Waiting Upon You

"Accidental explosion occurred in Hushuo Film and Television City. Many actors and crew were injured. The cause of the explosion is still under investigation. The police suspected it was man-made." .

"How is Ling Lang's injury?"

"It is said that Feng Hao was seriously injured, is his life in danger?"

"Is the cause of the explosion man-made or a malfunction? Why hasn't the media been given an explanation until now?"

"An explanation? I still want an explanation, who can give me an explanation?" The manager struggled and moved forward another meter, "Please get out of the way!"

The reporter chased after him, "Some witnesses claimed that Feng Hao was injured in order to protect Ling Lang. Is this true? How far has the relationship between these two people progressed?"

The manager was angry, "At this time, you still hold on to this kind of question. Is gossip so important to you? Is it more important than the artist's life? In your hearts, the value of a star is to create scandals, right? They It doesn't matter if it's dead or alive, right? You can't let the patient be quiet!"

The reporters were startled by his aggressiveness, and while they were in a daze, the agent took two steps in three steps, quickly got away from the group of reporters, and rushed into the hospital.

He pushed open the door of the ward silently, and the room was as quiet as if no one was there. Ling Lang was sitting in front of the bed with his fingers crossed against his lips. He remembered that Ling Lang was in this posture when he left, without even the direction of his gaze. Change it up.

The person sitting on the hospital bed was Feng Hao, his expression was as calm as if he had fallen asleep, and his eyes could not be seen, because there were circles of gauze wrapped there, and the once bright eyes were covered by layers. Wrapped up, the manager forced himself to look away after only one glance, forcing down the sudden burst of sadness.

"What's the matter?" It was Feng Hao who asked the question, even though the manager's movements were extremely light, he still noticed him.

The manager controlled his emotions, "What else can I do? The media is uproarious, the murderer has not been found yet, the studio has been locked down, and the police have recorded statements for everyone who was present that day, and it is estimated that they will be here soon."

"What about the rest?"

"The door is the center of the explosion, but the people inside were not seriously injured. Except for Wu Guanfeng, he was the one closest to the explosion point, and he didn't escape in time. It's lucky that he didn't die."

Feng Hao was still in the mood to joke, "I asked the doctor to tell him to avoid intercourse for three months, it seems that this period will be extended."

The manager couldn't laugh at all. Although Wu Guanfeng's injuries were severe, they could heal over time. However, Feng Hao's eyes were injured by the explosives, and the result is still unknown.

He swallowed, only to feel that the air pressure in the ward was extremely low, and he would suffocate if he stayed for a second longer, so he quickly found an excuse to escape, "I'll ask the doctor what to say."

Feng Hao nodded with a smile, Ling Lang remained in his original state from beginning to end, as if his whole body had been turned into a fossil.

There were only two people left in the ward again, Feng Hao's hand was stretched to the side, Ling Lang realized that he was looking for him, and immediately held his hand with both hands.

"What?" he asked.

Feng Hao comforted him in turn, "Relax, the situation may not be as bad as you think, the doctors haven't come to a conclusion yet, have they?"

Ling Lang held his hand tightly, and Feng Hao could feel that hand trembling slightly.

"Okay, it's okay." He touched his head with his free hand, as usual, "I still have you."

His voice sounded very relaxed, "Don't forget, golden retrievers are the most competent guide dogs."

"I'm not competent at all," Ling Lang bit his lower lip, his eyes full of annoyance, "I should be protecting the master, but I was protected by the master instead."

Feng Hao laughed, "Maybe that's what you think, but in my opinion, protecting pets is also the responsibility of the owner."

"but……"

"Forget it, don't worry about such trivial matters," Feng Hao changed the topic, "Can you listen to the score?"

Ling Lang didn't understand why he suddenly raised this question, "A little bit."

"I don't know why, but the loss of vision has made my inspiration more active. From the beginning, there has been a melody lingering in my mind. Before I forget it, I want to write it down."

