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

When Hang Yang was "abducted" to the set, he was still dizzy until the script in Director Gu's hands "slapped" on the table: "Hang Yang? Hang——Yang!"

Only then did Hang Yang react suddenly: "Gu, Director Gu, I'm sorry..."

Gu Xi's expression was not good: "On the first day of filming, you were absent-minded, what does it look like?"

Hang Yang bit his lower lip, didn't say much, just apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, it's really—"

The director of photography next to him couldn't stand it, and came over: "What scene did you rehearse today, can't you remember? He's a half-grown kid, so you should have a better attitude."

Gu Xun let out a "tsk", frowned and hooked his hands at Hang Yang: "Come here."

The two walked towards the bedroom together, there were not too many staff around, but the twittering on the set that he had long been accustomed to sounded especially noisy today, Hang Yang subconsciously closed the neckline of his shirt, and kept clenching his hands unconsciously, a little gently shake.

Director Gu has been paying attention to the child's reaction from the corner of his eye, and sighed in his heart: The Hang family child is too well protected, making himself look like a beast that threatens others to submit.

Entering the suite used for filming: it is the presidential suite of the hotel, and the space is quite large. When Hang Yang saw the oversized luxurious bed, his heart skipped a beat, and even his gestures showed a kind of stiffness and unnaturalness.

After a while, Hang Xiutu also walked in, Hang Yang stopped breathing for a moment when he saw the familiar face, his trembling fingertips touched his lips - the touch from this morning is still there, the hot, soft , With a strong... kiss.

Something is not right, there must be something not right.

Hang Yang's pupils were shaking slightly, his mind was in a mess, he subconsciously avoided Hang Xiutu's sight, and looked at the cloudless sky outside the window as if nothing had happened.

Gu Dao waved at Hang Xiutu: "Come and chat."

He patted Hang Yang on the shoulder casually again, who knew that the child, like a frightened bird that had been tense all the time, trembled violently on the spot, staggered back two steps, until he fell into Hang Xiutu's arms.

Gu Xi frowned: "You..."

While gently rubbing Hang Yang's head, Hang Xiutu nodded to him: "I'm sorry, Xiao Yang may need some time to get into the mood, please tell me the show."

Gu Xi casually threw the script aside: "There's nothing to talk about, there's no outrageous posture|position, and there's no point showing, what's being shot is a sense of atmosphere, Hang Xiutu, you just need to bring Hang Yang up."

"Chu Ye has three emotional stages. Hang Yang heard it clearly, didn't he get distracted?"

Hang Yang gave a short "um".

"At the beginning, the ambiguity and emotion were still within the scope of his acceptance; in the middle stage, he felt that his body was sinking in an unknown direction, and he was afraid, even frightened, so he struggled slightly; in the end, he completely fell into a silent Caress."

Gu Xun knocked on the bedside table, looked at Hang Yang: "No problem, right? No problem, go through it again."

Hang Xiutu nodded, and he looked around: "The director will clear the scene first."

Director Gu nodded: "That's exactly what I mean."

"Today is just this one shot, you just have to gnaw it down, the main thing is to find the right feeling." Director Gu said, calling the staff to leave the scene temporarily, and he walked to the edge of the curtain not far away.

He stopped making a sound, and raised his hand to indicate that the two could start slowly.

Hang Xiutu held up Hang Yang's head that had been lowered all the time, and the two of them looked at each other for a moment. Finally, Hang Xiutu spoke, as if whispering, with a soft voice: "Hey, just follow my pace, don't be nervous."

Hang Yang didn't dare to say, "You are the one who makes me nervous the most", and only nodded with a tight body: "Yeah."

"Okay." Hang Xiutu stroked Hang Yang's lower lip and smiled.

In the next moment, he pinched Hang Yang's chin and lifted it up, and pressed his beautifully shaped lips lightly.

Hang Yang's eyes widened in an instant, but he still managed to remember the script. He quickly controlled his subconscious struggle, put his hands on Hang Xiutu's solid arms lightly, and let him do whatever he wanted with his face up.

The director standing in the corner and "peeping" frowned slightly: It doesn't feel right, this kiss is not at all like the two protagonists' consensual union in a just right ambiguous atmosphere, Hang Yang's side is too stiff.

