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

There are no stars in the night sky today, and I am afraid that every tiny gleam of light will disturb this reunion, so I only let the pure darkness serve as the curtain.

It seems that time is quietly elongated in the wonderful prelude of meeting——

The moment he opened the door, Hang Yang's frantically beating heart almost exploded.

It was the expected face, but it brought an unexpected surprise.

"Brother!" Without saying a word, Hang Yang jumped up and jumped on him. Hang Xiutu caught him steadily and swayed in the air in a perfect semicircle.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Hang Xiutu whispered in Hang Yang's ear, his breathing was a little disordered, he could feel the haste of the journey, the warm breath gently patted the soft skin under Hang Yang's neck, Hang Yang Yang smiled and rubbed against his elder brother vigorously, trying to avoid the tingling shudder.

It's the season of "Meng Xia". The clothes on both of them are thin, and they are pressed together like this. It seems that even the sound of the heartbeat blends with each other, and it is hard to tell who is speeding up.

"Not too late," Hang Yang buried his face in Hang Xiutu's neck, his voice sounded like he had stepped into cotton, "it's not too late at all."

——It seems that the person who has been waiting for a day in a daze is not me.

Hang Xiutu hugged Hang Yang and approached the room, put him gently on the bed, squatted down halfway, and met Hang Yang's eyes.

"I booked a plane." Hang Xiutu rubbed Hang Yang's head lightly. "I didn't expect a thunderstorm in a city on the way, and the flight was cancelled. It took a lot of trouble before it was too late."

His beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with shattered light, and he smiled faintly: "Fortunately, I didn't miss it."

Hang Xiutu took out a packaged gift box: "Happy birthday."

Hang Yang took it and couldn't wait to tear it open. He first saw a corner of the solid wood picture frame: "This is it?"

He quickly tore off the packaging that was in the way, revealing the whole picture of the painting: it was an oil painting - a slender and beautiful young man sitting on a soft chair and taking a nap, the sun shone on his face, body and hair, beautiful and holy, Reminiscent of an angel.

"This is me?" Hang Yang was a little at a loss while holding the artwork, "Who painted this?"

"Me." Hang Xiutu smiled very gently, he cast his eyes so intently on Hang Yang, it's no wonder that the paintings under his pen are so moving, "I haven't used much brushwork in these years, and the strokes were a bit difficult at the beginning, and the painting was slow, but fortunately I can catch up superior."

He put his hand on the top of Hang Yang's head lightly again, and said softly: "Fortunately, we can catch up."

The painting in Hang Yang's hand "slapped" lightly and fell on the bed.

He put his arms around Hang Xiutu's neck, with a soft nasal voice in his voice: "You drew it, you drew it yourself."

"Ah."

"How long have you been painting?"

"From the day after you left home."

Hang Xiutu clasped the back of Hang Yang's head with his slender hands, put his lips against his ear, and wrapped Hang Yang in his arms and murmured: "I'm afraid, I want to give you something, if someday you want to leave , Seeing it, my heart softens, that’s all.”

"But when I thought about it again, I suddenly felt that I didn't have anything." There was a soft smile in his voice, and when he sank, it was like a gurgling river, neither fast nor slow, and it sounded so comfortable, "I Unlike the big brother, who can make you the first user of a generation of great products. Come and go, think twice, and only have a little bit of insignificant strengths in art.”

Hang Xiutu straightened up, he liked to hold Hang Yang's hand up, holding it in a vague way, neither too tight nor too loose, but the body temperature of the two would blend silently.

"Will you dislike it?"

Hang Yang's glass-like eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he was on the verge of crying. When he heard this, he burst into laughter on the spot, and patted Hang Xiutu's shoulder with his hand: "Brother!"

He threw himself into the man's arms.

Hang Xiutu's shoulders are broad and firm, and his hands are warm all year round, never cold. No matter whether Hang Yang is cramped or panicked, as long as he holds them, he can feel the warmth hidden in his skin—the reassuring power.This time too, Hang Yang curled up in his strong arms, clasped his shoulders tightly with both hands, his voice was still soft, but firmness could still be heard: "I'm not going anywhere."

"Brother, I'm not going anywhere, I'm right by your side, you can't dislike me."

The hour hand, minute hand and second hand quietly coincide at the position of 12—Hang Yang's birthday has passed.

Early the next morning, Hang Yang walked into the studio with a smile on his lips. If you listen carefully, you can still hear some song with an unknown tune humming in his throat.

