Waiting Upon You

Feng Hao patted his head in satisfaction, with a look of approval, "You learned faster than I thought."

"I'll prepare dinner. You can do whatever you want. If you really have nothing to do," he pointed to the door, "wait for me there."

Ling Lang thought about it, and finally accepted the second opinion, and stayed at the kitchen door to wait for Feng Hao to prepare dinner.

Feng Hao's knuckles are slender, and he looks very elegant when holding the knife. Just looking at it, Ling Lang will think of what these hands have done to him.

As soon as Feng Hao raised his eyes, he could see Ling Lang waiting at the door. Seeing the other party staring at him intently, he smiled at him and lowered his head to cut vegetables.

This meaningful smile made Ling Lang blush inexplicably, he turned his head away in embarrassment, but it didn't take long for his eyes to drift back involuntarily.

Feng Hao took the washed vegetables out of the water, "Do you eat onion, ginger and garlic? What about coriander?"

"I can't eat chocolate."

Feng Hao nodded, "I wrote it down."

Ling Lang looked at it quietly for a while, and found that Feng Hao's cooking methods and ingredients were very Western-style, which reminded him of the row of xenophobic documents on the other party's bookshelf.

"Have you ever stayed abroad?"

Feng Hao seemed a little surprised that Ling Lang would take the initiative to find a topic to chat with, "Well, I've been there before. When you first saw me, I had just returned to China."

"Study abroad?"

Feng Hao smiled, "I'm running around for the economy."

Ling Lang remembered that Feng Hao once said that he would take care of the family business.

Feng Hao's tone was very relaxed, "I owed a lot of money to others before, so I had to make money to pay off the debt."

Seeing the worry on Ling Lang's face, he smiled and added, "Fortunately, it's all paid off."

Ling Lang looked around and felt that he was worrying too much. People who can live in this kind of house really don't look like they are in debt.

"To whom do you owe money? Usury?" He asked casually.

"Haha," Feng Hao laughed, "Well, the interest is not low anyway."

"Why borrow money?"

"Because..." Feng Hao turned the steak over, "We must protect the people we want to protect."

"What?" The range hood was on, but Ling Lang didn't hear it clearly.

"How well-done do you want the steak to be? Is it okay to have seven?" Feng Hao changed the subject without showing any emotion.

"Oh well."

Feng Hao turned off the fire, "Okay."

He brought the plate to the dining room, "Is it cool on the ground?"

Ling Lang just stood up, his feet were still a little numb, "It's okay."

"You could grab a mat next time," he thoughtfully suggested.

Sure enough, Feng Hao didn't exaggerate. His cooking skills are very good, at least better than Ling Lang's.

When the two of them ate, they were very quiet, no one spoke, and even the noise from the tableware was very small.

It wasn't until after dinner that Ling Lang asked Feng Hao about his doubts.

"Why did you let me eat at the table?"

Feng Hao couldn't help laughing, "I'm not that extreme. Most of the time, I hope you are a human being."

"As for the rest of the time," he started to clean up the used tableware, "it's just a fun embellishment."

This time Ling Lang consciously didn't intervene. When Feng Hao was washing dishes in the kitchen, he went to the living room.

There are a lot of discs in Feng Hao's house. He found out about this last time he came here, but he didn't have a chance to look at them carefully. Now he flipped through them one by one and found that Feng Hao's taste in watching movies is very similar to his own. As long as it is a movie he likes , Feng Hao will most likely have it, and there are many others he hasn't seen.

He flipped through the pages and found his favorite movie. He had watched this movie many times, but he was still not bored. He put the disc into the player and jumped directly to the back with the remote control. The climax begins to watch.

When Feng Hao finished packing and came out, he found that Ling Lang was watching "The Lover Under One Step" intently. The scene where Ling Daoxi buried his head on the back of Qi Dong's hand and cried after the two were sent to the hospital in a car accident was being played on TV.

Feng Hao quietly sat next to Ling Lang. Ling Lang, who was so devoted, didn't seem to notice. The two of them watched the end of the film together. It wasn't until the subtitles appeared that Ling Lang realized that there was an extra person beside him.

"Are you so serious in everything you do?" Feng Hao thought it was funny.

Ling Lang has been used to being alone all these years, but he really hasn't gotten used to having a second person in the family.

He got up to return the DVD, Feng Hao's voice came from behind him, "You like this movie very much?"

"Well," Ling Lang put the disc back carefully, "It's a pity that it was banned in China as soon as it was filmed."

"It is inevitable that this kind of fringe subject matter will be banned."

Ling Lang scanned the cover of the CD and saw a familiar name, "It turns out that this is also a work written by Yi Yi. He wrote such a good script for others, but what he gave to me is a piece of shit."

"Don't say that," Feng Hao shook his head noncommittally, "That kind of script is too niche and has no market."

"I didn't make the film for the box office," Ling Lang put the disc back to its original place.

Feng Hao lowered his head and smiled, and refused to comment. There was an unfamiliar singing voice in the bedroom, and Feng Hao was the first to hear it, "What sound?"

Ling Lang listened carefully, "It's my phone."

On the other end of the phone was the furious manager, "My ancestor, didn't you agree not to admit it? Why are you making trouble? I'm going to be blown up all night!"

Ling Lang didn't understand, "What's wrong with me?"

"What kind of Weibo are you doing if you have nothing to do? You still don't show your love enough, do you? Do you think your flash bombs are not bright enough? If I knew it, I shouldn't have given you the account number and password!"

