MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Act II confrontation

Ling Lang opened the door of the cubicle and was shocked. I wondered whether he was too engaged or the opponent was too light. He didn't even hear anyone come in, nor did he know when he came in, let alone whether he listened. What did you ...

The man stood with his back to him, but his face was clearly visible in the mirror.

Feng Hao apparently found him, and quickly turned to greet him, "Mr. Ling."

Ling Lang shook his head. "I don't like people calling me a teacher."

"So ... senior?" Feng Hao asked tentatively.

"Just the name."

"So how can you do that, it's rude," Feng Hao said, "Ah, why don't I call you a senior?"

For the first time, Ling Lang cast his eyes directly on him.

"I'm also a student of the Hushuo Film Academy," Feng Hao is pleased to introduce himself. The two have been working together for a whole week. This is the first private exchange, which shows how strong Linglang's students are.

Ling Lang was somewhat surprised.

A few months ago, the agent came to his apartment with the script that was said to have been tailor-made for him and sky-high pay, saying that the investor would invite him to the show anyway.

In this movie, Ling Lang plays the role of a police officer, his childhood friend and daughter of his boss, who was killed by revenge because of her father.

In order to avenge his girlfriend, Ling Lang lurked into the gang to be an undercover agent, and for seven years he endured humiliation. Finally, he gained the trust of the young master. At the same time, he began to avenge, but also traced from the clues the black hands behind the whole bureau are not others, it is his own. Police boss.

Soon after he took over, he caught the policeman who shot and killed his father in the chaos. Ling Lang used his identity to help his colleagues escape and killed himself. Even so, the young master did not believe him, so he had the opening scene.

The script begins with a cliché, twists and turns, and the ending begins. The development of the plot is unexpected, but Ling Langxiang confronts several characters in the play.

This is a pure-blooded man drama. The female lead only went out to show her face and played soy sauce. Ling Lang fought with the young master in the first half, and the boss fought in the second half. The final result was a big fight. When describing the pinnacle of wisdom between men, there were still quite a few skills.

Ling Lang looked at the script, asked for details, and signed the contract. It was discovered on the day of booting that the underworld master was not the original actor, but a newcomer with no performance experience.

The media has long been accustomed to Ling Lang's indifferent attitude. At the start-up ceremony, he said nothing and did not cause others to doubt. Only his agents and assistants who followed him for a long time knew how dissatisfied he was.

"What about the original person?" Ling Lang asked as soon as he returned to the lounge.

"It seemed that the person to be fixed was Wu Guanfeng, but he was injured while hanging on to Wei Ya, and he is still lying in the hospital," the assistant explained.

"So they arranged a new person?" Ling Lang asked coldly. The role of young master was two years older than the policeman he played, from twenty-five to thirty-two years old. In addition to him and The third male other than his boss is also the one who interacts with Ling Lang the most. It is a very difficult character to control.

If two people confront each other, if one side is far worse than the other, the result will be unbalanced. The person who played the opponent's play with the film emperor turned out to be a little fledgling. This film has become a one before it is filmed. A joke.

Investors want to recruit newcomers, and spend huge sums of money to find big names to pave the way for newcomers. This kind of thing is common in the circle, but it is the first time that Lang Lang has met in such a pivotal role.

"The trick is pushed," Ling Lang guessed the truth with a little thought.

"Ah?" The agent was dumbfounded. "But the contract was signed, the start-up ceremony was done, and the media knew everything ..."

"I'm not in a youth idol drama," Ling Lang said firmly, "the hidden rules also give me a little bit more."

"Not a hidden rule," the assistant rushed to break the news she heard. "It is said that the new young master is a producer ... brother ..." Her voice became weaker and weaker under Ling Lang's gaze. The volume was so low that it was almost inaudible.

Ling Lang heard a sneer. The agent followed Ling Lang for so many years. He has been in battle for a long time. He knows that breaking the contract is impossible. He hurriedly offered up the procrastination card. If so, the director will definitely ask for a replacement. "

Ling Lang accepted his suggestion, and got up and went out. "Just so, I also want to see that ... what's the name?"

"Seal, seal, seal ..."

"Feng Hao!" The assistant completed the sentence.

******

"Hello Teacher Ling! This is Feng Hao, please take care of me!"

Ling Lang walked past him almost indifferently, leaving behind three words, "very rhyme."

Feng Hao didn't feel uncomfortable because he touched a big nail. This completely matched the character of Ling Lang he had learned. He touched the back of his head with self-deprecation, and quickly followed.

The first scene of the first day was the interaction of two people. When directing the speech, Feng Hao listened extremely carefully, focused all his attention on the director, and nodded from time to time. He didn't notice Ling Lang's inspection. Eyes.

Ling Lang calmly looked at him from the beginning, and he could not see the potential of the underworld prince at all.

This is clearly a standard male No. 1 face with a dream and hard work in the youth inspirational drama. Even the facial expressions and moves are exactly the same as the silly poor in the play. If he is performing an idol drama, he only needs to stare at the camera. You can do it with your fists, no acting skills are needed.

"What else don't you understand?" The director finished the key point and asked routinely.

Feng Hao turned his head to Ling Lang, which meant that he wanted to hear what he was going to say, but unexpectedly aligned his eyes with Ling Lang.

Found that Ling Lang was looking at himself, Feng Hao's eyes were bent, the corners of his mouth were raised, and a big smile appeared.

