MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Act 25: Cage

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Ling Lang stayed in the cage, watched Feng Hao pick up the remote control, raised the temperature of the central air conditioner, and picked up another remote control, then pressed it. The wall in front slid slowly to the side. The room was originally connected to the living room, separated by a camouflaged wall into two rooms.

Feng Hao left and reappeared in the living room after a while. He sat comfortably on the sofa and read a book. From the perspective of Ling Lang, he could clearly see the other side. Feng Hao no longer had the usual smile on his face, but gave him a cold illusion.

Ling Lang also knelt quietly and looked at him in the cage. This was not the first time he had looked at Feng Hao this way, but this time there were more ruthless iron bars between the two.

He stared at the other side's face tightly. The thoughts he hadn't seen for more than a week now struck a little. The warm sensation of the kiss just remained on his lips, and it was cold all around.

At this moment, he was like a big dog thrown into the house by his owner. He finally hoped that the owner would return home. He had thought that he would be warmly caressed by the owner, but he was thrown into the cage to reflect on breaking the precious vase.

Ling Lang in the cage suddenly felt a little anxious.

He began to look around, expecting that the distance between the two pillars was large enough to get him out.

He looked up and down, he hated that he wouldn't shrink his bones, he even began to fantasize about having the shrinking lights in the comics.

He accidentally glanced at the blanket at Feng Hao's feet. He never found the sheepskin so warm and tempting, and his heart was so eager to lie on it. He wanted to sleep at Feng Hao's feet instead of now. This was locked relentlessly in the cage.

Ling Lang became irritable. He no longer obediently knelt down. He began to shake the railings around him, but the cage remained motionless.

He pushed hard the door of the cage, but the door was locked.

He wanted to get the lock open, but soon he realized it was delusional.

He turned uneasily in a small space, trying to open any dead corner where there might be weaknesses, and he even lost the judgment of a human being, and tried only with the instinct of an animal.

He finally slammed the sturdy floor of the cage, trying to arouse Feng Hao's attention.

Feng Hao's Yu Guang must be able to sweep the commotion here, but he didn't squint from start to finish, and remained indifferent to the movement in the cage.

Ling Lang's restlessness didn't exchange any response. He found that no matter how hard he tried, Feng Hao wouldn't cast a glance in this direction. He had been completely ignored by the other party.

He began to despair.

Then he became quiet again, just like when he was first locked in.

He sat down honestly, hugging his knees, and continued to stare intently at the man on the sofa in the distance.

Time gradually solidified, and tiredness swept across his body. I wondered how long such an intent look, Ling Lang's eyelids dropped slightly.

He heard a squeaking sound in the middle, and he opened his eyes and the cage door was opened. He couldn't wait to get out and did one of the things he wanted to do at the moment. He pressed his cheek on Feng Hao's feet. .

Feng Hao squatted down and touched his head. "You didn't talk from beginning to end, you behaved very well."

He stood up and motioned for Ling Lang to stay here and wait for him.

Moments later, Feng Hao returned, holding a delicate saucer in his hand, warm milk in it.

"This is a reward for you," Feng Hao stooped and put the plate next to Ling Lang.

Ling Lang looked up at him and lowered his head carefully to lick the milk from the dish.

Feng Hao touched his head with gratitude again, "What do you want to do now?"

Ling Lang turned her head and stared straight at the blanket by the sofa.

Feng Hao followed his sight and smiled.

"Go," With the consent of the owner, the big dog immediately rushed to the soft and warm blanket, curled up in a ball, and sat contentedly at the owner's feet.

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After Feng Hao returned, the second movie was scheduled as scheduled, the staff was busy preparing for the preparatory work, and Ling Lang and others were also busy with the styling and makeup photos.

At the end of the upper drama, Ling Lang is dead. In the second episode, he will appear with a completely new look, playing a boy who looks very similar to his previous appearance.

The boy's initial appearance was a confusing figure, dressed in deliberately ripped cowboys, wearing earrings, and dyed with yellow hair.

The stylist is making hair for Ling Lang. She boldly chooses bright gold, and then uses a hair spray to make her hair messy.

"Do you have to be so exaggerated?" Ling Lang frowned slightly, and herself in the mirror was ten years younger.

"Is that bad?" The stylist also looked at Ling Lang in the mirror. "I think it matches the image in the film."

She saw Feng Hao happen to pass by and stopped him casually. "Feng Hao, come and see if you like this?"

Feng Hao came over and saw Ling Lang, who had gone back in time for several years, came out vocally.

"You look like my younger brother in the rebellious period, or my father's old age." He still plays the previous role. The film is set to be 35 or older, so his makeup looks older than before. .

