Waiting Upon You

"How is it? Do you feel better today?" The manager pushed the door open, which was different from the past, and now every time he opened the door, his heart was full of hope.

Seeing the people in the house, the manager was surprised first and then overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "You can go to the ground now?"

Ling Lang stood with one hand on the wall, obviously still weak, but at least he had taken a big step forward.

"Don't worry, you haven't recovered yet, take your time," the manager put him back on the bed.

Ling Lang shook his head, "There's no time."

"No time for what?" The manager was taken aback.

Ling Lang didn't answer him, but asked instead, "What's so happy about it?"

The manager patted his face, so his happiness was written on his face?He took out the newspaper under his arm, "Yilidan has been arrested."

Ling Lang didn't understand, "Who?"

"Yilidan," the manager said cheerfully, "It turned out that this guy continued to do many evil things after he fled the country. This time, he was finally caught by the police and the underworld forces behind him. It's heaven's eyes."

"The woman surnamed Qiao was also sentenced the day before yesterday, did you know? It turns out that the two of them are in the same gang."

"On the day of the court session, some extreme fans were fined for viciously causing trouble at the gate of the court, but don't worry, it's not yours, it's Wu Guanfeng's."

Ling Lang read the newspaper silently, and put it aside without saying anything.

"I want to go out for a walk."

Ling Lang's calmness made the manager a little surprised, but he still nodded, "Oh, yes."

The manager pushed over the wheelchair and carefully helped Ling Lang onto it.Recently, he discovered a small remote door in the hospital, which was a reporter's blind spot. Thanks to this door, Ling Lang was able to bask in the sun for a while every day.

Passing through the small gate, the manager pushed Ling Lang and walked slowly in the yard. When he reached a certain place, the person in the wheelchair made a stop gesture.

Even if he didn't do it, the manager knew where to stop. When he pushed Ling Lang past here for the first time, he unexpectedly discovered that from this angle, he could just see the station across the street.

Perhaps because there is a hospital nearby, a huge public welfare poster is posted on the advertisement column of the station.On the poster, Feng Hao and the golden retriever are looking at each other affectionately, but if you look carefully, you will find that Feng Hao's eyes are not opened at all.

It was during Feng Hao's blindness that he acted as a charity endorsement for guide dogs, and Ling Lang personally pushed him to shoot.

After discovering this stop sign, Ling Lang, accompanied by his manager, would come here every day and stare at Feng Hao's poster for a long time.

At first, the manager was a little worried that he would think about others when he saw things, but Ling Lang's situation was getting better day by day, and his heart gradually relaxed.

The manager was in a particularly good mood today, so he started chatting with Ling Lang, "Have you seen the movie "The Faithful Dog Hachiko"?"

Ling Lang shook his head.

"It's about an old professor who adopted a stray dog ​​and named it Hachiko."

"Hachiko has a very good relationship with the old professor. Every morning when the professor takes the train to go to class, Hachiko will send him to the station and pick him up at night."

"But after the old professor left it that day, he suddenly had a heart attack on the school podium and never came back."

Speaking of this, the manager suddenly realized that this story was out of place. He must have lost his mind to talk about it with Ling Lang. The poster must have misleading.

"Go ahead," Ling Lang saw that he stopped talking, so he took the initiative to speak.

Hearing what he said, the manager had no choice but to continue, "Hachiko...has been on a hunger strike for three days and three nights. Since then, he has been waiting at the train station every day after get off work, waiting for his master to come home, for ten years, rain or shine."

"Until one day, he saw the old professor get off the train, walked up to it, and said to it, Hi, Hachiko!"

"At that moment, it closed its eyes contentedly."

After the manager finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Ling Lang and jumped up in surprise.

"you laughed?"

"Really?" Ling Lang shifted his gaze from the stop sign to the manager. Although his expression changed slightly, he could still recognize that it was a smile.

"You actually laughed?!" The manager repeated in disbelief. This was the first time he saw a smile on Ling Lang's face after Feng Hao left.

"I just think this story is very good." A faint smile remained on his face, "If there is a chance, I really want to take a look."

"Oh," the manager looked at Ling Lang in a daze, "what's the problem, I have this disc at home, and I'll show it to you when I'm discharged from the hospital."

Ling Lang nodded slightly, and turned his gaze back to the direction just now.The manager stared at him blankly, his eyes were so familiar at the moment, in a trance, Ling Lang's figure overlapped with Hachiko who was waiting at the train station, and he couldn't tell them apart.

The days passed while staring at each other day by day, Ling Lang recovered at an astonishing speed, even the doctor said that he was a little too hasty.

"Although I also hope that you can recover as soon as possible, but your body was too weak before, and you need to take it up slowly," the doctor said worriedly looking at Ling Lang, who had overrun his rehabilitation exercise.

"There's no time," Ling Lang replied the same.

"You always say you don't have time," the agent finally couldn't help asking, "Is there no time?"

Ling Lang took another step with his own efforts, and now he can walk several tens of meters steadily.

