The script of the MV is extremely simple, one is a blind pianist, and the other is a gay man who protects him. Ling Lang turned the page over and over to read it several times, and couldn't think of a better fit than this. is set.
The shooting scene is also clean, with an empty room, bright floor-to-ceiling windows, and a translucent white gauze curtain that droops quietly. A pure white grand piano is placed in the center of the room, and the four legs of a wooden bench of the same color are bent into an elegant arc.
Ling Lang took Feng Hao's hand and led him to every corner of the room, describing everything in front of him in a low voice. Feng Hao slowly flicked the keys of the piano, and nodded slightly with a smile under his explanation. . The staff stopped their work and looked here. The two people just stood there, forming a beautiful picture.
Both of them put on white clothes, which blended in with the environment of the room. The gauze on Feng Hao's eyes could not be removed, which made the whole person have a morbid beauty.
Feng Hao sat in front of the piano, raised his wrist, first Ruo You Ruo Wu played a few notes, and then a series of melodious melodies flowed from his fingertips and spread throughout the room. The sound of the piano touched the white wall and then scattered and reflected, until it filled all the emptiness and filled the empty heart of the person.
Only then did Ling Lang know that Feng Hao could still play the piano. His slender fingers danced on the black and white keys, sometimes masculine and powerful, sometimes jumping cheerfully, sometimes gentle like water, so that people couldn't move their eyes, it seemed like It's like a dream, it sounds like a dream.
According to the design of the script, Ling Lang should stand by the piano and look down at all this. But after a while, he walked around between Feng Hao and the camera, sat down on the piano bench, hugged his knees, and fell into contemplation.
The MV director's eyes lit up, and he instructed the cameraman to push the camera toward him little by little. He was barefoot and his ankles were exposed in the air. He obviously didn't have any exposed scales, but for a while, it made people feel sexy and amazing.
In the blurred background behind him, Feng Hao's white leather shoes are rising and falling on the pedals, adding a bit of agility to this peaceful picture.
The last final sound fell, Feng Hao sat quietly for a while in the ending position, and fumbled to get up, Ling Lang slowly raised his head, but did not help him, but watched him step by step towards the window.
Feng Hao stretched out his hand until his fingertips felt the coolness of the glass, and his footsteps stopped. If he didn't look into his eyes, he would only feel that he was just staring at the scenery outside the window. Two people, one standing and one sitting, one looking out of the window, one looking at each other, one reflecting each other in their eyes, and one keeping each other in their hearts.
As soon as the camera turned, Ling Lang appeared behind Feng Hao. He also imitated the other and stretched out his hand, covering Feng Hao's palm. Feng Hao's palm was against the cold window. The temperature of the man came from the back of his hand. He slowly clasped his five fingers, and received the same response from Feng Hao. The two intertwined their fingers, Ling Lang closed his eyes and buried his head in Feng Hao's neck.
Time seemed to stand still for this second, and several epochs passed in a blink of an eye outside the window, from the bright sunshine to the thunder and lightning, the gale forcefully rolled up the gauze curtains and fluttered, and the snowflakes fell one after another. That moment became eternity.
Everyone around was stunned, the assistant poked the director, and the latter suddenly woke up and stopped excitedly.
"I, I suddenly got inspiration, I want to add a scene, add a scene, I don't know, I don't know you two..." The director stuttered inexplicably.
Ling Lang said nothing and waited for his next words.
"That's right, I want that, the scale is bigger, no, it's not for pornography, it really is," the director scratched his head painfully, he is not a newcomer in the circle, this is the first time it is so embarrassing, "I think I can't think of a better way to express the beauty of the pursuit."
Ling Lang turned to look at Feng Hao, saw that he had not objected, turned to the director again, and nodded.
The two reappeared in front of the camera, their upper bodies already naked, revealing masculine lines and tight muscles.
The director was inexplicably moved. He had completely forgotten that he was shooting the MV for Feng Hao, and really regarded it as his own work of art. He instructed the camera to control the lens above the shoulder line of the two of them. Slightly erotic.
The two stood in place, and the director gave them an OK gesture. With a beep, the camera started, and the red REC flashed regularly on the monitor screen, recording everything in the camera's eyes.
Ling Lang slowly embraced Feng Hao from behind, the two naked bodies fit seamlessly and tightly together, and the muscle lines changed smoothly, outlining the outline of the two of them being firm and soft. Feng Hao had done this familiar action to him countless times. It was the first time that he hugged Feng Hao like this. Every time Feng Hao hugged him like this, it gave him an infinite sense of security. However, this time, he also wanted to Firmly guard each other.
He pressed the Adam's apple on the back of Feng Hao's neck and wriggled. He believed that Feng Hao must have felt it too. He tightened his embrace, for fear that the embrace in his arms was just an ethereal dream that would turn into a bubble and disappear in the blink of an eye. not see.
