The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

The boy grinned at him, his two small canine teeth were white and eye-catching, and his eyes shimmered, as if it was another person who was sitting on the stairs with a cold and alienated face not long ago.

Lu Xia supported the door frame with one hand, looked him up and down, frowned and said, "You followed me all the way?"

The boy nodded slightly, raised his chin slightly and looked into the room with an innocent and pitiful expression: "Can I go in?"

Lu Yan looked at him expressionlessly, and felt that this man was like a wild cat with its sharp claws temporarily put away, pretending to be harmless, but in fact his nature remained unchanged, and he would show his fierce face at some point and jump up to scratch you.

"No." Lu Xia refused indifferently, took a step back, and wanted to close the door.

"Hey." The young man's eyes were quick, and he grabbed the door with his right hand, trying to please him with his eyes: "Just let me in."

Lu Xia's patience was exhausted, her face sank like water: "Get lost."

The boy didn't flinch, and then begged: "I have nowhere to go, so just let me stay for one night, okay?"

Lu Xia sneered: "Am I familiar with you?"

The young man said confidently, "You gave me candy."

"..."

Sure enough, people can't just show kindness casually.

Lu Xia now wished she could travel back to a few hours ago, even if she casually threw that lollipop to a stray dog ​​by the side of the road, it would be better than being stuck with the dog skin plaster now.

Lu Xia exhaled heavily, lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him, bent his right leg, and pushed against the door hard with his knee, his knuckle hand was about to be caught by the door, but the young man didn't respond, and went straight to the door. Googo looked at him.

If the boy had a tail behind him, it would probably be wagging from side to side by now.

At the very moment, Lu Xia yanked on the door, raised her sharp eyebrows, and said angrily, "Hurry up and get out!"

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was very pleased with his kindness again, stretched out his left hand behind his back to Lu Ya, and said obediently: "Look, I'm giving you a meeting gift."

The aroma of soup dumplings instantly evaporated in this narrow and cramped space, and Lu Xia's Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.

The transparent bag was transpired by the heat, and the small soup dumplings were squeezed into a ball, and the soup accidentally flowed out, and the familiar fragrance made Lu Xia's hunger that was desperately suppressed popped out again.

His fingers hanging by his side moved.

The boy's eyes lit up with determination.

He tiptoed along with Lu Yan, watched him stop in front of the steamed stuffed bun shop, and walked away patiently.

The boy had never eaten this thing before, so he walked over half curiously and half hesitantly, randomly took out a banknote from his pocket, bought a bag, and waved his hand generously so that the boss would not need change.

He is like a noble prince who has experienced the life of the poor. At this moment, he has lowered himself to beg for help. He does not believe that this person who has been hungry for a day can refuse this "big gift" ruthlessly.

Lu Xia suddenly raised her hand, as if she wanted to take the bag of buns.

The corners of the boy's mouth raised uncontrollably, and the innocent and pure look just now disappeared completely, revealing a faint smile of a big-tailed wolf.

Immediately after his shoulder was pushed heavily, the young man was caught off guard, leaned back, staggered two steps before barely standing still.

"boom--!"

The door in front of him was slammed mercilessly, and the wall dust on the door frame fell down.

"..."

The young man was stunned for two seconds, looked down at the bun in his hand, and then looked up at the silent door. For the first time in his life, he realized what it meant to be helpless.

He ground his teeth, raised his legs as if to kick the door hard, but the ferocious expression on his face only lasted for a moment, and then calmed down.

Although he has always followed the principle of "don't beep if you can solve it with a fight", he is keenly aware that this man is not a good quarrel, and the head-to-head method is probably useless. If he wants to get in, he has to find another way.

The young man's straight and tense shoulders slowly dropped, he silently lowered his eyes, and simply squatted down in front of the door, with his arms stretched out on his knees, his head tilted and swaying from side to side in boredom.

The blue and white school uniform on his body was dirty and torn, and there were a few inconspicuous wounds and scars on the back of his neck. He squatted alone, looking like a poor puppy that no one wanted.

Lu Xia was distracted and kicked away the wine bottles and clothes lying on the floor. The room was in a mess like a pigsty. There was nowhere to go. The shabby wooden table was full of papers and paintbrushes. Pile up with pens, the window is ajar, and the wind blows drafts everywhere.

The hopeless glutton in his stomach hasn't subsided yet.

There was still the last pack of cigarettes under the pillow, Lu Xia opened it to look, gritted her teeth, took out one and lit it.

The smell of cheap cigarettes filled the house, masking the smell of steamed buns that drifted in with the air.

Lu Xia sat crookedly on the head of the bed, his back was leaning against the wooden slats, and he felt a sharp pain. He stared at the upper bunk board in a daze as if he didn't feel anything, and smoked one after another. Finally, when the smoke burned to the end, he also I was too sleepy to keep my eyes open.

The ground was covered with soot, and the cigarette butts were crumbling between his slowly hanging fingers.

Sleepiness flooded in like a tide, and his tired body gradually relaxed on the hard wooden bed, and he seemed to have returned to that villa in a trance.

Arguing couple.

The boy who watched with cold eyes.

A messy home.

The memory hidden deep in the mind is awakened.

The villa gradually turned into a messy room. Behind the wooden door that smelled of decay stood a young man. His figure was swallowed by darkness, and he looked at the men and women who were fighting together without saying a word.

