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

"Good good good good! It's so fucking good!" Lu Gui applauded wildly while applauding, like a human-shaped noise maker, making people's eardrums buzz and tremble.

Facts have proved that in the face of extreme joy, artistic accomplishment and humanistic attainments are meaningless, and no matter who you are, you will turn into a monkey who can only jump up and down.

But the two people in the study remained silent for a long time, not only Hang Yang, but even Hang Xiutu seemed to be affected this time.

The two assistants passed through the crowd, walked up to the two of them, and patted each other carefully: "Teacher, teacher? It's over here."

Hang Yang didn't say a word, turned his head to look at Chen Xu, and nodded lightly.

Hang Xiutu rubbed his temples with one hand, and when he looked up again, his eyes had returned to calm: "Sorry, let's go."

For Hang Yang, the nearly four-month filming cycle is running out, there are only a few scenes left, and there are still some parts that need to be re-shot or re-shot-for him, the filming of "The Canopy" is almost over.

That night, Hang Yang had just finished washing and was about to go to bed when there was a knock on the door.

"It's me," Hang Xiutu's voice sounded, "Are you asleep?"

Hang Yang didn't answer quickly, his slender white hand brushed the door frame lightly, trembling slightly, paused for a few seconds, and then whispered: "No."

This seems to be the first time that Hang Xiutu entered Hang Yang's room. The rooms in the hotel are similar in size and decoration, and they are cleaned every day, so there is no style or atmosphere.

"Brother, can you tell me anything?" Hang Yang asked softly.

Hang Xiutu paused for a moment before speaking: "You, according to the shooting schedule, you can go home next Saturday."

Hang Yang nodded: "well."

"At that time, I will contact Uncle Li in advance to pick you up."

"Ah."

"..."

"Brother, is there anything else?"

Hang Xiutu was overwhelmed with thoughts, and was speechless for a moment: "..."

After a period of silence, maybe only a few seconds, or maybe as long as a few minutes, Hang Yang gently took Hang Xiutu's sleeve: "Brother."

He clenched his hands tighter and tighter: "Brother, I, I may not be in a very good mood today, and I always feel flustered, can you, can you..."

"Go to sleep," Hang Xiutu "took off" Hang Yang's hand from his sleeve, put it in his palm and held it, "I'll accompany you."

The moonlight is very good tonight, and a piece of clear light shines in through the thin curtains. It is a suitable day for lovesickness.

Hang Xiutu held Hang Yang's hand, didn't speak, just sat quietly by the bed.

"Brother." Hang Yang said, his voice was sweet.Probably because he often laughs, he usually only thinks it is sweet, but listening to it in the dark today, he suddenly feels that it may be more "clear".

"They said that you will be filming in the south next week. The filming locations are grasslands and deserts. Be careful and remember to call your parents. They actually miss you very much."

"Okay," Hang Xiutu's palms were sweating for no reason, and he patted Hang Yang's head, "Why did you suddenly come to teach me like a little adult."

Hang Yang didn't speak, he let go of Hang Xiutu's hand, turned over, and after a while, there was no movement, as if he was asleep.

Today's moonlight is just right enough to see the silhouette of people dimly, but it can also quietly hide the secrets stained with tears in the darkness, and quietly whitewash the last peace with wordlessness.

A mess of distracting thoughts entangled in Hang Xiutu's heart:

[No, there is no one who is suspicious because of a dream]

[Some things are just a coincidence]

[This is not a TV series, how could there be such a dramatic reality]

……

But there seems to be an idea that has always existed:

[Try it and prove your wild ideas wrong with facts]

His slightly trembling fingertips lightly pressed on Hang Yang's pillow, picking up a few broken hairs, but at the same time, Hang Yang suddenly turned over as if aware of it, and held down his brother's hand.

Hang Xiutu was startled, but his face was still calm: "Haven't you slept yet?"

"Brother," Hang Yang asked in a low voice suddenly, "if, I mean if, one day I leave, will you miss me?"

Hang Xiutu paused with his fingertips, he couldn't see his expression clearly in the darkness, he could only hear the voice - like the surface of a windless sea: "What are you talking about during the Chinese New Year?"

The room fell into a long silence again, Hang Yang lightly opened Hang Xiutu's hand, turned around again, buried himself deep in the bed, and did not make a sound.

Hang Xiutu sat in a dark room for a long time, until his concept of time was almost blurred, and he slowly got up.

Hang Yang waited until the door made a "click" to close, and then his small body slowly began to tremble, and the amplitude became larger and larger, and finally he let out an uncontrollable sob in an extremely suppressed way. His hands and feet were cold, and he never felt the coldness of winter. It was as cold as today.

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

"Ah."

——This was obviously just a conversation two days ago.

Today, the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, is the last day of reunion of thousands of families. Later, when dawn breaks and the morning breeze blows through thousands of households, people will pack up and return to work, but they still have a year to look forward to.

But for me, there may not be a time when the cherry blossoms will bloom again, and there may not be a coming year.

Ye Zhang was not delayed.

