The filming of the film has officially entered the final stage, Ling Lang has become more and more quiet, and seems to be completely integrated with the characters in the play. Sometimes he doesn't say a word for several days, and his joy, anger, sadness, and joy are completely invisible. , When he sits there quietly, you do not even perceive the existence of this person.
The agent rubbed his hands in a hurry. Ling Lang in the movie finally suffered from aphasia because he didn't speak for a long time. He didn't want the real Ling Lang to be fake.
He desperately tried to find something to talk to Ling Lang. He copied the jokes he saw on the Internet into a book, and read them to Ling Lang dryly one by one, but the other party didn't respond at all.
"Come on, look at me and say 'Ah—'" He tried to give Ling Lang a rehabilitation treatment according to what the speech therapist did on TV.
Ling Lang silently turned his head away, unable to bear to look directly at his mental retardation.
"Why don't you try another word, like," the assistant shrugged, "Dad?"
The agent glared at her immediately, and the assistant whistled innocently.
"It's all because of this stupid script." The agent grabbed the script angrily and threw it to the ground. "I have to let him take on a chattering role in the next scene, like an iron-toothed, copper-toothed duiker or something," he said. The light bulb above his head lit up, "Lawyer, what do you think of being a lawyer? Lawyers have the most lines."
The assistant brought a thermal pot over, "Then you have to pray that Ling Lang will be able to speak by then."
She handed the pot to Ling Lang, "Come on, drink the soup."
The manager watched Ling Lang drink half of the soup, "What kind of soup do you give Ling Lang every day?"
"Tianma pig brain soup."
"Scared?" The agent was taken aback by the name.
The assistant pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose and made a pedantic look, "I have checked the information, if people don't speak for a long time, it is easy to induce Alzheimer's disease, eating Tianma pig brain soup can clear the liver and strengthen the brain, It can effectively prevent this symptom.”
The agent's mouth twitched.
The assistant said proudly, "I also added a lot of herbs for nourishing the kidneys and aphrodisiac, such as ginseng, velvet antler, Cordyceps sinensis, and so on."
Ling Lang's drinking of soup suddenly stopped.
The assistant was still praising himself triumphantly, "A bowl of tonic soup, multiple curative effects, I'm really a genius."
Ling Lang put the soup down without saying a word.
"The actors are in place!" The assistant director issued a preparatory notice.
Ling Lang walked to the window and let the setting sun draw a long shadow behind him, but this shadow was also pressed down by the shadow of the iron fence outside the window, as if mocking Ling Lang for never being able to escape its control.
"ACTION!" The director gave the order to start.
Feng Hao pushed open the door, and then the whole person was still.
Ling Lang turned around slowly, his blond hair disappeared, replaced by pure black, which made his face extremely pale, and there was no blood on his lips.
Because of his thinness, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his eyes were very large. He just stared at each other without blinking. Feng Hao's expression was in a trance for a moment, as if he had forgotten where he was and who was in front of him.
"What are you doing," Feng Hao said with a sullen face when he realized that Ling Lang was still the same Ling Lang and only dyed his hair back.
Ling Lang walked to the table, picked up the pen and wrote a few large characters on the paper.
- Does this make me more like him
Feng Hao turned his head and left, "You read too many novels."
He didn't see that after he left, a faint mocking smile appeared on the corner of Ling Lang's mouth.
As the days passed, Ling Lang stopped eating, Feng Hao tried every means to force him to eat, and finally even used forced irrigation, but after a while he would vomit and vomit darkly.
The doctor diagnosed him with anorexia. He was forcibly immobilized on the bed and maintained his life by injecting glucose. Today's Ling Lang is no different from a dead person except for his breath.
Feng Hao began to express his anger in various ways. Every day, people were punished because of Ling Lang, and his subordinates were uneasy because of this. Their loyalty to Feng Hao gradually wavered. . Feng Hao suffered from internal and external troubles at the same time, and various emergencies annoyed him, and gradually he had no time to take care of Ling Lang, and the security force of the villa was reduced to a minimum.
Finally one day, Ling Lang used his last strength to escape while the bodyguards were slack. Feng Hao came quickly after receiving the notice and stopped Ling Lang who escaped outside the villa.
On one side is Feng Hao, on the other is a cliff, and under the cliff is the sea with huge waves.
Ling Lang was already in the urn, and Feng Hao was approaching the past step by step.
"Come back," Feng Hao ordered with a gloomy face.
Ling Lang took a step back.
"I told you to come back to me," Feng Hao repeated sternly.
