The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

Seeing that he was about to swear in public again, Fu Zhiyang raised his eyebrows and stepped forward to stand beside him, facing the reporter with a gentle smile, "Didn't Director Lu say the last question? He still has to deal with the start-up. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Lu Xia paused, never expecting him to appear here, her brows furrowed even deeper, but she didn't say anything, turned and left along the steps he gave her.

The reporter seized the opportunity to ask Fu Zhiyang: "What is your impression of Director Lu?"

Lu Xia bypassed the reporter and walked towards the door. Fu Zhiyang's eyes fell on him through the dark head. He smiled and said leisurely, "My impression...is a very interesting person."

After walking outside, Lu Yan glanced back with some feeling, but she couldn't see clearly from too far away, only a tall and thin figure standing on the platform, with a relaxed posture, seemed to be able to handle all the problems with ease.

It was impossible to connect him with the thorny teenager in memory.

He once regarded Fu Zhiyang as the same kind, sympathizing with each other but not dealing with each other, wishing that the other party would quickly get out of his sight.

But later when Fu Zhiyang really left, he felt lost.

The young man matured quietly in a place he couldn't see, and all the familiar shadows of his youth faded away, just like a flower that originally sprouted in a dark corner, suddenly grew in the sun one day, gathered sharp thorns all over, and grew like a flower. It was bright and beautiful, but it only made him feel strange.

Lu Xia lit a cigarette, looked up at the blue sky, and slowly closed her eyes amidst the smog.

……

It was a sunny day on the official start-up day.

It was rare to see an air conditioner at the scene, and the cold wind swept through every corner, but it was still a bit stuffy due to the large number of people.The field staff came and went in a hurry carrying the prop box, and the staff of each group concentrated on debugging various equipment.

Lu Xia wore a black hairpin, her bangs were pulled up, her smooth forehead was exposed, her brows were slightly frowned, and she walked around the scene without saying a word.

Wherever he went, it was like a long wind passing through the country, and everyone was nervous, for fear that if he did not do something well, he would hit the muzzle of the gun.

Zou Yue was sitting on the sofa chatting with the lighting engineer when he was startled by Lu Xia approaching like a ghost.

"Has the lighting been arranged?" Lu Xia asked coldly.

The lighting engineer who was beaming with joy just now immediately lowered his eyebrows and was scolded honestly.

Lu Xia turned to Zou Yue again, and as soon as his upper lip was lifted, Zou Yue begged for mercy: "Okay, I was wrong, let's go."

Zou Yue was mainly in charge of supervising the makeup of the actors and whether the props were in place in time. As soon as he walked to the dressing room, he bumped into Zhao Ke who was coming out.

"Director Zou." Zhao Ke greeted with a smile.

He had already changed into a wrinkled shirt, his jeans were washed white, and his hair was meticulously combed.

Zou Yue had read the script and was very satisfied with his image. Before he could boast, he was interrupted by Lu Xia's voice:

"The hair is wrong, it's long."

The stylist just came out, and he was taken aback when he heard the words: "But I've already finished my hairstyle..."

"No." Lu Yan is perfectionist in every detail, and can't tolerate any flaws. "The hair in the front is long, and it's cut until the eyebrows are exposed."

He has always been the same on the filming scene, Zhao Ke finally cut his hair in half and re-do it.

The first scene was filmed in the first scene of the script. Jiang Yu played by Zhao Ke and Chu Yan played by Fu Zhiyang met for the first time. The shooting location was a rented villa. The room was spacious and bright, but all kinds of things were broken. , looks like a mess.

A few minutes later, the supporting actors entered the scene one after another, but the protagonist was nowhere to be seen.

Lu Xia looked around and asked, "Where's Fu Zhiyang?"

Zou Yue was helping to move the props, and he responded casually: "I haven't finished my makeup yet."

Lu Yan nodded, went to sit behind the monitor, and talked to the two supporting characters standing beside him.

"You have to control your emotions. You are so disappointed in your husband and this family that you don't even want your son, so when you argue with him, you must vent your anger, and even let the son upstairs hear it on purpose. Do you understand what I mean?"

The actress responded repeatedly, and then smiled: "Is there really such an irresponsible mother in reality?"

Lu Yan casually flipped through the script, without showing emotion on her face, as if she said casually: "Yes, there are many people who are more extreme than this."

"Director Lu is well-informed and well-informed." The actor who played the opposite role was familiar with Lu Xia, flattered him without sincerity, and then laughed: "Hey, Zhiyang is here."

Lu Xia flicked her fingers while turning the page, and turned her head to follow his line of sight.

Fu Zhiyang handed the mobile phone to Meng Xue while walking this way, then raised his head, and looked at Lu Xia a few steps away.

At that moment, all the voices quietly faded away, and fragments of quarrels, ambiguities and tears of the past flowed before his eyes, illusion and reality overlapped, and various unspeakable emotions fought each other in his body.

