Feng Hao patted his head with satisfaction, with a look of approval, "You learned faster than I thought."
"I'll prepare dinner, you can do whatever you want, if you really have nothing to do," he pointed to the door, "wait for me there."
Ling Lang thought for a while, and finally accepted the second opinion and stayed at the door of the kitchen waiting for Feng Hao to prepare dinner.
Feng Hao's knuckles were slender, and he held the knife very elegantly. Ling Lang just looked at it and remembered what these hands had done to him.
As soon as Feng Hao raised his eyes, he could see Ling Lang waiting at the door. Seeing that the other party was staring at him, he smiled at him and lowered his head to cut vegetables.
This meaningful smile made Ling Lang blushed a little for no reason.
Feng Hao fished out the washed vegetables from the water, "Do you eat green onions, ginger and garlic? Where's the coriander?"
"I can't eat chocolate."
Feng Hao nodded, "I wrote it down."
Ling Lang watched quietly for a while, and found that Feng Hao's cooking style and ingredients were all Western-style, which reminded him of the row of xenophobic documents on the other side's bookshelf.
"Have you been abroad?"
Feng Hao seems a little surprised that Ling Lang will take the initiative to find a topic to chat, "Well, I have been there before. I just returned to China when you first saw me."
"Study abroad?"
Feng Hao smiled, "I'm running around for the economy."
Ling Lang remembered that Feng Hao once said that he wanted to take care of the family business.
Feng Hao's tone was very relaxed, "I owe people a lot of money before, and I have to make money to pay off the debt."
Seeing the worry on Ling Lang's face, he added with a smile, "Fortunately, it has already been paid off."
Ling Lang looked around and felt that he was worrying too much. People who could live in this kind of house really didn't look like they were trapped in debt.
"Who do you owe money? Usury?" he asked casually.
"Haha," Feng Hao laughed, "Forget it, the interest is not low anyway."
"Why borrow money?"
"Because..." Feng Hao turned the steak over, "to protect those who want to protect."
"What?" The range hood was on, but Ling Lang couldn't hear it clearly.
"How cooked do you want the steak? Is seven points okay?" Feng Hao quietly changed the subject.
"Oh well."
Feng Hao turned off the fire, "Okay."
He brought the plate to the dining room, "Is it cold on the floor?"
Ling Lang just stood up, his feet were still a little numb, "It's okay."
"Next time you can get a mat," he suggested thoughtfully.
Feng Hao really didn't exaggerate, his cooking skills were very good, at least better than Ling Lang's.
When the two of them ate, it was very quiet, no one spoke, not even the sound of the tableware was very small.
It was not until after dinner that Ling Lang asked Feng Hao the doubts in his heart.
"Why did you let me eat at the table?"
Feng Hao couldn't help laughing, "I'm not that extreme. Most of the time, I want you to be a person."
"As for the rest of the time," he began to clear up the tableware he had used on the table, "that's just a little bit of fun."
This time Ling Lang consciously did not intervene. While Feng Hao was washing dishes in the kitchen, he went to the living room.
Feng Hao has a lot of discs at home. He found out about it the last time he came, but he didn't have a chance to read it carefully. Now he flips through them one by one and finds that Feng Hao's taste in movies is very similar to his own, as long as it's a movie he likes. , Feng Hao will probably have it, and there are many that he has not seen.
He flipped through and found one of his favorite movies, which he had watched over and over again, but still didn't get bored. He put the disc in the player and used the remote to jump straight to the back. The climax part starts to watch.
When Feng Hao finished packing up, he found that Ling Lang was watching "The Lover Under One Step" attentively. On TV, after the two were sent to the hospital in a car accident, Ling Daoxi buried his head on the back of Qi Dong's hand and cried.
Feng Hao sat quietly beside Ling Lang, and Ling Lang, who was fully engaged, didn't seem to notice. The two watched the end of the film together. Only after the subtitles appeared did Ling Lang realize that there was another person beside him.
"Are you so serious in everything you do?" Feng Hao felt amused.
Ling Lang was used to being alone for so many years, and he really wasn't used to having a second person in the house.
He got up to unload the DVD, and Feng Hao's voice came from behind him, "You like this movie very much?"
"Well," Ling Lang carefully put the disc back, "Unfortunately, it was banned in China as soon as it was filmed."
"It is inevitable that this kind of marginal subject will be banned."
Ling Lang scanned the cover of the CD and saw a familiar name, "It turns out that this is also the work of screenwriter Yi. The script he wrote for others is so good, what he gave to me is three vulgarities."
"Don't say that," Feng Hao shook his head noncommittally. "That kind of script is too niche and has no market."
"I didn't make the film for the box office," Ling Lang put the disc back in its place.
Feng Hao lowered his head and smiled without commenting. Unfamiliar singing came from the bedroom. Feng Hao was the first to hear, "What sound?"
Ling Lang listened carefully, "It's my cell phone."
On the other end of the phone was a furious agent, "My ancestor, didn't you agree not to admit it? What trouble are you doing there? My phone is going to blow up tonight!"
Ling Lang didn't understand, "What happened to me?"
"What kind of Weibo are you doing when you don't have anything to do? You don't think you're showing enough affection, don't you? Do you think your flashbangs are not shiny enough? If I knew earlier, I shouldn't have given you the account number and password!"
