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

This "magic of love goes round and round" so monotonously transferred to the next day.

Wearing a costume, Hang Yang walked slowly in the film and television city, stopping from time to time to take a picture of the morning scene with his mobile phone, looking quite contented.Chen Xu followed him, stopped several times before he wanted to speak, and finally slapped his thigh: "Mr. Xiaohang! Do you really think that guy is messing with you?"

"I don't know," Hang Yang replied sincerely and simply. He half-raised his mobile phone and turned his head with a smile, "but it doesn't matter. You see, my brother doesn't feel ashamed, so why should I be ashamed? Since I am not ashamed, every day How comfortable it is to take a walk here and look at the scenery! Hey, look, doesn’t that cloud in the eastern sky look like a heart!”

Chen Xu: "..."

She no longer knew whether it was a kindness or a lack of understanding, so she waved her hands weakly: "Mr. Xiaohang, please take a walk slowly."

Thinking that there was nothing to do with him anyway, Chen Xu forced himself to straighten his mind and planned to go back to the hotel to sleep in the dark, but Hang Yang suddenly stopped in front of him.

"Xiao, Teacher Xiao Hang?" Chen Xu raised his head in doubt, and looked in the direction that Hang Yang's eyes pointed, and saw Director Liu Shaowu walking towards this side mixed with several people.

"Good morning, Director Liu!" Relying on the excellent qualities of a worker, Chen Xu immediately greeted Director Liu with a standard smile.

She also bumped Hang Yang slightly by the way, and reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Xiao Hang! Director Liu!"

But Hang Yang stayed in place motionless as if his whole body had been petrified, only his slightly trembling eyelashes could show that this scene was not a .jpg but a .gif.

Chen Xu was puzzled, and then he began to pay attention to the other people around Director Liu: the kid walking on his right, with a stinky face, and very similar to Mr. Xiaohang... This is not that one!It's called Gu, Gu Wang!The actor who played Xiao Yezhang!

She patted Hang Yang with a little excitement: "Mr. Xiao Hang, the actor who played your childhood is here!"

But there was a young man next to the child, who was very handsome. Chen Xu didn't know him, but he always felt familiar with this pair of eyebrows and eyes. Where, where did he see him...

Director Liu was walking over while smiling and waving, when a shadow suddenly appeared at the corner of the "palace wall" in front, and a tall and slender figure in a pure black costume walked out from behind the wall—it was Hang Xiutu.

The powerful and handsome facial features appeared in front of him, and Chen Xu suddenly remembered: that beautiful young man next to Director Liu...does he look a bit like Mr. Hang!

As the three groups of people got closer and closer, the four beautiful faces complemented each other, making Chen Xu's eyes straight. Although he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, his mind was completely dizzy.

Director Liu patted the pretty boy he was holding in his hand, and said in the kindest voice possible: "Xiao Wang, come on, say hello to my brothers, okay?"

But Gu Wang saw Hang Yang head-on, frowned, broke away from Director Liu's hand and ran behind another beautiful young man without saying a word, holding his sleeve tightly.

The young man nodded reluctantly to the people opposite him. It could be seen that he was not good at this kind of social situation, and every pore on his body was full of resistance: "Hello, Mr. Hang, and this one over here..."

Director Liu interrupted in real time: "This is Hang Yang. Hahaha, it's also a coincidence that he has the same surname as Teacher Hang. We usually call him Teacher Xiao Hang."

The young man took a deep look at Hang Yang. Chen Xu always felt that the eyes were a bit complicated, but he didn't say anything superfluous: "There is also Teacher Xiao Hang. I am Gu Wang's brother Gu Yuan. I haven't announced it for two days. Barely take the position of Xiaowang's agent."

"Gu Yuan," Hang Xiutu approached step by step. I don't know if it's because of the similar appearance. He rarely showed interest in a newcomer beyond politeness. "Brother Gu Wang?"

"Yes." Gu Yuan reached out and shook his hand.

"Hey, Gu Yuan and our teacher Xiao Hang were born in the same year!" Director Liu laughed, and he stepped forward and patted Hang Yang on the shoulder, "Isn't it a lot of fate! Come, let's get to know each other?"

But Hang Yang stood motionless like a solid sculpture, looking at Gu Yuan silently, even his eyes didn't change.

After waiting for a few more seconds, Hang Yang still didn't respond.The cold sweat on Chen Xu's forehead began to ooze out again, she pulled Hang Yang's sleeve carefully but forcefully: "Teacher Xiao Hang?"

