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

Hang Sui didn't speak immediately, but looked at the two older sons with ice-like eyes.Although he was silent, Hang Yang could almost feel himself being burned by the anger around him.

After a few seconds of silence, Hang Yang stood up tremblingly: "Dad."

The moment Hang Sui's majestic eyes cast over, Hang Yang "hissed" and took a breath, but he quickly covered it up. Hang Yang put his hands under the dining table and clenched his hands into fists, trying not to show fear to face his father. TV: "Dad, I think the same way as big brother. Besides, I am self-willed, I want to be an actor no matter what, and I asked my brother to sign me to the studio..."

"Bang!" Hang Sui slapped the table again, and the tableware rang together: "It's wrong, it's all wrong! My Hang Sui's sons are all vying to be actors!"

Facing his father's anger this time, Hang Yang's mind went blank for a moment. In his short life of more than 20 years, he has never seen such a scary person getting angry. Even the eldest brother who was stable just now was silent. Sitting back on the stool, there was no more movement.

In the silent restaurant, there was a slight sound of tableware colliding around Hang Yang. He turned his head with a little trembling, and saw Hang Xiutu calmly filled a bowl of soup, and met Hang Yang with calm eyes: "Do you want it?"

"Brother, brother..." Hang Yang couldn't even speak fluently in this suffocating atmosphere, and watched Hang Xiutu pick up his own bowl, and scooped up two spoonfuls for himself like a normal person.

The restaurant was very, very quiet, only Hang Xiutu's extremely light swallowing sound could be heard.

While Hang Yang looked at the steaming bowl of soup in front of him, he felt dizzy in his eyes and tight in his throat, unable to swallow a drop.

After finishing the soup, Hang Xiutu gracefully put down the tableware, wiped his mouth, and stood up under everyone's gaze: "I'm done eating, leave the table first, everyone take your time."

Hang Yang's right eyelid twitched slightly.

Sure enough, Hang Sui's angry voice sounded: "Hang Xiutu! Do you still have any education!"

Finally, Hang Xiutu had a reaction this time, Hang Yang looked at the tall and straight figure and stopped, turned around, the light from the chandelier in the restaurant happened to hit the sculpted side face perfectly, so that it made people speechless for a moment.

"Dad, do you respect my career and Hang Yang's? Do you respect my ideas and my thoughts? Do you respect my personality?" It's not as aggressive as just venting, but it makes people want to listen, "I think 'respect is mutual' is common sense that even children know, I don't understand what position you have to bring up the hat of 'education' Come and accuse me."

After Hang Xiutu finished speaking smoothly and calmly, he immediately turned around and left, leaving the four of them silent at the dining table.

There was a faint bulge on the forehead of Hang Sui, and he was so angry that he said for a long time: "It's really upside down..."

Who knew there was another "bang!" next to her, this time Mrs. Hang went straight up, her almond eyes widened: "Who is rebellious? I think you are rebellious! What do you say about your son? Huh? With you like that Insulting your own son? You're still an 'actor', I think you are an antique passed down from the last century! Tell you that Boss Hang really thinks of himself as the overlord in the TV series?"

"Yu Ran!..."

Seeing that the flames of war had shifted between his parents, Hang Yang carefully moved the stool to the side of his eldest brother, and then asked in a low voice: "Brother, can I escape?"

Hang Xiuyuan paused, then nodded: "Go ahead, brother."

There are almost tears in Hang Yang's eyes: big brother!my superman!

With a kick of his calf, he jumped off the stool lightly, and ran out of the living room like a nimble cat.

Hang Yang remembered the direction where Hang Xiutu disappeared just now. He walked towards the back door on the first floor, confirmed that the rooms here were all empty, and then gently pushed open the back door.

A gust of cold wind rushed in, and Hang Yang, who was so cold that he was defenseless, shivered. He pulled down his sleeves, folded his two small arms in front of his chest, and walked a few steps in the back garden: "Brother, elder brother?"

Accompanied by a soft sigh, Hang Yang just wanted to turn his head when he was wrapped tightly in a warm coat on the spot: "Why did you follow me again?"

