Waiting Upon You

The film is popular in the country, and various announcements have followed. Ling Lang has always disliked participating in any publicity activities, but there are always one or two publicity files that cannot be pushed away. Whenever such a time, he They silently acted as backdrops, but fortunately the media has long been accustomed to it.

Ling Lang sat on the three-person sofa in the studio, leaning on the corner, Feng Hao sat next to him in the middle, and there was no one on the other side. This distance had invaded Ling Lang's personal space. He did not understand what the other party thought. A professional actor will definitely know that sitting in this way will unbalance the TV picture, but Feng Hao is like he does n’t know this, even the show director does not correct him.

After a routine question, the highlight clip of the movie began to play on the big screen, and the first interaction between the two in the film was naturally among them.

Ling Lang was forced to review the scene that once left him out of control. Although the original impulse was no longer there, his thoughts inevitably drifted away. The host and Feng Hao said something but he did n’t say a word. Listen in until Feng Hao calls him in his ear.

"Senior, senior?"

Ling Lang came back to God, only to realize that Feng Hao's face, which only existed in the fantasy, actually appeared in front of himself. He actually wanted to be wrong, and completely forgot that it was on TV.

Feng Hao was amused to see him in his dreams, "Senior, you can take your mind off the show."

Ling Lang coughed in concealment, owed himself, and asked him, "Which link was recorded?"

Feng Hao's expression was helpless. "Senior, you are really not involved at all."

"I remember nothing happened after the interview."

"It's my turn to show my talents below. Can you take the liberty to ask me to cooperate with me?"

Ling Lang frowned, not a variety show, what talent show?

"Why didn't I know this paragraph before?"

"Additional planning decision."

"What do you do?"

The program director announced the preparation. Feng Hao didn't have time to explain. He set his posture in front of the camera, slightly tilted his head towards Ling Lang, and whispered, "I'll know later."

As usual, the host made some cutscenes, teased each other with Feng Hao, and then entered the topic of this link.

"Feng Hao."

"Ok?"

"A lot of viewers don't know much about you, after all, you are a newcomer."

"Yes."

"Do you want to take this opportunity to let everyone know you better, for example, what are your specialties, and sing a song for everyone?"

"Actually, I wanted to sing a song for everyone, but unfortunately I don't have a good voice today."

"But," he said quickly, "I can improvise a little magic for everyone."

"Oh?" The host expressed great interest. "What is the magic? Do I need to cooperate with you?"

"You are so active, the audience must say that you are my trust," Feng Hao teased, and the audience immediately laughed.

After everyone laughed, Feng Hao turned to Ling Lang and said, "If I can, I would like to ask Teacher Ling to cooperate with me."

Ling Lang clearly revealed surprise.

"What are you doing?" He asked Feng Hao privately while the staff went to get the props.

"Just performing a little magic is not difficult," Feng Hao whispered softly.

"I don't know what to do."

"The senior doesn't have to do anything, just cooperate with me."

The staff brought up the props that had been prepared and turned out to be a bundle of rope.

Feng Hao took the rope and laughed, "Teacher Ling, please stand up?"

Although Ling Lang did not know what medicine was sold in his gourd, at this time he could not refuse, so he had to stand up from the seat and walk to the center of the field, waiting to see what Feng Hao wanted to do.

"I have an ordinary rope in my hand," Feng Hao motioned the props to the audience, and handed the rope to the host and dragged it, indicating that he did not do anything.

After checking, Feng Hao walked to Ling Lang. "Now I want to tie Teacher Ling up."

The staff in the audience were sweating coldly. For thirty years in the industry, they had never seen such a bold person.

Feng Hao's hands are very proficient, which makes one wonder whether he has worked hard. He passed the rope behind Ling Lang's neck, crossed the knot on his chest, then wrapped it around Ling Lang's arms for a few times, and finally fixed his hands behind him, and tied a complicated knot.

"Can you turn it over and show it to the audience?"

Ling Lang turned around and saw his hands tied tightly under the close-up of the camera.

"Can you break free?"

Ling Lang moved manually, indicating that he couldn't.

Feng Hao motioned him to turn back, pick up another piece of rope, and also showed it in front of the camera. This time, Ling Lang was wrapped around his body, and he also tied a dead knot at his ankle.

"Mr. Ling try it, can you move now?"

Ling Lang shook his head.

"Do you need to check?" Feng Hao asked the host.

"Uh," the host was probably afraid of being frostbite by Ling Lang's halo. "I believe Teacher Ling will not lie."

"Okay, next," Feng Hao picked up a black curtain and covered it in front of Ling Lang. "Count down with me, three--"

The audience continued in unison, "Two-"

"One!"

Feng Hao raised his hand and opened the curtain. Ling Lang stood still intact, with two pieces of rope scattered around his feet, and an exclaimed voice immediately appeared at the scene.

Feng Hao picked up the rope and showed no signs of disconnection.

The host curiously turned the rope over and over and looked at it, and couldn't help asking Ling Lang, "You really are not his trust?"

Ling Lang was probably the calmest of all people. "I don't know how he did it."

"How did you do that?" The host asked curiously.

Feng Hao pressed his index finger to his mouth. "This is a trade secret."

The host again amazed for a long time, "You shouldn't be acting, you should be magic."

"In fact, I can only change this magic," Feng Hao said modestly.

"Why did you learn this magic?"

Feng Hao smiled and looked at Ling Lang around him with a pun, "I just thought someone might like it."

After the recording of the program, Feng Hao followed Ling Lang back to the lounge and took the initiative to say, "If the senior wants to know the magic principle, I don't mind telling you."