But he didn't make a sound, and let the two slowly adjust.

However, Hang Xiutu only lingered on Hang Yang's lips for a short moment. He raised his head and pinched Hang Yang's earlobe lightly: "Xiao Yang, take it easy."

Hang Yang's pupils are still shaking slightly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Suddenly, he felt a warm and soft touch on his forehead——Hang Xiutu placed an understated kiss on his forehead, and then while Hang Yang was still in a daze, he gently hugged him into his arms, whispering in his ear The same whisper: "Kissing, making | love, these are all ways to express love, relax a little, and look forward to it."

Hang Xiutu relaxed a little and hugged Hang Yang's arm, staring into his eyes: "Come again."

Unlike in the script, at first, Hang Xiutu's kiss was not warm and emotional, he just kissed Hang Yang's lips and the surrounding skin carefully and closely.

But the touching touch, the ups and downs of breathing, and even the heartbeat of the person embracing each other... everything is so soft and vivid, it seems that love can really flow in a silent place at such a moment when lips and teeth meet.

love, meaning——

Hang Yang started to be in a trance, what kind of love is this?Does it belong to Chu Ye or...

Sensing that the stiff body in his arms was slowly softening, Hang Xiutu's kiss gradually intensified, like a symphony from a gentle prelude to an overture, hormones began to ferment between the two.

Gu Xi beside the curtain half-closed his eyes: It's interesting.

The two kissed on the bed from the window, Hang Xiutu finally let go of Hang Yang's lips, he looked down at the man lying limp on the big bed - at his eyes covered with mist, at his collarbone exposed from his shirt , Look at his trembling breath and his unbearable, slightly trembling body.

A slender hand gently opened Hang Yang's shirt tied around his waist, nodded ambiguously and softly on the small section of his exposed slender waist, and then moved up along the waistline a little bit.

Hang Yang's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, his panting gradually intensified, and he subconsciously wanted to curl up his body to avoid the hand that was walking on his body, but Hang Xiutu's body pressed up involuntarily, as if he was being hooped In a narrow world, there is nowhere to escape the turbulent, overwhelming pleasure.

Hang Yang buried half of his face in the pillow as if escaping, and his fair neck was elongated by this small movement.

The movements of Hang Xiutu's hands suddenly stopped, and Hang Yang was like a traveler who had found a chance to breathe amidst the roaring mountains and tsunami. He began to breathe heavily, and his chest and waist heaved violently——

But the next moment, Hang Xiutu kissed his neck.

Hang Yang's heart trembled violently, he struggled to stretch out a hand, and instinctively said "Brother" stuck in his throat, he gasped silently again, and shouted tremblingly and hoarsely: "Lu Haochu! "

Then, as if he had grasped the only breakthrough to relieve his emotions, he shouted over and over again: "Hao Chu, Hao Chu..."

Hang Xiutu gently held his hand, exerted a little force, and locked his wrist on top of Hang Yang's head gently but completely irresistibly.

And the kiss on the neck didn't stop, but slowly moved down the slender neck——

Hang Yang groaned unbearably, he struggled to turn his body sideways and escape from this scorching kiss, but it was all in vain.

He saw and felt again, the vortex that desperately wanted to pull him into it—the center of the wave was a dark ring, unknown and strange, which frightened him, but with a wordless bewilderment.

what is that?Where did it come from?Where does it lead?

Hang Yang trembled and stretched out his hand in a daze. He was so afraid that he couldn't help getting closer, and then closer...

The last thing reflected in Hang Yang's eyes is a pair of eyes, a pair of light brown, extremely beautiful eyes, but suppressed desire.

When Gu Xun approached with a smile, Hang Yang's mind went blank, everything in front of him seemed to be separated by a layer of unclear fog, only one hand was still unconsciously clutching Hang Xiutu's sleeve.

"Very good," he heard a voice from outside the mist, "keep this up, let's make it official."

When Hang Yang went back that night, his legs were weak.

Chen Xu and Tang Yi seemed to be chatting something in the back seat, but Hang Yang couldn't hear a word.He has filmed many scenes, all kinds, but none of them are as tired as today.

