Waiting Upon You

Before Lang Lang reacted to the shock brought by Feng Hao, he listened to him and said, "Since you don't care, I'll help you decide the second option."

"Wait," Ling Lang held down Feng Hao's hand that was already helping him with his clothes. "I haven't chosen yet."

"You are disqualified," Feng Hao smiled and took away his hand. "Next time please answer within three seconds."

"but……"

Feng Hao stretched out his forefinger to press Ling Lang's lips, and forced the words behind him back, "No, but remember, you ca n’t touch it with your hands. If it falls out, the mission fails. You have a chance to ask me for help, but you There is a price to pay for help, and the rules of the game are so simple. "

Ling Lang followed Feng Hao to the garage. He worked hard to contract the gluteal muscles along the way. This move made the intestinal wall more in contact with foreign objects. Every step he took caused the metal **** in his body to rub against each other. He was worried about them. Falling out, and worrying about sliding to a deeper place.

Feng Hao watched Ling Lang walk to the front passenger seat with an admiring expression. "Do you know what you look like now? Like a model on the runway, every step is so elegant."

Ling Lang was not as relaxed and happy as he was at the moment. "The model was trained in a book."

Feng Haowaner, "I train the model a little differently, but the effect is better."

Ling Lang sat in the co-pilot, Feng Hao leaned over, helped him fasten his seat belt, and stole a fragrance by the way.

"You can try to relax a bit. If you keep tightening hard, your muscles will become more relaxed when you are too tired to hold on."

Although Ling Lang did not agree with his approach, he also agreed with his statement. He was sitting in the car and relaxed his limbs as much as possible. He even adjusted the seat back and leaned back to start his eyes closed.

Feng Hao was amused by his somewhat grumpy behavior. Some people expressed dissatisfaction with others, but Ling Lang's approach was excessive. If he was punished for 10 laps, he would have to run 20 laps to vent his anger. mood.

It ’s about a half-hour drive to the studio. Ling Lang closed her eyes all the way and wanted to sleep but could n’t sleep. The occasional bumps reminded himself of what is going to happen today. He forced himself to think about something that was not important to forget his body. Distress.

If you release a ball in mid-air and release your hand, it will fall instead of falling. This is the law of gravity.

If two **** of different sizes and weights are dropped from the air at the same time, their falling speed is the same, which is the law of free fall.

If you hang three **** in parallel and hit the ball in the middle with the ball on the left, it will cause the ball on the right to fly to the same height. Under ideal conditions, this movement will continue forever. This is the law of conservation of energy.

Ling Lang thought for a long time, only to find that the active images in his mind were all balls. He immediately shook his head and tried to throw them away. Then he heard a smirk from him. He knew Feng Hao must have guessed himself In my mind, I just pretended to be dead.

Feng Hao didn't go to the crew for a week. Everyone saw him come up to say hello, Feng Hao kindly returned one by one.

Ling Lang's makeup artist was fussed at the sight of Ling Lang. "Lang Lang, do you have a fever? Why blush?"

"No," Ling Lang replied calmly. "Maybe it's too hot in the car."

"I accidentally turned on the air conditioner too much," Feng Hao explained on his side.

"Everyone knows that the two of you came together and don't need to show affection in disguise," said the makeup artist relentlessly. "The only thing to solve now is this pure natural blush, otherwise you can only wait for the director K Right. "

Ling Lang understood what he meant. Today is the most important turning point of the whole show. After discovering that the younger brother trafficked in drugs and Feng Hao was the instigator of this behavior, he went to him to question, but accidentally found the entrance to the hidden basement. Found an old opponent who was imprisoned there.

When the old opponent saw Ling Lang at first glance, he thought it was the orphan who had committed suicide that year. After finding out that these two people were completely different, he was excited to retaliate and told him the truth in 151.

Ling Lang believes that when he knows the truth, his face will never be as rosy as he is now, it must be pale and scary.

Feeling an ice on her left cheek, Ling Lang looked up and saw in the mirror that it was the makeup artist who pressed an ice pack onto his face.

"This," she handed another ice pack to Ling Lang, who took it from Jiu Shi and put it on her right face.

"Isn't ice?" Asked the makeup artist.

Ling Lang blinked.

"Be patient, or how hard would it be to be an actor? For such a while, the facial muscles will probably be frozen into facial paralysis," she took the ice pack and looked back, "Fortunately you It was originally facial paralysis. "

Feng Hao was amused by her, "I guess only you dare to make such a joke with the senior."

"I've been with him for many years," the makeup artist finally took off the ice pack. "If I didn't find something for myself often, he would have been frozen to death."

She looked around, "It worked well, what do you think?" She asked Feng Hao for her opinion.

"Well," Feng Hao looked at Ling Lang's face through the mirror, "much better than before."

The red tide on Ling Lang's cheek had already eased down. At the moment, he was matched with Feng Hao's eyes. The other party's eyes revealed the meaning of the joke that only Ling Lang could understand. He immediately felt the blood surge again.

"I depend!" The makeup artist finally found out the source of the problem and began to drive Feng Hao, the culprit, "Go out and go out!"

Feng Hao was kicked out of the dressing room with a smile, and the makeup artist re-cooled Ling Lang with indignation. "I shouldn't have let him in just now! But are you Lang Lang, an 18-year-old girl? You two are enough. ! "

Ling Lang spent more time in the dressing room than expected. The director really expressed dissatisfaction with their delay. Looking back at Ling Lang's overweight face, he criticized the makeup artist again.

