"Accidental explosion occurred in Hushuo Film and Television City, many actors and crew were injured, the cause of the explosion is still under investigation, the police are suspected of being man-made" "Let me, let me," the agent used his milk strength to push away the reporter who became a bee in front of him .
"How is Ling Lang's injury?"
"It is said that Feng Hao was seriously injured, is there any danger to his life?"
"Is the cause of the explosion man-made or a malfunction? Why hasn't the media been given an explanation until now?"
"An explanation? I still want an explanation, who can give me an explanation?" The agent struggled to move forward another meter, "Please get out of the way!"
The reporter chased after him, "A witness claimed that Feng Hao was injured to protect Ling Lang. Is this true? How far has the relationship between these two people progressed?"
The manager was angry, "You still hold on to this kind of problem at this time. Is gossip so important to you? Is it more important than the life of an artist? In your hearts, the value of a star is to create scandals, right? They It doesn't matter if it's alive or dead, right? You can't let the patient be quiet!"
The reporters were startled by his aggressiveness. While they were in a daze, the agent took three steps in parallel, quickly escaped from the group of reporters, and rushed into the hospital.
He silently pushed open the door of the ward, and the room was as quiet as no one else. Ling Lang sat in front of the hospital bed with his fingers crossed against his lips. He remembered that Ling Lang was in this posture when he left, not even looking in the direction of his eyes. Make a change.
The person sitting on the hospital bed was Feng Hao. His expression was as calm as if he had fallen asleep. He couldn't see his eyes because of the gauze wrapped around them, and the once bright eyes were covered in layers. After wrapping it up, the agent forced himself to look away after only one glance, pressing down on the sudden burst of sadness.
"How's it going?" It was Feng Hao who asked, even though the agent's movements were too light, he was still aware of it.
The agent controlled his emotions for a moment, "What else can be done, the media is in a mess, the murderer has not been found, the studio has been blocked, and the police have recorded a statement for everyone present that day, and it is estimated that they will be here soon."
"What about the rest?"
"The door is the center of the explosion, but the people inside were not seriously injured. Except for Wu Guanfeng, he was the one closest to the explosion, and he didn't escape in time. Fortunately, he didn't die."
Feng Hao was still in the mood to joke, "I asked the doctor to tell him to avoid intercourse within three months. It seems that this period will be extended."
The agent couldn't laugh at all. Although Wu Guanfeng's injuries were serious, they were all injuries that could be healed over time, but Feng Hao's eyes were injured by explosives. The outcome is still unknown.
He swallowed, only to feel that the air pressure in the ward was so low that he would suffocate if he stayed for another second, so he quickly made an excuse to escape, "I'll go ask the doctor what to say."
Feng Hao nodded with a smile, Ling Lang remained the same from beginning to end, as if his entire body had become a fossil.
There were only two people left in the ward again, Feng Hao's hand reached out to the side, Ling Lang realized that he was looking for him, and immediately held his hand with both hands.
"What?" he asked.
Feng Hao in turn comforted him, "Relax, the situation may not be as bad as you think, the doctor hasn't come to a conclusion yet, right?"
Ling Lang held his hand tightly, Feng Hao could feel the hand trembling slightly.
"Okay, it's okay," he touched his head with his free hand, as usual, "I still have you."
His voice sounded particularly relaxed, "Don't forget, the Golden Retriever is the most competent guide dog for the blind."
"I'm incompetent at all," Ling Lang bit his lower lip, his eyes full of annoyance, "I was supposed to protect the master, but I was protected by the master instead."
Feng Hao laughed, "Perhaps it is like that in your perception, but in my opinion, protecting pets is also the owner's responsibility."
"but… "
"Forget it, don't worry about such trivial matters," Feng Hao changed the subject, "Can you listen to music?"
Ling Lang didn't understand why he suddenly asked this question, "A little bit."
"I don't know why, but the loss of vision has made my inspiration more active. There has been a melody lingering in my mind since the beginning. Before I forget it, I want to jot it down."
Ling Lang understood, got up and took the pen and paper, Feng Hao hummed softly, he quickly recorded each note on the paper, the note contained infinite vitality, and gradually connected into a beating movement.
Feng Hao sang it over and over again, and Ling Lang memorized the entire score little by little, and sang it silently in his heart.
"How is it?" Feng Hao asked.
"It sounds good," Ling Lang pondered for a while, then added, "It's very powerful."
Feng Hao couldn't help laughing, "This is a lyrical song."
"I know, even though I don't know much about pop music, it just makes people feel empowered."
"Okay then," Feng Hao smiled, "use my mobile phone to call my music producer. I guess the movie won't start work in a short period of time, so you might as well find something to do during this time."
"But your body..."
"I just can't see," Feng Hao interrupted him gently, "My mouth can still sing, and my ears can still hear. Besides, I still have you, and you are my eyes."
Ling Lang stared at him for a while, silently doing what he said.
The music producer was summoned to the hospital after a phone call, "I'm going to make you a first-class model worker. I swear I'll never find another artist with such dedication," he said as soon as he entered the door, before he had time to ask. Feng Hao's injury.
"Are your eyes seriously injured?" He walked to the bedside and cared about Qi Feng Hao's condition.
"It's okay," Feng Hao casually jumped over, motioning Ling Lang to hand over the score to the other party.
The producer is a person with a lot of music. When he sees the score, he forgets everything and devotes himself to it wholeheartedly.
Humming it from beginning to end, the producer slapped his thigh, "It's great, this song is just..." He pondered the words for a long time, "It's full of infinite power!"
Feng Hao squeezed Ling Lang's hand, who immediately understood what he meant.
"What are you going to call this song?"
Feng Hao thought for a while, "Be My Eyes."
