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

It was a sunny day when Hang Yang finished filming. He looked at the applauding crowd, nodded with a smile, took the bouquet from Chen Xu, hugged everyone in the crew one by one, and finally hugged Hang Xiutu for a long time: "Thank you accompany me."

He paused, smiled and said, "Brother, thank you for being with me."

Hang Xiutu was taken aback, Hang Yang hadn't called him "brother" for a long time, he seemed to avoid it on purpose, but the sudden solemnity made him a little uncomfortable.

After a few seconds of reaction, Hang Xiutu still hugged Hang Yang tightly, and whispered in his ear: "You are great, you are my pride."

There was a little shy red on Hang Yang's face, and he winked at Hang Xiutu, so cute that he couldn't be more cute.

Hang Xiutu also smiled: Hang Yang seems to be in a good mood today. Since the plot progressed to the second half, Hang Xiutu has rarely seen him in such a light mood.

Before the finale banquet, Lan Xinrong made a phone call with Hang Xiutu: "Finished?"

Hang Xiutu: "Well, I'll probably go back tomorrow."

Lan Xinrong let out a long sigh of relief through the phone: "Hey, it's a safe landing! Two months ago, you called me suddenly and said, 'Be prepared to stop shooting at any time, and be mentally prepared. Preparations for the doctor's intervention', it scared me at the time... Why did you say you kid gave him Gu Xun's movie! Not only tormenting himself, but also the people around us are also worried—"

"I have to pick it up anyway," Hang Xiutu rubbed the center of his brows wearily, "Since he's an actor, it's impossible to just avoid this kind of question blindly. Excellent solution."

"So?" Lan Xinrong asked, "The problem of Hang Xiaoyang getting too involved in the drama has really improved?"

Hang Xiutu hesitated for a few seconds: "That's right."

Lan Xinrong was shocked: "I can actually hear such ambiguous words from your mouth one day! Fuck, are you really Hang Xiutu?"

Hang Xiutu didn't have the heart to chat with him: "Hang Yang really didn't have that kind of excessive depression this time—and the particularly long-lasting depression, and he can distinguish between the inside and the outside of the play, but it's just..."

Lan Xinrong was anxious: "Exactly? What is it! Tell me!"

Hang Xiutu pressed his finger on his temple: "It's just that he likes to be in a daze more and more."

Lan Xinrong: "?"

Just as he was talking, Hang Xiutu suddenly saw Hang Yang at the edge of the lively crowd. He was wearing a beige sweater, sitting quietly on the small sofa in the corner, with his peaked cap pressed down, and his hands hanging down in front of his knees - he was not playing with his mobile phone , then [-]% is in a daze again.

Hang Xiutu said "Let's not talk now" and hung up the phone, walked to Hang Yang's side, bent down, and his voice was full of tenderness: "Xiao Yang?"

After shouting twice, seeing that Hang Yang didn't respond, Hang Xiutu's heart tightened, and he pressed Hang Yang's shoulder with one hand: "Xiao Yang!"

Only then did Hang Yang slowly raise his head, and looked at Hang Xiutu sleepily, with some steam in the corners of his eyes - he actually fell asleep in such a noisy social occasion, even Hang Xiutu didn't expect it, he paused before laughing slowly When he got up, he rubbed his hands on the top of Hang Yang's head: "Come on, take a seat, and go back later and sleep well."

"Well..." Hang Yang moved his head subconsciously, rubbed against Hang Xiutu's palm, and narrowed his eyes like a cat, "Yeah."

Gu Xun was terribly excited today, as if he had already won the grand prize, walking among many actors and producers with red wine, his laughter could be heard in the corner of the room.

Fortunately, Ling Su was also present today—it was not easy for Teacher Ling, obviously he was only a screenwriter, and when Gu Xun's social fear broke out, he had to warm up the scene. It's so embarrassing that others feel tired for him.

"Mr. Ling, long time no see." Hang Xiutu casually picked up a book of red wine to greet him, "You rarely go to such occasions, and I never thought you would come today."

"Teacher Hang," Ling Su still smiled gently, "Gu Xun values ​​this work, so I must come."

"I've been hearing Gu Xi say that the performance of the two teachers is touching, and it's really an honor for us to cooperate with you two." Ling Su smiled and raised his glass, "But, everyone knows what he looks like. , I have caused trouble for the teachers in the past six months."

"No, it's our honor." Hang Xiutu grasped the sense of proportion of social people just right, and the three of them clinked glasses gracefully.

While Ling Su was drinking, he quietly pinched Director Gu Da who was chatting happily with others beside him.

