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

"What?" Hang Xiutu turned his head to look at Hang Yang after hanging up the phone, "Don't want to work with him?"

Hang Yang walked over to the small sofa and sat down gently, holding a big orange pillow, not knowing whether to answer Hang Xiutu's question or murmuring: "I'm not as scared as I was yesterday, but I just felt... I wanted to hide from him and ran to pick up the scene, but instead bumped into him, why is it so just right?"

He looked at Hang Xiutu with a weeping face: "Is that so unlucky?"

"Anyway, it's not completely settled yet," Hang Xiutu looked over, with a brisk tone, making it completely unclear whether he wanted Hang Yang to take over the role or not, "If you don't want to act, just push it away."

"No." Hang Yang frowned and tightened the pillow, his side cheeks bulged slightly, as if his chest was full of breath, "Isn't it like I'm afraid of him?"

He raised his head, his eyes full of youthful spirit: "He doesn't accept me, so I'll act in front of him until he accepts!"

Hang Xiutu moved his fingertips slightly. In the past few months, whether it was in or out of the play, the eyes of Hang Yang he saw always had a little melancholy in his eyes. It is rare for him to be so clear-eyed like now. when.Hang Xiutu subconsciously raised the corners of his lips, and said "how can you be so childish at such an age", but his heart seemed to be gently poked by someone, with an indescribable lightness.

He walked up to Hang Yang, this kid is always like this: no matter he is angry, sad, thinking or shy, he always has the habit of rolling himself into a small ball.

Hang Xiutu opened the door, and Sister Zhang was standing at the door holding the ready-made banana milk, looking embarrassed when she wanted to knock on the door but didn't dare.

"Give it to me," Hang Xiutu took the cup from her hand and nodded, "Please, Sister Zhang."

"In this case, let's act." He patted Hang Yang on the back, just like coaxing a child, "but there is still a big thing right now."

event?

Hang Yang just raised his head with a little nervousness, who knew that when he saw the milk in front of him, he was discouraged on the spot, and curled his lips: "Brother, how old do you think I am!"

"Don't like it? Then I'll take it away." Hang Xiutu got up quickly, and walked to the door very simply.

It only takes a second for Hang Yang to succumb to the majesty of banana milk, throw down the pillow and jump up: "I drink it!"

Every time Hang Xiutu's eyes fell on Hang Yang, he would always be three-point soft. He handed over the cup and rubbed Hang Yang's hair: "I don't have much time to rest at home, so I should cultivate well. It counts as the announcement of "Zhi Hua Gai" I hope you haven't finished the film yet, and it will be very hard..."

"Well," Hang Yang wiped out half of the cup in one breath, and took a short intermission, "Brother, why are you more verbose than Mom today."

Hang Xiutu's hand that landed on Hang Yang's head paused, and he slapped it down with a little force, and got an exaggerated "Hey!"

There was a smile in his eyes, and his voice was gentle: "It's not big or small."

Lan Xinrong acted quickly, and on the second day, he negotiated with Director Tao's team and got the script of the youth school drama "Meng Xia".

""Meng Xia", "Hang Xiutu held it in his hand and flipped through it, "I heard the news before, that the alternative titles are all 'in the most beautiful time' and the style of 'not on schedule' , how did it change? Who decided it?"

"Old Tao himself," Lan Xinrong took a sip of water, "He said that in order to fit the name, he even changed the surnames of the hero and heroine. Hey, I don't have much literary accomplishment. Tell me about it." What is the way here?"

"Your trait is very obvious, so don't need to emphasize it again," Hang Xiutu said lightly, and continued before Lan Xinrong's attack, "Meng Xia—the first month of summer, Director Tao has a heart, and I read that there are some things in the script. Metaphors and echoes, he should really like this film."

"Huh?" The illiterate Lan Xinrong expressed complete incomprehension.

Hang Xiutu ignored him, his slender fingers lightly brushed the name "Meng Jian" on the white paper, stopped on the word "Hang Yang" behind the colon, and tapped lightly.

"When is the audition scheduled?" Hang Xiutu looked up at Lan Xinrong.

"The day after tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, I..." He paused for a moment, then changed his words, "Please take him there when the time comes, and I'll take care of the studio."

