: Act 51 Eyes

"Husuo Film and Television City accidentally exploded, many actors and crew members were injured, the cause of the explosion is still under investigation, the police suspected man-made"
"Let's make it, let's make it," the agent pushed the milk to push the reporter in front of him.
"How about Ling Lang's injury?"
"It is said that Feng Hao was seriously injured. Is there any danger to his life?"
"Is the cause of the explosion man-made or malfunctioning? Why hasn't the media explained it until now?"
"Argument? I still want an argument. Who gave me an argument?" The agent struggled for another meter, "Trouble to let go!"
The reporter chased after him, "It is true that some witnesses claimed that Feng Hao was injured in order to protect Ling Lang. Has the relationship between the two men progressed?"
The agent was furious. "At this time, I still hold on to this kind of problem. Is gossip so important to you? Is it more important than the life of the artist? In your mind, the value of a star is to make a scandal? Are they? It doesn't matter if it's dead or alive, right? You can't calm the patient! "
The reporters were shocked by his fierce momentum. While they were in a daze, the agent took three steps and made two steps to quickly get out of the reporter group and rush into the hospital.
He silently opened the door of the ward, and the room was as quiet as nobody. Ling Lang was sitting in front of the hospital bed, his fingers crossed against his lips. He remembered that when he left, Ling Lang was in this posture, and he didn't even see the direction of his eyes. Change it.
The person sitting on the hospital bed was Feng Hao. His expression was calm as if he was asleep, and he couldn't see his eyes, because there was a circle of gauze wrapped around it, and the once bright eyes were covered with layers. Wrapped up, the agent forced himself to look away with only a glance, and forced a sudden burst of sadness.
"How's it going?" Feng Hao was questioning, although the agent's movement was too light, he was still aware of it.
The agent controlled his emotions. "What else can we do? The media is sky-high, the killer has not been found, the studio has been blocked, and the police have recorded confessions to everyone present on the day. It is estimated that they will be here soon."
"What about the rest?"
"The doorway is the center of the explosion. The people inside were not seriously injured. Except for Wu Guanfeng, he was the one closest to the explosion site, but did not escape in time. It is fortunate that he did not die."
Feng Hao was still joking. "I asked the doctor to tell him to avoid within three months. It seems that this period is about to be extended."
The agent couldn't laugh at all. Although Wu Guanfeng was severely injured, they could be slowly recovered over time. However, Feng Hao's eyes were injured by explosives. How the result is still unknown.
He swallowed, only feeling that the air pressure in the ward was so low that he would suffocate for an extra second, and quickly found an excuse to slap him. "I'll ask the doctor what to say."
Feng Hao nodded with a smile, Ling Lang remained the same from beginning to end, as if the whole person had become a fossil.
There were only two people left in the ward again. Feng Hao's hand leaned to the side. Ling Lang realized that he was looking for himself and immediately held his hands with both hands.
"What do you want?" He asked.
Feng Hao comforted him in turn. "Relax, the situation may not be as bad as you think. The doctor hasn't decided yet, has it?"
Ling Lang held his hand tightly, and Feng Hao could feel the hand trembling slightly.
"Okay, it's okay," he touched his head with his free hand, as usual, "don't I still have you."
His voice sounded particularly relaxed. "Don't forget, Golden Retriever is the most competent guide dog."
"I'm incompetent at all," Ling Lang bit her lower lip, her eyes full of annoyance. "It should be me who protects my master, but in turn is protected by my master."
Feng Hao laughed, "Maybe it is in your cognition, but in my opinion, protecting pets is also the owner's responsibility."
"but……"
"Forget it, don't worry about that trivial matter," Feng Hao said, "Will you listen to music?"
Ling Lang didn't understand why he asked the question suddenly, "a little bit."
"Somehow, the loss of vision has made my inspiration more active. From the beginning, there has been a melody lingering in my mind. I want to write it down before I forget it."
Ling Lang knew, and got up to bring a pen and paper, Feng Hao hummed softly, he quickly recorded every note on the paper, and that note contained infinite vitality, and gradually became a beating movement.
Feng Hao chanted several times repeatedly, Ling Lang memorized the complete score a little, and sang it in his heart.
"How?" Feng Hao asked.
"It sounds good," Ling Lang thought for a moment, adding, "It's very powerful."
Feng Hao could not help but "This is a lyric song."
"I know that although I don't know much about pop music, it just makes people feel powerful."
"Well then," Feng Hao Waner, "call my music producer with my mobile phone, I guess the movie won't work in a short time, I might as well take this time to find something for myself."
"But your body ..."
"I just can't see my eyes," Feng Hao gently interrupted him. "My mouth can still sing, my ears can still listen, and besides, I have you, and you are my eyes."
Ling Lang stared at him for a long while, and silently did what he said.
The music producer was called to the hospital on the phone. "I just want to seal you as a model worker. I swear that I can't find a second such dedicated artist in the world." Feng Hao's injury.
"Is the eye hurt badly?" He walked to the bed, only concerned about Feng Hao's condition.
"Anyway," Feng Hao jumped lightly and motioned to Ling Lang to give the score to the other party.
The producer is a man of great music. When he saw the music, he left everything behind, and devoted himself to it.
He hummed from beginning to end, and patted his thighs, "Great, this song is ..." He considered the words for a long time, "full of infinite power!"
Feng Hao squeezed Ling Lang's hand, and the latter immediately understood what he meant.
"What's your name for this song?"
Feng Hao thought for a moment, "BeMyEyes."
The producer snorted, "Like a big praise, I'll find someone to arrange and arrange lyrics when I go back, but can you record songs in this state?"
Feng Hao answered with a smile, "No problem."
