"Card!"
"Card!"
"Card!!!"
The director stuck his head out helplessly, "Ling Lang, are you feeling unwell today?"
Ling Lang shook his head, his face was very bad, "I'm sorry."
The agent leaned forward, "How many times?"
The assistant counted the right strokes on the paper, "Not counting the beginning, these few shots add up to forty-one times."
"Are you about to break the record?"
"Um."
Feng Hao also cared about Ling Lang earnestly, "Senior, are you all right? Your face is not good, isn't it too cold?"
Ling Lang avoided his sight. The person he was most afraid to face right now was Feng Hao, but whenever there was a scene where he had eye contact with the other person, he would not be able to do it smoothly.
"I'm a little tired, can I rest?" Ling Lang asked.
"Oh... ok," the director waved his hand, "fifteen minutes to rest."
The assistant was particularly surprised, "Do you think today's Ling Lang is abnormal?"
The agent nodded, "It's very abnormal. When did you ask him for instructions before taking a break? They just leave whenever they want."
The assistant pinched his chin thoughtfully, "Could it be that there is a conflict with the one over there?"
The eyes of the two of them turned to the distance at the same time, Feng Hao was holding a coat and wanted to put it on Ling Lang, but the latter was obviously avoiding it.
"Senior, put on your coat."
"No need," Ling Lang quickly walked forward without looking back.
"It's going to get cold."
"I said no more."
"Obviously it was the senior who said it first. It's a job to ask me to be polite. I can't regret it in a blink of an eye because I said something on the senior's mind?"
Ling Lang stopped and Feng Hao stepped forward and wrapped him in clothes.
"Okay, don't be petty anymore, it's not shameful to do this kind of thing," Feng Hao turned to him, "Did the senior also feel the same when filming the undercover policeman?"
Ling Lang's fingers trembled, whether it was the cold weather or the fear of secret exposure.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Feng Hao's fingers slid across the other's face, "Honey, let me see if the beating hurts."
The two stood far away from the crowd, and no one could hear the conversation between the two, but this action was really seen.
Rao is the strict discipline of the crew, and at this moment, many people couldn't help but secretly took out their mobile phones.
"Who allowed you to secretly film? Have you forgotten the rules in the crew?" The director tapped the script on the head of the assistant director again.
The deputy director covered his head aggrievedly, "Director, the pixel of the phone you use is higher than mine."
"If you shoot, it's called secret shooting; if I shoot, it's called breaking the news," the director said confidently.
"What about them?" The assistant director pointed to the side.
"Makeup shoots are called makeup; photography shoots are called tidbits; scene recording shoots are called archives; screenwriter shoots are called source materials."
"So am I the only one who secretly filmed?" The assistant director wanted to cry without tears.
"It's good that you know, and put your phone away! ... Hey, do you think I can get it from this angle?"
Ling Lang's body stiffened under Feng Hao's touch, and he neither dared to hide nor shake off his hand.
The Feng Hao who made Ling Lang feel the pressure appeared again, this time not in the play, but outside the play. The deterrent power was so obvious that he didn't even bother to cover it up.
Feng Hao looked at the wounds on Ling Lang's face distressedly, although they were made by the makeup artist, "If you were more attentive, you wouldn't have suffered so much... Or did you mean it on purpose, senior?"
"You did it on purpose?" Ling Lang asked suddenly.
"What?" Feng Hao was puzzled.
"Last time, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"
Feng Hao was stunned for a while, and finally realized what he was referring to. He smiled and did not deny it, "Last time, the senior didn't hurt, but this time I played very distressed."
Ling Lang closed his eyes, he never imagined that the secrets in his heart would be exposed to another person so early. He thought he was a good actor, but he was deceived by a newcomer's acting skills.
The shock he received in a short period of time was too great, but Ling Lang calmed down.
"Now that you know everything, what do you think?"
To break the news with the media? Whether it is true or false, it is enough for the media to hype it up for a while, and its fame will also start.
Or it is a threat, with the escort of the movie emperor, the star road will naturally be much smoother.
Feng Hao pursed his lips, "I want to satisfy you."
"What did you say?" The unexpected answer made Ling Lang's eyes widen.
"Didn't I say it, since I watched the play by the senior, I fell in love with you, and since then I have made up my mind that I will satisfy the desires of the senior in the future."
When Feng Hao said these words, his eyes were bright, and it didn't look like he was joking at all.
Ling Lang stared into his eyes, completely unable to guess what the other party was thinking.
After a long time, Ling Langfang lowered his head and laughed in a low voice, not knowing whether he was laughing at Feng Hao or self-deprecating.
"Stop making trouble," he said softly, turning around and returning to the studio, Feng Hao quietly followed behind him without any explanation.
When everyone saw that the two had come back, they quickly hid their mobile phones and made preparations with integrity and seriousness.
Ling Lang, who re-entered the shooting, was completely different from Fang Cai, and the actor's strength was re-displayed. Many difficult scenes were passed at one time. His seriousness cheered everyone up, and the previously delayed shooting progress quickly caught up.
In the evening, the crew went back down the mountain to rest. Ling Lang wore a single coat and froze in the mountain for a day. His body was a little numb, and as soon as he arrived at the hotel, he couldn't wait to take a hot shower.
After taking a bath, Ling Lang's body finally recovered, he wiped the mist off the glass, looked at the figure gradually revealed in the mirror, and couldn't help but touch his face with his fingers. Feng Hao did not use much force during the day, but the pain seemed to burn in his heart, and it has continued to this day.
