Waiting Upon You

The script of the MV is extremely simple. One is a pianist who is blind, and the other is a gay man who protects him. Ling Lang read that page over and over several times, and he couldn't think of a more suitable one. is set.

The shooting scene is also clean, with an empty room, bright floor-to-ceiling windows, and translucent white gauze curtains drooping quietly. A pure white grand piano is placed in the center of the room, and the four legs of the wooden piano bench of the same color are bent into an elegant arc.

Ling Lang took Feng Hao's hand, took him around every corner of the room, and described everything in front of him in a low voice. Feng Hao slowly brushed over the keys of the piano, and nodded with a smile under his explanation. .The staff all stopped their work and looked towards this side. Just standing there, these two people formed a beautiful picture.

Both of them changed into white clothes, blending in with the surroundings of the room. The gauze on Feng Hao's eyes could not be removed, which made the whole person have a sickly aesthetic feeling.

Feng Hao sat in front of the piano, raised his wrist, first played a few notes vaguely, and then a series of melodious melodies flowed from his fingertips and spread to the entire room.The sound of the piano touched the white wall and then scattered and reflected, until it filled all the emptiness, and it seemed to fill up the empty heart of the person.

It was only then that Ling Lang knew that Feng Hao could play the piano. His slender fingers danced on the black and white keys, sometimes masculine and powerful, sometimes jumping cheerfully, and sometimes gentle like water, making people unable to move their eyes away. It's like a dream, and it sounds like a dream.

According to the design in the script, Ling Lang should stand by the piano, watching all this with his head down.But after a while, he walked around between Feng Hao and the camera, sat down on the piano bench, hugged his knees, and fell into deep thought.

The MV director's eyes lit up, and he ordered the cameraman to push the camera towards him bit by bit. He was barefoot, his ankles were exposed in the air, obviously without any scale of exposure, and he suddenly made people feel sexy to an amazing degree.

In the blurred background behind him, Feng Hao's white leather shoes rise and fall on the pedals, adding a bit of agility to this peaceful picture.

After the final ending sound fell, Feng Hao sat quietly for a while while maintaining the ending posture, then groped to get up, Ling Lang slowly raised his head, but instead of helping him, he watched him walk towards the window step by step.

Feng Hao stretched out his hand until his fingertips felt the coolness of the glass, and then he stopped. If he didn't look into his eyes, he would feel that he was just looking at the scenery outside the window.Two people, one standing and one sitting, one looking out the window, one looking at each other, one reflecting the other in the eyes, and the other holding the other in the heart.

As soon as the camera turned, Ling Lang appeared behind Feng Hao, and stretched out his hand to cover Feng Hao's palm. Feng Hao's palm was pressed against the cold window, and the temperature of that person came from the back of his hand. Slowly clasping his five fingers, Feng Hao also greeted the same response, the two of them intertwined their fingers, Ling Lang closed his eyes, and buried his head in Feng Hao's neck.

Time seemed to stand still at this second, several eras passed in the blink of an eye outside the window, from bright sunshine to lightning and thunder, strong winds rolled up the gauze curtains and danced, and snowflakes fell all over the sky, the two people inside the window remained motionless, as if they were That moment became eternity.

The people around were stunned. The assistant poked the director, and the latter woke up suddenly, and called a stop excitedly.

"I, I suddenly had an inspiration, and I wanted to add a shot, I don't know, I don't know you two..." The director stammered inexplicably.

Ling Lang didn't say anything, just waiting for his next words.

"That's right, I want that, the scale is bigger, no, it's not for pornography, it's for real," the director scratched his head in pain, he's not a newcomer in the industry, and it's the first time he's in such a difficult situation, "That's what I want The pursuit of beauty, I can't think of any better way to express it."

Ling Lang turned his head to look at Feng Hao, seeing that he did not object, he turned back to the director and nodded.

The two reappear in front of the camera, their upper bodies already naked, exposing masculine lines and firm muscles.

The director was inexplicably moved, he had completely forgotten that he was filming the MV for Feng Hao, and he truly regarded it as his own work of art. He instructed the camera to control the lens above the shoulder line of the two, so that they could not be seen from the screen. A little erotic meaning.

The two stood in good positions, the director gave them an OK gesture, and with a beep, the camera started, and the red REC flashed regularly on the monitor screen, recording everything in the eyes of the camera.

Ling Lang slowly embraced Feng Hao from behind, and the two naked bodies fit seamlessly together, and the muscle lines changed smoothly, outlining the contours of both rigidity and softness.Feng Hao has done this familiar movement to him countless times, and this is the first time he hugged Feng Hao like this, every time Feng Hao hugged him like this, it gave him an infinite sense of security, but this time, he also wanted to Guard each other firmly.

He squirmed the Adam's apple against the back of Feng Hao's neck. He believed that Feng Hao must have felt it too. He tightened his embrace a little more, fearing that the embrace in his embrace was just an illusory dream, which would turn into bubbles and disappear in the blink of an eye. not see.

