Waiting Upon You

The movie is being screened all over the country, and various announcements follow. Ling Lang has always disliked participating in any promotional activities, but there are always one or two promotional files that cannot be rejected. Whenever this happens, he They all silently served as the background board, but fortunately, the media has long been accustomed to this.

Ling Lang sat on the three-person sofa in the studio, leaning against the corner, Feng Hao sat next to him in the middle, and there was no one on the other side. This distance had invaded Ling Lang's personal space. He didn't understand what the other party was thinking. A professional actor would definitely know that sitting like this would make the TV screen unbalanced, but Feng Hao acted as if he didn't know about it, and even the program director didn't correct him.

After a period of routine questions, the big screen began to play clips of movie highlights, and the first interaction between the two in the movie was naturally among them.

Ling Lang was forced to review the scene that once made him lose control. Although the original impulse was no longer there, his thoughts inevitably drifted to other places. He didn't say a word about what the host and Feng Hao said later. He listened until Feng Hao called him in his ear.

"Senior, senior?"

When Ling Lang came back to his senses, he realized that Feng Hao's face, which had just existed in fantasy, had actually appeared in front of him, and he was so dreamy that he completely forgot that it was on TV.

Feng Hao saw that he looked like he was just waking up from a big dream, and couldn't help but find it funny, "Senior, you can be distracted even when you're recording a program."

Ling Lang coughed to cover up, leaned forward, and asked him, "Which session did you record?"

Feng Hao's expression was very helpless, "Senior, you are really not participating at all."

"I remember when the interview was over there was nothing to do with me."

"It's my turn to show off my talent. May I ask my senior to cooperate with me?"

Ling Lang frowned, it's not a variety show, what kind of talent show do you want?

"Why didn't I know there was this paragraph before?"

"Planning temporary decision to add."

"What do you do with me?"

The program director announced the preparations, Feng Hao didn't have time to explain, so he sat up in front of the camera, slightly tilted his head towards Ling Lang, and said in a low voice, "We'll find out later."

As usual, the host said some cutscenes, exchanged a few words of teasing with Feng Hao, and then entered the main topic of this session.

"Feng Hao."

"Ok?"

"Many viewers don't know much about you, after all, you are a newcomer."

"Yes."

"Do you want to take this opportunity to let everyone know you better, for example, what are your specialties, sing a song for everyone?"

"Actually, I originally wanted to sing a song for everyone, but unfortunately my throat is not feeling well today."

"However," he quickly changed his tone, "I can impromptuly perform a little magic trick for everyone."

"Oh?" The host expressed great interest, "What kind of magic is it? Do you need me to cooperate with you?"

"You are so active, the audience will definitely say that you are my trustee," Feng Hao joked, and the audience burst into laughter.

After everyone finished laughing, Feng Hao turned to Ling Lang and said, "If possible, I would like to ask Teacher Ling to cooperate with me."

Surprise was evident in Ling Lang's eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked Feng Hao privately while the staff went to get the props.

"Just performing a little magic trick, it's not difficult," Feng Hao said softly.

"I don't know what to do at all."

"Senior doesn't have to do anything, just cooperate with me."

The staff brought up the props that had been prepared, and it turned out to be a bundle of ropes.

Feng Hao took the rope and said with a smile, "Mr. Ling, please stand up for a while, please?"

Although Ling Lang didn't know what medicine he was selling in his gourd, he couldn't refuse at this time, so he stood up from his seat, walked to the center of the arena, and waited to see what Feng Hao wanted to do.

"I'm holding an ordinary rope," Feng Hao gestured the props to the audience, and handed the rope to the host to tug, expressing that he didn't do anything.

After checking, Feng Hao walked to Ling Lang, "Now I'm going to tie up Teacher Ling."

The staff in the audience were in a cold sweat. They had never seen such a courageous person in their 30 years of employment.

