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

The beginning of the seventh episode was pitch black. Suddenly, there was a soft "cha", and a small flame was ignited. The profile of He Qianyinglang was reflected in the fire. He was slowly lighting the red candle in front of him with a torch .

There were hurried footsteps outside, and before the servant could open the door, he was stopped outside the door.

In the dim imperial study room, another person's voice sounded, soft and sweet, but obviously out of breath, as if he was about to recite it all at once: "Your Majesty, let's ask someone to come in and light some more lights."

He Gan was noncommittal, he turned around slowly, looked at Ye Zhang who was living on a wooden crutch: "I have something to do for you."

His voice softened: "The Fang family is disrespectful, kill them all, and clean up."

Ye Zhang didn't answer immediately, and the imperial study room in the dark night fell into a long silence.

After a long while, accompanied by an extremely suppressed sigh, he finally said: "Your Majesty, I have killed too many people. I once deeply hated Emperor Fei for killing my people, hating him for slaughtering Zhongliang for the sake of fame and power... Now the great revenge has been paid. , I have also become the butcher knife that slashed at my parents back then."

He paused, and there was a hint of a smile in his voice: "I'm a ghost crawling back from hell after all, no matter how much I struggle, it's still a shady joke."

Ye Zhang raised his head, his thin body was like a green bamboo standing tall and straight in the frost and dew. He looked at He Gan with a smile that was about to be relieved: "But this is probably the last time."

Without waiting for an answer, he turned around immediately, and tapped the wooden crutch on the ground lightly, making a "duk-duk" sound.

He Gan looked at his back, neither denied nor stopped him.

The Fang family of the famous family was foolish and loyal to the first dynasty. Fang Hongzhen wrote poems several times to scold the new dynasty, pointing the finger at the present. There was a lot of discussion between the ruling and opposition parties, and public opinion was boiling.

A few days later, Ye Zhang, a sycophant, "presumptuously" speculated about the Sacred Heart, and in order to fight for the holy favor, he killed the entire Fang family. The methods were so vicious and cruel that the whole court was shocked.

The Holy One was "furious" and ordered Ling Chi to be tortured to reassure the people.

But the night before the execution, an unremarkable carriage left the imperial city in the dark.

The old horse was not fast, and walked slowly on the small road. The groom who was driving was afraid that the distinguished guests in the carriage would be anxious, so he slapped the horse's buttocks with a whip.

"No rush," said a cold spring-like voice from the car, "go slowly."

When the first ray of dawn shines on the earth, a pair of slender hands raised the curtain of the car, revealing that beautiful but pale face—it is the powerful official who is about to be sent to the execution ground for execution, Ye Zhang.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the rising sun, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

——It has been more than ten years since he entered the palace when he was a child and buried half of his life in that eerie hell that eats people without spitting out their bones.

The most admirable thing about "Zhihua Gai" is its intense rhythm, but at the end of the last episode, it returns to an almost leisurely flatness.

The director used a semi-poetic narrative technique to explain the ending of the two. In a thatched hut in the countryside, Ye Zhang was sitting under an elm tree in the yard with a cattail fan and basking in the sun. He was still weak and pale, but his body was full of " The "ghost air" has faded, and finally has a soft taste.

In the half-open courtyard door, a few dirty bastards were yelling loudly in the small courtyard of his house, but Ye Zhang was not annoyed, he just smiled and watched quietly on the rocking chair with a teacup in his hand.

The picture is peaceful and peaceful, but the bgm is not brisk. On the contrary, it takes the timbre of the flute as the main body and contains implicit sadness.

The suffering of the past seems to have disappeared, but the old man is still there, so how can we forget it?

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."

-The end-

The abuse of "Zhi Hua Gai" is completely different from that of "Meng Xia". The latter can make people cry freely, but the former makes people feel stuffy, want to cry but can't cry, want to forget but can't forget - popular In other words, the stamina is even worse.

And He Gan and Ye Zhang are even more so for the CP, making people cry, laugh, wish and love.

CP fans are heartbroken: The sense of fate that these two people entangle is like a coquettish poppy flower, tempting people to sink, but if you really want to smash it, it will really make your mouth full of blood, and you have to force the knife with tears in your mouth Swallowing down, I don't know which one is worse, the audience or the protagonist.

[I was the first to know that Shuanghuo's CP can be so cruel (slapping the table with tears)]

[I used to think that be's ultimate life-and-death gap, but now it seems that I was naive. You really have a hand as a screenwriter! (smile.jpg)]

[When I saw the end, I wanted to send the two of them away together, ahhhhhh destroy it! ]

[I would like to ask, how does a 58-episode drama make every conversation between these two people abusive? ! !How did you do it? ? ? ]

[I can't even eat now, and I can't even cry. It's the first time in my fucking life that I realize what is physiological. It's really uncomfortable]

[What does it mean that life is better than death?What!damn it!Call!Life is better than death! ]

[I beg you to die in the ending, I'm numb]

[To be honest, this pair has too much stamina, I feel that I will never be able to knock down another Xipi in my life (smile goodbye.jpg)]

[What did I do wrong and God punished me to watch "The Canopy"? ]

From the day of the finale, the audience's extreme sorrow and grievances are almost "overflowing" from the Internet, and sometimes holding the mobile phone can feel a thick black air bubbling out——

#《执华盖》Is the screenwriter's heart made of stone?#

#Seek the screenwriter address of "Zhi Hua Gai" My family has quite a lot of blades#

