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

"Dad," Hang Xiuyuan took a step forward, "It can't all be regarded as Xiutu's fault..."

"Shut up, and get out if you mess with me in front of me again." Hang Sui pointed at the eldest son with cold eyes.

Hang Xiutu shook his head slightly from the elder brother who was still about to talk, and followed Hang Sui out the door.

In the corridor of the hospital, Hang Sui looked at his second son and said in a cold tone, "I'm really old. If this happened ten years ago, I would have to break your leg."

"Just check it out. Why did you give the villain a handle? Otherwise, the city wouldn't be full of storms like it is now! If you find out the result, why don't you tell your parents first, otherwise we won't be so, so, so, so moved!"

He patted the seat in the corridor with his hand following the rhythm of his words, and his cold eyes were filled with anger: "Everything is up to you, and I can't handle it properly. How could I have such a useless son like you!"

Hang Sui's voice fell in the silent corridor, every word weighed heavily on Hang Xiutu's back.

He didn't argue, just lowered his head and was scolded quietly.

But I don't know why, Hang Xiutu's silent look fell into Hang Sui's eyes, which made him even more angry, and he raised his leg and wanted to kick him.

Mrs. Hang has been standing at the door of the room to see the situation here, and hurried over: "Hang Sui, what are you doing!"

She grabbed Hang Xiutu and took two steps back, protecting the child behind her back: "Why are you still doing it? You're getting old, Hang Sui, don't be ashamed of yourself outside!"

"What are you talking about?" Hang Sui's anger almost set the entire corridor ablaze, "If it wasn't for this little bastard who insisted on running out to be an actor, wouldn't a little housework cause trouble all over the city!"

"Hang Sui! Why do you say such things again!" Mrs. Hang raised her voice, "You forgot what you promised me before!"

"I—" Hang Sui looked as if someone had suddenly pulled out the power, and pressed one hand against the wall, frowning and sulking.

"It's not appropriate for him to handle this matter, but let me ask you, Mr. Hang, how to handle it properly?"

Mrs. Hang turned around and looked at her son: "If it wasn't for this incident, you plan to keep silent forever, right?"

Hang Xiutu finally raised his head with awe-inspiring eyes: "Yes."

Mrs. Hang stared at him for a while, then sighed softly: "Good boy..."

"The so-called facts are nothing more than added harm. What can we do if we know it? We will unconsciously treat Xiao Yang with caution; the child will also be uncontrollably terrified in front of the parents who have raised him for many years."

"As for Yang De's clown, it's just a ridiculous accident that it was widely publicized."

"At first I was also angry," Mrs. Hang stood by the wall without any makeup on, and her brows were a little tired, but the words "dignified and generous" seemed to be engraved in her bones. Whether she was angry or not, she stood alone. Talking there, there is a kind of majesty like the wind, "But after thinking about it, I only feel bitter for my son. He is still so young, what should I do if I am caught between family affection and the truth? If it were me, I probably wouldn't." There's a better way to handle it."

"You are Hang Xiutu's father," Mrs. Hang walked towards Hang Sui, "I also understand the children's difficulties, so don't keep telling them to be considerate of you."

"...You don't want to put on me what you taught children ten years ago." Hang Sui glared at her, but his voice had already softened.

Hang Xiutu and Hang Xiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. After so many years, only mother can smooth the fur of this fierce tiger.

"Okay, Xiao Yang is still asleep, let Uncle Li take care of it for a while." Mrs. Hang rubbed her temple with one hand, and sighed wearily, "There are still many things to deal with. We are family. It’s tricky, but it’s good to get through it together.”

She raised her head and looked at Hang Xiutu: "You explain everything in detail, starting with the opportunity to discover everything."

……

"So, that's how it is." Mrs. Hang smiled wryly and shook her head.

Her body shook suddenly, and Hang Sui subconsciously hugged her: "Ah Ran!"

"mom!"

"I'm fine," Mrs. Hang waved her hand. "It's just that too many things have happened in the past two days. It's different from business. In the end, it's a pain in my skin. Even if I don't think about it, it's impossible?"

She sighed softly and looked at Hang Xiutu: "I also tracked down that child named Gu Yuan, he is..."

Mrs. Hang could hardly continue. No matter how rational and resolute a mother is, it is too cruel for her to accept such a change in an instant.

She cheered up: "Let's talk about the future."

"Aran." Hang Sui stared at her, hesitating to speak.

"I'm fine," Mrs. Hang smiled slightly, "The household registration manager was stopped by me today, and it's likely that he will come to the door tomorrow."

"Mom," Hang Xiutu approached his mother, "it will be fine."

When Hang Yang woke up, it was dark outside the window.

He moved his body, and Hang Xiutu, who was sleeping lightly beside the bed, quickly opened his eyes: "Are you awake?"

"Brother?" Hang Yang turned his head slightly, "Why did I enter the hospital again?"

His mind was dizzy: "I, I seem to have a dream, very cold, very cold..."

Hang Yang stopped suddenly and murmured to himself: "No, that's not a dream."

Hang Xiutu held his hand and whispered in his ear: "If you want to believe it, it can be just a dream. Everything is over, Xiao Yang."

He held Hang Yang's hand a little tighter: "everything is over."

"Pass, go?" Hang Yang looked at him, with wetness in his eyes.

"It's not the news from me," Hang Xiutu's voice was tinged with urgency, "It's just, I don't know what to say, it's just a ridiculous coincidence."

"Not Brother?" Hang Yang murmured and repeated.

"Why do you think so," Hang Xiutu helped him straighten the broken hair on his forehead, "I will never, ever hurt you like this."

