The moment he turned around, Ling Lang had the illusion that Feng Hao and the character in the movie were superimposed, and the overwhelming sense of oppression that filled the air was even worse than when he was filming.
This feeling only lasted for a blink of an eye and then disappeared, almost to the point where Ling Lang almost thought he had misunderstood.
Feng Hao returned to his usual grinning appearance, "I already said that I am a fan of the senior, look, I didn't lie to you."
Ling Lang stared at him closely, trying to find a flaw under his perfect smile.
"Why do you have this picture?"
Feng Hao looked up at the huge picture of Ling Lang on the wall, "Because I took this picture."
"what?"
"On the day of the performance, the one who was in charge of the photography was a senior brother from the same club as me, but he was temporarily busy and couldn't go, so please ask me to take his place," Feng Hao walked around Ling Lang and walked in front of the photo, "Speaking of which, I have to thank that guy. Brother, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be able to know you."
Ling Lang's eyes sank, "There were many stills taken at that time, why did you choose this one?"
"Because this one is the best shot," Feng Hao raised his hand, his fingertips followed the edge of the rope on Ling Lang's body, and slowly rubbed the photo, "Don't you think that senior? Your expression at the end of your life is the most vivid, No matter how many times you watch it, it's so fascinating..."
Feng Hao's low voice fell in Ling Lang's ears, causing him to shudder.
Ling Lang lowered his head, "I'm going back."
Feng Hao turned around, "I'll take you off."
Feng Hao drove Ling Lang to his residence, "Can I take the liberty of asking for your personal phone number, senior?"
Two people have already finished a movie together, and one person has just watched the video at the other person's house, which is not an excessive requirement at all.
"Sorry," Ling Lang refused decisively, "I rarely give others my number. If you have anything to do with me, you can contact my agent."
"That's it," Feng Hao didn't seem annoyed at all, "Okay, then good night, senior."
"goodbye."
Feng Hao watched Ling Lang enter the gate, and did not start the car to leave immediately, but sat quietly in the car for a while, then opened the door and got out of the car.
"Come out."
A person slowly walked out of the corner. It was Ling Lang's manager.
When Feng Hao saw it was him, he immediately put on a polite smile, "It turned out to be you, sorry, I thought it was a paparazzi."
"Until now, no paparazzi know Ling Lang's address."
"Really?" Feng Hao smiled happily, "It seems that I am luckier than the paparazzi."
The agent looked at him with an inexplicable guard, "I've been with Ling Lang for so long, and I've never seen him go to someone else's house, let alone someone who can take him to the door."
"So I should feel particularly honored?"
"Perhaps it's rude to say that, but Ling Lang's image in front of the public is very clean and he has never had any scandals. Whether it's the opposite sex or the same sex, I don't want any speculation in the media, do you understand what I mean?" People are serious.
Feng Hao couldn't help but smile. He walked up to the agent and put his right hand on the other's shoulder. "The agent doesn't want his artists to spread scandals, which is understandable, but it would be a bit out of bounds if the artist's normal interactions are also involved."
The broker frowned.
Feng Hao put his hand back into his trouser pocket, "I'm curious, is your relationship with the senior really as simple as that of an agent and an artist? Compared to an agent, you look more like his... guardian?"
As soon as Feng Hao finished speaking, he shook his head and denied himself, "Impossible, the senior is already an adult, so..."
He observed the reaction of the other party with interest, "Monitoring people?"
The manager frowned. He suddenly realized that the person in front of him didn't seem as harmless as he looked on the surface. Could it be that he had ulterior motives in approaching Ling Lang
The two of them were still facing each other under the current situation, and Ling Lang had already collapsed on the bed with his coat closed. There was a photo frame on the bedside table not far away. The frame contained a group photo of the whole crew of "Brave Forever".
Ling Lang stared at the photo for a while, then got up and took the photo frame apart. The other photo that was sandwiched between the group photo and the backing board fell off. That photo was nothing else, it was the one hanging in Feng Hao's house.
Picking up the photo that had fallen on the bed, Ling Lang's thoughts drifted back to the youthful school days.
"What? Are you going to be the first male lead?" The director of the play, who was also Ling Lang's friend, asked with an incredulous look on his face.
"Eternal Life of the Brave" is a drama with an anti-Japanese theme. It tells the life of an underground party who fought against the invaders. On the eve of the Japanese army's surrender, his identity was unfortunately exposed, and he played the victory of the Anti-Japanese War with blood.
"I think I can handle this role well."
"It's not that I don't believe in your ability, but..." My friend gestured dryly for a long time, "Look, in all film and television works, as long as there is such a tough guy character, which one is not burly, angular, with thick eyebrows Your face is upright? Look at you, which one fits?"
Ling Lang couldn't agree, "Indeed, everyone has a fixed Facebook position, what kind of face is a good person and what kind of face is a bad person. But a successful actor should be able to make the audience ignore his appearance, even Let the audience think that such a face is a good person, and such a face is a bad person, even if it subverts the previous perception."
His friend was persuaded by him, and he made a bold attempt to make Ling Lang play the male lead, but it was an unexpected success. officially entered the entertainment industry.
When Ling Lang was a child, every time there was a war-themed movie or TV show on TV, when the prisoner was tied up by the enemy, he would watch it with great concentration and fascination, and even put himself in. When playing the game of police catching spy with a partner, everyone else is rushing to be a police officer, and only he takes the initiative to ask to be a spy.
Slowly, he found that his excitement was completely different from that of boys of the same age. The publications with large-scale pictures of beautiful women did not attract his interest, but the scenes of tying and torture made him excited.
Every dream of his adolescence was related to coercion, when the Internet was not as developed as it is now, and all his orgasms came from fantasy.