"That's good," his eyes fell on the hands of the two hands tightly, "I can even make up the MV picture by brain, just don't know ..."
Feng Hao saw that he didn't talk for a long time, and simply asked, "I don't know what?"
The producer chopped his hair. Ling Lang is a person in the film and television industry. He has never made friends, but he has also heard of this person's difficult-to-contact personality.
Feng Hao raised his lips and tilted his head slightly towards Ling Lang. "I have the honor to invite you to act as my leading actor in the music video?"
Ling Lang answered without thinking, "sure."
The producer raised his eyebrows and was very surprised, but he didn't say anything. He shook his score and left.
When the agent came back, I heard that these two lunatics were going to work again. They were startled. "I usually don't see you so active. The announcement always wants to push and push. When the crew stops, is it not good?"
"It's okay," Feng Hao replied, "It's just recording a song, it won't delay the injury. Besides, the doctor doesn't say it, but I still have to observe it for a while, can't I do surgery for the time being? Ask yourself something to do, and be scattered Energy. "
The agent looked at Ling Lang unnaturally. He knew that Feng Hao was doing this mostly to disperse Ling Lang's energy, so he could not refuse, so he asked, "Do you have to be careful to know? I have Too many reporters have to deal with, and drivers and assistants must be there to follow, wherever they go. "
Feng Hao promised, "Observe, Grandpa Ji."
"Who is Father Ji ?!"
The efficiency of music producers broke through the sky. In just one week, the arrangements and lyrics were completed. After the polished tunes sounded more beautiful, the lyrics written by the gold medalist were simple and beautiful, and the producers praised them and kept guaranteeing the song. Once launched, it is absolutely necessary to grab the limelight in the Chinese music scene.
"But we have to put up with no hair first. After the MV is finished, it will be launched together. The two-pronged approach will have the most impact. I want everyone's eyes and ears to be shocked at the same time!"
Feng Hao was in a wheelchair, pushed by Ling Lang, and walked through the long red carpet covered by the record company. After listening to the superb words of the producer, Feng Hao couldn't help laughing, "I'm glad you said."
Ling Lang took Feng Hao's hand, led him to the recording room, raised his hand on the microphone, Feng Hao Wei nodded, signaled that he knew.
Ling Lang stepped back, the melodious piano sounded, and across a glass, he stared at Feng Hao opposite. This was the first time he heard Feng Hao's live recording. He stood there and sang quietly, without any exaggerated movements or expressions. His body seemed to be covered with a faint light, a string of notes like flowing water. He poured out from his lips and teeth, and kept flowing to Ling Lang's heart.
The recording was exceptionally smooth. After singing a few times, even the always demanding music producer also felt impeccable.
"We are about to set a record of songs in the history of pop music. I'm going to send the master tape to the post stage now. The MV side has been set up. The script is here." After finishing, he put a thin folder Handed it to Ling Lang.
"that……"
He didn't say a word, and the recording studio employees hurriedly came in. "They don't know how to spread the news here. Now the front door and the back door are all blocked by reporters and can't go out."
The producer was startled. "Why are these reporters' noses as good as dogs?" He lowered his head and asked Feng Hao, "What now?"
Feng Hao put his hand on his shoulder, and Ling Lang immediately grasped it.
"What do you say?" Feng Hao consulted his opinion.
Ling Lang groaned. "Take the main entrance."
Everyone in the recording studio looked at the back of the two, and exchanged their eyes. They didn't hear the rumors circulating between the two, but they didn't expect that the rumors were true, and the two people didn't seem to be at all. Avoid worldly eyes.
The reporters were waiting at the door, but no one expected that Ling Lang would push Feng Hao out of the main hall. The flashes flashed for a while, and the camera microphones were pointed at the two of them. One after another, there is no one second gap.
Ling Lang pushed the wheelchair forward at an extremely slow speed under the security road. When facing reporters' questions, he kept his eyes down and said nothing. It seemed that the noisy surroundings did not exist at all.
Feng Hao didn't say anything. From beginning to end, his lips were filled with a smile, as if accidentally took away not only his vision, but also his hearing and his voice.
In the extremely hustle and bustle of the environment, the two silently moved forward firmly towards a goal, even if the speed is slow, they can reach the end.
In the bustling commercial district, everyone inevitably saw the live broadcast on the huge LED screen, "Look, Ling Lang and Feng Hao!"
"Oh my god, what's wrong with Feng Hao's eyes?" Someone soon noticed Feng Hao's abnormality.
"He'll be fine, right?"
Passers-by stopped to look up, the two on the screen looked indifferent, as if in another world, everything around them had nothing to do with them.
The reporters became more and more brutal. The reporters at the back door received the news and heard the wind came. They blocked the way forward and the weak security gradually became unsupportable. Ling Lang was unable to do anything.
He raised his eyes and changed his expression for the first time after leaving the record company door. The reporter thought he was finally about to speak, and then he quieted down one after another. Only the sound of the shutter was rattling at the scene of hundreds of people.
Ling Lang said, "Please let it go."
The reporters stared at each other, wondering what was the correct response for a while.
"Get out of the way," he repeated again, and the low volume was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears on the scene, full of irresistible determination.
Slowly, some reporters started to evade, then more and more, until a passage appeared in front of the two.
Ling Lang continued silently pushing Feng Hao through the passage. Everyone was deterred by the momentum sent by Ling Lang. No one asked another question, and watched the two slowly walk out of the crowd. Some reporters followed up unwillingly, but no one dared to bother, until the two got on the nanny car that had been parked at the door and walked away.
Many passers-by who saw this scene through the LED screen couldn't help covering their mouths. It seemed that if they didn't do this, inexplicable sadness would flow from the bottom of their hearts.