The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

The next day Lu Yan woke up early, it was still daylight outside, and the clear and crisp birdsong was pleasant to the ear.

With his shirt off, Lu Xia rummaged through boxes and cabinets and found a crumpled shirt. After smelling it, there was no peculiar smell, so he put it on directly.

Fu Zhiyang was still sleeping, his arms drooping limply on the edge of the bed, his face was facing outside, his eyelids had a faint tendency to be opened.

Lu Xian got angry when he remembered what happened last night, trying to scare him deliberately, but felt that this behavior was too stupid.

He snorted and stretched himself into the bathroom to wash up.

He walked in the door, and Fu Zhiyang slowly opened his eyes in the next second, staring at the ceiling sleepily, his mind was in chaos, and just about to fall back to sleep, he suddenly remembered that it was Monday and he had to go to school.

He is in the second year of junior high school this year, he is a fool in his studies, he is full of passion in basketball, he is unbeatable in fights, and he is famous for being troublesome, but it is his study attitude of fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, and his grades are not delayed. Class hind legs.

He is a typical example of a bottle full of half a bottle dangling. The teacher hated him, and at first he was keen to invite his parents to talk. Later, his parents became impatient and refused to go, leaving him to fend for himself.

Fu Zhiyang degenerates day by day with peace of mind, and sometimes he even dares to skip school when his rebellious heart comes up.

But he thinks that he doesn't really want to play truant now. Although he often quarrels with the surnamed Lu, he is in a strangely good mood, and he is not even so resistant to going to school.

Fu Zhiyang decided to arrive at school on time today, so he forced himself to get up from the bed.

Subconsciously looking down, the bed was empty.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and the sound of brushing teeth could be heard faintly.

The toothpaste was newly bought. Lu Xia carefully squeezed out a little bit. When she took the mouthwash cup, she saw the high-end porcelain cup next to her, and then looked at the plastic cup she bought for three yuan. She felt that these two cups were not from the same world. , shouldn’t be so close, so I put the plastic cup out and was brushing my teeth when the door was opened.

Fu Zhiyang was still sleepy, walking staggeringly, almost bumping into Lu Xia.

"Ah... I'm so sleepy." He yawned indistinctly, slammed the door behind him, unbuttoned his trousers slowly, pointed at the toilet and started to discharge water.

Lu Xia rolled her eyes angrily, and mumbled with her toothbrush in her mouth: "From now on, you are not allowed to come in while I am brushing my teeth."

Fu Zhiyang half-closed his eyes, with a comfortable face: "Why?"

"nausea."

"What's so disgusting, you don't shit and pee."

Lu Xia rinsed his mouth, and when he raised his head, his eyes glanced to the side inadvertently.

I think the kids are growing up pretty fast now.

He was still rinsing his mouth, so Fu Zhiyang pulled up his pants and squeezed to his side, muttering, "Let me wash my hands."

Lu Yan was pushed to the base of the wall by him, and Fu Zhiyang pressed half of his body against his chest, the warmth was transmitted to the skin through the fabric.

He was a little uncomfortable, frowned and pushed Fu Zhiyang away forcefully: "Go away, I haven't finished washing yet."

Fu Zhiyang didn't know what he thought of, and he didn't bother with him in a rare way. Before leaving, he lay down at the door and left a light sentence: "I want to eat noodles."

He has been wanting to eat noodles since last night, and Lu Xia is very annoyed. When passing by the kitchen, he saw a pile of fresh vegetables and meat on the table, and thought it would be a pity if he didn't cook and throw them away.

He cursed secretly, and reluctantly walked into the kitchen.

Fu Zhiyang changed into his blue and white school uniform, and was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head bowed to pack his schoolbag. Knowing that he didn't want to cook for himself and wanted to go out to buy something to eat, when he looked up and saw him tinkering in the kitchen, he casually asked, "What are you doing? "

Lu Xia: "Cook the noodles."

"Is it really cooking?" Fu Zhiyang happily ran over to watch Chef Lu cook the noodles, but he kicked him out with a wave of his hand, "Don't just stand and watch, pack up the chopsticks and bowls."

The noodles are tomato and egg noodles. They look good and are delicious in color and fragrance. After Fu Zhiyang ate two big bowls, he still didn't think it was enough. He took the bowl to the kitchen to have a look, and it was gone.

He drooped his shoulders and complained, "That's all you have to do."

Lu Yan didn't expect that he could eat so much. According to his own appetite, one bowl was enough, so he ordered two extra bowls specially for him, and said without raising his head, "Cook it yourself if you're not full."

Fu Zhiyang wiped his mouth, put the chopstick bowl into the sink, hung his schoolbag on half of his shoulder, picked up the basketball on the ground, and went to school.

Lu Xia stopped him: "Come back after school and do the dishes."

Fu Zhiyang: "?"

Lu Xia glanced at him coldly: "I cooked the rice."

"……Fine."

The two divided the work peacefully and went out at the same time. Before leaving, they found that there was only one key. In the end, Lu Xia put it on the door frame effortlessly by virtue of his height. He clapped his hands and sneered at Fu Zhiyang who was half a head shorter than himself: Supplement some calcium and grow taller."

In fact, Fu Zhiyang's height has been changing, but after all, he is ten years younger than him, and it is difficult for him to match the height of an adult for a while.

Fu Zhiyang glared at him dissatisfied, and walked out.

The path in front of the Tongzilou was narrow and cramped, with electric cars passing by from time to time, the two of them were one in front of the other, separated by a distance of two steps, and no one paid attention to the other.