"I did my best," the makeup artist broke the jar and broke. "If you want to switch to a **** scene today, or you need to lock him in the refrigerator, you need to take three steps to turn the refrigerator off. You do n’t even need to make makeup . "

The director did not recruit, so he just made up, and ordered the lights to make Ling Lang's face as pale as possible.

Ling Lang saw his tormented old opponent in the gloomy underground cell. The opponent was indeed an experienced actor. Ling Lang even flashed a light in his eyes when he saw the other person's head when he looked up in the dim light. .

He was also a dedicated actor, and soon devoted himself to the shooting, forgetting the mark Feng Hao left on him.

"Child, come here, walk in a little and let me see you," the old opponent's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, weak but not without majesty.

Although Ling Lang was nervous, he moved to the iron jail step by step in his confusion. Just as he approached, the old opponent's hand protruded from the cage, and his arms were clasped with electric lights.

Ling Lang was startled, and began to desperately shake off his hand. After all, the old opponent was physically weak, and was quickly rid of him.

"Like, like, too like," the old opponent sighed, shaking his head.

Ling Lang took a step back, holding his wrist and hearing his words, still could not restrain curiosity, "Like what?"

The old rival laughed Yin Yin, and laughter echoed in the small dungeon.

"Child, what's your name?"

After a while, "Xiao Ling."

"Xiao Ling? Hahahaha," the old opponent raised his head and smiled, "Xiao Ling, did that name come to you?"

Ling Lang's eyes suddenly became alert, "How do you know?"

"Ha ha ha ha, he would actually call you Xiao Ling, ha ha ha ha," the old opponent almost laughed.

"Have you laughed enough?" Ling Lang smiled at him, and his face sank.

The old opponent's laughter subsided. "Do you know why he named you that?"

"... I don't know, do you know?"

The old opponent grabbed the railing in front of him and said, "I, Dang, Ran, Zhi, Tao."

Ling Lang's face was getting whiter and his fisted hands began to tremble slightly. He didn't want to believe anything the person said before him, but reasonably told him that everything he said was true.

"How," the old opponent watched with satisfaction, "now know why that person left you with him."

"You bullshit!"

"In that person's eyes, you are never yourself."

"you shut up!"

"You are a substitute from start to finish."

"Who would believe your old bastard--"

Ling Lang read half of the lines and froze.

The director shouted Card.

"Forgot your lines?"

Ling Lang remained silent for a few seconds, rubbing her upper lip with an uneasy hand, "Come on again."

"You are a substitute from start to finish."

"Who would believe that you old **** said ..."

Ling Lang got stuck again, so two consecutive low-level mistakes were rare in him, and everyone saw him covering his eyes.

The third pass was stuttered, and the fourth pass was finished fluently, but it was completely lacking in anger and anger.

The director looked out of the screen in surprise, "What's wrong with Xiaolanglang?"

Others also had the same doubts, but Feng Hao came out to make a clearance for him, "Why try to change the old **** to the old bastard?"

This time went very smoothly, but everyone couldn't figure it out. Is the word "mixed ball" a lingering language?

"Mixed ball is not a ball, you don't have psychological pressure," Feng Hao whispered to Ling Lang's ear while he was resting during the break.

Ling Lang glared at him, and the latter smiled gloatingly, as if his abnormality showed that he had no responsibility at all.

"Today this is not a drama, you should be fortunate. Don't stare at me with that kind of look. If you want to terminate the game, you can do it anytime."

"What about punishment?"

"Three buckles," Feng Hao replied particularly harshly.

"... you remember one in total."

"Yes," Feng Hao smiled awkwardly. "The remaining two are temporarily owed, and they can only start again from +86 next time."

The actor began to take his place. Ling Lang walked to the camera in a stable mood, brewing for a few seconds, waving his hand, the precious vase on the table was relentlessly dropped to the ground and broken into countless pieces.

Then he kicked hard, the chair in front of Ling Lang was knocked down, and the tablecloth was pulled out vigorously. The above thing crackled and fell to the ground. Ling Lang was completely out of control. The objects, the fierce limb movements oppress the foreign bodies in the body, and they always screamed at Linglang's existence.

The room quickly fell into a mess, and there was nothing left to survive. Ling Lang stood in the center of the room, his shoulders violently undulating, showing the anger of this man.

Something on the floor in front of him caught his attention. He walked step by step. It was the gift Feng Hao gave him on the day of "Birthday". It was the most precious gift that he carefully treasured.

Of course, Lang Lang, an orphan, had no birthday, but he only knew about ten minutes ago that not only the name he gave him was that person ’s last name, but even the birthday he gave him was a death date for that person.

He squatted in a complicated mood, reached out to pick up things on the ground, but at the moment he was about to touch, his movement stopped.

The director nodded approvingly, this mood of expressing but not daring to express was quite in place.

Ling Lang had another taste in his mind. With his squatting motion, the ball slipped down a bit and almost fell out.

The author has something to say: The cheat sheet of the crew's record:

Act Thirty-three [silent madness] [sleeve dyed incense] [honey syrup] [muse,] [male feather] each gets one ball, [Kudo Yu] gets five balls, and [齐 兰 若] gets ten Ball, after careful study, everyone has become a great generation of physicists.

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[Cosmetic bag] Each artist has a cosmetic bag.