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

Hang Yang is poor.

After graduating from high school, Hang Yang was admitted to the automation department of H University. When he left his so-called "home" by train, he felt unprecedented joy. Running forward, towards his hopeful future.

Hang Yang has never been in touch with his aunt's family again, and his life on campus is thriving.

It seemed that his scarred past was lightly covered by a layer of soft cotton, and he was already able to look decently into the future with a smile.

Just like that, Hang Yang picked up the broken pieces of himself from the ground, put them together carefully, and took a look-it seemed that he had never been broken.

He studies diligently, and the weighted weight of each semester ranks among the top three in his major. He is awarded the [-] national award, the school's three-merit scholarship, plus subsidies for poor students, student loans, and Hang Yang's salary in the work-study post...he is alone. The little days of my life were so lively and colorful, except that I was a little busier, I was just like everyone else.

But it all ended on a day when Hang Yang was a sophomore. On this day, he was drawing circuits in the self-study room. He forgot the time when debugging. It was almost eleven o'clock when he was kicked out of the classroom by the guard.

He twisted his sore neck and planned to go to the garden near the library to relax, but as the surrounding lights gradually dimmed, Hang Yang suddenly felt a strange feeling of chills on his back—maybe he suffered from long-term domestic violence when he was a child , his ability to detect danger is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Hang Yang turned his head and walked away, just as he was about to run towards a crowded place, a muscular arm suddenly stretched out from behind and held Hang Yang's mouth firmly, and his creepy voice sounded from behind: "You are Liu Hetai's Nephew, take it easy, we have something to do with you."

Liu Hetai!Hang Yang's scumbag uncle!

The moment he heard the name, Hang Yang got the strength from nowhere, hugged the man's arm and bit down hard, taking advantage of the moment when the man growled in pain, he broke free from his restraint, Pulled his legs and rushed out——

He shouted loudly while running: "Is anyone there! Lightly call the security department—"

Before Hang Yang ran a few steps, he was instantly thrown down by someone grabbing his arm with a very professional grasping technique, and his arm was forcefully thrown behind him. Hang Yang could almost hear the "creaking" of the joints being unable to bear the heavy load sound.

But the hard knee pressed against his back with a muffled "boom", blocking Hang Yang's screams in his throat. His chest was suppressed to the extreme, and he couldn't utter a word. He could only breathe with all his strength. With a strange sound like a broken bellows, Hang Yang almost fainted instantly under the strong suffocation and pain.

"Be gentle," another voice sounded, and with the sound of footsteps, he was getting closer and closer to him, "This kid looks like his body is defiant, don't make him useless."

A pungent cigarette was slapped on Hang Yang's face, and the man's voice sounded slowly again: "We don't do anything illegal."

The person who restrained Hang Yang uttered a dirty word, but he still took some of his strength away by cursing.

A large amount of fresh air rushed into his lungs at once, and Hang Yang coughed violently because of the sudden accelerated breathing, his whole body twitched slightly on the ground, and cold sweat instantly soaked the shirt on his back.

"Know some current affairs, a talented student, I want you to feel at ease, and don't bother me, let's talk about it, do you think it's okay?" Hang Yang's ears seemed to be covered with a mask, but he could barely hear The person in front of him said in a carefree voice, "Hey, your name is Hang Yang, and you are Liu Hetai's nephew, right?"

"No..." Hang Yang gritted his teeth and shook his head, no matter how many times he asked, he insisted "I don't know him".

The two people who questioned themselves seemed anxious, and the one squatting in front made a phone call casually.

"Brother Li, Brother Li!" Hang Yang slowly closed his eyes when the auntie's familiar voice came from the phone.

One hand squeezed Hang Yang's chin fiercely and lifted it up: "Is this man the nephew you mentioned?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the woman said with trepidation, "Yes! It's him!"

