MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Act 39

The filming officially entered the final stage, and Ling Lang became quieter and quieter. It seemed to be completely integrated with the characters in the play. Sometimes he didn't say a word for several days. Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were completely unaware. When he sits there quietly, you don't even feel the presence of this person.

The agent was anxious to rub his hands. Ling Lang in the play was because he didn't speak for a long time, and eventually suffered from aphasia. He didn't want the real Ling Lang to be fake.

He desperately sought nothing out of Ling Lang, took the snippets that appeared on the Internet into a book, and read to Lang Lang one by one, but the other party did not respond.

"Come, look at me and say, 'Ah-'" He tried to rehabilitate Ling Lang as the language rehab appeared on TV.

Ling Lang silently turned his head away, and couldn't bear to look directly at his mental retardation.

"You might as well try other words, such as," the assistant shrugged, "Dad?"

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

"It's all caused by this cheating script," the agent snatched up the script, and fell to the ground. "In the lower part of the play, I must ask him to take a chattering role, like an iron-toothed copper-toothed antelope or something," he A light bulb lighted up above his head, "Attorney, what do you think of acting as a lawyer? The lawyer has the most lines."

The assistant brought a thermos cooker. "Then you have to pray that Ling Lang will be able to speak until then."

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

The agent watched Ling Lang drink half of the soup. "What kind of soup do you drink for Ling Lang every day?"

"Gastrodia pig brain soup."

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

The assistant pushed the unnecessarily spectacles on the lower bridge of the nose and made a school of thought, "I have checked the information, if people do not speak for a long time, they will easily induce Alzheimer's disease. Eating Tianma pig brain soup can clear liver and brain, which can be effective Prevent this symptom. "

The corner of the agent's mouth twitched.

The assistant continued proudly, "I also added a lot of herbs for kidney and impotence."

Ling Lang stopped drinking suddenly.

The assistant was still complacently complimenting himself, "A bowl of soup, many curative effects, I am really a genius."

Ling Lang put down the soup without saying a word.

"The actor is in place!" The deputy director issued a preliminary notice.

Ling Lang walked to the window and allowed the setting sun to pull down a long shadow behind him, but this shadow was also under the shadow of the iron fence outside the window, as if laughing at Ling Lang could never escape its control.

"ACTION!" The director ordered the start.

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

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

Because of his thinness, his eyes were deeply sunken, and his eyes seemed particularly large. He stared at each other without blinking, and Feng Hao's expression froze for a moment, as if he had forgotten where he was and who he was in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Feng Hao sank his face when he realized that Ling Lang was still Ling Lang, but after dyeing his hair back.

Ling Lang walked to the table and lifted a pen to write a few large characters on the paper.

——Did I look more like him?

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

He didn't see that, after he left, Ling Lang's mouth evoked a slight mocking smile.

Days passed, Ling Lang stopped eating, Feng Hao tried to force him to eat, and even used strong irrigation, but he would vomit out after a while, and vomited darkly.

The doctor diagnosed him as having anorexia. He was forcibly fixed on the bed and maintained his life by injecting glucose. Now Ling Lang is no different from the dead except for one breath.

Feng Hao started all kinds of anger. Every day, people received punishment because of Ling Lang, and their subordinates became uneasy. The loyalty to Feng Hao gradually wavered. Some people who were not loyal even started to do some small actions behind Feng Hao . Feng Hao suffered from internal and external problems. He was anxious with various emergencies, and gradually had no time to take care of Ling Lang. The security of the villa was reduced to a minimum.

Finally, one day, Ling Lang escaped with his last strength while the bodyguards were slack, Feng Hao was rushed to receive the notice and intercepted the escaped Lang Lang outside the villa.

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

Ling Lang was in the middle of it, and Feng Hao approached the past step by step.

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

Ling Lang took a step back.

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

Ling Lang took a step back again, he was standing on the edge of the cliff, the gravel rolled down at his feet, and was instantly caught by the waves.

Feng Hao stood still, but Ling Lang didn't stop. He slowly turned around, facing the sea, the flowers had faded, and spring would never come again.