That night, there was a strong wind and snow, and black and white intertwined in front of his eyes. He walked in the heavy snow with a handful of broken bones.

"Pa—" the cane broke.

Ye Zhang heard something falling to the ground, and it took him a while to realize: he fell into the snow.

How could the courtiers and eunuchs who wanted Ling Chi die here?According to He Gan's method, [-]% of them would take a death-row prisoner who was similar in body and shape to him to be beaten on the execution ground.

Alas, he made an extra sin before he died.

It's just that in this life, the blood-stained debts have been piled up one after another, and it has long been unclear.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhang slowly twitched the corners of his stiff mouth. When he closed his eyes, he seemed to see someone rushing over, but it was like a phantom that melted into the wind and snow.

--half year later--

In a thatched hut in the countryside, Ye Zhang sat under an elm tree in the yard with a cattail fan, leisurely basking in the scattered light from the cracks.His figure is still thin, like a thin piece "sticking" on the rattan chair, but his face has already gained some popularity.

The yard door was open, and a few dirty bastards were yelling loudly in the small yard of his house. Ye Zhang was not annoyed, but just watched quietly on the rocking chair with a teacup in his hand, with a smile on his face, and the people passing by Suffering seems to have disappeared, and it seems that it never happened.

A carriage stopped behind a banyan tree in front of the yard, a slender hand lifted the curtain lightly, revealing a pair of majestic eyes.

After a while, He Gan put down the curtain: "Let's go."

The coachman froze for a moment: "My lord, didn't you come to visit an old friend?"

The wind blew through the treetops, setting off layer after layer of green waves, and a very faint sigh melted into the early summer wind:

"I'm ashamed, I dare not see you."

I didn't know when I was young, under the eaves in front of the hall, I met you at the beginning;

But this year, the light is over, and I will bid farewell to Junyong in front of the hut.

-The end-

On the day when Hang Yang finished filming, he held a bouquet of flowers and took photos with the crew, but he didn't see Hang Xiutu.

In the evening, the cake ordered by the crew was already on the table, but Hang Xiutu still hadn't come back.

"Xiao Hang," Director Liu rubbed his nose a little embarrassedly, "Hang Xiutu received a call early in the morning, he was faster than a rabbit, and he said on the spot that he had something to ask for leave. I... should ask him in advance. Where did you go?"

Lu Qiu yin and yang next to him took the words strangely: "Hey, what did I say? He, Hang Xiutu, was temporarily absent and didn't discuss with the crew about asking for leave without reason. What are you doing here?! Let me tell you, if I have a black heart, I will Tell this to the marketing account, and then 800 black drafts will be enough for this kid to drink a pot—hey!"

Director Liu gave Lu Qiu a kick in the hollow of his knee, and whispered in his ear, "Let's do some good deeds, my director Lu is in front of my brother."

Hang Yang had no intention of understanding the commotion here, and when the two old treasures in front of him calmed down, he said with a perfunctory smile: "It's okay, Mr. Hang probably has something urgent."

Hang Xiutu is indeed in a hurry - the results of the DNA kinship test came out today.

Hang Xiutu's mind went blank, and he suddenly felt that this short medical appraisal was so laborious.

A stack of black and white letters was placed in front of him, and he could only see the last five words.

— [Not related]

The doctor and nurse seemed to be saying something beside him, but he couldn't hear clearly. When he came back to his senses, he had already walked out of the department door. A little nurse next to him desperately grabbed his sleeve and shouted as loudly as possible. : "Teacher Hang! There are so many people in the hospital!"

Hang Xiutu smiled at her. This was probably the crudest and most routine performance in his life: "Thank you for reminding me."

He returned to the department, put on a mask and scarf, and drove aimlessly around the city.

It wasn't until nightfall that Hang Xiutu remembered in a trance: Today, Hang Yang is wrapping up.

He parked the car on the side of the road and dialed Hang Yang's phone. With the sound of "beep", Hang Xiutu was rarely nervous.

Fortunately, the answer over there was quick: "Hello, brother."

Hang Yang's voice was calm, and he couldn't hear any blame for Hang Xiutu's absence today.

Only the dazed Hang Xiutu fell into a moment of silence on the phone.

"You... have gone back?"

"Ah."

"Is mom home?"

"Yes." The voice on the phone was a little vague and rough, but it was still as cute as in memory.

"I'm sorry," Hang Xiutu didn't know what was wrong with him, and suddenly said over and over again, "I'm sorry, Hang Yang, I'm really sorry."

"..." Hang Yang paused for a moment, "Brother, it's just finishing."

Indeed, it was just that he was absent from the wrap-up banquet.Hang Xiutu looked at the word "brother" on the phone screen, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Brother." Hang Yang's voice sounded on the other end of the phone. His voice was very calm, and Hang Xiutu suddenly couldn't remember when he acted like a baby with him last time.

"When I was filming in the desert, I grabbed a handful of sand and gave it to me when I came back. I will forgive my brother." At the end, the younger brother said, "We will see you at the green banquet."

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Happy New Years Day babies!