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

Yang De is a paparazzi, very professional.

He had a stomach upset today, and went to the hospital to see a doctor. Who knew that he pressed the wrong floor number on the elevator, and after walking around in area B, he realized that he had gone to the wrong department completely.

Yang De was muttering about why he was so unlucky today, cursing and trying to go back to the elevator, when he looked up, he suddenly saw "Hang Xiutu"'s face flashing away.

Hang, Xiu, Tu? ! !

Yang De was shocked on the spot, and based on his years of professional habits, he dodged to the nearest corner. At the same time, he turned on his mobile phone camera and voice recorder very smoothly.

The distance is not too close, he vaguely heard the movement over there, it seems that a little girl is calling something "Teacher Hang".

grandma's...

Yang De squinted his eyes and wiped his face, then slowly came back to his senses: Teacher Hang!It's really that Hang Xiutu!The unstained fairy on TV!Did you really let yourself meet today? !

He forgot the pain in his stomach in an instant, and all his thoughts were on the movement over there.

Yang De tidied up his clothes, quickly pretended to be an ordinary patient, and passed away casually with his pockets in his hands. Who knew that Hang Xiutu walked too fast, leaving only a hurried back of him.

Yang De secretly scolded his mother in his heart, but when he looked up at the name of the department, he almost blurted out "Fuck".

——This year’s Ching Ming Festival must kowtow twice more in front of the ancestral grave. Thank you for your blessings. I, Yang De, will finally be prosperous!

He touched a few recording pens and pinhole cameras that he always had with him, and almost laughed out loud.

Hang Yang lived at home for more than a month.

When they went back, both Hang Sui and Hang Xiuyuan had left home to go abroad, and their mother was busy, and Hang Yang had no exercise and acting classes to pass the time, and the big home seemed more and more cold and empty.

At first, Hang Yang was tortured by an indescribable intuition. Day and night, he was immersed in a sense of crisis that was about to be exposed, and he would even wake up suddenly from his sleep trembling in cold sweat, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality for a while. , In the pain of no one to talk to, they are in constant fear.

Until Hang Yang received the first letter from Hang Xiutu——

I don’t know if it’s because of the “bad habits” of Hang Sui, the head of the Hang family. He doesn’t like to call or send messages. He always likes to use a slightly restrained but poetic way to bridge the sense of distance——send letters, the frequency is about once a week Enclosed is a photo of the scenery and a few words, most of which are "don't read when you are safe", which seems to be perfunctory, but it is actually quite troublesome and thoughtful.

Hang Yang still remembers the first letter. He opened the envelope tremblingly, and there was only a thin photo inside. It was a picture of a desert, holding a handful of yellow sand in a slender white hand.

On the back is Hang Xiutu's elegant words: [Pick it up in the desert, give it to my brother, hope to see you]

Hang Yang forgot what he was thinking when he saw this line of words. He only remembered that he was laughing when he came to his senses, and he slept much better since then.

His boring life is a little hopeful again, Hang Yang will pay more attention to the mailbox at the door of his house than anyone else.

Almost naturally, Hang Yang began to sneak into Hang Xiutu's bedroom, looked at his bookshelf that occupied an entire wall, sneaked out with a few old books, and sat by the window in Hang Xiutu's favorite living room In the tea seat, melt a little warm sun in the winter into a cup of hot coffee in your hand, and drink it leisurely while reading a book.

He is like a child who has not yet grown up, and in this way, he misses someone who is still far away in a panic.

Finally, there is someone in the last photo sent by Hang Xiutu: it was sent through WeChat. In the photo, Hang Xiutu is holding a bouquet of flowers and standing on a grassland. It seems to be darker. It seems that the natural cold white skin can't withstand the ultraviolet rays of the grassland. , Hang Yang looked at the phone and chuckled.

He typed word by word in the input box: Congratulations brother [Sahua][Sahua][Sahua]

A few seconds later, Hang Xiutu replied: I will go back in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, see you then

Hang Yang: See you at the finale [grin]

Hang Xiutu: Yes

Hang Yang clenched his mobile phone tightly, put it on his chest unconsciously, and looked out the window quietly. It has been a month, and everything seems to be calm, but he suddenly has an indescribable restlessness.

Two days later, the crew booked a show at the Yangfan Hotel, and the finale banquet was already arranged.

It's just that the weather is not good today, and it has been raining continuously outside. Hang Yang lay on the window sill of the living room, staring outside for half an afternoon.

After a while, he suddenly turned to Uncle Li: "Please call Uncle Chen for me."

Uncle Li was taken aback: "Young master, it's... it's still half an afternoon before dinner time."

Hang Yang smiled: "I just feel that I'm too busy at home, and I want Uncle Chen to drive me around casually, just go for a drive along the river."

"Oh, okay, please wait a moment, young master."

Almost at the same time, at 3:27 p.m., Hang Xiutu got on the plane back to City W. He turned off his cell phone and closed his eyes to rest his mind, enjoying the rare peace that he hadn't seen in months.