This is the first time that Hang Yang is quite uncomfortable with the camera, and Gu Xun's requirements are so harsh that he is almost abnormal. His attitude is very simple: if you don't adapt, just shoot until you adapt.

He was like a pancake spread out on the bed, being teased and kissed over and over on the bed, until the fair skin of the whole body turned into a light pink, showing a little bit of lazy coquettishness due to excessive exhaustion. Involuntarily relax your body in front of the camera.

Gu Xun smiled when he yelled "Ka", Hang Yang thought he had a bad temper, but it turned out that this person was amazingly patient.

"Very good," the director looked at Hang Yang, "you must sink."

sinking...

The light in the car was very dark, Hang Yang said these two words silently over and over again, and he patted his side face with one hand: Is it Chu Ye or me who is sinking?

"Tired?" Hang Xiutu's voice sounded softly beside him.

Hang Yang quickly shook his head: "I'm sorry, brother, I'm not in a good state to take pictures so late—well."

Hang Xiutu put his fingers on his lips again, physically interrupting Hang Yang's opening, then gently hugged Hang Yang's body, and patted his waist repeatedly: "Lean on me, rest for a while."

Hang Yang put his head on his shoulder, grabbed Hang Xiutu's coat with one hand, moved his mouth silently, and finally swallowed the sentence "Brother, I'm afraid", and slowly closed his eyes.

After a long while, Hang Yang heard Hang Xiutu's voice in his sleepiness: "Here...don't call me brother in the future."

Hang Yang slightly widened his out-of-focus eyes: "Why, what?"

The voice was deep and soft: "I'm afraid you will confuse family affection with love."

"We're going to play a pair of lovers, aren't we?"

"Then, then me," Hang Yang became at a loss, and began to repeat unconsciously, "Brother, brother."

His voice was a little hoarse, even intermittent: "Brother, I'm a little scared, I'm really, a little scared..."

"Not afraid." The pair of familiar lips kissed Hang Yang's forehead again, with pity in his voice, but still determined, "Xiao Yang, call me by my name."

"Hang—" Hang Yang couldn't continue.

He suddenly buried his head into Hang Xiutu's shoulder, and his body, which had little strength left, began to tremble slightly again, calling out over and over again in a low voice: "Brother, brother."

"No," Hang Xiutu helped him up gently and firmly, staring at those dark eyes full of panic, "Call my name."

Hang Yang was half coaxed and half "intimidated" by him for a long time before finally whispering: "Hang Xiutu..."

"Yes, that's it." Hang Xiutu smiled encouragingly, "Continue."

"Hang, Xiutu."

……

He confusedly pronounced various titles of "Hang Xiu Tu" and "Xiu Tu".

Hang Yang vaguely sensed that something was fermenting and out of control, but he could only hold on to Hang Xiutu's hand tightly in helplessness, and then fell asleep in exhaustion.

The next day's filming is the scene where the two protagonists meet for the first time.

The sunset on a sunny day lasts no more than an hour. If you fail today, you have to wait until tomorrow. The crew has been standing by the Seine River since two o'clock in the afternoon, focusing on photography and looking for angles. Do you have a good foundation in painting or just learn it?"

Hang Yang lifted the tan scarf up a little: "I... Teacher Hang taught me."

"Oh?" Gu Xi squinted his eyes and looked at Hang Xiutu beside him, "How long have you been studying?"

Hang Xiutu came over: "In less than three months, I started teaching him after that dinner party, and he learned my superficiality very quickly."

Gu Xi patted the easel with a smile: "You have a lot of skills."

Hang Xiutu only smiled back and didn't answer.

He patted Hang Yang on the head: "he is also very talented."

"It's just a few strokes without revealing the truth." Hang Yang's voice came out from under the scarf, and he tore off Hang Xiutu's hand, "Brother, ah no, Mr. Hang, don't always praise me indiscriminately."

The second time, this is the second time that Hang Yang stiffly changed from "brother" to "Mr. Hang".

Gu Xun took a deep look at Hang Xiutu, but the amber-like eyes of this man did not show any emotion, they were still the same as before.

