The film was a hit all over the country, and various announcements followed. Ling Lang never liked to participate in any publicity activities, but there were always one or two publicity files that could not be pushed away. They are all silently serving as the set board, but the media has long been accustomed to this.
Ling Lang was sitting on the three-person sofa in the studio, leaning against the corner, Feng Hao was sitting next to him in the middle, there was no one on the other side, this distance had invaded Ling Lang's personal space, he didn't understand what the other party thought, as A professional actor must know that sitting like this will make the TV picture unbalanced, but Feng Hao seems to be ignorant of this, and even the program director will not correct him.
After a routine question, the big screen began to play the clips of the movie highlights, and the first interaction between the two in the film was naturally among them.
Ling Lang was forced to review the scene that once made him lose control. Although the original impulse was gone, his thoughts inevitably drifted elsewhere. What the host and Feng Hao said later, he didn't say a word. He listened until Feng Hao called him in his ear.
"Senior, senior?"
Ling Lang came back to his senses, and then realized that Feng Hao's face, who had just existed in fantasy, had actually appeared in front of him, but he was just thinking about it, completely forgetting that it was on TV.
Feng Hao couldn't help but feel amused when he saw that he was just waking up from a big dream, "Senior, you can be distracted when recording a program."
Ling Lang coughed covertly, bowed his body, and asked him, "Which part was recorded?"
Feng Hao's expression was very helpless, "Senior, you really are not participating at all."
"I remember that after the interview was over there was nothing to do with me."
"It's my turn to show off my talents, can you take the liberty of asking the senior to cooperate with me?"
Ling Lang frowned, it's not a variety show, what kind of talent show do you want
"Why didn't I know this part existed before?"
"The plan was temporarily decided to add it."
"What do you do with you?"
The program director announced his preparations, but Feng Hao didn't have time to explain. He sat in a seated position facing the camera, slightly tilted his head towards Ling Lang, and said in a low voice, "I'll find out later."
The host said some cutscenes as usual, and after a few jokes with Feng Hao, he entered the main topic of this session.
"Feng Hao."
"Um?"
"A lot of viewers don't know you very well, after all, you're a newcomer."
"Yes."
"Would you like to take this opportunity to let everyone know you better, for example, what are your specialties, and do you sing songs for everyone?"
"Actually, I originally wanted to sing a song for everyone, but unfortunately I don't have a good throat today."
"However," he quickly changed his tone, "I can improvise a little magic trick for everyone."
"Oh?" The host expressed great interest, "What kind of magic is it? Do you need me to cooperate with you?"
"You are so active, the audience will definitely say that you are my trustee," Feng Hao joked, and the audience burst into laughter.
After everyone finished laughing, Feng Hao turned to Ling Lang and said, "If possible, I would like to ask Teacher Ling to cooperate with me."
Ling Lang's eyes clearly revealed surprise.
"What are you doing?" He privately scolded Feng Hao while the staff went to get the props.
"It's just a little magic trick, it's not difficult," Feng Hao said softly.
"I don't know what to do at all."
"Senior doesn't have to do anything, just cooperate with me."
The staff brought up the props that had been prepared, and it turned out to be a bundle of ropes.
Feng Hao took the rope and smiled, "Mr. Ling, please stand up for a while?"
Although Ling Lang didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, he couldn't refuse at this time, so he had to stand up from his seat, walked to the center of the arena, and waited to see what Feng Hao wanted to do.
"I have an ordinary rope in my hand," Feng Hao signaled the props to the audience, and handed the rope to the host to tug at it, saying that he didn't do anything.
After checking, Feng Hao walked over to Ling Lang, "Now I'm going to tie up Teacher Ling."
The staff below the stage were in a cold sweat. They had never seen such a courageous person in their 30 years of practice.
Feng Hao's movements are very skilled, and people can't help but wonder if he has practiced hard. He passed the rope behind Ling Lang's neck, let the knot cross in front of his chest, then wrapped it around Ling Lang's arm a few times, and finally fixed his hands behind him and tied a very complicated knot.
