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

Time has passed from spring to summer, and Chu Ye seems to have returned to the life before he met Lu Haochu.

He walked alone in the streets of Paris with a drawing board on his back, painting, selling money, and living a peaceful life alone. The failed love seemed to have never left a trace in his artistic life.

until--

Chu Ye couldn't tell how long it had been since he had seen Lu Haochu, and when he saw that tall figure hurrying up to him, he even froze for a moment.

The torrential rain that night was so heavy that Chu Ye was carrying an umbrella, but he couldn't protect the half-finished painting he had just finished, so he crouched silently by the side of the road with his things in his arms until the dark sky completely darkened. There's no sign of slowing down, either.

When the dazzling headlights came, Chu Ye frowned and shrank back, until the figure jumped out of the luxury car and rushed in front of him in the heavy rain. He saw clearly who this embarrassed person was.

"Lu, Haochu?" Chu Ye was still protecting the painting in his hand, dripping water from the person in front of him onto the paper.

Lu Haochu didn't speak, picked up the umbrella on the ground and held it up, stuffed it into Chu Ye's hand with a dark face, grabbed his wrist and rushed into the rain.

"Hey you!" Chu Ye instinctively took an umbrella to protect the painting that was hugging his chest, and he didn't react until he was packed and stuffed into the car with his things.

The car galloped all the way into Lu Haochu's villa, and it was the same when getting off the car. Your son opened the car door first and rushed into the overwhelming rain, barely opened the umbrella, then opened the back seat, and hugged Chu Ye up without saying a word. However, the umbrella didn't hit any of the two of them on top of their heads—it was propped on top of the half of the painting that Chu Ye was holding tightly to his chest.

Dirty mud and rain made a mess of Lu Haochu's luxury car and mansion, and the two of them were almost as if they were fished out of the water—especially Lu Haochu, whose hair was tied in bunches and clinging to his scalp, muddy. Drenched all over in the rain, and could no longer see the slightest bit of noble temperament, the whole person was in a mess.

——But only Chu Ye's painting can be regarded as clean and complete.

Lu Haochu put the dripping Chu Ye on the expensive leather sofa, and finally said the first words of the long-lost reunion: "You wait here and don't move, I'll get the towel."

There was a rustling sound not far away, and after a while, Lu Haochu hurried over with his wet hair, squatted down in front of the sofa without taking off his coat, pushed aside Chu Ye's bangs that blocked his eyes, and took the A hot towel was gently wiped over his face.

Wordless silence spread between the two.

After a while, Chu Ye reached out and brushed Lu Haochu's dripping hair behind his ear, revealing that handsome face.

He pulled the towel from the man's hand, and wiped the clean place carefully for him. Chu Ye hesitated, and said first: "I remember that you are always smiling when you are in front of me, and you are always in a suit and leather shoes." , Always perfect, I've never seen you like this."

The movements of Chu Ye's subordinates paused, the luster in their eyes flickered, and with indescribable nostalgia in their voice, they repeated in a very low voice: "I have never seen you like this."

"If only you, if you had done this earlier..."

Just when he was about to turn his face away, he was suddenly grasped firmly by a strong hand: "Then from now on?"

Lu Haochu looked at him earnestly, the hand he was holding Chu Ye was shaking.

After several seconds of silence, Chu Ye's pale lips finally moved: "Why do you think we separated?"

Without waiting for an answer, he continued on his own: "Young Master Lu, you are handsome and rich, you are the pride of heaven, and what about me?"

Chu Ye stretched out his five fingers and pointed at the valgus of his little toe: "Look at the calluses here, and the smell of paint on my hands... I'm just a little painter, Lu Haochu, I I dare not enter the social scene where you feel like a fish in water, I can't see you flirting with those people, I don't understand your class, do you understand?"

He covered his face with trembling hands, his voice choked: "We are not the same kind of people."

Suddenly, Chu Ye's hands were forcibly separated, and he was forced to look directly at the person in front of him.

Unexpectedly, there was no struggle on Lu Haochu's face, only a calmness after all the dust settled as if he had made up his mind: "I can change."

"According to what you said, we are two mismatched puzzle pieces," he smiled flatly, "then I can flatten my raised place and dig a depression in my flat place."

