Waiting Upon You

"Card!"

"Card!"

"Card!!!"

The director poked his head out helplessly, "Ling Lang, are you feeling unwell today?"

Ling Lang shook his head, his complexion was very bad, "I'm sorry."

The manager leaned forward, "How many times?"

The assistant counted the correct marks on the paper, "Not counting the initial ones, just these few shots add up to 41 times."

"Are you about to break the record?"

"Ah."

Feng Hao also cared about Ling Lang earnestly, "Senior, are you okay? Your complexion is not good, is it too cold?"

Ling Lang avoided his sight. The person he dared not face the most now was Feng Hao. Whenever there was a scene where he made eye contact with the other party, he would never be able to complete it smoothly.

"I'm a little tired, can I take a rest?" Ling Lang asked.

"Oh...okay," the director waved his hand, "take a break for 15 minutes."

The assistant was particularly surprised, "Do you think Ling Lang is abnormal today?"

The manager nodded, "It's very abnormal. When did you see him ask for instructions before taking a break? They always leave when they want to."

The assistant pinched his chin thoughtfully, "Could it be that he had a conflict with that one over there?"

The eyes of the two people turned to the distance at the same time. Feng Hao was holding a coat and trying to put it on Ling Lang, but the latter obviously had an attitude of avoiding it.

"Senior, put on your coat."

"No need," Ling Lang walked forward quickly without looking back.

"I'll catch a cold."

"I said no more."

"Obviously the senior said it first, it's my job and I don't need to be polite. I can't go back on my word just because I hit the senior's mind, right?"

Ling Lang stopped in his tracks, and Feng Hao stepped forward to wrap him in his clothes.

"Okay, don't lose your temper, this kind of thing is not shameful," Feng Hao turned in front of him, "Didn't the senior also feel it when filming the undercover police?"

Ling Lang's fingers trembled. He didn't know whether it was the cold weather or the fear of the secret exposure.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Feng Hao slid his finger across the other's face, "Hey, let me see if the pain hurts."

The two stood far away from the crowd, and no one could hear their conversation, but this movement was really seen clearly.

Rao is the strict discipline of the crew, many people couldn't help but secretly took out their mobile phones at this moment.

"Who allowed you to secretly film? Have you forgotten the rules in the crew?" The director hit the assistant director's head with the script again.

The assistant director held his head aggrievedly, "Director, the mobile phone you have has a higher resolution than mine."

"If you shoot, it's called sneak shooting; if I shoot, it's called breaking news," the director said confidently.

"What about them?" The assistant director pointed to the side.

"Make-up shooting is called makeup; photography shooting is called tidbits; scene recording shooting is called archiving; screenwriting shooting is called material collection."

"So I'm the only one who is secretly filming?" the assistant director wanted to cry but had no tears.

"It's good that you know, put away your phone quickly!... Hey, do you see how well I got this angle?"

Ling Lang's body stiffened under Feng Hao's touch, and he neither dared to hide, nor dared to shake off his hand.

That Feng Hao who made Ling Lang feel pressure appeared again, this time not in the scene, but outside the scene, the deterrent force was so obvious that he didn't even bother to cover it up.

Feng Hao looked at the wounds on Ling Lang's face distressedly, although they were all caused by the makeup artist, "If you were more attentive, you wouldn't have suffered so many... Or did you do it on purpose, senior?"

"Did you do it on purpose?" Ling Lang asked suddenly.

"What?" Feng Hao was puzzled.

"Last time, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Feng Hao was stunned for a moment, and finally realized what he was referring to, he smiled and did not deny it, "The senior didn't hurt last time, but this time I felt very distressed."

Ling Lang closed his eyes, he never imagined that the secret deep in his heart would be exposed to the eyes of another person so early on. He said that the movie star, who thought he was hiding it perfectly, was fooled by a newcomer's acting skills.

The shock he received in a short period of time was too great, and Ling Lang calmed down instead.

"Now that you know everything, what do you want?"

To break the news with the media?Regardless of whether it is true or not, it is enough for the media to hype it up for a while, and its reputation will also start.

Or maybe it's a threat, with the actor escorting him, the road to stardom will naturally be much smoother.

Feng Hao pursed his lips, "I want to satisfy you."

"What did you say?" The unexpected answer made Ling Lang's eyes widen.

"Didn't I say that, ever since I watched the play performed by the senior, I fell in love with you. Since then, I have made up my mind that I will satisfy all the senior's desires in the future."

When Feng Hao said these words, his eyes were shining brightly, it didn't look like he was joking at all.

Ling Lang stared into his eyes, completely unable to guess what the other person was thinking.

After a long time, Ling Langfang lowered his head and smiled in a low voice, he didn't know whether he was laughing at Feng Hao or himself.

"Stop making trouble," he said softly, turned around and returned to the set, Feng Hao quietly followed behind him without any explanation.

Seeing that the two of them had returned, everyone quickly hid their mobile phones and started preparations in an upright and serious manner.

Ling Lang and Fang Cai, who re-entered the filming, were completely different. The actor's strength was re-displayed, and many difficult shots were passed at one time. His seriousness cheered up everyone, and the previously delayed filming progress quickly caught up.

In the evening, the production crew went back to the mountain to rest. Ling Lang wore unlined clothes and spent a day in the cold in the mountain. His limbs were a little numb. As soon as he arrived at the hotel, he couldn't wait to take a hot bath.

