: Act 66-Awakening

The agent did not know what mood he was moving back to Linglang's ward step by step, his hands stayed on the doorknob and did not push open.
It took him longer and longer to open the fan, and he had to do a lot of psychological construction every time so that he would not get out of control when he saw people in the bed.
Ling Lang's peaceful and peaceful sleeping face appeared again in front of his eyes. His cheekbones were soaring, and his cheeks were clearly sunken.
The agent only felt a sore nose. Where did his beautiful Ling Lang go?
Where did the Ling Lang, who was still pure and out of place in the detention center, go?
Where is that Lang Lang who was arrogant and indifferent in the rumor, ignoring everything?
Under the focus of the flash, the pace calmly walked across the red carpet and became the focus of attention again and again. Ling Lang, who has harvested countless glories, still lay here alone, in such an extreme way to follow Someone who no longer exists.
When the assistant gently pushed in the door, he saw this scene.
Ling Lang was still asleep, and the winter morning sun hit his face through the glass window. The agent fell asleep beside his bed, his clothes were the same as yesterday.
A tightly frowning brow showed that he wasn't sleeping well, and the assistant's stomping motion woke him up.
"You're here," he rubbed his eyes, tears had evaporated, but salt seemed to remain there, and the dryness lingered.
"You haven't been back all night?" The assistant had nothing to say, and had to ask knowingly.
"It was meant to go, but it fell asleep accidentally," the agent wrote lightly.
"Well," the assistant pretended not to see each other's eyes. "Did you eat? I brought porridge."
The agent took the incubator from the assistant without any flavored white porridge and drank it from his throat to his stomach.
He took a few sips and did not move, staring straight at the porridge in the bowl.
"You don't know I'm here. Why would you bring breakfast?"
The assistant's mind was pierced, so I had to explain honestly, "I just want to, just in case if ..."
She said it twice before she couldn't go on. She and he both knew that in some cases, it was as good as soap bubbles. Even if they didn't reach out to poke, they would break if they were blown out.
The assistant found the atmosphere unpleasant, and quickly turned to the topic. "I sorted out this year's work summary yesterday and put it on your desk."
As she reminded, the talents of the broker realized that it was close to the year. At this time in previous years, various celebrations and awards activities continued, which was the busiest time of the year.
"Hushuo Radio called and wanted to do a special issue of Feng Hao and asked if you could join as a guest."
The agent's thoughts remained in the previous sentence. The assistant waited for a long time and did not see a reply. Looking at the person again, he was clearly in a state of wandering.
"Okay," the assistant understood. In his current state, even if he had gone, he could only be distracted frequently. "I'll push it off ... then what should I do?"
"What?" The agent took the envelope she handed over, the familiar cover, and the familiar logo. You didn't have to look to know what was inside.
"This year's invitation," the assistant replied briefly, and Ling Lang was selected almost every year at the annual awards ceremony.
This year, Ling Lang is also the most popular candidate for the throne of the film emperor, but the assistant did not know if she still had this blessing and saw Ling Lang appear on the podium.
After seeing the invitation letter, the agent apparently froze for a while, and then returned to God a while later. He saw his assistant sulking, apparently still having something to say.
"What happened to you?" He asked.
The assistant also found a place to sit down. "The manager found me yesterday and said that if Ling Lang was not awake, he would transfer me to another artist."
The agent thought about it and nodded, "That's fine, keep waiting, 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 it, the company can't assign me."
The assistant bit his lip for a while. "I'm young and inexperienced, and my work is flimsy. Which artist would like my assistant?"
"Everyone said that Ling Lang was the hardest artist to get along with, although he did make me nervous sometimes, but after so long with him, he never blamed me once."
"I always kept my mouth shut, and said leaks in front of the media, causing him to have been poisoned by food in the hospital, this time ..."
She lowered her head. "If I didn't carelessly drop the room card, the reporter wouldn't break into it, wouldn't take a picture of Feng Hao and beat people, and wouldn't mess up the situation. ... If he doesn't go to the airport, there will be no car accident, and Ling Lang won't have to lie here ... "
A series of assumptions made her agent shake her head.
