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

Although it is already April, it is cold this year and the cherry blossoms are still in bloom. Hang Xiutu has been away from home for a long time, so he almost missed it.

"When the cherry blossoms bloom, let's go home and have a look."

——Hang Yang's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Hang Xiutu immediately turned his head and stared at the light red spot, but he didn't know if it was because the old streetlights were too weak to see the faint flowers and trees that just flashed in front of his eyes.

Is it just an illusion?

Hang Xiutu hurriedly parked the car on the side of the road, and out of an almost indescribable speculation, he hurried out of the car.

The sky was gloomy at the moment, the road along the river was not busy, and it became more and more silent as we walked in, and we didn't see a single person for a long time. Hang Xiutu took off his mask and sunglasses, and walked into the small fence alone.

He pushed aside the dry grass and trees, and the more he walked in, the quieter he became. Although he was still in the city, he was miraculously isolated from all the noise of cars and horses.

Will Hang Yang be here?

Hang Xiutu's slender hands were terribly cold. He continued to take two steps forward. Through the rows of dead branches, he finally saw the blush again.

That's a cherry tree, a real cherry tree!It's not his illusion!

As if he had finally pinched the tail of a thin needle in the vast sea, Hang Xiutu could hardly hold back the excitement that gushed out of his heart. He hurriedly pushed away the dead branches and leaves around him, and he didn't even notice that the back of his hand was scratched. Hastily rushed under the tree--

Someone, really someone.

Hang Xiutu recognized that white sweater, with soft fluff on the outside and a furry hat attached to it. Hang Yang likes to wear it to act like a baby with himself or his mother, and likes to wrap his arms around his fluffy sleeves.

This is his cunning thought - after all, who can resist such fluffy balls?

In my memory, Bai Tuanzi squatted under the tree, unbelievably quiet.

Hang Xiutu looked at his back, obviously found someone, but for the first time in his life, he tasted what it was like to have his heart cut and crushed bit by bit.

He rushed over almost in a panic and hugged Hang Yang:

cold, too cold

Those slender hands were tightly wrapped into the palms of Hang Xiutu, they were terribly cold, as if they couldn't be warm no matter how warm they were.

He heard his slightly trembling voice, shouting "Hang Yang", "Yang Yang" and "Xiao Yang" over and over again in a panic and disorderly manner... He didn't know what he was shouting, but he insisted on calling in Hang Yang. Yang yelled one after another in a low voice, using this method to repeatedly confirm the lost and recovered treasure in his arms.

Hang Yang was almost rubbed into his arms by Hang Xiutu, I don't know how long it took before Hang Yang regained consciousness, his slightly out-of-focus eyes slowly moved to the face of the person behind him: "Brother?"

"Yes, it's brother," Hang Xiutu tried his best to gently hold Hang Yang's hand, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, brother is here, brother is here to take you home."

But Hang Yang stared at Hang Xiutu's face for a few seconds as if he didn't hear it, and suddenly giggled: "Fake."

Hang Xiutu's heart seemed to be pricked with a needle.

"It's all fake." Hang Yang wrapped his arms around his calf, as if talking to himself.

"Nothing is fake," Hang Xiutu held Hang Yang's face like holding a handful of fragile light, "Yang Yang, tell brother, why are you here?"

"Because, because," Hang Yang's eyes were chaotic for a while, and clear for a while, his thin hands tremblingly supported the trunk of the cherry tree beside him, "because I have an appointment with an important person."

He murmured, "He seems to have forgotten, but I remember."

"So when I saw this tree, I felt happy, and I came here unconsciously," Hang Yang looked up and looked at a tree of cherry blossoms, with a little smile on his pale face, which was not inferior to the three-pointed spring in the book, " Sitting here, it's like coming home..."

Hang Yang's voice became lower and lower, he turned his head slightly, his long eyelashes suddenly drooped, and he tilted to the side silently, Hang Xiutu's trembling hands almost failed to catch them.

"Go home, brother will take you home." Hang Xiutu hugged Hang Yang tightly and said softly, repeating a sentence to himself, like a soft lullaby, "When you go home, everything will be fine. "

On the first floor of Hang's villa, Mrs. Hang is sitting alone in the living room, with a cold cup of coffee in front of her.For the first time in so many years, the back of the "Iron Lady" gives people an indescribable sense of vicissitudes, as if many years in the past have been pressed on their shoulders. Sometimes, in just a moment, people grow old.

A phone call suddenly broke the dead silence at home, Mrs. Hang picked up the phone: "Hello—"

"I found Xiao Yang."

Mrs. Hang stood up suddenly, her whole body shook, and she almost fell down.

Uncle Li, who was always worried, turned pale with fright, and rushed up: "Ma'am!"

"Say it again." Mrs. Hang's voice was shaking, and her palms began to sweat profusely, and she could hardly hold the phone steadily.

"I found Xiao Yang," Hang Xiutu spoke very quickly, "He was alone in the rain for several hours, and the grass was wet and cold, and he had a little fever. I will send him to the hospital, and the address, department and ward number will be sent to you immediately."

"Okay, okay." Mrs. Hang was almost at a loss, she just kept saying yes, with a smile on her face, but the tears couldn't stop, "I'm here to tell your father..."

The next morning, this monstrous drama finally had the momentum to end.Hang Yang's Weibo fans increased by several million overnight. Almost everyone is curious about this beautiful boy with complicated background and acting skills.

It's just that he hasn't posted on Weibo for many years, and even if he posts, it's only a few fragments, but once netizens are interested, it can develop a bunch of cute spots.

This time, at the center of the incident, even Hang Xiutu briefly posted a summary on Weibo, but Hang Yang remained silent.

When netizens were talking about his mystery, Hang Yang was still lying quietly on the bed in the ward, like a beautiful and fragile porcelain doll.

Hang Xiutu sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him almost without blinking the whole night.In the early morning, it was just dawn outside the window, and the mother was still quietly lying on the accompanying crib beside her, probably not long after falling asleep.

Hang Xiutu got up gently, and was about to open a small opening for the window, when the door of the ward opened suddenly.

Mrs. Hang, who was sleeping lightly, frowned, opened her eyes, and looked at the "unfriendly" person who had just entered the room.

Hang Sui and Hang Xiuyuan walked quickly to the hospital bed first. Seeing Hang Yang's peaceful sleeping face, the two of them suddenly relaxed after traveling thousands of miles.

Hang Sui closed his eyes gently, suppressing the emotion in his eyes, his side cheeks trembled slightly, and he slowly let go of his clenched hand after a few seconds.

"Hang Xiutu," Hang Sui looked at his second son expressionlessly, and said quietly, "Get out."

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Thank you all for the well wishes, love you all

These two days are really tiring, something unexpected happened (sigh)