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

In the evening of the next day, not long after the filming of today's scene, Hang Xiutu received a phone call. The two of them seemed to have only a few words, but Hang Xiutu was in a hurry after hanging up the phone.

"I have something to do. Let's go out." Hang Xiutu picked up his coat and walked towards the door. Before he left, he didn't forget to ask, "Call Tang Yi or Chen Xu and ask them to cook for you."

“Well.” Hang Yang nodded.

Just looking at the back of Hang Xiutu, Hang Yang always felt a little strange: Paris, a foreign country, what can be urgent?

The place where Hang Xiu came - is the airport.

He caught sight of Hang Xiuyuan who was in the crowd, and before he could make a sound, his elder brother rushed up with a blank expression: "Go."

The two found a hiding place at random. Before they could catch their breath, Hang Xiuyuan grabbed his younger brother by the collar and yanked it in his direction: "What do you mean by what you said on the phone?"

Hang Xiutu looked calm: "literally."

Hang Xiuyuan's eyes widened in disbelief. It may have been more than ten years. Hang Xiutu almost forgot how long he hadn't seen his brother lose his composure: "You said you fell in love with Xiao Yang?"

Hang Xiutu lowered his eyelashes lightly and didn't speak, but it was tantamount to acquiescing.

"You're so! You're so—"

There was sharp tinnitus in Hang Xiuyuan's ears, he pressed his temple hard, and staggered back two steps.

He took a deep breath: "Does Xiao Yang know what you think about him?"

"not yet."

"There is still room for redemption." Hang Xiuyuan wearily supported the wall next to him, his eyes were very black and blue, "Hang Xiutu, once your current filming is over, you will go abroad for me, and you will not be allowed to come back within a year. "

Hang Xiutu frowned: "Impossible."

"Fuck you!" Hang Xiuyuan almost punched him, he took two deep breaths before trying to maintain his dignity, "Say it again."

Hang Xiutu: "Hang Yang has no blood relationship with us, and there is no legal relationship. I pursue him as my future lover. What's the problem?"

"What's the problem?" Hang Xiuyuan was shocked, "First, the one you fell in love with is the same sex; second, Xiao Yang has been raised by us as a younger brother for 20 years, well, even if my ability to accept has been sharpened by you , what do you think parents think?"

"So, brother," Hang Xiutu said softly, "I want you to help me."

Hang Xiuyuan had a "whatthefuck" face: "You don't think this is a mistake that should be corrected at all, do you?"

"Since Hang Yang went to elementary school, the time I spent with him is not even comparable to an 8-month-old cat," Hang Xiutu continued, staring into Hang Xiuyuan's eyes, "until the car accident happened, until I found out that he was with us It's not my biological brother, I really know him, I think... I have nothing wrong with him."

"You admit it," Hang Xiuyuan paced back and forth, almost laughing, "You admit it!"

"..." Hang Xiutu didn't answer, just looked at him quietly.

Finally, Hang Xiuyuan didn't know how long he had been gone, and finally heaved a long sigh: "You've already made a fucking decision, right?"

Hang Xiutu: "Yes."

Hang Xiuyuan punched the wall next to him and cursed in a low voice.

He knew from a young age that his younger brother had his own opinions, but almost no one could change his mind about what Hang Xiutu decided.

Hang Xiuyuan suddenly remembered a long past event. When his second brother was 13 years old, he skipped the final exam because he went to watch a drama performance on tour.

At that time, his father was in his prime, and he was more majestic than he is now. He looked down at the half-grown Hang Xiutu: "Explain?"

Hang Xiutu's cold light-colored eyes stared at his father, showing no trace of fear: "This is my own business, I just made a choice, and I don't need to report to you."

Later, Hang Xiutu stepped into the entertainment circle determinedly.

Hang Xiuyuan was not there at the time, and he could only capture what happened that year from his mother's sighs and Uncle Li's few words. His second brother, a talented son of heaven, walked into the rainstorm with bruises and nothing.

Hang Xiuyuan really couldn't figure it out: the Hang family was rich and harmonious, his parents were smart, courageous, decent, and had a good relationship. Father's high expectations, he should be naive and weak, how could he develop such a character? !

