: Act 13 Prison Break

The makeup artist looked at Ling Lang's face carefully, and came to a conclusion for a long time, "Ling Lang, have you slept better recently than before? When you first got on the island, your eye circles were a little blue and you can't see it now."
Ling Lang didn't turn his head, Yu Guang captured Feng Hao, who was next to the dressing table, and smiled at him.
Ling Lang closed his eyes and let the makeup artist apply around his eyes. "Is that bad?"
"Not good," the makeup artist said deliberately, "You are a heavy prisoner in jail. Poor environment, stress, and seriousness. How can you sit back and relax? Originally, a dark eye is just right, now I have to paint for you on."
The whole house was happy except for Ling Lang and the agent. The agent looked at Feng Hao uncomfortably. He rushed to call the extension in Ling Lang's room in the middle of the night and no one answered.
Today ’s scene has a long time span with the previous ones. Ling Lang and Feng Hao have been in jail for a long time. They have worked together for the common goal of jailbreak, passed many difficulties together, and faced each other in adversity. There are also complex emotions.
Ling Lang was used to reviewing the script before filming and trying to integrate himself with the character, but he couldn't enter the state today.
Feng Hao came over, "Why frown all the time?"
Ling Lang pointed to somewhere in the script, "I always get stuck when I get here."
Feng Hao came together to look, "Does the senior really think so? I think here ..."
Before he finished speaking, someone came to ask them to prepare. This scene was the climax of the whole movie. The front line was very long. Several people had to escape from the tunnel to the sea. The booms and tracks were laid along the way. The staff looked like they were waiting.
"Ready—" The voice of the associate director came through the speaker, "three, two, one--"
The director's voice followed the audience, "ACTION!"
Hearing the order, Ling Lang and Feng Hao began to run furiously, followed by two prisoners. Their escape was exposed at the last moment. Ling Lang's anxious Zhongsheng bombed the tunnel to delay the time spent by the prison guards, but the prison guards in charge of the surrounding area soon received news and launched a siege of the four prisoners who intended to escape.
The sound of the gun soon rang, and the only weapon in the hands of the four was the pistol Feng Hao had seized from the prison guard. Soon, a prison friend was shot down, Ling Lang couldn't help looking back, and there was a moment of hesitation under his feet.
"Leave him alone! Let's go!" Feng Hao, who ran ahead, seemed to guess Ling Lang's thoughts, and shouted at him loudly.
Ling Lang gritted his teeth, followed Feng Hao's continued outburst, and another prisoner was shot in the chest with a shot. He ran for two steps and stopped. Then he shot two more in his body. under.
This time Ling Lang's footsteps did not stop, but his face showed a sad expression. The character he plays is wise, tenacious, and kind. Even if he has hurt him, he cannot be cruel. This has been publicly pointed out by Feng Hao as his greatest weakness. One day, sooner or later, he will die on this weakness.
"Do not move!" A prison guard with a gun suddenly jumped out in front of him.
"Everyone who shouted not to move before firing was an idiot," Feng Hao said just now, and when he heard a gunshot nearby, Ling Lang took a nap and rushed to him.
Feng Hao turned to support him, and immediately found the ambush behind him, firing three shots to send the other side to the west.
"How?" Feng Hao supported his shoulders, Ling Lang bit his lower lip and shook his head, indicating that he was fine.
Feng Hao lowered his head and found that the shot just hit Ling Lang's left leg.
"Fuck," Feng Hao whispered.
"The front is just right," Ling Lang pointed his finger forward, and as soon as Feng Hao turned back, he saw the last blockade on their escape route, a barbed wire more than three meters high. This iron grid is located at the outermost edge of the prison and is the earliest protective equipment on the island. Since the power grid was built, it is almost equivalent to being abolished.
When Feng Hao saw his eyes glow, he ran towards the iron net immediately, and Ling Lang stumbled and followed him. Feng Hao climbed to the wire netting twice, and Ling Lang raised his leg, only to find that his left leg was already weak.
"Stop! Don't run!" More and more prison guards chased after him, Feng Hao turned his head angrily. Is this really a loss?
Ling Lang looked up suddenly, "You go!"
Feng Hao smiled and answered, "Give me your hand!"
"I let you go first!"
"I said, give me your hand!"
Feng Hao's roar was shocking. For a while, the wind stopped, Ling Lang's sight only left Feng Hao's unshakable gaze and his hand extended towards him.
"CUT--" The director's voice echoed over the island.
Feng Hao immediately jumped off the iron net, hugged Ling Lang's head, and patted his back, "It's okay, it's okay."
Ling Lang weakly rested his head on Feng Hao's chest, his shoulders clearly undulating.
The director took a shot and summoned the screenwriters and translators in a circle to discuss the plot. Others at the scene were already foolish.
With the comfort of Feng Hao, Ling Lang's mood slowly calmed down.
"How come to say that?" Feng Hao asked, raising his head.