The movements of Feng Hao's hands are so proficient that one can't help but wonder if he has practiced hard.He passed the rope behind Ling Lang's neck, crossed the knot in front of his chest, then wrapped it around Ling Lang's arm a few times, and finally fixed his hands behind his back and tied a very complicated knot.

"Can you turn around and show the audience?"

Ling Lang turned around, and under the close-up of the camera, it could be seen that his hands were tied tightly.

"Can you break free?"

Ling Lang moved his hand, indicating that he couldn't.

Feng Hao signaled him to turn back, picked up another piece of rope, and showed it to the camera as well, this time wrapping Ling Lang's whole body in circles, also tying a knot at the ankle.

"Ms. Ling, try it, can you move now?"

Ling Lang shook his head.

"Do you need to check it?" Feng Hao asked the host.

"Uh," the host was probably afraid of being frostbitten by Ling Lang's halo, "I believe Teacher Ling will not lie."

"Okay, next," Feng Hao picked up a black curtain and covered it in front of Ling Lang, "Count down with me, three—"

The audience continued in unison, "Two—"

"one!"

Feng Hao raised his hand, and the curtain was lifted. Ling Lang stood still, with two pieces of rope scattered around his feet, and there was an exclamation immediately.

Feng Hao picked up the rope, there was no sign of breaking it, and the audience immediately burst into applause.

The host looked and looked at the rope curiously, and couldn't help asking Ling Lang, "Are you really not his trustee?"

Ling Lang was probably the one with the calmest reaction among all of them, "I don't know how he did it."

"How did you do it?" the host asked curiously.

Feng Hao pressed his index finger to his mouth, "This is a business secret."

The host was amazed for a long time again, "You shouldn't be acting, you should be doing magic tricks."

"Actually, I can only do this one magic trick," Feng Hao said modestly.

"Why did you learn this magic trick?"

Feng Hao looked at Ling Lang beside him with a smile, and said with a pun, "I just thought someone might like it."

After the program was recorded, Feng Hao followed Ling Lang back to the lounge, and said, "If the senior wants to know the principle of the magic, I don't mind telling you."

Ling Lang didn't seem to be interested in this at all, "If the magic is revealed, it will be meaningless."

"Hey," Feng Hao sighed exaggeratedly, "I thought I could take this opportunity to practice a few more times with my seniors. This is my special skill, and I just hope it will attract small fans."

Ling Lang packed his things in an orderly manner, and what Feng Hao said fell on his ears.

Feng Hao's face suddenly appeared in front of Ling Lang's eyes, making Ling Lang startled, "What are you doing?"

"Senior is worthy of being an actor," Feng Hao said with a smile.

Ling Lang frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"

"The acting skills are really good." Feng Hao stepped back, with a natural expression as if he had never brought up this topic at all, "Is the senior still not willing to tell me the phone number?"

"If you need anything, please find me..."

"Is it the manager?" Feng Hao interrupted him, "I knew you would say that, since the senior is so persistent, I won't ask for it again in the future."

He raised the car key in Yang's hand, "Shall I take you back?"

Ling Lang refused straight away, "No, I'll drive myself."

Ling Lang was sitting in the driver's seat, but he didn't start the car right away, but leaned against the backrest with his eyes closed. The agitation in his body just now in the studio has eased a lot, but the memory of the excitement provoked by Feng Hao still remains. in the mind.

He couldn't help touching his wrist, there was no trace of the rope covering it, but it was like an invisible burn, and the skin was vaguely hot.

Only he knew that just now when Feng Hao was binding his hands, he scratched his palm lightly with his index finger. This concealed action was hidden from the camera, the host, and even himself. I don't know whether the other party did it on purpose or accidentally.

If Feng Hao's previous actions were all adding firewood, then this action was like lighting a fire, igniting his desire in an instant, and his desire that existed since puberty, unexpectedly became a reality logically in front of the public.

He couldn't describe the feeling at the moment when the rope was on his body, he only remembered that he had to use a lot of strength to overcome the trembling caused by excitement, and he was glad that today's clothes did not embarrass him in public.