Feng Hao had an unknown hunch in his heart, "What do you want to do?"

Ling Lang turned his head little by little--

"CUT!"

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

"This expression just wasn't in place just now. It didn't show the character's mentality before death. Come again, ready to start action!"

Linglang stood on the edge of the cliff and took a deep breath, brewed for a moment, and slowly turned her head again. This time, everyone saw a strong hatred in his eyes. The person in front of him deprived him of everything-his body, his feelings, his brother, his pet, his freedom ... now, He was going to take his life again, he had no reason not to hate him, and he hated him so much.

The people present were deeply aware of the hatred in his heart, their emotions were infected by Ling Lang, and their expressions became dignified one after another. This is the feeling!

"CUT!" The director interrupted again.

"Mud shouldn't look at him with this look. Mud hates him, but Mu's feelings are hated by love. Even after he has done so many excessive things to Mu, Mu still loves it. He! Mud's love for him has only been suppressed, but it has not disappeared. At the last moment of life, Mud will release it and come again! "

Ling Lang looked back for the third time. This time, everyone saw the contradiction in his eyes. In the past entanglement between the two, it was unclear whether love had the top spot or hate was the top. Two kinds of intense emotion Tightly intertwined, no one can get rid of anyone.

This look made everyone deeply understand the conflicts in Ling Lang's heart. They flickered before and after every day and night, Ling Lang was tormented by ice and fire. He treats things like treasures away from him. Going away, the culprit responsible for all this is his favorite person.

Although there was no line, Ling Lang's heart's pain spread to every corner successfully. All the people present were moved and even his nose started to feel sore. .

"NONONO," the director was still dissatisfied. "Clay's expression was good, but Wo always felt a little worse."

"The mud expresses strong feelings, but this feeling is strong and narrow. What Wo hopes to get is a very open effect. Mud understands?"

"Is this director Japanese?" The assistant couldn't help but whisper in private. "I think Ling Lang's performance has been very good just now. I was almost moved to tears."

"That's why they are big directors, and you are just a little assistant," the agent retorted.

"In the last shot, the director wanted to be perfect and I can understand it, but Ling Lang also performed very well, and it was strong and wide. Isn't this difficult for strong men?"

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

Ling Lang looked at the sky, and the director was still helping him in the play. "Think about it, think about what he did to Mud, what kind of mood Mud treated him, and at last, how Mud wanted to say goodbye to him ? Mud hope he can remember Mud? Or forget Mud? Mud ... "

Feng Hao came over, "I think I can understand what the director meant."

The two looked at him at the same time, "I guess the director wanted to say, you love me, you hate me, you pour the strongest emotion on me, but that is over. You are going to die soon, and it will be hot again Emotions will come to naught. You cling to what you can't let go, and you can finally let go at the last moment. It's like walking to the narrowest lane in your life, one step forward, and the sky is wide. "

The director gave a high-five, "That's what it means!"

Ling Lang understood what he said and seemed to understand something.

The camera started again, and in full view, Ling Lang, standing on the edge of a cliff, slowly turned back. This would be his last glance in this world. The sea breeze rolled up his white horns, and his black hair was blown into a mess.

Ling Lang saw Feng Hao, a man he used to love, even now.

From saving him from the warehouse to taking him home, holding him tenderly, deceiving him, imprisoning him, destroying him ... all past and present memories come to mind, all good and bad memories are like a marquee. Walk across the field.

He sees his life, but calmly as if watching other people's stories.

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 reality, as if he would say goodbye to the other party in the next second.

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

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

When he had this idea, he cast a bit of hatred on Feng Hao's loving eyes.

I'm going to die now, but you haven't been to me yet.

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

The author has something to say: The cheat sheet of the crew's record:

Act 39 The lovers who jumped the cliff with the movie emperor are [Cat and Meow] [Xiao Qimo] [1126] [mini13899911] [Ai Ge], [11171281] The first time she tried to jump off the cliff, she jumped again The crew of the crew said that our security work was done very securely, please rest assured (liar, the rope is broken).

It's a contradiction to drop. Should I continue to drop the phone number or [Virgin's Night]? Let me think about it.