The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

Lu Xia strolled along the street with a cigarette in his mouth, deliberately avoiding those food stalls, lest he could not help walking past the smell.

The street is narrow, and the tube buildings on both sides block the sunlight. When you look up, you can see the messy wires and the roofs of several families on the balcony. The concrete floor is full of oil stains, sewage flows horizontally, and the pungent smell is disgusting.

This is the settlement of the poor, the most unsightly corner of the bustling city.

It wasn't until we walked out of this small road that the scene in front of us opened up. Electric vehicles and motorcycles sped past, and people who made a living began to be busy early in the morning.

All kinds of advertisements are pasted on the poles on the roadside.

Lu Yan looked over one by one, either recruiting workers on the construction site or some technical work.

Working from dawn to dusk on the construction site, the work was dirty and tiring. Lu Xia gritted her teeth and worked for half a year. After paying back the money, she never wanted to go again.

It's not that he can't bear hardships, on the contrary, he can work hard for money.

It's just that I have too little free time and no energy to write.

Lu Xia has been writing since college, and has been writing for four consecutive years. She has written all novels and scripts. There are only a few sporadic articles that can be picked up by magazines to earn some manuscript fees, and most of them are not appreciated.

But he couldn't stop writing.

The burst of inspiration and keen perception made him unable to put down the pen in his hand. The more difficult life was for him, the more passionate he was about creation.

It is said that there is only a thin line between a genius and a lunatic, and it is rare to see someone as half-crazy as him.

But he couldn't make it through with his love.Not to mention turning the script into a movie, he couldn't even touch the door of the crew.

While Lu Yan firmly believes that he is a genius, he can't help feeling resentful at the injustice of fate - he was rejected by his poor parents when he was a child, and everyone can look down on him when he grows up.The inferiority complex he was born with inferiority made his psychology distorted to a certain extent.

He lacks kindness and compassion, and hates and envies those who live better than him without working hard.

So his words are ironic and indignant.And in this society that promotes truth, goodness and beauty, no one wants to read his dark stories that he thinks are full of philosophy.

Lu Xia smoked her cigarette silently, tore off the advertisement for a hotel waiter, stuffed it in her pocket, and walked home slowly.

On the way back, he was thinking that that bastard named Fu Zhiyang must have been taken away by his father.

The wound on his face was still aching, and Lu Xia cursed angrily.

"...Damn it, it really hurts to be a pig and eat a tiger."

He walked into the corridor, thinking about whether there was anything to eat at home, when he caught a glimpse of a large shadow extending in front of him out of the corner of his eye, Lu Xia raised his head suspiciously, then stared blankly on the spot.

"I'm going...that's sloppy, what's all this stuff."

Holding a stack of boxes, Fu Zhiyang leaned back, trying to turn his head to pay attention to his feet, and complained to himself.

He wanted to throw the box directly on the ground, but he wasn't such a jerk after all, he carefully stacked it against the wall.

He breathed a sigh of relief, clapped his hands and stood up, saw Lu Xia standing not far away, and grinned: "Are you back?"

His expression was natural and his smile was kind, as if he wasn't the one who fought Lu Yan to death half an hour ago.

Lu Xia took a deep breath, and pinched the fingers hanging by her side: "Why don't you get out? Who allows you to touch my things?"

Fu Zhiyang showed his big white teeth at him, and smiled brightly: "I will live here from now on, take out the upper bunk, I want to sleep on it."

After he finished speaking, he put his hand into his pocket, took out a handful of booming money, stuffed it into Lu Xia's hand, and blinked: "Is the accommodation fee enough?"

Lu Xia: "..."

The money is enough for him to pay half a year's rent.

Fu Zhiyang added another sentence: "I can pay it once a month."

"..."

It seems that there are two villains arguing in Lu Yan's mind now, one is urging him to throw out the scoundrel in front of him, and the other is trying to lure him not to make trouble with money.

Lu Xia looked down at the money in his hand, which was so much that he could barely hold it, and then at his shabby little house. He really wanted to ask if this rascal was out of his mind, but in the end, the desire for money prevailed .

He put the money into his pocket as if nothing had happened, stepped forward to kick away the garbage lying at the door, walked straight to the bed, and said as he passed by Fu Zhiyang: "The upper bunk belongs to you, other than that, don't touch my bed." thing."

Fu Zhiyang acted as if he hadn't heard of it. After clearing the top bunk, he rolled up his sleeves to tidy up his messy table.

Lu Xia rushed forward, snatched the things from his hands, and said angrily, "Don't touch my things!"

Fu Zhiyang did not show any weakness: "Then can you clean it up yourself? Can you really live in such a mess?"

"If you can't stay here, get out." Lu Xia pushed him aside with a sullen face, knowing that the rascal was determined not to leave, and deliberately provoked him: "Going out and staying in a hotel is better than me, what are you? Where are you looking?"

Fu Zhiyang chuckled, deliberately disgusting him: "I've taken a fancy to you."

Lu Xia: "..."

He frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable with this sentence, and was about to scold him a few more words, when there was a sudden movement outside the door.

Lu Xia walked over to take a look.

Good guy, Fu Hai even brought Fu Zhiyang's luggage here.

Apart from babbling a few words, this father had an imperceptible sense of relief on his face.

Lu Xia could see that Fu Hai didn't want this son at all, and wished he could find another place to settle down quickly. It just so happened that he, who was taken advantage of by himself, was taken advantage of, and his father was naturally happy to see it happen.

