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

Everyone got off the plane from the capital of Province S, took the train to the neighboring city, and took several buses to come here.

Ever since the high-rise building disappeared from the car window, Hang Yang's complexion was not very good-looking, and he didn't speak, just leaned on Hang Xiutu's shoulder with his eyes closed.The whole person is quiet, but there is no blood on the face, and even the lips are too pale.

At first Hang Xiutu thought he was motion sick and wanted the crew to stop for an extra night, but Hang Yang refused.

Hang Yang smiled and shook his head: "I don't get carsick, you know, I didn't get carsick when I was young."

"I'm just..." He closed his eyes and lay on Hang Xiutu's lap, looking extremely exhausted, "I'm just a little tired, I'll just sleep for a while, I'll sleep for a while..."

The crew settled down in the local town and rented a few neighboring bungalows. After a short rest for a day, they quickly entered into the busy preparations.

This place is not considered prosperous, and even considered backward. There are no large shopping malls or high-rise buildings in the town, and there are patches of bungalows as far as the eye can see.

But it can’t be said that it is extremely closed. In recent years, young people in the town have gone out to work, and they have become a little bit rich. They went home to build bridges and roads, but after all, this place is like a drop of unknown water hanging at the end of the wave of social modernization. It surged up, it didn't sink to the bottom—it was just plain poor.

There are not many young people in the town, most of them are old people and young children. Hang Xiutu can walk freely on the street wearing a mask to cover up a little, so he dragged Hang Yang, who had always been sullen, out for a walk.

There are not many people here, most of them are concentrated in one area, and the largest supermarket is nearby.

"What do you want to eat?" Hang Xiutu asked while holding Hang Yang's hand.

Hang Yang only shook his head.

Hang Xiutu still took Hang Yang to the supermarket: "Then, I ask you to accompany me, go in and have a look."

The supermarket is not big, but it can be regarded as small and well-equipped, and there is everything in it, except for a lot of "pirated" snacks.

"Obio, Moon Cup, RID..." Even Hang Xiutu couldn't help laughing when he saw the dazzling array of pirated brands on the shelves.

But when he looked back, he found that Hang Yang was staring blankly at the shelf in front of him. When he approached, he found that there was a big red vegetable basket in front of Hang Yang—it was not exquisite, and there were even some jagged edges. Same plastic.

"Curiosity?" Hang Xiutu reached out to take the things off the shelf, only to find that Hang Yang jumped back suddenly. If it wasn't for being pulled by Hang Xiutu, he could directly hit the shelf behind him.

"How do you—" Before he finished speaking, he found that Hang Yang's teeth were shaking, and the palm of his hand was dripping with sweat. Hang Xiutu hurriedly put down his things and squatted in front of Hang Yang, pulling him Two arms comforted in a low voice, "What's the matter, please tell me..."

But Hang Yang shook his head and repeated "it's okay, it's okay, I'm really okay", he gently put his arms around Hang Xiutu's neck: "I'm a little tired, can you take me back to sleep?"

Hang Yang slept until night, until he was woken up by Hang Xiutu to read the script, his face was still not very good-looking.

As soon as the two entered the living room on the first floor, they heard "Hello, Teacher Hang!" "Hello, Teacher Xiao Hang!"

Gu Xi also reached out and waved at the two of them: "Is Hang Yang feeling better?"

Hang Yang nodded with a pale face, although his physical condition was average, but his expression was still brisk; "Well, it's okay, I'm a little unaccustomed, I'm young—"

He swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly, but Hang Xiutu narrowed his eyes slightly, and gently patted Hang Yang's hand holding his sleeve.

Gu Xi nodded: "Okay, then let's start."

Everyone sat down around a simple wooden table, and there was a large whiteboard in front of it. The crew bought it from a certain treasure and used it as soon as it arrived.

"People's circumstances are closely related to their environment," Gu Xi said, "I don't think I need to emphasize this."

"For example, Chu Ye, as a homosexual, has been studying in an art school in France for 5 years. He is an excellent art student who is highly praised. The sudden tightening down will double the suffocation."

Hang Xiutu was a little absent-minded listening to Gu Xun's play. Ever since he came to this town, he could feel a strange sense of disobedience in Hang Yang: at first Hang Xiutu thought that his pampered little brother couldn't adapt to life here, but As time passed, he slowly overturned his previous conclusions, and Hang Yang's performance seemed to be...he was afraid of everything here.

What is he to be afraid of?

Hang Xiutu was puzzled, and he thought over and over again that there was only one possibility—could it be that Hang Yang had already empathized with Chu Ye, and it was an unprecedented deep empathy?

There was no scene for Hang Xiutu to film today, but he still followed, and he was even more worried than filming himself.