"How can there be so many in this world, if I really should be held accountable, I'm afraid my fault is even greater."
The assistant was weird. "What's your fault? Your protection of Ling Lang is seamless, and we all see it."
The agent sighed, "Don't you ever ask me, why do you have so much control over Ling Lang and even interfere with your private life?"
The assistant nodded. "That's why you don't feel like an agent. You always laugh at you ..."
She did not say the last outdated word, but this time the agent did not refute.
"You also asked me about Mr. Mo."
"But you have been so secretive about it."
The agent looked up at the ceiling. "In fact, one of the contracts signed by Mr. Mo with Ling Lang was that he was not allowed to associate with anyone during the contract period."
The assistant was young and the gossip heart prevailed. She heard this exclaim, "Why is there such a contract? I have always thought that you are strict with Ling Lang just to prevent scandal, can't you even associate?"
"Yes, I don't know why Mr. Mo prescribes such a condition. But cannibalism, loyalty, I am the executor of this contract."
The assistant's mouth was slow to close.
The agent's eyes fell on Ling Lang aside. "So in these years, I am not only his agent, but also his watcher. Anyone who has a disagreement with him, I will kill the first time. "
The assistant was speechless in surprise, "how, how could this be?"
The agent lowered his eyes, "I have been thinking these days, why Ling Lang is so attached to this relationship."
"Mo said that he is an artist, even an ordinary person. When encountering such misfortunes, at most, it is just sad and depressed. How could he choose such an extreme way?"
"Thinking before and after thinking, it is because he has experienced too much violent feelings in the play, but the feelings in reality are completely blank, so that once they fall into it, they fall too deeply. In addition, I cannot think of other reasons."
The assistant listened to God.
The agent's eyes also became confused, "Now think about it, if I didn't look at him so severely, and opened one eye and closed one eye, would he now, like everyone else in the circle, treat his feelings only Think of it as fun. "
The assistant couldn't imagine Ling Lang like that.
She suddenly realized a question, "Why didn't you stop Feng Hao then?"
"The timing of his appearance was too coincident. When the contract between Ling Lang and Mr. Mo was terminated, I had no right to continue to interfere," he turned to look at the person on the bed. "This may be doomed."
The doctor went to the routine check-up, and the agent watched the other person's entrance pathetically, and watched the other party's way out, and chased him out.
The assistant cleaned up the room and took out 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 indifferently, and finally stopped at Ling Lang's bed.
"I saw your agent shake at the door of my ward yesterday, and I guessed that you are here, too," Wu Guanfeng said inexplicably. "I did not guess wrong."
"Now the outside world is looking for you. The company is really tight-lipped this time," Wu Guanfeng bowed, staring straight at Ling Lang. "As a result, my brother is lying here secretly, it's too cunning."
He stared at Ling Lang for a while, but he saw no signs of regaining consciousness, so he believed that he really couldn't hear.
Wu Guanfeng stood up lazily, leaning his hands against the wall. When he came to this ward last time, he could see a large number of fans waiting at the hospital door through the glass window.
This time, however, only patients and their families came and went at the door. No reporters and no fans were seen.
"Because the master is gone, he doesn't eat or drink, does the hunger strike follow his master's puppy ..." He said to himself, "Feng Shidi has surprised me for your self-destructive future, no I'm even more surprised when you think of Brother. "
"When you were on the set, you couldn't even let me slap him. If he saw your picture today, I don't know what to think."
He took a step forward, staring down at Ling Lang.
"I'm probably my brother in this world, the last conscience, right? A little touched?"
Wu Guanfeng was still, and Ling Lang was still lying there. The whole room seemed to be frozen, except that a little bit of gravity fell down drop by drop under the action of gravity.
"If this is the result that Brother wants," Wu Guanfeng's inorganic voice sounded in the ward for a long time. "I don't mind helping Brother for the last time."
The assistant returned to the room with the kettle in his hands, glanced inadvertently, and was almost shocked to drop the thing in his hand.
The doctor and agent quickly arrived with her panicked expression. The dots that had been inserted on the back of Ling Lang's hand had been pulled out, and the transparent liquid flowed to the ground.