It can be regarded as stealing some leisure from this Huang Shiren!

Lan Xinrong slapped his thigh and smiled like a flower: "Okay!"

Unlike the last audition, this audition went so smoothly that it was hardly an "audition".

Dao Tao and Dao Lu are about the same age, but they have completely opposite personalities—one is flamboyant to the extreme, and the other is restrained to the extreme.

Hang Yang has never seen this well-known director. Although he has seen the photos, it is probably because his appearance and temperament are too passer-by-he passed by this unremarkable little old man without squinting as soon as he entered the door, and he was a little curious. Looking around, Lan Xinrong greeted him with a trademark smile: "Hey, isn't this Tao Dao! Long time no see, how are you?"

Tao Dao put one hand behind his back, bowed his back slightly, wearing a heinously old-fashioned middle-aged cardigan, and carrying a thermos cup, he walked over slowly and surpassed Hang Yang, and coughed a few times in an old-fashioned way before speaking: "Xiaohang, right?"

Fuck!Hang Yang was stunned for a moment, and he was half a beat too late to reach out.

Hang Yang has read Tao Dao's masterpieces, and he is worthy of being a famous director who is good at pure love, the delicate expression of the youth's thoughts, the eloquent narrative techniques, and the top-level aesthetics that are implicitly poetic to the extreme...

These actually came from the hands of the person in front of him? !

"Hello Tao Dao." Hang Yang bowed quickly.

Said to "chat together", Director Tao basically didn't talk much, Hang Yang was slow, and he was timid in front of his elders, so he didn't talk. Feel cold.

As the real protagonist, the old man is leisurely holding the thermos cup in his hand, and the eyes behind the reading glasses have hardly moved away from Hang Yang, always with a smile that is hesitant to speak—the elders at the dinner table with the family gathering The look in the eyes of my favorite grandchildren is exactly the same!

Hang Yang was watched with trepidation in his heart, and after two hours of hard work, Tao Dao finally got up, he skipped Lan Xinrong without squinting, and stopped in front of Hang Yang.

Hang Yang's heart tightened instantly, and before he had time to react, he saw Director Tao stretching out his hand without hesitation, with a kind smile on his face: "Happy cooperation."

When the two shook hands, Hang Yang felt like a dream.

That's... it's settled?

What are we talking about?

Have we talked? !

On the way back, Lan Xinrong was still babbling: "Let me tell you, director Tao is famous for his eye-catching eyes when casting roles, just the way he looked at you today, you are no longer "eye-catching or not." ' The question is, you grow out of the edge of his eyes..."

Anyway, the matter is settled like this: Hang Yang plays Meng Jian, the hero of "Meng Xia", and will join the group in about a month.

The sun was just right today, Hang Yang lay on the car window and squinted his eyes to look out, his brows and eyes could not help but curl up quietly: he took another step on the road of being an actor, which is great.

After noon today, Hang Xiutu called Hang Yang who was about to go back to his room to sleep.

"What? Eat?"

Hearing that Hang Xiutu rarely asked to take him to the dinner party, Hang Yang's eyes widened unconsciously. He always hated this kind of scene, even if he lived a new life, he didn't make much progress. who?"

"Lan Xinrong, your new executive manager." Hang Xiutu looked away from the book in his hand, and when he looked at Hang Yang, he had a faint smile, "There is also the female lead you are looking forward to. "

"Brother!" Hang Yang almost jumped up for a moment, ran to Hang Xiutu, hugged him and swayed his arms limply, buried his face in his arms with a mournful face, "Brother, I was wrong, I really can't do it in this situation, please forgive me, okay?" .”

The smile in Hang Xiutu's eyes deepened, he raised the book in his hand and "patted" it lightly on the top of his head: "Don't you want to make an emotional scene, that's all you can do?"

"Brother!" Hang Yang was anxious.

"Since they belong to the same company, it's basic etiquette to have a private meal before joining the group," Hang Xiutu leisurely turned a page, "Besides, isn't brother with you?"

He didn't say the whole thing, not many people could invite Hang Xiutu to this kind of "ceremonial" meal, let alone he didn't act in this drama at all.