Hang Xiutu pressed his forehead and rubbed his heart: I will give Hang Yang a variety show later, at worst, I will put him in an idol drama, and I can't be so troublesome anymore.

"Hang Xiutu," Gu Xi raised his eyebrows. Seeing that there was a tendency to explode, his notebook slammed on the table, "Hang Xiutu!"

"..." Hang Xiutu's attention returned to Director Gu, he pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and took the script in his hand, "Sorry, you continue."

Gu Xun squinted at him, with a face of "I don't care about you for now", turned around and circled the four words "Monte Fontaine" on the whiteboard: ""Monte Fontaine"——When Ling was a child The full name of such a great work is "Memories of Montfontaine". The author once set foot in Montfontaine near Senlis, north of Paris, and recorded Beautiful memories for the next passing by."

He nodded on the table, keeping his eyes on Hang Yang, and it was obvious who he was talking to: "It's just a beautiful and short memory."

Gu Xi's voice became deeper and deeper: "This is a story about loss, and the focus of the performance must be on the gravity of reality - so that Chu Ye will never be able to fly again for the rest of his life."

"Our idealized and even dreamlike shooting and narration in the first half pave the way for the second half."

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door, Gu Xun looked at the phone, smiled and waved to Hang Yang: "Ah, come, hang Yang, come with me, and introduce your 'mother' to you."

Opening the door, a middle-aged actress walked into the room. Director Gu opened his arms and gave her a warm hug.

Hang Yang knew that this actor——Shang Tingxiu, was beautiful when she was young, and she still has the charm today, but her face is more severe. Over the years, she has played many roles such as bad mother-in-law and bad stepmother, but her acting skills Very brilliant, he was rated as a national first-class actor at the age of more than 40.

Hang Yang hurried forward: "Mr. Shang is good!"

"Hey, this is Teacher Xiaohang, isn't it?" Shang Xiuting smiled and held his outstretched hand.

"You are too polite, you can call him Hang Yang or Xiao Yang," Hang Xiutu also extended his hand, "Teacher Shang, the last time I worked with you is two years ago, and you haven't changed at all."

Shang Xiuting's smile was even stronger, and she could see that she really admired Hang Xiutu: "Hey, Xiutu, you can really talk."

A group of people politely sat down around the table with each other, and by the time Gu Xun's lecture and everyone's communication session ended, it was already approaching midnight.

"Hang Xiutu," Director Gu called out to Hang Xiutu who was about to leave, "You don't have many roles here, so if you focus on finishing your scenes first..."

"No need," Hang Xiutu interrupted him, "You can arrange whatever you want, I'll wait for Hang Yang to finish before leaving."

"The contract I signed with you before only had a four-month shooting period..."

Hang Xiutu knew what he wanted to say: "No extra money."

Gu Zi immediately nodded with a hearty smile: "No problem, no problem, our crew also has a lot of your food, hahaha!"

"Also, Hang Yang's performance—" Hang Xiutu looked at the back of Hang Yang going upstairs, his brows slowly frowned, but stopped for a few seconds, "Forget it..."

Gu Xi's eyes widened immediately, and he wanted to rush up and grab Hang Xiutu's collar: "What's wrong with his performance?! Tell me well! Doesn't this mean putting a time bomb in my movie?"

Hang Xiutu: "...he entered the play very quickly."

Gu Xun nodded: "Isn't this nonsense? I've directed his plays for several months."

Hang Xiutu put one hand in his pocket, and there was a little imperceptible anxiety between his usually calm eyebrows and eyes: "He has a very strong ability to empathize—"

Gu Xun went crazy: "Isn't this nonsense?!"

"Listen to me!" Hang Xiutu's voice suddenly turned cold, and he knocked twice on the table with a gentle "dongdong", even Gu Xun was overwhelmed by his sudden burst of momentum.

Gu Xun: "Say it, say it."

"Hang Yang's ability to empathize with tragedy is among the best among all the actors I have seen."

This is probably the first time Director Gu heard such a high evaluation from Hang Xiutu's mouth, he was taken aback: "You can't be acting like a 'brother's eye'..."

Hang Xiutu glanced over coldly, and Gu Xun knew he was serious, so he immediately fell silent.

"What I want to say is that he has a strong comprehension ability. I hope you will take a little bit of guidance. I," Hang Xiutu paused, "I don't want the situation in "The Canopy" to happen again."

Gu Xun nodded: "I understand what you said, but as for how to direct, I don't need you to point fingers."

"Of course," Gu Xi added, "I won't maliciously overdraw an actor's artistic life to achieve a work, you can rest assured."

Hang Xiutu breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."

Before leaving, Gu Xi showed a bit of a nasty smirk, and finally left a wave of ridicule for Hang Xiutu: "But that old lunatic Luqiu is really very likely, I can't see it, Hang Xiutu, you are actually willing to give away your baby Xiao Yang gave it to him to toss about."

