Ling Lang stayed in the cage and watched Feng Hao pick up the remote control, turned up the temperature of the central air conditioner, then picked up another remote control and pressed it. The wall in front of him slowly slipped to one side, and Ling Lang realized that This room was originally integrated with the living room, and was separated into two rooms by a disguised wall.
Feng Hao left, and reappeared in the living room after a while, having changed into a set of casual clothes. He sat calmly on the sofa and read a book. From Ling Lang's point of view, he could clearly see the other person's profile. Feng Hao no longer had the usual smile on his face, but instead gave him a cold delusion.
Ling Lang also knelt quietly in the cage and looked at him. This was not the first time he looked at Feng Hao like this, but this time there were more ruthless iron bars between the two.
He stared at the other person's side face closely, and the thoughts that he hadn't seen for more than a week came bit by bit at this moment, the warm touch of the kiss just now seemed to stay on his lips, and in a blink of an eye, the surroundings were icy cold.
At this moment, he is like a big dog left at home by his master. He finally waited for his master to come home. He originally thought he would receive warm caress from his master, but he was thrown into a cage for reflection because he broke a precious vase.
Ling Lang in the cage suddenly felt a little anxious.
He began to look left and right, expecting which two pillars would be far enough apart for him to get out.
He looked up and down, he hated himself for not being able to shrink his bones, and he even began to fantasize about having a shrinking lamp in the comics.
His eyes swept across the woolen blanket beside Feng Hao's feet by chance. He had never found the sheepskin so warm and inviting, and a strong desire to lie on it surged in his heart. He wanted to sleep at Feng Hao's feet, not like now So mercilessly locked in a cage.
Ling Lang became irritable, he no longer knelt obediently in the same place, he began to shake the railing beside him desperately, but the cage remained motionless.
He pushed hard on the cage door, but it was locked.
He wanted to fiddle with the lock, but he soon discovered that it was wishful thinking.
He turned uneasily in the small space, trying to open any blind spot that might have a weakness. He even lost the judgment that a human should have, and tried only with an animal's instinct.
He finally patted the solid floor of the cage hard, trying to arouse Feng Hao's attention.
Feng Hao's out-of-the-way vision must be able to sweep the commotion here, but he never looked sideways from beginning to end, and was indifferent to the movement in the cage.
Ling Lang's agitation did not bring any response. He found that no matter how hard he tried, Feng Hao would not give him a look in this direction. He had been completely ignored by the other party.
He began to despair.
Then he gradually became quiet again, just as he had just been locked in.
He sat down obediently, hugged his knees, and continued to focus on the person on the sofa in the distance.
Time gradually froze, fatigue swept through his whole body, and Ling Lang's eyelids drooped little by little after looking at it for so long.
In a trance, he heard a creaking sound, he opened his eyes, the cage door was opened, he couldn't wait to get out, did the one thing he wanted to do most at the moment, and rubbed his cheek on Feng Hao's feet. .
Feng Hao squatted down and touched his head, "You didn't speak from the beginning to the end, you acted very well."
He stood up and motioned Ling Lang to stay here and wait for him.
After a while, Feng Hao came back with a delicate plate in his hand with warm milk in it.
"This is a reward for you," Feng Hao bent down and put the plate beside Ling Lang.
Ling Lang looked up at him, lowered his head and carefully licked the milk in the saucer.
Feng Hao patted his head again approvingly, "What do you want to do now?"
Ling Lang turned his head and looked directly at the blanket beside the sofa.
Feng Hao followed his line of sight and smiled knowingly.
"Go," after getting the owner's consent, the big dog immediately threw himself on the soft and warm blanket, curled up into a ball, and slept contentedly at the owner's feet.
After Feng Hao came back, the second movie was also scheduled as scheduled, the staff were busy making preliminary preparations, and Ling Lang and others were also busy with styling and makeup photos.
At the end of the first episode, Ling Lang was already dead, and in the second episode, he will appear with a brand new appearance, playing the role of a teenager who is very similar to his previous appearance.
The boy's initial appearance was the image of a young and dangerous boy, wearing deliberately torn denim, ear studs, and dyed yellow hair.
The stylist was doing Ling Lang's hair. She boldly chose a very bright golden color, and then used hairspray to make the hairstyle messy.
"Does it have to be so exaggerated?" Ling Lang frowned slightly, and he suddenly looked ten years younger in the mirror.
"Isn't that bad?" The stylist also looked at Ling Lang in the mirror, "I think it matches the image in the film quite well."
Seeing that Feng Hao happened to pass by, she stopped him casually, "Feng Hao, come and see if it's okay?"
Feng Hao walked over, and when he saw Ling Lang, who had gone back a few years in time, he burst out laughing.
"You look like my rebellious younger brother, the kind of father who is old enough to have a son," he still plays his previous role. The film is set to be around thirty-five years old, so his makeup looks older than before. .