Ling Lang didn't seem to have any interest in this, "If the magic is revealed, it will be meaningless."

"Hey," Feng Hao sighed exaggeratedly, "I thought I could take this opportunity to practice a few more with the senior, but this is my best skill, and I hope it will attract young fans."

Ling Lang packed things in an orderly way, and what Feng Hao said was like wind to his ears.

Feng Hao's face suddenly appeared in front of Ling Lang's eyes, making Ling Lang confused, "What do you do?"

"The senior is indeed the film emperor," Feng Hao grinned.

Ling Lang frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

"The acting is so good," Feng Hao stepped back, with a natural expression like he never mentioned the topic at all. "Are the seniors still not willing to tell me the phone?"

"Please find me something ..."

"Is the agent?" Feng Hao interrupted him. "I knew you would say that. Since the senior is so persistent, I won't ask for it again."

He held up the car key in his hand. "I'll show you back?"

Ling Lang refused, "No, I'm driving myself."

Ling Lang sat in the driver's seat, but did not start the car for the first time, but leaned on his back with his eyes closed. The agitation in the body of the studio had been relieved a lot, and the exhilarating memory that can be picked up by Feng Haoyu still exists Lies in my mind.

He couldn't help touching his wrist, there were no traces of rope over it, but there were invisible burns left, and his skin was faintly hot.

Only he knew that when Feng Hao bound his hands, his index finger scratched slightly in the palm of his hand. This concealed action concealed the camera, the host, and even he was blinded. I don't know if the other person did it intentionally or accidentally.

If all the actions in front of Feng Hao are Tim Chai, then this action is like an ignition, which instantly ignites his desire | fire, and his desire that has existed since adolescence has become a matter of course in the public. reality.

He couldn't describe the feeling at the moment of the upper body of the rope. He only remembered that he used a lot of energy to overcome the tremors caused by the excitement, and thanked that today's dress did not make him shame in public.

Ten years of acting saved him, and Feng Hao's praise to him may be a hint he didn't want to admit. This person is like mastering all his dead spots. He intuitively what Feng Hao might perceive, but instinctively. Let him escape the truth.

Ling Lang was still struggling with contradiction between self-numbness and acceptance of reality. He heard someone tap on the car glass a few times. He opened his eyes and saw that the person he was thinking was standing outside the window and looked at him with a smile. Not at all like a hidden mind.

He lowered the window, and Feng Hao's voice came from the outside, "The senior is not here yet, great."

"Is there something?" Ling Lang asked succinctly.

Feng Hao put on a distressed expression, "I also said that I wanted to send the senior to a trip, but my car couldn't catch fire. Could you please ask the senior to send me a trip?"

"... What about your car?"

"The agent will get it for me later."

Feng Hao has been seated as the co-pilot. When Ling Lang started the car, he was still thinking about it. This is a downtown area. It is very convenient to take a taxi.

This idea could not be verified because probably no second person would make such a request to him except Feng Hao.

Ling Lang looked at his watch. The agent ordered him to go to a suit shop to measure the size today, and made an appointment for him. In his words, I have never seen an artist wear the same outfit several times on important occasions. He was awarded the Oscar Award for Hard and Plain Achievement.

The Feng Hao family and the suit shop happened to be in two directions. He had to rush past before the other party closed, and didn't know if it was too late.

At this moment Feng Hao suddenly said, "Sorry, can you please ask me to send me to another place?"

He quoted the name of the suit shop, and Ling Lang turned his head in surprise. Does this person have mind reading skills?

"That's it. I made an appointment with the store to choose clothes today. Now they're almost closed ... don't bother you?"

Ling Lang looked at him suspiciously for a long time and shook his head.

"That's good," Feng Hao laughed. "It's better to go with me to see if the seniors also do a good job in this shop, just don't know if they can enter the senior's eyes ..."

Ling Lang interrupted him, "I happen to be there too."

"Really?" Feng Hao unexpectedly rejoiced. "That's a coincidence."

A quarter of an hour later, the two appeared at the door of the suit shop, where the clerks were well-trained, and it was only courteous to meet a star like Ling Lang.

Ling Lang simply picked two models, and a clerk came up to measure the size for him. Feng Hao looked at him with a smile on his arm, Ling Lang always felt that his eyes were on him, as if he was not wearing clothes. He is very uncomfortable.

"Why don't you measure?" Ling Lang asked.

Feng Hao did not answer, the clerk answered for him, "Mr. Feng is our old customer, and we have recorded his size long ago."

The clerk said that he was measuring with a ruler on his body, and the data recorded on the paper was increasing. Seeing that only the last item remained.

Feng Hao came over and took the tape measure in the hand of the clerk. When Ling Lang was wondering, the soft ruler had wrapped around his neck.

The two were very close, and when they were half a step forward, they would stick to each other's body. Feng Hao lowered his eyelids and glanced at him. He was slightly higher than Ling Lang, but this action caused an illusion to Ling Lang. As if the other party was much taller than himself, tall enough to look down on him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked like a joke.

"Thirty-eight," Feng Hao read the value, and the clerk immediately wrote on the book. Ling Lang stepped back quickly after the soft ruler was released. It seemed that such a distance was safe. Feng Hao laughed when he saw this. Laughed and returned the ruler to the clerk.

After leaving the store, Feng Hao consciously sat in the co-pilot, Ling Lang started the car and drove directly to Feng Hao's house. If this scene was seen by the agent, he would be shocked.

After driving for a while, Ling Lang suddenly hit the steering wheel, and the vehicle was moving in the opposite direction.

"What's wrong?" Feng Hao realized that something had happened.

Ling Lang glanced lightly at the rearview mirror, "Paparazzi."