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

When Hang Xiutu saw Hang Yang from a distance, he was wearing the same brown windbreaker as when he went out, standing quietly in the evening wind in the late summer and early autumn, his whole body was so thin that it seemed to shatter when touched.

His back overlapped silently with that "Hang Yang" a few years ago, and then it came into Hang Xiutu's eyes.

The wind blew past, engulfed in Hang Xiutu's sigh, and disappeared without a trace.

Hearing the sound of the car engine, Hang Yang turned his head and saw Hang Xiutu's car parked on the side of the road, and he came out alone.

Hang Yang opened his mouth, but suddenly he didn't know what to call him. He couldn't call him "brother", but he couldn't call him face-to-face with a cold title like "Teacher Hang", which would be too cruel for him , so he had to show a smile uglier than crying: "Hi."

"Hi." Hang Xiutu slowly approached him, and finally stopped not far from Hang Yang.

The two were more apprehensive than the other, and their accelerated heartbeats almost resonated, but as an outstanding actor, Hang Xiutu looked at Hang Yang with extremely calm eyes, as if he had never opened that diary.

But Hang Yang felt doubly anxious, he didn't know what Hang Xiutu's expression represented: indifference or forgiveness?And he didn't even know what he was expecting...

In the chaotic chaos, Hang Yang heard Hang Xiutu's voice sound again—unexpectedly gentle—for a moment, Hang Yang almost thought that he was in a dream that hadn't woken up: "Xiao Yang, now by the lake The temperature is very low, and you are wearing thin clothes, please be obedient, shall we go home and talk?"

Hang Yang’s voice trembled slightly: “…I’ve said it many times, I implore you to stop deceiving yourself, I’m really not your Xiao Yang.”

"You are!" Hang Xiutu's voice suddenly raised, which startled Hang Yang, who subconsciously staggered back half a step.

Hang Yang scolded himself secretly in his heart, packed the sudden outburst of irritability into the bottom of his emotions, suppressed it, and his voice quickly softened: "Hang Yang, you are a student in the Department of Automation of H University, and you went through the suspension procedure in your sophomore year into the entertainment industry."

Hang Yang's eyes widened a little bit. He listened to Hang Xiutu's smooth and accurate words, his face full of disbelief.

"After one and a half years in the industry, he passed away in a car accident." Hang Xiutu closed his eyes slightly, his voice was unnaturally hoarse, "There are no relatives, no funeral."

After a few seconds of silence, Hang Yang spoke, but his voice was still hoarse: "How do you know this?"

"You," Hang Xiutu paused for a while, "I only got the news a few months after your death. I don't know why, but I always wanted to inquire about it. Later, I found out——"

"I found out that I was buried in a state welfare cemetery, surrounded by old people without children, abandoned children, or unknown people who died in foreign countries and did not die well." Hang Yang finally calmed down, he looked at Wan The surface of the lake was rippling under the wind, and even smiled slightly, "Did you offer condolence at my grave?"

Hang Xiutu: "...um."

"Thank you," Hang Yang turned his head slightly, he looked at Hang Xiutu with tears in his eyes, "Thank you."

"Why are you?" Hang Yang waved his hand in the air helplessly, he could hear him trying to suppress it, but there was still obvious choking in his voice, "I, I mean, I just made friends with you The little people of..."

Hang Xiutu looked at him, and his tone became lighter, not only answering Hang Yang, but also telling himself: "I didn't know at the time, but now, I think I know."

After looking at each other for a long time, Hang Xiutu finally spoke in silence: "Unlike my parents and elder brother, I really got to know 'Hang Yang' after I was forced to take care of my 'brother in a vegetative state'."

He looked up at Hang Yang: "you don't know, you don't know, not only for you, but also for me: these two years are like an incredible miracle."

Hang Yang's heart jumped up, he didn't fully understand Hang Xiutu's words, but he seemed to grasp something vaguely, so that he stared blankly at the other party, his heart throbbing uncontrollably.

"Do you remember when you played "The Canopy"?" Hang Xiutu asked softly.

Hang Yang was stunned suddenly, his slender eyelashes trembled: "Huh?"

"Well, it's really the last time that no one was optimistic about the performance," Hang Xiutu smiled, "except for the road guide."

Hang Yang didn't know why he brought up the past: "um..."

"Although I object, I have also quietly looked forward to it." He quietly approached Hang Yang two steps, "What if, what if?"

In fact, everyone loves to watch miracles, and everyone expects a miracle

Like a peach blossom suddenly blooming in a place covered with snow and dead branches

If there really is such a spectacle...

Probably everyone will applaud this spring scenery

Hang Xiutu looked at Hang Yang quietly, at him at that time, and at him now: "In the end, you stood there like a miracle."

"It doesn't matter who you are, whose younger brother you are, whose young master you are, or not..." Hang Xiutu stared at his tear-filled eyes, and repeated, "You stand there, with Like a miracle."

For a moment, Hang Yang suddenly wanted to cry, and wanted to cry out all the emotions that had been accumulated for a long time. He rushed to Hang Xiutu in three steps at a time, grabbed his collar, and cried: "But it's all me. Stolen! I stole it from your brother! I somehow got into his body, I didn't have these opportunities! Do you know!"

Hang Xiutu hugged him gently: "That's not the case."

The more tolerant and gentle he is, the more ashamed Hang Yang is. His eye circles are all red, and tears are rolling in his eyes, but he refuses to drip down stubbornly: "Did you hear what I said? I stole you Brother's life, why don't you hate me..."

It may be a momentary upsurge, or it may be that the long-term suppressed emotions gushed out at this moment, Hang Xiutu gently held Hang Yang's face, even his breathing was trembling slightly: "How could I hate you, how could I hate you? !"