"What's going on?" The agent asked incredulously.
"I, I just went to get some water," the assistant was no less surprised than him.
The doctor said, "The drip is just nutrient solution, and it won't have a serious impact if it is pulled out ..."
"But who did this?" The agent asked everyone's biggest confusion. At that moment, his heart moved. "Can he be awake?"
The doctor opened his eyelids for a check and shook his head. "It should not be."
The agent and assistant look at me and I look at you, each holding a huge question mark.
The agent's cell phone rang untimely, and he answered a few words, "What? How could this be?"
"What's wrong?" The assistant heard something wrong in his tone.
The agent listened to a few more words and hung up the phone. His face was somber. "Ling Lang's photo was posted anonymously on the Internet. Now the media probably already know that he is here."
His speculation was correct. It didn't take long before a large wave of media flowed in front of the hospital. They had to use police force to stop them, but the reporters remained firmly in place and no one was willing to leave.
The news of Ling Lang's dying spread, and economic companies could no longer hide it. Even if he lied that Ling Lang was seriously ill, he would be quickly dismantled. The mysterious news source described Ling Lang's condition as accurately as possible, but the two words of hunger strike were shocking And the reason for a hunger strike is even more unexpected.
People had previously said that the two had turned against each other, and Feng Hao died unexpectedly, and Ling Lang couldn't shut his door. Now Fang knows that things are not as simple as they think.
At the same time, Feng Hao's last conversation with Ling Lang was also exposed before he died, and the truth is even more confusing.
However, the only thing that is no longer questioned is the relationship between the two.
The agent no longer knows how many times he woke up by pressing his temples. These days, he and his assistant take turns guarding Ling Lang, fearing that the last incident will repeat itself.
He has no time to deal with the outside media. At this moment, nothing is more important than Ling Lang's life.
He dragged his tired body to the window, and there seemed to be more people gathered at the entrance of the hospital. On a vacant lot that did not affect people's entry and exit, there were piles of gifts.
Fans no longer held banners that blocked Feng Hao and replaced them with a group photo. Such a scene seemed to have met.
"There are a lot more people today than yesterday. Would you like to get up and look at it?" After so many years with Linglang, the agent has long mastered the ability to talk to himself.
"The gifts from the movie fans are almost out of reach. I have to find someone to take them away. It will be bad if it rains."
He looked up, gray, and faintly saw one or two white snowflakes falling from the air.
He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, convinced that he was not mistaken. The first snow of the year had drifted silently.
"Ling Lang, look, it's snowing ..."
The sleeping person would not respond to him, but the ringtone of the cell phone rang at this time.
Looking at the caller's name, the agent waited for a long time before picking it up. He lifted it to his ear and couldn't even speak a word for a long time.
"It's me." The long-lost strange voice came from the microphone again.
"Mo, Mr. Mo?" The agent mixed feelings, and for a while he was speechless.
"I already know things," Mr Mo said.
The agent lowered his head and looked at the toes. "... Sorry, I didn't take good care of him ... I lived up to your expectations."
"No, you have worked hard this time," Mr. Mo said without blame. "Now, please give him the phone."
The agent responded slowly for a while, and then realized that Mr. Mo was talking to Ling Lang.
The flame of hope ignited quickly in his heart. If there was another person in the world who could wake Ling Lang, it would only be him.
He hurriedly put his phone in Ling Lang's ear, and whispered, "Ling Lang, it's Mr. Mo's phone, it's Mr. Mo, you listen."
There was a faint voice from the other end of the phone, and Ling Lang's eyelashes fluttered slightly for half a minute, and the agent's eyes widened in disbelief.
Mr. Mo did not know what to say in Ling Lang's ear, but the agent always thought that it was the most magical spell in the world.
Because after the spell, the sleeping prince slowly opened his eyes, and a world awoke.
The author has something to say: Regarding the problem of repeated leave words, first of all, I'm sorry, it was caused by me after all; secondly, I have never actually written a leave note, it was requested by the editor, and I did n’t know it until recently One thing. Thank you very much, and I am sorry for her, and I am sorry for everyone, OTZ unlimited