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

Hang Xiutu's slender hands were unconsciously rubbing the railings. Hearing the movement of his hands, he paused slightly, and raised his eyelids in surprise: "Are you talking about Hang Yang?"

"You don't have much confidence in your younger brother?" Wen Yuan smiled meaningfully and raised his eyebrows.

Wen Yuan has taught at the Film Academy for decades, and apart from appearing in some literary films occasionally, he seldom accepts film appointments, which is not to say that he has a deep influence in the entertainment industry.But in the final analysis, he has been in this huge Vanity Fair after all. Although he has a bad temper, he is actually very quick-witted and can be regarded as half a person, and he explained Hang Xiutu's deepest thoughts in one word.

Hang Xiutu closed his eyes, unwilling to say anything more: "No."

"He was born in a talent show, turned into an actor from a male group, and only acted in rubbish scripts like Ba Zong." Wen Yuan "hummed" and chuckled, "Sounds like a bastard indeed, and the word 'actor' doesn't even fit. Indeed, when I first met him, he was also wearing tinted glasses."

He changed the subject, and looked at Hang Xiutu with inexplicably sharp eyes: "But you are his brother, and the relatives who get along day and night can't abandon their prejudices and take a good look at Hang Yang?"

Hang Xiutu: "..."

"No wonder that child always looks a little unspeakably uneasy, with a..." Wen Yuan narrowed his eyes, showing a rare kindness in his eyes, trying to find an appropriate metaphor, "with a frightened child It looks like a cub, so pitiful."

Hang Xiutu lowered his eyes: "I didn't expect him to get such a high evaluation from you."

Wen Yuan let out a "tsk", and his tone became higher and higher: "What do you mean by 'getting such a high evaluation from me'? It means that he himself deserves such a high evaluation, and he was almost buried by your ilk!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he was, and he tapped his hand on the metal railing, which made the whole railing "buzz": "You are prejudiced against your brother!"

You are prejudiced against your brother—

Hang Xiutu suddenly remembered the meal he took Hang Yang to meet Lan Xinrong more than a month ago.When the banquet was over, Lan Xinrong suddenly patted himself on the shoulder, and casually whispered in his ear: "Are you a bit prejudiced against your brother?"

For a moment, Hang Xiutu's pupils shrank slightly.The voices of the two seemed to overlap or resonate subtly.

The Hang Yang in their eyes seems to be far from the mediocre "brother" in their memory.

Hang Xiutu and his younger brother don't meet many times, and spend even less time together. If you think carefully, you really can't afford the intimacy of a "brother".But in his memory, that child was always arrogant, unambitious, and submissive in front of himself and his elder brother—the complete opposite of his two biological elder brothers.

The name "Hang Yang" seems to have nothing to do with "excellence".

But now, it seems that something new is breaking out of that familiar body...

"Why are you in a daze?" Wen Yuan knocked on the railing, "I still have something to tell you about that child."

Hang Xiutu looked up at him, still impeccably calm, as if the dazzle just now was fake: "You say."

"This kid is much faster into the play than out of the play." Wen Yuan frowned slightly, "Of course, this is not a big problem. After I noticed it, I also intended to help him correct it. But, the feeling he gave me that is……"

Wen Yuan swiped his hand twice in the air, and he seemed to be trying to find the precise wording: "It's like... He is more interested in immersing himself in the world of the play than returning to reality. How should I put it, even if he is born I always feel like an experienced actor, isn't this a little bit too much?"

"Shen, Shen." Hang Xiutu tapped his fingers on the railing, and repeated in a low voice.

"Ham, don't be nervous," Wen Yuan quickly waved his hand, "For a newcomer in the industry, it's normal to have some unreasonable situations. It will take a long time in the future."

"But he is really a natural born actor." Teacher Wen raised his head with emotion. Just as he habitually reached into his pocket to touch a cigarette, he suddenly remembered that there was someone standing next to him, so he rolled his eyes at the sky. , and then continued with the words just now, "I don't know if you have paid attention to your brother's eyes—well, needless to say, I know you definitely haven't—Hang Yang's eyes always have a little sadness in them."

"Hey, don't say I'm too imaginative! You can see for yourself when you have a chance later." Wen Yuan pressed his chin with one hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up, as if thinking of something, "Looking at the innocent, lively and lovely ,Really are……"

"This means that he is born with a complex and contradictory sense of 'story', you know what I mean," Wen Yuan shook his head, as if sighing and pleased, "This is his innate capital."

Wen Yuan stood up straight: "Of course, although I've praised him for so long, it doesn't mean that this kid's acting skills are perfect... I'm talking about the possibility of him surprising me."

"He is really young and unsystematic in terms of technique, and it is normal to use too much force, but it is not a serious problem." Wen Yuan looked at Hang Xiutu, "I suggest you take him to act in a play, Any supporting role is fine, take him to fight with real swords and guns, see the world, don't always play tricks with me. You know, a really good actor is honed out bit by bit in actual combat."

"You mean," Hang Xiutu looked over with his light brown eyes, "he already has the level of acting?"

"It's absolutely fine to play a supporting role," Wen Yuan patted Hang Xiutu, "Don't worry, I will never lose your person."

Hang Xiutu wanted to say something, but the door next to him suddenly creaked and opened.

"Teacher, you have been smoking for a long time today..." Hang Yang pushed open the door and walked out. The moment he saw Hang Xiutu, a pair of beautiful eyes lit up, which could almost be matched with the effect sound of "Pu Ling Ping Ling", He blurted out, "Brother!"

Even Hang Xiutu's breathing was slightly stagnant when he saw it: Memory Hang Yang's eyes—are they so bright?

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, Hang Yang seemed to wake up suddenly, and his bright eyes dimmed quickly. He looked at Hang Xiutu, still with a decent smile: "Brother, what are you doing here?"

Hang Xiutu: "..."

This child felt that it was impossible for him to make a special trip to see him!

For a moment, Hang Xiutu felt as if someone was slowly poking his heart with a blunt needle - it was indescribably uncomfortable.

What was even more irritating was that Wen Yuan next to him raised his eyebrows meaningfully, and let out a clear "heh", sarcasm almost spilled out of his face.

Almost subconsciously, Hang Xiutu strode up to Hang Yang, put his slender hand on the top of Hang Yang's head, and rubbed it gently: "It's nothing, I'm here to see you."

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ps: At this point in time, Hang Xiutu has quit smoking