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

It was almost early morning after the filming of several scenes tonight. Chen Xu took a bowl of rice noodles and got into the RV with Hang Yang: "Mr. Xiao Hang, this is a special snack in M ​​City, do you want to try it?"

Hang Yang only shook his head, closed his eyes, and leaned his head on the seat.

I don't know if it's because of his makeup, but his face is extremely pale, and he is thin, and he is lying quietly on the seat in a large ancient costume, which makes people look frightened, as if he will shatter if touched lightly .

Chen Xu looked at this beautiful porcelain doll and felt more and more panicked. She was holding a bowl of rice noodles, and she didn't dare to speak too loudly: "Mr. Xiaohang? Eat two bites! The workload is already heavy, how can I be so old?" Hungry, the body can't hold it."

Hang Yang finally made a sound, his head moved slightly: "You eat it, I will definitely eat it tomorrow night."

Chen Xu wanted to persuade her again, but was interrupted by Hang Yang's warm voice: "Sorry, I'll take a break, please call me when you get to the hotel."

Probably because the exhaustion in his voice was too obvious, Chen Xu didn't have the heart to call him out anymore, and just nodded: "Yeah."

To be honest, Hang Yang’s acting is not only not bad, but he can pronounce words clearly and express emotions well. He is already considered an outstanding actor among actors of the same age, not to mention it is the "first time" to act formally. In the eyes of others, he can be said to be a genius Not too much.But in this crew, surrounded by god-level bosses, "upper average" and "good" don't mean compliments, or even a crime.

After Chen Xu sent Hang Yang back to the room, he worriedly asked him several times, poured him hot water, and then went back first.

It was already midnight, and the crew hurried back to rest. After a while, there was not much movement in the corridor.

With a sound of "click", Hang Yang's door suddenly opened gently.

He didn't change his clothes, and he didn't go downstairs from the elevator. Instead, he walked towards the emergency exit. He was dressed in a green robe like a small bird, and hurried downstairs.

Hang Yang walked to the back garden of the hotel alone. He sat down slowly behind a cluster of bushes and stared at a street lamp not far away in silence for a while.

——Then I was taken aback by a loud "Fuck" suddenly coming from behind!

Hang Yang's whole body was shocked, and he almost jumped up on conditioned reflex. When he turned around, he found a burly muscular man standing behind him shivering - isn't this Lin Huai? !

"Lin Coach?" Hang Yang turned his head slightly and asked tentatively.

Hearing his voice, Lin Huai slowly pulled back the three souls and seven souls, his voice was still trembling, and even broke several times: "Hang, Hang Yang? Hey, my God, what are you doing here in the middle of the night, your clothes are so dirty Don't change, you, do you know how scary you are!"

It could be seen that he was quite frightened, but he was still a little indescribably charming? !

Hang Yang really couldn't appreciate this cute contrast, so he simply looked away, hugged his legs as before, and shrank himself into a small "egg" again: "I'm here...to think about things."

Normal people want to come here?

Lin Huai's eyes looked like he saw a ghost. He confirmed again and again that this person was indeed Hang Yang, and that he had a shadow, breath, and warmth, and then sat down beside him tremblingly: "I, my legs are numb, take a rest."

Different from the thoughtful politeness in peacetime, Hang Yang just sat without saying a word today, without saying "um".

Only then did Lin Huai realize "keenly": This child has something on his mind!

He coughed, and began to talk to himself to bring up the topic: "I was just caught by the road guide and worked as a coolie for a day. Your crew is outrageous. Why did you suddenly change the schedule? Isn't it difficult for the community? No one scolded me Is it?"

Hang Yang raised his head slightly: "the assistant director has something to do."

Then he stopped talking.

Lin Huai gritted his teeth in his heart, while silently saying "This is the father of the past sponsor, and he may also be the father of the future sponsor", and continued: "I was supposed to leave after you joined the crew, but the crew gave me a I don’t know why the hotel has been extended until today. I thought, such a good hotel can’t be wasted! Who knows, just stay for two more days and have to work a lot...”

He was not in vain, and finally heard a chuckle, Hang Yang raised his face buried in his arms slightly: "It would be great if people in the entertainment circle are as stable as your character."

Lin Huai: "..."

This little brat.

He gritted his teeth in his heart again, and asked along the slightly opened words: "In a bad mood?"

