Waiting Upon You

The last time Ling Lang came to Feng Hao's house, he was empty-handed, but when he visited again, he brought his luggage with him.

He stood at the door for a long time without going in, Feng Hao has been quietly standing beside him, without asking or urging.

"Last time you asked me at the beach..." Ling Lang opened his mouth uncharacteristically, and Feng Hao listened attentively.

"When I was young, I was always troubled by my own special tendencies. During college, I focused on my studies without any distractions. After that, for a full ten years, I..." He hesitated, "Believe it or not, the first half of my life I did not Like anyone, you say you like me, but I don't know what like is..."

Feng Hao stepped forward and hugged him tenderly, "I believe it, and I'm also very glad that you can take the initiative to tell me this. Now that you are standing here and telling me what's on your mind, I already feel very relieved."

After a hug ended, Feng Hao let go, "I can help you clarify everything you are uncertain about; I can wait patiently for everything you don't understand."

He looked serious, "But I think you must understand that once you step through this door, we will no longer be in the same relationship as before. I think you must also understand that the relationship I want is not just lovers."

Ling Lang stared at him for a while, then nodded solemnly.

Feng Hao curled his mouth and stretched out his hand towards Ling Lang, "Thank you for leaving me your first step, and I promise you that I will take you through it well."

It was the first time for the manager to come to Feng Hao's house, and he carefully checked every corner of the room.

"Did you find any hidden dangers?" Feng Hao asked with a smile.

"What are these rooms for?" He pointed to several locked doors.

"It's just a pile of debris."

Seeing Feng Hao smiling like a fox, the agent felt that what he said was not true, but he couldn't expose him to his face.

He walked to the window and carefully observed any blind spots around him that could hide.

"Don't worry, this place is under closed management, paparazzi can't even enter the main entrance."

The agent didn't believe him, "You said the same thing on the island, but it turned out that you were taken away?"

Feng Hao spread his hands helplessly, "That was my momentary negligence, besides, the relationship between me and the senior is already semi-public, so what does it matter if it is photographed?"

The agent jumped, "I haven't admitted it yet! You two are just cooperating with the hype!"

"Okay," Feng Hao sighed, "It's what you say."

Only then was the manager satisfied, "You swiped your card twice when you brought me in just now?"

"Well, you need to swipe your card to enter both the main entrance and the entrance of the small courtyard."

"Do you still have the secondary card? Give me one, and a spare key."

"No," Feng Hao refused without any excuses.

The manager was blown bearded and stared at Feng Hao's blunt refusal, "I have the door card and key of Ling Lang's house before."

Feng Hao was not affected by him at all, his smile remained the same, "But this is my home."

When Ling Lang came to the living room, what he saw was the scene of two people talking and laughing freely while the other was gnashing their teeth. It seemed that as long as the two people met, the situation would inevitably develop in this direction.

"What's the matter?" Ling Lang never talked nonsense, as long as he opened his mouth, he would get straight to the point.

The manager glared at Feng Hao, and began to explain in a rambling manner, "I have fought with the company, it's better that you don't show up in public during this time, although the two of you are already... cooperating with the hype, but it's not necessary Made it so loud."

"I pushed all your propaganda. During this period of time, you just need to stay at home with peace of mind, and try not to go out as much as possible, and don't contact the media."

Ling Lang originally didn't like publicity and entertainment, and the manager's arrangement was just in line with his wishes, let alone Feng Hao, among all the things the other party said after entering the door, he was most satisfied with this sentence.

"Anyway, there aren't any suitable scripts recently, so you can just treat yourself as an exaggerated holiday."

"Senior is so lucky," Feng Hao pretended to sigh, "I also want to have a vacation."

"Let the brokerage company hide you, so that you can have a vacation every day," the broker deliberately angrily said to him.

"It's a pity that I don't have a brokerage company, otherwise I would have suggested this to the higher-ups," Feng Hao said regretfully, making the manager gnash his teeth but there was nothing he could do.

"I'm still keeping an eye on the house for you. If you can't find a particularly suitable one for a while, don't worry," the agent suddenly thought.

"You don't need to look for it, the senior has decided to live with me for a long time," Feng Hao interjected, "You can pack up his leftovers and send them here."

The agent didn't believe what he said at all, "I know Ling Lang better than you. He has lived alone for so many years, so he won't get used to sharing with others." He turned to Ling Lang and asked, "Do you think so?"

Ling Lang didn't lift his eyelids, "Just do as he says."

"I..." The manager choked on his throat, unable to get up or down.

The manager had nothing to do with them, so he had to emphasize the safety issue for a long time before getting up to leave.

Feng Hao sent him to the door, and handed him a small note by the way.

"What is this?" The agent asked looking at the numbers on the note.

"My landline at home, in the future, for any problems that can be solved with language, you can just dial this number, and you don't have to trouble yourself to go there yourself."

Feng Hao's subtext couldn't be more obvious, the manager's mouth twitched, "What is a problem that can be solved with words, can't I send a script contract or something?"

Feng Hao smiled and handed him another note, which seemed to be well prepared.

"What is this?"