"Very good," the man let go of Hang Yang's chin, and hid his ruthlessness in an understatement tone, "Mr. Hang, that's it. Your uncle owes us some money, let's calculate it with interest, it's about 800 million ..."

"I have nothing to do with their family!" Hang Yang interrupted him, his voice was hoarse but almost hoarse, "Why the hell are you looking for me!"

The shrill voice of my aunt came from the phone: "You eat my clothes and wear mine and use mine! Our family fed you mouthfuls, and now something happened and you turned your back on me! You deserve to be damned! You are a motherfucker!" Motherless-"

The man hung up the phone lightly with a "snap", and the woman's abuse and insults stopped abruptly.

He took a puff of smoke slowly, and looked at Hang Yang with a smile on his unshaven face: "It's hard to get out from under this pair of scumbags, to be admitted to such a good university, and to be involved again, isn't it reconciled?"

Hang Yang's voice was hoarse: "you can go to them for the money they owe, it's none of my business!"

"Tsk," the man threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it, and squatted down in front of Hang Yang, "His house and car are bought, Liu Hetai, the dog stuff is already disabled; his wife is selling it now, but he can make up How much money? As for the thirteen or fourteen-year-old fat boy in his family..."

The man laughed: "It's not worth a lot of money if you buy it."

"We are not crazy bastards." The man patted Hang Yang's face, and his voice was even gentle, "Isn't it because I have no choice but to come to you, there are less than 600 million left, top students, think of a way. "

Hang Yang forgot how he got back to the dormitory that day, forgot how he dealt with the inquiries from his roommates, and even forgot the intimidation of those two men.

But he still remembered the man's last words:

"In the next life, you will have better luck in reincarnation, so don't be relatives with animals."

The next day, Hang Yang skipped class for the first time and wandered aimlessly in the school. His mind was empty, like a mass of lifeless wandering soul.

"Young man? Young man!" When Hang Yang was suddenly woken up, he found that he had wandered into a messy crowd at some point, looking at the cameras, monitors and slide rails next to him... Is this the crew that entered the school for filming? !

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Hang Yang hurriedly bowed to apologize, then turned around and wanted to leave.

But immediately, he was stopped by an unattractive middle-aged man next to him: "Hey young man, wait!"

He took Hang Yang to look up and down several times, and said with a smile: "Is there any class later?"

Hang Yang: "...no."

"Then," he said in a gentle voice, "Do you think about coming to our place for a cameo? Just a 2-minute play, earning 500 yuan pocket money, what do you think?"

Hang Yang agreed in a daze, and even acted in a daze: He suddenly discovered that the profession of an actor is really wonderful, like a kind of spiritual opium, immersing himself in other people's stories is enough to temporarily forget the things in his own life All pain.

He seemed to have found a spiritual island isolated from the world, and the moment he shouted "Action", he was lucky enough to obtain a moment of peace.

"Card!"

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable!" The director applauded in shock behind the monitor. He walked over slowly, stared at Hang Yangzai carefully twice, and murmured, "To be honest, I really didn't expect it. Are you a bully? Do whatever you want to do? You are too talented! To be honest, Xiao Yao has been acting alone for two or three years—”

The director accidentally slipped his mouth, so he quickly stopped.

The "Xiao Yao" in his mouth is just the leading actor in the play with Hang Yang. Hang Yang has a little impression of this face, as if he keeps shuttling in a bunch of shoddy idol dramas, and he has been a little popular recently.

"Xiao Yao" stared over coldly, rolled his eyes at Hang Yang, swaggered to the recliner prepared for him beside him, said "I want to rest", then put on his sunglasses and ignored everything.

The director seemed to be used to it, he just shook his head and sighed softly, he put the 8 smiling faces of Grandpa Mao in the palm of Hang Yang: "Take it, thank you."

Hang Yang was stunned for a moment, he stared blankly at the banknote in his hand, and didn't know if tens of seconds or minutes had passed, when the small crew was about to leave the Youth Garden in a mighty way, Hang Yang His mouth spoke before his brain: "That! Director!"