Ling Lang understood, got up and brought a pen and paper, Feng Hao hummed softly, he quickly recorded every note on the paper, the notes contained infinite vitality, and gradually connected into a beating movement.

Feng Hao sang it several times, Ling Lang memorized the whole score bit by bit, and sang along silently in his heart.

"How is it?" Feng Hao asked.

"It sounds good," Ling Lang pondered for a moment, then added, "It's very powerful."

Feng Hao couldn't help laughing, "This is a lyrical song."

"I know, even though I don't know much about pop music, it just makes people feel powerful."

"Okay then," Feng Hao smiled, "Use my mobile phone to call my music producer. I guess the movie won't be able to start in a short time. You might as well find something for yourself during this time."

"But your body..."

"I just can't see with my eyes," Feng Hao interrupted him gently, "My mouth can still sing, my ears can still hear, besides, I still have you, you are my eyes."

Ling Lang stared at him for a while, then silently followed his instructions.

The music producer was summoned to the hospital after a phone call, "I'm going to make you a first-class model worker, I swear I will never find another artist with such dedication in the world," he said as soon as he entered the door, without having time to ask Feng Hao's injury.

"Is your eye seriously injured?" He walked to the bedside and only then became concerned about Feng Hao's condition.

"It's okay," Feng Hao casually jumped over, motioning Ling Lang to hand over the score to the other party.

The producer is a person who is great at music. When he sees the score, he forgets everything and devotes himself wholeheartedly to it.

After humming from the beginning to the end, the producer slapped his thigh, "It's great, this song is just..." He thought about the words for a long time, "It's full of infinite power!"

Feng Hao squeezed Ling Lang's hand, and the latter immediately understood what he meant.

"What do you plan to call this song?"

Feng Hao thought for a moment, ""BeMyEyes"."

The producer clicked his tongue, "Give it a big thumbs up. When I get back, I'll find someone to arrange the music and write the lyrics, but can you record the song in this state?"

Feng Hao replied with a smile, "No problem."

"That's good." His eyes fell on the tightly clasped hands of the two of them again, "I can even make up the picture of the MV, but I don't know..."

Seeing that he didn't go on talking for a long time, Feng Hao simply asked, "I don't know what?"

The producer plucked his hair. Ling Lang is a person in the film and television industry. He has never made friends with him, but he has also heard that this person is not easy to get along with. "I wonder if Teacher Ling is willing to appear on camera as a friend?"

Feng Hao raised the corners of his lips, and tilted his head slightly towards Ling Lang, "Do I have the honor to invite you to play the leading role in my MV?"

Ling Lang replied without thinking, "My pleasure."

The producer raised his eyebrows, feeling very surprised, but he said nothing, shook the score in his hand and left.

When the manager came back, he was startled when he heard that these two lunatics were going back to work again, "I don't usually see you guys being so active. You always push the announcements whenever you want. Why don't you cultivate yourself while the crew is shutting down?"

"It's okay," Feng Hao replied, "it's just recording a song, so it won't delay the injury. Besides, the doctor didn't say anything, and he still needs to observe for a while, can't the operation be done temporarily? Anyway, find something for yourself, just treat it as a distraction Energized."

The manager glanced at Ling Lang unnaturally. He knew that Feng Hao's actions were mostly to distract Ling Lang's energy, so he couldn't refuse, so he had to tell him, "Then you must be careful to know? I have Too many journalists to deal with, having to have drivers and assistants with them [-]/[-] wherever they go.”

Feng Hao agreed straight away, "I obey, Eunuch Ji."

"Who is Eunuch Ji?!"

The efficiency of the music producer has broken through the sky. The arrangement and lyrics were completed in just one week. The polished song sounds even more beautiful. The lyrics written by the gold medal lyricist are simple, poignant and catchy. The producer is full of praise and guarantees this song repeatedly. Once launched, it will definitely steal the limelight in the Chinese music scene.

"However, we have to hold back and release the MV first. After the MV is filmed, we will launch it together. The two-pronged approach will have the most impact. I want everyone's eyes and ears to be shocked at the same time!"

