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

Hang Xiutu didn't stay in City X for a long time. In order to avoid the flow of people, he flew back to City W at midnight on the third day, and Hang Yang went to the airport to see him off.

"Sleepy?" Hang Xiutu put his arms around Hang Yang's waist and helped him adjust his posture so that he could lean on his shoulders more comfortably, "It's almost the rainy season, and the plane might be delayed until midnight. "

He leaned his lips against Hang Yang's forehead, and whispered like a whisper: "You are already tired from filming, you shouldn't come see me off."

Hang Yang looked up and stared at him, if it wasn't for Hang Xiutu's illusion, the little face in front of him seemed a little... puffy?

"Why didn't you come to see me off when I left?" Hang Yang poked his chest with his fingers, "It wasn't midnight when I set off!"

Hang Xiutu was stunned for a moment before realizing it, and couldn't help but smile: "It happened almost a month ago, why do you still hold grudges?"

"You still say I hold grudges!"

Seeing that the fur on the kitten's body tended to explode again, this "cat" was beautiful and gentle in front of others, but became more arrogant in front of himself, Hang Xiutu quickly confessed: "Didn't I tell you in advance? That morning I have something to do. And..."

He paused for a moment and rubbed the top of Hang Yang's head: "Two people go, one person goes back, parting is always a sad thing, I'm not as strong as Xiao Yang."

It wasn't until the flight took off that Hang Yang left the airport with some regret. It was almost five o'clock in the morning, and he didn't need to sleep when he went back. He simply wasn't in a hurry, and walked slowly along the sidewalk after exiting the airport expressway.

Suddenly, he felt a noise in the bushes beside the road—is there no wind?Is someone following him? !

Hang Yang was confused from beginning to end in his previous life, and he has not yet published a complete work in this life, which really can't trigger a spectacular phenomenon of crowds watching. Therefore, although he is in the entertainment industry, he lacks the consciousness of being a star, especially now that the weather is hot. I'm even more used to hanging around outside in light clothes.

Hang Yang hurriedly took out the mask and put it on, pushed aside the grass on the side of the road and hurried in, and shouted in a low voice: "Who?"

Maybe because he knew he couldn't hide anymore, a figure suddenly jumped out from the bushes, which frightened Hang Yang, and he took two steps back subconsciously before he settled down: This is... a girl?

Even though he was wearing a mask, he could still tell from the guilty and flustered expression: "Yuan, Li?"

Yuan Li nervously peeped around for a few times before sighing softly: "Teacher Xiaohang, please keep your voice down!"

"It's okay, there are few people in the early morning." Hang Yang gentlemanly helped her pick off a few leaves on her body.

Yuan Li whispered: "I don't dare to be so big with you..."

After the barely natural opening, the two stared and stared at each other for a few seconds, and Hang Yang coughed lightly, trying not to break the deadlock so deliberately: "Does Teacher Yuan have any arrangements? Or, go back together?"

Yuan Li nodded stiffly: "No, no, let's go."

The two walked back to the hotel in silence. After a long while, Hang Yang spoke first: "Uh, Teacher Yuan, this is—"

Yuan Li interrupted him directly, speaking as fast as pouring beans in a bamboo tube. It seemed that he had "pressed the question right", and recited the draft he had just typed out: "I have insomnia, and I am walking around. There are few good people on the side road, so I turned here if I didn’t pay attention.”

"Well," Hang Yang nodded, he thought for a while and added, "Mr. Yuan should pay more attention in the future, and try not to go out alone when there are few people in the sky. It's also good to tell the assistant."

He paused for two seconds, but didn't hear an echo. He thought Yuan Li didn't listen, so he couldn't help emphasizing it again: "Teacher Yuan, this is quite important..."

Hang Yang turned his head, who knew that he was facing Shang Yuanli's eyes - she was looking at herself.

"You're always like this," Yuan Li quietly lowered her eyes, and repeated softly, "You're always like this, that's why I..."

"Teacher Yuan?" Her voice became smaller and smaller, and Hang Yang couldn't hear clearly.

"It's okay." Yuan Li suddenly raised her head, her eyebrows and eyes outside the mask were raised, but for some reason, she always felt that she was smiling a little sadly, "Actually, I'm here to find you."

Hang Yang was taken aback.

"I heard them say Mr. Hang's flight tonight, so I guess you're going to see him off, lying on the window and playing with your phone. If you don't pay attention, the night will be over soon," she turned her head away as if nothing had happened, avoiding Hang Yang "Then I thought, why don't I just come here and take a walk."

"And then, I ran into you."

The two fell into a long silence at the same time.

