The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

The weather was as hot as a steamer, the sun was dazzling, the cicadas on the trees were screaming, there was a row of dark lenses in front of me, the flashes were constantly flashing, and the clicking of the cameras was continuous.

The cast and crew of the crew stood in several rows on three floors and three floors outside the back of the incense case, with a shiny banner above their heads - "The movie "Cohabitation" has a good start"

Lu Yan was standing in the middle, wearing a white T-shirt and a peaked cap. Shiny sweat slid down her cheeks, and even the breath she exhaled was scorching hot.

Yang Fan, that bastard...

Can't you pay for a roof?

The meat is almost cooked.

Lu Xia was hot and tired, and had a headache from the bundle of burning incense in front of her, she let out a heavy breath, with an undisguised irritability on her face.

There were not many popular stars in the crew, and there were very few fans who came, and a few actually called Fu Zhiyang's name.

Lu Xia couldn't help but look in that direction twice more.

The reporter in front caught the deflection of his line of sight, raised his hand and shouted at him: "Director Lu! Look this way!"

Lu Xia: "..."

There was a very light laugh from the side.

Fu Zhiyang put his sunglasses down as if nothing had happened. Unlike Lu Xia's impatience, he calmly smiled at the camera from all angles.

His physique is different from ordinary people, no matter how hot the weather is, he will not sweat profusely. Lu Yan once envied his special skill.

The two stood very close, and if they were not careful, they might touch their arms. Lu Xia turned to the other side slightly, but bumped into someone else again.

Zhao Ke was distracted, and was caught off guard by him, thinking that something was wrong with him, so he turned his head and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, Director Lu?"

It's just that no matter how quiet his voice is, people nearby can still hear it.

Fu Zhiyang laughed again.

Lu Xia: "..."

Laugh fart.

The reporter was almost done shooting, and the crew slipped up and handed a microphone to Lu Yan, and asked the director to say a few words as usual.

Lu Xia pretended to clear her throat. On the surface, she looked like she was going to make a long speech, but in fact she didn't have any drafts in her stomach. She searched her guts to hold back a few words, and the people behind her applauded enthusiastically.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the corner of Fu Zhiyang's mouth...

Director Lu clenched his fists, and then he smiled and knocked out his teeth.

Fu Zhiyang seemed to be aware of his gaze, so he didn't laugh out loud, but the smile in his eyes didn't diminish at all, he raised his hands and clapped perfunctorily.

Then it came to the final part of cutting the pig's head meat. The roasted pig on the incense table was facing the sky, and it was getting more and more cooked.

The handle of the knife is just that small, and if several main cast members want to cut together, they can only be stacked on the back of Lu Xia's hand and arm.

Now Lu Ya just wanted to finish cutting the pig's head quickly, and quickly went into the room to cool off, and was looking at which piece would be the easiest to attack, when her wrist and the back of her hand were suddenly covered by warm palms.

That hand had distinct joints and slender fingers, which intentionally wrapped around his fingers near the blade. His strong chest was pressed against his side as if away from him. The breath he felt on the side of his neck was hotter than the scorching sun. It seemed that even the sound of the beating heart can hear.

People approached one after another, and most of them put their hands on his arm symbolically. Only that hand was tightly held, and the temperature of the palm spread all the way from the back of the hand to all the limbs.

Lu Xia lowered his eyes, tried his best to ignore this strange feeling, and casually cut a knife on the pig's head. When he put down the handle of the knife, he let go of the hand on the back of his hand.

"Okay, okay, it's almost done, let's go to the room for an interview." Yang Fan raised his voice to greet, and turned his elbow to Lu Xia who was standing still, "Why are you standing still, haven't you been exposed enough?"

Lu Xia couldn't explain how she felt just now, she shook the goosebumps on her body, and gave him an annoyed look: "Remember to find a bigger knife next time, a fruit knife to cut pig's head, are you a pig's brain?"

Yang Fan was stunned for no reason, stared at the pig head on the incense table with a dazed expression, grabbed a dragon fruit, and followed into the room.

The air conditioner in the room was whining, and the cold wind was blowing in. As soon as Lu Xia entered, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The press conference only supported a simple billboard, and a row of cameras was placed under a slightly higher stage. The reporters had already set up their postures and were whispering something. When they saw Lu Yan coming in, they all consciously fell silent.

Lu Xia is the most difficult thorn in the media world. No matter what the interview is, as long as he doesn't want to answer, he will never reveal a word. If he is pushed, he will directly attack people.

Some netizens even edited a collection of videos of him yelling at journalists, and the number of views on a certain website was astonishing.

Aya ran over with mineral water in her towel, tiptoeing to wipe his sweat, but the towel was snatched away by Lu Xia, "I'll do it myself."

His skin is fair, and he will turn red when he is severely tanned. His neck and collarbone are blushing. Fortunately, he is wearing a hat, otherwise his face would be a monkey's ass.

He then reached out to get the ice water in Aya's arms, but Aya hid and gave him a bottle of room temperature water, and said with a straight face: "You have a bad stomach, so you can't drink ice water."