The director turned around and found that Hang Yang was hesitating and hesitant to speak. He motioned to other staff members to arrange the arrangement first, and then he walked up to Hang Yang and said gently: "Son, what else is there?"

Hang Yang's heart speeded up suddenly. At the moment he said this sentence, he seemed to see himself cutting off the flat road of life and walking on a path full of mist: "I, something happened to my family, maybe I can't read any more."

His voice was trembling: "If, if I take the actor's path, do you think it's okay?"

This day, the small production team that came to H University to shoot a scene is just a small-cost assembly line web drama, it seems to be called... "The Matchmaker Sets Up a Marriage Line for Myself", the director's surname is Cai, and it's not a stunning name. I have no directing, and I have no works of my own. When I first debuted, I filmed two stream-of-consciousness short stories. Afterwards, under the beating of life, I quickly accepted my mediocrity, so I quickly bowed to the capital and worked hard to shoot bad movies.

Even so, for Hang Yang, Director Cai is a good person who gave him a new life.

But sometimes, when dreaming back in the middle of the night, whenever Hang Yang recalled this day—the day when he was forced to step out of the ivory tower, he still couldn't help but feel pain and resentment.

But in the final analysis, everything will eventually come down to four words - "helpless".

Hang Yang works alone on the set, without assistants, fame, fans, good opportunities, or platform to showcase... only the almost numb running and toil day after day, eating disorders and sleep disorders, Hang Yang's body collapsed almost as quickly as visible to the naked eye.

But even so, there is still a vigor hidden in his heart: work harder, work harder, and when the money is paid back, he will be free.

Freedom—these two words seemed to have magical powers, supporting him to slowly pick up his scattered bones and blood, and move forward with bruises all over his body.

But one day a year and a half later, he passed out on the set. After being sent to the hospital, he was found to have stomach cancer.

All his life, he had no parents and no mother, was down and out, and spent all his time working for unworthy scum, which turned out to be a joke in the end.

Hang Yang didn't seem to hear the voice of the doctor behind him, and hurried out of the hospital with the diagnosis result. He couldn't explain why he was so anxious, but his subconscious mind seemed to think, hurry up, hurry up, or it will be too late.

It was pouring rain that day, and Hang Yang braved the rain and ran to the bank, donating all the savings he had planned to pay off the debts of the scum—choosing a random charity and donating it all in one go.

He looked at the "￥0.00" in the account, and suddenly felt happy for no reason. He laughed out loud, holding his stomach and laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up. In the end, he could only half-squat on the ground, his shoulders still shrugging slightly.

Afterwards, Hang Yang staggered to the middle of the road as if unconscious. Unexpectedly, the road was slippery in rainy days, and he was sent away on the spot by an overloaded truck.

As if he had a premonition, at the moment when the flesh and steel collided, Hang Yang was full of peace: it was not too bad to save the suffering of illness in one step.

In this way, his scribbled life was forcibly put to a scribbled end, just like a joke made by God.

It was the third time I came to Muduiyan's consulting room. This time Hang Yang spoke first. He sat on the small sofa and said softly: "You haven't found out what happened to that 'Hang Yang', have you? ?”

He stared at Muduiyan's slightly trembling pupils, and continued: "Let me tell you."

After Hang Yang finished speaking, there was only suffocating silence in the small room. After a long while, Hang Yang said: "No matter how desolate he is, he tried his best to try to survive. Even if he failed in the end, he was not sorry for himself."

"He is not pitiful, don't pity him, please respect him."

Before Hang Yang left, the trembling voice of the woodpile smoke suddenly sounded: "You! You, you..."

Hang Yang turned to look at him: “I’m Hang Yang, what’s the problem?”

Mu Duiyan pressed his face and rubbed it vigorously, the whole person's face was very pale, after a while, he murmured: "No problem, no problem."