Ling Lang took a step back again, he was already standing on the edge of the cliff, the gravel rolled down under his feet, and was instantly swept away by the waves.
Feng Hao stood still, but Ling Lang didn't. He slowly turned around and faced the sea. The flowers had withered, and spring would not come again.
Feng Hao had an ominous premonition in his heart, "What do you want to do?"
Ling Lang turned his head little by little—
"CUT!"
The tense atmosphere of the scene was instantly destroyed, and everyone's attention was focused on the director.
"The expression just now was not in place, and it didn't show the character's mentality well before he died. Do it again, and prepare to start ACTION!"
Ling Lang stood on the edge of the cliff and took a deep breath, pondered for a while, and slowly turned his head again. This time, everyone saw deep hatred in his eyes. The person in front of him deprived him of everything—his body, his feelings, his brothers, his pets, his freedom... Now, he again To take his life, he has no reason not to hate him, he hates him to the core.
Everyone present deeply felt the hatred in his heart. Their emotions were infected by Ling Lang, and their expressions became solemn. This is the feeling!
"CUT!" the director interrupted again.
"Mud shouldn't look at him with this kind of eyes, mud hates him, but mud's feelings are from love to hate, even after he has done so many things to mud, mud still loves him Him! Mud's love for him was just suppressed, but it didn't disappear. At the last moment of life, Mud wants to release it, come again!"
Ling Lang turned his head for the third time. This time, everyone could see the contradiction in his eyes. In the past entanglement between the two, it was unclear whether love took the lead or hatred took the lead, two intense emotions. Tightly intertwined, no one can get rid of the other.
This look made everyone deeply understand Ling Lang's inner conflict and struggle. They flashed before their eyes every day and night. Ling Lang suffered in the ice and fire, and the things he regarded as treasures were as far away from him as possible. Going away, the culprit behind all this is the person he loves the most.
Although there was not a single line, the pain in Ling Lang's heart successfully spread to every corner. All the people present were moved by it, and even his nose started to feel sore. This is the feeling! .
"NONONO," the director was still dissatisfied, "Mu's expression is good, but I always feel that something is missing."
"The feelings expressed by the mud are very strong, but this feeling is strong and narrow. What I hope to get is a very open effect, does the mud understand?"
"Is this director Japanese?" The assistant couldn't help but complain in private, "I think Ling Lang's performance has been very good just now. I was almost moved to tears."
"That's why people are big directors and you're just a little assistant," the agent complained to her.
"I can understand the director's desire to make the last scene perfect, but Ling Lang also performed well, strong and open, isn't it difficult for a strong man?"
"You have to believe that if Ling Lang couldn't overcome even this difficulty, he wouldn't be the best actor," the agent said firmly.
Ling Lang looked at the sky, the director was still helping him into the play, "Think about it, think about it, what he has done to Mu, what kind of mood Mu has done to him, and at the last glance, how does Mu want to say goodbye to him? Mud wants him to remember Mud? Or forget Mud? Mud…”
Feng Hao came over, "I think I can probably understand what the director meant."
The two looked at him at the same time, "I guess the director wanted to say, you love me, you hate me, you poured the strongest emotions into me, but that's in the past. You're going to die soon, no matter how hot you are Emotions will vanish, and what you are obsessed with can’t let go can finally be let go at the last moment, it’s like you have reached the narrowest alley in your life, and you will take a step forward and open up the sky.”
The director gave a high five, "That's what it means!"
Ling Lang savored his words and seemed to understand something.
The camera was activated again, and Ling Lang, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, turned his head slowly in front of everyone's eyes. This would be his last glimpse of this world. The sea breeze rolled up the corners of his snow-white clothes, and his black hair was messed up.
Ling Lang saw Feng Hao, the man he used to love, even now, all the time.
From first saving him from the warehouse, to bringing him home, hugging him tenderly, deceiving him, imprisoning him, destroying him... All the good and bad memories come to my mind like a marquee. on the scene.
He sees his own life, but calmly seems to be watching other people's stories.
Ling Lang stared at Feng Hao quietly, his thoughts diverged thousands of miles away.
He couldn't tell whether it was in the play or reality, as if he would say goodbye to the other party in the next second.
If I die like this, what will I regret
Ling Lang thought, probably my biggest regret is that I am still a virgin.
When he had this idea, the loving eyes he cast towards Feng Hao added a bit of hatred.
I'm going to die, but you haven't fucked me yet.
But you won't have a chance to meet me in the future. Thinking of this, Ling Lang smiled slightly, turned and jumped off the cliff.