Lu Yan lit a cigarette, and wanted to take out her cell phone to check the time, but suddenly remembered that the smashed second-hand cell phone was casually left on the window sill.

The mobile phone is dispensable to him. He bought it just to answer calls from the magazine, but now it is no longer necessary.

In the morning, the sun was dazzling, and the light was warm and yellow, and the shadows of the two were stretched very long, and gradually overlapped.

Fu Zhiyang carried a schoolbag on one shoulder, followed behind him, and hummed songs all the way. He was in the period of voice change, his voice was deep and hoarse, and it was clear and clean that is unique to teenagers. It didn't sound bad.

Lu Ya didn't show it on the surface, but actually pricked up his ears and listened all the way.

The trail soon came to an end, and the two turned in completely opposite directions. Fu Zhiyang's school was far away, and he could get there directly by bus, but he was too lazy to wait for the bus, so he stopped a taxi by the side of the road, yelled to stop and walked out Lu Xia, who was far away: "Hey! Do you want to take a taxi?"

Lu Yan waved her hands without looking back, and walked slowly on the sidewalk with her pockets in her pockets.

Taking a taxi is extremely expensive, unless the distance is far away, he would rather torture his legs.

The work in the restaurant was boring and busy, most of the customers were the surrounding residents, occasionally a few passing workers came in, the table was messed up, and their attitude towards Lu Xia was also domineering.

There were also a few aunts who came in to clean the air conditioner, chattered about Li Jiashou, the owner of the house, and vomited all over the land with a bag of melon seeds, but the mineral water bought from the restaurant was still on the table, and they couldn't be pushed away. Ya simply turned a blind eye.

Who knew that the aunt would not let him go, seeing that the young man looked upright and his temperament was completely different from those little ruffians on the street, she pulled him to introduce him to someone.

Lu Xia endured for a whole day, her ears were cocooned by the words "how old are you", "what do you do" and "do you have a date", and she still had to swallow her humiliation to make amends, bent down to clean the melon seeds, and before the break came a few more He is a big guy, because he didn't deliver the menu in time, he taught him a lesson.

It wasn't until after get off work that Lu Xia breathed a sigh of relief exhaustedly.

His fingers were turned white from washing dishes, and his body was covered with the smell of oily smoke and food, which smelled disgusting.

He endured his violent temper for a day, walked home with a gloomy face, bullied cats and dogs on the way, no living thing dared to approach him in a radius of ten miles, and when he was about to enter the building, he met Sister Chen who was returning from taking out the garbage.

Sister Chen always disliked him, so she taunted him in a strange way: "Hey, where are you going to be happy?"

Lu Xia paid the rent yesterday, and now she has the confidence in her heart to ignore her at all, staring at her with dark eyes: "None of your business."

Sister Chen was locked by his gloomy gaze, she was inexplicably timid, but she still pointed at him without showing any weakness and scolded: "Wortless, poor to death, I think you have a child in your house, did you abduct him?" of?"

"Then why don't you take a big man and let me have a look?" Lu Xia was so angry that she had no patience at all, and said coldly, "Huang Lian Po, don't bother me so much."

After he finished speaking, he turned and went into the building, and slammed the door with a "bang", ignoring the sharp and harsh scolding outside.

Fu Zhiyang was lying on his desk half dead, with a pile of test papers in front of him, a pen was poking on them, but he didn't write a single word. When he saw him coming back, he wrinkled his face and complained: "Why did you come back so late? I'm starving to death."

Lu Yan was like a gun barrel, holding back all the way, but now he was suddenly ignited by his casual words.

He was exhausted, he was ordered by others during the day, and this little bastard at night, and each one was more difficult to serve than the other!

"You don't have hands or feet, you can't go out and buy food if you don't know how to cook? Wait for me to cook it for you? Go eat shit!"

Fu Zhiyang was scolded for no reason and dropped his pen.

The atmosphere was instantly tense.

"Did you take the wrong medicine or your brain is broken? Crazy you!"

Lu Yan looked like someone owed him 800 million yuan, took a few breaths, let out a heavy breath, walked to the table, pointed at his paper and book, and said sharply: "Take it away quickly, or I will tear it up for you. "

"I have no place to write." Fu Zhiyang refused to give an inch, lying on the table like a fool, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, the irritable expression on his face disappeared instantly, pouted his mouth and said bitterly: "You just go to cook, Really hungry."

It might be useful for him to deal with others, but Lu Yan was hard-hearted, instead of cooking for him, he even snatched his homework and threw it on the upper bunk, saying coldly: "My desk, get out."

"No." Fu Zhiyang carried the book back, determined to fight him to the end.

The two stared at each other for a long time, but in the end Lu Xia was so hungry that he went to stir-fry a dish and cooked a pot of half-cooked rice.

The atmosphere suddenly became harmonious.

Fu Zhiyang went over to eat happily, and when he saw the pitifully small amount of meat, his face collapsed: "Ah? Just this little meat?"

Lu Xia made a gesture to take away the plate: "Would you like to eat it or not."

"eat!"

The two of them ate up all the meals like a storm, not even a grain of rice left.

Lu Xia pushed the bowl forward after eating: "Go, wash the bowl this morning too."

Fu Zhiyang's food power from now on will be in Lu Xia's hands, and he dare not provoke the chef, so he honestly picks up the pots and bowls to clean them.

Lu Xia lit a cigarette, closed her eyes wearily, and heard the sound of water flowing from the kitchen, thinking that this Fu was quite obedient.

The irritability he had just subsided hadn't lasted for two seconds, and the next moment, the sound of the porcelain bowl smashing suddenly sounded.

"..."

The veins on Lu Xia's forehead twitched violently.