"I love you. After I left you, I confirmed over and over again that I love you far more than I thought. I am willing to change myself to love you. Making this decision has nothing to do with you, but I can't live without you."

Lu Haochu took Chu Ye's hand, and kissed him on his fingertips as if meeting him for the first time: "Shall we start over?"

The bed after that|The scene was filmed blurry and obscure, only two undulating figures could be vaguely seen through the glass of the bathroom, a slender and beautiful hand pressed against the glass as if overwhelmed, it wanted to grab something, but only Slightly trembling, he slid down, leaving five fingerprints on the glass; immediately, a bigger hand covered it, perfectly wedged || between his fingers, and gently and involuntarily held it tightly, holding him firmly imprisoned in my arms...

The camera shifted to the dim bedside lamp, and the steamy, soft, pure black short hair, shaking and spreading on the pillow.

The camera stopped on the pair of trembling scapulas—like a pair of butterfly wings that could shatter when they touched each other. , with a weak cry: "I'll take another, one more gamble, just take a gamble..."

Lu Haochu's kisses fell all over the sky, sealing all the words behind him in his mouthpiece. In the mist, Chu Ye could only hear the tireless whispering in his ears: "I love you."

"Card!"

Today's bed scene was filmed from daytime to nighttime. In fact, there were almost no real key shots, but in order to meet Gu Xun's requirements for the sense of atmosphere, the two leading actors still filmed over and over again. Hang Yang's mouth was already swollen from being kissed. From the face to the neck, and then into the quilt—the whole body was covered with a layer of shimmering pale pink. The moment he heard "ka", he buried most of his face in the quilt, leaving only a pair of masked Misty eyes are outside.

"It's okay, it's okay," Hang Xiutu hugged Hang Yang into his arms, kissed him lightly on the forehead, rubbed his disheveled hair, and comforted Hang Yang in a low voice. The lover became a gentle and considerate elder brother, "Be good, it's okay."

The photographer hurried out and closed the door to give the two of them some space to be alone.

Hang Xiutu got out of bed first, and Hang Yang heard the rustling in his ears, but he didn't dare to raise his head at all, so he sat stiffly on the spot and lowered his eyes until his T-shirt was handed in front of him.

"It's been so long, and the skin is still so thin," Hang Yang felt the familiar palm temperature coming from the top of his head again, and Hang Xiutu's laughing voice rang in his ears, and he rubbed Hang Yang's face like coaxing a child, He said softly, "Okay, okay, I won't take such a scene in the future."

Hang Yang couldn't imagine taking this kind of shot with others at all, and regardless of his head still covered in clothes, he nodded vigorously: "Yes."

Hang Xiutu coughed twice, serious: "Some, that's normal."

Hang Yang: "!"

He quickly got out from the neckline, jumped off the bed in a panic, and punched Hang Xiutu's chest bluffing in shame and indignation: "I, I, how can I have it?!"

It wasn't until Hang Xiutu's laughter sounded in his ears that Hang Yang realized that he was being teased again. He raised his fist with "open teeth and dancing claws", but before it fell down, a clear and unusual "Gululu—" floated out from Hang Yang's stomach.

Hang Yang: "!"

For some reason, his fist flinched back behind him. Hang Yang hooked his head in the eyes of Hang Xiutu who suppressed a smile. His already red face turned red again. He whispered quickly, "I'm hungry."

After finishing speaking, he added a sentence to cover up: "It's very normal."

He raised his head cautiously, quickly glanced at Hang Xiutu, and then quickly lowered his head. What he said was much tougher than the little cowardly action: "Don't laugh!"

Before Hang Yang was completely blown up, Hang Xiutu smiled and picked up his light jacket, "wrapped" the person in front of him with his thin arms and legs, and gently scratched Hang Yang's beautiful bridge of nose: "Go, Have a meal."

"I don't have much time in France, let's eat outside today, and take a walk around after dinner."

After confirming that the embarrassing page had indeed been turned over, Hang Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "Hmm!"

[Dining at an unknown roadside restaurant, although the taste is ordinary, because the person sitting opposite me is you, so everything is double delicious. ]

Hang Xiutu slightly raised his eyebrows: "Why do you always look at me and laugh?"