"The appearance is over, but I don't know if Ling Lang can get back the feeling of being young," the stylist looked at Feng Hao, "I think this character is more suitable for Feng Hao."
Feng Hao laughed and joked, "How dare you doubt the actor's acting skills."
"Don't dare," the stylist raised his hand to beg for mercy, "I just feel it, don't give me a high hat."
Someone next to him asked him to help, and the stylist responded and left.
Only then did Ling Lang turn his attention to the large creature that had been following Feng Hao, "What's that next to you?"
"Golden Retriever," Feng Hao gestured towards Golden Retriever, who immediately sat down in front of Ling Lang obediently.
"Your dog?"
"No, it's your partner this time." Feng Hao looked at it with regret, "I once had a golden retriever like this."
Ling Lang realized that he used it in the past, "What about later?"
"Once I accidentally ate the wrong thing and died," the smile on Feng Hao's mouth disappeared as he remembered the sad memories.
Ling Lang was also silent for a moment, "I'm sorry."
Feng Hao gently stroked its head, "My favorite dog is the golden retriever. It's docile and well-behaved, smart and beautiful, and it's very quiet." He cast his eyes on Ling Lang, and the smile returned to his face. "Just like you."
Ling Lang was embarrassed by his metaphor, he turned his face away and saw his own appearance in the mirror, his exaggerated hair color was exactly the same as the golden retriever beside him.
The staff of the clothing team came to urge him to change his clothes. After he came out of the locker room, no one believed that this was a man who was already 33 years old.
The stylist clipped a shiny fake ear stud to his right earlobe and looked at it carefully, "Very well, let's go take a picture."
The photographer was already ready, Ling Lang walked to the camera, closed his eyes and brewed his emotions, and when he opened his eyes again, the whole person had turned into a street gangster who was not afraid of anything and everything.
"It's great, that's it," said the photographer sincerely, and kept pressing the shutter. "Now you turn your body a little to the left, turn your head to the right, and turn your head a little further, and your expression is a little more disdainful. It's beautiful."
After taking a dozen sets of actions, the photographer motioned Feng Hao to go up. In the early stage of the film, Feng Hao saved Ling Lang's life. Ling Lang worshipped him like a big brother. The horse is looking ahead.
"You have to look at him with adoring eyes, you know, it's like he's your god," the photographer said, but he wasn't sure in his heart, Ling Lang is famously arrogant in this circle , He deeply suspects that the other party will only do enough acting on the surface, but he can't see the slightest admiration in his eyes.
"Let's start," the photographer gave the order, Ling Lang slowly raised his eyes, the photographer was stunned, and the hand that pressed the shutter did not even move.
The assistant pushed the photographer carefully, and then he recovered from the shock, and pressed the shutter again and again to keep this touching scene.
As expected of an actor, he sighed while filming, and was even more impressed by Ling Lang's acting skills.
After shooting the duo, I continued to take pictures of Ling Lang and the dog. When he was with the golden retriever, Ling Lang was the happiest time in the whole film. Nose to nose, or one hugs the other happily.
People rarely see Ling Lang in this state, and they stop and watch involuntarily as they walk by.
The photographer called OVER, and the smile on Ling Lang's face suddenly subsided and returned to his normal appearance, making everyone suspect that what they saw just now was an illusion.
Taking pictures is also a very physically consuming thing. The assistant has already prepared folding chairs and coffee for Ling Lang to come down.
The dog handler took the golden retriever aside and rewarded him with some food. Many caring staff members took out snacks to tease him.
Ling Lang took a sip of coffee and frowned.
"What's in it?"
"Sugar and milk," the assistant didn't understand why he suddenly asked, "the same as before."
"It tastes weird."
"Will it be?" The assistant took it and smelled it, "Then I'll go to soak again."
"Forget it, that's it," Ling Lang felt troublesome and took the cup back and drank it.
"How can you give it to eat this?" Feng Hao's stern reprimand suddenly sounded in the arena. The loudness of the voice attracted everyone's attention, and Ling Lang also looked over.
"I, I..." A girl looked at the chocolate that Feng Hao had smashed into pieces on the ground at a loss, and didn't understand why the other party was so angry.
"Did you know that dogs eat chocolate and die?"
The girl was taken aback, "I really don't know," she was so anxious that she almost cried, "It has eaten a piece, what should I do?"
The dog handler who came back from outside discovered the situation here, and hurried over to check the amount of chocolate left on the ground, "I didn't eat much, but it's dark chocolate..." He frowned, "I'll be on the safe side. Or take it to the veterinary hospital."
Everyone hurriedly looked for a cage for a cage, and a rope for a rope. The scene was in chaos, and suddenly a scream came from the crowd.
"Ling Lang! What happened to Ling Lang?"