: Return of Act 67

"How about, do you feel better today?" The agent pushed in the door, which is different from the past. Now every time he opens the door, his heart is full of hope.
When I saw the people in the house, the agent was shocked and happy, and quickly stepped forward to support, "You can go down?"
Ling Lang stood leaning against the wall with one hand. It was obvious that she was still weak, but at least it was a big step forward.
"Don't worry, you haven't recovered yet, take your time," the agent mixed him back into bed.
Ling Lang shook his head. "No time."
"What time is running out?" The agent froze.
Ling Lang didn't return to him and asked, "What's so happy?"
The agent patted his face. Did he write his own happiness on his face? He took out the newspaper under his arm and said, "Iggins are caught."
Ling Lang didn't understand, "Who?"
"Eggs," the agent said cheerfully. "It turned out that this guy continued to do evil after he fled abroad. This time he was finally wiped out by the police and the underworld forces behind him.
After reading the newspaper silently, Ling Lang set aside nothing.
"I want to go for a walk."
Ling Lang's calmness surprised the agent, but he nodded, "Oh, okay."
The agent pushed in a wheelchair and carefully helped Ling Lang up. Recently, he found a remote door in the hospital, a blind spot for reporters. Thanks to this door, Linglang was able to bask in the courtyard for a while every day.
Passing through the small door, the agent pushed Ling Lang to walk slowly in the yard. When he reached a place, the person in the wheelchair made a stop gesture.
Even if he didn't do it, the agent knew where to stop. The first time he pushed Ling Lang past here, he unexpectedly found that from this angle, the station across the street could be seen.
Maybe it's because there is a hospital nearby. The station's advertising column is a huge public welfare poster. On the poster, Feng Hao and the Golden Retriever face each other intimately, but if you look closely, you will find that Feng Hao's eyes are not open at all.
It was during the period of Feng Hao's blindness that he made a public service endorsement for the guide dog. Ling Lang himself pushed him to shoot.
After discovering this stop, Ling Lang came here every day with his agent and stared at Feng Hao's poster for a long time.
At first the agent was still a little worried that he saw the real thing, but Ling Lang's situation seemed to be day by day, and his heart slowly let go.
Today, the manager's mood is particularly good. Find a topic to chat with Ling Lang. "Have you seen the movie" The Loyal Dog Hachiko "?"
Ling Lang shook his head.
"It's about an old professor who adopted a stray dog ​​and named it Hachiko."
"Bagong's relationship with the old professor is very good. Every morning, the professor takes the train to class. Bagong takes him to the station and picks him up at night."
"But after the old professor left it that day, he suddenly had a heart attack on the school podium and never returned."
Speaking of which, the agent suddenly realized that this story was out of place. He must have had water in his head to talk to Ling Lang about it, and it must be that poster was misleading.
"Let's go on," Ling Lang said without seeing him.
After hearing what he said, the agent had to continue, "Hugong ... it went on a hunger strike for three days and three nights. Since then, it has been waiting at the train station every day after work, waiting for its owner to come home.
"Until one day, he saw the old professor get off the train, walk to it, and say to him, hey, Hachiko!"
"At that moment, it closed its eyes contentedly."
After the agent finished speaking, he glanced at Ling Lang and jumped in surprise.
"You smiled?"
"Really?" Ling Lang moved his gaze from the stop card to the agent. Although his expression changed slightly, he could still recognize that it was a smile.
"You actually laughed ?!" The agent repeated it unbelievably. This was the first time he saw a smile on Ling Lang's face after Feng Hao left.
"I just think the story is good," a faint smile remained on his face. "If I have a chance, I really want to see it."
"Oh," said the agent, looking dumbly at Ling Lang like this. "What's the problem? I have this disc at home, and I'll show it to you when you leave the hospital."
Ling Lang nodded slightly, and then cast his eyes back to the direction just before. The agent stared at him dumbfounded, his eyes were so familiar at the moment, and Ling Lang's figure actually coincided with Hachiko who was waiting at the train station, and could not be distinguished.
The days passed in the gazing day by day, Ling Lang recovered at an alarming rate, and even the doctor said that he was in a hurry.
"Although I hope you can recover soon, but your body was too weak before and you need to raise it slowly," said the doctor, looking at Ling Lang who was overspending the rehabilitation exercise.
"There is no time," Ling Lang replied the same.
"You always say that there is no time," the agent finally couldn't help asking. "Are there no time?"
With his own efforts, Ling Lang has taken another step, and now he can steadily walk for dozens of meters.
"Time to start the awards ceremony," he replied.