Only then did Gu Ci realize that Xiaohang had already walked beside him, and hurriedly greeted him: "Hey! My two great heroes, come here! Take a seat, take a seat!"

The people around also gathered around one after another. In his previous life, Hang Yang was always on the fringes of this kind of gathering, but this life is more convenient - just hide behind Hang Xiutu.

He subconsciously tugged on Hang Xiutu's sleeve, nodded with a smile and "hello", "thank you", "you're welcome" to deal with everything, and then he knew to drink in a daze.

After another push and pull of wine table culture, everyone took their seats one after another.

During the staggering of toasts, Hang Yang was unknowingly persuaded wave after wave of wine. When the refill was unknown, Hang Xiutu gently pressed his hand: "Just take a sip, don't be too serious."

Gu Xi jumped up all of a sudden, and after drinking a few glasses of Dukang, he became even more excited: "Oh! You are so precious brother, it's just red wine, not intoxicating!"

He turned to Hang Yang: "Yang Zai, come on, tell your brother, isn't this little wine easy to talk about?!"

The moment "Yang Zai" blurted out, Hang Xiutu's face darkened obviously, Ling Su's eyebrows twitched, and he wanted to quickly press Gu Xun down: "What are you doing!"

However, his dog jumped so happily this time that he didn't hear it at all, and even urged Hang Yang to drink: "It's okay, it's okay! Come on, come on, let's continue!"

Ling Su: "..."

Trembling, he raised his hand and rubbed it on his temple.

Although in the end, Ling Su pushed Gu Xun back before Hang Xiutu's face was completely blackened, and tied the dog's collar tightly around him; but when the banquet was over, Hang Yang was also very drunk and his face was bright red , his eyes were foggy, and his whole body was paralyzed in Hang Xiutu's arms like a pool of boneless mud. He seemed to be muttering something all the time, but he couldn't hear clearly.

Hang Xiutu sighed softly, wrapped one hand around Hang Yang's knee from below, and wrapped his other hand tightly around Hang Yang's waist, he hugged him skillfully, and greeted the rest of the people calmly (except Gu Xi) , and got into the car with Hang Yang in his arms.

"Master, drive steadily, don't worry." Hang Xiutu put Hang Yang down gently so that his head could rest comfortably on his lap.

If Hang Yang is awake at this time, he will definitely think of his childhood composition when he sees his face - red like a ripe apple, this "ripe little apple" shrinks into the familiar embrace while tightening Pulling on Hang Xiutu's clothes tightly, he murmured indistinctly.

Hang Xiutu leaned down, and seemed to be able to catch some broken words occasionally, such as "home" and "go home".

It seems that the child is homesick, yes, he has been away from home for nearly half a year, and only occasionally talks to his mother on the phone.

Hang Xiutu sighed with a smile, and gently stroked Hang Yang's back with one hand: "Okay, go home, and go home right away."

Suddenly, Hang Xiutu's cell phone rang, he frowned slightly, and quickly connected: "Hello."

"Xiutu, is it over on your side?"

"Keep your voice down," Hang Xiutu said in a low voice, "Xiao Yang is sleeping."

Lan Xinrong: "...well, well."

He also took advantage of the opportunity to mumble the complaints in his heart: "Damn, I annoy my younger brother the most..."

Hang Xiutu: "Huh?"

"It's nothing," Lan Xinrong coughed, "That's right, I called you today and I have something to discuss. The candidates for the Golden World Awards must be decided as soon as possible. Have you made up your mind?"

Hang Xiutu fell into a brief silence.

"Actually, there is nothing to hesitate," Lan Xinrong said quickly, ""Zhi Hua Gai" will report you and Hang Yang, and there is no suspense about contracting Shidi and the best supporting actor. In this way, "Meng Xia" can also report Xiao Hang. Well, get a Shidi nomination."

Hang Xiutu: "Suppress your voice."

"...OK", Lan Xinrong could be heard gritting his teeth, "What are you procrastinating for?"

Hang Xiutu paused for two seconds: "If you don't report to me—"

"If you don't report it?! To be honest, if you don't report the actor, the entire crew will have opinions! This honor belongs to the team, how can you not understand such a simple truth?" Lan Xinrong said violently, "Besides, even if you quit, hang Whether Yang can win Shidi with "Meng Xia" is still doubtful."

Hang Xiutu: "..."

"Yes, last year there were no good films for internal entertainment, but although Zhu Ruicheng's period drama was not a big hit, it had a good reputation. You have to know that youth dramas don't necessarily take advantage of the judges, and it's safest to report to you. Xiaohang You are still young, you can win the Best Supporting Actor in your first year as an actor—this starting point is already high enough! What do you think you are in a hurry for?"