The two brothers had been blowing in the cold wind for an unknown how long before Hang Xiuyuan finally raised his head. He pointed weakly at his younger brother: "I owe you in my previous life."

Hang Xiutu lowered his head and apologized sincerely: "Brother, I'm sorry."

Hang Xiuyuan's hands trembled in mid-air, as if he wanted to say something, and finally he just sighed: "I see, I will find a way to mediate with my parents. Get out of front of me right now, don't let me see Your face!"

"Okay." Hang Xiutu nodded his head flexibly.

"Wait, get back," the elder brother quickly regretted, and waved to Hang Xiutu who was just about to leave, "I've been flying for more than ten hours, I can't just see you as a bastard, go, take me to see Xiao Yang .”

When Hang Yang saw his elder brother enter the door, he thought he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes to make sure, and greeted him happily: "Brother!"

Hang Xiuyuan hugged Hang Yang who rushed forward, turned around, smiled and patted his head: "Xiao Yang, are you tired?"

"There are only one or two announcements a day, so it's half a vacation." Hang Yang looked at Hang Xiuyuan's bags under his eyes, and even touched them with his hands. "But you, brother, why are you so tired recently and come all the way to see us?"

Hang Xiuyuan glanced at Hang Xiutu secretly, and said with a smile: "Actually, there is a [-] who caused trouble for the eldest brother, so I came all the way here to see Xiao Yang."

Hang [-] Xiutu: "..."

Hang Yang pointed at his room and smiled like a little angel: "Brother, then you can live in my room today and have a good rest! I'll make do with my second brother for a night."

Share the same bed!

——Hang Xiuyuan almost shivered on the spot, showing a slightly stiff smile, and began to insult a certain beast repeatedly in his heart: "No need, I, er, have settled the accommodation."

Hang Yang noticed that the atmosphere between the two brothers was a bit subtle: "Brother, what you said is troublesome..."

"Xiao Yang," Hang Xiutu walked over and rubbed his head, under Hang Xiuyuan's instantly darkened face, put his arm around Hang Yang's shoulder, and led him slowly towards the kitchen, "Brother has been on the plane all day, Before I have time to eat properly, you go and pack a set of tableware and come out, and then help me get something to eat."

Hang Yang's shoulders stiffened slightly. Since the first day of filming, the relationship between the two has always been a little indescribably subtle, especially when facing some physical contact.

"There can be no mistakes." Hang Yang hurriedly said silently in his heart.

He turned his head just right to avoid Hang Xiutu's eyes, and waved vigorously at Hang Xiuyuan: "Brother, don't worry, just wait a moment!"

Hang Xiuyuan was even more uncomfortable, seeing his number one animal abducting his cutest little brother with his own eyes, he almost had a heart attack, the artificial smile on his face was almost unstoppable, and he nodded reluctantly.

In this way, the three of them "have their own ghosts" spent a night in a foreign country.

During dinner, ah no, during supper, Hang Xiuyuan, as the eldest brother, wanted to chat casually to break the inexplicably awkward atmosphere, and his expression towards Hang Xiutu softened a bit: "You guys came all the way here, there should be some good movies Want to shoot?"

Hang Yang smiled and nodded: "Cooperate with director Gu Xun, and the production team is an absolute gold medal team."

"That's it." Hang Xiuyuan also laughed, "Since last year, my little assistants have been chatting with Xiao Yang every day, and my ears are almost callused. You can be careful in repairing the road, and be careful that the status of the national male god is not good enough." Paula."

Hang Xiutu scooped up a spoonful of soup elegantly, smiled and said nothing.

Hang Yang was a little strange: "Oh yes, brother, why didn't I see you bring an assistant over?"

"Let's go, I'm in a hurry," Hang Xiuyuan immediately changed the topic, "Oh yes, what is the subject of the film you are shooting now?"

The scene suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

After a while, Hang Yang held up his cup in front of him and whispered, "Love, love."

Hang Xiuyuan was surprised: "You two important male roles...won't two men compete for one woman? No way."

Hang Yang coughed twice: "That, that, shoot the two of us in love."

Hang Xiuyuan: "..."

He slowly covered his face: Hang Xiutu, a bastard with ulterior motives!