"In a good mood?" Director Tao came over with a thermos cup. Hang Yang always felt that he looked at himself more and more like looking at his grandson, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

Hang Yang nodded generously.

"Hey," Director Tao smiled and moved closer, "Share it with me?"

Hang Yang smiled and shook his head firmly.

"you……"

"You must have been confessed by your sweetheart, are you happy?" Gu Yuan stepped into the corridor of the teaching building and walked over carelessly.

This time, without waiting for Hang Yang to react, Chen Xu jumped out first and stopped him seriously: "Mr. Gu, you can't talk nonsense. My teacher Xiao Hang is still in the early stage of his career..."

Gu Yuan "hissed" gasped, stretched out his hand and waved it: "Hey, hey, it's okay, I was wrong, master stop reading!"

As Gu Yuan walked away, another person approached: Yuan Li seemed to be smiling and jogging over to say hello to him, and several "classmates" who had just arrived also waved to him.

Hang Yang responded instinctively, but half of his mind was still in Gu Yuan's casual joke just now, he unconsciously raised his head, and only when he came back to his senses did he realize that he was looking towards the school gate.

"Mr. Xiaohang," Chen Xu said louder, "Mr. Xiaohang!"

Hang Yang was in a trance for a moment, then turned around: "Sister Xu."

"Why are you out of your mind? Is there anyone over there?" Chen Xu also followed his gaze, but only saw a group of teenagers and girls in blue and white stripes walking in in twos and threes, "No..."

"Just take a look," Hang Yang interrupted with a smile, "just take a look."

Chen Xu didn't care either: "Then let's go, the back mountain is almost ready."

Although City H is not a mountainous area, as a hilly terrain, there are also some small hills in the city. The high school filmed by the crew of "Meng Xia" is built on the hillside. From the dormitory, library, to teaching buildings, there are slopes, but also It’s not too steep, the lakes and forests in the campus are scattered, and the inconsistency of height can also show a sense of error, which makes the whole school look more beautiful in the camera, showing a bookish and vigorous summer scene.

The back door of the school leads to the mountain road, so there are few people in the past, especially during the day, even young couples who fell in love with each other don't bother to come here to express their hearts, and the set of the crew is quite relaxed.

"It's easy to move in this scene," Director Tao said slowly with a loudspeaker, probably because the lead actor he picked up was too surprising. Director Tao was so happy all day long that he wished he could hold up a sign and hang "My baby is awesome" on the neck, "Don't worry, this morning, the weather is fine, let's take our time."

"Action."

Yuan Li was sneaking around the back gate of the school with a little milk cat in her arms, and was about to run wretchedly into the woods, when a clear voice suddenly sounded from behind her: "Xia Shu? Shouldn't you run and practice during the big class? -"

She trembled all over, and almost threw the cat in her arms on Hang Yang's face, and the man and the cat burst into a short scream at the same time.

Meng Jian was taken aback.

The camera showed Hang Yang's face, his pale to almost transparent face tensed instantly, the corners of his mouth trembled imperceptibly, one hand was pressed on his chest, his thin body shook slightly, like a leaf falling from an angel's wings Feathers - light, fragile but beautiful.

It has to be said that after being tempered by the character "Ye Zhang", Hang Yang has mastered the character image of "poor health" very well, not only because of the accuracy of expression and body, but also because of the kind of sickly beauty that makes people feel sick. The brokenness of the heartbeat is neither too artificial nor too light, but just stuck in the most itchy place in the audience's heart-it's really captivating.

Not only the staff outside the play were stunned, even Director Tao almost couldn't hold the cup firmly in his hand, let alone Yuan Li who was standing opposite Hang Yang.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and after two seconds of stunned, she ran over in a panic: "Squad, squad leader!"

Hang Yang gently held the arm she handed over, gasping for breath, his slender back undulating with his breath, faintly revealing the outline of the butterfly bone under the blue and white thin shirt.

Behind the monitor, Chen Xu could almost hear the sound of "hissing" inhalation next to him.

A group of old perverts!

Chen Xu, the head of mom fans, gave the excited female staff behind him a subtle look. Unfortunately, no one noticed her.

"Why are you doing this? Yes, is it like this, so you don't go to exercise and physical education classes?" It may be that Hang Yang acted too realistically, and brought Yuan Li into the play. Her face was full of eagerness, and she even faintly swelled Hong, "May I take you to the infirmary?"