The producer snorted, "A big like, I'll find someone to arrange and compose the lyrics when I go back, but can you record songs in this state?"
Feng Hao replied with a smile, "No problem."
"That's good," his eyes fell on the hands they held tightly again, "I can even make up the picture of the MV, but I don't know..."
Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Feng Hao simply asked, "I don't know what?"
The producer ripped off his hair. Ling Lang is in the film and television industry. He has never made friends with him, but he has also heard of this person's uneasy personality. "I wonder if Teacher Ling is willing to appear in friendship?"
Feng Hao raised the corners of his lips and tilted his head slightly towards Ling Lang, "Do I have the honor to invite you to be the male lead of my MV?"
Ling Lang replied without thinking, "My pleasure."
The producer raised his eyebrows, surprised, but he didn't say anything, just waved the score in his hand and left.
When the agent came back, he was shocked to hear that these two lunatics were going to go back to work again, "I don't usually see you guys being so active. Notices are always pushed as soon as they want. Now that the production crew is shut down, why don't you take good care of yourself?"
"It's alright," Feng Hao replied, "it's just to record a song, it won't delay the injury. Besides, the doctor doesn't say anything, and it will take some time to observe, can't the operation temporarily? Find something to do for yourself, just disperse. energy."
The manager glanced at Ling Lang unnaturally, he knew that Feng Hao did this mostly to distract Ling Lang's energy, so he couldn't refuse, so he had to exhort, "Then you must be careful? There are too many journalists to deal with, and drivers and assistants have to be around 24/7 wherever they go.”
Feng Hao agreed immediately, "As per your order, Eunuch Ji."
"Who is Eunuch Ji?!"
The efficiency of the music producer has broken through the sky. The arrangement and lyrics were completed in just one week. The polished song sounds more beautiful. The lyrics composed by the gold medalist are simple, poignant and catchy. The producer is full of praise and guarantees this song. Once launched, it will definitely steal the limelight in the Chinese music scene.
"But we have to endure it first, and wait for the MV to be released together after filming. The two-pronged approach is the most impactful. I want everyone's eyes and ears to be shocked at the same time!"
Feng Hao sat in a wheelchair, pushed by Ling Lang, and walked through the record company's long corridor covered with a dark red carpet. Hearing the producer's rhetoric, Feng Hao couldn't help laughing, "Thank you for your blessing."
Ling Lang took Feng Hao's hand and led him to the recording room. He raised his hand and placed it on the microphone. Feng Hao nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
Ling Lang backed out, the melodious piano sounded, and through a glass, he stared at Feng Hao on the opposite side. This was the first time he had listened to Feng Hao's live recording. He stood there and sang quietly, without any exaggerated movements or expressions. His whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of light, and a string of notes was like running water. It poured out from between his lips and teeth, and flowed into Ling Lang's heart.
The recording was exceptionally smooth, and after singing it several times, even the always demanding music supervisor felt impeccable.
"We are probably about to set a record in the history of pop music. I'm going to send the master tape to the post-production stage now. The shed is set up over the MV, and the script is here." After he finished, he put a thin folder Hand it to Ling Lang.
"That… "
Before he could say a word, the staff of the recording studio rushed in in a panic. "The news that they are here somehow got out. Now the front and back doors are blocked by reporters, and they can't get out."
The producer was taken aback, "How come these reporters' noses are like dogs?" He lowered his head and asked Feng Hao, "Then what should we do now?"
Feng Hao put his hand on his shoulder, Ling Lang immediately grasped it knowingly.
"What do you think?" Feng Hao asked for his opinion.
Ling Lang pondered for a while, "Go to the main entrance."
Everyone in the recording studio looked at the backs of the two leaving and exchanged glances. Avoid worldly eyes.
The reporters stood guard at the door, but no one expected that Ling Lang would push Feng Hao out of the main entrance in a grand manner. All of a sudden, the flashes flashed, countless camera microphones were aimed at the two, and the voice of questioning One after another, without a second gap.
Under the guidance of the security guard, Ling Lang pushed the wheelchair forward at an extremely slow speed. Facing the reporter's question, he kept his eyes down and said nothing, as if the noise around him didn't exist at all.
Feng Hao didn't speak either, and there was a faint smile on his lips from beginning to end, as if the accident took away not only his vision, but also his hearing and his voice.
In the extremely noisy environment, the two silent people moved forward firmly, towards a goal, even if the speed was slow, they could reach the end.
In the bustling business district, everyone inevitably saw the live broadcast on the huge LED screen, "Look, it's Ling Lang and Feng Hao!"
"My God, what happened to Feng Hao's eyes?" Someone soon discovered Feng Hao's abnormality.
"Will he be okay?"
Passersby stopped and looked up, and the two looked indifferent on the screen, as if they were in another world, and everything around them had nothing to do with them.
The reporters were getting more and more brutal, and the reporters at the back door rushed to hear the news when they heard the news, blocking the way forward.
He raised his eyes, his expression changed for the first time since he left the door of the record company. The reporter thought he was finally about to speak, and gradually became quiet. The only sound of shutters in the scene of hundreds of people was clicking.
Ling Lang said, "Please move away."
The reporters looked at each other, wondering for a while what was the correct response.
"Get out of the way," he repeated again, the low volume clearly reaching everyone's ears, full of irresistible determination.
Slowly, some reporters started to dodge backwards, and then more and more, until a passage appeared in front of the two of them.
Ling Lang continued to push Feng Hao through the passage silently, everyone was shocked by the aura emanating from Ling Lang, no one asked another question, and watched the two slowly walk out of the crowd. Some reporters followed unwillingly, but no one dared to interrupt, until the two got into the nanny car that had been parked at the door and walked away.
Many passersby who saw this scene through the LED screen couldn't help covering their mouths.