As if feeling the unrest in his heart, Feng Hao raised his left hand, patted his arm lightly, and stayed there, injecting strength into his body endlessly.

The gauze curtain was drawn, and the figures of the two people became hazy, and their movements could be vaguely seen, but it was like looking at flowers in the fog or looking at the moon in the water, and it was impossible to see them clearly.

They lingered selflessly on one side of the gauze curtain, arousing people's infinite reverie on the other side of the gauze curtain. The breeze would blow a corner of the curtain from time to time, making the whole room happy.

In the last scene of the MV, in the backlight through the gauze curtain, Ling Lang stands on tiptoe and gently presses a kiss on Feng Hao's eyes. Where no one hears, Ling Lang hears Ling Ling's voice coming from Feng Hao's ear. Lang murmured.

Let me be your eyes, mayI Feng Hao's mouth slightly raised.

Sure.

As soon as Ling Lang entered the house, he knelt down to change Feng Hao's slippers, and then helped him to sit on the sofa. In order to prevent him from getting bored, he turned on the TV for him to listen to, put the remote control in his hand, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner by himself. .

Ever since Feng Hao's eye was injured, all housework has become Ling Lang's responsibility. It's been a long time since he played with the kitchen when Feng Hao was at home. At first, he was a little novice, but these days he slowly found it again. feel.

All he made was food that was convenient for Feng Hao to eat. The meat and vegetables were cut into chunks so that they could be picked up with a fork. Feng Hao insisted on not feeding him, so he had to work hard on this.

"Your cooking skills are improving every day," Feng Hao praised after taking a sip.

"I just picked up the wasted craftsmanship." Ling Lang thought for a while, "I will cook a lot of dishes, and I will cook them for you."

Feng Hao laughed, "It's as if I won't be able to cook in the future."

Ling Lang was silent, Feng Hao noticed his abnormality, put down his fork, and groped for his hand, Ling Lang immediately put his hand in his palm.

"You have to have faith in your master. Even if I can no longer see, it doesn't mean I can't cook anymore. I lost a pair of eyes, but it doesn't mean I'm a useless person."

Ling Lang's nose was sore, he suppressed this feeling forcibly, turned to shake the other's hand, and said in a low voice, let's eat.

After dinner, Ling Lang cleaned up the restaurant and went back to the living room to watch TV with Feng Hao.I don’t know when the TV program changed again. It’s a youth idol drama full of dog blood. The male protagonist has leukemia, so he recruits a female supporting role to pretend to have a change of heart, in order to stop the female protagonist from thinking about it.

"Didn't you think that if you do this, it will make her more sad?" The female supporting role did not agree with his idea.

"No matter how sad you are, you won't be sad to see me leave this world with your own eyes." The hero looked up at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle melancholy, "I can't continue to delay her happiness like this, she deserves a better future."

He lowered his head again, "Maybe, she will be sad and painful for a while, but in the near future, there will be a better man who will love her instead of me."

Ling Lang was inexplicably agitated. He grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV with a snap.

Feng Hao smiled, he didn't ask Ling Lang why he suddenly turned off the TV, even if he couldn't see it, he could see everything.

"Shall I read the newspaper to you?" Ling Lang suggested.

Feng Hao nodded.

Ling Lang fetched the newspaper of the day, and reflexively flipped to the entertainment page first. Not surprisingly, the two of them took up two-thirds of the front page, and the other third was about Wu Guanfeng.

Seeing that Ling Lang hadn't spoken for a long time, Feng Hao asked, "What's the news?"

Ling Lang quickly scanned the news nearby, "Wu Guanfeng can stand up now."

Feng Hao smiled, "Good progress."

Ling Lang turned over the entertainment page and began to read the social page. Feng Hao listened quietly, occasionally commenting, until there was no more news in the newspaper that the two were interested in.

Ling Lang put away the newspaper, and just when the two of them were thinking about what to do, Feng Hao said, "Will you push me to the park?"

There was a park near Feng Hao's house, and there were many people coming and going, but Ling Lang and the others had never visited it. Being a star deprived them of a lot of freedom, even including such a simple wish as visiting the park.

The sun is setting and the cool breeze is warm. It is a good time for strolling in the park. Today, Ling Lang and Feng Hao are more eye-catching than usual. They are sitting in a wheelchair with their eyes blindfolded, and the other is slowly pushing each other forward , Attracting the attention of almost everyone in the park, someone recognized them immediately, whispering in private, hesitating whether to go forward.

Ling Lang pushed Feng Hao all the way to the lake as if no one was around, and sat down on the bench himself. Long silhouette.

This picturesque scene made the hesitant people dispel their thoughts. No one came forward to disturb them. People were all watching from a distance. The harmonious and quiet relationship between the two seemed to be unable to tolerate the third person's anger. exist.