The unbearable insults made him unavoidable, but the young man's face was calm and seemed to have gone numb.

His hands hanging by his sides clenched into fists.

Obviously sad, but pretending to be indifferent.

……

It didn't know when it started to rain outside, the windows were crackled by the big raindrops, lightning suddenly pierced the dark sky, the dazzling light and the explosion of thunder fell on the world together, and the person on the bed woke up suddenly.

The house was pitch black.

Lu Xia sat in a daze for a while, took out her phone to check the time, and couldn't believe that she had slept for so long.

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead casually, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

After so many years, he thought he had let go of it long ago.

But the grievance and sadness of being abandoned and treated coldly when he was young are still entangled in his dreams.

Probably because she was sleepy, Lu Xia shook her head and put aside these troubled emotions.

He stepped on the floor with bare feet, walked towards the door in the dark, and turned on the light. The light bulb above his head flickered a few times before reluctantly turning on. The dim yellow light added warmth to the deserted and quiet room.

He leaned against the door and stood quietly for a while, thinking about something, when he suddenly felt the door behind him slam softly.

— as if someone was scratching at the door.

Lu Xia: "..."

The corners of his eyes twitched, he held the doorknob, and tentatively opened the door. He saw a dark corridor, which looked empty.

The boy who looked like a mangy dog ​​had probably already returned home.

Lu Xia was about to close the door when someone grabbed her trouser leg.

A flash of lightning split the darkness, and the blinding white light made Lu Xia squint subconsciously. When he looked down, he froze in place.

——A cold white hand tightly clutched his trousers, like a classic scene in a horror movie.

"Just let me in..."

The young man squatted outside the crack of the door, his voice was hoarse and deep, and he looked up at him helplessly with an indescribable grievance, his wet eyes shone with hope.

Maybe it was the dream that made him feel that the boy in front of him was in the same condition as himself, or maybe it was the buns that the boy was holding in his arms that made him dazzled by hunger.

In short, at that moment, Lu Xia's rock-solid heart suddenly softened.

Seeing that he was silent, the young man lowered his head in disappointment, and loosened his grip on his trousers.

Just as he was racking his brains to think of what method to use to get into the room with lightning speed, the door in front of him instantly opened.

The warm yellow light was reflected in his eyes, and there seemed to be a small flame jumping in the depths of the dark pupils.

He stared blankly at the back of the man walking towards the sofa.

"Don't forget to close the door." There was no emotion in Lu Xia's voice.

"..."

Lu Xia went to the table and sat down, crossed his legs with an expression of amnesty, and stared at the boy coldly: "Why do you rely on me?"

The young man stood against the wall at the door, looked around the pigsty, the corners of his eyes twitched, he raised his legs, but couldn't get down.

... He also wanted to ask himself why he insisted on entering this pig's nest in a flash of enthusiasm.

"Ask you, are you deaf?" Lu Xia knocked on the table impatiently.

With an expression of not being able to bear to look directly at him, the young man tiptoed up to him, and put the bun in his hand on his table, "I told you all, because you gave me candy."

Lu Xia obviously didn't believe this nonsense reason, spat, and didn't want to waste any more time with him: "I'll just let you stay for one night, and get out of here tomorrow."

The young man shrugged, smiled and said nothing.

Lu Xia's eyes fell on the buns, and he muttered something with a wrinkled face, but the young man didn't hear clearly, but judging from his mouth shape, it should be a dirty word.

Lu Xia licked his dry lips, turned his head to look at the boy pretending to be calm, and asked calmly, "This bun...do you want to eat it?"

"I won't eat it, it's for you."

The young man sat lazily on the bed as if he had entered his own home, with his hands propped behind him, his legs dangling, and he clicked his tongue: "This bed is so hard."

Lu Yan took a mouthful of the soup dumpling, and finally regained his viscera, and felt that the blood on his body was flowing faster than usual.

He raised his head and glanced at the boy, and wanted to choke him with a cold face, but for Baozi's sake, the words he said were barely pleasing: "Wooden bed, do you expect it to soften?"

"That's right." The boy was lying down on his upper body, but suddenly he straightened up again, and raised his chin at Lu Xia, "What's your name?"

"What do you call me?" Lu Yan turned his face away after eating the buns, "Get out of here tomorrow, and don't let me see you again."

The young man tilted his head and smiled at him as if he didn't hear it, "My name is Fu Zhiyang."

Lu Xia got up and poured a glass of water, took a sip, and squinted her eyes in comfort.

It was windy and windy outside, and the raindrops on the glass slid down in patches, and the rumbling thunder made people's heart palpitate.

His mood suddenly brightened.

The feeling of being full always makes it difficult to have a bad mood.

So Lu Xia reluctantly opened his mouth and spit out two words: "Lu Xia."

Fu Zhiyang didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"I said, my name is Lu Xia."

Lu Yan walked to the bed, unceremoniously lifted his legs, and looked down at him: "This is my bed."

Fu Zhiyang looked around, the only thing that could lie on was this bunk bed.

He stood up obediently, wanting to sleep on it, then looked up, his expression froze for a moment.

The upper berth was full of sundries—clothes, electric fans, suitcases, lamps, and other messy boxes.

He was silent for a while and asked, "Where do I sleep?"