Hang Xiutu was silent for a while, and finally said: "Okay, then report like this."

Lan Xinrong: "..."

Hang Xiutu noticed the long silence on the phone: "Xinrong?"

Lan Xinrong murmured: "I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would be able to persuade you. The Sa family is worth a lifetime..."

Hang Xiutu: "Okay, less acting, I'm really impatient this time."

Hanging up the phone, Hang Xiutu looked down at Hang Yang's sleeping face, and took out the hand he unconsciously put into his mouth, and there were two distinct teeth marks on his fingers.

Hang Xiutu couldn't help laughing, he tapped Hang Yang's forehead lightly: "Why do you look like a child when you're drunk?"

He rubbed Hang Yang's hair, and replayed Lan Xinrong's question in his mind just now: "What do you think you are in a hurry for?"

What am I in a hurry for?

Hang Xiutu looked at Hang Yang with a tenderness that he didn't realize: Maybe it's because I always want to give him the best.

He leaned down gently and kissed Hang Yang on the forehead.

It is really troublesome to take care of drunk people, but Hang Xiutu enjoys it indescribably. He changes clothes, wipes his body, and feeds him water for the beautiful person who is like a porcelain doll in his arms. Miraculously experience the joy of little girls playing with dolls.

When everything was ready, Hang Xiutu was worried that he would vomit in the middle of the night and block his airway, so he simply stayed in Hang Yang's room.

Turn off the headlights, leaving only a dim bedside lamp on.Hang Xiutu sat down next to Hang Yang, and was about to pick up the book on the bedside table and flip through it, when there was a sudden movement next to him, Hang Yang closed his eyes and moved in his direction, and moved again, waiting for the side face to stick Hang Xiutu, he just rubbed against him as if he had settled down, a pair of slender and beautiful hands tightly grasped Hang Xiutu's waist, and opened his slightly out-of-focus eyes.

"Brother," he might have sobered up a little, but his voice was clearer and he could understand, "I, I'm not feeling well."

Hang Xiutu sighed, and put his arms around his back: "I'm not feeling well and drink so much, are you stupid?"

"Not stupid," Hang Yang curled his lips: "brother said I was stupid, and brother bullied me, so call my mother."

Hang Xiutu also didn't understand why he would continue this conversation with Hang Yang when he was about three years old: "Okay, okay, you're not stupid if you say so."

Hang Yang glared at him again, but it's a pity that those obsidian-like eyes have been soaked by water vapor at the moment, and they have no deterrent power at all, no different from a grinning milk cat.

Holding back his smile, Hang Xiutu hugged his shoulders and patted his thin back lightly: "Go to bed early."

Hang Yang slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, just when Hang Xiutu thought he was asleep, he suddenly heard a fragmented murmur in his ear: "Mom."

Hang Xiutu flicked the pages of the book for a moment: Are you missing your mother?

Unexpectedly, Hang Yang read over and over again: "Mom, mom, mom..."

There was a slight choke in the voice? !

Hang Xiutu hurriedly looked down, and found that Hang Yang's pillow had been slightly wet: he was curled up beside him and weeping silently, and he didn't realize it at all!

Hang Xiutu's heart seemed to be pinched by someone. He carefully carried Hang Yang into his arms and coaxed him in a soft voice: "I'll go home tomorrow and see my mother, okay?"

Who knows that Hang Yang shook his head, and the tears flowed more fiercely: "No, it's gone."

Hang Xiutu didn't know, so he asked, "What's missing?"

Hang Yang turned over in Hang Xiutu's arms, and put his face on his chest, and soon Hang Xiutu's pajamas were wet, and when he spoke again, his voice was choked with depression: "The home is gone, the mother is gone , I have no home, I have no home..."

Hang Xiutu: "..."

Hang Yang was completely wronged in his arms, but Hang Xiutu didn't understand what he was talking about at all, his house was obviously in good condition, and tomorrow his mother would cook for himself and Xiao Yang to prepare a welcome feast for him and Xiao Yang, why "there's nothing left"? ?

He could only coax him in a low voice, and finally the person in his arms stopped crying, so Hang Xiutu gently put him beside him.

He leaned down, pulled up the quilt, and carefully covered Hang Yang's shoulders, just about to say "good night" in his ear, when he suddenly heard Hang Yang say quickly: "Don't hit me..."

It's just that the voice was low and vague, Hang Xiutu thought he heard it wrong, so he asked in a low voice, "Xiao Yang, what did you say?"

The only response to him was the sound of even breathing—Hang Yang should really have fallen asleep this time.

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