Waiting Upon You

The floor of the cage was stiff, Ling Lang adjusted his posture several times, and finally sat down leaning against a corner and hugging his knees.The camouflage wall was not opened, so he could not see the living room, nor could he hear any voice from Feng Hao.

He closed his eyes, and Feng Hao was sitting on the sofa without saying a word. He knew that Feng Hao was really angry. He had never seen Feng Hao like that, so indifferent, so ruthless, Like he could be thrown out the door at any moment.

He buried his head in his knees, and slowly fell silent, before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Ling Lang woke up once in the middle, he didn't know how long it had been, and he didn't know what time it was now, keeping the same posture for a long time made his body a little numb.

He looked around, it was pitch black, Feng Hao had obviously never been there, he lay down curled up, with the cold iron plate under his body, without a quilt, his body felt chills.

Ling Lang had never been in a relationship before he met Feng Hao, but he knew that when normal couples quarrel, the result will definitely not be like this.If he and Feng Hao were just an ordinary couple of lovers, then now he could sleep on a warm bed and drive Feng Hao to the sofa.

There was resentment in his heart, not against Feng Hao, but against himself, the self who talked back to Feng Hao loudly, even he himself could not forgive.

He was not afraid of being locked in a cage at all, he was so afraid that Feng Hao would chase him away, what he was most worried about was that Feng Hao would appear in front of him in the next second, saying that he didn't need a disobedient dog, That would be more unbearable than lovers quarreling and breaking up.His dependence on Feng Hao had unknowingly exceeded his imagination.

Ling Lang was thinking wildly, and just fell asleep in a daze like this. When he woke up again, it was already daylight.

He came out of the cage, didn't use the bathroom in the master bedroom, cleaned himself up in another bathroom, and returned to the cage again. He didn't meet Feng Hao face to face from the beginning to the end.

After a while, he heard Feng Hao get up, and various familiar sounds came from outside one after another, the sound of water in the bathroom, the sound of the range hood in the kitchen, the sound of keys colliding, and finally with a bang, the door closed, and everything returned to normal There was silence.

Time seemed to stand still, the air stopped flowing, and Ling Lang sat motionless in the cage, gradually turning into a statue.

In a trance, he heard his cell phone ring, and it rang several times.After the mobile phone was completely quiet, the landline took its place.

After a long time, the doorbell rang, and only the manager would be found in this order. Ling Lang buried his head again, blocking irrelevant voices to the back of his head.

The manager rang the doorbell for a long time before giving up, the room became quiet again, Ling Lang lost his perception of time, and fell asleep again in a haze.

This time Ling Lang was woken up by the sound of the door opening. He heard the footsteps of leather shoes on the floor, one by one, from weak to strong, until they stopped by his ears.He opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw Feng Hao's leather shoes appearing in front of him.

Feng Hao squatted down, "How long are you going to stay inside without eating or drinking? If there is a bathroom in the cage, do you plan to live in it forever and never come out?"

Ling Lang remained silent.

Feng Hao opened the cage door, "Come out."

Ling Lang didn't move at all.

He repeated, "Come out."

Ling Lang still didn't move.

"If you don't come out, I will lock the cage, and after a while, you will beg me to release you," Feng Hao threatened.

Ling Lang looked up at him, then lowered his head.

Feng Hao sighed.

"Come out, I forgive you."

Only then did Ling Lang crawl out of the cage, into Feng Hao's arms, and remained motionless again.

Feng Hao touched his back from top to bottom, "Why are you so stubborn."

Ling Lang closed his eyes and enjoyed Feng Hao's touch. It seemed that there was no more comfortable movement in the world. With such a warm touch, the 24 hours of coldness in the cage completely disappeared.

"Are you hungry?" Feng Hao moved his hand to his head, rubbing his hair.

Ling Lang felt it, "Thirsty."

When he heard his own voice, he realized that his vocal cords were hoarse.Feng Hao is right, if he really has to lock the cage door, he will be thirsty after a while.

"Milk?" Feng Hao asked.

Ling Lang nodded.

"wait for me."

Not long after, Feng Hao came back with the warmed milk. Ling Lang lay on the ground, licking the milk on the plate bit by bit. This time the milk felt even sweeter than last time. Ling Lang was almost obsessed with this kind of milk. smell.

After Ling Lang licked all the milk, Feng Hao picked up the plate, "I'll cook some porridge for you, you call the manager, you've been missing for a day, he's almost deafening my ears."

As Ling Lang expected, his manager scolded him severely on the phone. It was a rare time that Ling Lang didn't interrupt him, and obediently listened to him from beginning to end until the other party's anger subsided.

"Are you sick today?" The agent realized Ling Lang's anomaly after he had vented his anger. Usually, in such a situation, if he didn't say a few words, he would be designated to be hung up by the other party.

"No."

"Really? Your voice sounds a little hoarse?"

"Bad signal."

"Alright then," the manager said without doubting him, "You have a play tomorrow, so you have to be on time for the set."

"understood."

Ling Lang hung up the phone and looked through the phone's call history. All eleven missed calls were from the manager. If one day he really disappeared, he would probably be the only one who would look for him all over the world.

After the porridge was cooked, Feng Hao took it out and put it on the floor next to the dining table.

Ling Lang was puzzled, obviously he just said that he had forgiven.

"You can't eat at the table today, this is a punishment for not getting the little red flower yesterday."

It was only then that Ling Lang remembered, "But..."