"Can you turn around and show it to the audience?"
Ling Lang turned around, and in the close-up of the camera, he could see that his hands were tied tightly.
"Can you break free?"
Ling Lang moved his hand and said that he couldn't.
Feng Hao motioned for him to turn back and picked up another piece of rope, which he also showed in front of the camera. This time, he wrapped Ling Lang's whole body in circles and tied a dead knot at his ankle.
"Try Teacher Ling, can you move now?"
Ling Lang shook his head.
"Need to check?" Feng Hao asked the host.
"Uh," the host was probably afraid of being frostbitten by Ling Lang's halo, "I believe Teacher Ling won't lie."
"Okay, next," Feng Hao picked up a black curtain and covered it in front of Ling Lang, "count down with me, three—"
The audience took it in unison, "Two—"
"one!"
Feng Hao raised his hand, the curtain was lifted, Ling Lang stood still, with two pieces of rope scattered around his feet, and there was an exclamation at the scene.
Feng Hao picked up the rope, and there was no sign of disconnection, and the audience burst into applause.
The host turned the rope over and over again curiously, and couldn't help but ask Ling Lang, "Are you really not his care?"
Ling Lang was probably the one with the calmest reaction of all, "I don't know how he did it."
"How did you do it?" the host asked curiously.
Feng Hao pressed his index finger to his mouth, "This is a trade secret."
The host was amazed for a long time, "You shouldn't be acting, you should be doing magic."
"Actually, I can only change this magic trick," Feng Hao said modestly.
"Why did you learn this magic specially?"
Feng Hao smiled and looked at Ling Lang beside him, with a pun, "I just think someone might like it."
After the recording of the show, Feng Hao followed Ling Lang back to the lounge, and took the initiative to say, "If senior wants to know the principle of that magic, I don't mind telling you."
Ling Lang doesn't seem to be interested in this at all, "If magic is revealed, it will be meaningless."
"Hey," Feng Hao sighed exaggeratedly, "I thought I could take this opportunity to practice a few more games with the seniors. This is my specialty, and I hope it will attract small fans."
Ling Lang was packing his things in an orderly manner, and what Feng Hao said seemed like a deaf ear to him.
Feng Hao's face suddenly appeared in front of Ling Lang's eyes, making Ling Lang stunned, "What are you doing?"
"Senior is worthy of being an actor," Feng Hao said with a pursed mouth.
Ling Lang frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"
"Acting skills are really good," Feng Hao stepped back with a natural expression as if he had never mentioned this topic at all, "Is the senior still not willing to tell me the phone?"
"Please come to me if you have anything..."
"Is that the agent?" Feng Hao interrupted him, "I knew you would say that. Since the senior insists so much, I won't ask for it again in the future."
He raised the car key in his hand, "I'll take you back?"
Ling Lang refused, "No, I'm driving myself."
Ling Lang was sitting in the driver's seat, but did not start the car immediately, but leaned against the back with his eyes closed. The restlessness he had caused in the studio has eased a lot, but the excited memory that Feng Hao had stirred up still remained. in the mind.
He couldn't help touching his wrist, there was no trace of the rope covering it, but it was like an invisible burn, and the skin was vaguely hot.
Only he knew that when Fang Cai Feng Hao was tying his hands, he scratched his index finger lightly on his palms. This hidden action was hidden from the camera, the host, and even himself. I don't know if the other party did it on purpose or accidentally.
If Feng Hao's previous actions were to add fuel to fire, then this action was like a fire, igniting his desires in an instant. His desire that had existed since adolescence actually became a reality in the public.
He couldn't describe how he felt at the moment when the rope was on his upper body. He only remembered that he used a lot of strength to overcome the shudder caused by excitement, and was glad that today's clothes did not make him humiliated in public.
