The bottom of the cage was rigid, Ling Lang adjusted several postures, and finally sat down leaning against the corner and hugging his knees. The camouflage wall was not opened, he could not see the scene in the living room, nor could he hear any sound from Feng Hao.
He closed his eyes, and his eyes shook as if Feng Hao was sitting on the sofa without saying a word. He knew that Feng Hao was really angry. He had never seen Feng Hao like that, so indifferent, so ruthless, Like he could be kicked out of the house at any time.
He buried his head in his knees, and slowly the whole person fell silent, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.
Ling Lang woke up once in the middle. He didn't know how long it had been, nor what time it was now. Holding the same posture for a long time made his body go numb.
He looked left and right, it was pitch black, Feng Hao obviously had never been here, he lay down curled up, under the cold iron plate, no quilt, his body felt a chill.
Ling Lang had never been in a relationship before meeting Feng Hao, but he knew that a normal couple quarreling would definitely not end up like this. If he and Feng Hao were just ordinary lovers, then now he could sleep on the warm bed and drive Feng Hao to the sofa.
There was resentment in his heart, not against Feng Hao, but against himself. The self who talked back loudly with Feng Hao couldn't even forgive himself.
He was not afraid of being locked in a cage at all, he was so afraid that Feng Hao would drive him away, what he was most worried about was that Feng Hao would appear in front of him in the next second, saying that he didn't need a disobedient dog, It would be more unbearable for him than lovers quarreling and breaking up. His reliance on Feng Hao has unknowingly exceeded his imagination.
Ling Lang thought wildly and fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up again, the sky was already bright.
He came out of the cage, did not use the bathroom of the master bedroom, cleaned himself up in the other bathroom, and returned to the cage again. He didn't meet Feng Hao from the beginning to the end.
After a while, he heard Feng Hao get up, and all kinds of familiar voices came from outside, the sound of water in the bathroom, the sound of the range hood in the kitchen, the sound of keys slamming, and finally with a slam, the door closed and everything resumed. silence.
Time seemed to stand still, the air stopped flowing, Ling Lang sat motionless in the cage, and gradually turned into a statue.
In a trance, he heard his cell phone ring, repeatedly ringing several times. After the phone was completely quiet, the landline took its place.
After a long period of time, the doorbell rang, and only the manager would be found in this order. Ling Lang buried his head again, isolating irrelevant voices to the back of his head.
The manager rang the doorbell for a long time before giving up, the room became quiet again, Ling Lang lost his sense of time, and in the haze, he actually fell asleep again.
This time, Ling Lang was awakened by the sound of the door opening. He heard the footsteps of leather shoes stepping on the floor. He opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw Feng Hao's leather shoes appear in front of him.
Feng Hao squatted down, "How long are you going to stay in there without eating or drinking? If there is a bathroom in the cage, do you plan to live in it for the rest of your life and not come out?"
Ling Lang remained silent.
Feng Hao opened the cage door, "Come out."
Ling Lang did not move.
He repeated, "Come out."
Ling Lang still didn't move.
"If you don't come out, I will lock the cage, and after a while, you will beg me to let you out," Feng Hao threatened.
Ling Lang looked up at him and lowered his head again.
Feng Hao sighed.
"Come out, I forgive you."
Only then did Ling Lang climb out of the cage and get into Feng Hao's arms, not moving again.
Feng Hao touched his back from top to bottom, "Why are you so stubborn."
Ling Lang closed his eyes and enjoyed Feng Hao's touch. It seemed that there was no more comfortable movement in the world. With such a warm touch, the icy twenty-four hours in the cage completely disappeared.
"Are you hungry?" Feng Hao's hand moved to his head, rubbing his hair.
Ling Lang felt it for a while, "Thirsty."
When he heard his own voice, he realized that his vocal cords had become hoarse. Feng Hao was right, if he really had to lock the cage door, it wouldn't take long for him to be thirsty.
"Milk?" Feng Hao asked.
Ling Lang nodded.
"wait for me."
It didn't take long for Feng Hao to come back with warmed milk. Ling Lang lay on the ground and licked the milk on the plate little by little. This time the milk felt even sweeter than last time. Ling Lang almost fell in love with this kind of milk. smell.
After Ling Lang licked all the milk, Feng Hao picked up the plate, "I'm going to cook some porridge for you. You can call the manager. You've been missing for a day, and he's almost deafening my ears."
As Ling Lang expected, the manager scolded him severely on the phone, and it was rare that Ling Lang didn't interrupt him, and listened to the end obediently until the other party lost his temper.
"Are you ill today?" After the businessman vented, he realized that Ling Lang was abnormal. Usually, in this situation, within three sentences, he designated that the other party would hang up the phone.
"No."
"Really? Your voice sounds a little hoarse?"
"Bad signal."
"Okay then," the agent said without a doubt, "there is a show for you tomorrow, so be on time to the crew."
"understood."
Ling Lang hung up the phone and looked through the call records on the phone. The entire eleven missed calls were all from the manager. If one day he really disappeared, he would probably be the only one who would look for him all over the world.
When the porridge was cooked, Feng Hao took it out and put it on the floor next to the dining table.
Ling Lang was puzzled, obviously he just said he had forgiven him.
"You can't go to the table for dinner today. This is the punishment for not getting the little red flower yesterday."
Ling Lang just remembered, "But..."