"No, but, if you break it, you break it. There is no need for a reason. This punishment is already very light."

Ling Lang didn't refute anymore, as long as Feng Hao didn't drive him out, he would be willing even if he had to eat at his feet.

When Ling Lang arrived at the set the next day, he actually saw Wu Guanfeng. His drug reaction had passed, and he looked the same as usual. When he saw Ling Lang, he greeted Ling Lang triumphantly.

Feng Hao used some means to cover up the fact that Wu Guanfeng had fainted, and the other party still didn't know that he had saved Ling Lang from death.

"How did you tell him?" Ling Lang asked Feng Hao.

"I just had the doctor tell him that the fainting was from exhaustion."

"……and then?"

Feng Hao faintly smiled, "I want him to recharge his batteries and avoid having sex within three months."

Ling Lang felt sympathy for Wu Guanfeng for the first time.

Feng Hao went next door to change costumes, when Ling Lang tidied up the countertop, he found a note under the makeup box.

——I'll be waiting for you at the West Fourth Palace at noon, see you soon.

The signature was the single name of the actress, if Ling Lang hadn't checked it online last time, he would hardly have remembered it.

Without thinking about it, he crumpled the note and threw it into the wastebasket. No matter what reason Feng Hao used to prevent the two from meeting, as long as he said it, he would do it. If he didn't want to give a reason, he would never ask.

After filming the morning scene, he obediently stayed in the lounge, reciting the script after eating, as if the note in the morning had never appeared.

The scene in the afternoon was that the Queen Mother summoned the Emperor, and Wu Guanfeng, the Queen Mother's nephew, was also on the scene. Inevitably, there was another open and secret battle. The place of the summoning was called Xiaoci Palace in the play, and the studio was called Xier Palace.

When everyone came to the West Second Palace after lunch, they were all shocked. Many facilities in the palace were destroyed, the curtains were cut, the sheets were torn, and even the seat cushions were scratched, exposing the cotton inside. .

The person in charge came rushing over in a panic. After lunch, he felt very sleepy for some reason. He slept soundly and didn't hear a single movement. He was only woken up just now.

The producer and supervisor were furious, but they couldn't delay the shooting progress, so they had to call the people from the film studio. They were also shocked when they saw the tragic scene.

"Similar to the West Second Palace...then only the West Fourth Palace next door, most of the layout is the same, there may be a little difference in the furnishings."

Everyone discussed it and decided to move to the West Second Palace. Feng Hao had just walked a few steps when he received a call from the bodyguard.

"The laboratory report confirmed that the card was tampered with. The fingerprints detected on it belonged to Mr. Wu, and the other was from the flower shop. There was no third person."

"Have you checked the flower shop?"

"I've been there. The person who bought the flowers was the woman the young master described."

Feng Hao's hand holding the phone tightened.

"Also, the message from the young master said that the woman met Mr. Yi not long ago, so we should be extra careful."

Feng Hao's eyes darkened, "We met not long ago, why didn't we talk about it until today?"

"It's also the news I just learned over there."

Feng Hao swallowed heavily, "Book me a ticket back next week."

"Yes."

Feng Hao hung up the phone, stood there for a long time with a sullen expression, and then walked towards the West Second Palace.

A bodyguard hurried over, the same one who took the flowers and greeting cards that day.

"It was found in the wastebasket in Mr. Ling's lounge." He handed the obviously crumpled and unfolded note to Feng Hao, "The handwriting and the message on the card are from the same person."

Feng Hao quickly browsed through the contents of the note, "The Second West Palace?" His heart skipped a beat.

He suddenly pulled up his legs and ran towards the West Second Palace. The bodyguards didn't know why but followed him reflexively, but found that the well-trained self couldn't keep up with Feng Hao's speed.

The staff set up the equipment in the West Second Palace with the fastest efficiency. The director inspected the room. The lighting here is much worse than that of the next door, but at this time he can only settle for the next best thing.

Wu Guanfeng also walked in swaggeringly. He was going to give Ling Lang a badass in the play later. The specific performance was that he would "accidentally" drop the teacup on the pedal.

He looked around in the room, but couldn't find the pedal, but saw another prop that could be used to play, and he had an idea.

Standing outside the palace, Ling Lang saw Wu Guanfeng poking his head out, and greeted him, "Brother, please come here, I have something to discuss with you."

He walked over step by step, and saw that he was getting closer and closer to the palace gate.

"Don't go in!" When Feng Hao arrived, he saw only the shadow of the golden dragon robe flashing and disappearing inside the door.

He rushed over without even thinking about it, but Ling Lang felt that he was dragged out of the door by a huge pulling force. At that moment, there was a deafening bang, a dazzling fire flashed in front of his eyes, and then a wave of heat pushed him away. It was a long way out, and when it landed, it was pressed tightly by a person, and countless tiny fragments flew out from it at high speed, crackling and hitting them.

Tens of seconds later, everything fell silent, and Ling Lang finally realized that there was an explosion just now.

The person on top of him confirmed that he was safe, and then sat up from him.

"Are you okay?" Feng Hao's voice was unusually calm, even a little too calm.

Ling Lang also rubbed his eyes and sat up, just then, the ashes got into his eyes, making him unable to open them for a while.

"I'm fine," Ling Lang finally opened his eyes, Feng Hao's outline gradually became clear in his blurred vision, Ling Lang was stunned.

Feng Hao sat there calmly, as if nothing had happened.

His eyes were closed tightly, and two bloodstains like tear stains flowed from his eyes.