After a few seconds of pause, Hang Yang finally made a move. He stretched out a hand in front of him, and looked at the dim street lamp through his fingers——it is winter now, and there are not even moths around the lamp, and even more Look lonely: "It's not that I'm in a bad mood, but I'm a little disappointed in myself."

"?" Lin Huai was taken aback, "No, when I finished work tonight, I heard two staff members complimenting you in private, sometimes saying that you can endure hardship, and sometimes saying that you are good at acting. People can say it, after so many years , you are the first newcomer who doesn't get scolded by the road guide on the first day."

Hang Yang was silent for a while: "It's not bad, it's not good enough. The road guide put me under so much pressure to let me parachute the male second, not for a 'not bad' Ye Zhang."

"You—?" Lin Huai was stunned for a moment. He couldn't understand such a harsh self-demanding standard. Isn't this purely against himself!

The two were silent for a while, and it was Lin Huai who coughed lightly and broke the silence first: "You must not know, when I first saw you, I felt like a young man in the greenhouse, white and clean Just like that, that, newborn milk cat."

Hang Yang whispered: "I know."

Lin Huai stumbled, and continued as if he hadn't heard it: "But I really didn't expect you to endure hardships so much. The key is that you don't complain to others after suffering hardships. You can't tell that you are a baby."

"I'm so exhausted after training every day that I still want to watch your brother act. Sometimes you stand on the set for hours when there is no place to sit, and when your legs are numb, you stand against the pillar and don't say a word," Lin Huai's eyes widened. He's getting gentler and gentler, compared with his burly figure, it really has the meaning of "tough man tenderness", "I just chatted with the crew Xiao Wang, and said that you are also in the slapping scene, and it is not vague at all. He is afraid just by looking at it. "

"According to my experience, a person like you who is willing to work hard will definitely succeed in what he wants to do."

Hang Yang was stunned for a moment, he didn't know that his silent efforts would be seen by so many people, so to speak... It seems that he just joined the team for two days, and most of the staff around him have an attitude towards him as an "airborne soldier" It has improved a lot.

"Let's talk again!" Lin Huai pushed his hands back, raised his head, and said in a more serious tone, "Why are you... so thoughtful? Who wants you to live so carefully and meticulously? Still 'Lu Daoding' With such a lot of pressure, you are not airborne as the male second because of a pretty good Ye Zhang', no, I can open up and say! This is something his director should consider, why does he ask you to act like a newcomer? Hang Xiutu is just as good?!"

He clapped his hands together, and the more he spoke, the more righteous indignation filled him: "Isn't this outrageous!"

"Besides, you are too self-conscious. He didn't even have a clear standard. If you insist on demanding yourself like this, are you tired—oh shit!"

He suddenly yelled out, which startled Hang Yang again.

"You, why are you always startled?" Hang Yang was suffocated by his shouting, he pressed his temple with one hand and shook his head, his heart beating wildly.

Lin Huai suddenly stammered subtly: "No, it's okay, I read it wrong, so what, my legs are numb, I need to get up and move around a little bit!"

Before he finished speaking, he quickly got up, and trotted back a few steps.

Hang Yang froze for a moment, always felt a little strange, and whispered to himself: "Why does it look like someone chased him away..."

The surroundings quickly disappeared, and Hang Yang buried his face in his arms again. The wind on the December night was really not mild, and the chilly air made Hang Yang's bare skin tremble physiologically, but He just doesn't want to go back.

It may not have been more than a few minutes, but Hang Yang heard footsteps behind him again. Along with the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, he felt someone sitting cross-legged beside him.

"So fast." Hang Yang didn't raise his head, his voice was a bit muffled.

But unlike Lin Huai's usual chatty style, he only heard a short "um".

Hang Yang was silent for a few seconds, then raised his face: "You just said that the road guide shouldn't demand me with my brother's standards."

He paused: "It's not like that, it's what I want to demand of myself."

There was a sudden sound next to "哗啦", probably because Lin Huai was shocked by this bold statement.

"I must play Ye Zhang well. I walked over with such thoughts, determination and courage," Hang Yang turned his head and his voice softened, "But the moment I met my brother's eyes, I understood that now I It can't be that perfect."

The people next to him still didn't respond, but Hang Yang seemed to have a never-before-seen desire to talk at this specific time and place. He continued to speak, his tone was rational at first glance, but it was full of blazing enthusiasm like moths flying to a flame : "I, can't reach that technology."