Ling Lang couldn't understand what he was saying at all, Feng Hao answered the phone, listened to a few words, said to the other side, "I see," and then hung up the phone.

"What?" Ling Lang asked.

"You are on Weibo today."

"Ah."

"Also forwarded my Weibo?"

"Ok?"

Seeing his expressionless but bewildered look, Feng Hao couldn't help but put his arms around him and kissed him on the forehead, "You can survive in the entertainment industry until today, someone must have protected you well. "

When he came to the study, Ling Lang's account was still logged in, Feng Hao entered his homepage, and sure enough, the latest Weibo was no longer "landing".

——@铃郎: Forward Weibo//@封昊: Fans broke a million today, but I guess most of them are zombies (grievance).Children who are not zombies, please move your fingers and retweet to prove that you love me (love you).

Feng Hao smiled, "Should I turn around and say that I love you too in this situation?"

He glanced at the terrifying forwarding number in the lower right corner, "Log in to my account now, and I will definitely be stuck by Aite News."

Ling Lang stood behind him all the time, still looking calm and bewildered inside, "Is there any problem?"

"No, you retweeted very well," Feng Hao quickly dragged down the page, "This seems to be the only one you retweeted, I'm really honored."

Feng Hao closed the browser casually, "Let's go, I'll take a bath for you."

This is not the first time Feng Hao has given him a bath, and Ling Lang no longer feels ashamed as he did at the beginning. No matter where Feng Hao goes, he is always well-dressed, and even the rolled-up cuffs are meticulously rolled up when bathing him. .

"You take care of me like this, what should I do if you take care of me until I lose the ability to take care of myself?" When Feng Hao was wiping Ling Lang's hair with a bath towel, Ling Lang suddenly asked him.

Feng Hao glanced at the misty mirror, where the shadows of the two were vaguely reflected, "Then I will take care of you for the rest of my life."

After taking a bath, Feng Hao put on the collar for Ling Lang as usual, and after confirming that it was tight enough, he let him go to bed. Ling Lang thought that he would do something to him, but Feng Hao unexpectedly did nothing.

Ling Lang was held in the arms of the other party, and listening to his even heartbeat, he also fell asleep unknowingly. He had no dreams all night, and when he woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Feng Hao was still sleeping soundly, Ling Lang stared blankly at his sharp face for a while, then suddenly thought of something, and cautiously got out of bed.

Feeling that the bed collapsed, and then his body sank, Feng Hao saw Ling Lang and the newspaper appeared in front of him as soon as he woke up, he held back a smile, took the newspaper, and patted the other person's head, "Morning."

Ling Lang got back under the blanket again, and lay down next to Feng Hao.

"There is a small cabinet as soon as you enter the door, and there is a flannelette in the bottom drawer."

Ling Lang listened carefully.

"You can wrap the newspaper in it, or you'll eat the lead."

He nodded.

It can be seen that there has not been any big news in the circle recently, and the headlines of the entertainment section are still the two of them.

The only forwarding, the only attention, the content of the forwarding is still so ambiguous, people can't believe that it is difficult for the two of them to have anything, the agency company wants them to play the ball outside, who would have hit home plate by accident.

Feng Hao sighed, "Your manager thought that the world would be peaceful by keeping you at home, but now it seems that he still underestimates you."

Ling Lang's attention was attracted by another piece of news, "You signed Ye's?"

"Ah."

"When?"

"yesterday."

"You said yesterday that the announcement was the signing ceremony?"

"Well, now I'm an artist under the same company as you, are you happy, senior?"

"Then you will be very busy in the future?"

Feng Hao smiled, "I will have the cheek to push down all the jobs that can be pushed down."

Feng Hao got up and prepared breakfast for the two of them. He really turned off his work as he said, and stayed at home the day after signing the contract. Ling Lang now knows why Feng Hao's house is spotless. , will clean the room.

"I don't think doing housework is a burden," Feng Hao carefully cleaned every corner of the room, "On the contrary, it will make me feel peaceful."

Ling Lang was deeply touched by this. When he lived alone, he often passed the time by doing housework.Especially every time I return to the residence from the film crew and clean the dusty room with my own hands, I immediately feel a sense of belonging to home.

Ling Lang had nothing to do, so he followed Feng Hao——Feng Hao cleaned the bedroom, and he stayed in the bedroom, Feng Hao cleaned the study, and he followed to the study, and every time the other party cleaned a room, he stayed at the door and waited for him, as if this That's all his work.

"If you're bored, you can go online or watch TV," Feng Hao suggested.

Ling Lang shook his head, expressing that he didn't want to go, Feng Hao let him go.

One of the two was cleaning and the other was waiting. Neither of them spoke. The room was quiet, and the air was almost condensed. Instead, a harmonious atmosphere slowly flowed between the two.

Ling Lang's gaze followed Feng Hao all the time, with all his attention and no distractions.After watching for a long time, the surrounding sounds, smells, and images all disappear, and what I hear in my ears, smell in my nose, and see in my eyes, only the other person remains, as if he is the only one in the world .

Every time Feng Hao met Ling Lang's eyes intentionally or unintentionally, he would smile at him gently. This brief exchange made his face blush yesterday, but today it made his heart flutter.

Slowly, he realized that he began to expect Feng Hao to notice his existence. All he waited was for the other party to take a look at him. This insignificant moment was the happiest moment of his entire morning.