"Time until the awards show," he replied.

The most grand annual celebration in the film and television industry has kicked off. On the Avenue of Stars covered with red carpets, hundreds of celebrities and entertainers will pass by here again tonight.

In the dressing room, despite having done enough psychological preparation, the makeup artist who had been away for many days still couldn't help covering her mouth in surprise when she saw Ling Lang for the first time.

"Don't have that expression," Ling Lang saw through her thoughts, "I've worked very hard, but I can't become a fat man with one bite."

The makeup artist had no choice but to comfort him, "Actually, if the cheekbones are retouched, they won't look so thin after the mirror."

"Then please."

The makeup artist's hands trembled, and the pressed powder almost fell off.

"I'm really not used to you suddenly becoming so polite."

"Then please do your best," Ling Lang said calmly, "If this is the last time I accept the award on stage, I also hope that I can make a good impression in front of the camera."

"Bah, bah, crow's mouth," the manager interjected, "How could it be the last time, you are still so young, and there are countless opportunities in the future, let alone this podium, Oscar, Nobel, we will all I have to walk again."

Ling Lang closed his eyes and let the makeup artist paint on his face, "It's just a hypothesis."

The makeup location is only a few steps away from the party scene, but there is still a special car waiting at the door.

The brokerage company paid a lot of money for Ling Lang this time. The elongated black luxury car showed the dignity of the people in the car.

The manager seemed more nervous than Ling Lang, checking his appearance over and over again.

"Wait, if you are the winner, I have already written the acceptance speech for you. Remember to memorize it in advance."

He stuffed him a small note, along with Ling Lang's cell phone, "After you go in, remember to turn your cell phone to silent."

"Will you call me on the way?"

The agent was startled, "Probably not."

"Then why is it necessary to mute it?"

Before the agent had time to ponder the deep meaning of this sentence, the car slowly drove to the destination.

Artists dressed in costumes walked the red carpet one after another with elegant or steady steps, some alone, some with their female companions.

Finally, the agent inspected Ling Lang from head to toe. He lost weight, but his aura remained unchanged. He was still the Bingshan actor he was familiar with.

"Go, you can do it," he blurted out from the bottom of his heart.Several years ago, when Ling Lang first set foot on this passage, he encouraged Ling Lang like this.Several years later, Ling Lang has become a frequent visitor on this red carpet, but he is still the chick in his heart waiting to fly.

The car door opened, and the focus of attention of the entire audience gathered here. The youngest actor in the contemporary entertainment circle, appeared in front of the public for the first time after more than a month, and his expression was as aloof as ever.

The enthusiastic welcome failed to melt the iceberg. He walked through the crowd on both sides without looking sideways, stepping on the straight line to the left of the center of the red carpet, and walked over step by step.

"Did he go astray?" Looking at Ling Lang's back, the assistant asked uncertainly.

"No," the manager also looked at his back, "he just didn't walk over alone."

The award ceremony site was overcrowded as in previous years. The auditorium on the first floor was full of artists and guests, and there were some vacant VIP seats on the second floor.

The crew of "Prison Breakback Ocean II" is undoubtedly the winner this year, having won almost all major awards. Every time a clip of the nominated film is played, the faces of Ling Lang and Feng Hao flash across the screen.

After a performance, the party finally ushered in the climax that everyone was looking forward to.

The lucky draw guest opened the envelope in his hand, "The best actor nomination is Ling Lang, "Prison Breakback Ocean II."

On the screen, Ling Lang looked back and smiled faintly. It was the last glimpse of his character in the world. It was praised by film critics as the most stunning shot of the year on the screen and touched the hearts of countless movie viewers.

After looking back, the guest went on to read, "Feng Hao, "Prison Breakback Ocean II".

Everyone was surprised. This was the first time in history that two actors of a film were nominated for Best Actor at the same time. Perhaps it was because both of them were leading roles, and there was no supporting role.

On the screen, there wasn't even an edit, and it just followed the footage just now. Feng Hao stood alone on the edge of the cliff, the shock and anger in his eyes had disappeared, and grief and regret quietly rose from his eyes.

But soon, even this little human emotion escapes without a trace. The character is still breathing, but his life has come to an end.

Ling Lang in the audience calmly watched the video playback. He came here to complete the last task in his life.When this is done, it is time to follow the dead master without any worries.

Those were the words that Mr. Mo whispered in his ear when he sealed himself in a dream.

——Didn’t you always want to repay me?I want you to attend the award show in half a month, this is my last request to you.After it's done, everything you owe me will be paid off, and I won't interfere with whether you live or die at that time.

"The final winner is—" The prize winner drew a long tone in order to create suspense. The camera facing Ling Lang was already ready to cut into the close-up, and Ling Lang raised his eyes slightly at this moment.

"Ling Lang, "Prison Breakback Ocean II"! Congratulations!"

The applause sounded like thunder, Ling Lang stood up from his seat and walked steadily onto the stage under the attention of everyone.

The journey was not long, but for the weak Ling Lang, every step burned his limited physical strength.All his efforts after waking up were to walk the last part of his life with his head held high.

