The manager moved back to Ling Lang's ward step by step, with his hands on the doorknob, he didn't push it open.
The time it took him to open the fan was longer and longer, 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 calm and peaceful sleeping face appeared in front of him again. His cheekbones were high and his cheeks were obviously sunken.
The agent only felt a sore nose, 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 is the rumored arrogant and indifferent Ling Lang who ignores everything
Under the focus of the flash, Ling Lang, who walked calmly across the red carpet, became the center of attention time and time again, and received countless applause and honors, is still lying here alone, in such an extreme way, To follow someone who no longer exists.
This is what the assistant saw when he gently pushed open the door and entered.
Ling Lang was still asleep, and the winter morning sunlight hit him in the face through the glass window. The agent fell asleep beside his bed, wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
The tight frown indicated that he was not sleeping peacefully, and the assistant's tiptoe action 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 lingered.
"You didn't go back all night?" The assistant had no choice but to ask knowingly.
"I was going to leave, but I fell asleep accidentally," the agent wrote lightly.
"Well," the assistant pretended not to see each other's eyes, "haven't you eaten? I brought porridge."
The manager took the insulation box handed by the assistant, the white porridge without any seasoning, and drank it from the throat to the stomach.
After a few sips, he stopped moving, staring straight at the porridge in the bowl.
"You don't know that I'm here, why did you bring breakfast?"
The assistant's mind was punctured, so he had to explain honestly, "I just thought, in case, in case..."
She said it twice and couldn't go on. She and he both knew that some things were as good as soap bubbles. Even if they didn't reach out and poke them, they would shatter as long as they were blown out.
The assistant found that the atmosphere was not good, and quickly changed the subject, "I sorted out the work summary for this year yesterday and put it on your desk."
As soon as she reminded her, the agent realized that it was approaching the end of the year. In previous years, at this time of year, various celebrations and awards activities continued, which was the busiest time of the year.
"Also, Hushuo radio station called and wanted to do a special issue of Feng Hao's memory, and asked if you could participate as a guest?"
The agent's thoughts were still stuck on the previous sentence. The assistant waited for a long time and didn't get a reply. When he looked at the person again, he was obviously in a state of wandering.
"Okay," the assistant understood. In his current state, even if he went, he could only be distracted frequently, "I'll push it away... Then what should I do?"
"What?" The agent took the envelope that she handed over. The familiar cover and the familiar logo made you know what was inside without looking at it.
"This year's invitation letter," the assistant replied briefly. Ling Lang was selected for the annual awards ceremony, the most grand ceremony in the film and television industry, almost every year.
This year, Ling Lang was also the most vocal inductee for the Best Actor Throne, but the assistant didn't know if she was lucky enough to see Ling Lang appear on the podium.
After seeing the invitation letter, the manager was obviously in a trance for a while, and it took him a while to regain his senses. Seeing that the assistant was hesitant, he obviously still 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 and 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 troublesome at work. 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 very nervous sometimes, but after being with him for so long, he never once blamed me."
"I've always been open-mouthed and leaked in front of the media, causing him to go to the hospital with food poisoning, and this time..."
She lowered her head, "If I hadn't carelessly lost the room key, the reporters wouldn't have broken in, wouldn't have filmed Feng Hao beating people, wouldn't have messed up the situation, and Feng Hao wouldn't have to be forced to go abroad... If he hadn't gone to the airport, he wouldn't have had a car accident, and Ling Lang wouldn't have to lie here..."
Her series of assumptions made the agent shake his head.
"How can there be 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 for Ling Lang is flawless, we can all see it."
The agent sighed, "Didn't you ever ask me, why do you manage Ling Lang so carefully, even interfering in her private life?"
The assistant nodded, "That's why I don't think you're an agent, always teasing you as..."
She didn't say the last inappropriate word, but the agent didn't refute it this time.
"You also asked me about Mr. Mo."
"But you've been keeping a close eye on it."
The agent looked up at the ceiling, "Actually, one of the contracts signed by Mr. Mo and Ling Lang is that they are not allowed to interact with anyone during the contract period."
The assistant is young, and the heart of gossip conquers everything. She exclaimed when she heard this, "How can there be such a contract? I always thought that you were strict with Ling Lang just to prevent scandals, can't you even date?"
"Yes, I don't know why Mr. Mo made such a condition. But for cannibalism and loyalty, I am the executor of this contract."
The assistant's mouth could not be closed for a long time.
The manager's gaze fell on Ling Lang, who was on the side, "So over the years, I have not only been his manager, but also his watcher, if anyone has any unreasonable thoughts about him, I will kill him immediately. "
The assistant was speechless in surprise, "How, how could this be?"
The agent lowered his eyes, "These days, I've been thinking about why Ling Lang is so obsessed with this relationship."
"Not to mention an artist, even an ordinary person, when encountering this kind of misfortune, at most is only depressed and sad, how could he choose such an extreme way."
"After thinking about it, it's because he has experienced too many vigorous feelings in the play, and the feelings in reality are completely blank, so that once he falls in, he falls too deep. Other than that, I can't think of any other reason."
The assistant was fascinated.
The manager's eyes also became dazed, "Think about it now, if I didn't look at him so strictly at first, and opened one eye and closed one eye, would he be like everyone else in the circle now, just like everyone else in the circle. Treat it as a play."
