"How is it, do you feel better today?" The agent pushed the door and entered, which was different from before. Now every time he opens the door, his heart is full of hope.
Seeing the people in the house, the agent was first surprised and then overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "Are you ready to go down?"
Ling Lang stood with one hand against the wall, obviously still weak, but at least he took a big step forward.
"Don't worry, you haven't recovered yet, take your time," the agent put him back on the bed.
Ling Lang shook his head, "There's no time."
"What's the lack of time?" The agent was taken aback.
Ling Lang didn't answer him, but instead asked, "What's so happy about it?"
The agent patted his face, so his happiness was written on his face? He took out the newspaper tucked under his arm, "Elidan has been caught."
Ling Lang didn't understand, "Who?"
"Yi Lidan," the agent said cheerfully, "it turns out that this guy continued to do a lot of evil after he escaped from the country. This time he was finally caught by the police and the underworld forces behind him.
"And a woman surnamed Qiao was also sentenced the day before yesterday, do you know? It turns out that the two of them are actually a group."
"On the day of the trial, some extreme fans were fined for maliciously causing trouble at the door of the court, but don't worry, it's not yours, it's Wu Guanfeng's."
Ling Lang silently read the newspaper and put it aside without saying anything.
"I want to go out for a walk."
The manager was a little surprised by Ling Lang's calmness, but he still nodded, "Oh, okay."
The manager pushed the wheelchair and carefully helped Ling Lang up. Recently, he discovered a remote door in the hospital, which was a blind spot for reporters. Thanks to this door, Ling Lang was able to bask in the sun for a while in the courtyard every day.
Passing through the small door, the manager pushed Ling Lang to walk slowly in the yard, and when he came to a place, the person in the wheelchair made a stop gesture.
Even if he didn't do it, the manager knew where to stop. When he pushed Ling Lang past here for the first time, he unexpectedly found that from this angle, he could see the station across the street.
Perhaps because the neighborhood is a hospital, a giant public welfare poster was posted on the advertising column of the station. On the poster, Feng Hao and the Golden Retriever looked at each other intimately, but if you look closely, you will find that Feng Hao's eyes are not open at all.
It was during Feng Hao's blindness period that he acted as a public interest endorsement for the guide dog, and Ling Lang personally pushed him to shoot.
After discovering this stop sign, Ling Lang, accompanied by his manager, would come here every day, staring at Feng Hao's poster for a long time.
At first, the manager was a little worried about him seeing things and thinking about people, but Ling Lang's situation seemed to be a day by day, and his heart slowly calmed down.
The agent was in a particularly good mood today, and he found a topic to chat with Ling Lang, "Have you seen the movie "Hachiko of the Loyal Dog"?"
Ling Lang shook his head.
"It's about an old professor who adopted a stray dog and named it Hachiko."
"Hachiko has a very good relationship with the old professor. Every morning the professor takes the train to class, and Hachiko takes him to the station and picks him up at night."
"But after the old professor left it that day, he had a heart attack on the school podium and never came back."
Having said this, the agent suddenly realized that the story was out of date. He must have had his brain flooded to talk about this with Ling Lang, and the poster must be misleading.
"Go on," Ling Lang took the initiative to speak when he saw that he didn't say anything.
Hearing what he said, the agent had no choice but to continue, "Hachiko... he went on a hunger strike for three days and three nights. From then on, he waited at the train station every day after get off work, waiting for his owner to come home, for ten years, rain or shine."
"Until one day, he saw the old professor get off the train, walked up to it, and said to it, Hi, Hachiko!"
"At that moment, it closed its eyes with satisfaction."
After the agent finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Ling Lang and jumped up in surprise.
"you laughed?"
"Really?" Ling Lang shifted his gaze from the stop sign to the manager. Although his expression changed slightly, he could still recognize that it was a smile.
"You actually laughed?!" The agent repeated in disbelief. This was the first time he saw a smile on Ling Lang's face after Feng Hao left.
"I just think this story is very good," the faint smile still remained on his face, "I really want to take a look at it if I have the chance."
"Oh," the agent looked at Ling Lang dumbfoundedly, "What's so difficult about this, I have this disc at home, and I'll show it to you when I'm discharged from the hospital."
Ling Lang nodded lightly, then cast his gaze back to the direction just now. The manager stared at him blankly, his eyes were so familiar at the moment, in a trance, Ling Lang's figure overlapped with Hachiko waiting at the train station, and he couldn't tell them apart.
Day by day, Ling Lang recovered at an astonishing speed, and even the doctor said that he was a little too hasty.
"Although I also wish you a speedy recovery, your body was too weak before, and you need to take it slowly," the doctor said worriedly, looking at Ling Lang, who had already overrun the rehabilitation exercise.
"There is no time," Ling Lang replied the same.
"You always say you don't have time," the agent finally couldn't help but ask, "Is there really no time left?"
Ling Lang relied on his own efforts to take another step, and now he can walk tens of meters steadily.
