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

The corner of Hang Xiutu's mouth slowly lifted up. He looked at Hang Yang, his eyes were full of silent tenderness, as if covered with a layer of soft moonlight. Hang Yang looked over from this angle, and suddenly felt that his eyes were higher than The moon hanging outside the window is "similar to the same purpose", and the smile on the mouth is unconsciously becoming more and more obvious. The two brothers just looked at each other in silence for a while.

Suddenly, Hang Xiutu stretched out his hand, Hang Yang reflexively retreated to dodge, but his brother's slender hand firmly chased after him, and pinned the scattered hair behind Hang Yang's temples behind his ears.

"After this encounter," Hang Xiutu finally said, "it can be regarded as a complete drama."

Hang Yang blushed, and lowered his head a little embarrassed, probably because he was too guilty, and his voice was as glutinous as a glutinous rice cake: "I, I... Brother, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Hang Xiutu chuckled, "In front of Lin Huai that night, didn't you sound like a warrior who was about to die? I was moved by what you said, so what's wrong with you now?"

Hang Yang's face flushed instantly, and he could almost see the steam rising from his head, and he got up suddenly and wanted to cover Hang Xiutu's mouth: "Brother!"

Fortunately, Hang Xiutu had sharp eyes and quick hands, and grabbed his slender wrist: "It's still under injection, be careful."

Seeing that Hang Yang looked away aggrieved and wronged, his voice softened: "Okay, okay, it's my brother's fault."

"But I still have to say some clichés." Hang Xiutu spoke neither too fast nor too slow, making people inexplicably reminded of a stream on a mountain stream. He was clearly preaching but not boring. Good thing, strong empathy is indeed a rare talent. But you must also act quickly."

He lightly pressed Hang Yang's chin, turned the child's face away from the other side, and met his four eyes: "I am your relative, and I want to think about your future, your body and mind, and I can't let you I'm following you."

Hang Yang dodged his eyes and lowered his beautiful eyelashes gently: "But, I, I'm sorry brother, I might..."

Hang Xiutu raised his eyebrows slightly: "I went to see Teacher Wen two days ago."

Hang Yang suddenly opened his eyes wide, and looked at Hang Xiutu in surprise: "Brother!"

two days ago:

In Teacher Wen's own small courtyard, a dusty Audi stopped at the door, Hang Xiutu got off the dusty car, and nodded to Wen Yuan who was on the recliner in the yard: "Teacher Wen, I'm so sorry. "

Wen Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and pointed to the small wooden chair opposite him: "Sit."

Hang Xiutu keenly noticed that there were three chairs around the small stone table in front of him: "Have you made an appointment yet?"

"Well," Wen Yuan nodded vaguely, "I called for you, I'll be right there."

Hang Xiutu was about to ask, but was interrupted by Wen Yuan: "Aren't you on the set? Are you here on vacation?"

Hang Xiutu shook his head: "I'm sorry that the crew worked a little overtime in the morning, so they finished filming a few scenes during the day ahead of schedule."

"As expected of you, Hang Xiutu," Teacher Wen shook his head emotionally, "The staff of your crew must love you to death."

"About Hang Yang's situation," Hang Xiutu didn't bother to talk to him, and cut directly to the topic, "I told you on the phone before, I—"

"Hey," Wen Yuan interrupted him, leaned his upper body forward, refilled the tea for himself, "wait a moment."

Hang Xiutu just felt baffled, he waited for a while, and when he was a little impatient, the sound of an engine sounded not far from the small courtyard - a car stopped at the gate of the courtyard from far to near.

A young man with a handsome face got out of the car and strode into the courtyard.

"Teacher Wen," the man spoke first, turning his face to Hang Xiutu, "This is Mr. Hang Xiutu, right? I often see it on TV."

The man's clothes can even be described as "exquisite", wearing a pair of glasses, which cover the sharpness of his eyes just right, and always speak with a smile, giving people a "just right" comfort.

"My name is Muduiyan," the man continued to introduce himself with a smile, "I didn't expect Mr. Wen to say that the person I would introduce is you. Nice to meet you."

Hang Xiutu held his outstretched hand: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

He turned to Wen Yuan, just as he was about to ask a question, Wen Yuan finally got up from the stool: "This Mr. Mu, a well-known psychological counselor, I took a lot of effort to invite him over."

Hang Xiutu frowned slowly, but his good upbringing still allowed him to restrain himself from saying anything rude, and only said more tactfully: "Mr. Wen, if you invite a third party over, such as a psychological counselor, please Let me know in advance."

