The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

The chocolate was finished soon, and Lu Xia carefully took out the phone.

This mobile phone is more than a million times better than his second-hand mobile phone. The screen is big and bright, and the casing is smooth. It is afraid of accidentally slipping out and falling in the palm of your hand.

He cleared his throat and asked nonchalantly, "How much?"

Fu Zhiyang had already sat back in his chair, spinning his pen quickly between his fingers, humming a song, and raised his eyes when he heard the words: "I told you this is to compensate you, there is no need to pay."

"..."

Just smashed a second-hand mobile phone, and even compensated him for an expensive foreign product.

Lu Xia felt that the young master really had money and no land to spend, so he was in a panic.

He didn't say anything more, put the phone into the box, got up and walked to the door, and picked up the watermelon on the ground.Fu Zhiyang turned his head curiously, his eyes lit up suddenly, he jumped up from the chair, and followed him into the kitchen.

The watermelon is not big, and Lu Xia can hold it with one hand. She put it under the faucet and rinsed it. She couldn't find a suitable plate when she looked around, so she just put it on the table and cut it open. With a "click", the juice overflowed. The other half almost rolled down, but Fu Zhiyang quickly caught it.

"Where did you buy it? Why didn't I see anyone selling watermelons?"

The level of consumption in shantytowns is generally low. Fruits are expensive when they first hit the market. No one has the spare cash. The fruit stalls on the street suffered serious losses at the beginning. Later, the boss learned to be smart and waited until the market price dropped before buying. Therefore, some time ago, there was no fresh fruit at all. Fruits, only a few cents a catty of watermelon appeared today.

But for these few cents, Lu Xia still bargained with the boss for a long time.

The fruit knife at home is not often used, the blade is blunt, and it can’t cut the melon skin. Lu Xia simply broke it into several large pieces with strange shapes, and held one with Fu Zhiyang, squatting next to the trash can while eating and spitting out the seeds. .

"Don't touch the ground." Lu Xia said.

Fu Zhiyang glanced at him coolly: "I also clean up the floor."

"..."

This is true.

Lu Xia is used to being sloppy, as long as the house is not so dirty that people and gods are angry, he will not take the initiative to clean it up, but Fu Zhiyang has a cleanliness habit and can't stand the existence of a little dirt, so he has no choice but to clean it up by himself.

Lu Xian thought for a while and said, "I took out the trash."

"Come on." Fu Zhiyang snorted, "Just once or twice, you forgot where the garbage truck is outside, right?"

"..." Lu Ya pretended to be deaf and dumb, and silently ate a mouthful of watermelon.

The two chatted with each other, and it was the first time that they got along so calmly.

A piece of watermelon was quickly chewed to the bottom, Fu Zhiyang got up to get it.

I didn't feel it when I was squatting, but as soon as Fu Zhiyang stood up, the light falling on Lu Xia was covered by a huge shadow.

The young man has already started to twitch, and he is running fast. He looks about the same height as Lu Ya. The school uniform pants on his body are a little short, revealing his well-articulated ankles, and the Achilles tendons are clearly protruding.

But he was tall, his body was not too fleshy at all, his back was thin and straight, his sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders, and his arms looked rather strong.

Lu Xian recalled the abs he saw by accident before, and felt that this person's figure should not be much worse when he became an adult, but he was still a little thin, as if he hadn't eaten enough.

Lu Xia withdrew his gaze and continued to eat the watermelon, thinking that he should put more meat in his cooking in the future, so that this person would not become so thin as a telephone pole in the future, and people would think that he deliberately refused to eat when they saw him.

The two were stuffed with watermelon, Fu Zhiyang didn't complain about being hungry, and Lu Yan didn't bother to cook, they sat head to head on both sides of the table, as usual, one was absent-mindedly doing homework, and the other was concentrating on writing stories.

The inspiration that Lu Xia recorded before has a rough outline of the story. The words on the paper are flying and flying, and it only makes people feel dazzled.

The pen in his hand has been used since college, and the paint on the outside has fallen off. Fu Zhiyang saw it before and said that he would give him one, but he just said it casually and forgot about it.

Lu Xia still writes on the paper with this slightly clumsy pen.

He would deliberately detour to a construction site on his way to and from get off work these days, not for work or to find someone, but just squatting in the corner and staring at the busy workers with bright eyes.

At first, the workers didn't take him seriously, but after being stared at by him uncomfortably, they came up to talk to him and asked him what he was doing here.

Lu Xia: "Look for the feeling."

The worker looked puzzled.

Lu Xia's thoughts were interrupted, and she said impatiently: "You don't understand even after talking about it, go to work."

Worker:"……"

This person is nagging, most likely because he is sick.

Lu Xia closed her eyes, and the images of the construction site gradually emerged in her mind—the scorching sun, the construction site was deserted, and there were reinforced concrete concrete everywhere. The workers had dark skin and were busy sweating profusely. His rag shoes were covered with dust, and the water glasses lined up against the wall were full of yellow stains.

He has little insight and refuses to let go of any detail that can inspire him.

The story line is gradually perfected, and the images of each character are more and more full. Every sentence, every action, and even every expression on the character's face, together with the clothing, become vivid and vivid in the mind.