"Mr. Xiaohang," Yuan Li put her hands behind her back, raised her head, and her tone became a little inappropriately cheerful, "Others say that I am lucky, and I have gone smoothly so far. Indeed, I am grateful for everything I have now. Brother Lan and Sister Lou are very happy. I'm fine, but, in fact, it's not as smooth as they think."

She lowered her voice, paused for a moment, and said: "I was almost raped|raped by a rich second generation as soon as I debuted."

"Yuan..." Hang Yang wanted to speak subconsciously, but he choked on all the words.

"So I didn't like you at first." Yuan Li lowered her head and clenched her fists slightly. "You, you, I hate your class. Maybe one day I can be like I insist, without relying on flesh and blood, and not going Doing that kind of power-sex transaction, just relying on one series of works to become popular, but I will always reject the so-called "upper class" in my mentality, and I will never become a similar person to that beast."

"Teacher Yuan, I might—"

"Hang Yang," Yuan Li interrupted him softly, "You are different. I have found it incredible since the first time I saw you. You are like a piece of glass."

She raised her hand, as if she wanted to "hold" the warm yellow light of a street lamp: "No matter from which angle the light shines, it will pass through with a 'swoosh'."

"I just thought, how well you are protected, there is no impurity in your eyes."

Protect?

Hang Yang still had the pain of being run over by a car in his last life, but he didn't refute. At least he could be a good listener on this unmanned road.

"I'm so envious of you. You have all the qualities I've longed for. The more I get along with you, the more I find it incredible." Her voice was light, but she refused to meet Hang Yang's eyes. An unreal miracle, which I always thought you were."

"There's no such thing, Mr. Yuan, I'm not the same as Meng Jian, I'm just a person full of flaws." Hang Yang laughed.

Yuan Li shook her head, bit her lower lip and remained silent for a while.

Suddenly, she said to the moon: "The moonlight is good."

Hang Yang: "well."

"I want to see it from your window."

I have always wanted to look at the moon from your window, this side of the room can be seen more clearly than that - from Eileen Chang's "Love in a Fallen City", at least in this work, this legendary female writer gave the troubled times Two duckweeds in love have one destination.

In "Meng Xia", it was also a quiet night. At that time, the physical condition of the male protagonist Meng Jian was not optimistic. The female protagonist Xia Shu picked up "Love in a Fallen City" and put it on his lap, resting her head gently In the book, he smiled and said this sentence to him.

Meng Jian replied, "It's an honor."

So the two teenagers confirmed their love in such a poetic and obscure way.

But Hang Yang was not Meng Jian, he just smiled and looked at Yuan Li, as if he didn't hear it, but also seemed puzzled, and remained silent for a long time.

Her momentary impulse will melt into the summer wind along the night, and no one will know.

After a long while, Yuan Li's eyes dimmed slightly. She raised her head, with water stains in her eyes, and said softly, "Mr. Xiao Hang, you are really a very good person."

Hang Yang said with a smile: "That's Teacher Yuan looking at me with a gentle filter, because Teacher Yuan himself is the best person."

Yuan Li chuckled lightly and said nothing.

The two walked the rest of the way quietly like this, until the tall building of the hotel came into view, Yuan Li suddenly spoke out, with an unnaturally high pitch: "It's alright, alright, go back and take a nap! Filming tomorrow is good." !"

She slapped Hang Yang on the back with a slap, Hang Yang's thin body couldn't withstand it, and he almost staggered: "My sister also pointed to this work to become famous! Dominate this generation of Xiaohua!"

"Mr. Yuan, you are so honest." Hang Yang rubbed his back and sighed.

Only then did the atmosphere between the two really lighten up. Just before Hang Yang was about to leave, Yuan Li suddenly called out to him: "Are we friends?"

"Of course." Hang Yang said in a firm tone.

"Will you still be in touch after the filming is over?"

"As long as Teacher Yuan doesn't bother you."

Yuan Li laughed, she wiped the corners of her eyes, then opened her arms and waved vigorously: "Goodbye."

In the quiet early morning, everything seemed to be returning to tranquility.

But who would have thought?Outside the quiet and warm campus theater, there can be a show of praying mantis catching cicada and oriole behind——

This time, neither of them noticed. Not far from them, a strange-looking person poked his head out quietly.

Seeing that the two broke up and went home, this person pushed down his black peaked cap, ran to the side of the road in a hurry, and opened the chat box with Hang Xiutu.

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How much more tomorrow

It is said that Mr. Xiao Hang's two hard-working works are coming to an end. After suffering so much, it is time to harvest!