"It looks like I'm passing, but I don't know if Ling Lang can get back the young feeling," the stylist looked at Feng Hao, "I think this character is more appropriate to Feng Hao."

Feng Hao laughed and teased, "You dare to doubt the acting skills of the Emperor."

"Dare not dare," the stylist raised his hand for mercy, "I just feel it and don't buckle my cap."

Someone asked him to help, and the stylist left.

Ling Lang then turned his attention to the large creature that had been following Feng Hao. "What's that around you?"

"Golden retriever," Feng Hao gestured towards Jin Maobi, and immediately sat obediently in front of Ling Lang.

"Your dog?"

"No, it's your partner this time," Feng Hao looked with regret at his expression, "I used to have such a golden retriever."

Ling Lang realized that he used it once, "what happened later?"

"Once I accidentally ate something wrong and died," Feng Hao's smile disappeared because of the sad memories.

Ling Lang was silent for a moment, "I'm sorry."

Feng Hao gently stroked his head. "My favorite dog is golden retriever, meek and well-behaved, smart and beautiful, and very quiet." He cast his eyes on Ling Lang, and his smile returned to his face, "Just like you."

Ling Lang was not embarrassed by his metaphor. He turned his face away and saw his appearance in the mirror. The exaggerated hair color was exactly like the golden hair around him.

The staff of the clothing group came to urge him to change clothes. After coming out of the locker room, no one believed that he was a 33-year-old man.

The stylist clipped a shiny fake earrings to his right earlobe, and looked carefully again, "Very good, take a picture."

The photographer was ready for a long time. Ling Lang walked to the camera, closed his eyes and brewed his emotions. When he opened his eyes again, the whole person had become a horrible street sullen look.

"It's great, that's it," the photographer sighed with sincerity, and kept pressing the shutter. "Now the body is a little to the left, the head is to the right, a little more, the expression is more disdainful and beautiful."

After shooting more than a dozen sets of actions, the photographer signaled Feng Hao to go up. In the early stage of the film, Feng Hao saved Ling Lang's life. Ling Lang worshipped him as a big brother. Horse head is looking forward.

"You have to look at him with worshiping eyes, you know, it ’s like he ’s your sky," said the photographer, but he was n’t sure, Ling Lang was famously proud in this circle. He deeply doubted that the other party would only perform foot acting on the surface, but he could not see the slightest admiration in his eyes.

"Let's get started," the photographer ordered, and Ling Lang slowly raised his eyes. The photographer froze, and even the hand pressing the shutter didn't move.

The assistant carefully pushed the photographer, and then he recovered from the shock, pressing the shutter again and again to keep this exciting scene.

It is indeed the film emperor. He sighed while filming, and was more impressed by Ling Lang's acting.

After taking the duo, continue to take a photo of Ling Lang with the dog. When he was with Golden Retriever, it was the happiest time in Ling Lang's entire film. He wanted to laugh at the camera from the heart, one person and one dog happy. The ground nose to nose, or one hugging the other happily.

People rarely see Ling Lang in this state, and stop and watch involuntarily when passing by.

When the photographer OVER, the smile on Ling Lang's face suddenly converged, and he returned to the appearance of Su Ri, making everyone doubt that he could only see it as an illusion.

Taking a picture is also a very physical exhaustion. The assistant has already prepared a folding chair and coffee for Ling Lang to come down.

The dog handler brought the golden retriever aside and rewarded him for some food. Many caring staff took out snacks to tease it.

Ling Lang took a sip of coffee and frowned.

"What's in it?"

"Sugar and milk," the assistant didn't understand why he suddenly asked, "the same as before."

"It smells weird."

"Will it?" The assistant took it and smelled it. "Then I'll go bubble again."

"Forget it, that's it," Ling Lang said, taking the cup back and drinking it.

"How can you eat this for him?" Feng Hao's harsh reprimand suddenly sounded on the court. The loud voice attracted everyone's attention, and Ling Lang looked over.

"I, I ..." A girl watched at a loss as Feng Hao snapped a few pieces of chocolate on the ground, not understanding why the other side was so angry.

"Do you know that dogs will die if they eat chocolate?"

The girl was taken aback. "I don't know," she burst into tears, "It has already eaten a piece, what should I do?"

The dog handler who came back from the outside found the situation here, hurried over, checked the amount of chocolate left on the ground, "not much, but dark chocolate ..." He tightened his eyebrows, "Being safe I'll take it to the pet hospital. "

Everyone rushed to find the cage, to find the cage, to find the rope, to find the rope, the scene was a mess, and suddenly a scream came from the crowd.

"Ling Lang! What's wrong with Ling Lang?"