The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

Fu Zhiyang pressed the rice cooker in the sink, brushed it vigorously with a steel wool ball, and accidentally turned his elbow to the bowl piled up next to him, and the fragments exploded at his feet, making him jump three feet high in fright, but fortunately he was not injured foot.

Fu Zhiyang patted his chest and said with lingering fear: "I was scared to death..."

"what are you doing?"

Lu Xia leaned against the door with a cigarette between her fingers, her face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Then he took a closer look and almost had a heart attack on the spot.

Before Fu Zhiyang answered, his eyes widened suddenly, he looked at the pool in disbelief, walked over in two steps and snatched the steel wool ball from his hand, and shouted: "You are not sick, who told you to use electricity like this?" Rice cooker?!"

The inner pot was brushed with steel wool so that a large piece of paint fell off, and the outer pot was full of water.

Also eat rice...

Eat a hammer!

Lu Xia took a few breaths, it seemed that a landmine had been stuffed into his temple, and the rumbling blast gave him a splitting headache.

He clenched his fist, but couldn't swing it out.

He didn't buy the pots and pans, so Fu Zhiyang can just go on and on if he wants.

Out of sight and out of mind, Lu Yan finally turned back to the bedroom without saying a word.

After a while, there was the sound of debris colliding in the kitchen. Fu Zhiyang squatted on the ground and carefully cleaned it up, staring at the completely scrapped rice cooker.

He did not touch the sun with his fingers before. Although his parents were incompetent, they never treated him materially badly. The house was cleaned by hourly workers every day, not to mention washing dishes and pots.Therefore, in addition to being able to eat, he has no other skills to speak of in life.

But ever since he lived with Lu Yan, the young master, who used to be a non-human being, was forced by this rough guy to make the bed, sweep the floor, buy vegetables, clean the kitchen, and now wash the dishes by himself.

Although he smashed the bowl and ruined the pot, Fu Zhiyang felt that he had worked hard without credit, and the surname Lu shouldn't scold him every now and then.

When he thought about it, the guilt that had arisen in his heart just now dissipated instantly, and turned into resentment. He kicked the trash can as if to vent his anger, washed his hands, and sat across from Lu Ya without a word, and clicked on the Paused music, regaining a happy mood in cheerful tunes, absent-mindedly doing homework.

Lu Xia was rushing to record what he saw and felt that day, but was disturbed by the sound of music and couldn't concentrate, so he slapped the pen on the table irritably, and said with a frown, "Shut it off, I'm so annoying."

There were two words stamped on the test paper in front of Fu Zhiyang, listening to the song well, he raised his head and glared at him: "How nice, the most popular song this year, you really have no taste."

He said so, but still reluctantly turned off the music, put the phone on the balcony, and lay down on the table to force himself to do his homework.

After a while, his eyes that were about to close were in a daze for a moment, his nose wrinkled, his chin rested on the test paper, and he tilted his head and shouted at Lu Xia: "Hey! Stop smoking, you're choking to death."

Lu Xia: "..."

The inspiration that had just flooded his mind was instantly wiped out, and the tip of the pen stopped hard, piercing through the back of the paper.

He took a deep breath, probably trying to figure out what words to use to scold him more appropriately, but in the end he endured it, put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, and never raised his head from the beginning to the end.

The two took a step back each, their faces remained calm, and they gritted their teeth and secretly scolded each other for having too many things.

After scribbling a few words, Lu Xia put down the pen, raised her head silently, and silently looked at Fu Zhiyang who was sleeping soundly on his homework.

On the surface, this person looked like he was doing homework, but in fact, he used a pen to paint every small blank frame with black. At first glance, it looked black, but the answer area below was blank.

Lu Xia is not interested in his academic situation, but he can obviously guess that this is probably a ignorant master, and thinking of the small wounds on his face from time to time, it is estimated that he is also domineering in school.

He is not big and has a big temper, Lu Xia pulled half of his mouth and snorted coldly.

Then he thought that he also had this kind of virtue back then.

Growing up like a weed, he wished to go against the whole world to prove how capable he was, but the boy's spirit was empty in the end, and after many years, he lived in the poor and miserable state he is now.

Now he met a boy who was exactly like himself, but he just watched with cold eyes.

The two of them were facing each other, and no one could get used to the other. It was good to be under the same roof without fighting, so he didn't want to make trouble for himself.

Whatever you like, just don't mess with him.

For a long time afterwards, apart from the habitual bickering between the two, there was no more heated argument.

Lu Xia still got up early every day, got angry at the restaurant during the day, dragged her tired body back home at night, and had to cook for that good-for-nothing young master who only stared at him.

He was irritable, and he didn't have a nice word to say. At first Fu Zhiyang quarreled with him, but after being scolded and scolded, he got used to it, treating him as farting.

Fu Zhiyang didn't really do nothing, every day when he came back from school and passed by a steamed bun shop, he would buy steamed buns worth two yuan, and he would go to the canteen to buy a bottle of soda.

As soon as Lu Yan came home, she could smell the lingering orange smell.

