Waiting Upon You

The agent opened his sour eyes, why did he suddenly dream about things long ago, he had forgotten those past events, but in the dream, every bit was so clear.

He hoped that what happened in the past was also a dream. He could immediately call Ling Lang to announce it, and he was so angry that he didn't want to go angry. Unfortunately, such a scene can only exist in the dream now.

Since Feng Hao's eyes were injured, the agent felt that he was running to the hospital every day. He was more familiar with the structure of the hospital than his office, and even seriously considered the need to rent a long-term bed here.

When the agent arrived in the ward, he happened to collide with the attending doctor who had just come out. Hopeful doctors like the agent have seen too much, but as a doctor in the intensive care unit, many times, he has to see this light dimmed.

"Doctor, how is he today?"

"According to your description, the patient has not eaten for at least 120 hours in the past. The only good thing is that he has maintained normal drinking water, which is why he can live to this day."

"He does not exclude the drinking water we provide him, but if glucose is added to the water, his body will instinctively refuse, so we can only continue to support his life through infusion."

"That ..." said the agent, "That's not always the case."

The doctor looked at his anxious face, but he had no choice but to say, "Many people commit suicide by choosing to take medicine, cut their wrists, or jump off the building. This is a way to end their lives quickly, because even if these ways are painful, their duration is short. . "

"And a hunger strike is a great test of a person's perseverance. His choice of a hunger strike, even in a semi-comatose state, resists sugar intake, which shows that his determination to die is stronger than that of ordinary suicides."

The agent squeezed his mouth tightly, as if there was a piece of rust deep in his throat, "... so what?"

The doctor shook his head. "The patient has no sense of survival at all. This kind of non-physical cause, I'm sorry we can't do anything about it."

The agent leaned weakly against the door, and only a moment later he gathered the courage to push in. Ling Lang still maintained the attitude he had when he left last time, without moving, his expression was peaceful, as if he was just asleep.

The agent sat next to him, picked up the glass on the side, dipped it with a cotton swab, and smeared his lips a little.

Painted and painted, he suddenly felt sad and slammed the cup on the table.

"Do you **** think you are the loyal dog Hachiko? Feng Hao is dead and you're on a hunger strike? Can you survive if you die on a hunger strike?"

"Either you cry or you make trouble, even if you announce another indefinite death, and you'll get me burned, you can't even let your life go? Who's gone this year, who can't live the same, why not You can't live without him? "

"Is only Feng Hao so important to you? I have taken care of you for so many years, can I just sit here and watch you wait to die?"

The agent covered his eyes sadly, "You ask me whether you believe me or not, I say you believe that you have to be quiet, I say okay. Why do my **** believe you so much? Why don't my **** stare at you? Wang Ba egg!"

He walked cluelessly in the ward. "You haven't lied to me once in more than ten years. I trained you step-by-step from a fledgling actor to become a film emperor. I never expected that your most realistic acting skills would be It's on me. "

"Why am I so stupid. If I knew you would be this way, I would look at you day and night. What am I doing for Feng Hao's funeral? He is already a dead man, and you, originally, Living, what's the difference between a dead person now? "

He was tired of scolding, and fell down on the chair, muttering, "There are only a handful of entertainers I have ever taken, and I still remember the name, only you and Feng Hao."

"I consider myself not a good agent, but I have done my best. I did not expect that all the artists under me ended up like this."

His voice was getting lower and lower, and only he could hear it in the end, "I knew so, I might as well not sign the contract, but fortunately, I held you in my palms as my dear daughter, but you only left me one sentence thank you."

******

The days passed ruthlessly, everyone slowly adapted to the new life, the entertainment circle greedily learned new gossips all the time, and the number of mentions of outdated words that could not create news also decreased day by day.

As usual, the agent arrived at the hospital from the company. The first thing he did was wipe his face with water. He knew that Ling Lang was a very clean person, and even if he was in a coma, he would not allow his image to be embarrassed.

After wiping it clean, he began to help Ling Lang massage his muscles, and now he has done all these things with ease.

"If a person doesn't exercise, muscles will shrink. I won't press it for you. I'm afraid you won't even walk," he muttered in his mouth, raising Ling Lang's wrist with his left hand, Then the action froze.

His thumb had clearly touched his middle finger, Ling Lang was so thin that he could hold the wrist with one hand, the agent's nose was sour, and he quickly pressed down the feeling.

"The doctor said that you are now in a semi-coma. Your consciousness is sober, but your body is unwilling to wake up. It's okay, I'll wait," he said as he pressed, "Since you can hear, I'll tell you, you If you think I'm noisy, just shut me up. "

After moving his limbs, he sat down in a chair beside him and spread out the newspaper he bought on the road.

