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

Hang Xiutu's voice came in steadily from outside the door: "Tomorrow, we will shoot No.30 for seven scenes..."

But Hang Yang's mind was a little confused.

This scene often appeared in the comic strips I read when I was a child: a villain jumped out of the protagonist’s head on the left and right sides, and the two voices argued endlessly, and even tangled together, making the brain into a mess.

—Exactly the same as his state at this moment.

The voice on his left is full of noisy thoughts: I haven't grasped the feeling, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with my brother's play, with my current level...

The voice on his right is much simpler. To put it bluntly, it is a loop of a sentence: I can play with Hang Xiutu, I can play with Hang Xiutu...

The voice outside the door stopped, then suddenly softened, and finally fell on a superficial sentence: "Don't be nervous, rest early."

It took Hang Yang a little while to recover from a lot of chaotic emotions, and tremblingly opened the door: Of course, there was no one outside the door.

This night's ice compress was very effective. When he got up the next morning, Hang Yang's back was not swollen. He endured a little pain and quickly put on his clothes, and hurried to the door. Unexpectedly, when he opened it, he was panting Chen Xu who was just about to knock on the door.

Chen Xu was stunned for a second, then quickly took out his mobile phone, and said, "crackling" like a machine gun fired: "Mr. Xiaohang! The new shooting schedule was just sent at 5:51 in the morning. I'm really sorry. I just saw it when I woke up, you said why didn't they know to call me—"

"It's okay, it's okay," Hang Yang hurriedly stopped her to continue "witty words", "I already know, and I recited it in advance last night."

"Also, because of the follow-up preparations, the filming started at night..."

"I know this too." Hang Yang nodded, "Notify me that I saw it."

Chen Xu let out a long sigh of relief, paused, and slapped his forehead again: "Mr. Xiaohang, your injury—"

Hang Yang quickly interrupted her again, stretched out his hands and pressed down, motioning her to lower her voice: "It's okay, the cold compress is very effective."

"That's good, that's good." Chen Xu clutched his chest, and finally relaxed from the tense state.

In the evening, on the nanny car to the set, Hang Yang was still reading the script over and over again, but he always felt that someone's gaze fell on him, either unintentionally or intentionally.

When he looked up, he saw Chen Xu pretending to be nonchalant and looking away, but he was caught.

Hang Yang: "..."

Chen Xu: "..."

"Sister Xu," Hang Yang put the script on his knees together, looking at the indescribable obedience, "what's the matter?"

"Uh, uh, what?" Chen Xu couldn't think of an excuse to fool the past for a while, so he simply gritted his teeth, "I feel like you are very experienced in being beaten. You are so cute, but your parents can do it ..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally fell silent, her eyes flicked back and forth, with a guilty conscience on her face.

Hang Yang didn't expect her to care about this so much, he laughed out loud, and the uneasiness that was suppressed by force seemed to be relieved for a moment.

He looked at Chen Xu with bright eyes, and his face was sincere: "What's the use of being cute, my parents don't slap me when they slap me."

This statement is really unreasonable at first glance, but it is irrefutable when you think about it carefully.

Chen Xu was told to turn off the fire, so he found out the thermos cup in his bag and handed it over: "Mr. Xiaohang, I think you eat too little dinner. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it, so I brought something you like." Banana milk."

"Thank you, sister Xu." Hang Yang took it with a smile. He put down the script he had already mastered by heart and looked out the window: he was getting closer and closer to the set.

When Hang Yang got off the car, the set and prop teachers were already busy with work. Many people in the crew had huge dark circles under their eyes. It seemed that they were called up to work in the middle of the night last night.

The crowd was huge, it was almost night, and the light was poor, but Hang Yang didn't even need to look for it, he saw that particularly eye-catching man——Hang Xiutu.

He took a second look, only to find that the road guide was standing next to Hang Xiutu, and he was waving his nimble hands in the air while he was talking.

Hang Xiutu remained silent all the time, only saying "um" very occasionally.

——The two seem to be discussing things.

Hang Yang forcibly stepped forward with his legs that were numb due to nervousness, pushed aside the flow of people and walked over: "Guide Lu, Mr. Hang, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long."

"Bad," Lu Dao smiled and waved his hands, "It's just that I wake up early when I'm old."

Hang Xiutu glanced at him coolly.

The road guide clapped his hands as if nothing had happened: "Come on, you guys hurry up to make up and change clothes, let's do the show first!"

Hang Yang's heart trembled again, he glanced at Hang Xiutu cautiously, then quickly looked back, and swallowed quietly: "En."

The so-called play, it is not difficult to discuss the position and reaction without getting emotionally involved.Lu Qiu didn't like to impose too many restrictions on the actors during the acting stage, so he didn't talk much, and let the two of them discuss among themselves.

But it happened that Hang Xiutu was not very talkative, and Hang Yang didn't dare to speak, so he said almost in a few words.

After a moment of silence, the two of them looked at Lu Qiu at the same time, the meaning in their eyes was quite obvious: let's get started!

Yo, quite a tacit understanding.

The corners of Lu Qiu's mouth curled up, and he uttered the loudspeaker: "Come on, take your seats, let's get formal."

The staff hurriedly evacuated outside, and the camera teacher was in place quickly.

Hang Yang turned his head and watched the movement around him quietly, his hands under his wide sleeves trembled slightly.

Suddenly, he felt something pressing on his neckline. When Hang Yang turned his head, he was facing Shang Hang Xiutu's face that was suddenly approaching, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

"The knot is loose." Hang Xiutu only said four words briefly, and his slender fingers fluttered on Hang Yang's chest.