"Brother!" Hang Yang struggled to take off his clothes, "You only have a sweater left, it's cold!"

It's a pity that the strength of this resistance was not enough in Hang Xiutu's eyes, and he was easily suppressed: "It's not cold."

Hang Yang's whole cub was wrapped in a coat one size bigger than him, like a little hamster buried in a mound of dirt, with only half of his head exposed.

The back garden in winter is really depressed. Although many evergreen plants are planted, there is still a sense of emptiness and loneliness.

Hang Xiutu took a few steps forward, and pressed one hand on the trunk of a cherry blossom tree in the center of the hospital. He raised his head and looked at its bare branches: "I planted this tree when I was young. When I grow up, it also grows up." Growing up, I have a deep affection for it. The backyard of our family was small back then, and there were not so many gardeners to take care of it like now, so this tree was planted in the middle of the yard.”

Hang Yang quickly followed, and stood next to Hang Xiutu as a quiet audience.

"Mom and dad are nostalgic, and you know that life at home has always been simple. Even when the business grows, they haven't moved. They just lived in that small villa for many years." Hang Xiutu paused, "My parents didn't move here until something happened to you. .”

"I thought this tree would be gone." Hang Xiutu patted the trunk lightly, as if looking at an old man, "Who knew they were transplanted here, but the garden is too big, this tree The cherry tree is no longer suitable to be placed in the middle, it is not expensive enough, nor tall enough."

"But it's still in the middle." Hang Yang took a step forward and gently held Hang Xiutu's arm, "Brother."

"Well," Hang Xiutu pressed Hang Yang's cold hand, his eyes still didn't move away from the bare branch, and he didn't know where to look, "but I have seen it bloom for many years, and I have …I haven’t been home outside of the Chinese New Year for many years.”

"Brother, let's go inside," Hang Yang said along the way, "it's too cold outside."

"it is good."

When the two entered the house, the battle between the Hang family couple was in the intermission stage. Seeing Hang Xiutu wearing a sweater and entering the living room from the outside, Mrs. Hang left her sulking husband on the spot, rushed over and grabbed him. His two cold hands: "Hang Xiutu! What are you doing! After a fight with your father, you go out to blow the cold wind? You are not naive!"

Hang Sui sat on the sofa with a dark face, his eyes always wanted to glance this way, but he didn't want to come over to ask questions openly, so he just knew how to play with the TV remote control in his hand.

"Mom, I—"

"What are you!" Mrs. Hang shouted towards the kitchen, "Sister Zhang, a bowl of ginger soup!"

"Let's go, let's go," Mrs. Hang first put the coat she took from Hang Yang on Hang Xiutu, and then quickly pushed him to the side of the stairs, "Go back and change to a thicker one!"

Hang Xiutu was also pushed by his mother. He had just stepped on the steps with one foot when he hesitated for a moment and stopped suddenly.

He looked back at his father sitting on the sofa: "Dad."

Hang Xiutu rarely took the initiative to call "Dad", but Hang Sui didn't realize it for a moment. He first took a look at Hang Xiuyuan who was sitting across from him to make sure that he heard it right, then he frowned and raised his head: "Huh?"

"I should have said something at the airport, long time no see, welcome home."

Hang Xiutu dropped these words, leaving behind his father with a confused face, and walked back to the room steadily.

Hang Xiuyuan didn't understand the direction of the plot, so he could only look at his father sitting across from him in horror, and found that his tense expression finally relaxed slowly. It seemed that there was no change in his expression, but one hand was always on the lower half of his face in a serious manner. caress.

He, he... Wouldn't this be happy?

Only then did Hang Xiuyuan taste it belatedly: He is just happy!

Hang Sui finally noticed the elder son's gaze, and lowered his eyebrows: "What are you laughing at?"

Hang Xiuyuan quickly put away his smile: "It's nothing, it's nothing, it's just that this TV show is very interesting..."

The hero and heroine are crying at each other on TV, and one is crying more miserable than the other.

Hang Xiuyuan: "..."

