In a moment in the film, one year in reality, with Feng Hao's help, Ling Lang went from being a condescending street gangster to gradually becoming like a triad elite. Many people saw him being favored, and they respectfully called him when they met. Brother Ling.
The longer he followed Feng Hao, the more Ling Lang was impressed by the aura of the opponent's gestures. He looked at him with admiration in his eyes day by day.
"Master Feng, today you are alone in front of a group of people without changing your face, and you scared them so much that you don't dare to let one go. You are so handsome," Ling Lang pressed Feng Hao on the shoulder and patted the horse.
Before Ling Lang came, Feng Hao refused to let anyone touch his body, and would rather use a massage chair than a massage therapist. Since Ling Lang came, the massage chair has been laid off.
Everyone in the gang knew Feng Hao's rules. It was the first time Feng Hao asked Ling Lang to press his shoulder. There was a crowd of people standing in the hall. Ling Lang didn't realize it, but the people below were very surprised when they heard it.
Ling Lang didn't know until a long time later that Feng Hao was the so-called Shuwei, and from then on, no one dared to neglect the newcomer Feng Hao brought back.
Feng Hao closed his eyes and relaxed, letting the other party brag behind him, adding fuel to everything.
People who are close to Feng Hao know that he likes a quiet personality, and is even more disgusted by other people's slouch. Impressed.
Ling Lang touted Feng Hao's performance today in an all-round way, and asked again, "Master Feng, how did you develop that kind of fearless eyes, and teach me too?"
"It's enough to die once," Feng Hao said lightly, without opening his eyelids.
The movements of Ling Lang's hands stagnated for a while. He couldn't understand Feng Hao's words, but he felt very sad for no reason.
He was rarely quiet for a moment. Seeing that Feng Hao seemed to be going to sleep, he suggested, "Go to bed and lie down, I'll press it for you."
Feng Hao replied ok, got up and went back to the bedroom upstairs. Ling Lang followed behind him and saw him taking off his shirt, revealing his strong back muscles. Feng Hao is a typical person who can't be seen when he is wearing clothes. With such an unexpected figure, Ling Lang felt a little jealous even as a man.
He lay on the bed, Ling Lang sat on the other's crotch and continued to massage him.
Ling Lang had never seen Feng Hao naked at home, let alone touched it with his own hands. The other party was armed to the cuff even when he was sleeping. He even suspected that Feng Hao would not leave wrinkles on his clothes even if he slept in a suit the next day.
The two lived together, Feng Hao often teased and teased him, and stopped when he aroused his desires. During this period of time, because he was worried about his body, he hadn't even touched him. Ling Lang himself felt that he had some desires recently. dissatisfied.
Ling Lang absently pressed down along the opponent's spine all the way, and when he touched the lower back, his wrist was suddenly buckled. Feng Hao was already pressing on him at this time.
Ling Lang was taken aback by the other party's actions. Just as he was about to struggle, he heard Feng Hao softly call in his ear, "Ling."
Ling Lang's struggling movements froze, and after a while, everyone saw that his stiff limbs relaxed little by little, and his hands fell weakly onto the bed, completely giving up resistance.
Feng Hao called out his name and kissed his neck closely by the ear. After he escaped from his old rival with the strength of his old men, the first thing he did was send someone to investigate the group of orphans raised by his old rival. dead man.
However, Feng Hao was extremely disappointed with the result. No one knew what "he" was called, only that his old rival gave all the orphans the surname Ling. In the end, he left him with only one surname, not even a first name.
Ling Lang's eyes were tightly closed, and his eyebrows were twisted into Sichuan characters. Anyone could see that he was trying his best to forbear.
He hated this kind of behavior, but he was grateful and worshipped this person with all his life. As long as the other party said a word, he could go through fire and water for him, not to mention just asking for his body.
This foreplay has exhausted Feng Hao's lifelong tenderness. His sex with that person will always be cruel plundering and fierce penetration. Even the last time you love me on the island fully burns the power of life. . However, at this moment, he gave Ling Lang the tenderness that he was too late to give and could never give again.
He kissed it along his chin, looked at Ling Lang's face up close under the moonlight, the same face, the same expression, once upon a time, that person also bowed under him with the same forbearance expression, he couldn't help stretching Shot, combed the other side's clenched eyebrows.
Ling Lang opened his eyes slightly, the deep emotion in the eyes of the other party almost drowned him. The Feng Hao in Ling Lang's eyes was always ruthless and ruthless. He had never seen Feng Hao like this, until this moment. Only then did he realize that this person was also emotional.
"Master Feng..." Ling Lang murmured involuntarily.
