, he began his morning prayers.

"Sorry, I didn't come yesterday."

--where did you go?

"I went to... the home of an actor I worked with."

——How long has it been since you went to someone’s house?

"I do not remember."

——That must be a very special person.

silence.

——What did you do then?

"Watching a drama, my work in college."

--Oh?

"While watching the video, I..." Ling Lang clenched his fists tightly, "I had a reaction, and it was the same when I was watching the premiere."

— Excited?

"……Yes."

—Tell me about that person.

"He's passionate, he's talented, and he's... terrified me."

—Because he made you sexually aroused?

"Yes."

— more than once?

"Yes."

—and masturbated because of it.

"Yes."

—His face came to mind while masturbating.

"……Yes."

—Do you hate him?

"Do not."

— Do you like him?

silence.

— Let’s stop here today.

Ling Lang pressed his forehead to the ground, bowing reverently.

After a long time, he straightened up, and in front of him was a pitch-black video conference screen.Not so long ago, there would be voices coming from inside, but now, only his voice echoed in the empty room.