When the agent arrived at the company in the morning, he was frightened by the protesting crowd at the door. He used his skills against reporters to try his best to break through the siege, and finally squeezed into the door of the company.
"What's going on outside?" As soon as he entered the office, he saw his assistant sitting leisurely in his seat eating snacks, "Why are there so many people?"
"Of course I came to demonstrate."
"What are you protesting?" He squeezed in just now, but he didn't even see what banners the people outside were holding.
"Of course against your two precious sons..."
The agent glared at her.
"...the bed scenes of your two precious entertainers," she compared her hands to her neck, "CUT."
"This has something to do with us? If you want to protest, you should go to the General Administration. No matter how bad it is, you should go to the film company. What's the use of protesting with the agency?" The agent was puzzled.
"Watch for yourself," the assistant picked up the remote control and pressed it on the TV. Immediately, a reporter appeared on the screen with a microphone.
"What you are seeing now is the live report from the main entrance of Ye's Entertainment. Since 8:00 this morning, a large number of fans have spontaneously gathered here to protest against the movie "" starring the company's artists Ling Lang and Feng Hao. "Prison Breakback Ocean" has too many deletions, resulting in a serious lack of plot, and I will interview fans who participated in the demonstration below."
The reporter stopped a fan holding a Feng Lang sign, "Excuse me, why are you launching this protest?"
Fans spoke in cadence and eloquence, "I think everyone has seen that the actual broadcast content of this movie is completely inconsistent with the previous publicity. At the press conference, the director once clearly stated that this is a film with no ethics and no lower limit. , An ethical film with three views and shame, but after we were attracted by this propaganda and bought tickets to watch the film, what we saw was a literary film with coexistence of nobility and sentiment, justice and morality. It seriously constitutes consumer fraud and is false propaganda!"
"But it should be an order from the General Administration to cut out excessive exposure shots. As a Chinese, you should have been accustomed to this long ago, why are you so excited?"
"The premise of the deletion is that it does not affect the plot of the film itself, but it is obvious that the film has been cut to pieces, and the plot can't be connected at all, why is it still on the island one second ago, and two people came back after a crab crawled over it. At sea? Two people fought to the death before, why did it become a relationship of life and death in a blink of an eye? There is absolutely no explanation in these supposed drama films. Since we bought tickets, we have the right to know the complete plot! "
"But as far as I know, the post-editing of the film is the work of the producer and has nothing to do with the agency..."
The interviewer interrupted her, "First, this movie was shot and produced by an overseas company. We have no way to go abroad to protest collectively. If we have the opportunity to go abroad, we can just watch the uncensored version. Who would protest? Second," she conjured a dozen documents from her arms, obviously coming prepared, "there is enough evidence to show that the largest shareholder of the film company is also one of Ye's Entertainment's shareholders, and these two are basically a team. of!"
The fans raised their fists indignantly, "The most extreme thing is not that the producers cut the plot without authorization, but after cutting the plot, they have to put in the subtitles 'Here crab for 3 minutes and 28 seconds, please go to heaven and earth to find it. 'We are also paying money to buy V... Ah bah, if you buy a ticket to watch a movie, you will show us this when you take off your pants? We express our solemn protest and will not tolerate it!"
"We are the same shareholder as the film company?" This is the first time the agent has heard of such a thing.
"You don't know?" The assistant was even more surprised than he was, "I thought it was for this reason that you asked Ling Lang to take over their company's drama."
"I asked Ling Lang to pick it up because..." The agent waved his hand, "Forget it.
He took the snack bag from the assistant's hand, "Don't eat it, don't eat it, work."
"It's finally time to start work? Ling Lang picked up a new book?"
"He hasn't seen it yet, but this time he doesn't have a choice," the agent threw the script into her arms, and the assistant called out after seeing it, "No way, "Prison Breakback Ocean II"?"
Ling Lang refused without hesitation after seeing the title of the play, "I don't accept screenwriter's book."
"Don't worry, the screenwriter doesn't have the last name Yi this time." The agent refused to sit at Feng Hao's house for fear of getting his butt dirty on the sofa. Fortunately, Feng Hao was not here, otherwise the two would definitely face each other again.
"Change screenwriter?"
"right."
Ling Lang just opened the script and read two pages, and suddenly remembered, "I don't accept films directed by foreigners either."
The agent was helpless, "I have already inquired about it, and the director this time is properly Chinese."
While he was reading the book, the agent explained the ins and outs to him, "The first film was a big hit at the box office, and there was a lot of suspense in the plot. The company's intention was to launch the second film while the iron was hot, and strive to make it into a series. piece."
Ling Lang flipped back and forth, "According to this script, there will be more content that will be cut out."
"Yes," said the agent angrily, "As long as there is a chance that you can refuse, I will not continue to let you and Feng Hao play this kind of base film."
Ling Lang sensed his subtext, "What do you mean?"
"There is such a clause in the first contract. If you make a series in the future, the producer has the priority to renew the contract. If you don't accept it, it is a breach of contract."
Ling Lang pondered for a moment, "What about Feng Hao?"
"Then why don't you ask?" The agent said angrily, "He must be eager to do this, I doubt that he came up with this idea, if you only take movies, I think he would like to make it into a TV series, or It's like a Korean drama."
"I see," Ling Lang closed the script, "Let's just leave the script here, when will I join the group?"
"next week."
Ling Lang was taken aback, "So fast?"