"But I still want to play the most perfect Ye Zhang, not just for the road guide, but for every... audience who will question me after hearing my name," he unconsciously squeezed A blade of grass at hand, "I still give it to myself."

"Do I have any 'weapons' that the current Hang Xiutu doesn't have?" He tilted his head slightly, looking at his small back with a sense of loneliness and courage, "I think so."

The time rewinds to half an hour ago.

On the set that just finished, the road guide was still watching the playback on the monitor over and over again, his brows were furrowed extremely tightly.

Standing beside him, Hang Xiutu didn't seem to have any plans to go back. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke first: "Actually, Hang Yang did a good job."

"Did I go to such great lengths to bring your brother here because of a 'not bad Ye Zhang'?" Lu Qiu rolled his eyes at him, "Today's performance, yes, cry when you should cry , Laugh when it’s time to laugh, isn’t this just a job? Then I can just pick one of the beautiful actors of the right age, tune|teach and tune|teach, and they can perform pretty well. Why do I have to be a little-known actor’ Hang Yang' huh?"

He clapped his hands on the table "bang bang": "I want him to fulfill a unique Ye Zhang!"

Hang Xiutu frowned: "His image and temperament are in line with the character's image—"

"Yes! His image and temperament are clearly in line with him, and the children also have spiritual energy. These are all bonus items, but there is only one thing missing, the most important thing." Lu Qiu stared at Hang Xiutu, "He is now I haven't thought of myself as Ye Zhang yet."

"What do you mean?" Hang Xiutu's face darkened a little bit, showing a clear expression, "Then what's your next step? Do you want to persuade him to continue to play Ye Zhang outside the play?"

Lu Qiu didn't speak, but silence can explain many problems.

The air pressure in Hang Xiutu's body was soaring, and the dark robe on his body had not been changed, which made him feel even more oppressive: "This is impossible, don't even think about it."

"Hang Yang's extraordinary ability of empathy is his trump card, especially for tragedies," Lu Qiu said faster and faster, "I thought he would be able to show it as soon as he joined the group, but now I find that it doesn't seem to be the case. , he needs a little guidance."

Hang Xiutu almost laughed angrily: "Teacher Wen Yuan just helped him adjust a little bit of this problem—"

"What's wrong?" Lu Qiu also slapped the table and stood up, and the two men were at war with each other, "You tell me that the experiential school's deductive method is wrong? You kid has the ability to talk directly to Stanislavsky [1] directly?!"

"The experiential school is the situation where the technology is not up to the mark, and the body and mind are overdrawn to perform the role——"

"Heh! The industry hasn't come up with something for what it is, but you're here to say it with certainty?"

Lu Qiu patted the table again: "I want you to act in an experiential way, can you do it?"

Hang Xiutu was choked up.

"This is talent! This is fucking talent!" Lu Qiu slapped the pitiful little wooden table next to him loudly, "What's the 'skill not up to'...I still despise you for your acting skills and lack of aura! As far as your role has been in the past few years, yes, the technology is awesome and to the extreme, you can understand the "method school", but do you still know how to write the word "creativity"?"

Hang Xiutu: "..."

""Zhi Hua Gai" is a rare and good work. An actor can play such a charming and different role in such a crew for a lifetime. This is a fucking chance!" A sentence seemed to come out of his throat, "What do you think you are doing? You are killing the vitality of an actor, do you know that!"

Lu Qiu continued to shoot at Hang Xiutu, his mouth was like a machine gun that kept firing, but Hang Xiutu gradually couldn't hear what he was saying.

On the contrary, he suddenly remembered Hang Yang's teary face, and remembered the night when he desperately begged himself to play Ye Zhang.

Hang Xiutu seemed to suddenly open the perspective of God, and "watched" what happened during this period of time again, and then he suddenly realized that he seemed to have been making decisions for Hang Yang.

Is my experience all the time correct?Obviously, not necessarily.

Just like between the "experiential school" and the "method school", which one is better, this is not something that one person can make a conclusion at all...

Then—why should he choose life for Hang Yang?

"It's all up to Hang Yang himself." Hang Xiutu suddenly said softly.

Lu Qiu was about to enter the stage of cursing, when he heard Hang Xiutu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly speak, he didn't stop the brake for a moment, and was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"You are not allowed to deliberately guide, and I will not deliberately block it." Hang Xiutu looked at Lu Qiu, his tone was not heavy, but every word was loud, "Hang Yang can perform whatever he wants to perform."