"Brother? Big brother?" Hang Yang didn't expect his big brother to react so strongly, so he was a little nervous.

"It's okay." Hang Xiuyuan raised his head, his facial expression was a little too stiff, "It's a literary work, haha, it's pretty good."

Early the next morning, Hang Xiuyuan went to the airport with a slightly weak face, while Hang Yang and Hang Xiutu went to filming as usual.

Hang Yang was still looking out the window while sitting in the car: "Brother, is he okay? I always think he looks a little strange these two days...Brother, ah no, Mr. Hang, do you think he wants to say something to me?"

"Maybe it's because you're too tired, so you don't have to worry about elder brother, he will adjust himself naturally," Hang Xiutu gently hugged Hang Yang, "I didn't sleep early yesterday, so let's rest for a while."

Hang Yang felt the temperature coming through the fabric, and the hand on Hang Xiutu's shoulder trembled slightly, but in the end he didn't push it away. He buried his face in Hang Xiutu's arms and gave a low "um".

"Today's scene," Director Gu said in a rather ordinary way, he yawned, "Hang Xiutu, act out the flirtatiousness of the rich, to put it simply, you have to put on a show in front of your sweetheart. Is there that GIF of courtship? The feeling of acting is fine.”

He turned to Hang Yang: "If Hang Xiutu's acting is in place, you don't have to act at all, and you can be as embarrassed as you want."

Hang Xiutu: "..."

Hang Yang: "...OK."

Gu Zi rushed to the props group and waved his hand: "Take out the painting, be careful."

He gave Hang Yang a winter landscape oil painting.

"You have to move smartly later, but you still have to be careful. You can't damage the painting. This time is different from last time. It's not the draft that the ancestor took casually. If you break it..." Gu Xun glanced at Hang Xiutu With a glance, "Let your brother pay for it."

The corners of Hang Yang's eyes twitched a little: "Who is 'that ancestor'?"

"Xun Xu." Gu Xun gave a "tsk", "I promised to put his name in the director's and screenwriter's department, so he lent me the work."

Hang Xiutu was a little surprised: "Xun Xu? If you don't tell me, I'd almost forget it. He didn't say he hasn't played for two or three years, right?"

Gu Xun nodded: "Yes, the young master who is not short of money at home. If you want to act, you can choose two literary films and play them. In the past two years, you have been obsessed with holding art exhibitions in various places. You are really talented, but your personality is too stinky. "

A young master with a stinky personality and talent... Hang Yang suddenly popped up Gu Yuan's shaky face, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Seeing Gu Xi and Hang Xiutu looking at him at the same time, he quickly waved his hands: "It's okay, I think of a friend who looks a bit like this teacher Xun."

Gu Xun was shocked: "A person who looks a bit like Xun Xu, you can still be friends with him?! It's you, Hang Yang!"

The assistant director next to him started to urge: "Gu Xi, what's the matter with the two of you chatting! The group performances are all ready, hurry up and shoot, get off work after filming!"

"What are you yelling, it's like a trumpet!" Director Gu Da has always been blatantly double-labeled, and he yelled back with doubled momentum, "Let's go, let's go to the show."

This is a charity auction at the XS Academy of the Arts.

Chu Ye, played by Hang Yang, was entrusted to provide works, but this maverick and lonely little painter did not hand in the framed paintings honestly and on time like everyone else. On the contrary, he delayed until the last moment before the start of the auction .

Hang Yang took the circled painting and threw it into the hands of the person in charge. His French was still a little jerky, but it fit the character's image: "The painting is finished."

"Do you know that it was supposed to be five days ago..." The person in charge opened the painting, stopped talking suddenly, and sighed, "Okay, leave the rest to us, and your VIP seat is still reserved."

The auction process went quickly. After all, they were students who were not yet famous. Most of the works could be sold for [-] to [-] euros, and few outstanding ones could be sold for [-] euros.

The host introduced, bid, and then took a group photo... All the processes were perfect and elegant, indeed impeccable, but Chu Ye felt a little drowsy.