There are also hot searches for confrontation:

#What should I do if I want to cry when I see Hang Yang’s face#

#What should I do if I want to fight when I see Hang Xiutu's face#

With the advent of Meng Jian and Ye Zhang, two lacrimal gland killers, many people even suffer from Hang Yang ptsd. The simple symptom is that when they see Hang Yang's face, or even the word "Hang Yang", they will blurt out. Shaking and wanting to cry, what's more serious, even the heart will twitch and feel uncomfortable.A series of strange topics have even been derived from this——

#Hangyang Human World Crying Machine#

#Hangyang Heart Disease Human Type Therapeutic Apparatus#

At the same time, "Zhi Hua Gai" has attracted a large number of fellow creators with its majestic era background, interlocking plot design, and extremely charming protagonists. Due to the wider audience, this wave of second-creation boom Far more popular and wider than "Meng Xia", scissors, writers... Countless fairy wives have appeared together, dedicating a large number of influential "treasures of the town circle".

For example, the famous second-cut video-"He is the debt of my life and the only remaining humanity", no matter how people clicked in, they all had to cry out, and no one was spared.

Fortunately, "the sharper the drama, the sweeter it is outside", countless fans of the drama couldn't stand the blood-sealed blade, and turned to the gentle embrace of the real person Xipi, relying on the sweet and cloying two-person interview video to continue their lives so far. The team of real cp fans also grew stronger.

Coincidentally, Hang Yang, one of the real deities, has nothing to do. He surfs the Internet at home. Apart from reading hot searches and comments, he can't hold back his curiosity.

As soon as he clicked in, he was greeted by a large picture that had been carefully photoshopped—in the picture, he was lying in the arms of Hang Xiutu in armor, wearing a blue-gray robe, and the two "looked at each other affectionately"

The accompanying text is also very awkward: those hidden thoughts that have never been spoken are all love engraved in the bone marrow

Hang Yang "hissed—" gasped, and retreated reflexively.

Ahhh so weird!

He rolled silently on the bed, then turned on the phone tremblingly:

Weird but... want to take another look!

Unexpectedly, when I clicked in this time, I couldn't find the Weibo just now.

Hang Yang couldn't restrain his curiosity, so he could only slide down gently with his slightly trembling thumb, and all kinds of strange things rushed into his sight——

Normally, there are screenshots from the play, and screenshots from the two-person interview;

A little too much, put the two people in the same frame, with ambiguous words like "You are my spring breeze";

What's more... The corners of Hang Yang's eyes twitched, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably

——How could someone draw a picture of astringency!And even turned over several times, why is it me who is naked every time!Why does Hang Xiutu always support himself!

What's more terrible is that each of these fan pictures is getting more and more popular, and the replies in the comment area are getting more and more enthusiastic

[Ah ah ah what a good dence! ]

[Hungry, big, rice! ]

[Modama!Don’t take pity on me, this delicate flower (Nosebleed.jpg)]

[Ahem, I think there is still a little too much fabric on Yang Yang’s body (serious)]

Hang Yang silently put the phone upside down on the table, covering his face with trembling right hand.

Ahhh, what is the little girl thinking now!

Hang Yang felt that half of his clear mind had collapsed, and the remaining half was shivering in the cold wind: How could he still look directly at those enthusiastic fans? !It's quite normal to look at each of them under my Weibo, why do I turn my head and think about it...

He was still in a daze when he suddenly heard Uncle Li's voice outside the door: "Young master, lunch is ready!"

Hang Yang staggered to the door while answering. When he opened the door, he had a perfect eye contact with Hang Xiutu who had just come out of the room and was about to go downstairs.

Hang Yang: "..."

Hang Xiutu paused, strode over, held Hang Yang's shoulder with one hand, and stroked his side cheek with the other hand, it should be to test his body temperature: "Why is your face so red?"

Hang Yang: "!"

A picture he saw just now suddenly popped up in his mind: a slender index finger gently twirled on his naked | exposed | collarbone, and the thumb of his right hand touched his plump | wet | moist lips rub back...

Hang Yang jumped back eight feet away with a "chuckle", his voice was suddenly unspeakably high-pitched, and it was inexplicably broken: "No, no, nothing, it's okay! Maybe because I was too sleepy just now, I went to squat for a while, hahaha! "

Hang Xiutu's eyes darkened slightly, and he tapped his fingers on the solid wood pole next to him, but in the end he didn't say much, just said "Come and eat", and went downstairs first.

Hang Yang took another breath in his heart: he was most afraid of Hang Xiutu's eyes, it seemed that all lies and disguises had nowhere to hide, and all his thoughts were exposed in front of him like glass.

Hang Yang, who was full of new knowledge, secretly cried a handful of bitter tears:

I am not the pure me I was yesterday!

With a crisp sound of "pa", Hang Yang slapped himself on the forehead without realizing it, and then he suddenly woke up. He raised his head tremblingly, facing Shanghang Xiutu's probing eyes.

"...didn't wake up just now," Hang Yang smiled very reluctantly, "now I'm awake, hahaha."

The next morning, Hang Yang went out with Hang Xiutu with dark circles under his eyes that couldn't be suppressed by a pair of foundation—the two were invited to participate in a semi-talk show interview program.

This is also one of the few publicity schedules made public by the crew of "Getty Images".

Early in the morning, all the passers-by were stunned by the huge support line here.

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