Waiting Upon You

The manager moved back to Ling Lang's ward step by step with an unknown mood, his hand resting on the doorknob and he did not push it away.

It took him longer to open this door each time, and he had to do enough psychological construction each time so that he would not lose control of his emotions when he saw the person on the hospital bed.

Ling Lang's peaceful sleeping face once again appeared in front of his eyes. His cheekbones were high and his cheeks were obviously sunken.

The manager felt his nose sore, where did his beautiful Ling Lang go?

Even in the detention center, where is Ling Lang who is still so pure that he doesn't fit in with the surroundings?

Where did the rumored lonely and indifferent Ling Lang go?

Under the focus of the flashlight, Ling Lang walked the red carpet calmly, became the focus of attention time and time again, and received countless applause and glory. After all, he was lying here alone, in such an extreme way, To follow someone who no longer exists.

This is what the assistant saw when he pushed the door lightly and entered.

Ling Lang was still asleep, the winter morning sun shining on his face through the glass window.The manager fell asleep lying on his bedside, wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

The furrowed brow showed that he had not slept soundly, and the assistant's tiptoeing movements still woke him up.

"You're here," he rubbed his eyes, the tears had already evaporated, but the salt seemed to remain there, and the dry feeling was lingering.

"You didn't go back all night?" The assistant had nothing to say, so he had to ask knowingly.

"I was going to leave, but I accidentally fell asleep," the agent wrote lightly.

"Well," the assistant pretended not to see the other person's eyes, "didn't eat anything? I brought porridge."

The manager took the insulated box from the assistant, the porridge without any seasoning, and drank it in one gulp to warm it from the throat to the stomach.

He took a few sips and then stopped moving, staring straight at the porridge in the bowl.

"You don't know I'm here, so why bring breakfast here?"

The assistant's mind was punctured, so he could only tell the truth, "I just thought, what if, what if..."

After she said it twice, she couldn't continue. She and he both knew that some things were as good as soap bubbles, even if you didn't reach out to poke them, they would shatter if you blow them out.

The assistant noticed that the atmosphere was not good, and quickly changed the subject, "I sorted out this year's work summary yesterday and put it on your desk."

As soon as she reminded her, the manager realized that it was approaching the end of the year. In previous years, various celebrations and awarding activities continued at this time, and it was the busiest time of the year.

"Also, Hushuo Radio Station called and wanted to do a special feature on Feng Hao's memory, and asked if you could participate as a guest?"

The manager's thoughts were still stuck on the last sentence, and the assistant waited for a long time without replying, and when he looked at the person again, he was obviously in a fugue state.

"Okay," the assistant understood. With his current state, even if he went, he could only be distracted, "I'll push it away...then what about this?"

"What?" The agent took the envelope she handed over. With the familiar cover and familiar logo, he knew what was inside without looking at it.

"This year's invitation letter," the assistant replied curtly. The annual award ceremony, the most grand ceremony in the film and television industry, Ling Lang is selected almost every year.

This year, Ling Lang is also the most popular nominee for the throne of actor, but the assistant doesn't know if she has this blessing, seeing Ling Lang appear on the podium.

After the manager saw the invitation letter, he was obviously in a daze for a while, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. Seeing the assistant hesitating, he obviously had something to say.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked.

The assistant also found a place to sit down, "Yesterday the manager found me and said that if Ling Lang is still awake, he will transfer me to another artist."

The agent thought for a while, then nodded, "That's fine, if you continue to wait, it will only delay you."

"how about you?"

"I'm different from you. I signed the contract as Ling Lang's agent. If I don't want to, the company can't assign me."

The assistant bit his lip for a while, "I'm young, inexperienced, and my work is messy. Which artist would want an assistant like me?"

"Everyone says that Ling Lang is the most difficult artist to get along with. Although he does make me nervous sometimes, but after being with him for so long, he never once scolded me."

"I've always kept my mouth open. I leaked my words in front of the media, which caused him to be hospitalized with food poisoning. This time too..."

She lowered her head, "If I hadn't lost my room card carelessly, the reporter wouldn't have broken in, wouldn't have photographed Feng Hao beating someone, wouldn't have messed up the situation, and Feng Hao wouldn't have been forced to go abroad... ...If he didn't go to the airport, there wouldn't be a car accident, and Ling Lang wouldn't have to lie here..."