"No but, if it is broken, it will be broken. There is no need for a reason. This punishment is already very light."
Ling Lang no longer refuted, as long as Feng Hao didn't drive him out, he would be willing to eat at his feet.
When Ling Lang arrived on the set the next day, he actually saw Wu Guanfeng. His drug reaction had passed, and he looked the same as usual. When he saw Ling Lang, he greeted him triumphantly.
Feng Hao did not know what means to cover up the truth of Wu Guanfeng's fainting, and the other party didn't even know that he had saved Ling Lang's life.
"How did you tell him?" Ling Lang asked Feng Hao.
"I just had the doctor tell him that the fainting was due to exhaustion."
"… and then?"
Feng Hao faintly smiled, "I want him to recharge his batteries and avoid intercourse within three months."
For the first time, Ling Lang felt sympathy for Wu Guanfeng.
Feng Hao went to the next door to change his costumes. When Ling Lang was cleaning the table, he found a note under the vanity box.
-I'll be waiting for you in the West Fourth Palace at noon, see you soon.
The inscription was exactly the name of the actress. If Ling Lang had not checked it online last time, he would have hardly remembered it.
Without even thinking about it, he rubbed the note and threw it into the wastebasket. No matter what reason Feng Hao prevented the two from meeting, as long as he said it, he would do it.
After filming the morning scene, he obediently stayed in the lounge and recited the script after eating, as if the note that morning had never appeared.
In the afternoon scene, the queen mother summoned the emperor, and Wu Guanfeng, the queen mother's nephew, was also on the scene, and there was an open and secret struggle.
When everyone came to the West Second Palace after lunch, they were all surprised. Many facilities in the palace were destroyed, the curtains were cut, the sheets were torn, and even the seat cushions were scratched, exposing the cotton inside. .
The person in charge of the on-duty came hurriedly. After lunch, he felt very sleepy for some reason. He fell into a deep sleep and didn't hear any movement until he was woken up just now.
The producers and supervisors were furious, but they could not delay the shooting progress, so they had to find people from the studio. They were also shocked when they saw the tragic scene on the scene.
"Similar to the West Second Palace... Then there is only the West Fourth Palace next door. Most of the layout is the same, and there may be a little difference in the decoration."
Everyone discussed it and decided to move to the West Second Palace. Feng Hao just walked a few steps and received a call from the bodyguard.
"The test report confirmed that the card was tampered with, and the fingerprints detected on it were Mr. Wu's and the other was from the flower shop. There was no third person."
"Have you checked the flower shop?"
"I've been there. The person who bought the flowers was the woman the young master described."
Feng Hao tightened his hands on the phone.
"Also, there is a message from the eldest young master that the woman met with Mr. Yi not long ago, so we should be extra careful."
Feng Hao's eyes sank, "Why didn't you talk about the face we met not long ago until today?"
"That's what I just learned over there."
Feng Hao swallowed heavily, "Book me a flight back next week."
"Yes."
Feng Hao hung up the phone and stood there with a gloomy expression for a long time, before walking towards the West Second Palace.
A bodyguard hurried over, the same one who took the flowers and greeting cards that day.
"Found it in the wastebasket in Mr. Ling's lounge." He handed Feng Hao the note that was obviously crumpled and unfolded. "The handwriting and the message on the card are from the same person."
Feng Hao quickly scanned the contents of the note, "Xi Er Gong?"
He suddenly took off his legs and ran towards the West Ergong. The bodyguard didn't know why, but he followed him conditioned reflexively, only to find that his well-trained self couldn't keep up with Feng Hao's speed.
The staff arranged the equipment in the West Second Palace with the fastest efficiency. The director took a tour of the room. The lighting here is much worse than the next door, but at this time, we can only take the second place.
Wu Guanfeng also walked in swaggeringly. He was going to give Ling Lang a disgrace in the play, which was manifested in "accidentally" dropping the teacup on his feet.
He looked around the room and couldn't find the pedals, but saw another prop that could be used to play, and he had an idea.
Ling Lang stood outside the palace, saw Wu Guanfeng sticking out half of his head, and greeted him, "Senior brother, please come over here, there is something I want to discuss with you."
He walked over step by step and saw that he was getting closer and closer to the palace gate.
"Don't go in!" When Feng Hao arrived, only the shadow of the golden dragon robe flashed and disappeared inside the door.
He didn't want to rush over, but Ling Lang felt that he was being dragged out of the door by a huge pulling force. At that moment, there was a deafening loud noise, a dazzling fire flashed in front of him, and then a heat wave pushed him away. After going out for a long distance, when they landed, they were tightly pressed by a person, and countless tiny fragments flew out of them at high speed and hit them with a crackle.
After dozens of seconds, everything fell silent, and Ling Lang finally realized that there was an explosion just now.
The person pressing on him confirmed that it was safe, and then sat up from him.
"Are you all right?" Feng Hao's voice was unusually calm, too calm.
Ling Lang also rubbed his eyes and sat up, only to have the ashes run into his eyes, making him unable to open his eyes for a while.
"I'm fine," Ling Lang finally opened his eyes, Feng Hao's outline gradually became clear in the confused vision, Ling Lang was stunned.
Feng Hao sat there calmly, as if nothing had happened.
His eyes were tightly closed, and two bloodstains like tears flowed from the bottom of his eyes.