MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Mass of Act 4

At the moment when he turned around, Ling Lang had the illusion that Feng Hao and the characters in the movie overlap, and the kind of aggressive oppression permeated in the air was even more than when filming.

This feeling lasted only a blink of an eye and disappeared, and Ling Lang almost thought that he had read it wrong.

Feng Hao resumed his grinning look again and again, "I said that I was a fan of seniors, see, I didn't lie to you."

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

"How did you get this picture?"

Feng Hao looked up to see a huge picture of Ling Lang on the wall, "Because I took this picture."

"what?"

"On the day of the show, I was in charge of photography with a fellow of my community, but he was temporarily in trouble and could n’t go, so please let me go for him," Feng Hao bypassed Ling Lang and walked to the photo. Brother, I wouldn't know you without him. "

Ling Lang's eyes sank. "At that time, there were many stills. Why did I choose this one?"

"Because this one is the best shot," Feng Hao raised his hand, rubbing his fingertips along the edge of the rope on Linglang's body, slowly rubbing the photo, "Don't you think it? Your expression at the end of life is the most vivid, No matter how many times you look at it, it's so fascinating ... "

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

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

Feng Hao turned, "I'll send you."

Feng Hao drove Ling Lang to his residence, "Can you take the liberty to learn your personal phone?"

The two have collaborated on a movie, and one has just watched the video at the other's house, which is not a logical requirement.

"Sorry," Ling Lang refused decisively. "My number is rarely given to others. If you have any questions, you can contact my agent."

"That's it," Feng Hao wasn't bothered at all. "Well, good night, senior."

"Goodbye."

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

"Come out."

Slowly walking out of the corner was a man who was Ling Lang's agent.

Feng Hao saw him and immediately put on a polite smile. "It was you, sorry, I thought it was a paparazzi."

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

"Really?" Feng Hao smiled happily. "It seems I'm luckier than paparazzi."

The agent looked at him inexplicably with a bit of precaution, "I have been with Ling Lang for so long. I have never seen him go to someone else's house, nor have anyone ever seen him before him."

"I should be particularly honored to say that?"

"It may be rude to say this, but Ling Lang's image in front of the public is very self-contained and has never spread a scandal. Regardless of the opposite **** or the same sex, I don't want any speculation in the media, do you understand what I mean?" Broker People are right.

Feng Hao couldn't help but smile. He walked to the agent and put his right hand on the other's shoulder. "It's understandable that the agent doesn't want the artist to pass on the gossip, but if the artist's normal communication has to intervene, it would be a bit beyond the border.

The broker frowned.

Feng Hao put his hand back in his pants pocket. "I'm curious. Is your relationship with the senior really so simple as an agent and an artist? You look more like his ... guardian than an agent?"

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

He watched the other's reaction with interest, "watchman?"

The agent frowned, and he suddenly realized that the person in front of him didn't seem so harmless as he appeared on the surface, did he have ulterior motives to approach Ling Lang's purpose?

The two of them were still facing each other surgingly, and Ling Lang had already fallen down on the bed with his jacket closed, and there was a picture frame on the nightstand not far away. The picture frame was a photo of all the crew of "The Eternal Life".

Ling Lang stared at the photo for a while, got up and disassembled the photo frame, and another photo sandwiched between the photo and the pad fell off. That photo was nothing else, it was the one hanging in Feng Feng's house.

Picking up the photos that fell on the bed, Ling Lang's thoughts also drifted back to the green campus era.

"What? Are you going to act as a man?" The director of the play, who was also Ling Lang's friend, asked inexplicably.

"The Eternal Life of the Brave" is a drama about the anti-Japanese theme. It tells the life of an underground party who fought against the invaders. On the eve of the surrender of the Japanese army, his identity was unfortunately exposed, playing the triumphant victory of the Anti-Japanese War with blood.

"I think I can manage this role."

"I'm not disbelieving in your ability, but ..." A good friend gestured for a long time, "You see, as long as this tough guy appears in all film and television works, which is not burly, angular, eyebrows, You look right? Look at you, what do you agree with? "

Ling Lang couldn't agree. "Indeed, everyone has a fixed Facebook position, 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, and even Let the audience think that such a face is a good person, such a face is a bad person, even if it subverts the previous perception. "

His friend was persuaded by him, and he made a bold attempt to let Ling Lang play the male number one, but he achieved an unexpected success. The drama caused a great response within the school, and Ling Lang was therefore approached by the scout. Formally entered the showbiz circle.

When Ling Lang was a child, every time a war movie or TV drama appeared on the TV, when the captive was **** by the enemy, he would watch it with special concentration and even substitute himself. When playing a public security catching spy game with a partner, everyone else rushed to be a public security, only he took the initiative to ask to be a spy.

Slowly, he found that his excitement was completely different from that of his peers. Publications printed with large-scale photos of beautiful women could not attract his interest. Instead, he was excited by the shots of torture.