Hang Xiutu has made all kinds of confessions to an individual in countless film and television works, but he has never been so sincere and emotional as today. He is like a half-grown boy, and his deep voice is rare because of nervousness. Trembling: "I love you."

It seems that all the mixed emotions are gushing out at this moment, and Hang Yang only feels in a trance.

He couldn't tell when he had developed admiration for Hang Xiutu, and then turned from admiration mostly to love, and now it has settled into an inextricable dependence.

"Love" is complex but pure, pious but ambiguous; Hang Yang has thought about it, avoided it, struggled and was intoxicated, but he didn't think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it——

"You're crazy..." Hang Yang murmured, he reached out his trembling hand to press Hang Xiutu's mouth.

But Hang Xiutu grabbed his wrist with involuntary force and pressed it down: "No, I didn't."

"Do you know what this means?" Hang Yang raised his head, his eyes were terribly red, and the trembling in his voice became more and more obvious, "I took two children from your parents, I, I..."

"No." Hang Xiutu held his cold and slender hand, and immediately denied, "Why do you have to correct your mistakes first? You haven't made any mistakes at all, Hang Yang, you have to understand, there is no one more innocent than you Victims, please stop treating yourself like this."

For a moment, Hang Yang's breathing seemed to be stagnant. He stared blankly at Hang Xiutu, and suddenly felt that the heavy guilt that was pressing on his body and limbs seemed, seemed not so heavy?

"I..." Hang Yang touched his tear-filled side face, "I concealed—"

"No one will know about this anymore, except you and me," Hang Xiutu kissed his fingertips, his voice was gentle but firm, "If the hidden guilt tortures you, can we bear it together?"

Hang Xiutu patted Hang Yang on the back and whispered in his ear: "From now on, we are accomplices."

The moon and stars are sparse, and everything here is moving and quiet tonight, even the wind blowing past my ears is a little softer.

The two hug each other tightly, they seem to be a natural match, when they make a simple action of opening their arms together - like a lock finding its unique key, they align and match, and then they become an indestructible bond The barriers are strong enough to resist the harsh wind in the severe winter that has not yet arrived.

Finally, Hang Yang raised his head and looked into Hang Xiutu's eyes, the color of water was shaking in his eyes: "I—"

Hang Xiutu was like a middle school student desperately delaying the announcement of his grades, his heart clenched, and he felt that he had never been so timid in his life: "Wait!"

Hang Yang: "Actually, I—"

"It's okay!" Hang Xiutu interrupted, speaking incoherently and hastily, "I'm not in a hurry, you think about it slowly, we can get a little distance and get along for a while, or, or you can digest it later."

"There's really no need to—"

A warm and moist kiss suddenly landed on Hang Yang's forehead which was blown cold by the night wind, Hang Yang's heart skipped a beat, and then sped up crazily.

They have kissed many times.On the set of "Montefontaine": warm, intense, tender, sad... But all the lips and teeth together are not as exciting as today's one.

It took Hang Yang a long time to come back to his senses slowly, he put his head lightly on Hang Xiutu's solid chest, listening to his accelerated heartbeat, in a place where Hang Xiutu couldn't see, he revealed the first heartfelt emotion in a few days Smile.

"Okay, wait and answer."

During this period of time, most of the work in Lan Xinrong's hands has come to an end, the whole person has a lot of leisure, basically does not work overtime, and has some private time.

At midnight that night, Lan Xinrong had just washed up and went to bed. He was staring at the word "Miss Mei Yu" on the WeChat interface in a daze, thinking how to find an opportunity to chat with others in the past two days without embarrassment. He wronged his friend Hang Xiutu The phone call came in suddenly.

The corners of Lan Xinrong's slightly raised mouth suddenly collapsed: "Hey, are you all right?"

Hang Xiutu: "Yes."

Lan Xinrong was filled with grief and indignation: "...Can't you give me a little time to prepare for love?! Fuck! Let the fart go!"

It may be that Hang Xiutu's mental state is also very tense today, he didn't even retort, and continued: "You, that, please help me and Hang Yang to get in touch with each other to join a group or shoot a variety show, and the variety show has to leave home for continuity Shoot that."

Lan Xinrong: "??? Why did you get infected when you ran away from home? What's wrong with you two?"

Hang Xiutu: "It's nothing, it's just that I confessed my love to Hang Yang, and I'm still waiting for his reply. It's a bit embarrassing to live under the same roof for the time being."

Lan Xinrong: "Oh."

After hanging up the call, Lan Xinrong put down the phone, turned off the lights, and lay down on the pillow.

Two minutes later, there was an earth-shattering roar from Lan Xinrong's bedroom: "Damn it!"

Trembling, he dialed Hang Xiutu's phone: "What the hell did you just say?! Did you call me just now? I seem to have some strange dream?"

"It's not a dream," Hang Xiutu comforted his manager, "You will know sooner or later, you have to accept it anyway."

"You, you, you——" Lan Xinrong nodded with trembling hands in mid-air, and quite a social cow was so forced that he couldn't say a word.

It wasn't until Hang Xiutu was too lazy to wait, and hung up the phone first, that Lan Xinrong cursed tremblingly: "...I'm fucking you a fairy!"

The author has something to say:

The reason why Hang Xiutu didn't want to hear the answer right away was because he didn't know that Hang Yang liked him too.

From his point of view, the two have been living as brothers before, and the perspective has not been adjusted. He subconsciously thinks that Hang Yang will not be able to accept it, so he hopes to have a buffer time for Hang Yang to adjust.