Her series of assumptions made the manager shake his head.

"There are so many ifs in this world. If I really have to be held accountable, I'm afraid my fault is even greater."

The assistant was surprised, "What's your fault? Your protection of Ling Lang is flawless, we all see it."

The manager sighed, "Didn't you ask me why you are so strict with Ling Lang, even interfering in your private life?"

The assistant nodded, "That's why I don't think you're an agent, I always tease you as..."

She didn't say the last untimely word, but this time the manager didn't refute it either.

"You also asked me about Mr. Mo."

"But you've been keeping it secret."

The manager looked up at the ceiling, "Actually, one of the contract signed by Mr. Mo and Ling Lang is that during the contract period, he is not allowed to associate with anyone."

The assistant is young after all, and the heart of gossip conquers everything. When she heard this, she exclaimed, "How could there be such a conditional contract? I always thought that you were strict with Ling Lang just to prevent scandals. Could it be that you can't even date?"

"Yes, I don't know why Mr. Mo made such a condition. But I am the executor of this contract. "

The assistant's mouth could not be closed for a long time.

The manager's eyes fell on Ling Lang who was at the side, "So all these years, I have not only been his manager, but also his monitor, and anyone who has unreasonable thoughts about him, I will kill them immediately. "

The assistant was already speechless in surprise, "Why, how did this happen?"

The manager lowered his eyes, "These days, I've been wondering why Ling Lang is so persistent in this relationship."

"Don't say that you are an artist, even if you are an ordinary person, if you encounter this kind of misfortune, you will be sad and depressed at most. How could you choose such an extreme method?"

"After thinking about it, it's because he has experienced too much vigorous emotion in the play, but the emotion in reality is completely blank, so that once he falls into it, he sinks too deeply. Apart from this, I can't think of other reasons."

The assistant was fascinated.

The manager's eyes also became blank, "Thinking about it now, if I hadn't looked at him so strictly at the beginning and turned a blind eye, would he now be like everyone else in the circle, putting all his feelings on him? Treat it as a joke."

The assistant couldn't imagine Ling Lang like that.

She suddenly realized another question, "Then why didn't you stop Feng Hao at the beginning?"

"The timing of his appearance was too coincidental. It happened to be the time when the contract between Ling Lang and Mr. Mo was terminated. I have no right to interfere any more." He turned his head to look at the person on the bed, "It might just be fate."

The doctor came for a routine rounds, and the agent watched the other party come in pitifully, and watched the other party go out pitifully, and chased him out himself.

The assistant tidied up the room and went out with the kettle.

The door of the ward opened and closed quickly, and a figure appeared at the door of the ward. He walked around the bed twice calmly, and finally stopped at Ling Lang's bedside.

"I saw your manager hanging around the door of my ward yesterday, so I guessed that you were here, brother," Wu Guanfeng said in an unpredictable voice, "I guessed right."

"Now the outside world is looking for you, and the company is really tight-lipped this time." Wu Guanfeng bowed and stared straight at Ling Lang, "But the senior brother is lying here secretly, it's too cunning."

He stared at Ling Lang for a while, but seeing no sign of him waking up, he believed that Ling Lang really couldn't hear him.

Wu Guanfeng straightened up lazily, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. When he came to this ward last time, through the glass window, he could still see a large number of movie fans waiting at the hospital entrance. Only patients and their families come and go, no reporters, let alone fans.

"Because the master is gone, I don't eat or drink myself, and follow the master's puppy on a hunger strike..." His tone seemed to be talking to himself, "I'm surprised that Junior Brother Feng is willing to ruin his future for you, no? Thinking of you, brother, makes me even more surprised."

"Back then on the set, you didn't even want me to slap him. If he saw you like this today, he wouldn't know how he would feel."

He took a step forward and looked down at Ling Lang.

"I'm probably the last bosom friend of senior brother in this world, isn't it a little touched?"

Wu Guanfeng was still, Ling Lang was still lying there, the whole room seemed to be frozen, only the drops were falling drop by drop under the action of gravity.

"If this is the result that senior brother wants," Wu Guanfeng's inorganic voice sounded in the ward after a long time, "I don't mind helping senior brother one last time."

The assistant returned to the room with the kettle in his hand, his eyes swept away inadvertently, and he was so surprised that he almost dropped the thing in his hand.

