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

Hang Yang has occasionally been in a daze recently, during filming intervals, when reading in the room, or even when eating.

Sometimes he holds a glass of milk and drinks slowly, and looks out of the window while drinking. If he is allowed to do this, within a few minutes, his small background probably has an inexplicable similar temperament to the old monk Ruding.

"Hang Yang? Hang Yang!" Gu Xun's hand "slapped" in front of him.

Hang Yang was so excited that he found Hun'er back in a panic: "Gu, Gu Dao! I'm sorry..."

Gu Xun's face suddenly approached, so frightened that Hang Yang leaned back violently, almost lost his balance and fell off the stool, but fortunately he leaned on a pair of long legs firmly.

Hang Xiutu rubbed Hang Yang's head habitually, raised his eyes and looked at Gu Xun lightly: "Director Gu, he's an old man, speak normally, don't be scary."

"Tsk tsk, what a fucking age you are." Gu Xun gave him an annoyed look.

Director Gu lowered his head again, and looked back and forth at Hang Yang: "It's strange, we've been very happy in the recent scenes, why does our teacher Xiao Hang get more and more filmed—the temperament all over his body is colder? Why does it feel like he's about to be enlightened in the next moment. "

Hang Yang was a little nervous: "Am I not in the right state?"

"No, no," Gu Xi waved his hands, showing his signature fascinated smile, "I haven't thought about your way of handling this before, but the effect of the performance is quite good, indeed, Chu Ye is not the kind of "sudden love" For people who are ecstatic, it is normal to subconsciously wrap panic with indifference, and I am very satisfied."

"However, Director Gu," Hang Yang hesitated, but still asked, "Is today's script a bit too brief? Basically only the scene and outline..."

Before Hang Yang finished speaking, Gu Xun began to smile and nod, his eyes even showed a little hot excitement, which made Hang Yang get goosebumps quietly, and a huge question mark popped up in his mind .

"Ling Su originally wrote it in detail, but I asked him to change it." Director Gu smiled and rubbed his hands, the bright anticipation on his face was a bit exaggerated.

An ominous premonition came over his face, Hang Yang swallowed: "Why...what?"

"Both of you," Gu Dao put one hand in his pocket, and tapped Hang Xiutu and Hang Yang back and forth with the other hand, "Go and fall in love."

Hang Yang: "???"

"The shooting of these three days is very simple. Only the scene has been decided, and everything else is to be determined." Gu Xun put his hand on Hang Yang's shoulder and patted it. It's okay to catch up with the indifferent iceberg beauty, right?"

This, is this the meaning of letting the two of them go to shoot a love record? !

Hang Yang has been exhausted physically and mentally for the past two days, fearing that he would have some strange feelings for Hang Xiutu, he almost jumped up when he heard Director Gu's words - is this okay? !

So he quickly refused on the spot: "No, no, guide Lu, you, you must know better than me that the truly incomparably relaxed state of life cannot be directly put on the screen, we need—"

"Are you the director or am I the director?" Gu Xi's expression turned cold instantly.

"Besides, the initiative of this scene is entirely in Hang Xiutu's hands. He takes you away, and the pressure is all on his side." Gu Zi looked back and forth between the two, "Hang Xiutu hasn't objected yet, why are you in a hurry?"

Hang Yang: "..."

Gu Xun raised his eyebrows and looked at Hang Xiutu: "Is it okay?"

Hang Yang tugged at his sleeve without leaving a trace, and looked at him pitifully, but to Hang Yang's surprise, Hang Xiutu seemed to be unable to understand what he meant, just smiled and rubbed on the top of Hang Yang's head again, without any hesitation. He said without hesitation, "Of course."

He even nods: "A well-placed mood beats a well-crafted sense of design, and I agree with that."

Hang Yang: "!"

Gu Xi laughed loudly: "Come on!"

The scene was quickly put in place and everything was ready, but Assistant Director Li still had some doubts: "Gu Xun, don't you think Mr. Xiaohang is in this state, I think about it later, I don't know what to say - it's still a bit confusing, don't need to adjust it ?”

"What tune?" Gu Xi called out on his face, with a smile on his face, "What I want is his state."

"A beautiful and pure little artist, like a tightly closed clam, but under the fierce pursuit, the shell he bit to death unconsciously loosened a little bit, revealing a little soft flesh to the cold world." Gu The more the director talked, the more excited he became, "He showed a little bit of soft flesh to the handsome and rich slut, he should be confused, confused, and even vigilant, and what Hang Xiutu has to do is to let the beautiful little pearl oyster thoroughly struggle. Sink until you open yourself fully to Him."

There were not many people on the streets of Paris in the early morning. Hang Yang led Hang Xiutu's sleeve and walked blankly. When he was nervous, he was still the same as before, and unconsciously started to shout: "Brother..."

Hang Xiutu turned around, held Hang Yang's face in his hands, and moved closer, the breath of the two lightly sprinkled on each other's face, Hang Yang's heart beat faster and faster, and his pupils were shaking slightly.

"I said, we are acting as a couple, right?" Hang Xiutu whispered with a smile in Hang Yang's ear.

Hang Yang put his head on his shoulder: "well."

"Xiao Yang is a mature actor, what should I call me?" His magnetic voice is like a bottle of wine that is getting better and better, and it lures Hang Yang towards the confusing vortex.

