The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

Lu Yan never felt that the path outside Tongzilou was so long.

He clenched his teeth, the veins on his arms burst out, he hugged Fu Zhiyang's knees forcefully, and jerked upwards, his body that had slid down returned to its original position, and he breathed out hot air out of breath.

The cicadas were singing loudly, the sun was scorching, and it was just in time for lunch. The chimneys of each household were billowing with thick smoke. The smell of rice was mixed with the smell of oily smoke. I was sweating all over.

There was a shiny spot on his neck, the tips of his hair were dripping water constantly, and his palms were slippery. Fearing that the man on his back would fall off, he tightly grabbed his trouser legs, and walked home very slowly, step by step.

Fu Zhiyang was lying on his back quietly, but when he sensed that he was exhausted, he leaned behind his ear and whispered, "Why don't you put me down."

The temperature he brought up when he breathed made Lu Xia's ears itch, adding fuel to his already irritable mood. Once his temper came up, he yelled angrily: "Shut up, if you talk again, I'll throw you down!"

The greasy light was reflected on the road surface, and the stinking sewage was stinking under the sun. Lu Xia wrinkled her nose, endured nausea and quickened her pace.

His back was soaked, and his clothes were soaked in sweat. Fu Zhiyang, who had always been a clean freak, didn't dislike him this time. He lowered his head silently, with his face pressed against his shoulder, and he paused slightly when he saw something inadvertently.

Wet strands of hair hung behind the ears, and the auricles that had been covered by the hair were clearly showing their original appearance at this moment—behind the white and round earlobe, there was a hidden and tiny red mole.

It looks like a mark left unintentionally with the tip of a pen.

Fu Zhiyang stared at the red mole quietly, and suddenly felt an urge to reach out and touch it.

But the idea was dismissed in the next second, Lu Xia was annoyed, and she probably didn't want him to touch it.

Fu Zhiyang finally looked away, and lay down again.

Lu Yan's back was thin and neat, and the bone protruding from his shoulder made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Fu Zhiyang couldn't tell where he was suffering, the soreness that had been stuck in his heart at this moment was like a flood that was released from the gate, sweeping across every corner of his body violently, making him close his eyes heavily in the next second, Buried her face into Lu Ya's shoulder.

Lu Xia's body froze, and she tilted her head uncomfortably.

The scolding that almost blurted out was swallowed back, and Lu Xia held his knee tightly, feeling a little at a loss.

The hot, moist breath fell on his skin along with something else.

The seemingly indestructible shell on the boy's body finally revealed an imperceptible gap, and the grievance and sadness he had been holding back all the way overflowed, and he clenched his teeth hard, not letting himself make a sound.

Lu Yan just paused for a moment, then walked into the corridor with him on his back as if nothing had happened.

Originally, he had made up his mind to let him go upstairs by himself, but now he had to resign himself to climbing the stairs.

At the moment when he stopped at the door, Lu Xia felt as if he had come to the end of a long march. He breathed a sigh of relief, and shook Fu Zhiyang's legs overwhelmed, and said weakly, "Come down."

Fu Zhiyang had packed up his emotions, and felt much better after crying, obediently slid off his back, and limped into the door.

Lu Xia found the remote control of the air conditioner from the messy table, closed the window, turned on the air conditioner, and sat Fu Zhiyang on the bed in one go, then sat down on the sofa, breathed a long sigh of relief, and never wanted to get up again.

The air conditioner was humming, the cool wind swept the room, and the sweat on her body gradually cooled down. After a while, Lu Xia finally couldn't bear the smell of sweat on her body, and stood up to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Fu Zhiyang sat motionless on the bed, staring at the hands wrapped into rice dumplings, wondering what he was thinking.

Lu Xia glanced at him, did not disturb him, and was about to leave when Fu Zhiyang suddenly spoke.

Probably because I cried just now, the nasal voice was a bit heavy, and the voice sounded muffled: "I'm not wrong."

The words were illogical and had no beginning or end, but Lu Xia understood it unexpectedly.

He was saying that he was not wrong to hit someone.

Lu Xia sat back on the sofa again, crossed her legs lazily, with an expression of wishing to hear more about it.

Fu Zhiyang didn't look at him, and said to himself: "...he came to provoke me first, I didn't like him in the first place, he wanted to beat him himself, and he said me behind every day..."

He paused for a long time, and Lu Yan couldn't help asking: "What are you talking about?"

"...that no one wants me."

In fact, the original words spoken by the back table named Lu Hao were even worse than this. Fu Zhiyang lowered his eyelashes and was unable to speak.