The doctor and manager arrived soon after her panicked expression. The drip that was originally inserted on the back of Ling Lang's hand had been pulled out, and the transparent liquid dripped all over the floor.

"What's going on?" the agent asked in disbelief.

"I, I just went to get some water," the assistant was as surprised as he was.

The doctor said, "The drip is just a nutrient solution, and it won't have too serious effects if you take it off..."

"But the question is who did it?" The agent asked everyone's biggest confusion, and at that moment, his heart moved, "Could it be that he woke up?"

The doctor lifted his eyelids to check, then shook his head, "Probably not."

Managers and assistants look at each other, and each other has huge question marks.

The agent's cell phone rang untimely, and he picked it up and heard a few words, "What? How did this happen?"

"What's wrong?" The assistant heard something wrong from his tone.

"Understood," the manager hung up the phone after listening to a few more words, with a gloomy face, "Ling Lang's photo was posted anonymously on the Internet, and now the media probably already know that he is here."

His guess was correct. It didn't take long for a large wave of media to rush in front of the hospital, and the police had to be used to stop them, but the reporters stood firm and refused to leave.

The news of Ling Lang's dying spread like wildfire, and the economic company could no longer hide it. Even if they lied about Ling Lang's serious illness, it was quickly exposed. The mysterious person who broke the news couldn't describe Ling Lang's condition more accurately, and the two characters of hunger strike were shocking. , and the reason for the hunger strike was even more unexpected.

People used to say that the two turned against each other, Feng Hao died unexpectedly, and Ling Lang stayed behind closed doors, but now they know that things are not as simple as they thought.

At the same time, the content of Feng Hao's last call with Ling Lang before his death was also exposed, making the truth even more confusing.

However, the only thing that is no longer questioned is the relationship between the two. All the rumors are self-defeating. The previous one-sided public opinion has been reversed in an instant. A well-told story.

The manager didn't know how many times he woke up by rubbing his temples. These days, he and his assistant took turns guarding Ling Lang, fearing that the last incident would repeat itself.

He has no time to deal with the outside media. At this moment, nothing is more important than Ling Lang's life.

He dragged his tired body to the window, and there seemed to be many more people gathered at the entrance of the hospital. Gifts were piled up in an open space that did not affect people's entry and exit.

The fans no longer held up banners banning Feng Hao, but instead had a group photo of the two of them, this scene seemed familiar.

"There are a lot more people today than yesterday, do you want to get up and have a look?" After following Ling Lang for so many years, the manager has already developed a good ability to talk to himself.

"The leaders of the hospital came to me yesterday and made serious criticisms to you. You have been sleeping like this, which has caused a bad impact on the order of the hospital.

"I can't put down the gifts from the fans. I have to find someone to take them away. It will be bad if it rains."

He raised his head, the sky was gray, and he vaguely saw one or two white snowflakes falling from the sky.

He rubbed his eyes, took a closer look, and was sure that he was right. The first snow this year had already fallen silently.

"Look, Ling Lang, it's snowing..."

People who are asleep will not respond to him, but the phone rings at this time.

Looking at the caller's name, the agent froze for a long time before frantically picking it up, and after holding it to his ear for a long time, he couldn't even say a word of hello.

"It's me." The long-lost strange voice came from the microphone again.

"Mr. Mo?" The manager had mixed feelings, and was speechless for a while.

"I already know the matter," Mr. Mo said.

The manager lowered his head and looked at his toes, "...I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of him... I failed your expectations."

"No, you have worked hard during this time," Mr. Mo said without any blame, "Now, please give him the phone."

The manager's reaction was a bit slow, and then he realized that Mr. Mo wanted to talk to Ling Lang.

The flame of hope was quickly ignited in his heart, if there was only one person in this world who could wake Ling Lang up, it could only be this person.

He hastily brought the phone to Ling Lang's ear, and said in a low voice, "Ling Lang, it's Mr. Mo's call. It's Mr. Mo. Listen."

A faint voice came from the other end of the phone, Ling Lang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the manager's eyes widened in disbelief.

I don't know what Mr. Mo said in Ling Lang's ear, but every time the manager thought about it, he always felt that it was the most magical spell in the world.

Because after the spell, the sleeping prince slowly opened his eyes, and a world woke up.