"There's no way, the producers are in a hurry, but fortunately we don't have to go to the island to shoot this time."
This time the filming location is not only not on the island, but at the door of the house, which can be reached in less than half an hour by car.
When Ling Lang came to the crew, he was greeted with very familiar faces, a familiar director, a familiar screenwriter, a familiar production manager, and a familiar cameraman.
"What's going on here," Ling Lang turned back and asked the agent behind him, "Didn't you say that the director is Chinese, and the screenwriter is not named Yi?"
"This..." The agent was also confused, "The news I got is indeed like this..."
"He's right," Director Yang interjected, "This time Wo is not a director, Wo is a screenwriter, and Wo is indeed not Yi."
Ling Lang turned his head quickly, and the screenwriter raised his hand shyly, "I'm sorry, this time I'm the director, born and raised in China."
Ling Lang's face darkened, "Is your crew here to play with me?"
"Relax, relax," Director Yang wanted to go up to hug Ling Lang, but he avoided him, "Everyone is so familiar, wouldn't it be more tacit understanding to work together? Don't Chinese people have an old saying that when you have friends, Come from afar, don’t you say (shuo)?”
"That word is yue, not shuo," Ling Lang corrected coldly.
"Oh~~" the director suddenly said, "Chinese culture is really broad and profound, why don't you come to the den tonight and let the dens have an exchange of Chinese and Western cultures?"
boom-
Today is not the official start of the film, just a routine meeting before shooting to exchange views on the film.
The foreign director pretended to be a screenwriter and talked about it with a dark circle around his eyes. Ling Lang was distracted from beginning to end.
Feng Hao went abroad for more than a week, Ling Lang lived alone for ten years, but living with Feng Hao for two months, he found that he was no longer used to living alone, and there was an emotion called missing that he had never experienced before quietly visiting.
As if he had a good heart, a mobile phone was handed unceremoniously to him, Ling Lang raised his head and saw the expression of his manager, and knew that the caller was Feng Hao.
"Call home, no one answered," Feng Hao's pleasant voice rang from the other end of the phone, "A meeting?"
Ling Lang glanced at the spitting foreign director, "Listen to the screenwriter."
Feng Hao laughed, "Do you miss me?"
Ling Lang didn't answer the question, "Have you arrived in Hong Kong?"
"Just landed, you can go back tonight, wait for me at home."
"Well," Ling Lang responded calmly, unable to hear his emotions.
The agent took back his cell phone, "Can't you two exchange numbers? Don't you call me every time, no charge for international calls?"
"Forget it," Ling Lang said truthfully.
"Both of you—" The agent suddenly realized that there was someone else next to him, swallowed the following words in time, and lowered his voice, "Both of you live together, and you don't even have a phone call with each other, is this a little fun that is unique to you? Use it? I'll send him your number?"
"No, I'll give it to him when I go back."
It was already six o'clock in the evening when Ling Lang got home, and Feng Hao hadn't come back. He didn't know what time Feng Hao said he would be back in the evening. .
In the dream, Ling Lang felt that someone was kissing him. It felt exactly the same as when he was filming kissing scenes on the beach in the past, even hotter than that. He couldn't help kissing back. After getting Ling Lang's response, the person on his body kissed even more. invested.
The incomparably real touch and aura made Ling Lang realize that he was not dreaming. He opened his eyes and Feng Hao's eyelashes zoomed in in front of him. It was not until he saw the other person with his own eyes that Ling Lang realized how much he was. miss him.
The two indulge in each other's breath, as if to make up for the time they had left. This is their second kiss, but it is also the first kiss in the true sense.
Feng Hao's kissing skills were superb, and he provoked Ling Lang's lust in three or two strokes. He naturally stretched out his hand to hook the other's neck. The two of them kissed even more and more forgot about themselves, and Feng Hao's hand swam around his waist. A few laps, then transfer to the neckline and unbutton the shirt one by one.
When Feng Hao took off his clothes, Ling Lang cooperated incomparably. He thought that Feng Hao was about to do it, and he had no intention of rejecting it. He even took the initiative to lift his crotch and gently rubbed the opponent's body to indicate that he.
Ling Lang was quickly naked, and Feng Hao finally bit him lightly on the tip of his nose, ending the lingering kiss.
Under Feng Hao's skillful provocation, Ling Lang's breathing was disordered, and his face was flushed with emotion.
He thought Feng Hao would say "I want it," but the other person said "Come with me."
Ling Lang didn't know where Feng Hao was going to take him, but he followed him obediently to another locked door.
Feng Hao took out his bunch of keys again, picked out one of them, and opened the door. Ling Lang was stunned when he saw what was in the door.
Feng Hao didn't allow him to be dazed. He led the other party into the room and motioned him to enter. The cage was only half a person high, so Ling Lang could only kneel or sit after entering.
Feng Hao squatted down outside the cage, "I said that as long as you go to bed, you can't wear clothes. This is my rule. I'll only say it once for any rule. If you violate it, you will be punished."
Ling Lang listened without saying a word.
"The so-called rules are that you have to abide by whether I am here or not. I can't be by your side 24 hours a day, but I need to be in your heart 24 hours a day, and you must always remember your master's words. "
"I hope you can reflect on yourself during this period of time in the cage. The time for you to reflect is up to me."
Feng Hao pressed his index finger to his lips, "Finally, remember the rules in the cage, don't talk, if there is something important, just call me, you know what to call it."
He stretched out his hand, clapped, and closed the door of the iron cage.