After taking a shower, Ling Lang's body finally recovered. He wiped off the fog on the glass, watched the figure gradually appear in the mirror, and couldn't help touching his face with his fingers.During the day, Feng Hao didn't use much force, but the pain seemed to be burned in his heart, and it lasted until now.

The doorbell rang, Ling Lang put on his bathrobe and went to open the door, Feng Hao stood outside the door with a thermos in his hand.

"Senior, drink some ginger soup, it's getting colder."

Ling Lang took the thermos from his hand without asking him where he got it, but said politely, "Thank you, is there anything else?"

Feng Hao laughed, "Senior is really as indifferent as everyone said."

"Sorry, I'm not a kind person in private."

"If my words offend you during the day, then I apologize to you," Feng Hao said solemnly, "But, I will not take it back, every word I said is serious."

Ling Lang shook his head, "There will be no next time."

"What do you mean?"

"I won't let you catch me again."

Feng Hao was disappointed, "So senior thinks my purpose is to catch you?"

Ling Lang agreed.

Feng Hao sighed lightly, "Since the senior misunderstood me, I might as well be a villain." He raised his head, "If I catch the senior again next time, I won't forget it like today. "

"There won't be a next time," Ling Lang repeated affirmatively.

The filming mission in the mountains lasted for a full month. During this month, Ling Lang and Feng Hao faced each other calmly during filming, and avoided seeing them once the filming was over. This disappointed the crew members who were waiting for more news.

On the day when he finally drank the wrapping wine, Ling Lang had already packed his luggage and left the set without notifying anyone.

The film is still in the process of editing, and all kinds of pre-publicity are spread out. As usual, Ling Lang will only attend when he has to be there. Everyone is used to his style, so they don't think there is anything wrong with it. .

On the contrary, Feng Hao, who is still a rookie in the industry, has only taken two films since his debut. He is even bigger than the actor. Before each promotion, he always asks if Ling Lang will be there. He only goes when he hears that Ling Lang is going, otherwise we will meet None.

The more Feng Hao was like this, the less the media dared to scribble. In addition, he played such an important role as soon as he debuted, and many people were guessing about his background.All kinds of rumors spread all of a sudden, Feng Hao gained more than a dozen identities overnight, and any one of them could make a multinational company go bankrupt with a wave of the wind when the wind blows.

When the manager came to Ling Lang's home, he unexpectedly found that he was watching a variety show on TV. The scale of this show has always been relatively large. Others only dared to discuss Feng Hao's origin in private, but they dared to put it on the screen with great fanfare. .

Of course, the program team had invited Ling Lang to attend, but the manager refused without asking what Ling Lang meant. No matter whether it was Ling Lang's character or image, he was not suitable for this type of variety show.

"You actually watch this?" The manager was very surprised.

"To pass the time," Ling Lang said flatly.

As soon as everyone finished gossiping about Feng Hao's background on TV, the host mysteriously dropped a new bomb.

"Some crew members broke the news to our column team, saying that the relationship between Ling Lang and Feng Hao is unusual, and they even had ambiguous interactions between filming. Is this true?"

"No, no, absolutely nothing," the director denied righteously, "Those are all rumors."

The host smiled, "Look at the big screen, please."

A photo of Feng Hao stroking Ling Lang's cheek was immediately displayed on the screen. From the distance and angle, it looked like a candid shot.

There was an uproar at the scene.

The manager secretly observed Ling Lang's reaction, but there was no expression on his face.

"If those are all rumors, how can I explain this photo?" the host asked aggressively.

The cast and crew participating in the show looked at each other in blank dismay.

One person asked, "Did you send this photo?"

You said: "It's not me or me, it must be him!"

He said: "It's not me! I know, it must be who!"

Then who said: "My phone doesn't have such high pixels at all!"

Everyone looked at the director in unison.

The director took out his phone with an innocent face, "I'm wronged, I wasn't in that direction at all, my angle is much clearer than his, don't believe me, look at it!"

The camera took a big close-up of the photo on the director's phone.

The manager shook his head dumbfounded, "The ratings of this show must be off the charts."

Ling Lang picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, and the room was suddenly quiet and uncomfortable.

"That..." the manager hesitated to speak.

"I have a sense of propriety," Ling Lang replied to him succinctly.

The manager didn't know what to say. What Feng Hao said at the door of Ling Lang's house that day was right. On the surface, he was Ling Lang's manager, but in essence he was a spy hired by others, but it had been several months. Before that, he just continued the habit of so many years.

But what the assistant said was right, the ban had already been lifted, and Ling Lang also saw that his 33rd birthday was approaching, so he couldn't keep looking at it like this.

Ling Lang asked the manager who was still struggling alone, "What's the matter with you?"

Only then did the agent remember the purpose of his trip, and quickly handed him the new script.

"This subject..." Ling Lang frowned when he saw it.

"Prison movies are quite rare," the agent wiped his sweat, and later he omitted a lot of content. For example, the prison in the movie is set on an isolated island, and all the heinous prisoners are imprisoned inside. There is no shortage of bloody, violent, and even scenes of men and women. This is the first time he has brought such a notebook to Ling Lang.

Ling Lang was still carefully flipping through the script, "Which role should I play?"

The broker gave a name.

"Is the person who will play opposite me settled?"

"Well," the manager answered with great difficulty, "It is said that nine out of ten it will be Feng Hao."

Ling Lang's hand that was flipping through the script stopped, as if there was a sign of rejection.

The manager hesitated, "There is one more thing..."

Ling Lang waited silently for his next words.

"This play was invested by Mr. Mo."

Ling Lang closed the script with his hand, "I'll take it."