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

Hang Xiutu's slightly relaxed face quickly sank.The last time someone dared to "make trouble for no reason" in front of him was not known how many years ago. He never thought that his younger brother, who is usually as soft and shy as a cat, would talk to him like this again and again today, with the same tone of voice. Perceptually aggravated: "Hang Yang, I've made it clear enough."

Sure enough, Hang Yang's body trembled slightly, but he bit his lower lip tightly and didn't say a word.He slid down with his back against the wall, his two thin white arms resting on the corner of the small sofa next to him, his hands drooping weakly, and his head slowly buried in the crook of his arms.Hang Yang is wearing a snow-white fluffy sweater today, curled up like this, as if he has turned himself into a chick that refuses to break its shell, a small group is quietly placed there, it is not difficult to find that he The slender body was trembling slightly.

Hang Xiutu's heart seemed to be pulled suddenly by someone, and his beautiful eyebrows frowned fiercely.

"You watched my performance, you are my brother," came a choked voice from under Hang Yang's arm, a little stuffy, and he could hear that he tried his best to suppress his crying, but he couldn't hide it when he was too wronged, " Why don't you want to trust me a little more?"

Hang Xiutu frowned even tighter, and the air pressure in the whole room dropped another degree: "How many times do you want me to say it! This is not just a question of 'trust' or not..."

Hang Yang raised his head suddenly, and interrupted Hang Xiutu loudly: "You are full of 'for your own good', 'safety' and what's the 'value for money', are you a businessman or an actor!"

The completely unexpected words made Hang Xiutu stunned.

Like a dam bursting in his heart, Hang Yang kept breathing like he couldn't stop the brakes: "Yes, I will have a lot of opportunities in the future, anyway, my family is so rich, and there is a brother named Hang Xiutu; that's right, I Why do things where the risk outweighs the benefit... But I don't want to care about this, I don't want to care about it!"

Hang Yang suddenly began to sob uncontrollably, and the big drops of tears could no longer be stopped: "I don't want to care about this!"

"'I will meet many characters in the future', but that is not this anymore, it is not this anymore!" Hang Yang burst into tears, his cheeks that were originally pale as paper turned bloody because of being too excited, "I will never meet again!" This character named "Ye Zhang" is gone, this character will be branded with someone else's name and brand! Is this okay? Brother? Is this okay?"

Hang Yang's strength and mind are weak, the voice of this passage is not loud, but it seems that a thunder exploded in Hang Xiutu's ears, and even "bombed" him a little bit suddenly.

Hang Xiutu was speechless: "..."

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, Hang Yang seemed to have overdrawn his strength, his body suddenly swayed, and he almost tilted his head and fell to the ground. He grabbed the armrest of the sofa and barely supported his body.

"Hang Yang!" Hang Xiutu was startled, and stretched out his hand reflexively, but Hang Yang turned his face away and silently rejected him.

Hang Yang closed his eyes for a moment, then slowly raised his head to look at his brother, propped his hands on the sofa and stood up staggeringly, the blood on his face due to excitement had faded away, and his pale and transparent face was almost the same as The wall behind him merged into one, and his dark eyes were shining brightly—tears were still flowing silently, but they were more worrying than howling.

"Brother, maybe I'm not an actor in your eyes, but I consider myself an actor." He said slowly in a hoarse voice, "I beg you."

After finishing this sentence, Hang Yang fell headlong.

"Hang Yang!" Hang Xiutu shot subconsciously.The moment he hugged Hang Yang, he was startled: too thin, really too thin...

The person in his arms leaned against his arm in a small mass, like a weightless feather, almost without the real feeling of being hugging a person.

"Hang Yang! Hang Yang! Wake up!"

But there was no response, his younger brother's slender arms were hanging limply, and he curled up quietly in Hang Xiutu's arms, like a piece of exquisite but fragile porcelain.

"Boom!" Hang Xiutu heard his heartbeat—it was extremely heavy.

Afterwards, after hearing a "bang", Hang Xiutu rushed out of the room with Hang Yang in his arms, his deep voice was almost tense: "Uncle Li, prepare the car! Go to the hospital immediately!"

"Little, young master!" Uncle Li was startled, panicked immediately, and was about to run this way.

"What are you panicking about!" Hang Xiutu's face darkened, and he immediately stopped him, "Heartbeat, breathing and body temperature are normal, nothing serious, hurry up and prepare the car!"

"Yes, yes! I'll go right away."

"Sister Zhang," Hang Xiutu turned to Sister Zhang who rushed out in a panic, "If Mom finds we're not there after coming back, tell her first that I'm just taking Hang Yang out for dinner, and just call me if you need something. Remember?"

Miss Zhang nodded hurriedly.

Hastily arranged, Hang Xiutu hugged Hang Yang tightly in his arms, his soft cheeks pressed against Hang Xiutu's chest, his cold skin gradually warmed up, but his brows were still tightly locked, occasionally sending out a little bit of fragmentation Weeping, as if trapped by some nightmare.

The driver at the door, Xiao Chen, has already rushed over in the car, Hang Xiutu put Hang Yang firmly in the back seat, and sat next to him.