"I was afraid that I told you that you wouldn't come," Wen Yuan said softly, "Besides, I wasn't sure if Teacher Mu would be able to come."

Muduiyan only watched the conversation between the two with a smile on the side, and did not participate in it.

"..." Hang Xiutu is not used to losing his composure in front of others. It is meaningless to blame or entangle for things that are done, let alone Wen Yuan, so he quickly recovered his expression and turned to Muduiyan, "Then Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Mu, I will pay the full amount of the consulting fee after the end."

"It's just a chat at a friend's house," Muduiyan smiled and waved his hands, "You're welcome."

Everyone here is a sensible person, and Hang Xiutu no longer made excuses, just nodded his thanks, and then said 0: "It's about my brother Hang Yang——"

Muduiyan's face suddenly changed slightly, he did something quite unprofessional for a psychological counselor, and interrupted Hang Xiutu on the spot: "You mean your biological brother?"

"Yes." Hang Xiutu didn't know what he meant, so he nodded truthfully.

The psychological counselor's expression was a little indescribably urgent: "The two of you grew up together?"

This kind of trivial inquiry has crossed the line a little bit, Hang Xiutu's face darkened a little, but he still nodded politely: "Yes."

"...Sorry," Muduiyan rubbed his temples with one hand, and when he raised his head again, he regained his impeccable elite appearance, "I'm really sorry, you continue."

Hang Xiutu briefly told the two about Hang Yang's recent situation.

"Oh," Wen Yuan leaned on the recliner and sighed leisurely, "I knew that there was nothing good to happen under that grandson of Luqiu, he would do anything for the filming effect, if you say he didn't deliberately guide me I don't believe it."

Hang Xiutu frowned and didn't say much.

"Mr. Hang, since you came to discuss with Mr. Wen, it seems that this little Mr. Hang's level of immersion in acting... is rare even among actors, isn't it?" Muduiyan adjusted his glasses.

"Yes." Hang Xiutu and Wen Yuan replied at the same time.

Hang Xiutu glanced at Wen Yuan, and stretched out his hand to signal him to speak first.

Wen Yuan took another sip of tea: "It's far more difficult to play a play than to play a play. Listening to what Hang Xiutu said about the current situation, it seems that this child has already started to continue the character and emotions of this character in real life for a long time."

Hang Xiutu nodded, his expression was still calm, but his fingers kept rubbing the rim of the teacup in front of him unconsciously: "Obviously."

"Transitional immersion..." Muduiyan thought for a while, "The two narrations reminded me of an analogy that may not be so accurate, such as the addictive nature of games and novels."

"Freud's theory of personality structure is composed of three parts: id, ego and superego. As the earliest and most primitive part of personality, id is all the psychological deposits fixed in the body when people are born. The irrational and unconscious vitality, internal drive, instinct, impulse, desire and other psychological abilities of people who are suppressed and repelled for a while[1].”

"In human terms," ​​Muduiyan paused for a moment, "based on the 'principle of pleasure' that people subconsciously pursue, does this Mr. Xiao Hang subconsciously escape from real life? and a sense of security?"

"Besides, this is his job. The guilt associated with 'addiction' will be greatly weakened. He can completely convince himself that he is naturally immersed in it."

"Wait, wait!" Wen Yuan interrupted first, "Well, Mr. Mu, you may not know their family's situation very well. If Hang Yang is unhappy, he will pile up hundred-yuan bills and burn them to play with his parents. What will he say. He is rich and loved by his parents. I really can’t think of anything unsatisfactory about him. The subconscious escape from real life you mentioned is really..."

Even though it was completely denied, Muduiyan was not at all ashamed. He just smiled and said generously: "I am just proposing a slightly possible reason based on experience. The possibility of inaccuracy is very high. It's just a chat with friends. , Teacher Wen, don't blame me."

"Hey, look at what you said, how could-"

The two people here were going back and forth to make some polite remarks, but Hang Xiutu suddenly interrupted: "Mr. Mu, if it's the reason you just mentioned, do you have any suggestions?"

Muduiyan raised the corners of his eyebrows in surprise, and instantly restored his previous perfect smile: "It's simple and simple, if your brother is a cruise ship sailing on the sea, then let him realize home, or real life, It is his eternal anchor, and it will definitely play a role in relieving it to a great extent."

"For example, strengthening the connection and dependence between relatives."

Hang Xiutu was silent for a while, then stood up suddenly: "Mr. Mu, can I leave your contact information?"

"Oh, of course," Muduiyan adjusted his glasses again, "It's a great honor."