As if feeling the restlessness in his heart, Feng Hao raised his left hand, patted his arm lightly, and stayed there, pouring energy into his body endlessly.
The gauze curtain was drawn, and the figures of the two people became hazy, and their movements could be vaguely seen, but it was like looking at flowers in the fog and looking at the moon in the water, and it was impossible to see them clearly.
They lingered on one end of the gauze curtain, arousing people's infinite reverie on the other end of the gauze curtain.
In the last scene of the MV, Ling Lang stood on tiptoe and placed a kiss on Feng Hao's eyes in the backlight behind the gauze curtain. In a place where no one heard, Ling Lang heard Feng Hao's ear. Lang murmured in a low voice.
Let me be your eyes, may I Feng Hao's mouth slightly raised.
Sure.
As soon as Ling Lang entered the house, he knelt down and put on his slippers for Feng Hao, and then helped him to sit on the sofa. In order to prevent him from getting bored, he turned on the TV for him, put the remote control by his hand, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner by himself. .
Since Feng Hao's eye injury, all the housework has become Ling Lang's responsibility. He hasn't played with the kitchen things when Feng Hao was at home for a long time. At first, he was a little handicapped, but these days he slowly recovered. feel.
All he cooked was food that was convenient for Feng Hao to eat. The meat and vegetables were cut into cubes so that they could be easily forked with a fork. Feng Hao insisted that he would not feed him, so he had to work hard in this regard.
"Your cooking skills are improving every day," Feng Hao praised after taking a sip.
"I just picked up the waste craftsmanship," Ling Lang thought for a while, "I will also cook a lot of dishes, and I will cook them for you."
Feng Hao smiled and said, "It's like I can't cook in the future."
Ling Lang was silent, Feng Hao noticed his abnormality, put down his fork, and groped for his hand, Ling Lang immediately put his hand in his palm.
"You have to have confidence in your master. Even if I really can't see anymore, it doesn't mean I can't cook. I lost a pair of eyes, but it doesn't mean I'm a waste."
Ling Lang's nose was sore, he forced the feeling down, shook the other person's hand instead, and whispered something to eat.
After dinner, Ling Lang cleaned up the dining room and went back to the living room to watch TV with Feng Hao. I don't know when there was another show on TV, and there was a youth idol drama full of dog blood. The male protagonist had leukemia.
"Haven't you thought that if you do this, it will make her even more sad?" The female supporting role did not agree with his idea.
"No matter how sad I am, I will never be sad to see me leave this world with my own eyes," the male protagonist looked up at the starry sky melancholy at a forty-five-degree angle, "I can't continue to delay her happiness like this, she deserves a better future. "
He lowered his head again, "Perhaps, she will be sad and painful for a while, but in the near future, there will be a better man who will love her instead of me."
Ling Lang was inexplicably agitated, he grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV with a snap.
Feng Hao showed a smile. He didn't ask Ling Lang why he suddenly turned off the TV. Even if he couldn't see it, he could understand everything.
"Shall I read the newspaper to you?" Ling Lang suggested.
Feng Hao nodded.
Ling Lang fetched the newspaper of the day and turned to the entertainment page first by conditioned reflex. Not surprisingly, the two of them occupied two-thirds of the front page, and the other third was about Wu Guanfeng.
Seeing that Ling Lang didn't speak for a while, Feng Hao took the initiative to ask, "What's the news?"
Ling Lang quickly scanned the news next to him, "Wu Guanfeng can turn over now."
Feng Hao smiled, "Not bad progress."
Ling Lang turned over the entertainment page and began to read the social version. Feng Hao listened quietly, occasionally commenting on a sentence or two, until there was no news about the two of them in the newspaper anymore.
Ling Lang put away the newspaper and was just about to do something with the two of them when Feng Hao said, "Would you like to push me to the park?"
There was a park near Feng Hao's house, and there were many people coming and going, but Ling Lang and the others had never visited. Their status as stars deprived them of a lot of freedom, even including the simple desire to visit the park.
The sun was setting and the breeze was cool. It was a good time to walk in the park. Today, Ling Lang and Feng Hao were more eye-catching than usual. One of them was sitting in a wheelchair blindfolded, and the other slowly pushed each other forward. , almost attracted the attention of everyone in the park, and immediately someone recognized them, whispering privately, hesitating whether to come forward.
Ling Lang pushed Feng Hao all the way to the lake as if no one else was beside him, he also sat down on the bench, the lake was sparkling and the mist was flowing. long silhouette.
This picturesque scene made the hesitant people give up their thoughts. No one stepped forward to disturb them, and everyone looked at it from a distance. The harmonious and quiet coexistence between the two seemed to be no longer able to accommodate the third person. exist.