Lu Qiu thought he heard it wrong: "What?"

"Do you know why I suddenly agreed with Hang Yang to play Ye Zhang that night?" Hang Xiutu said lightly.

Lu Qiu was stunned again, why did he jump back so long ago suddenly: "Why?"

"It was Hang Yang who insisted on taking this role, and even got himself into the hospital."

Lu Qiu was stunned: "..."

Hang Xiutu slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the hotel: "He is far more determined and thoughtful than I thought, and far more powerful than you imagined."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without dragging his feet.

Lu Qiu quickly came back to his senses, and shouted behind him: "Well, that can't just act as he wants, he is a rookie actor, why should he!"

Hang Xiutu turned around: "Because he is my younger brother."

Lu Qiu: "*&*#￥&!"

It was purely a coincidence that Hang Xiutu heard the conversation between Lin Huai and Hang Yang in the back garden of the hotel.

After Lin Huai found himself, he quickly withdrew with a wink, and he sat back to where Lin Huai had just been without saying a word. Hang Yang didn't notice that the person had changed, and Hang Xiutu didn't remind him, but listened to him quietly.

When he heard Hang Yang say: "I must play the most perfect Ye Zhang."

Hang Xiutu suddenly had a moment of enlightenment, and a thought popped up: let him go, maybe Hang Yang will become an outstanding actor better than himself.

So he finally said: "Well, you can."

Hang Yang's body stiffened in an instant, his head was raised suddenly, and he turned around tremblingly: "Brother..."

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew past, Hang Yang gasped, his conditioned reflex shook, and his small body tensed up.

A warm coat "falls from the sky" and wraps Hang Yang up. This is the second time he has smelled that very light cedar fragrance, and for a moment, he is so dazed.

A deep voice rang in my ears: "According to your own ideas."

Hang Yang seemed a little unbelievable, staring at those familiar light brown eyes, suddenly couldn't say anything.

The two of them didn't mention acting anymore, they just looked at each other quietly.

Hang Xiutu was only wearing a pure black turtleneck sweater, with a calm expression on his face, and a pair of slender hands moved on Hang Yang's body, closing tightly the places that might be ventilated.

Hang Yang suddenly buried the lower half of his face in the collar of his coat, his long eyelashes drooped and then lifted quickly, his big smart eyes looked left and right, like a frightened deer.

"Brother." He lowered his head and whispered.

"The beating scene filmed yesterday?" Hang Yang felt his brother's hand on top of his head, rubbed it lightly, and Hang Xiutu's voice softened, "Does it hurt?"

Hang Yang raised his head suddenly, his eyes turned red, and he said in a crying voice, "It hurts."

He told everyone "it doesn't hurt" and "it's okay", and he almost believed it when he said too much, but here, in front of this person, all the fortresses that pretended to be strong were completely defeated.

Hang Xiutu gave his hand a pause, then moved down along the sideburns, and caressed Hang Yang's side face. His face was so small that it seemed that it could be easily held in the palm of his hand.

Hang Xiutu's thumb lightly brushed the wet corners of his eyes, and his words seemed to blame, but his tone was so gentle that he didn't like himself: "Why are you crying again?"

Hang Yang tore off his coat at once, plunged into Hang Xiutu's arms, choked up so much that he could hardly speak a complete sentence: "I, I obviously don't want to, as soon as I get in front of Li..."

This embrace was so firm and warm that he instantly forgot the coldness of early winter.

Hang Yang felt a hand gently pat on his head, and then Hang Xiutu's voice sounded: "Well, just cry in front of me."

Maybe because he was cold, tired and hungry, and couldn't sleep well for two consecutive days, his whole body suddenly relaxed, and Hang Yang suddenly felt sleepy. He dazedly grabbed Hang Xiutu's sweater, and Hang Xiutu stretched his hand under his knee, It's easy to pick people up.

Hang Yang's consciousness is not very clear, he only knows to press his face tightly against his brother's warm chest, and only occasionally weeps unconsciously in his dream.

Hang Xiutu pulled up his coat, trying to cover the little dumpling in his arms as tightly as possible.

At two o'clock in the morning, there was no one outside the hotel, except for the dozing security guard.

Holding Hang Yang in his arms, Hang Xiutu walked slowly from the dark back garden into the lights of the city.