The car was quiet and quiet, neither Xiao Chen nor Uncle Li dared to utter a word. This low-profile Audi was like a silent black beast, driving desperately in the direction of the hospital, with no idea of ​​tomorrow. How many fines do you have to pay.

Hang Xiutu turned his head to look at Hang Yang, put his hand on his still tightly locked eyebrows, and lightly brushed the scattered hair on Hang Yang's face, and sighed almost inaudibly.

"It's nothing serious." In the emergency room, the doctor adjusted his glasses.

Hearing "it's okay" from the doctor's mouth and falling to the ground, Hang Xiutu felt like a heavy weight hanging high in his heart fell steadily to the ground, and the tense shoulder and neck muscles finally relaxed slowly. At this moment, he suddenly felt a little Sour.

"Hypoglycemia and emotional stimulation." The doctor's sharp gaze was nailed to Hang Xiutu's body from behind the lens on the bridge of the nose. "It's not dangerous, but it doesn't mean you can ignore it. This child has been malnourished for a long time, and the family members must pay more attention. One is diet, one is to avoid emotional ups and downs."

The printer was buzzing, and the doctor's voice was muffled by the mask: "I'll be in the hospital for two days, and I'll take care of it. The family members should go through the formalities."

Uncle Li took it in a hurry, and couldn't stop saying, "It's fine, it's fine."

There was another burst of chaos, and it was almost 10 o'clock when I settled down in the ward.Hang Xiutu removed the scarf, mask and sunglasses that covered his face layer by layer, moved his half-stiff neck, and nodded to Uncle Li: "You have worked hard today. If my mother asks, please explain the situation to her. I am here Watch the night, and please arrange meals and a change of clothes for these two days."

"Second Young Master, I'm still here tonight..."

"Go back quickly, it's already so late," Hang Xiutu interrupted him, "I have to trouble you at home."

Uncle Li knew that he always said what he said, so he didn't refuse anymore, packed the luggage that Xiao Chen had just sent, and went back.

The ward was quiet, Hang Xiutu walked to Hang Yang's bed and sat down, he stared at his younger brother's sleeping face quietly, like a handsome stone sculpture.

There are still tears on Hang Yang's face, and the tails of his eyes are slightly red - he is really beautiful, and it is the kind of beauty that people can't help feeling sorry for.

The child was still wearing the fluffy white sweater, just wrapped in the quilt, probably because of the heat and the effect of the infusion, the face that was so white that it was almost transparent gradually turned a little bloody, Like a perfectly ripe apple, just quietly buried in the pillow, looking cute and pitiful,

Hang Xiutu stretched out his slender hand, and put Hang Yang's left hand, which was cold from the infusion, in the palm of his hand. His hand was one size smaller than his own, and he held it just in time.

The word "miracle" flashed in Hang Xiutu's mind, and he suddenly remembered what Hang Yang said to himself just now: meeting a destined role and then acting in it - this is the gift, luck and miracle of an exclusive actor.

The little brother's love for roles and performances is so innocent and pure, but he has been pulled and restrained by "audience popularity", "commercial benefits" and even "human relations" from time to time. He pressed his temple with one hand, closed his eyes slightly, An unspeakable sense of exhaustion suddenly appeared uncontrollably.

I don't know how long it took, Hang Xiutu stretched out his hand, touched Hang Yang's forehead lightly, and sighed softly: "You won."

Lu Qiu was drinking with someone outside, a large group of people were making noise and having fun, when the cell phone rang suddenly, it was Hang Xiutu.

The bad things that went back and forth with Hang Xiutu in the past two days suddenly flooded into his brain that was paralyzed by alcohol, and he cursed "Fuck!" at the screen on the spot, which shocked the people around him.

"Lu, Lu Gui, what's the matter?" the neighbor sat carefully asked with a smile.

"It's okay." Lu Qiu waved his hands angrily, "A little turtle who came to argue with me! Go ahead, I'll go out first."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, secretly wondering where the "little turtle grandson" got out, had the guts to challenge Lu Qiu, and looked at the phone in Lu Guidance's hand with a little bit of awe. Watching him disappear through the door.

"Hey!" Lu Qiu yelled at the phone in a thick voice, and with some alcohol, he spoke like firing a cannon, "What else do you want to say? I won't listen to nonsense!"

The smell of alcohol almost rushed towards the face along the call signal, Hang Xiutu frowned slightly, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and cut to the point: "I agree with Hang Yang to play Ye Zhang."

"Can I tell... what?" For a moment, Lu Qiu thought he was too drunk, hallucinated, and his voice became louder, "What the hell? Say it again and again?!"

Director Lu Da's drunken appearance is really not flattering, Hang Xiutu almost felt the soaring alcohol smoked him along the signal, frowned and took the phone away, too lazy to repeat nonsense to him: "But Hang Yang The time for entering the group must be postponed."

"Ah...ah?" Lu Qiu's drunken brain couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all.

Hang Xiutu looked at Hang Yang who was sleeping soundly on the bed through the small balcony and the glass door of the sick room, maybe he didn't even realize that his eyes, which always looked a little cold, were instantly mixed with a little softness: "His body is too Weak, need time to cultivate."

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In the next chapter, it’s time for Mom to come out and teach Dahang a lesson (light cigarette)