"The number of ZJS, please make good use of the courier."

"You..." The manager was choked again and couldn't speak.

"In short, if it's not necessary, please try to minimize the time you spend here," Feng Hao's tone was polite and sincere, but the content of his words made people feel that he was not polite.

When the manager heard this, he wanted to jump again, "Why?"

Feng Hao's performance was impeccable, "Because this is my home."

After sending off the manager, Feng Hao went back to the living room to say goodbye to Ling Lang.

"There is an announcement to be made today, just stay at home and wait for me to come back," he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss Ling Lang on the face.

Although there was still a moment of unnaturalness, Ling Lang forced himself to try to accept it, so he didn't avoid it.

"I'll buy vegetables tonight and come back to cook. What do you like to eat?"

"I'm fine, I'll go buy it."

Feng Hao refused with a smile, "I'm afraid you will cause a traffic jam at the entrance of the supermarket."

"I can wear sunglasses or something."

"That's too eye-catching," Feng Hao patted his head, "I'll just go, I'm not as famous as you, so I'm not afraid of being recognized."

After Feng Hao left, Ling Lang stayed idly for a while, Feng Hao didn't feel it when he was there, but when he was alone, he realized that the habits he had developed over the years made him feel at a loss when he stayed in other people's private space for a long time.

He watched TV, but there was no program he wanted to watch. He wanted to read books. Feng Hao’s bookshelves were filled with English books. It's hard to look straight.

When he was at home, he used to clean up the room to pass the time, but Feng Hao's house was spotless no matter where he went, even cleaner than his own room.

He walked around the house a few times, and the doors of the rooms he hadn't entered before were still locked. Ling Lang, who had nowhere to go, finally came to the study.

The computer network is connected, Ling Lang browsed a circle of entertainment news on the Internet, and as expected, the overwhelming news was about himself and Feng Hao, most of which were uploaded by paparazzi on the island, and a few of them were just catching wind and shadows. Guess, after all, this is the first time that Ling Lang has been rumored since his debut, and the major media have cut their heads to dig out the inside story.

Ling Lang wasn't interested in his own news, so he thought of the Weibo that he mentioned when we met that day, so he found out the account password he got from his assistant, and logged in.

Feng Hao is indeed the only person on his watch list. His last Weibo post by "himself" is concise and to the point, with only two words, "landing", followed by a purely scenic photo of the airport. There is not even a back of the head in the photo. .

Such a simple Weibo, but the retweet rate is surprisingly high. Ling Lang found that Feng Hao's account also retweeted this Weibo in the retweet. ?” followed by an aggrieved face.

The comments on Weibo are very lively, some say that time with the one you love flies by naturally, some say that there is no need to pretend to be wronged if you are not together after landing, and more people simply write three words—— —together.

Ling Lang clicked on Feng Hao's homepage again, and the other's latest Weibo was "Today's fans broke a million, but I guess most of them are zombies (grievances). Children who are not zombies, please move your fingers and retweet to prove that you love me (Love you)."

Ling Lang wasn't very used to the complicated interface of Weibo. He clicked on the page a few times, and he didn't know what he clicked. Before he had time to take a closer look, he heard the sound of a key turning in the door lock.

He put down the mouse and came to the door, Feng Hao had already opened the door, with a shopping bag in his hand and a shopping bag on the ground.

"Why didn't you ring the doorbell?" Ling Lang wanted to pick up the bag on the ground, but Feng Hao picked it up first.

"I'm used to it." He carried two bags and walked straight to the kitchen. "I'm not sure about the taste of the senior. I bought a little of each dish, but it turned out that I bought a little too much."

Ling Lang followed Feng Hao to the kitchen empty-handed, watched him put the bag on the cooking table, and took out the contents one by one.

"Senior seems to like vegetarian food more?" Feng Hao put the meat together, "Then I'll freeze these first."

Ling Lang reached out to pick it up, but Feng Hao avoided it without making a sound, so he had to stand aside and watch the other party put the fresh-keeping boxes one by one into the freezer of the refrigerator.

"How about eating potatoes at night?" Feng Hao picked up a potato and asked him with a smile.

Ling Lang wanted to wash it for him, but Feng Hao had already turned on the faucet. Ling Lang wanted to take a knife to peel the skin, but he held down his hand, "I'll do it."

Ling Lang finally couldn't help but said, "I can do these things too."

He used to know nothing about it, but the long time of living alone has already taught him how to take care of his life.

Feng Hao smiled and shook his head, "You don't need to do any of these things."

Ling Lang frowned puzzled, "I don't want to stay here for free."

"You really want to do something for me?" Feng Hao asked.

Ling Lang nodded.

Feng Hao smiled very gently, "Then go and get the slippers for me."

Ling Lang was fixed in place, Feng Hao still looked at him with a smile, his eyes were full of doting, but his tone contained irresistible firmness.

Since the acquaintance, every order of the other party has been understated like a joke, but no order can make him laugh.

He stared at Feng Hao for a while, and finally slowly bent down.

A moment later, Ling Lang reappeared in the kitchen. He lowered his head and gently placed the slippers at Feng Hao's feet.