Ten years of acting skills saved him. Feng Hao's compliment to him may be a hint he doesn't want to admit. This person seems to have mastered all his dead spots. He intuitively felt that Feng Hao might have sensed something, but his instinct But let him avoid the truth.

Ling Lang was still struggling between self-paralysis and accepting the reality, when he heard someone tap on the car glass a few times, he opened his eyes, and saw the person he was thinking of was standing outside the window, looking at him with a smile, Not at all like a man with a hidden scheming heart.

He lowered the car window, Feng Hao's voice came from outside, "Senior hasn't left yet, that's great."

"What's the matter?" Ling Lang asked concisely.

Feng Hao put on a distressed expression, "I also said I wanted to give the senior a ride, but my car wouldn't start, can I ask the senior to give me a ride?"

"...Then what about your car?"

"The agent will help me deal with it later."

Feng Hao had already sat in the co-pilot. When Ling Lang started the car, he was still thinking, this is a downtown area, and it is very convenient to take a taxi. If it were someone else, would he be so kind as to give him a ride?

This idea cannot be verified, because apart from Feng Hao, there is probably no second person who would make such a request to him.

Ling Lang glanced at his watch. His manager repeatedly asked him to go to the suit shop to measure his size today, and even made an appointment for him. In his words, he had never seen an artist wear the same outfit several times on important occasions. Awarded an Oscar for Hardworking Achievement.

Feng Hao's house happened to be in two directions from the suit shop, and he wanted to rush there before the other party closed, and he didn't know if it would be too late.

At this time, Feng Hao suddenly said, "Excuse me, can I ask the senior to send me to another place?"

He reported the name of the suit shop, Ling Lang turned his head in surprise, does this person have mind reading skills?

"It's like this. I made an appointment with the store to choose clothes today, and now they are about to close...don't trouble you?"

Ling Lang looked at him suspiciously for a while, then shook his head.

"That's good," Feng Hao said with a smile, "Why don't the seniors go with me to have a look, the clothes in this store are very good, but I don't know if I can be in the senior's eyes..."

Ling Lang interrupted him, "I happen to be going there too."

"Really?" Feng Hao said unexpectedly happily, "That's really a coincidence."

A quarter of an hour later, the two appeared at the door of the suit shop. The shop assistants here are well-trained, and they only treat each other with courtesy when they see a star like Ling Lang.

Ling Lang simply picked out two models, and a clerk came up to measure him. Feng Hao looked at him with folded arms and a smile. He is very uncomfortable.

"Why don't you measure?" Ling Lang asked.

Feng Hao didn't answer, the clerk answered for him, "Mr. Feng is our regular customer, we have already recorded his size."

While talking, the clerk nimbly measured him with a ruler, and recorded more and more data on the paper, and saw that only the last item remained.

Feng Hao walked over and took the tape measure from the clerk's hand casually. Just when Ling Lang was wondering, the soft tape had already wrapped around his neck.

The two were very close, so close that they would stick to each other's body if they took half a step forward. Feng Hao lowered his eyelids and took a look. He was slightly taller than Ling Lang, but this action gave Ling Lang an illusion. It seemed that the other party was much taller than himself, tall enough to look down on him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be molesting no matter what.

"38," Feng Hao read out the value, and the clerk immediately wrote it down in the notebook. After the soft ruler was released, Ling Lang quickly took a step back. It seemed that such a distance would give him a sense of security. Feng Hao just smiled when he saw this, Return the ruler to the clerk.

After leaving the store, Feng Hao consciously sat in the co-pilot, Ling Lang started the car and drove directly to Feng Hao's house. If the manager saw this scene, he would definitely be stunned.

After driving for a while, Ling Lang suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the car sped in the opposite direction.

"What's wrong?" Feng Hao realized that something happened.

Ling Lang glanced at the rearview mirror lightly, "Paparazzi."