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

There was a hazy mist in front of Hang Xiutu's eyes. He groped forward, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally tore away the haze—the surroundings gradually became clear.

Ding-dong-

Hang Xiutu was dazed, and the moment he saw a drop of rain falling from the eaves, he realized: Yes, it was raining that day.

He turned around suddenly and saw a person squatting behind him.

"You—" The moment Hang Xiutu stretched out his hand, the man raised his head.

Hang Xiutu recognized this person, with a gentle and delicate face, he stood quietly in the corner with a shy smile during the celebration banquet, and he would not be ashamed if he was ignored.

But they first met earlier.

One of Hang Xiutu's masterpieces "The Famous" auditioned for supporting roles, as the lead actor, he was also pulled to the scene by the director, but Hang Xiutu has always been tired of clutter and noise, so he only helped to palm the main supporting roles on such occasions , and spent most of the rest of the time lounging by the window at the end of the corridor on the top floor.

He really squinted his eyes halfway, with a cigarette between his fingers, looking at the young faces coming and going outside the window-everyone was full of excitement, apprehension, and ambition.

A clear voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Mr. Hang, can you sign for me?"

Hang Xiutu paused, looked away from the window, and looked at the person in front of him: he was a gentle young man with a childish look on his face, he should have just joined the industry not long ago.Although the face is not so impressive and handsome, it is only at the level of delicateness, but it makes people feel comfortable.

He walked along the light, as if the sun was hitting him unconsciously and softened a bit.

Hang Xiutu casually extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand: "Who are you?"

The young man seemed to be tense only now. He has a slender figure, and his two jade-like arms waved in a panic, like a frightened kitten: "I am, I am here!" The audition..."

Hang Xiutu nodded, and stretched out his hand lightly to him.

The silly boy stared blankly at Hang Xiutu.

"Isn't it a signature?"

"oh oh!"

Only then did the handsome young man come to his senses, shouted "Excuse me!", and hurriedly rummaged through his body, but couldn't find a suitable piece of paper.

Seeing that he was sweating all over in anxiety, Hang Xiutu said, "If you don't mind, I'll sign your cuff."

The child seemed to be amnesty: "I don't mind, I don't mind!"

Later, the director of "The Famous" went upstairs to talk to Hang Xiutu, and happened to bump into the two of them, so he easily cast a supporting role, saying that it was... This kid looks good when he smiles.

Indeed, his eyes are transparent and pure, and what's more rare, he has a faint bookish air all over his body—a rarity at the level of a national treasure in this circle.Probably because of his heart, this unknown young man was born with an indescribable favorable impression, so that Hang Xiutu left an impression on him among a group of unknown juniors.

The scene in front of me was brought back to the rainy day - it was the celebration banquet of "Famous". This Republic of China drama broke the ratings record for 5 years. go

Almost instantly, Hang Xiutu remembered that he had seen him before, and he walked to the young man from under the eaves.

The young man curled himself up like a small bird's egg. He raised his blurred eyes when he heard Hang Xiutu's footsteps. Probing the probe, after vaguely recognizing Hang Xiutu, he didn't panic at all, but smiled brightly: "Hang—teacher?"

Hang Xiutu "What are you doing here?"

"There are too many people, I don't like it," the young man said vaguely, and then he curled himself up a little tighter, "Stomach hurts..."

The rain was drenching on his back, and the white shirt was already soaked, clinging to his thin back, vaguely outlined a pair of butterfly bones that were about to fly—so fragile and beautiful.

A young man with no status and background, even if he has a serious stomach problem, dare not refuse the wine handed to him, he can only drink it with a smile, and he doesn't know how he sneaked here.

Hang Xiutu sighed lightly and didn't say much.

"Stomach pain and rain?" Hang Xiutu stopped behind him, "Go, go under the eaves."

But the young man seemed to be in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He pressed his calf tightly with both hands, and his fingers were turning blue due to too much force.Even so, he still shook his head stubbornly and pointed forward lightly.

Hang Xiutu followed his fingertips to look over, and found a frog not far away - this person and the frog stared at each other, and the scene was a bit indescribably funny.

The film king of Hangzhou University thought it was funny, and he couldn't help laughing out loud. The frog was disturbed, and it jumped into the grass lightly with its long legs, and disappeared in two or three seconds.

That handsome young man was scared away by Hang Xiutu's "Holding the knife to win love", and the frog friend forgot his stomachache. He jumped up on the spot with a "bass". After taking a piece, I fell into the small mud puddle behind when I felt dizzy.

Hang Xiutu reflexively pulled him back, pressed his thin shoulders, and stabilized the wobbly man: "Be careful."

He supported the person with both hands, and suddenly realized that the young man was terribly thin, like a crumbling bone, and Hang Xiutu could feel the slender body under his hands trembling slightly—the whole person seemed to be shaking. The doll made by Xue will shatter when touched.

Hang Xiutu frowned, and subconsciously relieved the strength in his hands: "What's your name?"