Every one of his adolescent dreams was related to coercion. At that time, the Internet was not as developed as it is now. All his climaxes came from fantasy.

Over time, he began to be dissatisfied with this fantasy, taking the first step in the way he could think of-going to the film school and becoming an actor.

"Long Life" is not just a drama for Ling Lang, but his dream turns into reality for the first time.

On the day of the release, it was his indelible memory. The classmates responsible for props tied him too tight because of the tension. He watched with thousands of people in the auditorium and raised his chest to the execution ground, and at the same time reached a high spirit | tide.

Memories of more than ten years ago came to my mind, Ling Lang unconsciously reached out to outline the knots in the photo. The action unconsciously coincided with the line Feng Hao touched. After realizing his behavior, his hand Retract like an electric shock.

The familiar feeling swept across his body again. He wanted to get rid of it, but he was powerless. He could only allow himself to sink into the sea of ​​desire, but this time, the face of Feng Hao constantly flashed in front of his eyes, waving Don't go.

"Ling Lang, Ling Lang? What are you talking about? It's your turn."

Ling Lang awakened from the siege of love | "What field?"

"Of course it was on the execution ground," a voice sounded against his back.

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

A chuckle replaced the answer.

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

This scene is so familiar, Ling Lang remembered hard, and finally remembered that today is the day when the drama is released, but what is this strange feeling?

But let him not think too much, Ling Lang found another fact that scared him, "What about my costume?"

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

"Well dressed, do you like it?"

not like this! Ling Lang was crying, but he couldn't spit out half a syllable.

"Come on, it's time for your performance," the voice seemed magical, Ling Lang found that he couldn't control his body, and walked towards the stage step by step.

"No ... you can ..." One more step will be exposed in front of the audience, Ling Lang struggled with all his strength and resisted hard.

"Why not?" The curtain was opened. "Look, everyone is looking forward to you. Don't let your audience wait."

Ling Lang struggled and shook his head. Immediately, two actors wearing Japanese military uniforms pushed hard and pushed him to the stage. The densely raised faces below the stage seemed to be shrouded in clouds.

Ling Lang suddenly started struggling violently, "Let me go and let me go!"

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," one hand rested on his forehead. Ling Lang suddenly stopped as if he had been clicked, and then the whole person slowly relaxed.

"Isn't this what you want," the hand touched along the bridge of his nose and lips, shivering as if he was going everywhere, "here, here, is there a reaction so quickly, isn't it?"

Ling Lang closed his eyes, feeling that the hand walking on his body changed from one to two, followed by three or four, until the number was unclear, and every inch of the part could not escape their touch, and he had to lean back At the beginning, the big mouth was absorbing oxygen, and the heart seemed to beating in front of his eyes.

"Open your eyes," the voice ordered again. "Remember the role of an actor. In any case, present the best side to the audience."

Ling Lang opened his eyes, the smoke from the stage dispersed, and the audience's faces gradually became clear. Each face was expressionless and each face looked exactly the same.

A strong flash, followed by another, gradually flashed into a flash. After Ling Lang got the film actor in the first year, the media gave him such a courtesy.

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

The photographer ’s voice seemed to be offstage and slowly sounding in his ears. "Do n’t you think it? The expression at the end of your life is the most vivid, no matter how many times you look at it, it is so fascinating ..."

The sound was like a person whispering, and suddenly it was like a group of people harmonizing. From the center of the stage, it spread to every corner of the theater, and reflected back to form a never ending echo. "Come, it is time to speak lines. Now. "

Ling Lang heard himself hoarsely talking.

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

"You will die someday sooner or later ... and I, today, here, will get ... eternal life."

boom--

Ling Lang was awakened by the sound of gunfire, and she was already frightened with cold sweat, and then she reached down and touched it, but it was sticky there.

He calmed down for a long time before dragging his sore legs to the bathroom aftermath.

The warm water ran down and washed his body clean. It seemed that he had washed away all the secrets, and came out of the bathroom, and he was restored to that noble and glorious iceberg actor.

He knelt down in a routine position and began his morning prayer.

"Sorry, I didn't come yesterday."

--where did you go?

"Going to ... a co-operated actor's house."

-How long have you never been to someone else's house?

"I do not remember."

-That must be a very special person.

silence.

——What did you do then?

"Watch the drama, my work from college."

--Oh?

"When watching the video, I ..." Ling Lang clenched his fists. "I reacted, and I watched the premiere."

-Excited?

"……Yes."

-Talk about that person.

"He's enthusiastic, talented, and ... scares me."

——Because he made you have sexual impulses?

"Yes."

-More than once?

"Yes."

——So masturbating.

"Yes."

——Self-confidence | His face appeared in his mind.

"……Yes."

-Do you hate him?

"Do not."

——Do you like him?

silence.

——Go here today.

Ling Lang put his forehead on the ground, and worshipped religiously.

For a long time, he straightened up, and in front of him was the dark video conference screen. Not long ago, there were still sounds coming out of it, but now, only his own voice was echoing in the empty room.