Lu Hao is a punk who is as ignorant as he is, and the two have always been at odds with each other, often quarreling and fighting.Later, Lu Hao found out about his family's situation, and wentssiping with other students in the class all day long, saying that Fu Zhiyang's parents were cheating, and no one wanted him to be a fool.

Gossip made Fu Zhiyang's already bad temper even more irritable. As long as he saw Lu Hao, he would rush up and wrestle with him regardless. If the classmates in the class were present, they would help him. , Fu Zhiyang kept holding his breath in his heart.

During physical education class today, all the classmates cheered and went downstairs. Only Fu Zhiyang, who was sleeping on the table, and Lu Hao, who came back to pick up his mobile phone 5 minutes later, were left in the class.

Fu Zhiyang first picked up the book on the table and threw it at it, then jumped up, kicked Lu Hao to the ground fiercely, and landed on him unceremoniously, Lu Hao was not weaker than him, kicked His knees, and the two of them rolled on the ground together.

The classroom space is small, and there are tables and chairs everywhere, bumps and bumps during the fight, that's how Fu Zhiyang's body turned blue.Then he knocked on a screw for some reason, blood was seen on his arm instantly, he was stunned for a moment, Lu Hao took the opportunity to pick up a book with sharp edges and threw it on his face, hitting his forehead.

Fu Zhiyang was completely enraged, he picked up a chair and smashed it mercilessly.

Then Lu Hao staggered and fell over unconsciously.

……

He briefly explained what happened in a few words, and Lu Yan listened without saying a word, with an unknown gleam in his eyes.

What Fu Zhiyang experienced, he also experienced many years ago.

The classmates who were also sneering and sarcastic also lost their minds and scuffled.

But then he went to the hospital, and he left alone after the wound was bandaged.

No one answered, no one cared, he limped back to that empty home, huddled alone in a dark corner, thought he was indestructible, but in such a strong and powerless sense of loneliness, he still Can't help but collapse.

That was the hardest time Lu Xia cried since she could remember.

Even when he woke up and found that the two had walked away cleanly, he didn't cry like that.

Now he looked at the boy in front of him who was in the same situation as himself, after the silence, he sighed softly and said:

"You didn't hit hard enough, just beat him to death."

……

Fu Zhiyang raised his head in a daze, suspecting that he had heard wrong.

Who would have thought that Lu Xia had a serious face, without the slightest hint of joking.

Fu Zhiyang: "..."

He originally thought that this person had been brewing for so long, and he would hold back some decent words to teach him, but in the end, he waited for such an outrageous word.

Just kill it...

With a puff, Fu Zhiyang instantly dissipated the low air pressure lingering between his brows, and he laughed so hard that his tiny canine teeth were exposed.

Lu Xia sat crookedly on the sofa, seeing him smiling like this, couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Fu Zhiyang laughed enough, coughed twice, raised his arm like a rice dumpling, adjusted a more comfortable posture, and his face returned to the vivid and clear look before, leaning over to ask Lu Xia: "I've always wanted to ask, Why do you live here alone, your parents also..."

He didn't say the latter words, but both of them understood what it meant.

"It's about the same as you." Lu Xia said casually, stood up on her knees, and walked lazily to the bathroom.

There was no expression on his face, and he was obviously unwilling to say more.

Fu Zhiyang shut his mouth obediently, and didn't ask any more questions.

There was a sound of water in the bathroom for a while, Lu Xia wiped her head, walked out refreshed, stood under the air conditioner, and let out a long and comfortable sigh.

He was naked from the upper body indifferently, and a bath towel was wrapped around it, hanging loosely around his waist, and he couldn't fall off it.

Fu Zhiyang's legs and feet were inconvenient, unable to get off the ground, he lay on the bed idly, and turned his gaze to look at him.

He drawled and said, "Your butt is almost exposed."

"..." Lu Yan pulled up the towel around her waist, and the arc that was exposed just now disappeared.

Two big men are in the same room, it's nothing to show some flesh, Lu Yan has never cared about it.

After drying his hair, he put on a clean shirt, his whole demeanor changed suddenly, and he looked like a successful man.

It's just that as soon as he speaks, his true colors are revealed: "Stay in bed and don't be silly. I'm going to work. If you fall to your death, no one will care about you."

Fu Zhiyang snorted and said, "Hurry up and get out."

Before leaving, Lu Xia saw the medicine hanging on the doorknob when he entered the door, took it off and threw it on the bed angrily: "Take the medicine on time, don't waste it."