The young man didn't answer right away, he turned his head slightly, closed his eyes for a while, held his stomach with a trembling hand, bent his waist slightly, and gasped for breath.

Hang Xiutu suddenly saw that the end of his eye was almost submerged in his hair, and there was a small mole hidden, which was embedded on the red end of his eye, and he was a little indescribably charming.For such a thin, gentle and delicate person, he was born with a "changed taste", and the two temperaments blended together without any contradiction. The actor Hang, who was shaking all the beauties, held his breath and subconsciously recognized it.

Hang Xiutu still remembered his weak answer.

"Hang Yang, the Yang of the poplar tree."

——to be exactly the same as his incompetent younger brother, it's a kind of fate that can't laugh or cry.

Hang Xiutu suddenly opened his eyes, he didn't understand why he suddenly dreamed about the past two or three years ago.

He pressed his forehead and rubbed it lightly, subconsciously went to check the time on his mobile phone, turned around, and saw Hang Yang who was sleeping soundly beside him.

Hang Yang was holding Hang Xiutu's left arm tightly, half of his small face was pressed against his arm, and his whole body unconsciously huddled into a ball, like a lump of soft cotton candy.

The moment Hang Xiutu's eyes fell on Hang Yang, he became gentle. He strenuously propped up his body with one hand, and was about to tuck Hang Yang in the quilt, when he suddenly heard his murmur: "Frog..."

frog?

Hang Xiutu was taken aback for a moment, and seemed to understand why he had that dream. It turned out that there was a little guy lying next to him and muttering about frogs.

"Frog," Hang Yang rubbed Hang Xiutu's arm, "give me back the frog..."

Although Hang Xiutu was strange, he didn't take it seriously. He rubbed Hang Yang's hair with a smile, and whispered in his ear like coaxing a child, "Okay, I'll catch frogs for you tomorrow."

Afterwards, Hang Xiutu lay down on the pillow and closed his eyes.

He also happened to miss Hang Yang's lower murmur: "My stomach hurts, I don't want to be drunk anymore..."

The next day, Hang Xiutu and Hang Yang went to the nearest airport together, flew to W City, and returned to their long-lost home.

"Xiao Yang!" Mrs. Hang couldn't wait to get up when she saw Hang Yang enter the door, pulled Hang Yang up and down to look up and down, repeating "thin" and "really thin" over and over again.

He even turned the flames of war on Hang Xiutu: "I don't think you have changed much, why don't you know how to take good care of Xiao Yang?"

Hang Xiutu: "...Mom, I lost seven catties."

Mrs. Hang coughed lightly, and said in a vague way: "You have a good foundation, and you don't seem to be normal."

She turned to Hang Yang: "Xiao Yang is not in good health, but he can't lose weight anymore. Stay at home and make up for it."

Hang Xiutu: "..."

Got it, I was the one who was wrong.

The so-called home is really a magical place. The moment Hang Yang stepped into the door, his heart suddenly settled down—as if the fallen leaves found their roots, they relaxed indescribably from the inside out, and smiled when they spoke.

After eating, he crouched on the sofa with the hot milk in his arms, half-closed his eyes, and was so comfortable that his bones were half-crushed.

It's rare for Hang Xiutu to see him look so relaxed recently, and there is a smile on his brows and eyes. He put on his glasses, took a book and sat down on the teahouse by the window, just like before: "Xiao Yang."

Hang Yang was taking a nap on the sofa, when he heard Hang Xiutu's voice, he opened his sleepy eyes and rubbed: "Huh?"

"Do you have any plans recently?" Hang Xiutu pressed one hand on the corner of the book and the other on his temple, asking casually.

Hang Yang was a little baffled: "...No."

"I told you about the Golden World Awards before—"

Hang Yang nodded nonchalantly, apparently he didn't care about winning the prize: "Yeah, no problem!"

"You don't care about winning the award?" Hang Xiutu raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't expect his Xiao Yang to treat his reputation so aloofly.

Hang Yang paused for a moment, and pondered for two seconds: "I just think that there are many actors with good acting skills, but they can't get in touch with good scripts and good roles, and winning awards doesn't mean anything, probably That means good luck."

Hang Xiutu stopped turning the pages of the book, and said nothing, Nuo Da's living room fell into a moment of silence.

——Hang Yang often makes Hang Xiutu feel uneasy, sometimes through his eyes, he can see the sorrow and sadness that are completely inconsistent with the rich and noble young master, and sometimes like now, the person in front of him is like a light smoke, as if he is not paying attention It's gone.

After a few seconds, Hang Xiutu hesitated for a moment, but said it anyway.

He tried to relax his tone as much as possible, as if chatting casually: "I recently met a good psychiatrist through someone's introduction. "Monte Fontaine" has been filmed for half a year. play."

Hang Yang blinked his eyes, a little curious: "Psychiatrist?"

Noticing that he didn't reject him, Hang Xiutu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, his expression remained unchanged, and he said casually, "Interested?"

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