After receiving the trophy from the presenter, Ling Lang slightly nodded towards the audience.

He spread out the small note in the palm of his hand. His agent knew him best, and there were only three sentences written on it.

"Thank you to the organizing committee for bestowing on me this honor," he finished the first sentence.

"Thank you to the director, screenwriter, and every member of the crew," the agent shook hands nervously in the audience, it was already the second sentence, and after the third sentence was finished safely, you can step down and bow, please No more surprises.

Ling Lang on the stage didn't speak for a long time, and the audience who didn't know why, thought this was all the thank-you words from the film king who cherished words like gold, and applauded one after another.

What about the third sentence?The agent raised his head in doubt, what about the third sentence?Could it be that my handwriting is too scribbled to read?

After the applause ended, Ling Lang still didn't step down. Everyone immediately understood that there was still something to say.

The manager breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he wanted to put the emphasis on the back and emphasize it.

The venue became quiet again, and everyone was looking forward to what the actor would say next.

Ling Lang looked at the palm of his hand, crumpled up the note thanking my manager, and held it in his hand.

"I also want to thank two people..."

The economic man was stunned when he heard it, isn't he?The third sentence is not like this, how about thanking my agent?

Ling Lang's voice slowly echoed through the loudspeaker, "One is my benefactor, without him, I would not have achieved everything I have achieved today."

"One is my love, without him, everything I have achieved is meaningless."

He tightened the trophy in his hand, "Unfortunately, neither of the two people I want to share this award with can appear here today..."

No one spoke, no one applauded, and the auditorium with thousands of people seemed to have fallen into dead silence.

"Jingle bell bell bell..."

A faint bell rang, and Ling Lang raised his head, thinking that he had an auditory hallucination.

"Jingle bell bell bell..."

The bell rang again, so clear and real.

Ling Lang put his hand into his bosom in disbelief. If his hearing deceived him, how could his vision happen to appear at the same time?

He stared at the caller's name for a long while before raising the phone to his ear in a daze.

"Look up." Said over there.

Ling Lang raised his head mechanically. On the VIP seat on the second floor directly in front of him, a figure stood there with one hand in his pocket. Seeing the other party's gaze catch him, he shook the phone in his hand.

Before everyone had time to react to what happened, they saw the person on the stage rushing down like the wind, passing through the aisle, and disappearing at the exit. The reporter with quick eyes and quick hands quickly sensed that something was wrong, and followed immediately.

The manager stared petrifiedly at his leaving back, thinking over and over again that something was wrong, that's not how the script was written, thanking my manager for not saying anything, why did you run away?

At this moment, Ling Lang only had one thought in his mind. He forgot the occasion and his exhaustion, and rushed up to the second floor recklessly, followed by the reporter holding the video camera.

A door opened quietly, anyone standing there was already a passerby to Ling Lang, he rushed to the door, but stopped again.

The sudden running reached the limit of the body load, the chest heaved violently, the heart beat in the brain, mixed with the sound of rapid panting, and resonated in the eardrum.

However, his body can no longer feel these things. Expectations and fears control the speed of his progress. The destination is close at hand, but every step he takes becomes more and more difficult.

He finally came to that door, and the familiar figure that greeted his eyes had haunted him for so many days and nights.

The man turned around slowly, his eyes were so gentle that water could flow out.

"I am back."

Feng Hao's lingering voice didn't end, but he felt a huge momentum coming towards him, and he was almost knocked back a step.

The person who opened the door just now saw Ling Lang pounced in, turned around and closed the door behind him, shutting out the reporters as well.

Ling Lang hugged the neck of the person in front of him tightly, and buried his head into the socket of the other's neck, as if this was just an unreal illusion, and it would disappear as soon as he let go.

Feng Hao was suffocated by him, but he didn't stop him, standing straight on the spot, letting him hug him.

"WOO," he teased, "my iceberg-like pup has exploded with such enthusiasm, I'm almost overwhelmed."

He glanced at the audience, "This is a live broadcast, and the whole world is watching."

"It's because someone is watching," Ling Lang said in a muffled voice, "If there is no one, I will kneel down for you right now."

Feng Hao laughed out loud because of his words, "If you really have to kneel down, I won't be willing to hit you again."

Ling Lang hugged him even tighter, "I hope you can hit me once, so I can know if I'm dreaming now."

He let go of his hand and stared at Feng Hao intently, "Before Hachiko saw the illusion of the master before he died, shouldn't I die too?"

Feng Hao stroked Ling Lang's cheek with one hand, "Bagong has to be with its master forever."

His fingertips traced the thin outline of the other party, "And you too."

Feng Hao took Ling Lang's hand and shook his fingers, "You haven't finished your acceptance speech yet, don't you want to continue?"

Ling Lang appeared on the stage again, and finally a suitable person stood beside him.

The tide of applause gradually dissipated, Ling Lang looked around, then looked down the stands, and spoke contentedly.

"Thanks to my agent."