The last time Ling Lang came to Feng Hao's house, he was empty-handed, but when he visited again, he brought his carry-on luggage.
He stood at the door for a long time and did not go in. Feng Hao stood quietly beside him, without questioning or urging.
"Last time at the beach you asked me something..." Ling Lang took the initiative to speak uncharacteristically, and Feng Hao listened intently.
"When I was young, I was always worried about my special tendencies. During college, I focused on my studies without any distractions. After that, for ten years, I..." He hesitated for a while, "Believe it or not, I didn't like it in the first half of my life. You say you like me, but I don't even know what liking is..."
Feng Hao stepped forward and hugged him tenderly, "I believe, I'm also very happy that you took the initiative to tell me this. I'm already very relieved that you are standing here and telling me what's in your heart."
At the end of a hug, Feng Hao let go, "I can help you identify all your uncertainties; I can wait patiently for all you don't understand."
He looked serious, "But I think you must understand that stepping into this door, we are no longer the relationship in the past, and I think you must also understand that the relationship I want is not just a lover."
Ling Lang stared at him for a while, then nodded solemnly.
Feng Hao curled the corners of his mouth and stretched out his hand towards Ling Lang, "Thank you for leaving your first step to me, and I promise you that I will take you through it well."
It was the first time that the manager came to Feng Hao's house, and he carefully checked every corner of the room.
"Have you found any hidden dangers?" Feng Hao asked with a smile.
"What are these rooms for?" He pointed to the locked doors.
"It's just a pile of junk."
When the agent saw Feng Hao smiling like a fox, he intuited that what he said was not true, but he couldn't expose him to his face.
He walked to the window and carefully observed any blind spot around him where he could hide.
"Don't worry, this is closed management, and the paparazzi can't even enter the main entrance."
The agent didn't believe him, "You said the same thing on the island, but it didn't end up being taken away?"
Feng Hao spread his hands helplessly, "That was my negligence. Besides, the relationship between me and the senior is already semi-public now, so what does it matter even if it is photographed?"
The agent jumped, "I haven't admitted it yet! You two are just cooperating with the hype!"
"Okay," Feng Hao sighed, "whatever you say is."
The agent was satisfied, "You swiped the card twice when you brought me in just now?"
"Well, both the main entrance and the entrance of the small courtyard need to be swiped to enter."
"Do you still have a secondary card? Give me one, and a spare key."
"No," Feng Hao refused without even using an excuse he didn't have.
Feng Hao's swift rejection made the manager blow his beard and stare, "I have the door card and key of Ling Lang's house before."
Feng Hao was not affected by him at all, smiling as before, "But this is my home."
When Ling Lang came to the living room, what he saw was a scene of two people chatting and laughing while gnashing their teeth. It seemed that as long as the two met, the situation would inevitably develop in this direction.
"Is something wrong?" Ling Lang never said nonsense, as long as he spoke, he went straight to the point.
The agent glared at Feng Hao and started to explain in a ramble, "I have fought with the company, it's better that you don't show up in public during this time, although the two of you have... cooperated with the hype, but there is no need to So loud."
"I've pushed everything you can to promote your propaganda. During this time, you just need to stay at home with peace of mind. Try to go out as little as possible, and don't contact the media."
Ling Lang didn't like publicity and entertainment at first. The manager's arrangement was exactly what he wanted, not to mention Feng Hao. Of all the words the other party said after entering the door, he was most satisfied with this sentence.
"Anyway, there is no suitable script recently, so you should give yourself a big vacation."
"Senior is very lucky," Feng Hao pretended to sigh, "I also want to have a vacation."
"Let the brokerage company hide you, so that you have time off every day," the broker deliberately said to him sullenly.
"It's a pity that I don't have a brokerage company, otherwise I would definitely suggest this to the higher-ups," Feng Hao said with regret, making the broker grit his teeth but helpless.
"I'm still keeping an eye on you about the house. If you can't find a suitable one for a while, don't worry," the agent suddenly thought.
"You don't need to look for it, the senior has decided to live with me for a long time," Feng Hao interjected, "You can pack up the rest of his things and send them over."
The agent didn't believe what he said at all, "I know Ling Lang better than you. He has lived alone for so many years, so he won't be used to living with others." He turned to Ling Lang and asked, "Do you think so?"
Ling Lang didn't lift his eyelids, "Just do as he said."
"I..." The agent choked in one breath, unable to get up or down.
The agent had no choice but to emphasize the safety issue for a long time before getting up and leaving.
Feng Hao sent him to the door and handed him a small note by the way.
"What is this?" the agent asked, looking at the numbers on the note.
"My landline at home, in the future, as long as there are problems that can be solved with language, you can call this number. You don't have to bother you to make a trip in person."
Feng Hao's subtext couldn't be more obvious, and the agent's mouth twitched, "What is a problem that can be solved with words, can't I send a script contract or something?"
Feng Hao smiled and handed him another note, which seemed to be well prepared.
"What is this?"
"Home delivery phone, please make good use of express delivery."
"You..." The agent was choked again, speechless.