Hang Yang seemed to have just come back to his senses, he looked at Gu Yuan blankly - the real youngest son of the Hang family, the real young master who was occupied by himself, his eyes were empty for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

He didn't interfere with the lives of the two protagonists in the original book, but his ending seemed to be pushed in front of him by pressing the accelerator button. Hang Yang didn't want to face it, and he didn't know how to face it, just like a fallen leaf that couldn't control his own destiny.

Is it because I insist on acting in "The Canopy"?Is it because I run counter to all the choices of the original owner?Or is it simply because he is a shameful sojourner?

It seems that there really is an unspeakable fate in the dark:

"Fuck-"

Hang Yang heard the sound of the gears of fate turning gently, and he stood quietly by the side, because he was powerless and had no choice but to remain indifferent.

So he nodded slightly, showing a really faint smile: "Mr. Gu, hello."

Hang Yang is a gentle man. After he finished speaking, there were few silences, but this time it was different. There was an embarrassing silence among several people.In the end, Director Liu coughed artificially: "What, it's getting late, let's not exchange pleasantries anymore, let's talk back! I'll take Xiao Wang to the set first. Hey, my phone keeps ringing. Let me tell you about it. Ah, it's probably Huang Shiren who is urging you again..."

Seeing the backs of the three leaving, Hang Xiutu turned to Hang Yang. For some reason, it was just a brief meeting—the same as the countless times before, but it gave him a sense of anxiety almost, and he didn't even think about it. He rushed up in two steps in three steps, and held Hang Yang's arm tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would catch him, and his voice was indescribably urgent: "Hang Yang!"

Hang Yang turned back: "brother."

He lowered his head, took a little effort to break away from Hang Xiutu's hand, and said softly, "Brother, there are many people here."

Hang Xiutu didn't speak anymore, he looked at the back of Hang Yang leaving in a hurry, on such a rare winter sunny day, in a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of wind and rain.

That night, Hang Xiutu had a dream.

The two similar faces of Hang Yang and Gu Wang were intertwined, overlapped, and then separated in the dream. Just when his mind was in a mess, a heavy rain suddenly fell in the dream, washing away the scattered images in his mind. Hang Xiutu's frowning brows slowly relaxed, his breathing became steady, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep.

... heavy rain, a heavy rain.

In the dream, I stared blankly at the rain in front of me. For some reason, my eyesight suddenly dropped a lot.Suddenly, an umbrella appeared above his head. He raised his head and saw Uncle Li whose temples were not yet grey.

Hang Xiutu wanted to ask Uncle Li why he suddenly became young, but he couldn't say anything, he could only look up at him blankly.

Uncle Li smiled and knelt down: "Second Young Master, let me take you to the hospital to see my brother."

younger brother……

By the way, on the day Hang Yang was born, it was raining so heavily.

The scene around him suddenly changed, and when Hang Xiutu looked up again, he was already in a pure white corridor - it was a hospital.

He stumbled into a room, and when he opened the door, the young mother was sitting on the hospital bed smiling at him.

That’s right, more than 20 years ago, the family’s situation was not as good as it is now. At that time, my father’s business was in crisis, and even my elder brother’s studies abroad were almost interrupted. Although my mother gave birth in the best local hospital, she couldn’t live in In the single VIP room, there was an aunt sitting next to the mother in the hospital bed. She was very beautiful. The child was born on the same day as her younger brother. She hugged the child and called him...

"Little wish."

The clinical aunt raised her head, revealing a beautiful and moving face, like a piece of soft cotton candy when she smiled, very much like Hang Yang.

Hang Xiutu felt that every cell in his brain was screaming, everything in front of him was instantly swallowed into darkness, and he had a splitting headache.

When he woke up, the pajamas on Hang Xiutu's body were soaked in sweat, and it was tightly attached to his muscles, making him uncomfortable.Hang Xiutu could hardly calm down his violent panting, he resisted a sudden dizziness, and slowly sat up from the bed, even the fingertips holding the phone were numb.

Hang Xiutu made a phone call half awake and half in a daze.

In the dead silence with only the sound of breathing, the phone was connected, and Lan Xinrong's roar came from the phone: "I hate you, Hang Xiutu! You see for yourself what time it is! 03:30 in the morning! Let me tell you If you're not in a hurry—"

Hang Xiutu interrupted him: "Help me check..."

He didn't finish speaking, but stopped suddenly.

"Hello? Hang Xiutu, what's wrong with your voice? Are you sick? Do you need me to go tomorrow?" Lan Xinrong's voice quickly slowed down.

But after a few seconds of silence, Hang Xiutu pressed his temples hard and rubbed: "No, no need. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, it's okay, go to sleep."

"Hey, you—"

Hang Xiutu hung up the phone without waiting for Lan Xinrong's reply.

He slowly increased his strength, and pressed his head tightly, his finger bones turned white: it was a dream, but was it just a dream?No, that is my own memory.

