The makeup artist looked at Ling Lang's face carefully, and took a long time to come to a conclusion, "Ling Lang, have you been sleeping better than before? When you first went to the island, your eye circles were a little blue, but now you can't see it at all."
Ling Lang didn't turn his head, and out of the corner of his eye caught Feng Hao at the dressing table next door and smiled at him after hearing this.
Ling Lang closed his eyes and pretended not to see. He could feel the makeup artist holding a large paint brush around his eyes, "Isn't that bad?"
"No," the makeup artist deliberately sternly said, "You are a serious criminal who has been imprisoned. The environment is poor, the pressure is high, and the mind is heavy. How can you sit back and relax? It was just right for you to have dark circles under your eyes, but now I have to draw you a picture. superior."
Except for Ling Lang and the manager, everyone in the house was happy. The manager looked at Feng Hao uncomfortably. Last night, he risked his life to call the extension in Ling Lang's room, but no one answered. As for where they went, Obviously it goes without saying.
The time span between today’s scene and the previous ones is very big. Ling Lang and Feng Hao have been together for a long time in prison. For the common goal of escape from prison, they have worked together to overcome many difficulties, and they have faced each other in adversity. There are also mixed emotions.
Ling Lang was used to reviewing the script before filming, trying to unite himself with the characters, but he was never able to get into this state today.
Feng Hao came over, "Why are you frowning all the time?"
Ling Lang pointed somewhere in the script, "It always gets stuck once I get here."
Feng Hao leaned over to look, "Sure enough, senior thinks the same way? I think this is..."
Before he could finish speaking, someone came over and asked them to prepare. This scene was the climax of the whole film. The battle line was very long. Several people had to escape from the tunnel to the seaside. The booms and tracks were laid along the way. They all look eagerly waiting.
"Prepare—" The assistant director's voice came through the loudspeaker, "Three, two, one—"
The director's voice immediately resounded throughout the audience, "ACTION!"
Hearing the order, Ling Lang and Feng Hao started to run desperately, followed by two cellmates. Their escape was revealed at the last moment. Ling Lang hurriedly blew up the tunnel and delayed the time for the prison guards to chase after them. However, the guards in charge of the periphery quickly received the news and launched a chase and interception for the four prisoners who were trying to escape.
Gunshots quickly rang out, and the only weapon in the hands of the four was the pistol that Feng Hao took from the prison guard. Soon, a cellmate was shot and fell. Ling Lang couldn't help but look back, and there was a moment of hesitation under his feet.
"Leave him alone! Hurry up!" Feng Hao, who was running in front, seemed to have guessed Ling Lang's thoughts and shouted at him.
Ling Lang gritted his teeth, followed Feng Hao and continued to protrude outwards. Another cellmate was shot in the chest. He ran two steps and stopped. He was shot two more times in the body, looking at the freedom so close at hand and hated. Down.
This time Ling Lang's footsteps did not stop, but a sad expression appeared on his face. The character he plays is wise, tenacious, and kind. Even if he is cruel to those who have hurt him, Feng Hao has publicly pointed out that this is his biggest weakness. Sooner or later, he will die on this weakness.
"Don't move!" A prison guard with a gun suddenly jumped out in front of him, Feng Hao raised his hand without even thinking about it, and shot him right between the eyebrows.
"Those who shouted not to move before shooting were idiots," Feng Hao just finished speaking, when he heard a gunshot nearby, Ling Lang stumbled and threw himself on top of him.
Feng Hao turned around and hugged him, then found the ambush behind him and fired three shots to send him to the west.
"How is it?" Feng Hao supported his shoulders, Ling Lang bit his lower lip and shook his head, saying that it was all right.
Feng Hao lowered his head and found that the shot just now hit Ling Lang's left leg.
"Damn," Feng Hao cursed in a low voice.
"It's the front," Ling Lang pointed to the front, Feng Hao turned around and saw the last blockade on their escape route, a barbed wire fence more than three meters high. This iron grid is located at the outermost periphery of the prison and is the earliest protective equipment on the island. Since the construction of the grid, it is almost equivalent to obsolete.
Seeing this, Feng Hao's eyes lit up, and he immediately ran towards the iron net. Ling Lang stumbled and followed behind him despite the severe pain. Feng Hao climbed onto the iron net in two strokes, and when Ling Lang raised his leg, he realized that his left leg was no longer able to exert any strength.
"Stop! Don't run!" More and more prison guards were chasing after him, Feng Hao turned his head angrily, is it really going to fall short this time
Ling Lang suddenly raised his head, "You go!"
Feng Hao's expression was stunned, and he continued without thinking, "Give me your hand!"
"I'll let you go first!"
"I said give me your hand!"
Feng Hao's roar was earth-shattering, and for a while the wind was still and the clouds stopped, only Feng Hao's unshakable gaze and the hand reaching out to him were left in Ling Lang's line of sight.
"CUT—" the director's voice echoed over the island.
Feng Hao immediately jumped off the iron net, hugged Ling Lang's head, and patted his back, "It's alright, it's alright."
Ling Lang put his head on Feng Hao's chest weakly, his shoulders undulating obviously.
The director clapped his hand and called a few screenwriters and translators to discuss the plot in a circle. The others on the scene were already dumbfounded.
