After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

"Ah...ah?" Lu Qiu on the other end of the phone seemed like a goose that could only crow.

Hang Xiutu took a deep breath slowly, pressed his two fingers on the center of his eyebrows and rubbed: "Forget it, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Then Lu Qiu mercilessly hung up the phone amidst Lu Qiu's tongue-in-cheek "Wait, wait!".

The ward finally returned to silence.

Hang Yang was lying on the bed, his consciousness was still confused, but he always frowned tightly, and some broken sighs and desires leaked from his lips and teeth, probably because he had something that he couldn't put down in his heart, and he couldn't sleep well no matter what.

In the haze, Hang Yang felt that someone held his hand and gently pressed the pulp of the index finger. The seemingly invisible touch and temperature came along the fingertips, and Hang Yang suddenly felt an incredible sense of stability in his heart. , Like a boatman who has been drifting on the sea for a long time, he suddenly saw a small pier.

Accompanied by a little rustling... It seems to be the sound of pages turning, followed by a magnetic sound, so gentle and moving, a person walking in the desert slowly appeared in Hang Yang's bewildered mind travelling poet:

"Just that," said thefox." Tome, youare still nothingmorethanalittleboywhois justlikeahundredthousandotherlittleboys. AndIhavenoneedofyou. Andyou, onyourpart, havenoneedofme.

who is it?

Hang Yang subconsciously rubbed against the bed, he wanted to get closer to the owner of the voice.

Immediately, a very faint white galbanum brushed the tip of the nose, and disappeared instantly, the deep male voice rang in the ears, and one hand patted his back lightly, like coaxing a child to sleep: "Tome , you will be unique in all the world.[1]”

The lonely boat finally anchored at the pier—Hang Yang's heart suddenly settled down, his consciousness seemed to be wrapped in a ball of warm cotton, and he finally fell into a deep sleep.

It was a good sleep without dreams, so that the next morning, Hang Yang opened his eyelids and faced the handsome face of Hang Xiutu next to the bed, his whole body trembled, almost thinking that this was a dream.

Hang Xiutu grabbed the hand that was about to pinch his face, and put it down gently: "How do you feel, do you feel uncomfortable?"

His voice is so pleasant and distinctive, like a handful of good wine that has been cellared for many years, it has an intoxicating aroma as soon as he opens his mouth.

Hang Yang trembled again, the hazy impression of last night suddenly came up, his index finger trembled slightly, and his mind was "buzzed" for a while, Hang Yang quickly turned his face away, hardly daring to look directly into Hang Xiutu's eyes .

is it him?Is it really him?

The person who gently pressed his fingertips to comfort him, the person who whispered "Tome, you will be unique in all the world." in his ear... No, no, how is this possible, is he dreaming?

Hang Yang's mind was in a mess, and there was another sound in his ear, still low and pleasant: "Hang Yang?"

Hang Yang still didn't answer, just grabbed the quilt and pulled it up unconsciously.For a moment, there was only one thought left in his blank mind: it is true, those memories that are a bit hazy like dreams—— are true.

"I...I," Hang Yang turned his head a little dazedly, and smiled at Hang Xiutu, but he was a little stiff, "I'm fine, please trouble brother."

Hang Xiutu only gave a faint "um", took the thermos bucket on the bedside table, stared at Hang Yang's slightly bruised left hand back, and took it lightly: "Xiao Chen sent it in the morning, try it."

He is still thoughtful but indifferent, seems to be the same as Hang Yang's attitude when he just woke up from a vegetative state, and it seems that the little hazy warmth last night is more like a dream.

"Also," Hang Xiutu continued, "I called Lu Dao last night."

Hang Yang's still a little unclear mind instantly sobered up. Auditions, hopes, disappointments, disputes... All kinds of things he didn't want to face "boomed" on Hang Yang's slender shoulders, and the blood on his lips grew inch by inch Faded, trembling slightly: "Brother..."

"I told him that I agree with you playing Ye Zhang."

Hang Yang was stunned for a few seconds, then repeated the uncomplicated sentence several times in his mind, still couldn't believe it, and muttered again: "Brother, agree with me..."

He turned around, his hands began to shake unconsciously, and he couldn't control it at all: "Brother agree?"

I don't know if it's because the sunshine outside the window is so good today, Hang Xiutu's delicate and cold eyebrows seem to ooze warmth, he looks at Hang Yang: "Yeah."

Hang Yang didn't know where his strength and courage came from. He jumped up from the bed and put his arms around Hang Xiutu's neck. He obviously had no strength yet insisted on yelling in a hoarse voice over and over again: "Brother, brother..."

Like a meowing cat nestled softly on Hang Xiutu's shoulder.

Big drops of his tears rolled down, quickly soaking Hang Xiutu's neckline.

But miraculously, Hang Xiutu didn't push him away.But Hang Yang, the indifferent elder brother, was as usual, didn’t say a word of comfort and encouragement, just let Hang Yang lean on him silently, with one arm around his slender waist, helping him support his weak body, and the other Clasped Hang Yang's head with one hand and patted it lightly.

He doesn't speak, but his broad shoulders and subtle movements are enough to give people a sense of security.