The largest annual celebration in the film and television industry has begun. On the red carpet, the Avenue of Stars, hundreds of star entertainers will pass by tonight.
In the dressing room, despite the psychological construction, the makeup artist who had been away for a long time to see Ling Lang for the first time still couldn't help covering his mouth in surprise.
"Don't look that way," Ling Lang saw through her mind. "I've worked very hard, but I can't become a fat man with a bite."
The makeup artist had to comfort him, "In fact, if the cheekbones are modified here, they will not look so thin after the photo."
"Then please."
The makeup artist shook her hands, and the powder she had just picked up almost fell off.
"You suddenly became so polite, I'm really not used to it."
"Then please do your best," Ling Lang said calmly. "If this is the last time I will be on stage to receive the award, I also hope that I can make a good impression in front of the camera."
"Well, Raven's mouth," the agent interjected. "How could it be the last time, you are still so young, and there are countless opportunities in the future, let alone this podium, Oscar, Nobel, we will all Go again. "
Ling Lang closed her eyes and let the makeup artist paint on her face. "It's just an assumption."
The makeup location is only a few steps away from the party scene, but there is still a special car waiting at the door.
The brokerage company made a big effort for Ling Lang this time. The lengthened black luxury car shows the nobility of the people in the car.
The agent seemed more nervous than Ling Lang, checking his instruments over and over again.
"If the winner is you, I have written the award speech for you. You should memorize it in advance."
He shoved him a small note, along with Ling Lang's phone. "After entering, remember to mute the phone."
"Will you call me halfway?"
The broker snapped, "Should not."
"Then there's no need to be silent."
Before the agent had time to ponder the meaning of this sentence, the car had slowly reached its destination.
Artists are dressed in costumes, walking on the red carpet in steps of graceful or steady, some are alone, and some carry female partners.
The agent finally looked at Ling Lang from head to toe, and the person was thin and the momentum was undiminished. He was still the iceberg actor he was familiar with.
"Go, you can do it," he blurted out. When Lang Lang first set foot on this passage several years ago, he encouraged Ling Lang in this way. Several years later, Ling Lang has become a frequent visitor on this red carpet, but he is still the fledgling bird in his heart.
The door opened, and the focus of the audience gathered here and there. The youngest film actress in the contemporary entertainment industry appeared in front of the public for the first time in more than a month. His expression was as proud as ever.
The enthusiastic greet failed to melt the iceberg for half a minute, he crossed the crowd on both sides without squinting, stepping on the line to the left of the red carpet center, step by step.
"Did he go astray?" Looking at Ling Lang's back, the assistant asked uncertainly.
"No," the agent looked at him in the same way. "He just didn't walk alone."
The awards ceremony was overcrowded as in previous years. The auditorium on the first floor was filled with artists and guests. On the second floor, a number of VIP seats were suspended.
The crew of "PrisonBreakbackOceanII" is undoubtedly the winner of this year, including almost all major awards. Every time a clip of the nominated video is played, the faces of Ling Lang and Feng Hao flash across the screen.
After a period of performance, the party finally ushered in the climax of everyone's expectations.
The prize-winner opened the envelope in his hand, "Nominated for best actor, Ling Lang," PrisonBreakbackOceanII. "
On the screen, Ling Lang looked back and smiled slightly. It was the last glimpse of the role he played in the world. He was praised by film critics as the most stunning scene of the year and touched the hearts of countless moviegoers.
After looking back, the guest continued, "Feng Hao," PrisonBreakbackOceanII. "
Everyone was surprised that this was the first time in history that two actors in a film were nominated for the best actor at the same time, perhaps because both of them were starring, and no one was a supporting cast.
On the screen, there was no editing, and it was broadcast directly along with the talented camera. Feng Hao stood alone on the edge of the cliff. The shock and anger in his eyes had disappeared, and sadness and regret rose quietly from the bottom of his eyes.
But soon, even this last human emotion escaped without a trace. The character was still breathing, but his life had come to an end.
Ling Lang watched the movie playback calmly. He came here to complete the last task in his life. When it's done, you can follow the deceased owner without worries.
That was what Mr. Mo left in his ears when he closed himself in a dream.
Don't you always want to repay me? I want you to attend the awards party half a month later. This is my last request for you. After you're done, everything you owe me will be paid off. By then you will be dead or alive, and I will never interfere.
"The final winner is-" The prize-winner dragged a long note in order to create suspense, facing the camera of Ling Lang already ready to cut into the close-up, and then Ling Lang raised his eyes slightly.
"Ling Lang," PrisonBreakbackOceanII "! Congratulations!"