After a long time, he began to be dissatisfied with this fantasy, and took the first step in the way he could think of - to go to the film school and become an actor.
For Ling Lang, "Eternal Life of the Brave" is not just a drama, but the first time his dream has become reality.
On the day of the release, it was an indelible memory of his life. The classmates in charge of the props were nervous and tied him too tightly. Under the gaze of thousands of people in the auditorium, he walked to the execution ground with his head held high, and at the same time he reached a spiritual climax.
The memories of more than ten years ago flooded into his mind, Ling Lang unconsciously stretched out his hand to outline the outline of the knot on the photo, his movements unconsciously coincided with the route Feng Hao had touched. Retract as if electrocuted.
That familiar feeling swept through his body again. He wanted to get rid of it, but he was powerless and could only let himself float in the sea of lust, but this time, Feng Hao's face kept flashing before his eyes, and he waved. Do not go.
"Ling Lang, Ling Lang? What are you stunned for? It's your turn to play."
Ling Lang woke up from being surrounded by lust, "What are you going to play?"
"Of course it's the execution ground," a voice sounded softly against his back.
"...Who is it?" This voice was so familiar, but Ling Lang couldn't remember its owner.
A chuckle took the place of the answer.
Ling Lang looked around, the actors and logistics classmates walked around him, but he couldn't see their faces clearly.
This scene was so familiar, Ling Lang recalled it hard, and finally remembered that today was the day the drama was released, but what was this strange feeling
But not allowing him to think too much, Ling Lang discovered another fact that terrified him, "Where's my costume?"
"The costume? I'll put it on for you now," the voice said again, and the rough twine was wrapped around his neck, his arms fastened behind his back, and the rope stuck so tightly into his skin that he could barely breathe.
"Get dressed, do you like it?"
not like this! Ling Lang was screaming in his heart, but he couldn't utter half a syllable.
"Go, it's time for your performance," the voice seemed to have magic power, Ling Lang found that he couldn't control his body, and walked towards the stage step by step.
"No... OK..." If he took another step, he would be exposed in front of the audience. Ling Lang used all his strength to resist with difficulty.
"Why not?" The curtain was lifted by a corner, "Look, everyone is looking forward to you, don't make your audience wait for a long time."
Ling Lang struggled and shook his head. Immediately, two actors in Japanese military uniforms pushed him hard and brought him to the front of the stage. The faces below the stage were densely raised, each of which seemed to be shrouded in clouds.
Ling Lang suddenly began to struggle violently, "Let go of me, let me go down!"
He tried desperately to cover his body, but no matter how hard he tried, his hands couldn't move, he had never felt so panicked, and countless eyes fell on his naked body, leaving him nowhere to hide.
"Don't be afraid," put a hand on his forehead, Ling Lang suddenly stopped as if his acupuncture points had been tapped, and then the whole person slowly relaxed.
"Isn't this what you want," the hand went down the bridge of his nose and lips, trembling like an electric shock wherever it went, "Here, here, there is a reaction so quickly, right?"
Ling Lang closed his eyes and felt that the hands walking on his body had changed from one to two, followed by three or four, until he could not count, and every inch of his body could not get rid of their touch, he had no choice but to look up. At the beginning, he took a big mouthful of oxygen, and his heart seemed to be beating in front of his eyes.
"Open your eyes," the voice ordered again, "remember the duty of an actor to present the best in every situation to the audience."
Ling Lang opened his eyes, the smoke under the stage dissipated, and the faces of the audience gradually became clear, each face was expressionless, and each face looked exactly the same.
There was a strong flash, followed by another, and gradually the flashes became one. After Ling Lang won the best actor in the first year, the media gave him such a courtesy.
"Don't, don't shoot..." Ling Lang opened his mouth, his request was so weakly obscured by the sound of the shutter that he couldn't even hear it himself.
The photographer's voice seemed to be under the stage, but also sounded slowly in his ears, "Don't you think, senior? Your expression at the end of your life is the most vivid. No matter how many times you watch it, it's so fascinating..."
The voice was like a person murmuring, and suddenly it was like a group of people in harmony, from the center of the stage, spread to every corner of the theater, and then reflected back to form a never-ending echo, "Come, it's time to say the lines. already."
Ling Lang heard himself muttering the dialogue hoarsely.
"I'm here, I'm alive, I'm dying... No one can escape this fate..."
"You will die one day... and I, here today, will receive... immortality."
boom-
Ling Lang was woken up by the sound of the gunshots, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.
He calmed down for a long time before dragging his numb legs to the bathroom to take care of the aftermath.
The warm water flowed down and washed his body clean. It seemed that he had also washed away all the secrets. When he came out of the bathroom, he returned to that noble and glamorous Iceberg Movie King.
Kneeling in his usual position, he began his morning prayer.
"Sorry, I didn't come yesterday."
-where did you go
"Going to... the house of a co-star."
- How long has it been since you went to someone else's house
"I do not remember."
- That must be someone special.
silence.
- What did you do at the time
"Watching dramas, works from my college days."
-Oh
"When I was watching the video, I..." Ling Lang clenched his fists, "I had a reaction, and I was also watching the premiere."
- Excited
"… Yes."
-Tell me about that person.
"He was enthusiastic, talented, and . . . intimidating to me."
-Because he made you sexually aroused
"Yes."
- More than once
"Yes."
- Masturbating because of this.
"Yes."
- His face came to mind while masturbating.
"… Yes."
- Do you hate him
"Do not."
- Do you like him
silence.
-Let's go here today.
Ling Lang put his forehead on the ground and devoutly bowed.
After a long time, he straightened up, and in front of him was a pitch-black video conference screen. Not long ago, there were still voices coming from inside, but now, only his voice was echoing in the empty room.