"You have n’t been fond of reading newspapers, but it ’s not bad for you to know the news of your peers. You do n’t mind if I read it to you. It ’s the same day in this circle. If you do n’t know about current affairs, you ’re really going to be eliminated."

The agent turned to one of the pages, cleared his throat, and thought. "Artist Wu Guanfeng returned for the first time after the explosion. The champagne tower collapsed unexpectedly at the welcome dinner, and his left foot was accidentally cut ... How can any bad luck happen to him? Run into? "

After putting down the newspaper, he thought about it, "No wonder I met a reporter at the door today and it turned out that he was also in the hospital. Seeing that he had come to visit you, I also went to visit him. You lie down, I Come back soon. "

The agent went to the reception desk of the inpatient department to find the number of Wu Guanfeng's bed, followed the number to find it.

Wu Guanfeng's ward can be regarded as a ward. It is a vegetable market. Before the agent arrives at the door, he hears the people inside making a loud noise.

"I'm also a regular customer here. If you don't give me a 20% discount on VIPs, why don't you even have a single room? Would you like me to crowd with idle people?"

"Sorry, there are a lot of patients in the inpatient department recently. All the single rooms are full. Your injury is not too serious. You can be discharged after one or two days of observation."

The agent frowned. Is it really okay to make such a loud noise in the hospital? He walked quietly to the door of the ward, where Wu Guanfeng, his agent, assistant, nurse, and even two reporters surrounded him, and the "free man" on the bed next door behaved as if these people did not exist at all Nothing left him to say anything.

The people inside were in a mess, and no one noticed his appearance. When the agent saw that a reporter was present, he gave up the idea of ​​entering the house. As soon as he took a step away, he heard someone asking him, "Angkor, I heard that Feng Hao's last call record was called to you by him?"

The name passed to the agent's ears, he stalled and stopped involuntarily.

"Yeah," Wu Guanfeng inside admitted frankly, "I hit it, but it was for someone else."

"Who help?"

"Do you still need to ask?" Wu Guanfeng shook him a look that you didn't know yet.

The reporter dragged his chair and moved forward. "So, what did the two of them say then?"

"How do I know that I heard my brother speak well, but you also know how quiet my brother is, nothing more than ah, ah."

"I know." The quiet man who hadn't spoken in the next bed suddenly spoke, startling everyone.

The reporter looked at him carefully and suddenly yelled, "You are the driver who happened in the last car accident!"

The agent's mind was stunned. He had met Feng Hao's driver after the car accident, but at that time he had a bandage on his head before glancing at it. He didn't recognize it.

"Oh ~" Wu Guanfeng turned his head and looked aside. "It turns out that you are the driver of Master Feng. You are all right in such a serious car accident, really a fighter in Xiaoqiang."

"So you were there when Feng Hao and Ling Lang were on the last phone call?" The female voice asked this time.

The driver did not answer, indicating that the default.

"What did they say? Was it noisy? Or ...?" The whole room focused on the driver, but the driver turned expressionlessly to Wu Guanfeng, who suddenly realized what was suddenly back Shrinked.

"Don't look at me, I don't have such a good memory."

The reporter quickly waved his hand. "Care, just care."

The driver turned his head back again, staring blankly forward, mechanically speaking as if he was saying the line, "Hey, what's the matter?"

Suddenly Wu Guanfeng answered, "It's me."

"why you?"

"Not me."

"Why did you call me with this stupid cellphone?"

Wu Guanfeng stared at him fiercely. "He borrowed it from me, and he is really a good guy."

The agent leaned a little against the wall of the hallway, and the conversation in the ward passed into his ears clearly.

"I'm worried about you. Am I starting heavy?"

"No, the doctor said that I was hungry and had nothing to do with you."

"You're fine."

"How about you?"

"I'm fine, just miss you, I want to see you."

"I am at the hospital."

"Too many people, I'm too handsome to get in."

"Ha ha."

"Where are you?" Wu Guanfeng asked this time.

"On the car."

"where are you going?"

"airport."

"Are you leaving?"

"I'll come back to you as soon as things are done, and wait for me to come back."

"I wait for you."

"When I get back, I will have a good relationship with my father-in-law."

The agent covered his mouth.

"Although I don't want to talk to you with a silly mobile phone," the driver's voice is still so mechanized, "I love you."

The entire ward was silent, and before people had time to feel the happiness contained in these three words, they were forced to spoil the tragedy's ending. If anyone knew that the ending was so sad, no one would choose to start from scratch.

It was a long time before Wu Guanfeng's voice sounded faintly.

"me too."