Waiting Upon You

After the agent rushed into the ward, the most worrying thing happened. Ling Lang was no longer on the bed, and the quilt was still spread on the bed, obviously its owner left in a hurry.

His first reaction was to make a call, but after dialing the number, he remembered, wasn't he the one who confiscated Ling Lang's phone?He wanted to bang his head against the wall because of his stupid behavior.

He walked round and round in the house, repeatedly calculating if Ling Lang set off for the accident scene after learning the news, would he be able to get on the highway before the highway intersection was closed, but with Ling Lang's character, even if it was closed will go there too.

All the people in the company that could be mobilized were sent out to find someone without alarming the media. Several hours passed and there was still no news of Ling Lang.

The desperate manager was about to call the police, but Ling Lang and Wu Guanfeng pushed open the door and walked in one after the other. Wu Guanfeng's complexion was not very good, but Ling Lang was strangely calm.

The agent stared at him dumbfoundedly for a long time with his mobile phone up, and then Ling Lang suddenly realized that there was an extra person in the room.

"Why are you here?" His tone was calm, as if the question was just to let the other party know that he was aware of the other party's existence, rather than really wanting to get an answer.

"I..." The manager looked at Ling Lang, then at Wu Guanfeng, "I'll see how you are... where have you been? Why are you with him?"

"The hospital is too stuffy, he came to visit, I asked him to take me out to get some fresh air," Ling Lang replied lightly.

The manager stared at the blue-faced person behind Ling Lang in disbelief, and asked several times with his eyes, but the reply he got was "Yes, he already knew."

"The doctor said I've recovered, right?" Ling Lang asked suddenly.

"Uh, um," the manager reluctantly nodded.

"I want to go home."

The manager didn't hear clearly for a while, "What?"

"I want to go home," Ling Lang repeated again, "help me go through the discharge procedures."

"Um..." the manager hesitated, "You can go to my house for a while..."

"I want to go home," Ling Lang said a third time, "Go back to Feng Hao's and my home."

The manager was at a loss, so he nodded and went out, dragging Wu Guanfeng out by the way.

"What's going on? Why did you suddenly appear here?"

Wu Guanfeng was also very innocent, "I really just came to check on my brother's illness."

The manager's voice sank, "Did you take him to the scene?"

"Correction, we were at the scene...near the accident when it happened."

The manager was stunned, "What?"

After Wu Guanfeng told the whole story, the manager wanted to strangle him to death again, "I figured out why the wire can't kill you, the horse can't step you to death, the bomb can't kill you... because you are living and dying. The cause of death on the book is death, if you didn’t commit death, even Lord Hades would not accept you.”

"Eh?" Wu Guanfeng believed it foolishly, "Is that so?"

The agent took two steps forward, thought of something, then turned around, "How was the scene?"

Wu Guanfeng's expression suddenly became extremely serious. The manager's question brought him into bad memories, and he shook his head with a livid face.The manager's heart also sank to the bottom, but Ling Lang's side also made him feel uneasy, he must settle Ling Lang as soon as possible, and then rush to deal with Feng Hao's matter.

Due to Feng Hao's accident, the reporters and movie fans gathered at the entrance of the hospital had already evacuated, which made Ling Lang leave the hospital smoothly.

On the way back, the manager had to look back every few seconds, and the expression on Ling Lang's face remained unchanged, which made him even more worried.

"Are... are you really okay?"

Ling Lang raised his eyes slowly, "Are you talking about Feng Hao?"

"..." The manager didn't know what to say.

Ling Lang cast his eyes out of the window, his tone was so flat that he seemed to be reciting lines.

"If he was alive, I would worry about him and be nervous about him, but now that he is dead, what's the use of being sad? People can't be resurrected after death."

The agent chewed on his words, if he was in front of an ordinary person, he could still tell the truth from the eyes of the other person.But what he is facing now is the film king, a person who can deceive hundreds of millions of audiences with his acting skills. He doesn't know whether what the other party said is sincere or against his will.

Based on what he knew about Ling Lang, he definitely would not be such a heartless person.But Ling Lang, who didn't know Feng Haoqian, had the same attitude, he didn't care about anyone, and his emotions and desires only existed in the play.

"You asked me in the hospital before whether I believe you or not," the agent finally said after pondering, "No matter how many times you ask me, my answer is yes."