"..." Lu Xia tossed her hair angrily, frowning to grab it, "I'll just take a sip, hurry up."

Aya doesn't give it.

There were cameras all around, and Lu Yan was the focus of reporters' attention. Seeing that he was about to get angry, the ice water in Aya's arms was taken away by a hand that appeared out of thin air.

She turned her head suddenly, only to see Fu Zhiyang looking at Lu Xia leisurely, raised the water in his hand at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Give me this bottle, can you, Director Lu?"

Lu Xia still had lingering fears about the palm contact just now, she hurriedly looked away, and let out a casual "hmm".

Aya watched helplessly that the hair that exploded on Lu Dao's body was miraculously smoothed down just now, and her eyes widened in surprise.

Lu Yan didn't want to stay here any longer, so he raised his leg and walked towards the camera in silence, Fu Zhiyang smiled at his back and said, "Thank you."

Zhao Ke and several other actors were already being interviewed, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. I don't know what he said, and the reporter was amused and laughed.

Zhao Ke is relatively low-key in the industry. He announced his relationship with his girlfriend and got married the year before last. He has been lukewarm but there are no black spots. Therefore, the value of interviewing him is not very high. Most of the questions asked by the reporter are related to Lu Xia and Fu Zhiyang.

"It is said that Director Lu will often get angry on the set. Are you worried about the next filming?"

"Well..." Zhao Ke smiled: "Director Lu is very serious about his work. He may have spoken a little more directly. It's not enough to be worried, but there is still pressure."

The reporter wanted to say something more, so he glanced sharply at Lu Yan who was getting closer and closer. Before the others could react, he grabbed the microphone and rushed up, staring straight at Lu Xia and asked, "May I ask how Director Lu evaluates this?" The acting skills of the two leading actors in this play?"

Lu Yan took a sip of water as he walked, and a few drops of water snaked down his jawline to his neck. He wiped it casually, and kept walking: "The film hasn't been filmed yet, now it's too one-sided to say that acting is too one-sided."

As soon as he came, all the reporters who had surrounded Zhao Ke flocked up, but they didn't dare to get too close to him. They held up the microphone and recording pen at a distance of one step and asked a bunch of questions.

Lu Xia frowned and leaned back: "Stop, stop, come one by one."

The female reporter standing on his right spoke enthusiastically: "This movie is a gay movie. Director Lu once said that the inspiration for his script comes from life. May I ask if the script this time also comes from your life?"

"Yes." Lu Xia replied briefly.

This is simply shocking news. Rumors about Lu Xia's unspoken rules about same-sex actors have continued over the years. Anyone can't help but wonder if he is really gay?

"Then...then may I ask you..." The reporter wanted to ask you directly whether the inspiration came from yourself or someone else, and was afraid that Lu Yan would leave if he was unhappy. Just for a moment of hesitation, another reporter seized the opportunity to ask: " May I ask Director Lu, did the inspiration for this script come from your personal experience?"

……

There was a brief silence for two seconds, and everyone turned their admiring eyes to this calm reporter.

Young hero, what a courage.

This question was too sharp, everyone thought that Lu Yan would keep silent, but he was silent for a few seconds, and finally raised his eyebrows lightly, with a playful tone:

"you guess."

reporter:"……"

Can not guess.

His voice was diffused by the microphone. Although it was light and lazy, every word was exceptionally clear. Fu Zhiyang who passed by not far away lowered his head and chuckled.

Then he asked some innocuous questions one after another. When talking about the movie Lu Xia, he obviously started to talk more, and occasionally joked a few words with the reporter, until his throat was a little dry, and he stopped. gesture: "Okay, okay, let's ask the last one."

As soon as this was said, the reporters became restless. No one wanted to dig up first-hand information. The last question should not be idle.Every reporter was well prepared before coming, and all kinds of tricky questions were blurted out.

"..." Lu Yan made a gesture to leave, but was stopped by a microphone in front of her.

"May I ask how you felt when you saw Fu Zhiyang for the first time?"

Lu Xia tilted his head and glanced at him. This reporter was well-known in the industry and had a top-notch level of clichés. Stars basically made a detour when they saw him.

But Lu Yan seemed to be very interested in this question, so he stopped and held the microphone.

first glance...

Although he knew that he shouldn't be distracted at this time, Lu Yan still couldn't help but see a picture in his mind - in a messy room, a young man was sitting alone on the steps of the stairs, indifferent to the quarrel outside, indifferent and vigilant glared at him.

Lu Xia was silent for a long time, the surroundings were completely silent, the camera was focused on his face, and the reporters nervously and expectantly clenched the recording pens in their hands, not wanting to miss any of his reactions.

Lu Xia lowered her eyes and said, "It's the same feeling."

The reporter followed suit: "Can you describe it in more detail?"

Lu Xia: "No."

The reporter persisted: "Did you first see Fu Zhiyang at the audition scene or where?"

Lu Yan's face was obviously darkened, and he frowned impatiently: "Who cares—"