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

Just after filming, it was the most leisure time for Hang Xiutu and Hang Yang.

Hang Xiutu didn't forget to put what he said before on the agenda, and within two or three days, he called Muduiyan: "Mr. Mu, excuse me."

A gentle voice came from the phone: "Mr. Hang, I was stunned when I saw the caller ID. I'm honored! What's your business?"

"You're welcome," Hang Xiutu thought about it, "That's it, Hang Yang and I just finished filming a movie, and his state..."

Seeing Hang Xiutu hesitate, Teacher Mu asked tentatively: "Is Teacher Hang Yang having difficulty performing again?"

"No," Hang Xiutu denied, "According to my experience, his emotional fluctuations are considered normal, but recently he has been in a daze frequently, and his reaction is much slower than before."

Muduiyan nodded thoughtfully: "I probably understand what you said."

"Well," Hang Xiutu continued, "I want to send Xiao Yang to your place in the near future. I wonder if it's convenient for you?"

"Of course." Mu Duiran said with a gentle smile, "It's really rare for someone like you to personally help my younger brother to see a psychiatrist. It's also my honor to be trusted by you. In this way, the fastest way is this Saturday night We can then meet and then if need be, we can fix weekly consultation hours."

Hang Xiutu knew it as soon as he heard it. How could a psychiatrist at Muduiyan's level happen to be vacant on Saturday night?Eighty percent of them took out the rest time they vacated.

He accepted the favor: "I'm sorry to bother you, thank you very much, Hang Yang and I must be on time."

After the two exchanged the specific time and place, they settled the matter.

In the spacious consulting room, Mu Duiyan sat on the soft seat, looking at the screen of the mobile phone that had been turned off, thinking.After a while, he repeated in a low voice: "Hang, Yang."

The two words jumped out from between the lips and tongue, as if they carried the muscle memory of many years ago, they always felt strange but extremely familiar.

Muduiyan narrowed his eyes and showed a nostalgic smile.

On Saturday, Hang Yang's right eyelid was trembling all the time, especially before he entered the consulting room of the psychological counselor, this sense of anxiety reached its peak.

Just a second before Hang Xiutu raised his hand to knock on the door, Hang Yang suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes and tugged.

Hang Xiutu turned to look at him: "Huh?"

Hang Yang looked a little uneasy, he hesitated: "I, we, or..."

Nervous——Among those who are about to undergo psychological counseling, it is normal to have such emotions. Some people will look forward to it, while others will reject it. Hang Xiutu didn't take it seriously, just patted the back of Hang Yang's head lightly, He said casually as if joking: "This Mr. Mu's consultation fee is not low, you can just chat with him casually, you have the right to relax."

Wood.

——The moment he heard this surname, the end of Hang Yang's eyes twitched uncontrollably, but Hang Xiutu had already opened the door of the consulting room.

"Hello, both of you." A gentle and elegant young man got up to greet him. He smiled warmly, and he made people feel good when he opened his mouth.

Except for Hang Yang.

He knew this person a long time ago, or rather, in the last life.

He nailed his whole body in place, looking at the wood pile smoke, a hazy white mist began to appear in front of his eyes, "Hey—" the sudden sharp tinnitus in his ears made him dizzy, Hang Yang staggered a bit, was caught by Hang Xiutu Hold on to him: "what's the matter?"

"It's okay," Hang Yang shook his head and smiled at Hang Xiutu, "I didn't stand firm."

He seemed to be a little out of spirit, so Hang Xiutu didn't ask any more questions, and just helped Hang Yang tidy up his collar: "Talk with Mr. Mu casually, call me when it's over, and I'll pick you up."

Hang Yang nodded obediently: "Yes."

Afterwards, Hang Yang followed Muduiyan into his psychological consultation room. The warm-colored furniture is basically used here, which looks comfortable. The surrounding curtains are drawn tightly, and the temperature and humidity in the room are controlled by the air conditioner, giving people a pleasant feeling. Enough sense of security.

There are two opposite soft seats of a small coffee table in the middle.

Muduiyan signaled Hang Yang to sit down on one of the sofas: "Please sit down."

"Do you want tea? Or coffee?" He smiled and looked at Hang Yang, but he was deliberately avoided.

Hang Yang crossed his hands on his chest: "Coffee, thank you, Teacher Mu."

"Well." Muduiyan walked to the huge espresso machine, he always felt that there was something unspeakable incongruous about this Hang Yang: he was too guarded against himself, whether it was walking or sitting posture, Or unintentionally avoiding his eyes... It can be seen that Hang Yang wants to relax and has full respect for himself, but the strings in his heart have been subconsciously tense.

If it's just a matter of acting, why are you so nervous?

Muduiyan knew about Hang Yang's family situation and background. He was raised in Jinxiudui since he was a child. His parents and two elder brothers cared for him very much. Now it seems that he has a successful career at a young age and the biggest setback in his life. It should be the exposure of the wrong raising.

He thought about it for a while: Maybe the matter of miscarriage is not "one-shot" or "perfect solution" as Hang Xiutu said, on the contrary, it may have brought great hidden worries or uneasiness to Hang Yang.

With the brewing of coffee, the whole room is filled with a mellow coffee aroma. For many people, this taste can be regarded as a kind of relaxation.

Teacher Mu took the brewed coffee and walked over with a smile: "Come."

"Thank you." Hang Yang still behaved appropriately but cautiously.

Realizing that the other party didn't intend to speak first, Mu Duiyan sat down on the sofa casually, and said with a smile: "Actually, when Teacher Hang mentioned you to me, I had a natural sense of closeness, probably because of your name. I had a very good friend many years ago, also named Hang Yang."

