Waiting Upon You

Ling Lang's answer seemed to have been expected by the manager, he was not surprised, but nodded.

"Can I see him this time?"

The manager stood on the ground with a face of embarrassment.

"Is it really that difficult to meet him?"

The manager smiled carefully, "You know, no one in this world has seen Mr. Mo."

"I see," Ling Lang changed the subject, "How about the thing I asked you to do last time?"

"What's the matter?" The manager pretended to be stupid.

Ling Lang didn't speak, and the two of them were exhausted like this. In the end, the manager couldn't hold on anymore.

"Oh, you're talking about accepting an advertisement," the agent looked at the sky, "There's no news yet."

"It's been half a year and you haven't received a single advertisement?" Ling Lang sneered, "What a failure I am as an actor."

"Hey, how can you think that way?" the manager hurriedly comforted him, "It's not that you can't get it, it's that no one can afford it. When everyone heard about the endorsement fee, they were all scared away."

"Then lower the price."

"How can that be done!" The agent resolutely objected, "This is not just about advertising fees, it involves your worth!"

Ling Lang was silent, and his manager slowly explained him, "Look, since you debuted, you haven't accepted a single commercial in ten years..."

"So why don't you try it now?"

"Shooting commercials has no artistic value, it's tiring and boring, and you have to look at the manufacturers. It's really not suitable for you to do."

Seeing that Ling Lang remained silent, the manager had no choice but to use all his strength to move him with emotion and reason, "Now you don't have to worry about food and clothing, and the salary is so high that you can't run out..."

Ling Lang interrupted him, "You are probably the only manager in the world who tries every means to prevent his artists from accepting advertisements."

The manager smiled awkwardly.

"Actually, your salary has not been paid from my income."

"This one……"

Ling Lang's eyes were sharp, and the agent couldn't dodge it. The two stalemate for a long time, and the agent had no choice but to admit, "You're right, that's what you guessed. My previous employer was Mr. Mo, just like you. It's a pretense, but..."

He circled the room, "Over the years, do you know how much I have paid to maintain your high-ranking image? How many interviews I pushed for you, how many reporters I blocked, no matter what event, you don't want to go If you just say it, you don’t have to go, and you can offend whoever you want in the circle, and the manufacturers who have come to you for endorsement in the past ten years have been rejected by me, and if you connect them, you can circle the world five times!”

He waved his hands excitedly, "I have worked so hard to shape you into this image, and now you actually tell me that you want to accept commercials?"

The manager sat down on the sofa next to Ling Lang, "Back then, Mr. Mo appointed me to follow you, just to let you do whatever you want in this circle, without selling yourself, laughing, advertising, or anything!"

"Now, although Mr. Mo no longer pays your living expenses, your savings and income are enough for your expenses. There is no need to go out and do that kind of rough work."

"Listen to me, just keep maintaining your original image, and I'll arrange the rest, OK?" The agent lowered his voice a little, "What's more, even if you go out to shoot commercials now, Mr. Mo won't come Stop you, you still can't see him."

Ling Lang closed his eyes and fell back, "Then are you still employed by him?"

"No," the agent shook his head, "When Mr. Mo's contract with you expired, he officially terminated the contract with me."

"You never saw him once?"

"No, we've been in touch every time by phone."

The room was quiet for a long time before Ling Lang's voice sounded.

"I just want to thank him in person, can't that even work?"

There was no answer, only a heavy sigh from the manager, which completely cut off his thoughts.

The assistant sat in the car and ate potato chips, waiting for the manager to come out of Ling Lang's house.

Except for the manager, no one has ever entered Ling Lang's house, not even her personal assistant.

The assistant read a magazine, ate two packs of potato chips, and was opening the third pack when the manager opened the driver's door and got into the car.

"Why is it so long today?"

The manager muttered, "Two great gods, neither one is easy to serve."

"Two?" The assistant was still chewing potato chips, "Which two?"

The agent who was about to start the car remembered something, let go of the gear and turned sideways, "Did you leak the photo on the set?"

The assistant moved his gaze out of the car window, "Oh, the weather is so nice today."

Ling Lang strolled to the room on the other side of the living room. This room was empty, except for a single hanging LCD screen hanging on the wall, and a vase with two sunflowers in it.

He walked to the center of the room and knelt down. Over the past ten years, this action has become a habit, like a fixed ritual.

He knew that when he was kneeling here, Mr. Mo would clearly see his every move on the TV, while the other party's camera was always pointed at the sunflower on the desk, and even the voice was processed by a voice changer.The manager is right, no one in this world knows the truth about Mr. Mo.

Everyone in this circle knows Mr. Mo, and everyone wants to meet him. A word from Mr. Mo is more useful than many unspoken rules.How many people can't even touch the shadow of Mr. Mo, and Ling Lang is very lucky to have a video connection with Mr. Mo once a week.

But that was half a year ago.

"Mr. Mo."

There will be no response, but the voice of the other party has already taken root in his heart.

--You came.

"I took your film."

--very good.

"But I'm scared..."

——What are you afraid of?

"I'm afraid of that person."

——You are not afraid of that person, you are afraid of the desire in your heart.

——Our agreement is past, and you are free now.

A moment of silence.

"Can I use something like that?"

—Of course, that's your freedom too.

Ling Lang came to the bedroom, opened the safe next to the bed, and took out the locked safe. After opening it, there were nine boxes of the same size placed side by side. Ling Lang took out one of them casually.