"Anyway, if it's not necessary, please minimize the time you spend here," Feng Hao's tone was polite and sincere, but the content of his words made people feel that he was not polite.
When the agent heard this, he wanted to jump again, "Why?"
Feng Hao's performance was impeccable, "Because this is my home."
After sending the manager away, Feng Hao returned to the living room to say goodbye to Ling Lang.
"There is an announcement today, so stay home and wait for me to come back," he took advantage of the situation and kissed Ling Lang's face.
Although there was still a moment of unnaturalness, Ling Lang forced himself to try to accept it, so he did not avoid it.
"I'll buy food and cook it in the evening. What do you like to eat?"
"I'm fine, I'll go buy it."
Feng Hao refused with a smile, "I'm afraid you will cause traffic jams at the entrance of the supermarket."
"I can wear sunglasses or something."
"That's too eye-catching," Feng Hao touched his head, "I'll just go, I'm not as famous as you, and I'm not afraid of being recognized."
After Feng Hao left, Ling Lang stayed idle for a while. When Feng Hao was there, he didn't feel that, when he was alone, he realized that the habit he had developed over the years made him feel at a loss after staying in someone else's private space for a long time.
He was watching TV, but he didn't have any programs he wanted to watch. He wanted to read books. Feng Hao's bookshelves were filled with English books. When he stayed in the living room, he felt that the surroundings were empty. When he returned to the bedroom, the huge picture of himself on the wall made him again. It's hard to look straight.
When he was at home, he used to clean up his room to pass the time, but Feng Hao's house was spotless wherever he went, and it was cleaner than his own room.
He walked around the house a few times, and the doors of several rooms that he had not entered before were still locked. Ling Lang, who had nowhere to go, finally came to the study.
The computer network is connected, Ling Lang browsed the entertainment news on the Internet, and sure enough, all the news about himself and Feng Hao was overwhelming, most of which were uploaded by the paparazzi on the island, and a small part was chasing the wind. Guessing, after all, this is the first time a scandal has been reported since Ling Lang's debut, and the major media have cut their heads and tried to dig insiders.
Ling Lang was not interested in his own news, and he thought of the Weibo he mentioned when we met that day, so he found the account password he got from his assistant and logged in.
Feng Hao is indeed the only person on his follow list. He "himself" posted the last Weibo post, which was concise and concise, with only two words, "landing", followed by a pure landscape photo of the airport, without the back of his head in the photo. .
Such a simple Weibo, but the forwarding rate is surprisingly high, Ling Lang found in the forwarding that Feng Hao's account also forwarded this Weibo, the forwarding content was "Ming Mingfei has been flying for more than ten hours, why does it feel like it has landed in the blink of an eye. ?" Followed by an aggrieved face.
The comments on Weibo are very lively. Some people say that time with their loved ones naturally flies by, and some people say that they are not together after landing, so why pretend to be wronged, and more people simply swipe three words— together.
Ling Lang clicked on Feng Hao's homepage again, and the other party's latest Weibo post was "Today, the number of fans exceeded one million, but I guess most of them are zombies (grievances). Children who are not zombies, please move your fingers and forward it to prove that you love me. (Love you)."
Ling Lang was not very used to the complex interface of Weibo. He clicked on the page a few times, not knowing what operation he clicked by mistake. Before he could take a closer look, he heard the sound of the key turning in the door lock.
He put down the mouse and came to the door. Feng Hao had already opened the door, with a shopping bag in his hand and one on the ground.
"Why didn't you ring the doorbell?" Ling Lang wanted to pick up the bag on the ground, but Feng Hao picked it up first.
"I'm used to it," he walked straight to the kitchen carrying two bags. "I'm not sure about the senior's taste. I bought a little of each dish, but it seems that I bought a little too much."
Ling Lang followed Feng Hao to the kitchen empty-handed and watched him put the bag on the cooking table and take out the contents one by one.
"Senior seems to like vegetarian food more?" Feng Hao grouped meat together, "Then I will freeze these first."
Ling Lang reached out to pick it up, but Feng Hao silently avoided it. He had to stand aside and watch the other party put the crisper boxes into the freezer.
"How about eating potatoes at night?" Feng Hao asked him with a smile, picking up a potato.
Ling Lang wanted to help him wash, but Feng Hao had already turned on the faucet. Ling Lang wanted to take a knife to peel the skin, but he held down his hand, "I'll just come."
Ling Lang finally couldn't help but say, "I will do these things too."
He used to know nothing about it, but the long time alone has taught him how to take care of his life.
Feng Hao smiled and shook his head, "You don't need to do all these things."
Ling Lang frowned in confusion, "I don't want to stay here and eat free food."
"You really want to do something for me?" Feng Hao asked.
Ling Lang nodded.
Feng Hao smiled softly, "Then go and get me the slippers."
Ling Lang was frozen in place, Feng Hao still looked at him with a smile, his eyes were full of doting, but his tone contained irresistible firmness.
Since we met, every command from the other party has been understated like a joke, but none of them can make him laugh.
He stared at Feng Hao for a while, and finally leaned down slowly.
After a while, Ling Lang appeared in the kitchen again. He lowered his head and gently placed his slippers at Feng Hao's feet.