"The time until the awards ceremony starts," he replied.
The biggest annual celebration in the film and television industry kicked off. On the red carpet-covered Avenue of Stars, hundreds of celebrities will pass by tonight.
In the dressing room, despite having done enough psychological preparation, the makeup artist who had been away for a long time saw Ling Lang for the first time, and still couldn't help covering his mouth in surprise.
"Don't have that expression," Ling Lang read through her thoughts, "I've worked hard, but I can't make a fat man in one bite."
The makeup artist had no choice but to comfort him, "Actually, if the cheekbones are modified here, it won't look so thin after taking pictures."
"Then please."
The makeup artist shook her hands, and the powder she just picked up almost fell off.
"I'm really not used to you being so polite all of a sudden."
"Then please do your best," Ling Lang calmly said, "If this is my last time on stage to accept the award, I also hope that I can make a good impression in front of the camera."
"Bah, bah, crow's mouth," the agent interrupted, "how can it be the last time, you are still so young, and there are countless opportunities in the future, not to mention this podium, Oscar, Nobel, in the future we will all To go again."
Ling Lang closed his eyes and let the makeup artist smear on his face, "It's just an assumption."
The place of makeup is only a few steps away from the party scene, but there is still a special car waiting at the door.
The brokerage company made a big deal for Ling Lang this time. The lengthened black luxury car showed the dignity of the person in the car.
The manager seemed even more nervous than Ling Lang, checking his appearance over and over again.
"Wait if it's you who won the award, I've already written the acceptance speech for you. Remember to memorize it in advance."
He stuffed him a small note, along with Ling Lang's cell phone, "After entering, remember to mute your cell phone."
"Will you call me halfway through?"
The agent was startled, "It shouldn't be."
"Then what else is necessary to mute."
Before the agent could ponder the meaning of this sentence, the car slowly drove to its destination.
Artists dressed in full costumes walked the red carpet with graceful or steady steps, some alone, some with female companions.
The manager finally examined Ling Lang from head to toe. He was thin, but his aura remained unchanged. He was still the Iceberg Movie Emperor he was familiar with.
"Go, you can do it," he blurted out from the bottom of his heart. Several years ago, when Ling Lang first set foot on this passage, he encouraged Ling Lang like this. A few years later, Ling Lang has become a frequent visitor on this red carpet, but he is still the young bird in his heart that is ready to fly.
The car door opened, and the focus of the audience converged here. The youngest actor in the contemporary entertainment industry appeared in front of the public for the first time in more than a month, and his expression was as arrogant as ever.
The enthusiastic reception failed to melt the iceberg for half a minute. He walked through the crowds on both sides without squinting, stepping on the straight line to the left of the center of the red carpet, and walked over step by step.
"Did he go astray?" Looking at Ling Lang's back, the assistant asked uncertainly.
"No," the agent also looked at his back, "he just didn't walk over alone."
The venue of the award ceremony was crowded as in previous years. The auditorium on the first floor was full of entertainers and guests, and there were some vacant VIP seats on the second floor.
The crew of "Prison Breakback Ocean II" is undoubtedly this year's winner, winning almost every major award. Every time the nominated film clips are played, the faces of Ling Lang and Feng Hao flash across the screen.
After a period of performance, the party finally ushered in the climax that everyone expected.
The winners opened the envelope in their hands, "The best actor nominee is Ling Lang, "Prison Breakback Ocean II".
On the screen, Ling Lang looked back and smiled faintly. It was the last glimpse of his character in the world. It was praised by film critics as the most stunning scene of the year on the screen, which touched the hearts of countless moviegoers.
After looking back, the guests continued to read, "Feng Hao, "Prison Breakback Ocean II".
Everyone was surprised, this is the first time in history that two actors in a film have been nominated for best actor at the same time, perhaps because both of them are starring, and no one is supporting the other.
On the screen, there was not even an edit, and it was broadcasted directly along the scene just now. Feng Hao stood alone on the edge of the cliff, the shock and anger in his eyes had disappeared, and sorrow and remorse quietly rose from the bottom of his eyes.
Soon, however, even the last remaining human emotion has escaped without a trace, the character is still breathing, but his life has come to an end.
Ling Lang in the audience calmly watched the replay of the video. He came here to complete the last task in his life. Once that's done, you can go after your deceased master without worries.
Those were the words Mr. Mo left in his ear when he closed himself in a dream.
- Didn't you always want to repay me? I want you to attend the awards party in half a month. This is my last request to you. After completion, everything you owe me will be repaid, and I will never interfere whether you live or die.
"The final winner is—" The winner of the lottery held a long tone in order to create suspense. The camera facing Ling Lang was already ready to cut into the close-up, and Ling Lang raised his eyes slightly at this time.
"Ling Lang, "Prison Breakback Ocean II"! Congratulations!"
The applause sounded like thunder, Ling Lang got up from his seat and walked steadily to the stage under everyone's attention.