Under Feng Hao's comfort, Ling Lang's mood gradually calmed down.
"Why did you think of saying that?" Feng Hao asked as he lifted his head.
Ling Lang shook his head, "I don't know, it seems that the lines are in the mouth, and they blurt out at once."
"Maybe what you want to express is what the character really thinks."
The results of the discussion between the director and others came out. This reservation will be shot again according to the original script, and the decision will be made later.
Feng Hao jumped on the barbed wire again, just two more steps up and he could regain his freedom. For a person sentenced to life imprisonment, nothing is more important than freedom.
Ling Lang grabbed his ankle, "Take me away!"
The prison guards got closer and closer, half of Ling Lang's pants were stained red with blood, and he couldn't walk anymore.
Feng Hao frowned, and immediately wanted to shake off the opponent's hand.
"Take me away!" Ling Lang affirmed and said again, "Only I can take you away!"
Feng Hao's movements stopped, Ling Lang gritted his teeth, "The boat I said earlier is a pretense. As long as you drive out 200 meters, it will explode. That is to attract the attention of the prison guards."
Feng Hao's face sank, and Ling Lang couldn't care more about it at this time, "Only I know where the real ship is. Take me with you and let's go together."
Feng Hao cursed, and decisively extended his hand to him, "Give it to me!"
"I said give me the hand!" The assistant shouted at the manager imitating Feng Hao's lines.
"You're crazy," the agent slapped away, "you've been calling all the way since just now, aren't you tired?"
"Don't you think this episode is unusual? I'm in the play watching it next to me."
"I'm tired of being overwhelmed by you repeating a scene that is so emotional."
The assistant ignored him and ran up to Feng Hao again, "How is it? Does Ling Lang like to improvise?"
"Do you all call the senior's name in private?"
The assistant was very surprised that he asked this question, "No, we also called him by his name in person, Ling Lang didn't like to be called teacher by others, no one dared to call him by a nickname, and he didn't have an English name. Over time, everyone became accustomed to calling him his real name. "
"However," the assistant leaned over and covered half of his mouth with his palm, "Tell you secretly, we all call him Lingying Emperor Ling Bingshan Ling Dabao in private, you must never tell him."
Feng Hao held back his smile, "Is it that exaggerated?"
"It's okay," the assistant thought for a while, "at least he's the same on the outside, it's better than the kind of star who spoils the assistant in private in front of outsiders."
The assistant followed everyone back to the lounge, and when he saw the lunch on the table, he jumped up happily.
"Ah! Fresh baby tomatoes, fresh vegetable leaves! I almost forgot what they looked like!"
The broker picked up a small tomato and threw it into his mouth, and said wholeheartedly, "How can there be such a high-end product?"
The assistant quickly grabbed the whole plate, "Ah! That's mine!"
The logistics staff who came to deliver the meal laughed, "Feng Hao asked someone to bring it by air early in the morning, and we all followed suit."
Feng Hao, who was originally popular in the crew, became a little taller in an instant, and the assistant went up and patted him on the shoulder, "Wow, Young Master Feng really has a prominent family background. ."
The agent plugged her mouth with a vegetable leaf, "Shut up, Ye Shi's closed down, what do you eat."
"Of course I'm going with Young Master Feng, hurry up and incite Ling Lang to change jobs, we'll all follow," the assistant said inarticulately while chewing on the lettuce.
"But which agency does Feng Hao belong to?" Ling Lang's makeup artist suddenly interjected.
This question stumped a whole room of people for a while, and everyone stared at it, but no one could answer it.
Everyone's eyes focused on Feng Hao's manager, who was burying his head in the corner, and suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention. The young manager was so frightened that he swallowed everything in his mouth.
"This, this... In fact, Feng Hao... he is still a free man... "
"Are you a free man?" In another corner of the room, Ling Lang was also surprised by this result.
"Senior, is it weird?" Feng Hao asked as he lowered his head and picked up the tomatoes from his lunch box.
"Why don't you sign?"
"I haven't met the right one. What about you, senior, are you still happy in Ye's family?"
Ling Lang signed a contract with a brokerage company before graduating, but after an accident, the contract was terminated within a year. Mr. Mo helped him pay the liquidated damages, and then introduced him to Ye's Entertainment and signed a false contract.
On the surface, he is an artist under the Ye family. In fact, his expenses and salary are paid by Mr. Mo. He does not accept any advertisements or endorsements. Even Mr. Mo is paid a symbolic amount. Of course, these are only his manager. and several senior executives of the company know.
"It's okay," Ling Lang said vaguely.
"Have you considered quitting?"
"My liquidated damages are very high."
"I'll pay the penalty."
Ling Lang looked up at him, "Where do you want me to jump?"
"Jump to my company."
"Do you have a brokerage firm?"
"No," Feng Hao blinked, "but if the senior wants to come, I will let it have."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then I'll go to the Ye family and be with you."
Ling Lang lowered his head and looked at his full lunch box, "You don't like tomatoes?"
Feng Hao pursed his lips, "You can understand that."
"Then why do you have to travel all the way to bring them here?"
Feng Hao answered irrelevantly, "Senior didn't eat much a few days ago."
"Since you're here for me, why didn't you tell me?"
Feng Hao smiled, "What I have done for the senior knows much more than the senior, but I am not good to you to let you know."