Ling Lang couldn't understand what he was saying at all, Feng Hao answered the phone, listened to a few words, and said to the other side, "I see," and hung up the phone.
"What?" Ling Lang asked.
"You're on Weibo today."
"Um."
"And retweeted my Weibo?"
"Um?"
Seeing his expressionless but dazed appearance, Feng Hao couldn't help hugging him and kissing him on the forehead, "If you can stay in the entertainment industry safe and sound until today, someone must have protected you very well. "
He came to the study, Ling Lang's account was still logged in, Feng Hao entered his homepage, and sure enough the latest Weibo was no longer "landing".
—@Linglang: Repost on Weibo//@fenghao: 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 to prove that you love me (love you).
Feng Hao smiled, "Should I turn back and say I love you too in this situation?"
He glanced at the terrifying forwarding number in the lower right corner, "Log in to my account now, and I will definitely be stuck with Aite's message."
Ling Lang has been standing behind him, still looking calm and dazed, "Is there any problem?"
"No, you retweeted very well," Feng Hao quickly dragged the page down, "It seems that this is your only retweet, I'm really honored."
Feng Hao closed the browser, "Let's go, I'll take a bath for you."
This is not the first time Feng Hao has given him a bath, and Ling Lang is no longer as embarrassed as he was at the beginning. No matter where he goes, Feng Hao is always neatly dressed, even the sleeves rolled up when he bathes are meticulously rolled up. .
"You take care of me like this, what should I do if I lose the ability to take care of myself?" When Feng Hao wiped Ling Lang's hair with a bath towel, Ling Lang suddenly asked him.
Feng Hao glanced at the foggy mirror, where the shadows of the two were vaguely reflected, "Then I will take care of you for the rest of your life."
After taking a shower, Feng Hao put on the collar for Ling Lang as usual, and confirmed the tightness before letting him go to bed. Ling Lang thought he would do something to him, but Feng Hao did nothing unexpectedly.
Ling Lang was hugged by the other party, listening to the even sound of his heartbeat, he fell asleep without realizing it. He had no dreams all night, and it was the next morning when he woke up again.
Feng Hao was still fast asleep, Ling Lang stared blankly at his angular face for a while, suddenly thought of something, and carefully rubbed off the bed.
He felt the bed collapse a bit, and then his body sank. As soon as Feng Hao woke up, he saw Ling Lang appearing with the newspaper in front of him. He restrained his smile and took the newspaper. He touched the other's head, "Morning."
Ling Lang got back into the bed again and lay down next to Feng Hao.
"As soon as you enter the door, there is a small cabinet, and there is a flannel in the bottom drawer."
Ling Lang listened carefully.
"You can wrap the newspaper in it or you'll eat the lead in your stomach."
He nodded.
It can be seen that there is no big news in the circle recently, and the headlines of the entertainment page are still the two of them.
The only retweet, the only concern, and the content of the retweet is so ambiguous that people don't believe that it is difficult for the two of them to have anything between them. The brokerage company wants them to play side balls outside, and who would have accidentally hit home plate.
Feng Hao sighed, "Your manager thought that if you keep you at home, the world will be peaceful, but now it seems that he still underestimates you."
Ling Lang's attention was attracted by another piece of news, "You signed the Ye family?"
"Um."
"when?"
"yesterday."
"You said yesterday that the announcement was the signing conference?"
"Well, now I'm an artist under the same company as you, are you happy, senior?"
"Then won't you be very busy in the future?"
Feng Hao smiled, "I will shamelessly push all the jobs that can be pushed aside."
Feng Hao got up and prepared breakfast for the two of them. He really turned off work as he said, and stayed at home the next day after signing the contract. Ling Lang now knows why Feng Hao's house is spotless. The reason is that he only has time when he is free. , will clean the room.
"I don't think doing housework is a burden," Feng Hao carefully cleaned every corner of the room. "On the contrary, it will make me feel calm."
Ling Lang was deeply touched by this. When he lived alone, he often used housework to pass the time. Especially every time I return to my residence from the crew and clean the dusty room with my own hands, I immediately feel a sense of belonging at home.
Ling Lang had nothing to do, so he followed Feng Hao—Feng Hao cleaned up the bedroom, he stayed in the bedroom, Feng Hao cleaned the study, he followed to the study, every time the other party cleaned a room, he stayed at the door waiting for him, as if this was the all his work.
"If you're bored, you can go online or watch TV," Feng Hao suggested.
Ling Lang shook his head, indicating that he did not want to go, and Feng Hao let him go.
The two were cleaning and the other was waiting. No one spoke. The room was silent. The air was almost frozen. Instead, a harmonious aura slowly flowed between the two of them.
Ling Lang's eyes always followed Feng Hao, and he was completely focused and focused. After looking at it for a long time, the surrounding sounds, smells, and images have all disappeared. What I heard in my ears, what I smelled in my nose, and what I saw in my eyes, was the only other person left, as if he was the only one in the world. .
Every time Feng Hao met Ling Lang's eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, he would smile at him gently. This brief exchange made him blush yesterday, but today it makes his heart beat.
Slowly, he found that he began to expect Feng Hao to notice his existence. All he waited was for the other party to look at him. This trivial moment was the happiest moment of the whole morning.