The journey was not long, but for the weak Ling Lang, every step burned his limited physical strength. After he woke up, all his efforts were to walk the last part of his life with his head held high.
Taking the trophy from the presenters, Ling Lang nodded slightly towards the audience.
He opened the small note in his palm. His agent knew him best. There were only three concise sentences on it.
"Thank you to the organizing committee for this honor," he finished the first sentence.
"Thank you to the director, screenwriter, and every member of the crew," the agent shook hands nervously off the stage. It was already the second sentence. After reading the third sentence safely, you can leave the stage and bow. No more surprises.
Ling Lang on the stage did not speak at this time, and the unidentified audience below the stage thought that this was all the thank-you speeches of the actor who cherished his words like gold, and they applauded one after another.
What about the third sentence? The agent raised his head in confusion, what about the third sentence? Could it be that my handwriting is too sloppy to read
When the applause ended, Ling Lang still did not step down, and everyone immediately understood that there was still something to say.
The agent breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he wanted to focus on the back, which was meant to be emphasized.
The venue was quiet again, and everyone was looking forward to what the actor would say.
Ling Lang looked at the palm of his hand, re-crunched the note that said thank you to my manager, and held it in his hand.
"I also want to thank two people..."
The economic man was stunned when he heard that, right? The third sentence is not like this, thanks to my agent
Ling Lang's voice echoed through the loudspeaker, slowly resounding through the venue, "One is my benefactor, without him, I wouldn't have what I have achieved today."
"One is my love, without him, everything I've achieved is meaningless."
He tightened the trophy in his hand, "but unfortunately, the two people with whom I most want to share this award cannot be here today..."
No one spoke, no one applauded, and the auditorium with thousands of people seemed to fall into dead silence.
"Jingle bell bell bell..."
A faint bell rang, and Ling Lang raised his head, thinking that he had auditory hallucinations.
"Jingle bell bell bell..."
The bell rang again, so clear and real.
Ling Lang put his hands into his arms in disbelief. If hearing deceived him, how could vision appear at the same time
He stared at the caller's name for a while, and then he held the phone to his ear in a trance.
"Look up," he said.
Ling Lang raised his head mechanically. On the VIP seat on the second floor in front of him, a figure stood there with one hand in his pocket. Seeing that the other party's gaze caught him, he shook the phone in his hand.
Before everyone could react to what happened, the man on the stage rushed down like a wind, crossed the aisle, and disappeared at the exit. The reporter with quick eyes and quick hands quickly noticed something was wrong and followed him immediately.
The agent looked at his leaving back, thinking over and over again that it was wrong, the script was not written like this, thank my agent for not saying it yet, why did you run away
Ling Lang had only one thought left in his mind at this moment. He forgot the occasion and his exhaustion, and rushed up to the second floor desperately, followed by the reporter holding the camera.
A door opened quietly, whoever stood there was already a passerby to Ling Lang, he rushed to the door, but stopped again.
The sudden running has reached the limit of the body's load, the chest is heaving violently, the heart is beating in the brain, mixed with the rapid gasping sound, which resonates in the eardrum.
However, his body couldn't feel these anymore. Expectation and fear controlled the speed of his progress. The destination was close at hand, but every step he took became more and more difficult.
He finally came to the door, and the familiar back that caught his eye made him haunt his dreams for so many days and nights.
The man turned around slowly, his eyes so gentle that he could see water.
"I am back."
Feng Hao's lingering voice didn't fall, but he felt a huge momentum coming towards him, almost knocking him back.
When the person who opened the door just now saw Ling Lang rushing in, he turned around and closed the door, shutting all the reporters out.
Ling Lang hugged the neck of the person in front of him tightly and buried his head in the socket of the other person's neck. It seemed that this was just an unreal illusion, and it would disappear as soon as he let go.
Feng Hao was suffocated by him, but he didn't stop it, standing straight in the same place, letting him hug him.
"WOO," he teased, "my puppy like an iceberg exploded with so much enthusiasm, I couldn't resist."
He glanced at the audience, "This is a live broadcast, the whole world is watching."
"It's because someone is watching," Ling Lang's voice was dull, "If there is no one, I will kneel down for you now."
Feng Hao laughed out loud because of his words, "If you really have to kneel, I'd be reluctant to hit you again."
Ling Lang hugged tighter, "I hope you can hit me once, so that I can know if I'm dreaming now."
He let go of his hand and stared at Feng Hao, "Hachiko saw the master's vision before he died, should I die too?"
Feng Hao stroked Ling Lang's cheek with one hand, "Hachiko has to be with his master forever."
His fingers crossed the other's thin, knife-cut outline, "And so do you."
Feng Hao took Ling Lang's hand and clasped his fingers together, "You haven't finished your acceptance speech, why don't you continue?"
Ling Lang appeared on the stage once again, and the right person finally stood beside him.
The tidal wave of applause gradually dissipated, Ling Lang looked around, then looked down at the stands, and opened his mouth with satisfaction.
"Thanks to my agent."