Director Gu covered half of his face with the script, and without making a sound, he walked two steps towards the river with one hand in his pocket.

Soon, the sky in the west was soaked with red clouds, and everyone quickly took their positions to grasp this short-lived beauty.

Facing the wind of late winter and early spring, Hang Xiutu walked up with a smile: "What are you painting?"

Probably because he heard Chinese in a foreign land, the young man who was painting with a brush suddenly paused on his wrist hanging in the air. He turned his head, only showing a small half of his face above the scarf, and turned back in a hurry: "..."

did not speak.

The oriental figure who struck up a conversation was not discouraged, and took two steps closer with great interest: "Sunset? But it's not the same as today's scene?"

Finally, a voice came from under the scarf, very soft, but barely audible: "Yeah."

The noisy visitor froze for a moment, then laughed lowly: "I saw you, in Paris—"

"You," the slender little artist finally turned his head and looked straight at him, revealing that beautiful face that could compete with the setting sun, "you are disturbing my setting sun."

"I'm sorry," the frivolous young man apologized immediately. He lightly pressed his index finger on his lips and made a "shh" gesture, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious. "Then I will keep quiet."

——His eyes are so beautiful, like the setting sun.

As if burned by the bright admiration in those eyes, Hang Yang turned his face instantly, and raised the scarf a little bit higher.

He stretched out his hand, but froze in mid-air, not knowing how to write.

The little painter got up suddenly, picked up the painting and was about to tear it up, but the young man quickly snatched it away: "Hey! What are you doing!"

He held the wrinkled drawing paper, with a heartache on his face: "It's fine for you to be angry with me and scold me, what's the matter with the painting? Hey, look, such a beautiful painting..."

"No," the little painter interrupted him, and remained silent on the stool for a few seconds, "I won't paint anymore."

"But it's only half..."

"I'm not going to paint anymore," the little artist got up and slowly packed up his things. "There's only half of this painting. If you want to keep it, you can keep it."

He passed the young man in a hurry, not daring to look up into his eyes.

"Card!" Gu Xun nodded, "Keep one, choose after shooting. Props set, and get another painting."

Hang Yang stood there with his head down, his heart still beating.

Does that heartbeat belong to Chu Ye or to himself?He couldn't tell, he didn't dare to say.

Hang Yang suddenly remembered the two scenes in his last life, the only intersection between himself and Hang Xiutu:

In the first scene, Hang Yang was selling progressive magazines on the street, and the crowd saw Hang Xiutu walking in a hurry, with a dignified expression, but an indescribably familiar face, had he seen it somewhere before?He smiled and stood on tiptoe and waved at the man, but there was no response, the man just lowered his hat brim and blended into the crowd.

In the second scene, he was a youth who was parading and shouting on the street to save the country. The police rushed into the student team, gunshots continued on the street, and the crowd fell into chaos. When Hang Yang ran to the man's side, he paused. Just as he was about to say something, gunshots rang out behind him.

Both times, there was only a moment when the eyes crossed, and there was only silence between thousands of people.

What were you thinking at that time?

Hang Yang clenched his fists slowly, without looking up, he walked to the easel by the river in silence.

That night, Hang Yang went to bed early.

Hang Xiutu stopped in front of his room for a moment, knocked on the door lightly, but got no response, so he went back to his bedroom next door.

He opened the tablet, and the random wallpaper pushed today was completely different from the usual style - it was a small strawberry with a paragraph of text attached.

I can't tell when and where

what kind of demeanor do you see

what kind of conversation did you hear

made me fall in love with you

that was a long time ago

By the time I find myself falling in love with you, I'm already halfway there[1]

Hang Xiutu pondered for a moment, unlocked the phone, opened the address book, hesitated for a moment, and then exited to the desktop.

Such hesitation and hesitation, for Hang Xiutu, was simply a miracle that he had not seen for many years.

After repeating this several times, he still dialed the phone.

"Hey, brother," Hang Xiutu could hear his own voice, very calm, no different from usual, "I have something to tell you."

The author has something to say:

This part needs to be explained for Xiao Yang, the main reason why he was in such a chaotic state in the morning was not because of the bed|scene, but the ambiguous kiss

Anyway, this pot belongs to Erhang