"But, but, at that time you obviously found out..."

"How did Xiao Yang know?" Hang Xiutu stopped his hand slightly, his voice was gentle, not a question, he held Hang Yang's five fingers in his palm and rubbed them gently, "Even I can't believe it, you, what the hell?" will know?"

Hang Yang was silent for a while, slowly closed his eyes, and suddenly changed the topic to something irrelevant: "Someone said before that I am not suitable to be an actor."

Hang Xiutu subconsciously wanted to refute just now, but he still stopped talking and listened to Hang Yang's continuation.

"He said that I'm sensitive, easy to empathize with, worry too much, and always worry about gains and losses." Hang Yang's voice softened.

"And it turns out that he is right. My elder brother didn't make my affairs public. My parents and elder brother won't give up on me because of blood relationship changes, right?"

Hang Xiutu clenched his hand tightly: "You clearly know—"

"I should see you as soon as possible, and I should believe every word our family has been together day and night over the years, but at that time," Hang Yang's body trembled slightly, like a swaying dead leaf on a tree after winter , "I still escaped, I can't tell, brother, I can't tell..."

Hang Yang can't tell clearly, and dare not say, he is "Hang Yang" but not "Hang Yang", he has not experienced the same youth, and he often has the guilt of doves occupying the magpie's nest, so he always hides a little panic Heart.

"I don't know why you've been uneasy this year," Hang Xiutu sighed softly, staring into his eyes, "Whether you don't want to say it or you can't tell it clearly, I won't ask again."

"But there is one thing I have to ask." Hang Xiutu stroked Hang Yang's cold side cheek with one hand, "Now that you know the truth, are you still willing to get along with us like before?"

Of course I'd like to--

This sentence was just about to blurt out, but it was swallowed by Hang Yang Shengsheng. He supported the hospital bed with both hands, and supported his upper body with his limp arms.

"What are you doing!" Hang Xiutu quickly hugged him, let him lean into his arms, and pulled the quilt up again.

Hang Yang held Hang Xiutu's sleeve tightly with one hand, stared at him with a pair of eyes, and there was a faint flash of light in it: "If, if I say, I don't want to?"

Hang Xiutu was startled, turned his head away slightly, and met Hang Yang's eyes——Hang Yang, is he nervous?

Hang Xiutu can't tell why Hang Yang is so strange today, but it seems that he subconsciously feels that everything is logical...why?

I only heard Hang Yang continue to say: "If you know me from now on, a brand new person who has no blood relationship with you, named Hang Yang, would you be willing to make this friend?"

There was a few seconds of silence.

Hang Xiutu didn't immediately agree, nor did he ask why Hang Yang asked such a strange question. He looked at the person in front of him silently, and then nodded his head for a long while—the seriousness of his tone didn't seem like he was calming down casually, but he seemed to have really thought about it: "Of course, I am willing and honored."

Hang Yang's eyes lit up little by little, and then bent slightly, Hang Xiutu felt that the stiff body of the person in his arms was slowly softening. He had made many promises to Hang Yang—as an elder brother, to express Love and long-term companionship, but Hang Yang has never felt so at ease like today, it seems that the whole soul is completely relaxed.

He took Hang Xiutu's hand, patted it lightly, raised his head and said with a smile, "My name is Hang Yang, please give me your advice."

Hang Xiutu leaned down, hugged Hang Yang completely into his arms, patted his thin back, and whispered in his ear: "Hang Xiutu, please give me your advice."

The next day, two guests came to the living room of Hang's villa - Gu Yuan and his mother Bai Jing.

More than 20 years have passed, Mrs. Hang is still beautiful. Although it is impossible for the years to remain unchanged, compared with the charm brought by time on her body, those few fine lines are not worth mentioning; but compared with her, sitting opposite Madam Gu is going to be a lot more haggard in vicissitudes, and she can tell at a glance that these years may not be easy.

Hang Yang looked at the lady sitting opposite, and still felt a little uncontrollably: she is the biological mother of his own body.

Fate makes people, the two families sit opposite each other, and at this moment, there are all mixed feelings.

Hang Yang turned his gaze to Gu Yuan who was opposite: As written in the original book, his original stabbing thorns gradually smoothed out in the experience of the world. Judging by his demeanor, he is no longer irritable and irritable every day.

It's just... Although the current rhythm is completely different from the original book, Hang Yang still remembers that the parents of the Hang family proposed to take Gu Yuan into the Hang family, and the other party finally nodded—the true and false young masters do not live under the same roof Now, how to bring out the cleverness and nobility of the protagonist and the despicability of the original owner?

That day... Hang Yang clenched his hand slowly, and his heart was in a mess: on the one hand, he knew that he had no reason to stop Gu Yuan from getting back the life he deserved; but on the other hand, he still didn't want to see Until Gu Yuan got involved in the Hang family's life.

Hang Yang was struggling, Mrs. Hang put down the teacup in her hand, and spoke first: "Sister Bai, I haven't seen you for many years, how are you?"

Bai Jing smiled lightly, neither nodding nor shaking her head. From her body, she could still see the beauty of the past: "There are some twists and turns, but there are always children around, and the family can always get through it together."

Mrs. Hang and her husband looked at each other and coughed lightly: "Sister Bai, Hang Sui and I want to..."

Just as Hang Yang raised his heart, he suddenly heard Gu Yuan speak: "Aunt Yu, I want to clarify my whereabouts in front of the elders."

The author has something to say:

Let’s talk about it here, because Ajiang has regulations, a person on the household registration book cannot fall in love (cover face)

Therefore, a private setting is added here: in the case of widespread social repercussions, the relevant departments will change the household registration according to the facts