Ling Lang turned his head blankly.

Feng Hao rubbed his nose awkwardly again, and the actor's temper turned out to be as elusive as the legend.

The filming was the first appearance of the young master in the Qinglong Gang. With the director's voice, Ling Lang ran into the hall with the help of the public. He didn't see the agent, but the back of a man he had never seen before. .

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, Feng Hao turned slowly.

The whole scene was silent, so quiet that even the sound of needles falling to the ground could be heard.

"Card--" This unusual silence was torn by the director.

When Ling Lang was awake, he had become the focus of attention.

Then he realized that it was his turn to speak his own words, but he stood still without saying a word.

The director didn't speak, and he didn't know what happened. The mistake of forgetting the lines was too low for the film emperor. There must be some other reason. He was waiting for Ling Lang to give an explanation.

But Lang Lang only whispered an apology and turned back to the starting point.

Compared with other people's doubts, Ling Lang's heart, which was calm at this time, had a great wave.

What happened to this sudden sense of oppression?

The moment Feng Hao turned around, he was full of aggressive aura, just like the character in the play. With only one look, he made people ignore his appearance, his age, and was tightly affected by him. Attracted by temperament.

Ling Lang didn't believe that this was a newcomer's standard, and when he debuted, he was far from reaching such ability.

No, he didn't even look like he was acting at all, he just restored his original appearance.

But the moment the director called for a stop, the air field covering his whole body disappeared in an instant, and the omnipresent oppression permeated in the air suddenly disappeared, and Feng Hao was just his illusion.

At first Ling Lang thought that Feng Hao was just a vase with a superior relationship. Later, he admitted that he was a talented and talented person. Until today, he heard that Feng Hao was also a science class.

"You also graduated from Lake Shadow?" He asked again, unsure.

"I'm from Lake Shadow," seeing Ling Lang finally became interested in his topic, Feng Hao was very happy, "only two years younger than the senior."

"You don't look that big."

"I went to school earlier and everyone said that I looked younger than my actual age."

"Then why ..." Ling Lang didn't ask.

If you have been obscured after your debut, you can still justify it, but you haven't been involved in the performing arts circle for so many years. It is only now that you have filmed for the first time, and you are over the golden age.

Feng Hao guessed what he wanted to ask, "Some time ago, I have been busy with my family's business. Until recently, it has stabilized slightly. I can finally do what I want."

"Family business ... underworld?"

"Well," Feng Haorle said, "can I automatically interpret this sentence as the recognition of my acting skills by the senior?"

Ling Lang bowed his head and washed his hands, pretending not to hear the problem.

Fortunately, Feng Hao didn't care, and still said cheerfully, "In fact, I have been a senior fan since college."

"I never filmed in college."

"But you have acted in drama," Feng Hao's eyes glowed. "That" The Brave Will Live Forever. "

Ling Lang pumped his hands.

"I was obsessed with you after watching that drama. The senior's performance on the stage was great. My family still has the VCR that was performing at the time."

Ling Lang slipped his wiped tissue into the trash can. "It's kind of black history, burn it."

"How come, I come out every weekend to see that it is my favorite drama," Feng Hao said excitedly. "Since watching" The Eternal Life of the Brave ", I have dreamed of performing on the same stage with you. Unexpectedly, this wish was finally realized. "

At this point, Feng Hao seemed to realize something suddenly, and the happy expression suddenly became frustrated. "However, my performance today must have disappointed the senior."

Ling Lang is silent. As a newcomer, Feng Hao's performance has been quite good, but he has no habit of praising people in person, not to mention that the reason for stopping by himself is not the kind that Feng Hao thinks, but it is hard to tell at first.

When the scene entered an awkward moment, the agent pushed open the door of the bathroom and came in. He didn't see Ling Lang in the lounge, so he looked around until he came to the bathroom.

"Are you here ... Hmm? Are you there?" The agent was surprised to see the two men together.

"Hello," Feng Hao said hello to him.

The agent looked at Ling Lang suspiciously, shouldn't you just stop people here to fight revenge because he NGed you seven times?

But when he looked at Feng Hao again, he could not detect any abnormality, so he had to put away the doubts in his heart and urge the two to say, "The rest time is over, where is the director?"

When they returned to the set, the director was discussing with the co-director and screenwriter how to shoot that period.

"Will you change the script? Delete this paragraph?" The associate director asked.

"Of course not. How can there be an undercover sacrifice without that lens," the screenwriter resolutely opposed.

"I see," the associate director gave a high-five, "use a stand-in!"

The director tapped his head with the roll of the script. "What about the close-up of the police officer's face?"

"Isn't post editing possible?" The screenwriter suggested.

"No! You must push from the face of the young master to the face of the policeman in order to show the contrast between the expressions of the two!"

The discussion was at a dead end, when a voice inserted inadequately.

"Well, I have an idea ..."

The person who spoke was Feng Hao.

The three turned their heads at the same time. "What do you think?"

Others at the scene also silently raised their ears to listen.

"I think the script here can be modified ..."

The screenwriter frowned. "Did I say that, this shot must not be deleted."

"I let my father-kill enemy run away, let him spare him so easily and let him through?" Feng Hao shook his head. "If I were in this role, it would never be so simple."

Everyone took a sigh of relief when they heard this.

Feng Hao's words poked at the director's heart, and his voice became excited, "How do you want to change?"

"I'm not going to cut, I'm going to overweight."