Hang Yang's pale mouth evoked a soothing smile, and shook his head weakly: "...it's okay"

"Meng Jian! What's the matter with you, Meng Jian?" Yuan Li's voice was already stained with crying, she had no time to pay attention to the kitten in her arms, and supported Hang Yang's crumbling body with all her strength, "Don't scare me——"

"It's okay, it's really okay," Hang Yang interrupted her warmly, his breathing had calmed down a little, and his voice was gentle and firm, "I won't lie to you."

He raised his trembling hand and slowly placed it on the head of the kitten in Yuan Li's arms. Strange to say, the cub's body, which was a little tense due to fear, quickly relaxed.Hang Yang raised his head and looked at Yuan Li with clear eyes: "It's just a little congenital defect, it's okay."

"Look, you know my secret, and I know yours too. Let's exchange and keep it together, okay?"

No one can say no with such eyes, not only Yuan Li, but many girls around Zhou also covered their mouths and nodded frantically. Only Chen Xu raised his eyebrows, and his thoughts drifted elsewhere: she always felt that Hang Yang's behavior at this moment His expression...a little familiar? !

I didn't see it on Hang Yang, but on someone else... But Chen Xu couldn't remember it for a while.

Director Tao raised the horn, "Cut!" The shout was more energetic than when the filming started just now.

"It's great, it's great!" Director Tao was so happy that his nose and eyes almost disappeared. "It's just that the camera angle was a bit flawed. Let's adjust it a little bit. Meng Jian and Xia Shu have a rest, and we'll save one later."

Second pass:

The group of people around were still watching with tense breaths and bright eyes, but there was an extra spectator who was a bit careless——Gu Yuan, who had a late scene in the morning, slowly came over. He stared at Hang Yang in the monitor. Thoughtful, he said carelessly: "The acting really looks like, did Hang Yang really suffer from some serious illness?"

The others frowned in unison, and a few couldn't help but cast a reserved look at the second male lead. The corner of Chen Xu's mouth twitched. Although she knew that this man had no malicious intentions, it was still difficult to restrain the desire to slap him.

A slender finger lightly touched the crude table that the crew brought randomly, and a low and pleasant voice sounded: "He has always been so incapable of talking?"

Chen Xu heaved a long sigh, and answered casually, "Isn't that right, I'm so out of my mind."

"Will Xiao Yang feel uncomfortable seeing him?"

Most of Chen Xu's thoughts were on Hang Yang, who was acting, and he answered absent-mindedly: "That's not true, and there is even a weird sympathy for each other."

"Sorrowful, sympathetic?"

Chen Xu glanced at him casually: "That's right, Mr. Hang—"

Her voice suddenly stopped, she twisted her neck stiffly, and her facial expression was slightly distorted: "Hang, Mr. Hang?!"

Before Chen Xu raised his voice and made it known to everyone, Hang Xiutu lightly pressed his index finger on his lips and made a "shh" gesture. Teacher Hang's uncompromising temperament was too strong, and Chen Xu immediately became dumb like a conditioned reflex .

She nodded in shock, full of disbelief, and didn't dare to ask, so she stood tremblingly beside the King of Hang Da Ying.

Has Mr. Hang invested in the film?No ah!

Teacher Hang is going to play?impossible!

Difficult, could it be that, just to see his younger brother, the busy Hang Xiutu ran to this small crew without saying a word?

Chen Xu couldn't believe it.

But she soon discovered that whenever Hang Xiutu's cold eyes fell on Hang Yang, all the frost would dissipate in an instant, leaving only silent softness.

Chen Xu instantly understood why Hang Yang's gentle and firm expression was familiar when he comforted the heroine: that look was slightly similar to that of the Hang Da Ying King in front of him!

At this moment, Director Tao's "card" sounded again: "Perfect, perfect! Passed!"

Hang Yang raised his head, and he didn't know whether it was accidental or inevitable, his eyes happened to cast over, meeting Hang Xiutu's eyes.

He was startled for a moment, and then the smile on his face was like a blooming flower, the original "pale and weak" state was swept away, and fresh vitality was injected in an instant.

Hang Yang waved his hands vigorously, as if he couldn't see anyone else, he trotted over, as if rushing towards his unique expectation: "Brother!"

Other staff who were immersed in Hang Yang's performance also responded one after another: "Teacher Hang?!"

"Teacher Hang! Is it the teacher Hang I know?"

"Why did Mr. Hang come here! Hey, hurry up and cover it tightly, don't be discovered by the students, and it will affect the teaching order!"