After Hang Yang left the clinic, he didn't call Hang Xiutu, but dialed Lan Xinrong's mobile phone number: "Hey, Brother Lan."

"Hang Yang?" Lan Xinrong looked at the contact name on the phone screen in surprise, and he put the phone back to his ear, "What's wrong? It's really rare for you to call me."

Wearing a mask, Hang Yang walked slowly on the small road by the lake: "I want to join a group or a variety show, it doesn't matter."

Since the last time Hang Yang suddenly joined the crew of "Meng Xia" without saying a word, Lan Xinrong was somewhat ptsd, and almost jumped up: "Hey! Teacher Xiao Hang! My teacher Hang! Where are you from? ?”

Hang Yang: "I'm an artist, isn't this a normal thing?"

Lan Xinrong rubbed his temples vigorously, and his forehead turned red a lot: "Wait, haven't you just joined the group? You've been filming with Gu Xun for half a year, aren't you tired?"

Hang Yang: "..."

He was silent for a few seconds, didn't say much, and insisted on what he said just now: "Brother Lan, please pay attention to me, don't worry, I won't turn off my phone, and I won't lose contact with last time."

"If you contact Hang Xiutu later," Hang Yang hesitated, but continued, "Please tell him and ask him to wait for me in my room."? ? ?

Several huge question marks popped up above Lan Xinrong's head, just about to ask in detail, who knew that Hang Yang had already hung up the phone, and he was dumbfounded at the black screen that kept beeping: "This... …what's the situation?"

Of course, he, Lan Xinrong, is worthy of being Lan Xinrong, he hesitated for a few seconds, and he could grasp the next step with his intuition, so he directly dialed Hang Xiutu's phone number: "Hey, is Hang Yang by your side? "

Hang Xiutu frowned quickly: "Not here."

Lan Xinrong felt more and more that something was wrong: "Do you feel that Hang Yang is a little, a little strange recently?"

The previous Hang Yang's departure brought the deepest psychological shadow to Hang Xiutu. He stood up on the spot, and his speech speed doubled: "What just happened? Please speak clearly."

Lan Xinrong succinctly recounted the conversation just now, especially emphasizing Hang Yang's unclear last sentence: "Hang Yang said that he wants you to stay in his room and wait for him to come home."

"His room?" Hang Xiutu frowned, the air pressure all over his body was getting lower and lower, he got up and went straight to Hang Yang's room, "Did he say anything else?"

"No, I just hung up the phone if I asked him again. Do you have any idea what's going on? Have you guys had... uh, quarrels or anything, or..."

"Wait." Hang Xiutu interrupted him suddenly, wondering if it was Lan Xinrong's illusion, he felt Hang Xiutu's voice tremble suddenly.

"Fix the way?"

"Sorry, let's talk back." Hang Xiutu hung up the phone without saying a word, leaving Lan Xinrong dumbfounded at the black screen of "beep".

"Fuck! What's wrong with these two brothers!"

Of course, Hang Xiutu didn't hang up on Lan Xinrong's phone for no reason. He saw the notebook on Hang Yang's desk that was carelessly open, and the first line of words on it made his heart skip a beat.

[Teacher Hang Xiutu, hello. ]

Looking at the unfamiliar and cold address, Hang Xiutu's breathing stagnated, and he threw the phone on the table with a "boom" and picked up the notebook:

[If you accidentally notice this notebook and turn to this page, please don't blame yourself for "peeping" my privacy. I put it here today just for you to see; or I have been looking forward to it Someday, this notebook can be found by you.If you want, you can scroll forward and read slowly. This diary is not only written for me, but also for you.

If I had more time, perhaps I would choose to write a letter to tell you about it, but unfortunately, I think I am a little tired-more tired than I thought.

I no longer want to go on alone with this secret, so Hang Xiutu, please forgive my selfishness, I unilaterally decided to share this secret with you.