The applause sounded like a thunder. Ling Lang stood up from the seat and walked to the stage steadily under the attention of everyone.
This road is not long, but for the weak Ling Lang, every step burns his limited physical strength. All his efforts after he woke up were to walk the last section of his life with his head raised.
After receiving the trophy from the awarding guests, Ling Lang nodded slightly towards the audience.
He spread out a small note in his palm, and his agent knew him best, and wrote only three sentences in a concise manner.
"Thanks to the organizing committee for granting me this honor," he finished the first sentence.
"Thanks to the director, screenwriter, and every member of the crew," the agent held his hand nervously off the stage. This is the second sentence. After reading the third sentence safely, you can step down and bow. Don't be surprised again.
Ling Lang on the stage did not speak at this time, so the audience did not know that the audience thought that this was all the thank-you words from the film princes, and they have gradually applauded.
What about the third sentence? The broker raised his head in doubt, what about the third sentence? Is my handwriting too scribbled?
The applause ended, Ling Lang still did not step down, and everyone immediately understood, this is something to say.
The agent was relieved. It turned out that he wanted to focus on the back and emphasize the meaning.
The venue was quiet again, and everyone was looking forward to what the film emperor said.
Ling Lang looked at the palm of his hand, rubbed the note with the thank-you agent, and held it in his hand.
"I also want to thank two people," Ling Lang's voice, slowly echoed through the conference hall with an echo, "one is my benefactor. Without him, there would be no achievements I have achieved today."
"One is my lover. Without him, all my achievements seem meaningless."
He tightened the trophy in his hand. "But unfortunately, the two people I want to share the award with most are not present at the scene today ..."
No one spoke, no one applauded, and the auditorium of thousands seemed to be dead.
"Ding Jing Ling Jing Jing ..."
A faint ringtone rang, and Ling Lang looked up, thinking he had a hallucination.
"Ding Jing Ling Jing Jing ..."
The bell rang again, and the sound was so clear and real.
Ling Lang incredibly put his hand into his arms. If hearing deceived him, how could vision happen to happen at the same time?
He stared at the caller's name for a while, then held the phone to his ear.
"Look up," said over there.
Ling Lang lifted his head mechanically. On the VIP table on the second floor directly in front of him, there was a figure standing with one hand in his pocket, seeing the other's sight catching himself, and shaking his mobile phone at him.
The crowd hadn't had time to react to what happened. I saw the man on the stage rushed down the general road, passed through the aisle, and disappeared at the exit.
Ling Lang had only one thought in his mind at the moment. He forgot the occasion, forgot his exhaustion, and rushed to the second floor desperately, followed by a reporter holding a camera.
A door opened quietly. Whoever stood there was already a passerby to Ling Lang. He rushed to the door and stopped.
The sudden run reached the limit of body load, the chest was violently undulating, the heart beating in the brain, mixed with the rapid wheezing sound, and resonance in the eardrum occurred.
However, his body could not feel it anymore. Expectations and fears influenced the speed of his progress. The destination was close at hand, but every step he took became more and more difficult.
He finally came to the door, the familiar back view that greeted him, how many days and nights made him dreamy.
The man turned slowly, his eyes so gentle that water could drip.
"I am back."
Feng Hao's voice didn't fall, but felt a huge impulse rushed on his face and was almost knocked back.
The person who just opened the door saw Ling Lang pounce in, turned around, took the door, and closed a reporter outside.
Ling Lang clung to the neck of the person in front of him tightly, and buried his head in the fossa of the other person's neck.
Feng Hao was strangled by him, but did not stop, standing straight, leaving him to hold him.
"WOO," he teased. "My puppy like an iceberg turned out so enthusiastic that I couldn't stop it."
He glanced down at the stage. "This is a live broadcast. The whole world is watching it."
"Just because someone is watching," Ling Lang's voice was dull, "if there is no one, I will kneel down for you now."
Feng Hao laughed out loud because of his words, "If you really kneel, I can't bear to hit you again."
Ling Lang got a little tighter. "I hope you can hit me once so that I know if I'm dreaming now."
He let go of his hand and stared at Feng Hao intently. "Bagong saw his master's vision before he died, should I die too?"
Feng Hao stroked Ling Lang's cheek with one hand. "Bagong has always been with its master."
His fingers crossed the thin contours of his opponent, "and you too."
Feng Hao took Ling Lang's hand and shook hands with him. "Your speech hasn't finished, don't you continue?"
Ling Lang appeared on the stage again, and finally the right person was on his side.
The tide-like applause gradually dissipated. Ling Lang looked around and looked down at the stand, and opened his mouth with satisfaction.
"Thank my agent."