"Ms. Hang, can I sign it for me!"

There are also some naive ones, who are still out of state at this time:

"What? Why are you all pushing over there?"

Chen Xu didn't try her best to step over the messy crowd, her sight was quickly blocked by other people, but the gaze between Hang Yang and Hang Xiutu still remained in her mind.

——Through the distance and the flow of people, we only have each other in our eyes.

Grass……

A little absurd exclamation suddenly burst out in Chen Xu's heart: He and they are a good match.

As soon as this idea came up, she pressed it back: No, no, I have professional qualities, so I can't mess around!

Chen Xu spurned herself in her heart: Are you a tire?You can hit it anywhere!

She raised her head and slapped her face a few times, she was still that capable assistant.

The turmoil around Hang Xiutu has quickly subsided. After all, everyone is a practitioner in the entertainment industry, which is naturally different from the fanatical fan group. The staff packed up their things under the command of several assistant directors, and immediately returned to the classroom set for filming.

Hang Xiutu was courteous to Dao Tao, but one hand was always on Hang Yang's shoulder naturally: "Yes, I just came to visit a class. You are busy, so it would be bad to delay everyone's progress..."

"Well, you're amazing. If you have any difficulties here, you can talk to me. I can see that Hang Yang has received a lot of help from you. If there is anything I can do, I will naturally try my best..."

Strange to say, Hang Xiutu's temperament is elegant and cold, and he always has a clear sense of distance from others in his life, only when he is standing next to Hang Yang, the two people's auras can always blend perfectly. From a distance, it seems that there is an invisible and wonderful magnetic field The isolation of these two people from other people may be due to the natural and intimate interaction between the two people.

Chen Xu heard someone secretly chatting next to him: "Mr. Xiao Hang is really with..."

"Sure! Didn't you read the news when it was so big before? Mr. Hang held a press conference for our little Mr. Hang!"

"Ah no, I just have an unreal feeling..."

"Fuck, that's Hang Xiutu! That's Hang Xiutu!"

"Have you ever met him and Mr. Hang so closely?"

"No, I've been in the industry for two years, and my dream came true today..."

"I didn't expect that the relationship that wasn't biological could be so good. It's really not easy."

"Please, that's Hang Xiutu! If I can soul wear Teacher Xiaohang, then hehehe..."

"I trouble you to put on some pants! The real person is still behind!"

……

While listening, Chen Xu pressed his lips and smiled lowly. He didn't know where the inexplicable sense of pride in his head came from.

The crew took advantage of the class bell and hurriedly turned to the scene, while Hang Xiutu didn't say much, and followed the filming crew silently.Not only did this busy man leave without taking a look at Hang Yang, on the contrary, he didn't even intend to leave at all, and he felt a little "stuck" here.

But with his status as the film king of Hangzhou University, no one dared to ask him, let alone drive him away, so he was warmly entertained first.

Director Tao was even a little ecstatic: an authoritative film critic and director fell from the sky, shouldn't this be put to good use? !So he never asked when he was leaving, and even warmly greeted Mr. Hang to watch the show together.

"There will be no lines in that scene later," Director Tao said enthusiastically while holding the script, "The movements are not too big, Yuan Li, the point here is to be cautious and have admiration, but not too much, just keep it a little tighter." Get on with acting."

Yuan Li blushed slightly and nodded.

"But Xiao Hang is a bit too strict here," Director Tao turned to Hang Yang, "I seldom talked about my status before, and I let you decide for yourself, but this time I have to make a request!"

"Xiaohang, you are really good everywhere, just a little bit. Many times you are too gentle, too restrained, and too perfect. The real heartbeat is not like this. The love of young people is bound to be accompanied by a sense of loss of control, understand?"

He raised his hand unconsciously: "The whole essence of this scene is in the moment when you open your eyes. You have to think about it carefully, and I ask to put it here! There must be a feeling of thumping!"

After finishing speaking, Director Tao consciously took two steps back, and Yuan Li happened to meet Hang Yang with shy eyes. She was startled, and she lowered her head reflexively, like a flower that just bloomed - really full of green and ignorant beauty .

Tao Dao winked at the others, and the surrounding voices quickly quieted down. His old man's meaning was obvious: to let the atmosphere between the two ferment and ferment, so that the "heartbeat" would come naturally.

But not far away, Hang Xiutu leaned on a desk, narrowing his eyes slightly.

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