I am Hang Yang, but I am not the "Hang Yang" who has lived under the same roof as you for 20 years. I am that humble little actor whom you have met several times, the little actor with the same name and surname as your only younger brother ——Hang Yang.

Speaking of this, I think you should have a hunch that the soul in this body of "Hang Yang" has changed since the moment he woke up from the vegetative state.

That's right, I am indeed a thief who takes doves and magpies' nests, but the only thing I can justify myself is that I didn't deprive them deliberately, and I don't know why all this weird thing happened.

I just know that when I wake up, everything has changed.

And you, Teacher Hang, you are the first familiar face I saw after I got my second life. ]

Looking at this densely packed diary, Hang Xiutu felt that his soul was even trembling. He was instantly deprived of his ability to think, and could hardly understand the words in front of him. He became even more anxious, but he still couldn't take his eyes off this diary.

read on...

Hang Xiutu pinched his eyebrows tightly, the veins on his forehead were looming, he had to read on——

[I know, this sounds like a bizarre story, but in fact, I have been full of loopholes in the past two years.

You are so smart, but you never thought about it before, come on, please think about it now, you will know after thinking about it.

I'm sorry, I didn't have the courage to tell you the truth face to face, so I had to choose the cowardly way and leave you to digest it alone.

I think we can temporarily separate for the next period of time - of course, maybe you don't want to see me anymore - separate and think about what to do next

Whether you want to tell Mr. Hang, Mrs. Hang, or ask me to leave the Hang family, this time, I can accept it calmly

In the end, two stolen years and I'm really, really, really happy

I'm willing to give my all as a price]

This is the last diary entry left by Hang Yang.

"Bang—crack!" The notebook knocked against the edge of the table from Hang Xiutu's trembling hands, and then fell heavily on the ground. Countless memory fragments poured into Hang Xiutu's brain like sea water, and he almost panicked——

Two years away from home and a car accident can really completely change a person's character?

Even if it can change a person's personality, will it change a person's brain from being empty to full of content?

There are countless messy details:

When Hang Yang just came home, even his handwriting changed, and he could still use his stiff wrists to prevaricate - what about now?

Or, when "Meng Xia" was filming, Hang Xiutu went to visit the crew and heard the staff compliment him, saying that Hang Yang solved high school physics problems clearly and fluently - could a car accident change a person's intelligence and knowledge reserve?

……

Hang Xiutu staggered and fell to the bed behind him. At this moment, his mind went blank: How could such a thing happen?

How could such a thing happen? !

This was far more shocking and even shocking than the blood mistake.

"Hang Yang," Hang Xiutu said in a low voice, repeating over and over again, "Hang Yang, Hang Yang..."

He took out his mobile phone with trembling hands and dialed the number. Hearing the sound of "di-di-", Hang Xiutu felt that he had never been so nervous in his life.

Maybe the ringing sounded for a few seconds, or more than ten seconds, but it seemed as long as a century to him.

finally!Connected!The moment Hang Yang's voice came out from the phone, Hang Xiutu's heart almost exploded: "Hello."

Hang Xiutu spoke, his voice was much calmer than he imagined: "I've read it, your diary."

Hang Yang was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Well."

The two were relatively silent, only the beating timer on the screen proved that the call was still going on.

Hang Xiutu felt that he had never been so overwhelmed. Facing the phone, he had a thousand words to say but didn't know how to say it, or where to say it: "Xiao Yang."

"Mr. Hang, I'm not your Xiao Yang—"

"No," Hang Xiutu interrupted him, his voice softened, as usual, "No, Xiao Yang, can you tell me where you are?"

"It might be better for us to think about it separately..."

"I have something very, very important to say to you," Hang Xiutu insisted, his voice lowered and softened, like putting a child to sleep, "tell me, okay?"

"..." There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

So, Hang Xiutu repeated it again in a clearer, firmer and smoother voice: "I have something to tell you, it's not for anyone else, Hang Yang, it's for you."

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