Hang Yang hurriedly retracted his gaze like a guilty conscience, and confessed honestly: "I was, I was thinking that 'Hang Xiutu' is really different from 'Lu Haochu'..."

Hang Xiutu turned his head, put down the knife and fork, and clasped his hands in front of him. The feeling of oppression doubled directly, and his tone was a bit childishly dissatisfied: "Compare me to him?"

"No, no, no," Hang Yang was confused for a moment, and his words turned upside down, "I just think that there are so many messy things about falling in love, and it's better to be a younger brother for my brother..."

Hang Xiutu pondered for a while, and supported his forehead: "...Is this how you feel playing "Monte Fontaine"?"

Hang Yang turned his head slightly to look at him, his big and bright eyes blinked ignorantly, and there seemed to be an obvious little question mark on his head.

"It's okay." Hang Xiutu was silent for a few seconds before picking up the knife, "Eat."

Here, it seems that the time and rhythm have been stretched and slowed down a little bit. Hang Xiutu and Hang Yang went out after eating and walked slowly on the street together.

There are not many fans in Paris who recognize the two. Even if they meet occasionally, they just come over with a smile to ask for an autograph or a group photo. It will not affect the order or make noise. They can let go of the restraint and walk freely.

Walking on the streets of foreign countries, watching the light show under the Eiffel Tower, and seeing the Arc de Triomphe at the end of the Champs Elysees...

The two walked slowly side by side, with their sleeves rubbing against each other from time to time, and the skin on their hands touched. Even if there was no eye contact, no one made a sound, it is still undeniable-this scene is extremely romantic.

I don't know how long he walked like this, Hang Yang slowly felt the traffic and people around him blurred, and he put all his body and mind on the person beside him.

Suddenly, he put his hand on Hang Yang's shoulder lightly, and his heartbeat accelerated again.

"I'll be back home in two days."

Hang Xiutu pulled Hang Yang to sit down on the bench by the side of the road, but he walked up to Hang Yang and squatted down. While helping people tidy up their collars slowly, he whispered: "The scenes in China are more realistic, and suppressed emotions take the lead. Big head, you can't empathize with the character too much, remember?"

Hang Yang nodded.

"Yes," Hang Xiutu patted him on the shoulder, "We will help you adjust, remind you all the time, and help you play... These are all secondary. The important thing is that you must have such a consciousness yourself."

Hang Yang held down Hang Xiutu's hand on his shoulder without saying a word, and held it gently. When he raised his head, his smile was bright and bright: "Yeah!"

"Are you with him?" The friend was sitting next to Hang Yang, with a paintbrush between his upper lip and nose, looking sullen.

Chu Ye paused lightly: "Why do you say that?"

"Look at your own painting," said my friend, shaking her long golden wavy hair, "suddenly changed from gloomy to brisk, and even started to draw people. Who said, 'I don't understand people, so I dare not use characters to express emotions '?Um?"

Chu Ye smiled and didn't answer.

The friend sighed softly: "Do you love him very much?"

Chu Ye paused: "I don't know. Every moment of losing him, I can't bear to think of him. I can't bear him, but I always miss him." [1]

"So..." The friend shook his head melancholy.

Chu Ye said softly: "He said, he will re-polish himself for me until it fits well enough."

When my friend heard this sentence, his mood fluctuated greatly. He widened his eyes a little bit, and after a while, he whispered: "This, it will be like this..."

It was the first time he looked at Chu Ye so solemnly: "I wish you happiness."

Chu Ye smiled and nodded: "Thank you."

He looked out the window at the sunny sky.

Outside the window, the angle of the camera was set just right, and the eyes full of emotion were photographed, shining like a pair of obsidian in the sun.

"Kakaka! It's over!" Gu Xun jumped up and clapped his hands, "Okay, there's only one last shot left, and I'll go back to China after shooting!"

The make-up teacher went to help Hang Yang adjust the details briefly, while Hang Xiutu stood quietly behind Gu Xun.

"Tsk," Gu Xun looked back at him, "You really care about your brother, France has no role for you, if it were me, I would lie dead at home."

Hang Xiutu stared at the monitor, and replied calmly: "I don't have the bad habit of irregular work and rest."

Director Gu: "..."

Not only Gu Xun, but the people passing by all choked up, feeling like they were shot by an arrow in their knees.