Ling Lang's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't say a word.

After the manager sent Ling Lang home, he left in a hurry. Before leaving, he returned the phone to Ling Lang.Ling Lang turned on the phone, and there were dozens of missed calls, all from the same person, but now that person will never dial this number again, the copper bell in the phone only rang once, but it has ceased to ring.

No one came to the house for a few days, some places were covered with a thin layer of dust, Ling Lang changed into casual clothes and started to clean the room.When cleaning, sometimes he is Ling Lang, cleaning the apartment that Mr. Mo bought for him by himself.Sometimes he was Feng Hao, and Ling Lang would kneel and sit at the door not far away, watching him intently.He has been acting for more than ten years, and he knows how to play everyone, and he can also play many people at the same time, so that everyone will not be alone.

He packed up everything that shouldn't belong in this room, those props that Feng Hao had used on him that made him tremble unbearably and begged for mercy, the pieces of underwear that made him blush, the rows of division of labor The clear collars were all sorted into a cardboard box, and sent to the top of a mountain where there were few people by moonlight, where they were buried and burned one by one.

It was midnight when we came down from the mountain, and now this room is no different from an ordinary apartment. The collar with the bell was kept by Ling Lang for selfishness, and it was put together with the cage in the side hall. Would only consider this a dog home.

Only the huge photo in the bedroom, Ling Lang was reluctant to burn it. He found a white sheet and carefully covered it.After finishing all this, he looked around. The room did not appear empty just because there was one person missing or something was missing. On the contrary, it felt so full because it was filled with memories everywhere.

Ling Lang pressed the play button of the CD player, and the melody of "BeMyEyes" played leisurely.He closed his eyes, and Feng Hao appeared beside him, stroking his cheek tenderly, every note seemed to be sung to him by his ear, even the breath he exhaled could be felt.

When the manager received Ling Lang's call, he was arguing with his colleagues in the company about whether to hold a memorial service. Feng Hao was probably the most disgraceful artist in the entertainment industry, and someone even suggested canceling the final farewell ceremony.

The agent was the one who opposed it the most. No matter what wrong things he did during his lifetime, the death would be the worst, and he should always be given a ride. What's more, there is no final conclusion on what he did wrong.The main point of view of the supporters is that they are worried that the extreme fans will cause trouble, which will have a bad impact on the company. The two sides are arguing, and Ling Lang's phone call came in at this time.

"It's already this time, why are you still up?" The manager ran out of the meeting room and shut the door of everyone's debate. Even so, Ling Lang heard the commotion here.

"Are you still working overtime?"

"Well, we're discussing...discussing the issue of the aftermath," the manager said as he patted his hair.

"Have you decided on a date?" Ling Lang asked calmly.

"Well, because the body will be brought back to the United States by his elder brother, it is also very likely... that it will be held there..." the manager stammered.

Ling Lang didn't see any strong reaction, he just said, "Okay, I got it."

The manager breathed a sigh of relief, "You are just recovering from your illness, go to bed early, and I will ask my assistant to take care of you tomorrow morning."

"No," Ling Lang declined, "My side is fine, and I don't need anyone to take care of me."

"Really?" The agent was not at ease, "I will be very busy in the past few days, and I may not be able to spare time to accompany you."

"I'm fine," Ling Lang said, "I just want to tell you, I want to be alone for a few days, please don't let the media disturb me."

The agent thought for a while, "That's fine, you try to go out as little as possible and stay at home more."

"Don't worry, I will definitely do it this time," Ling Lang replied obediently.

"Remember to eat breakfast on time."

"Ah."

"Be on time for lunch."

"Ah."

"Eat every meal on time."

"Ah."

"Don't surf the Internet and read less newspapers."

"Ah."

The agent made several requests, and Ling Lang agreed without hesitation. He was rarely so obedient that even the agent felt uncomfortable.

"Then, that's it, you go to bed early."

Ling Lang suddenly called his name, almost making him think he heard it wrong.

"what?"

"Thank you."

The manager suddenly felt his knees go limp, what is this unbearable sense of weight?

The door of the conference room was opened heavily, and an angry assistant appeared at the door, "What are you still hiding here for? Feng Hao is about to leave alone, this group of heartless selfish ghosts!"

The manager looked at the phone again, Ling Lang had already hung up the phone, so he didn't have to think about it, picked up the phone and entered the room.