A method not commonly used by psychological counselors - self-exposure, first open yourself to the patient, and thereby quickly draw closer and gain trust.

Generally speaking, Muduiyan will never reveal itself to patients too early or too deeply, especially about "Hang Yang".This time it might really be fate, he was able to sit and chat face to face with a person with the same name and surname, and what's more, the two seemed to have inexplicably similar auras.

"Same as my name?" Hang Yang seemed to show some interest, "This surname and first name are not common, that's really a coincidence."

Muduiyan sank into the sofa, as if caught in a ball of ungraspable memories: "He was also an actor, but he was not well-known, he was gentle and strong, and treated people well. When you get famous, you lose your chance forever."

"Forever?" Hang Yang sat forward, as if curious about this person with the same name and surname as himself.

But the smoky eyes of the wooden pile darkened a bit: No!

The mature actor in front of him is treating this psychological consultation as a high-intensity audition. His technique is perfect, but there are always some unintentional relaxation gaps: he will gently rub his fingers, and occasionally look up to the right ; and when the hesitation in his tone hits the logical accent, he will look directly at himself "sincerely" and nod slightly to show his concentration.

Why bother?

From Muduiyan's point of view, this fact is incomprehensible.

He has seen patients forced to come here by their family members. They often directly show impatience or even irritability, but he has never played a "cooperative patient" so hard and delicately in front of him. Why?

So Muduiyan stopped talking, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, you were the one talking to me, but now I'm coming to talk to you. This happened many years ago, no matter how hard it is to find out What's going on, how about, Mr. Xiaohang, tell me about the scenes you've filmed?"

He tilted his head and smiled: "I rarely meet actors, let alone someone as outstanding as you. Don't worry, I guarantee with the professionalism of a professional psychological counselor that no third person will know what we have talked about."

Muduiyan leaned forward, lowered his voice and blinked: "Including Teacher Hang."

"Of course." Hang Yang laughed.

Looking at Hang Yang's state, he knows very well that no one else will know about today's conversation—then who is he playing against?Could it be a stranger like myself?

"I'm very interested in another teacher Hang Yang that Mr. Mu just mentioned. If it doesn't offend, why don't the teacher talk to me?" Hang Yang said with a smile.

There was no change in expression on the face of the wooden pile of smoke, but a change in mood: he keenly observed that although his tone was brisk, Hang Yang's body did not relax, but became more tense.

Reconnecting to what he just said - deliberately let Muduiyan talk more, and he didn't want to talk more.

He doesn't want to mention acting?

Does he clearly know the reason for his difficulty in acting?

Or was he just trying to avoid narrating in front of himself?

Teacher Mu is almost sure: the person in front of him is hiding from himself, even cheating, the reason is unknown, the motive is unknown, and he even just met this young and beautiful stranger today.

Unbelievable.

As a psychologist, he became interested in Hang Yang uncontrollably: this is not like a consultation, but like a game.

"Okay," Muduiyan laughed, "it may indeed be fate. If you are interested, let me tell you about the 'Hang Yang' I know."

Hang Yang nodded: "I would like to hear the details."

"I was a junior high school classmate with him. He doesn't talk much, he always looks gentle and has good grades, but his face probably hasn't opened yet in junior high," Muduiyan slowly fell into the memory, revealing a faint, Smile sincerely, "At that time, he was not as handsome as he was when he was an adult, he was just ordinary."

"But at that time, the class I was in was really not outstanding. Later, there seemed to be several hooligans in it, and even the style of the whole class was a bit wild. He was like a rabbit in a wolf's den. Too gentle and kind, and so gentle and stubborn, in such an environment, he is both inconspicuous and different..."

"then……"

At that time, Hang Yang had just entered junior high school, and the self-awareness of boys and girls was barely budding. It happened to be a period full of "naive hostility".

It was in such an environment that Hang Yang became known as a "fool who only knows how to read" and a "disgusted idiot" with pure kindness.

"My first impression of him was because of a prank." Teacher Mu supported his face with one hand, taking into account all the subtle changes in Hang Yang's expression.

Too deliberate... Muduiyan said in his heart.

The facial muscles of ordinary people will change slightly with the voice of the interlocutor, but this person in front of him does not. His smile seems to be welded on his face, which is both impeccable and fragile.

Muduiyan's interest in Hang Yang reached its peak at this moment, but his tone remained unchanged and he continued to speak slowly.

"Children at that age are really naive to play tricks..."

Following his narration, the originally vague memory became clearer in front of Hang Yang, as if it had never been deliberately put aside.He followed the narration of Muduiyan, listening in silence with no expression, and suddenly had a wonderful feeling: it seemed that he was observing his life from a third-party perspective.

That day, the students in the class put the rags used during the week on the top of the door, intending to give the new young math teacher a "little surprise". Watching the wind by the window, seeing the figure of the math teacher at the end of the corridor, he immediately turned his head and made a "shh" gesture to the whole class.

The whole class was instantly quiet.

But at this moment, Hang Yang suddenly rushed up with a stride and shook down the dirty rag that was dangling on the door.

The teacher opened the door and came in, and what he saw was Hang Yang pretending to be wiping the blackboard with a rag.

"This classmate?" The teacher was not happy, "Cleaning the blackboard must be done after class, you are wasting the time of the teacher and everyone, remember?"

Hang Yang didn’t explain, just nodded and apologized.

"I thought at the time," Muduiyan smiled and turned his head, "How could a person who is so gentle and even timid have the courage to do such a thing? After all, in the eyes of half-grown children, the decision of the whole class Going the other way—it must take a lot of courage."

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