"Okay! Come on!" Gu Xi picked up the walkie-talkie, "Is the actor in good condition?"

On the monitor, Hang Yang raised his hand and said "OK".

"Okay, the camera teacher is here!"

Gu Xi sat forward with his buttocks: "Action!"

Chu Ye's cell phone rang suddenly, and he answered the phone as usual, and the familiar southwestern Chinese accent came out from inside, with a suppressed cry: "Your father is gone."

The choking sound turned into howling: "Your dad still went to work in the morning, and he fainted when he said he was dizzy, and he couldn't be sent to the hospital. He said it was a cerebral thrombosis and he didn't die soon..."

His mind went blank for a moment, and he took off his mobile phone before frantically picking it up, but his feet shook and fell heavily on the ground with a "boom".

Behind the monitor, Hang Xiutu suddenly took a step forward, frowning: "He added it himself!"

"Yes," Gu Xun tapped on the table, "The design is good."

Hang Yang fell very hard, as if his internal organs had been punched hard. After a while, he heard someone shouting in his ear: "Chu! Chu! Can you stand up!"

His eyes were white, he couldn't even hear the voice clearly, he fumbled for the phone tremblingly, stood up staggeringly with the arms of the people around him, and walked towards the door staggeringly, with a confused look on his face: "I want to go home, I I want to go home, I want to go home..."

There seemed to be a voice behind him: "Chu! What are you talking about? I can't understand Chinese!"

Chu Ye was still groping forward and walking slowly towards the door, while he was chanting, his voice suddenly changed, and when he touched his face again, he found that his face was full of tears, and he began to cry uncontrollably: "I want to go home. "

I want to go home.

Accompanied by Gu Xun's "Cut!", Hang Xiutu rushed over without any hesitation, pulling Hang Yang, who was still in a daze, to look up and down: "How is it? Did you not sprain your foot? Why did you fall so hard! Where did you hurt?" Hurry up and show me..."

Hang Yang was so choked up that he couldn't speak, so he tugged on Hang Xiutu's sleeve and shook his head.

With a sullen face, Hang Xiutu hugged him by the waist in public, and hurriedly said to the two assistants who came up, "Take a taxi and go back, and ask me to reimburse the travel expenses later", and then walked quickly with Hang Yang in his arms amidst the exclamation of all the girls. nanny van.

As soon as the car door was closed, Hang Xiutu hurriedly peeled off Hang Yang's coat.Under Hang Yang's shocked gaze, he pulled up his shirt, grabbed Hang Yang's reflexively struggling hands, and stared at his fair skin with a blank expression, examining it inch by inch.

"Brother!" Hang Yang was completely out of the play, but there were still tears in his eyes, and he was a little out of breath and choked up when he spoke, "Brother, calm down!"

Before Hang Xiutu reached for his pants, Hang Yang shouted: "I'm fine!"

Taking advantage of Hang Xiutu's loosening of his strength for a moment, Hang Yang quickly pulled his hand out, saved his pants, and quickly tore off the shirt that was pushed up. He took a few deep breaths, and then glared at Hang Xiutu and complained in a low voice: "I'm hurt The biggest scare was not the somersault just now, it was you, my teacher Hang..."

Hang Xiutu stared at him for a while, and then his face slowly relaxed, but he still held Hang Yang's left hand tightly: "Sorry."

After a two-second pause, he still said: "But don't use designs that hurt yourself in the future, okay?"

Hang Yang looked at Hang Xiutu: "But, but didn't your original works also have—"

"One yard for one yard," Hang Xiutu interrupted him, "You can't."

Hang Yang was shocked: "!"

Is the double standard so blatant? !

Hang Xiutu said slowly: "The physical fitness of a person is not the same as that of a person. You are such a small bone that you really can't stand it."

Hang Yang: "..." I feel despised, is it my illusion? !

He sat in a direction away from Hang Xiutu, and looked up at the sky as if nothing had happened.

Two days later, the crew returned to the country by plane and came to a remote town in S Province.

The author has something to say:

[1] From Maugham's "Blade", slightly modified

There is also the content of the phone call here. It was originally written in dialect. After thinking about it, I still don’t want to have too strong geographical orientation, so I just wrote it in a normal way.

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