3:51 -

An article titled "The New Year's Eve Show in the Entertainment Industry!Hang Xiutu's "fake younger brother" airborne the male second! "'s article blasted the Internet in just half an hour. The author is full of pictures and texts, with excellent writing skills, and every word and sentence is extremely provocative.

#People who get something for nothing don’t end well—the ancestors sincerely don’t deceive me#

#Who is Hang Yang#

#"Zhi Hua Gai" was abandoned before it was broadcast#

#Road guide team so easy to advance#

#Mom watch TV dramas are drawn from life#

Five hot searches in a row went viral on Weibo, the programmer scolded his mother and ate melons, desperately trying to maintain the precarious server from crashing.

Xiao Chen was driving on the road aimlessly. Suddenly, the person in the back seat said, "Uncle Chen, let me down."

The driver's head was full of question marks: "Well, young master, there's nothing interesting around here, and it's raining outside..."

Hang Yang's voice hardened in a rare way: "let me get out of the car."

Xiao Chen had never seen the young master angry before, so he immediately turned cold: "Okay, okay. Then I'll wait for you here, or..."

"You go home and don't worry about me."

"But the wrap-up banquet tonight—"

"I said don't worry about me."

Cold sweat dripped down Xiao Chen's back, he quickly pulled over and put the young master down.

Hang Yang put on a mask, and he looked around at the people around him: City W has a high population density, has developed extremely fast in recent years, has many young people, and is a city full of vigor.

Soon, these people will see these articles, trending searches, sarcasm and abuse from the Internet, and they will laugh, like or attach a few sarcasm.

Soon, I became everyone's talking point after dinner - a sparrow who fell from a branch, overwhelmed and wishful thinking.

Hang Yang thought about, if Hang Xiutu really found out everything, in what way would he announce it.

Inform parents?Interview yourself?

But Hang Yang did not expect that the truth would suddenly explode in front of the world in such a tragic form.

He suddenly remembered the postcards that said "Don't read when you are safe". Would such a person castrate his precarious dignity in this way like treating an enemy?

But the facts seem to be irrefutable and unquestionable in front of Hang Yang - this is obviously a secret that only Hang Xiutu may know.

Hang Yang stood in the rush of people holding an umbrella, and even the raindrops fell in a hurry, only he stood there, he was not angry, he even forgot to be sad, he was only at a loss.

He suddenly remembered the ending of "Hang Yang" in the original book: "Hang Yang" died in a dilapidated rental house, and the neighbors called the police to find the body. At that time, there were only a few pieces of moldy bread left by the bedside.

Maybe some people are born clowns.

Hang Yang twitched the corners of his lips with self-deprecation, he threw the expensive umbrella at home into the street, turned off the vibrating mobile phone, raised his collar, and rushed into the crowd alone .

Lan Xinrong was in a panic, and there was a banging sound on the desk: "Can't you fucking get in touch with Hang Xiutu? Tang Yi!"

The secretary broke out in a cold sweat: "They're all shutting down, I'll keep typing!"

"Stop calling!" Lan Xinrong slammed the document on the table with a "bang", "I'll call Lu Qiu directly!"

Someone from the side hurried in: "Brother Lan, I got the detailed itinerary of the crew! Teacher Hang should be on the plane back to W City! I guess, I guess it will be five or six o'clock..."

Lan Xinrong could almost see circles of steam rising from his head: "When this grandson gets the call, the day lily will be cold!"

A few more people rushed in: "Brother Lan, the investor side is in a mess, and our department's phone is about to explode..."

"Brother Lan, there are people rushing in the new world..."

"Brother Blue..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Lan Xinrong flipped the table over, and he had the aura of a gangster all over his body, "Don't wait for Hang Xiutu, everyone will follow my instructions from now on!"

"Yes!"

The atmosphere was already tense, but at this moment, two more ladies in suits and leather shoes walked into Lan Xinrong's office gracefully.

Lan Xinrong's already messed up brain almost exploded, and he kicked the legs of the table lying across his feet loudly, his whole body was full of evil spirits: "What are you doing here again?"

At the moment when our company's employees dared not speak, the two strangers who came to visit still kept smiling decently, moved freely and spoke fluently: "Hello, we are the people sent by Mr. Yu Ranyu to contact you."

Lan Xinrong frowned: "Yu..."

One person continued to add: "For Mr. Yu, there may be an identity that is easier for you to understand. She is the mother of the two teachers of your company, Hang Xiutu and Hang Yang."

Lan Xinrong opened his mouth a little bit, and stared at the person in front of him who continued to say: "Mr. Yu instructed that you don't need to intervene. We will take full responsibility at this time."

The audience was silent for a few seconds, and then boiled on the spot——

Lan Xinrong suddenly entered an inexplicable state of emptiness. He and Hang Xiutu had worked so hard for so long that they had almost forgotten that there was the strongest backer behind them—the Hang family.

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