Hang Xiutu turned his head, and his eyes were somewhat teasing: "Speaking of which, with Lan Xinrong present, I'm afraid there won't be any room for others to communicate. Why are you panicking?"

Hang Yang looked back and thought it was very reasonable, so he squatted at home with peace of mind, and it was not until he was on the way to the dinner two days later that he became nervous belatedly.

The class of the hotel is not low, the waiter pushed open the door of the private room, Hang Yang followed Hang Xiutu and walked in with his head bowed - no one dared to let Mr. Hang and others (except Lan Xinrong), they all arrived earlier by coincidence, as soon as they noticed the doorway There was no movement, they got up together, and shouted "Teacher Hang" one after another more cordially.

Hang Yang finally realized the joy of a fox pretending to be a tiger. Standing behind Hang Xiutu, he took a sneak peek at the few people present. The little girl next to him was young and had a delicate appearance. Although she was not perfect, she had a vigorous sense of youth. , probably the leading actress who is about to play with her—Yuan Li.

Hang Yang understood in an instant that Lan Xinrong was willing to praise her: the entertainment industry is full of beauties, and "distinctive beauty" is much more important than "flawless beauty".

Hang Xiutu nodded lightly at the people present, and said nothing more. Hang Yang stood behind him at a loss, his little hand involuntarily grabbed Hang Xiutu's sleeve, and before he whispered "Brother", Yuan Li's manager Hurry forward with the little girl.

The female agent was about 30 years old, with a capable body, she nodded respectfully in front of Hang Xiutu: "Teacher Hang."

She pulled Yuan Li to her face: "Xiao Li, come here."

It could be seen that the little girl couldn't cope well with this kind of occasion, her whole body was tense, but she still tried her best to pretend to be graceful: "Hello, Mr. Hang!"

Hang Xiutu said "um", and said "hello" neither coldly nor enthusiastically.He put his hand lightly on Hang Yang's back and pushed him half a step forward.

Yuan Li's manager was as smart as he was, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Xiao Hang, hello! After joining the group, our Xiao Li has to ask you to take care of me."

The little girl also lowered her head, "Hello, Teacher Xiaohang."

Seeing her cautious look, she was obviously not good at this kind of occasion and she had to deal with it with the scalp, Hang Yang suddenly thought of himself in the previous life: At that time, there was no manager who cared about him, let alone the tall and straight figure of Hang Xiutu standing silently In front of him, how did he cautiously walk around in the eyes of others who didn't care, and still try his best to be appropriate?

The memory seems to have been blurred, but in some moments it will be extremely clear again.

Hang Yang's body trembled slightly, he greeted Yuan Li with a gentle smile, then without saying a word, he pulled Hang Xiutu's arm and pulled him to his seat to sit down.

"Brother," Hang Yang said in a low voice, "can you relax and have a better attitude towards others?"

Hang Xiutu was a little surprised, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "You care about her?"

Hang Yang was taken aback, and just about to deny it, a hearty voice "broke" in from outside the door, carelessly and heartlessly: "Fuck, come here! See you at 06:30 as agreed?"

Lan Xinrong, a lively person, set up his gun to not fall down, as if everyone in the private room was his brother, and immediately began to greet with a smile: "Come on, Hang Yang, what are you doing at your brother's place? He is boring and useless, come on , Brother Lan will introduce you!"

"This one," Lan Xinrong pointed to a quiet young man wearing glasses beside him, "from now on, you will be your executive manager——Ning Gaohan."

The two greeted each other.

"And the pretty sister over there," Lan Xinrong blinked at Hang Yang, "Yuan Li, she will be your partner soon."

Seeing the little girl standing up in a panic when she heard her name, Lan Xinrong pushed Hang Yang over there: "Your peers, come, come, sit together, and exchange feelings!"

"Xinrong, be quiet, it's making a fuss." Hang Xiutu, who hadn't spoken much since entering the door, suddenly made a sound.

The scene instantly quieted down.

Hang Xiutu looked at Hang Yang, there was no emotion in his light brown eyes, and there were not many superfluous expressions on his face. His words were concise: "Hang Yang sits here with me."

Lan Xinrong: "...???"

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