The assistant couldn't imagine Ling Lang like that.
She suddenly realized another question, "Then why didn't you stop Feng Hao in the first place?"
"The timing of his appearance is too coincidental. It happened to be when the contract between Ling Lang and Mr. Mo was terminated. I have no right to continue to interfere." He turned to look at the person on the bed, "This may be fate."
When the doctor arrived for a routine round of wards, the agent pitifully watched the other party come in, and then pitifully watched the other party go out, and chased him out.
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, and finally stopped at the head of Ling Lang's bed.
"I saw your agent shaking at the door of my ward yesterday, and I guessed that you are also here, brother," Wu Guanfeng said in an unpredictable voice, "I guessed right."
"Now that the outside world is looking for you, it's going to be a mess. The company is really tight-lipped this time." Wu Guanfeng bowed and stared straight at Ling Lang. "As a result, Senior Brother is secretly lying here. It's too cunning."
He stared at Ling Lang for a long time, but he didn't see any sign of awakening from the other party, so he believed that he really couldn't hear it.
Wu Guanfeng stood up lazily, leaning his hands 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 fans waiting at the hospital entrance, but this time, the door came There are only patients and their families who come and go, no reporters, let alone fans.
"Because the master is gone, I don't eat or drink myself, do you go on a hunger strike to follow the master's puppy..." He sounded like he was talking to himself, "Junior Brother Feng has already surprised me by sabotaging himself for you, I didn't expect that. Brother, you surprised me even more."
"When you were on the set, you were reluctant to even slap him. If he saw you like this today, I don't know how he would feel."
He took a step forward and looked down at Ling Lang condescendingly.
"I'm probably my brother's last friend in this world, isn't it a little touched?"
Wu Guanfeng was still, and Ling Lang was still lying there, the whole room seemed to freeze, only the droplets fell 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 shocked that he almost dropped the thing in his hand.
The doctor and manager arrived quickly after her panicked expression. The drip that had been inserted on the back of Ling Lang's hand had been removed, and the transparent liquid dripped down the ground.
"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 opened his mouth and said, "The drip is just nutrient solution, and it won't have too serious effects if you pull it out..."
"But the question is, who did this?" The agent asked everyone's biggest confusion. At that time, his heart moved, "Could it be that he woke up?"
The doctor opened his eyelids to check and shook his head, "It shouldn't be."
The agent and assistant look at me, I look at you, and each has a huge question mark.
The agent's cell phone rang at an untimely time, and he picked it up and listened, "What? How could this be?"
"What's wrong?" The assistant heard something wrong in his tone.
"Understood," the manager hung up the phone after hearing a few more words, his face gloomy, "Ling Lang's photo was anonymously posted 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 flood the door of the hospital, and the police had to be used to stop them, but the reporters stayed where they were, and no one was willing to leave.
The news of Ling Lang's death spread like wildfire, and the economic company could no longer cover it up. Even if it lied that Ling Lang was seriously ill, it would soon be exposed. The mysterious whistleblower described Ling Lang's situation with great precision. , and the reasons for the hunger strike are even more unexpected.
People previously only said 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 last conversation between Feng Hao and Ling Lang before his death was also exposed, and the truth became even more confusing.
However, the only thing that is no longer questioned is the relationship between the two. All rumors are self-defeating. The previous one-sided public opinion has undergone a major reversal in an instant. A well-known 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 be repeated.
He had no time to deal with the outside media. At this moment, nothing was more important than Ling Lang's life.
He dragged his tired body to the window. There seemed to be many more people gathered at the entrance of the hospital. In an open space that did not affect people's entry and exit, gifts were piled up.
Fans no longer held up banners banning Feng Hao, but replaced them with a photo of the two of them. This scene seems familiar.
"There are a lot more people today than yesterday, do you want to get up and take a look?" Having been by Ling Lang's side for so many years, the manager has long since acquired a good ability to talk to himself.
"The leaders of the hospital came to me yesterday and made serious criticisms of you. You have been sleeping like this, which has had a bad impact on the order of the hospital.
"I can't put down the gifts sent by 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 vaguely saw one or two white snowflakes falling from the sky.
He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, convinced that he was not mistaken, the first snow of the year had drifted down silently.
"Ling Lang, look, it's snowing..."
The sleeping person would not respond to him, but the phone rang at this time.
Looking at the caller's name, the agent was stunned for a long time before picking it up in a hurry. After holding it to his ear, he couldn't even say a word of hello.
"It's me." The long-lost strange voice came from the microphone again.
"Mo, Mr. Mo?" The agent had mixed feelings and was speechless for a while.
"I already know the matter," Mr. Mo said.
The agent lowered his head and looked at his toes, "...Sorry, I didn't take good care of him... I failed your expectations."
"No, it's been a long time for you," Mr. Mo said without any blame. "Now, please give him the phone."
The agent's response was a half beat, and only then did he realize that Mr. Mo was going to speak to Ling Lang.
The flame of hope quickly ignited in his heart, if there is one person in this world who can wake up Ling Lang, it can only be this person.
He hurriedly put the phone to Ling Lang's ear and whispered, "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.
Mr. Mo didn't know what to say in Ling Lang's ear, but every time the agent wanted to come, 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.