"Chu, Mr. Chu?" A staff member in a tuxedo bent over and patted him on the shoulder, "It's almost time for your work, and your dress is not formal enough, would you consider going backstage to change it? "

Hang Yang's slender eyelashes trembled, revealing sleepy eyes: "No, no need."

The staff didn't say much, bowed deeply again, and walked backstage.

Chu Ye's painting was placed at the end of the show. The time was rushed, and it was sent to the stage with only a little processing, but the discussion in the audience seemed to be louder.

The protagonist came to the stage in casual clothes with his head bowed, and the tan scarf still covered half of his face. Chu Ye was a little impatient to hear the host talk about his name and the awards he had won, and his eyes were on the audience. Scanning——Suddenly, the frame was fixed on the face that had only met once.

It may be that his oriental face is very different in a group of Europeans, or his appearance is too prominent, or that the man looked at him with such bright and clear eyes.

Chu Ye looked away unnaturally and lowered his eyelashes.

The camera quickly caught up and moved the camera closer to capture the subtle changes in the expressions of the two, especially the eyes.

The bidding began, this time it was an unprecedented climax, and the price quickly reached tens of thousands—the scene was enthusiastic but still elegant.

Just when everyone thought it would end perfectly with a price of [-] euros, Hang Xiutu raised the sign in his hand: "[-]."

Fifty thousand euros, a little famous student's work, is a little expensive even for a charity gala.

"5 once!" The host shouted, "[-] taels—"

"Fifty-five thousand." Someone raised a placard again. It was a handsome young man with platinum-blond hair, and he nodded gracefully in the sight of Hang Xiutu.

Unexpectedly, Hang Xiutu smiled slightly, leaning on the seat relaxedly, and leisurely raised the sign: "One hundred thousand."

Hang Yang didn't expect that Hang Xiutu's eyes could also act out the fluttering eyes. When he looked at him, the affection in his eyes almost made people drown unconsciously. He obviously didn't move much, and his words and deeds were all It is full of aristocratic calm and elegance, but it is exactly as Gu Xun said-it makes people inexplicably think of a peacock with its tail open.

Hang Yang pinched the corner of the clothes unconsciously with his hands, and his pink and white knuckles rubbed against the brown clothes.

The camera is just right for his hand, and Gu Xi is smiling behind the monitor. The hand on the screen is so beautiful, with an unknowing lust, so the beauty is even more thrilling.

The platinum-haired European youth smiled at Hang Xiutu, embarrassed and annoyed by the fact that his beard had not been cut off, he just said with his mouth: You won.

There was a lot of discussion on the set, and everyone's eyes were ambiguously traveling between the rich young man and the beautiful oriental painter on stage, and whispers arose everywhere.

"Once for [-]! Twice for [-]!" Just when the host thought that the price must be settled at [-] without any dispute, someone raised a placard slowly!

And this person is Hang Xiutu.

He smiled and said calmly, "20."

The discussion in the audience instantly raised the volume, how can a fool raise his own price?unless……

Hang Yang lowered his head flusteredly under people's ambiguous, disdainful, envious or jealous eyes, and quickly lifted the scarf up, as if it would give him some sense of security and courage.

Before the host dropped the hammer, Hang Xiutu got up from his seat, straightened his suit, and strode onto the stage.

The host approached: "Let me introduce you two..."

"No need." The man interrupted him with a smile.

He gently pulled Hang Yang's hand clutching the corner of his clothes, put it on his lips and kissed it, and said softly in fluent French: "Please look at me."

There was an uproar in the audience, and everyone's eyes were focused on the couple.

Chu Ye raised his head slowly, his eyes still trembling slightly, showing a little helpless panic.

"Please don't be nervous," the man helped him straighten the messy hair at the temples, his voice was extremely gentle, "Mr. Chu Ye, I just bought it at a price worthy of this painting."

"My name is Lu Haochu, and I'm your admirer."

This is just a self-introduction, just a self-introduction!

It's not that Hang Yang has never photographed pure love works, but he still uncontrollably loses his helmet and disarms in such a sight, and is defeated. His slightly trembling palms are sweating, and he subconsciously wants to pull them out, but Hang Xiutu grips them even tighter.

Something is out of control—

Hang Yang gently closed his eyes when the sound of "ka" fell.

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