"However," Hang Xiutu managed to make a sound, but opening his mouth was a turning point. He could clearly feel the soft body in his arms tense instantly, "You must postpone the time to enter the group..."

Hang Yang quickly supported Hang Xiutu's shoulders and straightened up, his eyes full of anxiety: "Brother, is my basic skill not solid enough? Don't worry, I will definitely spend all my time practicing well——"

The slender index finger was suddenly pressed against his lips, and Hang Yang was forced to shut his mouth. Hang Xiutu lowered his eyes and looked at him. His slightly raised slender eyelashes trembled slightly, as if filled with a colorful streamer.Hang Yang was in a daze, and all his attention was forced to focus on his brother's beautiful eyes like artwork.

"Quiet, don't worry," Hang Xiutu himself was like an elegant poem, "There are more important things, your body is too weak."

He gently held Hang Yang's wrist, the thin white wrist was as shiny as jade, but it was so slender that it seemed that it would break if he applied a little force: "I hired the former nutritionist again."

Hang Yang nodded ignorantly.

"I even hired a fitness trainer for you."

Hang Yang was taken aback: "Healthy?"

Hang Xiutu's voice is not loud, but every word is full of courage that cannot be refuted: "Today is Wednesday, next Monday will start, and we will start training after acting classes."

"Brother," the sports junkie who had lived in the house for more than 20 years in his previous life tremblingly raised his hand, he raised his eyes to look at Hang Xiutu, and his voice became smaller and smaller, with a bit of coquettishness that he didn't realize, "I, my role is the thin, sick and weak of……"

"In the script, Ye Zhang gets seriously ill when exposed to rain. Do you want to get sick too?"

Hang Xiutu's voice sank, and he dropped three words: "Don't be willful."

Hang Yang shuddered, and instantly faltered.It was only then that he realized that he was still holding Hang Xiutu's shoulders with both hands, and quickly put his paws back behind his back, his face became more and more red, and he nodded: "Well, listen to brother."

Hang Xiutu didn't speak any more, and the ward was quiet.

Only then did Hang Yang recover from the state of irrational excitement, and slowly remembered what he had done just now: he was hanging on Hang Xiutu's neck and rubbing around? !Still lying on other people's shoulders and crying? !

He buried his head lower and lower, his face was so red that it almost exploded, his hands tightly clutched the snow-white bed sheet and trembled slightly, wishing he could find a crack in the wall and sneak in on the spot.

Noticing his strangeness, Hang Xiutu frowned slightly: "Hang Yang, your body is not..."

At this moment, with a "squeak", the door of the ward opened suddenly, and Mrs. Hang stumbled in without any makeup on, and instantly rescued Hang Yang from the state of death.

Hang Yang raised his head and shouted loudly: “Mom!”

"Xiao Yang, Yang Yang, my Yang Yang..." Mrs. Hang hugged Hang Yang, calling all kinds of nicknames non-stop, her eyes were faintly red.

Uncle Li who followed behind was still trying to comfort him: "Ma'am, it's okay, it's really okay! The doctor said, let's take care of it..."

Hang Yang also quickly raised his head with a smile: "Mom, I'm fine, look how energetic I am."

"Your mouth is white, but you are still energetic." Mrs. Hang gave him a sideways glance, and she maintained her sternness for less than half a second before she softened again, "Your child, your body has been weak since you were young. , After finally growing up, I have improved a lot in the past few years, and I have a... alas."

When Mrs. Hang mentioned the past, Hang Yang felt guilty. He tugged Mrs. Hang's sleeve, and only knew to whisper over and over again: "Mom, I'm really fine, don't worry."

Uncle Li repeated the doctor's words several times, and his mouth was almost callused. Madam Hang was still worried, so she pulled Hang Yang up and down to look up and down several times, and finally let go of her breath.

She glanced at the silent second son, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and she instantly revealed a majestic spirit: "Xiutu."

"En." Hang Xiutu looked at her indifferently, and only responded with one word.

This pair of mother and son are really alike, and even their temperaments are in the same line. Every time the two big shots meet, the one who accidentally kills them is someone else.

Mrs. Hang got up, and took two steps towards him with a sullen face: "Did you argue yesterday?"

Hang Xiutu nodded: "Yes."

"You!" The air pressure around Mrs. Hang whized down, "Why did I tell you before——"

"Mom!" Hang Yang's body moved before his brain, and he staggered out of the bed.

"Xiao Yang?!" Mrs. Hang hurriedly turned around to support him.

"Second Young Master!" Uncle Li also hurried forward.

But Hang Yang didn't hesitate for half a second. He knelt down on the bed, stretched out his hand and grabbed Hang Xiutu's sleeve as if subconsciously, then turned his back and faced Mrs. Hang, as if he wanted to use his slender body to block Hang Xiutu from later.

Hang Xiutu twitched his brows lightly, didn't speak, and let Hang Yang lead him.

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[1] The original text of "The Little Prince", the first translation is: To me, you are just an ordinary boy, no different from thousands of other boys.I don't need you, and you don't need me either.To you, I am just an ordinary fox, just like thousands of other foxes...

Paragraph [-]: (But if you tame me,) you will be unique in the world to me