For several days in a row, he often stopped suddenly while eating, dropped the bowl and ran to the table under Fu Zhiyang's puzzled gaze, and even took a pen and paper before he had time to sit down.

Fu Zhiyang was stunned: "...you're not crazy, are you?"

Lu Xia acted as if she hadn't heard of it, and continued to eat as if nothing had happened until she recorded the sudden flashing picture completely in one breath.

He devoted himself to writing, and even sat up in a dying dream after turning off the lights, got up all at once, with messy hair on his head, wearing a pair of big underpants, lying on the table and writing until the early morning.

Perhaps it was his mad-like attitude that infected Fu Zhiyang, the young man also jumped off the bed, took out a pile of blank test papers, sat opposite him and concentrated on writing the questions, after a while he sighed and lowered his head, feeling that he was really crazy Will do math problems late at night.

This state lasted for a week, until Lu Xia finished writing a thick stack of drafts, and Fu Zhiyang finally got a good night's sleep.

Life continued amidst the noise, and it was another week in a blink of an eye.

Fu Zhiyang still came home after playing basketball after school, but there were a few times when Lu Xia keenly noticed that he came back out of breath, not tired, but angry.

His blue and white school uniform was covered with dirt, his hair was messed up like a bird's nest, the corner of his mouth was torn, and his face was covered with blood. Although he had wiped it off before entering the door, the marks were still obvious.

The hostility on the young man's face did not fade away, Lu Yan finally saw the long-lost sense of alienation in him, looked at him leisurely, and asked bluntly, "Did you fight?"

Fu Zhiyang was still furious, panting heavily, and let out an "um", with an expression of unwillingness to say more.

Lu Xia swallowed the words that came to her lips, feeling that she didn't need to meddle in other people's business.

"Let's eat." He said lightly, and didn't take the initiative to bring up this matter again.

After the meal, Fu Zhiyang went to wash the dishes, and Lu Xia swept the floor diligently.

The sun came out from the west, and Lu Yan finally went to work in the field. Fu Zhiyang stopped washing the dishes, and leaned against the door to look at him with a strange face, as if he was watching some strange scene.

Lu Yan seemed to be in a good mood, noticing that he was not angry with his undisguised scrutiny, not only swept the bedroom, but also cleaned the bottom of the bed.

The bottom of the bed was full of things, except for the boxes piled up on the upper bunk, the rest were Fu Zhiyang's shoes.

Every pair is unbearable to look at.

This man never cleans his shoes, he just stuffs them in when they are too dirty to see, and then buys new ones.

Over time, the shoes alone cannot be opened.

Lu Xia frowned and kicked out the shoes, only to find that the size of these shoes was gradually increasing. The shoes that Fu Zhiyang just changed not long ago were already about the size of his feet.

This kid is growing quite fast, no wonder he changes his shoes frequently.

"Hey." Fu Zhiyang said behind him: "I still have a few clean pairs, do you want it?"

He was indeed in a panic with money, and he had two cards in hand, one for his mother and one for his father.

The two of them seemed to have long forgotten that he was a son, and they didn't bother to look at him. Only the monthly extra amount on the card reminded him that he still had a pair of parents in name.

Therefore, Fu Zhiyang has never been constrained in spending money, he would buy it when he sees it, spend a lot of money, and even buy it as a gift.

Having been with Lu Xia for so long, subconsciously, he has regarded Lu Xia as his friend.

Although this older and grumpy friend was not quite a friend.

Lu Xia didn't look back, and looked away from those expensive sneakers, still the dog couldn't spit out ivory: "No, I hate it."

Fu Zhiyang: "..."

Sure enough, you shouldn't take the initiative to show your favor.

He gave a piss, rolled up his sleeves and continued to wash the dishes.

However, the reason for Lu Xia's extremely rare good mood was not revealed until the next day.

Before get off work, the hotel owner handed him a handful of cash and said with a smile, "This is this month's salary. I originally wanted to send you money. Didn't you say that you don't have a bank card? Just take cash."

Lu Xia's eyes were wide open when he saw the money, but on the surface he could still hold it. He took the money reservedly, his face was calm, but his slightly raised eyebrows still revealed his happy mood.

He counted three times to make sure there was no more and no less, said goodbye politely to the boss, and went out with a smile on his face for the first time in a month.

Although the smile was not obvious, it was not a gloomy expression after all.

Passing by a shopping mall on the way, Lu Xia usually walks quickly and doesn't take a second look, but today she stopped not far from the door.

He thought of the tattered schoolbag that Fu Zhiyang had been carrying on his shoulders all the time. One of the straps was broken, and he didn't buy a new one. He just hung it on his shoulder indifferently. Lu Xia noticed it several times, and now he suddenly wanted to buy him a new schoolbag.

The money in his pocket is far from enough to enter this kind of consumption place, but Lu Yan accidentally touched the mobile phone while hesitating.

Forget it, if you spend one time, it will be evened out.

Half an hour later, Lu Xia walked home slowly, smoking a cigarette, carrying a new schoolbag bought for 500 yuan. However, he was full of intentions to get even with Fu Zhiyang, but he didn't know that this man made a big move for him.

When they got home, everyone in Lu Xia was dumbfounded.