He and Hang Xiutu exchanged phone calls, and told him to bring Hang Yang over to chat with him if necessary.The three of them had a brief chat, and finally Hang Xiutu, who still had a night scene to shoot at night, drove away first.

"Sorry," Wen Yuan looked at Muduiyan, "I didn't mean to save face on you just now, you know me..."

"It's okay, it's okay," Muduiyan seemed to think for a while before remembering what he was referring to, and waved his hand with a smile, "You are too polite, I have met too many patients and family members of all kinds, yes I yelled and called me a charlatan."

Wen Yuan stroked the gray stubble, looked in the direction where Hang Xiutu's car disappeared, and said with a little emotion: "He has worried about this younger brother a lot. I heard that Hang Yang had a car accident before, and his parents and elder brothers couldn't stay in the country for a long time. , it was all taken care of by Hang Xiutu."

But the strange thing is that Muduiyan seems to be more interested in other things than the film king's family affairs. If you don't look closely, it may be difficult to find that his whole body is a little tense: "You mean... a car accident?"

"En." Teacher Wen replied vaguely.

"What about the time?" Muduiyan actually continued to ask.

Wen Yuan was stunned for a moment, and thought carefully for a while: "I also...are you interested in this?"

Muduiyan paused for a moment, and retracted his slightly forward body without leaving any traces. He smiled, and he didn't know if it was because of the glasses, but there was no smile in his eyes: "I just think that this little Hang It’s really not easy for the teacher to go through so many things at such a young age.”

"That's right, you haven't seen that child, it's very painful." Wen Yuan didn't notice the slight strangeness of the woodpile smoke at all, and only stared at the back of Hang Xiutu and sighed, "I hope he will be well in the future, No disaster, no trouble."

On the way back, Hang Xiutu thought over and over what Muduiyan said just now.At first glance, this analysis is very unsuitable for Hang Yang. A young master from a wealthy family and loved by his parents, the biggest hardship in his life is a car accident. Besides, it may be... his failed first love?

But he often feels that there is an indescribable sense of disobedience in Hang Yang: for example, sometimes his expression will be very lonely, even sparse, as if there is some unspeakable story hidden.

At this time, in the ward where there was no one else, both of them took a short break from the busy filming.

Hang Xiutu's fingertips lightly passed over Hang Yang's eyebrows, it was a little itchy, but Hang Yang didn't hide.

Hang Xiutu paused, and looked over with his insightful eyes, with a vague sense of oppression, but his voice was still gentle: "Yang Yang, what do you have that you haven't had time to tell me before? "

"Boom!"

Hang Yang heard his heartbeat suddenly increased. His legs hidden under the quilt tensed instantly, and then slowly loosened. He looked at Hang Xiutu without blinking, and almost mobilized all his control as an actor , Chonghang Xiutu smiled without haze: "Brother, what are you talking about? Are you looking for my private money for my parents?"

Hang Xiutu didn't speak immediately, but stared at Hang Yang's obsidian-like clear eyes for a few more seconds.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Hang Yang felt that his perception of time had become extremely blurred. He looked at Hang Xiutu with a smile, but at the same time he was crazily worried that his sudden heartbeat would be caught by the other party.

at last!

Hang Xiutu suddenly withdrew his gaze gently, and he held up Hang Yang's trembling left hand: "It's too cold, let Uncle Li bring you a hot water bottle tomorrow."

Did he notice something different?still none?

Hang Yang only lowered his eyelashes and whispered "um", but his heart was turned upside down, and he began to feel dizzy again.

Hang Xiutu lowered his head and fiddled with Hang Yang's hand. He put the slender white hand slightly flat, and then gently held it up. His slender five fingers were squeezed into the gap, and the palms of the two were tightly clasped together. Hang Yang The cold palm was instantly warmed, and he could almost feel the pulse of the two beating through the skin.

Hang Yang was stunned suddenly, he looked at Hang Xiutu, and for a moment, all distracting thoughts were eliminated from his mind.

"Brother is here, brother has always been here." Hang Xiutu said in a flat tone.

Hang Yang lowered his head, tears filled his eyes uncontrollably, he bit his lower lip tightly, and it took a long time to squeeze out an "um" without vibrato.

Outside the window, there seemed to be scattered particles under the dim street lamps.

—Oh, it’s snowing.

This is Hang Yang's first winter here, and also his first season with Hang Xiutu.

Let us walk into spring together.

Hang Yang looked at Hang Xiutu with a smile, he didn't say a word, but his eyes said so.

"Chuxue," following his gaze, Hang Xiutu also moved his gaze out of the window, "New Year is coming soon."

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