Hang Xiutu: "..."

This wave of ridicule belongs to the frenzied tap dancing on Hang Xiutu's pain points. Fortunately, Gu Xun is still clever, and ran away holding the script before the Hang Da actor's face was completely blackened.

Looking at Gu Xun's back, Hang Xiutu's eyes showed a faint struggle, he rubbed his temples, and walked slowly to the bedroom on the second floor.

The next day, Hang Xiutu waited early at the door of Hang Yang's room, and he was relieved to see that Hang Yang's expression was as usual, not as pale as yesterday.

He took Hang Yang's hand naturally: "let's go."

About halfway in the morning, the actor who played Chu Ye's "brother" arrived, and Hang Yang almost jumped up on the spot when he saw the familiar smelly face in front of him.

He weakly pointed at Gu Wang: "Why are you here?"

It's only been more than a year, and the irascible little Zhengtai has grown a lot taller. Although Gu Wang is still cold-faced and cool-faced, he has matured a little with his age. When he saw Hang Yang, he just "hummed": "You think I do."

Hang Yang: "..."

Outsiders definitely don't know about the entanglement between Hang and Gu's family, and they can't accuse Gu Dao of finding someone randomly. It's just that it's embarrassing for two blood brothers to stand there staring at each other, especially when it's different from the period of "Zhi Hua Gai". , The two of them still have rivalry.

Hang Yang: "..."

Just before the fun guy Gu Xun came over with the explosive question of "how do you feel about the second one", Hang Xiutu slowly walked up to Hang Yang, protecting him like a fortress.

"Gu Dao." He gestured for Gu Xun to come over, and whispered a few words.

Gu Zi's eyes widened sharply, as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt from the sky, this was the first time Hang Yang saw him and Gu Zi stammered: "That, that, that, come on, let's play, all departments Ready!"

Only then did Hang Yang's face soften, and he bowed slightly to Shang Xiuting who came over with a smile: "Teacher Shang."

"Don't be so alien, you're going to play my precious son," Shang Xiuting took his hand and patted it, "Just call me Sister Shang."

"Hey, Teacher Shang!" Director Gu came over with a loudspeaker, "Don't be too kind to him, lest it will be difficult to enter the play."

Shang Xiuting stared at her eyebrows on the spot: "What's 'kindness', you can raise me to the level of a grandmother all of a sudden, right? Can you talk, kid?"

"All right, all right, my fault, my fault," Gu Dao apologized carelessly, and invited a few people to the makeup and hair teacher, "Hurry up, just check the two, we get off work early in the morning!"

Shang Xiuting is worthy of being a national first-class actress. Although she came here in the morning without makeup, she can still see the spirit of her whole body. Coupled with proper maintenance, she looks like she is only in her 30s.After walking under the make-up and hair teacher for a while, he changed into a large and deformed old cloth jacket, revealing a few scattered strands of hair, and his whole temperament changed drastically—it looked like a middle-aged woman who was bent over by life People, when she raised her eyes to look this way, her eyes were filled with heavy fatigue, as if she suddenly aged 20 years.

Hang Yang’s fingertips trembled,

"Okay," Director Gu came out, "The actors are ready, let's do the show."

Hang Yang walked into his small one-story house. His mother opened a restaurant in the town, and his father went out to work. His income from buying paintings and scholarships abroad was considered self-sufficient. , but it’s not really a lot of money, it’s just, it’s only discovered today that the most terrible thing about this family is not the poor life, but their inability to take risks.

Hang Yang walked into his mother's bedroom, and he called softly, "Mom."

Gu Xun suddenly picked up the horn: "Wait a minute."

Hang Xiutu next to him frowned, but he didn't go forward, he folded his arms and watched them discuss.

"Did you think about a lot of things just now?" Gu Xun asked.

Hang Yang locked his delicate eyebrows and nodded slowly: "Sorry."

"Try to let go," Gu Xi said, "The things in his mind here are very monotonous. It can be said that there are only emotions and no thoughts. You can find your feelings."

Hang Yang leaned against the wall and was silent for a while, took two deep breaths, and nodded at Gu Xun: "Let's do it again."

Chu Ye rushed in from the main entrance, hurried all the way, even turned over two stools as if he hadn't heard of it, staggered all the way to the bedroom, but stopped suddenly at the door, pressed the door frame with trembling fingers, and pressed his knuckles hard Bai, trembling and whispering out: "Mom..."

Gu Xun narrowed his eyes, smiled, and patted Hang Xiutu next to him: "Hang Yang really has the talent for acting in literary films and tragedies, and this kind of innate appeal is not something everyone has."

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