Feng Hao sat in a wheelchair, pushed by Ling Lang, and walked through the dark red carpeted corridor of the record company.Hearing the producer's rhetoric, Feng Hao couldn't help laughing and said, "Thank you for your good words."

Ling Lang took Feng Hao's hand, led him to the recording room, raised his hand and put it on the microphone, Feng Hao slightly nodded, indicating that he understood.

Ling Lang backed out, and the melodious piano sounded. Through a glass, he stared at Feng Hao on the opposite side seriously.This was the first time he heard Feng Hao record a song live. He just stood there and sang quietly, without any exaggerated movements or expressions. His whole body seemed to be shrouded in a faint light, and strings of notes were like flowing water. It poured out from between his lips and teeth, and flowed into Ling Lang's heart.

The recording was exceptionally smooth. After singing a few times, even the always demanding music producer felt impeccable.

"We are probably going to set a song release record in the history of pop music. I'm going to send the master tape to post-production now. The shed on the MV side is all set up, and the script is here," he said after finishing a thin folder Handed it to Ling Lang.

"That……"

Before he could say a word, the recording studio employees ran in in a panic, "The news that they are here got out somehow, and now the front door and the back door are all blocked by reporters, and they can't get out."

The producer was taken aback, "Why do these reporters have noses like dogs?" He lowered his head and asked Feng Hao, "Then what should we do now?"

Feng Hao put his hand on his shoulder, and Ling Lang grasped it immediately.

"What do you think?" Feng Hao asked for his opinion.

Ling Lang pondered for a moment, "Go to the main entrance."

Everyone in the recording studio looked at the backs of the two leaving, and exchanged glances with each other. It's not that they haven't heard the rumors circulating between the two, but they didn't expect the rumors to be true, and those two people didn't seem to have any relationship at all. Avoid secular vision.

The reporters stood guard at the door, but no one expected that Ling Lang would push Feng Hao out of the grand entrance. For a moment, the flashes flashed in unison, countless cameras and microphones were pointed at the two, and the voices of questions One after another, without a second gap.

Ling Lang pushed the wheelchair forward at an extremely slow speed under the lead of the security guards. Facing the reporter's questions, he always lowered his eyes and said nothing, as if the noise around him did not exist at all.

Feng Hao didn't open his mouth either, and there was a faint smile on his lips from the beginning to the end, as if the accident had taken away not only his vision, but also his hearing and voice.

In an extremely noisy environment, the silent two moved forward firmly, towards a goal, no matter how slow the speed was, they could reach the end.

In the bustling business district, everyone inevitably saw the live broadcast on the huge LED screen, "Look, it's Ling Lang and Feng Hao!"

"Oh my god, what's wrong with Feng Hao's eyes?" Soon someone noticed Feng Hao's strange condition.

"Is he all right?"

Passers-by stopped and looked up, and the two on the screen looked indifferent, as if they were in another world, and everything around them had nothing to do with them.

The reporters became more and more vicious. The reporters at the back door heard the news and rushed over, blocking the way forward. The weak security guards gradually couldn't support it, and Ling Lang was already unable to move an inch.

He raised his eyes, and his expression changed for the first time since he left the gate of the record company. The reporter thought he was finally going to speak, and gradually fell silent. There were hundreds of people present, only the sound of the shutter clicking.

Ling Lang spoke, "Please step aside."

The reporters looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what the correct response was for a moment.

"Get out of the way," he repeated again, and the low volume was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present, full of irresistible determination.

Slowly, some reporters began to back away, and then more and more, until a passage appeared in front of the two.

Ling Lang continued to silently push Feng Hao through the passage, everyone was shocked by Ling Lang's aura, no one asked half a question, and watched the two slowly walk out of the crowd.Some reporters followed unwillingly, but no one dared to disturb them until the two got into the nanny's car that had already parked at the door and drove away.

Many passers-by who saw this scene through the LED screen couldn't help covering their mouths. It seemed that if they didn't do so, the inexplicable sadness would flow from the bottom of their hearts.