As soon as he finished saying these two words, he felt that his mouth was sealed. After a while, the soft touch left his lips, "Brother Hao."
"... Hao... brother?"
After Feng Hao heard this title, he was still for two seconds as if struck by lightning, and then the movements in his hands became hurried, and the kiss fell like a gust of wind and rain. Ling Lang was provoked by him, and he subconsciously catered to it.
"Shuiyou, CUT!" The director began to use his ability to stop in an emergency again, "You can't look like this," he said to Ling Lang, "Mu's identity is a straight person now, although I know that it is straight for homosexuals. It's hard to…”
Everyone on the set suddenly felt a low pressure hit, and many people silently clenched their collars, but the director didn't notice it, "... But Mu has to experience the character's mood, physical struggle, inner contradiction, what Mu does is not love , is dedication, must show that kind of whole-hearted dedication, rather than greet it with hunger, mud understand?"
Everyone wanted to laugh at the director's words, but because Ling Lang didn't dare to laugh, everyone had a constipated expression.
Feng Hao also snickered secretly among the crowd, Ling Lang glared at him resentfully, who is to blame for the hunger and thirst
When filming resumed, Ling Lang made up his mind, let the wind blow, I stood still, and the two-person bed scene became Feng Hao's one-man show.
Feng Hao took the opportunity of kissing to attach to his ear, "Don't be petty, be dedicated."
Ling Lang wanted to give him a knee, but he couldn't move, he couldn't move, what was going on
After thinking about it, he himself admitted that doing this was a prank. Since his debut, he has never acted so naively. Sure enough, after staying in the White Eye crew for a long time, his IQ has also dropped.
However, Ling Lang quickly reaps the consequences. He clearly knew that this article would be invalidated, but the director did not stop it. He had no choice but to lie on the bed and continue pretending to be the corpse. No lines.
After waiting for Feng Hao to finish eating the tofu with satisfaction, the director called out slowly, "This time I'm a little too passive, I think Mud can take an active part in it. Don't the Chinese people say that participation is the most important thing? "
Ling Lang took a deep breath and said to Feng Hao, "This time, once and for all."
"I fight," Feng Hao still wanted to laugh, "but every time you say that, the result is always unsatisfactory."
Ling Lang clung to the sheets tightly, it seemed that if he didn't do this, he couldn't help but push the person who was pressing on him away.
His jaw lifted slightly, and the expression on his face was calm and sacred, but the tightly biting lower lip revealed his true feelings.
This was his first night. His body was in unbearable pain, but his heart felt supremely satisfied. He finally repaid Feng Hao for his life-saving grace and understanding in this way. In addition, he I can't think of what value I have to Feng Hao.
This was a physical exchange and a sacrifice of the soul. His gaze went straight through Feng Hao and landed in an unknown distance. At the end of his sight, there seemed to be a light shining down. The two intertwined bodies are shrouded.
People followed his gaze and looked up in the air, as if there was his god standing there, worthy of all he had to pay to look up.
"Ah—" A sharp cry pierced the sky above the set.
"What happened?" Everyone asked nervously, they had never heard such a miserable cry.
The assistant pointed upwards in horror, "There's a mouse on the ceiling!"
In order to prove that what she said was true, the mouse also squeaked twice to show its existence.
Ling Lang had an ominous premonition in his heart, "That part just now...?"
"To be consistent, start all over again," the director replied with a mournful face.
Ling Lang raised his head, looked at the mouse, his eyes darkened, and the assistant shuddered, as if Ling Lang was looking at herself with the kind of eyes that were enough to make Lingchi look at her.
Hair is messed up, card.
The angle of the lights is off by five degrees, card.
The shape of the clothes thrown on the ground is not beautiful enough, card.
Someone else put bird shit on the assistant director's head - even though it's indoors, ka.
The Nth "CUT" sounded, Ling Lang pushed Feng Hao away unbearably, "What's wrong!"
The cameraman was incoherently frightened by his questioning, and pointed to the creature blocking the camera, "Crab, crab, crab, crab, crab."
Ling Lang said angrily, "This is not the seaside, where did the crabs come from?"
"It's river, river, river, river, river crab."
Ling Lang stepped out of bed and said, "What's wrong with the crab? Can the crab walk sideways? Can the crab block the camera? Can the crab get stuck at random? It's so hard to eat without two taels of meat. I hate it the most in my life. It must be a crab, do you know that?"
The huge studio was silent.
Ling Lang glared at the camera, the camera elder brother looked horrified, and the rest of the people were all constipated.
I don't know how long it took, and suddenly someone burst into music, followed by a second sound, a third sound, and everyone covered their stomachs and laughed.