But will the brain fill in the blurred part without authorization because of too long time?

Eighty percent of it is the influence of the brothers during the day, yes, that's right.

Hang Xiutu got up and took a shower, and stuffed a few more melatonin pills. He stood in front of the mirror, wet

The next day, when Hang Xiutu reappeared on the set, his gestures and expressions were the same as usual.

But he always felt that his little brother was indescribably weird. After laughing or saying hello to others, he often showed a short but hard-to-disguise feeling of fatigue.

After all, after walking for two days in a row, it was normal to be exhausted, so Hang Xiutu couldn't say anything, he could only tell himself not to be overly influenced by that absurd dream.

The Gu family brothers came again, and the road guide said that this child is very talented, and he can catch up with the "parents" in the play without delaying, and repeatedly said that the crew picked up a treasure, but Hang Xiutu had no intention of listening.

He didn't even care about whether the two days of going around in circles was Lu Qiu's intention to punish himself and Hang Yang. When the road guide said, "Don't go around in circles, I will continue filming your rival scene with Hang Yang in the afternoon", Hang Xiutu just said lightly. "A cry.

Until someone in the crew chatted about their age.

"Teacher Gu looks really young, he's only in his early 20s!"

Gu Yuan is not very talkative, so he just said lightly: "There are still a few months until 21."

Hang Xiutu rushed up uncontrollably for a moment: "When is your birthday!"

He asked so impatiently that the irascible old brother Gu Yuan held back his voice, "You're insane", and when he looked up, he realized that this person was really something he couldn't afford, so he swallowed it back, reluctantly answering: "June 6."

June 6, the same day as Hang Yang.

Hang Xiutu stared at Gu Yuan, his eyes changed rapidly in an instant, he saw something falling, something collapsing.

"Mr. Hang, Hang?" Tang Yi approached tremblingly and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you? You, your eyes are a little scary now, and it's a little affecting other people around..."

Hang Xiutu's complexion changed quickly, and he buried all the turbulent waves under the calm appearance. He looked up and looked around, and smiled slightly: "Sorry, I didn't sleep well last night, and sometimes I can't get up emotionally."

After finishing speaking, Hang Xiutu turned around and left. He saw Hang Yang sitting on a stool with a backrest for a nap. The stool was wide, and Hang Yang sat on it with a small one, which couldn't even fit half of it.

The light hits his beautiful eyelashes, and a circle of silhouettes are formed under the eyes, well-behaved and delicate, as if the pain in the world cannot bear to get close to this beauty.

Hang Xiutu walked over and half squatted in front of his younger brother. His voice was very low, almost as loud as humming: "Sleep, don't worry, brother is here."

As if he heard it, Hang Yang relaxed his slightly frowned brows, and even his breathing became steady.

The previous scene was moved to night.

Only a few candlesticks were lighted sparsely in the Imperial Study Room, the wicks of the candles flickered, the door was gently pushed open, and regular "da, da" sounds entered the room.

Hang Yang coughed a few times suppressedly, he didn't salute, but leaned on crutches with difficulty and sat on the stool next to him.

This almost "procrastinating" action scene in ordinary TV dramas has no sound, but no one can look away: "Ye Zhang's end" shown by Hang Yang-weak but enthusiastic, like the final scene of fireworks in the air. for a moment.

"What will His Majesty do with me?" Hang Yang asked with a smile, not claiming to be a slave.

Hang Xiutu's expression changed slightly, but it was fleeting, like an illusion under the flickering lights: "Ling Chi."

"This way..." Hang Yang supported the agarwood crutches with both hands, and smiled softly, "Very good, very good."

"Power eunuch, evil sycophant, no matter what name the slave has, he is worthy of this way of death." Hang Yang coughed uncontrollably while laughing, strands of blood spilled from his lips and stained his black plain robe, looking It just got up wet.

"How many days does His Majesty plan to give the servant?"

"How many days do you want?"

Hang Yang stood up with a smile, and patted his robe tremblingly with his skinny hands: "It's too windy and snowy outside, and the slave doesn't want to run around anymore. I hope His Majesty will make it happen, just today."

He was so tired, obviously so young, but there was already a twilight look in his eyes - as if all the dust had settled and only loneliness remained.

Hang Yang turned his face away, and for a moment, there seemed to be everything in those eyes, but only resentment was missing.

Hang Xiutu was in a daze, he felt his throat was hard, and he couldn't say a word. He was influenced - by his young rookie brother.

Everything fell into silence, everything was silent, and the five senses and thoughts were stretched infinitely in the absolute "quietness".

After a few seconds, or tens of seconds, the emperor who was sitting behind the desk raised his head and said, "Okay."

"Card!"

The author has something to say:

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