Hang Yang held Hang Xiutu's front with both hands, his voice trembling: "Lu, Lu Haochu."

"Yes." Hang Xiutu smiled.

He pressed Hang Yang's chin with one hand, the beautiful boy's lips were slightly pale, but they showed a different kind of crystal beauty, his thumb rubbed back and forth on the two lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was inspecting himself King of the realm.

The photographer had already started to turn on the phone quietly, but according to Gu Xun's intentions, there was no sound or tapping.

The sun shone on the two of them, and into Hang Yang's slightly trembling dark eyes, it was incredibly bright.

"It's so beautiful..." Someone behind the monitor sighed with emotion.

Probably not alone, Gu Xun looked at the screen and smiled, holding his chin in one hand, and said the voices of countless people: "This place is worth a kiss."

Before he finished speaking, the couple on the screen moved.

Hang Xiutu leaned down without hesitation, and kissed a superficial kiss on the corner of Hang Yang's lips.

The sound of "hissing" behind Director Gu's back became one piece in an instant.

The camera zoomed in, and faithfully incorporated all of Hang Yang's reactions into the shot: his slightly dilated pupils, the fingers touching the corners of his lips helplessly, and his earlobes that were getting redder...

The beautiful little painter is as fresh, pure and tempting as a piece of cake that has just been peeled off. What's more, he doesn't know how delicious he is, and how many people will lie on the transparent glass of the closet and throw at him salivating gaze.

"Lu, Haochu?" Hang Yang turned his head and murmured.

"I'm sorry," Hang Xiutu pulled his hand and kissed his fingertips, and quickly switched from French to Chinese, "You are too beautiful, I just think that if I don't do this, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

Hang Yang withdrew his hand like an electric shock, lowered his head, lifted the easel on his back, avoided Hang Xiutu's sight, and hurried away.

Hang Xiutu didn't stop him, but just followed Hang Yang, with a distance of not too close or far between them, and they just walked leisurely.

Hang Yang stopped on the road several times, clenched and loosened his hands repeatedly, and finally turned around.

With his head down, he lifted the scarf up, and a slightly vague voice came from below: "Don't follow me."

Hang Xiutu didn't answer, but approached slowly.

Hang Yang wanted to back subconsciously, but Hang Xiutu grabbed his wrist, he bent down slightly, put his hand on Hang Yang's chin lightly, and lifted it up: "Why don't you dare to look at me?"

His eyes were so frank and fierce, Hang Yang was in a trance, only felt that his heart was like being sprinkled with a bottle of strong white wine, and it was as hot as burning.

If only he would see me that way in real life.

——An absurd thought popped out of Hang Yang's mind suddenly, his eyes widened suddenly, his knuckle knuckles were already faintly white, and he tried his best to drive the thought out of his mind.

"You're going to bow your head again." Hang Xiutu's voice was extremely gentle, but his movements were almost domineering. He put his arm around Hang Yang's waist, and exerted a little force on the hand on Hang Yang's chin. Cuo's beauty is almost "enclosed" in his firm arms, and there is no way to avoid it.

Hang Xiutu leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Tell me, why don't you dare look at me?"

Hang Yang was a little dazed, he looked at Hang Xiutu blankly: "I, I dare not look in your eyes."

Hang Xiutu smiled slightly, he slowly loosened Hang Yang's waist and chin, and only held the five fingers of Hang Yang's right hand in vain: "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Hang Yang subconsciously denied: "No..."

"I love you," Hang Xiutu's confession came suddenly and logically, he looked into Hang Yang's eyes, and his voice softened, "I don't even know how to restrain my love."

Hang Yang couldn't say a word, he just looked at him in a daze.

Hang Xiutu held Hang Yang's hand to his lips, he didn't squeeze it tightly, but Hang Yang didn't pull it out.

"Will you give such a foolish suitor a little patience?"

With a smile on his face, Hang Xiutu planted a pious kiss on the painter's white fingertips.

Behind the monitor, the smile on Gu Xi’s face deepened, and he repeated to the photographer over and over again: “Shoot Hang Yang! Zoom in and take a close-up of Hang Yang! This expression is amazing!”

"Congratulations to my little pearl oyster, I can already see a bit of the plump soft meat under its hard shell."

"Dug!" A girl behind said "spit" excitedly, "Teacher Hang is playing hard to get!"

I have to say that the girls present are more expert than each other: "What kind of criminal scene is this where an old man seduces an ignorant boy?!"

Then there was a "slap" slap, very loudly: "What are you talking about! Our teacher Hang is not old at all!"

"I just mean, this sense of atmosphere! Do you understand?" The witnesses present quickly started an academic discussion.

There is also the strange sound of "hissing and sizzling" incessantly: "I clicked and gave simple a follow, blah blah, why am I so blind!"

Another voice was quite proud: "I am a veteran Xipi fan who has existed since the first interview before the broadcast of "Zhihua Gai", with a brand of 11th grade, and the big golden brand next to the ID has only four words-'virtuous and respected'! What is vision?!"

A group of girls were amazed, immersed in other people's love and couldn't extricate themselves:

"You cow..."

"Mist Grass, entered the pit earlier than me!"

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Erhang, tsk tsk