Hang Yang's eyes fell on his side face with his head down, and then quickly moved away. His beautiful and thick eyelashes kept shaking, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Hang Xiutu tied the knot, straightened it lightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't think about anything, just look at me."

Hang Yang paused for a moment, and suddenly felt that the noise around him became lighter: "Mmm!"

"Action!"

In the middle of the night, a house slave was walking on the promenade with a lantern, and the huge palace was in darkness, with only the dim yellow candlelight of the lantern.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that there is another person behind the house slave, dressed in a pure black robe, almost blending into the night.

The house slave suddenly stopped outside a room, clapped "Dong Dong, Dong Dong, Dong Dong" twice, and after knocking regularly, the door opened.

He rushed to the man in black robe behind him to bless him, turned around and left with the lamp in his hand.He didn't say a single word during the whole process, and didn't even raise his head, like a wandering spirit floating in the palace.

The man in black entered the room and closed the door. He put down his hood, revealing a handsome and elegant face, but his face was terribly pale.

Hang Yang covered his mouth and nose with his hands, coughed twice in a very suppressed manner, and said with a little panting in his voice: "I have seen His Royal Highness."

A candle was ignited in the dark room, illuminating Hang Xiutu's perfect face.

The young prince put down the flint casually. His long hair was loose and he only wore a pure black jacket. He went to the wooden chair behind the desk and sat down casually: "I said before, you don't need to call yourself a slave when there is no one else."

Hang Yang was overwhelmed by Hang Xiutu's aura for a moment. He knew the rainbow farts about Hang Xiutu on the Internet: "Professional emperor", "naturally born nobleman"... In short, no matter how exaggerated, but no matter what, there is no such thing as a face-to-face conversation. big sex.He lowered his head uncontrollably: "Don't dare to violate the dignity, a slave is a slave."

Unexpectedly, Lu Qiu outside the camera suddenly shouted to stop.

Hang Yang clenched his palms tightly, anxiously watching Lu Qiu approach with the script: "Guide Lu."

Lu Qiu pointed at Hang Xiutu: "Are you afraid of him?"

"I..." Hang Yang was a little confused.

Hang Xiutu also got up from the stool, he didn't interrupt, just watched quietly with his arms folded.

"Why do you think Ye Zhang is afraid of He?" Lu Qiu asked again.

Hang Yang still can't tell why.

"The status of these two people is indeed very different. On the surface, Ye Zhang, a young eunuch, should be weak and humble in front of Prince Anping, but if you only highlight the superficial layer, do you think the character is plump? ?”

Hang Yang: "..."

"Think about Ye Zhang's background, his courage and skill," Lu Qiu clapped the script in his hand, "Even if he is a slave and a handmaiden, bowing his knees in the palace, the two are still equal in a certain sense."

Lu Qiu lowered his voice: "You have to understand that he always has a sense of pride in his heart. I have said many times that Ye Zhang's characters always have a sense of composure."

"Give you a moment to think about it and digest it."

Hang Yang tried his best to clear up his messy mind. He loosened and clenched his five fingers repeatedly, loosened his stiff shoulders and neck, and said "calmly, calmly and calmly" over and over again in his heart, took two deep breaths, and signaled to the road guide that he could continued.

Do it again, and come to this position again——

Hang Xiutu sat down leisurely: "I said, you don't need to call yourself a slave when there is no one else."

Hang Yang lowered his eyes: "No one dares to disobey, a slave is a slave."

"Have you been transferred to the Imperial Palace?"

"Yes."

Hang Xiutu nodded: "There will be more eyes staring at you from now on, so be careful."

"Your Highness reminded me, the servant will keep it in mind."

"Calling you over today is a risky thing. Naturally, there are things that must be entrusted and clarified in person." Hang Xiutu took out a kit from his sleeve and put it lightly on the table. He looked at Hang Yang, seeing the slightly dancing candlelight Reflected on the side face, half of the whole person is immersed in light and half in darkness.

"come over."

Hang Yang went to the table and knelt down respectfully: "I would like to follow His Highness's dispatch."

A few seconds later, Luqiu's voice fell: "Ka."

Only then did Hang Yang get up slowly from the ground. His hands and feet were shaking a little, and he didn't make much effort.A strong hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and lifted it up gently. When Hang Yang raised his head, he met Shang Hang Xiutu's eyes.

He couldn't see the emotions in those eyes clearly, and he didn't know if there was any disappointment in them, so he felt even more ashamed.

Hang Yang lowered his head: "thank you."

Lu Qiu hasn't spoken yet, but Hang Yang knows that he acted badly - at least no matter how sick Ye Zhang himself is, he will never be weak when the lord gets up.

There is no need for others to remind, Hang Yang has realized: I... I can't stand my brother's play.

His mind was numb, and cold sweats broke out in bursts. The makeup teacher over there hurried over to help him touch up the makeup: "Mr. Xiaohang, is it hot? Why are you sweating so much?"

Hang Yang felt ashamed and could only force a smile: "It's okay."

Finally, Lu Qiu, who had been silent in front of the monitor for a long time, spoke out. Just like yesterday, he didn't reprimand, or even say anything, just nodded: "One more guarantee."

But Hang Yang just felt that this made him more uncomfortable than throwing the script in his face and scolding him.

The author has something to say:

When I wrote this part and remembered to do the experiment, the teacher was staring at me, making myself nervous (laughs)