Hang Yang beside him tried his best to hold back his smile, blinked at Mrs. Hang, ran up the stairs cheerfully, and knocked on his second brother's door very skillfully.

"Brother," Hang Yang jumped in mysteriously with a smile, "Dad is shy, do you know?"

Hang Xiutu was sitting on the soft chair behind the desk, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he waved to Hang Yang: "Come here."

Hang Yang couldn't tell he was in a good mood, and ran over in a few steps, supporting the armrest of Hang Xiutu's seat with both arms: "Brother."

Hang Xiutu rubbed the top of his head: "We're going back to filming on the fourth day of junior high school, and we'll only be at home for four or five days. After that, we won't see you at least for a month or two, so spend more time with them."

“Well.” Hang Yang nodded.

Probably because he is too good at cheering, Hang Yang had a very lively Spring Festival:

He sometimes sat in his father's room to watch him write calligraphy, and offered just the right cheers and applause at the right time. Hang Yang found that the old man was really awkward. In the end, but in a sense, it is very easy to coax; sometimes I will be pulled over by my elder brother, listening to him babbling about the happiness of some technical geeks. "That's right, sometimes Hang Yang really wants to remind him: Brother, do you know why you don't have a girlfriend in the decathlon?

But Hang Yang still likes the time when he just finished lunch at noon every day.

Hang Xiutu would still sit in the teahouse by the window and read a book—exactly the same as a few months ago.

Time seemed to pass by in a flash. It seemed that many things had happened, but it seemed to be in a trance for a moment.

Hang Yang was lying on the sofa in the living room. He seemed to be watching TV on the surface, but in fact he carefully peeked at his brother. He looked so beautiful sitting there quietly. It seemed that time would quietly slow down when passing by, revealing a silent voice. Smile.

Soon, the fourth day arrived.

Hang Xiutu and Hang Yang were the first to leave home, and the whole family went out to see them off.Although Hang Sui said "troublesome" and "hypocritical", but when his two sons were about to go out, he still walked to the door without saying a word, just stared at Mrs. Hang and Hang Xiuyuan and gave instructions in a long-winded manner.

The two walked to the car parked in the yard. Hang Xiutu opened the door, hesitated for a moment, and raised his head: "Dad, let's go."

Hang Sui's majestic face was still stern, and he didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

Just before Hang Xiutu was about to close the car door.

"Xiutu, take good care of your brother," Hang Sui coughed, "You too."

Then, without waiting for Hang Xiutu to reply, he turned his head and walked home, closing the door behind him with a "slap".

Mrs. Hang looked at the closed door of her house, pressed her forehead with one hand, and shook gently: "Your father is really... I often think that if it weren't for the influence of his genes, you should be smarter."

Hang Yang was lying on the window of the co-driver with his eyebrows bent, and when he heard this sentence, he laughed out loud.

"Okay," Hang Xiuyuan bowed to his two younger brothers, "Let's go, let's stay outside a little longer, the old man is afraid he will die of embarrassment inside."

The short but beautiful Spring Festival has passed.

The car was driving steadily on the road, Hang Yang looked at the sparse pedestrians outside the window, and suddenly said: "Brother, next year we won't be in the New Year to accept the show, shall we?"

Hang Xiutu: "Yes."

"Brother, when the cherry blossoms bloom, let's go home and have a look."

"Ah."

"Brother, I forgot to tell you something." Hang Yang suddenly turned his head and glanced at Hang Xiutu who was sitting in the driver's seat, and then quickly swung back like a thief. He coughed, but he didn't know that he was nervous what.

He whispered, "Happy New Year."

The author has something to say:

If this chapter is two days late, it will be posted on New Year's Eve

Then I wish you all a happy new year in advance~

A little bit about the family atmosphere of the Hang family, the reason why Hang's father has a particularly bad attitude towards Erhang is mainly because he raised this son as an heir, so he especially hates iron for being weak

His mentality is often: I want to scold when I see this guy—I regret it when I scold—I can’t show my regret, I hold back—why is he so unbecoming of discipline, I want to scold even more—I regret it after scolding— —……

Such a cycle (cover face)