Lu Yan could almost hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and the sound was louder, and even his throat felt the shock.

The boy who had spoken rudely to him the first time they met walked up to him step by step after four years.

"Director Lu?"

Lu Xia heard someone calling him, but couldn't get out of his emotions.

Do not……

The heart that hit the chest was forcibly pressed down, and finally reason prevailed.

The same mistakes cannot be repeated.

Lu Xia lowered her eyes, breathed a long sigh of relief, and picked up the script that had just fallen on the ground as if nothing had happened, and did not give Fu Zhiyang any extra glances.

All the actors were in place, and the scene was silent.

Lu Xia adjusted the monitor with a focused and meticulous expression.

"Action!"

"Clatter——" The only remaining vase on the table was smashed to the ground, and the piercing sound of breaking made my heart skip a beat.

"Are you raising a mistress outside? You're actually messing with your own students? The surname is Chu...you bastard!" The woman's clear face was distorted, her chest heaved violently, and she pointed at the man in front of her, tears and sharp curses. The voices fell together, "Why do you go back to this house when you have children! Get out of here! Get out!"

"Don't make noise!" The man was also very emotional, his face flushed, and he said angrily in a low voice: "Xiao Yan is still upstairs... Let's talk about this matter in another place."

"What else is there to say!" The woman cried loudly without hesitation, her body trembling uncontrollably, turning around like a headless chicken a few times, muttering: "Divorce... I want to divorce you..."

A door facing the living room on the second floor was slowly opened, and the gloomy young man watched coldly the quarrel between the couple who had long been strangers.

He frowned, his emotions clearly written in his eyes.

Noisy, noisy, how many years have been arguing, and the two of them haven't stopped since he can remember.

Hurry up and get a divorce, it's annoying to watch.

The two were still arguing, and no one noticed the movement upstairs.

The young man sneered, with a sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, leaning against the door frame with folded arms and muttering to himself: "They look like dogs outside, but they are hysterical and ugly at home. They should be photographed for everyone who knows them to see." look."

Perhaps the scene of the husband and wife arguing about dividing property pleased him, so the young man went to the steps of the stairs and sat down, watching all this with his face expressionless.

"The house and car are mine, you can't take them away!"

"All right, all belong to you..." The man didn't want to continue arguing with her, he looked up at the closed door upstairs, heaved a sigh of relief, and asked in a low voice: "Then what about Xiao Yan? "

"Ha, your good son, what do you ask me to do?" The woman was obviously dizzy with anger, and said indiscriminately: "The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. You are responsible for your son's current virtue!"

The camera cut to the boy's face, his expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't care about the words.

But the slightly trembling hands clenched into fists revealed his emotions quietly.

"Xiao Yan is also your son! You are also responsible for him growing up like this!"

Sure enough, every time the two quarreled and quarreled, it would always fall on him.

The teenager pouted, feeling bored.

"I don't care, take this son away after divorce, don't bother me in front of me again!"

"You don't have the final say on custody, it's no use arguing with me here!"

……

"It's so annoying..." The young man cursed secretly, wanting to get up and go back to the house.

At this time, the door was pushed open with a "creak" sound, and the outside sunlight came in directly through the crack of the door, and the dust flying in the corner of the wall was visible to the naked eye.

The two who had been arguing happily just now shut their mouths tacitly, and looked at the door at the same time.

The light was blocked by a figure. A handsome but casually dressed man poked his head in and took a look. He was holding a black bag in his hand. He seemed to sense that the atmosphere was not right. He was silent for a moment and wanted to leave.

"Card."

Zhao Ke, who had just closed the door, was called in.

Lu Xia frowned slightly, and raised her chin at Zhao Ke: "The movement of pushing the door is wrong."

Seeing Zhao Ke's puzzled face, Lu Xia patiently explained: "Jiang Yu won't enter the door by looking into it, just push the door and then back out. Do it again."

The scene record was played, and the camera was aimed at the door.

Zhao Ke outside the door adjusted his posture, held the doorknob and pushed the door straight in.

"Card."

Lu Xia shook her head: "It's still wrong, let me demonstrate it to you."

He got up and walked to the door, and everyone's eyes turned around. Lu Xia waved his hand: "Don't play, just re-act the scene just now."

The record was played, and the door was closed again.

"Looking good." Lu Xia said.

He stood in front of the door, as he did many years ago.

It seemed to be a sunny day too, with the scorching sun scorching the earth, and the occasional wind that blew like a heat wave, making people breathless.

The bag contained the money he had saved from living frugally for nearly half a year, no more, no less, just to use it to pay off debts.

Looking at the richly decorated wooden door in front of him, he thought to himself, probably the money is not enough for someone to buy a door.

There was a faint quarrel inside, and he paused with the hand holding the doorknob, trying to shrink back.

After thinking about it, this place is too far away, and taking a taxi is extremely expensive, so he doesn't want to come again.

With a twist of the wrist, the door opened a crack.

He took a deep breath and stepped in.

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