Ten years of acting saved him, Feng Hao's praise to him may be a hint that he doesn't want to admit it, this person seems to have mastered all his deadly holes, he intuitively Feng Hao may have noticed something, but instinctively. But let him escape the truth.
Ling Lang was still struggling between self-paralysis and accepting reality, when he heard someone tap on the car window a few times, he opened his eyes, and saw the person he was thinking of standing outside the window, looking at him with a smile, Not like a man with hidden scheming at all.
He lowered the car window, and Feng Hao's voice came from outside, "Senior hasn't left yet, that's great."
"Anything?" Ling Lang asked succinctly.
Feng Hao put on a distressed expression, "I also said that I wanted to take the senior for a ride, but my car didn't catch on fire. Can I ask the senior to give me a ride?"
"… Then what about your car?"
"The agent will help me get it done later."
Feng Hao was already seated in the co-pilot. When Ling Lang started the car, he was still thinking, this is a downtown area, and it is very convenient to take a taxi. If it were someone else, would he be so kind to take him for a ride
This idea could not be verified, because apart from Feng Hao, probably no other person would make such a request to him.
Ling Lang glanced at his watch, the agent insisted that he must go to the suit shop to measure the size today, and even helped him make an appointment. In his words, he had never seen an artist wear the same outfit several times on important occasions. Was awarded the Academy Award for Hard and Simple Achievement.
Feng Hao's house and the suit shop happened to be in two directions. He wanted to rush over before the other party closed, and he didn't know if it would be too late.
At this time, Feng Hao suddenly said, "Excuse me, can I ask the senior to take me to another place?"
He reported the name of the suit shop, Ling Lang turned his head in surprise, does this person have the ability to read minds
"It's like this, I made an appointment with the store to choose clothes today, and now they're almost closed... Don't bother you?"
Ling Lang looked at him suspiciously for a while, then shook his head.
"That's good," Feng Hao said with a smile, "Why don't the senior come and have a look with me. The clothes in this store are very well made, but I don't know if I can get the senior's eyes..."
Ling Lang interrupted him, "I happen to be going there too."
"Really?" Feng Hao said unexpectedly happily, "That's really a coincidence."
A quarter of an hour later, the two appeared at the door of the suit shop. The clerk here was well-trained, and they only treated a star like Ling Lang with courtesy.
Ling Lang simply chose two types. When a clerk came up to measure him, Feng Hao folded his arms and looked at him with a smile. Ling Lang always felt that the gaze was on him, as if he had no clothes on. He was very uncomfortable.
"Why don't you measure it?" Ling Lang asked.
Feng Hao didn't answer, the clerk answered for him, "Mr. Feng is our regular customer, we have recorded his size long ago."
As the clerk spoke, he nimbly measured him with a ruler. More and more data were recorded on the paper, and he saw that only the last item was left.
Feng Hao walked over and took the tape measure from the clerk's hand. Just when Ling Lang was wondering, the tape was wrapped around his neck.
The two were so close that they would stick to each other's bodies if they took half a step forward. Feng Hao lowered his eyelids and glanced at him. He was slightly taller than Ling Lang, but this action created an illusion for Ling Lang. It seemed that the other party was much taller than him, tall enough to look down at him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be teasing.
"Thirty-eight," Feng Hao read out the value, the clerk immediately wrote it on the notebook, Ling Lang quickly took a step back after the soft ruler was released, it seemed that only such a distance would have a sense of security, Feng Hao just smiled when he saw this Laughing and returning the ruler to the clerk.
After leaving the store, Feng Hao consciously got into the co-pilot, Ling Lang started the car, and drove directly to Feng Hao's house. If the manager saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked.
After driving for a while, Ling Lang suddenly hit the steering wheel, and the vehicle rushed in the opposite direction.
"What's wrong?" Feng Hao realized that something had happened.
Ling Lang glanced at the rearview mirror lightly, "Paparazzi."