"It turns out that the best actor also has a side that is so close to the mortals," everyone said in a chattering manner, "Does it feel like you're on the ground in an instant?"
"It's an iceberg that turns into a volcano in one second. It's worth my life to witness Ling Lang's true feelings."
"I thought Ling Lang only had one expression when he wasn't filming. Does it seem like I underestimated the actor's acting skills?"
Ling Lang held his forehead helplessly, and he was finally defeated by this off-line crew.
Feng Hao picked up the clothes and put them on him, "Mr. Ling is really a very kind person in private," he teased casually in an official tone.
Ling Lang was expressionless, "I ask to skip this paragraph."
"Wo is the director, I don't agree!" The director popped out from nowhere.
"You are a screenwriter, you have no rights," Ling Lang dismissed bluntly.
The director who pretended to be the screenwriter was speechless, and the screenwriter who pretended to be the director didn't know where to go.
After everyone's persuasion and the director's crying and begging, the top and bottom finally reached an agreement and skipped this paragraph.
Ling Lang slept next to Feng Hao with a contented face, not knowing what beautiful things he dreamed of.
Suddenly he felt his body sink and opened his eyes, Feng Hao had restrained him, the pocket pistol in his hand pointed directly at his temple, his dark eyes permeated with icy chill.
Ling Lang was stunned, how could a person have changed so much overnight.
"Why are you in my bed?" Feng Hao asked coldly.
Ling Lang opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
Feng Hao seemed to recall something, he moved his hand, and the others, through the quilt, probably guessed that he reached down and touched it.
After realizing what had happened, Feng Hao slowly let go of Ling Lang, the hostility in his eyes still did not dissipate.
Ling Lang, who had regained his freedom, still did not dare to move. Could it be that the other party was the legendary dual personality? He hesitated, "Brother Hao..."
The muzzle of the gun instantly pressed against his eyebrows, Ling Lang had no doubt that the other party would pull the trigger without hesitation.
"Who allowed you to call that?" The muzzle was pressed down again.
"Master Feng," Ling Lang hurriedly changed his words, which made Feng Hao's expression soften.
Feng Hao grabbed his clothes from the bed and threw them on his body, then left the bedroom. Before leaving, he coldly dropped a sentence, "Pay attention to your identity."
After the door slammed loudly, a close-up of Ling Lang appeared in the camera, anxiety, confusion, and grievances were all written on this young face.
Ling Lang's filming tasks for today have been completed, and there is still a short personal scene of Feng Hao in the bathroom.
This kind of inner drama with no lines and no opponents is the most test of an actor's acting skills. It is exaggerated in depth and dull in shallowness. It takes a strong control to get the degree just right.
Feng Hao turned down the water valve, water poured down from the top of his head, and he shivered instantly.
Ling Lang outside the arena was surprised to find that Feng Hao used cold water instead of the water vapor he imagined rising.
He just stood motionless under the shower, as if he had turned into a feelingless statue.
After a long while, he raised his head, and the stream of water poured on his face like a thin line, instead of the tears rolling down, this man would not cry, but everyone could see his bottomless sadness.
At the end of the scene, Feng Hao put his hands on the bathroom wall, lowered his head, and his Adam's apple wriggled.
His eyes snapped open, and then he slammed into the wall with a savage punch, ending the scene.
Hearing the sound of the director passing, Ling Lang subconsciously took a step forward, but stopped quickly. A staff member hurried over behind him and draped a bath towel over Feng Hao whose lips were blue with cold.
Ling Lang glanced at the bathroom. Dark red blood was left on the wall. It was obviously not the masterpiece of the props team.
After Feng Hao came down, Ling Lang turned his face to the side, Feng Hao understood and went back to the lounge with him.
Ling Lang took the medicine box from his assistant, locked the door, and filled Feng Hao with medicine himself.
Feng Hao sat calmly, watching Ling Lang skillfully playing with the alcohol swabs below, "You are very skilled in dealing with wounds."
"When I didn't have an assistant," Ling Lang paused, "other people didn't dare to approach me, the manager was clumsy, and was injured while filming, so I had to do it myself."
Feng Hao's three joints were injured, showing how hard the punch fell.
Ling Lang carefully disinfected the wound and lightly applied a layer of ointment.
"Okay," Ling Lang was about to stand up after finishing his treatment, when he raised his head, he met Feng Hao's gaze.
Feng Hao looked down at him from a height, the light above his head projected on his eyelashes, hiding all the emotions and desires in his eyes in the shadows, his cold expression invisibly revealed a majesty.
Ling Lang looked up at him quietly for a moment, put the other's hand to his mouth, and kissed him reverently.