The doorbell rang, Ling Lang put on his bathrobe and went to open the door. Feng Hao was standing outside the door with a thermos in his hand.
"Senior, drink some ginger soup, it's getting colder."
Ling Lang took the thermos bottle in his hand, without asking where he got it from, he just said politely, "Thank you, is there anything else?"
Feng Hao smiled, "Senior is as indifferent as everyone said."
"Sorry, I'm not a friendly person in private."
"If my words offended you during the day, then I apologize to you," Feng Hao said sternly, "but, I will not take it back, every word I said is serious."
Ling Lang shook his head, "There won't be another time."
"What's the meaning?"
"I won't let you get hold of me again."
Feng Hao was disappointed, "Does the senior think my purpose is to catch you?"
Ling Lang defaults.
Feng Hao sighed lightly, "Since the senior misunderstood me, I might as well just be a villain," he raised his head, "If I catch the senior next time, I won't be like today. "
"There won't be another time," Ling Lang repeated with certainty.
The filming task in the mountains lasted a full month. During this month, Ling Lang and Feng Hao faced each other calmly during the filming, and they avoided seeing them as soon as the filming was over, which greatly disappointed the crew who were waiting for more news.
On the day when he finally drank the killing green wine, Ling Lang had already packed his luggage and left the crew without notifying anyone.
While the film was still being edited, all kinds of pre-promotions were carried out overwhelmingly. As usual, Ling Lang would only attend when he had to be there. Everyone was used to his behavior and didn't think it was a big deal. .
On the contrary, after his debut, he only took part in two movies. Feng Hao, who is still a rookie in the circle, is more famous than the actor. Before every promotion, he asks Ling Lang if he will be there. He heard that Ling Lang is going to go there, otherwise he will meet again. None.
The more Feng Hao is like this, the less the media dares to write about him. In addition, he played such an important role as soon as he debuted, and many people are speculating about his background. All kinds of rumors spread all of a sudden, Feng Hao gained more than a dozen identities overnight, and any one of them can wave a hand when the wind blows and cause a multinational company to go bankrupt.
The agent came to Ling Lang's house and unexpectedly found that he was watching a variety show on TV. The scale of this show has always been relatively large. Others only dare to discuss Feng Hao's origin in private, but they dare to put it on the screen with great fanfare. .
Of course, the column team also invited Ling Lang to attend, but the agent refused to ask what Ling Lang meant. Neither Ling Lang's character nor image was suitable for this kind of variety show.
"You actually read this?" The agent was surprised.
"To pass the time," Ling Lang said lightly.
As soon as everyone on TV finished gossiping about Feng Hao's net worth and background, the host mysteriously threw a new bomb.
"Some crew members broke the news to our column team, saying that the relationship between Ling Lang and Feng Hao is not normal, and there was even an ambiguous interaction between filming. Is this true?"
"No, no, absolutely not," the director justly denied, "those are all rumors."
The host grinned, "Please look at the big screen."
A photo of Feng Hao touching Ling Lang's cheek immediately appeared on the screen. From that distance and angle, it looked like a candid shot.
There was an uproar at the scene.
The manager secretly observed Ling Lang's reaction, but there was no expression on the other party's face.
"If those are all rumors, what is the explanation for this photo?" the host asked aggressively.
The cast and crew participating in the show looked at each other.
One person asked: "Is this photo sent by you?"
You say, "It's not me, it's not me, it must be him!"
He said, "It's not me! I know, it must be that one!"
Who said: "My phone doesn't have that high pixel at all!"
Everyone looked at the director in unison.
The director took out his mobile phone innocently, "I'm wrong, I'm not in that direction at all. My angle is much clearer than his, don't believe me!"
The camera gave a big close-up of the photo on the director's phone.
The agent shook his head dumbfounded, "The ratings of this show must have broken the chart."
Ling Lang picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, and the room was suddenly uncomfortably quiet.
"That..." The agent said hesitantly.
"I'm measured," Ling Lang replied succinctly.
The manager didn't know what to say. Feng Hao was right at the door of Ling Lang's house that day. On the surface, he was Ling Lang's manager, but he was actually a surveillance person hired by others, but it had been several months. In the past, he just continued his habit for so many years.
But what the assistant said was right, the ban had been lifted, and Ling Lang saw that it was his thirty-third birthday, so he couldn't keep looking at it like this.
Ling Lang asked the manager who was still struggling alone, "What's the matter with you?"
The agent then remembered the purpose of his trip, and hurriedly handed him the new script.
"This subject..." Ling Lang frowned when he saw it.
"Prison films are quite rare," the agent wiped his sweat, and he omitted a lot of content later. For example, the prison in the film is set on an isolated island, and the prisoners in it are all heinous prisoners. There were many scenes of bloody, violent, and even male-male scenes. This was the first time he had brought such a book to Ling Lang.
Ling Lang was still reading the script carefully, "Which role should I play?"
The broker gave a name.
"Is this person set to play opposite me?"
"Well," the agent replied with difficulty, "it is said that it is Feng Hao in all likelihood."
Ling Lang's hand that was turning over the script stopped, as if there was a sign of rejection.
The broker hesitated, "One more thing..."
Ling Lang silently waited for his next words.
"Mr. Mo invested in this play."
Ling Lang put the script together, "I took it."