Ling Lang hung up the phone, turned the phone to silent, went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.

The soft sound of the water glass falling on the bedside table happened to step on the end of the song.Ling Langping lay on the bed, and the moment he closed his eyes, the looped prelude just happened to start again, and he fell asleep peacefully amidst Feng Hao's gentle singing.

In the days that followed, the manager was almost in a state of desperation. There were countless media to deal with, and mountains of affairs to deal with. The total sleep time for a few days did not exceed twelve hours, and it was almost impossible to distinguish leisure time. to think about other things.When he finally finished a paragraph, it was already five days later in the morning.

The last phone call I had with Ling Lang was that night when the other party took the initiative to call to ask for a quiet time, and the manager couldn't think of a better way than this, so he simply didn't bother him for the past few days.

After checking the time, the manager dialed Ling Lang's phone, and the phone was turned off.He turned around and wanted to call his assistant to take a look at the other person's house, but he saw the little girl who was also busy all night lying on the table and sound asleep.

The agent sighed, did not wake her up, and drove there by himself.Feng Hao's song was actually played on the radio, and the anti-Feng Hao wave seemed to have come to an end the moment Feng Hao passed away, and no one would have trouble with the deceased.The voices of condolences also sounded one after another. Although they were not as many as expected, at least they were not bleak.

The manager parked the car in front of the red light intersection, and the singing on the radio was played to its climax, a kind of grief surged from the bottom up, and he raised his head to let the tears that had not yet burst out of his eyes flow back.

This is the first time in these days that he has the urge to cry. It turns out that people can really forget everything when they are busy.If one day Ling Lang leaves him too, I don't know if he will be like this now, too busy to even have time to be sad.

The red light turned into a green light, and the cars waiting at the intersection stayed put.It wasn't until the driver behind him honked his horn twice that the manager stepped on the accelerator as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The right eye twitched uncontrollably, and the manager rubbed his tired eyes. After seeing Ling Lang, he must go home and have a good sleep.

The doorbell rang for a long time, but there was still no answer. The manager called Ling Lang's cell phone again, but it was still turned off.

Ling Lang always got up early, so there was no reason to sleep at this hour. The manager knocked on the door vigorously, and the room was as quiet as if no one was there.

He rang the doorbell over and over again, and the increasingly rapid ringing reflected his uneasiness. The manager's right eye began to twitch wildly, and an ominous premonition swept over his whole body.

He started banging on the door desperately, calling Ling Lang's name, it was the first time that he hated Feng Hao for not giving him a spare key.

The movement attracted the security of the community, Feng Hao once asked him to set foot here as little as possible, even the security saw him as a stranger.

"My friend is inside, I must go in!"

"Either you call him, or you ask him to open the door. If you make such a fuss, it will affect the neighbors."

"His phone is turned off and the door won't open, what do you want me to do?!"

"Maybe it's because he's not at home. You can try another contact method."

"You don't understand! I have a hunch that he is in the house, and now I suspect that he is in danger!"

"The law and order in our community is very good. There will be no danger. If you don't leave, I will call the police!"

The agent couldn't wait any longer. He ran to the garden to find a shovel, and was about to smash the door without saying a word.

The security guard was taken aback by his actions, and quickly reached out to stop him. The two fought each other, and the stalemate lasted for a long time.

"Let go!" the manager yelled.

"I called the police!" The security guard was not to be outdone.

"You report it!" The agent was almost roaring, and he pointed at the door, "The person in the room is Ling Lang, if there is something wrong with him, I will see how you will be responsible!"

The manager's words really succeeded in frightening the little security guard, and the strength in his hands was also relieved.Taking this opportunity, the agent snatched the shovel and rapped heavily on the connection between the door lock and the door frame.The little security guard stood by at a loss, not knowing whether to stop him or step forward to help.

With a muffled sound, the lock was forcibly broken by the manager, he broke in, and the security guard followed behind him step by step.

The room was not quiet, there was a faint singing sound coming from the house, the manager rushed into the bedroom following the sound, and the discs in the CD player were spinning endlessly.

The white sheet covering the photo frame was slightly lifted by the wind blown by the manager's door. On the same white bedside table, there was still less than half of the water in the glass, and the painkiller was placed on the side.

As for Ling Lang, lying quietly on the bed, there was no trace of a stranger.