Ling Lang shook his head. "I don't know. It seems that the lines are right next to my mouth, and then I blurt out."
"Maybe what you want to express is what the character really thinks."
The results of the discussions by the director and others came out. This reservation is reserved for the original script and will be decided later.
Feng Hao jumped on the barbed wire again, and as long as he moved up two more steps, he would be free again. For a person sentenced to life imprisonment, there is nothing more important than freedom.
Ling Lang grabbed his ankle, "Take me away!"
The prison guards were getting closer and closer, and Ling Lang's half of his pants were blood stained red, and he couldn't walk away.
Feng Hao frowned, and then wanted to shake off the other's hand.
"Take me away!" Ling Lang said affirmatively again, "Only I can take you away!"
Feng Hao's movement stopped, and Ling Lang gritted his teeth. "I said that the ship was a guise. It would explode as long as you drove 200 meters away.
Feng Hao's face sank, and Ling Lang couldn't care less about it at this time, "I only know where the real ship is. You take me and we will go together."
Feng Hao cursed and held out his hand decisively, "Give me your hand!"
"I said, give me your hand!" The assistant shouted at Feng Hao, imitating Feng Hao's lines.
"You, neuropathy," the agent slaps away, "You have been calling all the way from the beginning, aren't you tired?"
"Don't you find this unusual feeling? I watched it all by the side."
"It's also tiring for you to repeat a drama with so many times."
The assistant ignored him, and he ran to Feng Hao. "How about? Does Lang Lang love improvisation?"
"Do you call the dean's name in private?"
The assistant was very surprised when he asked, "No, we also called his name in person. Ling Lang didn't like others to call him his teacher. No one dared to call him, and he didn't have an English name. Everyone used to call his real name over time. "
"But," the assistant leaned over and covered his mouth with the palm of his hand. "Secretly tell you, in private we all call him Ling Yingdi Ling Bingshan Ling. You must not tell him."
Feng Hao held back a smile, "Is that exaggerated?"
"It's okay," Sakurai thought. "At least he's the same. He's better than the star who is off his assistant in front of an outsider."
The assistant followed the group back to the lounge, and jumped happily at the lunch on the table.
"Ah! Fresh little tomatoes, fresh vegetable leaves! I almost forget what they look like!"
The agent picked up a small tomato and threw it into his mouth, and shouted, "Why is there such a high-end product?"
The assistant hurriedly grabbed the whole plate, "Ah! That's mine!"
The logistics staff who came to deliver the meal laughed, "Feng Hao asked someone to come in by air early in the morning, and we all followed."
Feng Hao, who was already well-known in the crew, was a bit taller in an instant. The assistant went up and patted his shoulder with a grin. "Wow, Feng Gongzi really has a great family. It's cool, and he waved his hands to close Ye's bankruptcy . "
The agent plugged her mouth with vegetable leaves. "Shut up, Ye's closed what you eat."
"Certainly follow Feng Gongzi. Hurry up and instigate Ling Lang to change jobs. We all follow the group," said the assistant, chewing the lettuce indistinctly.
"But which brokerage company is Feng Hao?" Ling Lang's makeup artist suddenly interjected.
This question stumped a house for a while. Everyone was staring, but no one could answer it.
The eyes of everyone gathered together in the corner, and Feng Hao's agent, who was working hard, suddenly became the focus of the audience. The young agent was so scared that he swallowed everything in his mouth.
"This, this ... Actually Feng Hao ... is still a free man ..."
"Are you free?" Ling Lang was surprised at the result from the other corner of the room.
"Is the senior very strange?" Feng Hao asked, looking down and picking up the tomatoes in his lunch box.
"Why not sign?"
"I didn't meet the right one. How about you, senior, are you happy with Ye?"
Ling Lang signed a contract with a brokerage company before graduating. Later, something unexpected happened, and he cancelled the contract less than a year later. Mr. Mo helped him pay a liquidation penalty, then introduced him to Ye's Entertainment and signed a virtual contract.
On the surface, he is an artist of Ye ’s family. In fact, his expenses and salary are paid by Mr. Mo. He does not accept any advertisements or endorsements. Even Mr. Mo is also a symbolic draw. Of course, these are only his agents And several company executives know.
"Okay," Ling Lang said vaguely.
"Have you considered changing jobs?"
"My penalty is high."
"I'll pay the penalty."
Ling Lang looked up at him, "Where do you want me to jump?"
"Jump to my company."
"Do you have a brokerage company?"
"No," Feng Hao blinked. "But if the senior wants to come, I'll let it have it."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then I'll go to Ye's and be with you."
Ling Lang looked down at his full lunch box, "Do you like tomatoes?"
Feng Hao pouted, "You can understand that."
"Then why do you have to travel thousands of miles?"
Feng Hao answered, "The senior didn't eat much a few days ago."
"Since you did it for me, why didn't you tell me?"
Feng Hao smiled, "I know a lot more about the senior than the senior, but I'm good to you, not to let you know."