Before leaving, Fu Hai called Lu Ya out, and said earnestly: "Xiao Lu, you are the student I have always valued, and I can rest assured that Zhiyang is with you. I can't help this kid if he doesn't want to be with me. Please trouble me." Take care of it, I will call him every month and ask him to transfer the money to you..."

Lu Xia listened absent-mindedly, thinking, everything is easy to talk about when the money is in place.

As soon as Fu Hai left, Fu Zhiyang couldn't wait to put his things away, and the upper bunk became full again.

Basketballs hang by the door, skateboards stand in the corner, sneakers are all over the floor, shower gel and shampoo in the bathroom stand in a crowded row, a glass is added next to the lonely mouthwash cup, and towels are hung on strings It also becomes two.

The originally not spacious room became more crowded in an instant, and Fu Zhiyang's aura swept across every corner strongly and intensely, and his flamboyant youthfulness made the quiet house more lively.

Lu Yan felt that his territory had been violated. He wanted to stab him a few words, but seeing his elated side face, he silently swallowed it back.

Forget it, anyway, if you have money, you don't lose money.

Fu Zhiyang looked around with the lamp in his hand, but couldn't find a suitable place, and finally his eyes fell on that table.

He glanced back at Lu Xia.

Lu Yan was sitting on the edge of the bed, lowering her head and tinkering with the torn mobile phone, turning a deaf ear to everything around her.

Fu Zhiyang approached the table quietly, and was really curious about the torn, tattered and densely written papers on the table, so he took out a paper while Lu Yan wasn't paying attention.

——The script "The World", screenwriter Lu Xia...

"Who made you move!"

The paper was pulled away, and Lu Xia, who didn't know when he got up, looked unhappy, and swept him away with his arm: "Go away, stay away from my desk, you won't be able to pay for breaking one."

"Are you still writing scripts?" Fu Zhiyang looked curious, put the desk lamp on the table, and went to get another one.

Lu Xia slapped his hand away mercilessly, and the back of his delicate skin turned red in an instant. Fu Zhiyang retracted with an "Aww" and said angrily, "It's just some torn paper, and it's not worth much."

Lu Xia glanced at him coldly and said, "How do you know it's worthless? When I become a director in the future, I will shoot these scripts."

"Ha." Fu Zhiyang curled his lips, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, stretched and fell down, lazily said: "When you become a director, let me act in your play."

"You have a good idea." Lu Yan said, "I won't let you act if you beg me."

"That might be." Fu Zhiyang said with a smile, "Maybe it's you who begged me then."

"Dream you."

Lu Yan simply cleared the table, then sat on the chair like an uncle, and instructed Fu Zhiyang: "Go, buy me a soup dumpling, and I will give you the money when I come back."

"Too lazy." Fu Zhiyang lay motionless on the bed.

"That's my bed, get down."

"My bed is too high, yours is comfortable." Fu Zhiyang lifted his long legs high, and his T-shirt slid up a section.

From Lu Yan's angle, he could just see his lean and neat back, and there seemed to be a few abdominal muscles on the front.It is the age of growing body, and the stature can be seen. I don't know how many little girls he will be able to seduce in the future. Lu Xia suddenly had such an idea.

Fu Zhiyang pressed his legs, jumped up, and raised his chin at him: "Where is the refrigerator?"

Lu Ya looked away: "There is no refrigerator."

"Where do you put your usual food without a refrigerator?"

"There's nothing to eat."

"..."

Lu Xia saw that he was about to go out, and shouted at his back: "I want crab roe for soup dumplings, come back quickly after buying, I'm about to starve to death."

Fu Zhiyang snorted coldly, slammed the door and left.

He had been away for more than an hour, and Lu Xia was so hungry that he couldn't sit still, and couldn't help wondering if he planned to eat outside before coming back.

It wasn't until twilight began, when Lu Xia was lying on the table about to fall asleep, that the door was pushed open heavily.

"Come on, come on! I'm exhausted!"

Fu Zhiyang seemed to have endless energy, and the quiet air was bustling as soon as he entered the door. He was carrying two big bags in his hands, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his black eyes were shining brightly. As soon as I put it on the ground, I breathed a sigh of relief: "This dilapidated place is really remote, and the only supermarket is still dilapidated-look, I bought a lot of things."

Lu Xia was a little irritable with hunger, and stared straight at him: "Where's my food?"

Fu Zhiyang ignored his cannibalistic eyes, and pulled aside a bag on the ground, revealing a pile of pots and pans.

"The pots in the kitchen are all rusty, I bought new ones for future cooking."

"I also bought vegetables. I don't know what those vegetables are called. I bought some of them. You can see which ones can be eaten..."

Lu Yan's temper endured to the end, and she yelled furiously: "You have to do it yourself, I won't serve you, get out of here."

As he spoke, he flipped Fu Zhiyang aside, rushed out of the house in a huff, and went to Uncle Wang's steamed stuffed bun stand to eat steamed buns stuffed with crab roe.

This area is not big, and there are more people who love to gossip. If there is something new in the neighborhood, everyone will know it. Before Lu Yan took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, Uncle Wang came over and asked: "I heard Someone moved into your house, who is it?"

As soon as Lu Yan thought that he would be in the same room with that bastard in the future, the anger in his heart rose up, and he said angrily: "A crazy person, his brain is squeezed by the door, remember to take a detour when you see him in the future."