Fu Zhiyang was sitting on his basketball, his face and neck were covered with sweat, his slightly longer hair was lifted up, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes were unobstructed, his clear and prominent Adam's apple kept rolling, and he drank a bottle in one go.

"Are you back?" the boy said naturally while wiping his mouth.

Lu Xia closed the door and said "Yes", "I'm back."

However, it was Lu Xia who returned home first a week later. He first pushed the door habitually, but didn't push it. When he looked at the door frame, the key was still there.

Probably because he was detained by the teacher for a reprimand, Lu Yan didn't take it seriously, and washed the vegetables and cooked as usual, until the food was almost cooked, Fu Zhiyang pushed open the door heavily, wrapped in a seemingly inexhaustible amount of fresh food. Vigorous and energetic, it stirred up the originally quiet air.

He rolled the ball, threw his schoolbag on the ground, kept saying that he was exhausted and hot, and drank a bottle of soda, and the smell of oranges filled the room in an instant.

Lu Yan came out with the dishes, and glanced up at him: "Drink less soda."

Fu Zhiyang shook his head, beads of sweat splashed, panting and puzzled: "Why?"

Lu Xia was silent for a moment and said, "Spermicide."

"What?" Fu Zhiyang had never heard of this word before, and he wanted to ask again, but was swept away by Lu Xia's sharp eyes. The man only maintained his good face for half a moment, and then instructed him coldly: "Wash your face. It's clean, hurry up and serve the meal."

While eating, Lu Xia glanced at the basketball that had rolled to her feet, and only stayed there for a moment before being caught by Fu Zhiyang.

Fu Zhiyang swallowed the food in his mouth and asked, "Can you play basketball?"

"will not."

Lu Xia has no interest in any sports. When he was in college, his roommates often made appointments to play together. He was the only one who didn’t join the group. He spent a whole day writing in the dormitory with a pen in his hand.

What's the fun, his suspicious eyes moved to the dirty ball again.

Fu Zhiyang said enthusiastically, "I'll teach you when I have time, my technique is pretty good."

Lu Xia wanted to refuse straight away, but when she raised her head to meet his shining eyes, she finally nodded perfunctorily.

The young man couldn't hide things in his heart, and all his emotions were written on his face. Fu Zhiyang happily ate an extra steamed bun, and hiccupped to wash the dishes.

At first, the young man with dark eyes seemed to disappear, leaving the messy home and endlessly noisy parents, Fu Zhiyang, like most of his peers, was full of vigor and flamboyance.

He seemed to have forgotten that he still had his parents, he didn't say a word, and quarreled with Lu Yan every day in this acre of land, but his mood was never brighter than before.

After washing the dishes, he hummed a song and sat across from Lu Ya to start doing his homework.

The two were head to head, breathing very close to each other, but they did not interfere with each other.

Lu Xia wrote a sheet full of paper eloquently, raised his head and stretched his waist, his eyes fell on the balcony inadvertently, there were a few bottles of beer cans mixed with orange-flavored soda. It's the math test paper that got mixed in at some point.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he had unknowingly gotten used to the existence of another person.

After entering the house, I no longer smoke, grab two extra handfuls when cooking noodles, and share the clothes hanging outside the balcony for two.

In this way, Fu Zhiyang squeezed into his life with great force.

Everything seems to be the same, but it seems that something is different.

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As soon as he entered the door, there was the familiar sound of music and the smell of oranges. Lu Xia closed the door behind his back, put the things in his hand on the ground, looked at Fu Zhiyang who was shaking his head, and asked, "Why did you come back so early today?"

Sitting on the chair, Fu Zhiyang seemed to be in a good mood, smiled mysteriously twice, and raised his chin towards the table beside Lu Ya.

There was a white box on the table, Lu Xia walked over suspiciously, and froze in place after seeing it clearly.

"How is it?" Fu Zhiyang leaned over with his upper body, turned his face, looked at his expression from bottom to top, and said with a smile: "I specially went to grab it, the latest model."

Lu Xia didn't speak, and slowly opened the box.

Inside lay a black mobile phone quietly. He had seen an advertisement for this mobile phone on the road. It was a foreign brand and the price was frighteningly high.

He paused with his fingertips in mid-air, looked at Fu Zhiyang, and confirmed, "For me?"

"Yeah." Fu Zhiyang rubbed his nose, and turned his gaze to the broken cell phone he put on the window sill, "I've been waiting for this latest model, I'll pay you."

Lu Yan was about to pick up the phone when her eyes suddenly fell on the side of the box, where two small and exquisite unknown objects were close together.

"What's this?" he asked, picking up one.

"Chocolate." Fu Zhiyang smiled at him, his sharp little canine teeth made him look indescribably sunny and cute: "My classmate gave it to me, and I will give you two yuan."

The anger and irritability that Lu Yan had suffered in the restaurant were miraculously calmed down suddenly.

He silently pushed aside a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth tentatively. The rich aroma instantly filled his mouth, sweet and smooth, a taste he had never tasted before.

Fu Zhiyang asked expectantly, "Is it delicious?"

The little bastard was quite conscientious, Lu Xia's tightly pursed lips curled into an imperceptible arc, and the next second she pressed down forcefully, raised her head and wrote lightly: "It's okay."