When he received the package with Mr. Mo's name on it from the courier, it contained one of them.

After that, Mr. Mo would give him one every year. For nine consecutive years, the style was different every year, except for the last year.That year, Ling Lang received freedom.

--what do you mean?

He heard Mr. Mo's voice on the phone for the first time that day - through a voice changer.

——I want to keep you for ten years.

--Do not make jokes!

——Don't worry, I won't touch you, and I won't allow others to touch you. I will protect you, and no one can force you.

——I will help you remove all obstacles on the road, let you focus on what you want to do, and help you reach the pinnacle of your career.

——What is your condition?And why did you send me this?

——The thing I give you is not for you to wear it, but for you to remember who you are.

——It locks not your body, but your heart.In the past ten years, I want you to guard your body like a jade for me, and you can't even have others in your heart.

——This is my condition, can you do it?

Scenes of the past reappeared in Ling Lang's mind. When the memory was over, the objects in his hands had been wiped several times with alcohol.

Mr. Mo's gift to Ling Lang, he has never used it once.

They had locked his heart for ten years, and now they were finally about to play their original function.

"Senior, come and sit here," Feng Hao happily pointed to the vacant seat beside him. This time, the filming location was on an island in the Pacific Ocean, and the crew had chartered the entire plane to go there.

Ling Lang didn't refuse this time, put away his luggage, and sat down next to Feng Hao graciously.

"It's time to ask for more advice."

"each other."

Feng Hao posted, "Have you read the script, senior? This drama is tailor-made for seniors."

Ling Lang's expression was calm, "I said before, I won't be caught by you again."

Feng Hao's attitude was particularly sincere, "Then I wish the senior success in overcoming my instinct," he lowered his voice, "I'm looking forward to spending time with the senior in prison."

boom--

Ling Lang was pushed heavily on the iron bars, and there was a loud noise. The prison guards not far away just pretended not to hear it. In this darkest prison in the world, any violence is tacitly tolerated, even if it killed someone. It should also be that there is one less scourge in the world.

The two inmates pulled Ling Lang back, punched and kicked again, until they felt that it was almost done, then picked Ling Lang up from the ground, escorted him to kneel in front of Feng Hao.

I don't know if it's because he played two villainous roles in a row. The screen image of Feng Hao with a sunny face is a bit stereotyped, and this time he took on the role of a prison bully.

The make-up artist specially made Feng Hao look like a middle-aged man, and added some small fine lines around his eyes. Ling Lang thought it was unnecessary. Feng Hao's performance always makes people ignore his age.

Thinking of this, Ling Lang remembered the theory of facial makeup that he put forward back then, and he who used to insist on his own opinion, but when he saw Feng Hao for the first time, he also had a prejudice against his image.

"New here, let you know the rules here, kowtow three times to the boss, lick the boss's shoes clean, you will be your own from now on, if something happens, the boss will protect you, otherwise..." The inmate laughed wickedly.

Ling Lang's head was pinned down by two people, he could only look up at Feng Hao desperately, Feng Hao sat there without saying a word, with a cold expression, looking at him like looking at a mustard ant, Ling Lang's heart moved, and his lower body passed out. Come bursts of pain.

The cellmate pushed Ling Lang's head lower and lower, almost touching Feng Hao's shoe, Ling Lang's heart sank, and he shouted, "Let go of me, I have something to say!"

The inmates looked at Feng Hao, Feng Hao raised his jaw, and the two men relaxed a little.

Ling Lang raised his head and looked straight at Feng Hao without fear, "You let me go, I have value."

The two inmates laughed out loud upon hearing this, and even the corners of Feng Hao's mouth curled into an indistinct arc.

"Tell me, what is your use value?" Feng Hao asked unhurriedly.

Ling Lang's tone was extremely firm, "I can take you out."

"WELLDONE!" Director Yang was very satisfied with the performance of the two.

Feng Hao helped Ling Lang up, and whispered in his ear, "Senior did well today."

Ling Lang pretended not to understand what he was saying, and went straight back to the dressing room to get things. The conditions on the island were not as good as those on the mainland, and the rooms were limited. Even the big-name Ling Lang could only share the same lounge with Feng Hao.

When he came out in the morning, Ling Lang was worried that the cleaning staff would mess with his things, so he took the key out and kept it safely on his dressing table. Now he wanted to take the key away before others returned, but when he When I returned to the lounge, the box where the key was originally stored was empty.

Ling Lang broke out in a cold sweat, turned the dressing table upside down, but couldn't find the key.

The keys are missing!how so?Ling Lang's limbs felt cold, and he felt unprecedented panic.

"Senior, what are you looking for? Is it this?" Feng Hao quietly appeared behind him.

Ling Lang turned around quickly, and saw Feng Hao pinching the thing he was looking for with two fingers, he reached out to grab it, unexpectedly Feng Hao moved faster than him, retracted his hand, and held the key in his hand.

"Give it to me!" Ling Lang lost his former composure.

"Ah," Feng Hao refused, "I've said it before, if I catch the senior again, I won't just let it go."

"It's just a key."

"Just asking for the key? Why is the senior so excited?"

"That key is very important to me," Ling Lang desperately controlled his emotions.

"Really? How important is it?" Feng Hao spread his palms, "What a unique key, I'm also curious, is it 3000 or 6000 that the senior can wear?"

Ling Lang's face turned pale for a moment.

Feng Hao brought the key to his lips, kissed it lightly, and opened his eyes in another gesture, "Want to take it back? Come to my room tonight."