The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

"You... what are you doing?"

Lu Yan looked shocked and dazed, and poked Fu Zhiyang who was standing at the door with his hips akimbo.

"Hey, hey, yes, just put it there, don't move the table!" Fu Zhiyang looked back at Lu Xia with a posture of pointing Jiangshan, and said happily: "You are back, I bought a lot of things."

Then he saw the schoolbag in Lu Xia's hand, and his eyes lit up: "For me?"

Lu Yan now had a question mark on his forehead, and before he could react, he took the schoolbag away, looked it over and over for a while, and then happily hung it on his body, "Thank you."

Several men in the overalls of the furniture company were bending over to carry things. One of them pointed to the bunk bed that was on the verge of landslides and asked, "Is this bed gone?"

Fu Zhiyang waved his hand: "No more."

Lu Xia: "!"

"You..." Before he could say a word, someone patted his shoulder, and a dark-faced staff member beckoned him to make way.

Lu Yan moved to the side as if her soul was out of her body, and watched helplessly as the rusty double-layer iron frame bed was carried away, and another larger and luxurious solid wood double-layer bed was moved in.

There were not enough space for so many people to stand in the small room, and the corridor was stuffy. Lu Xia stared at it dumbfounded, sweating profusely without feeling anything.

Staff members continued to pass by him, and all kinds of furniture filled the room one after another.

Two small and soft sofas were placed beside the table, and then a water dispenser, a refrigerator, a small TV, and an air conditioner were moved in...

The schoolbag on Fu Zhiyang's body has not been taken off yet, and he looks like a boss, pointing out where to put everything, with obvious excitement on his face: "Hey, the air conditioner is installed on the upper bunk, and if you go a little higher, you can gone."

"Put the fridge in the kitchen."

"Just put the water dispenser outside, right, next to the table."

"There's no place to put the TV...or don't want it, you can take it back."

……

The room was tossed into a mess, everything was changed, except Lu Xia's desk full of drafts remained unchanged.

In fact, Fu Zhiyang originally wanted to replace it, but the papers were really messed up, if they were accidentally damaged and lost, Lu Xia would definitely eat him alive.

Besides, he can barely bear the table, so let's leave it for now.

The room was cleaned yesterday, but the flying dust still made Lu Xia choke and cough.

The workers were busy inside and out, and finally carried away all the broken furniture that had been replaced before it was completely dark.

The road outside Tongzilou is narrow, and trucks cannot be driven in. Everything was moved in directly from the intersection. Along the way, many curious eyes were attracted. The neighbors poked their heads out of the windows, wondering whose house it was If you get rich, you are willing to buy so much high-end furniture.

Sister Chen, who happened to be back from grocery shopping, stared at the color TVs and followed the workers into the shanty town, only to find out that they had entered Lu Yan's house.

Sister Chen's eyes widened with disbelief on her face, and she tiptoed at the stairs to look inside.

I saw Lu Xia bent over and coughing until she couldn't stop, tears burst into her eyes, her brows were frowned into a knot, she took a deep breath, managed to stabilize her breathing, and looked at the brand-new home with a complex expression.

"Tsk, it's really good." Fu Zhiyang walked in and looked around with satisfaction, shaking the legs of the bed. The solid wood bunk bed looks exquisite and does not move at all.

The smile on his face deepened, and when he turned around, he saw Lu Xia still standing outside the door, waving at him: "Come in, take a look at our house, isn't it much better than before?"

The corners of Lu Xia's eyes twitched, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of someone standing outside the stairs.

Sister Chen, Uncle Wang, and a few neighbors whom he couldn't name but were familiar with, all looked at him with bright eyes, their gossip spirits burning.

Lu Xia has always disliked being scrutinized, and even less willing to be the talk of this group of chatterers after tea and dinner. His face suddenly turned cold, and the tail of his eyes swept towards everyone like a knife, and he said unceremoniously: "What are you looking at, hurry up and get out!" .”

As he said that, he stepped in when he was hesitant to enter the door, and slammed the door behind him, blocking the curious eyes.

Fu Zhiyang sat down on the soft sofa, and immediately sighed comfortably: "The sofa is still comfortable, and my butt hurts from making wooden chairs every day."

Lu Yan stood by the door, trying to take his eyes off the brand-new snow-white air conditioner on the upper bunk, looked at him fixedly and asked, "Are you crazy?"

His tone and expression were too serious, at that moment Fu Zhiyang really doubted himself.

He choked, then straightened his legs, nestled his upper body into the sofa, clasped his hands on his chest, as if he had no bones, and said lazily: "I have wanted to buy these for a long time, and I have saved two dollars. The money for a month, plus my previous savings, was all gone.”

He turned his head to look at Lu Xia, begging for praise happily: "How is it, is it okay?"

Lu Xia: "..."

For the first time in his life, he felt that money can really do anything wrong.

The new and expensive furniture in this room made the original old and dilapidated rental house nondescript, like things that were not in a different world, but were abruptly put together.

Lu Xia had nothing to say.

He rented this house, maybe one day he will move out if he doesn't want to live here - but this possibility is very small.

But Fu Zhiyang is only renting with him temporarily, if one day his parents figure it out and want to take their son away, there is really nothing to do with the things in this house.

At the same time, he had a strange feeling in his heart.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the air conditioner that was blowing cold air outside.

Among his current life goals, buying an air conditioner occupies one of them.

In order to accomplish this goal, he needs to work hard to earn money and live frugally, and can only buy it back when he is not particularly tight.

And Fu Zhiyang took this thing home with ease.

What he desires, others can have within reach.

Lu Yan is used to living in the gutter, and she hates and envies people who are born superior.

But the other party didn't realize this at all, and it seemed that they bought a bunch of "luxury goods" simply to make the two of them live more comfortably.

Himself, and Lu Xia.

The dark thoughts are fleeting, and it's ridiculous to care about a kid who doesn't know anything.

However, Fu Zhiyang called him very disrespectfully.

"Hey, the surname is Lu."

There was a teasing smile on the young man's face, with a little pride and teasing, he lowered his voice and raised his eyebrows at him: "What do you think I will take care of you in the future?"

Lu Xia: "..."

"Get out." He cursed angrily, "If you are sick in your head, go and treat it as soon as possible."

"Hey." Fu Zhiyang straightened up, with a serious look on his face, and actually talked to him about the conditions and possibilities of realizing this: "I think it's okay, you said you go to work in a restaurant all day, and a The monthly income is not much, my living expenses are several times your salary, I support you, you don't have to go to work in the future, you can cook for me at home, okay?"

...the last sentence is the finishing touch.

Lu Yan laughed angrily at him, picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it at him, glaring at him viciously: "Take care of you, uncle, shut up!"

Fu Zhiyang flashed, and smashed the pillow back with a playful smile.

The air conditioner blows out cool wind, and after Lu Xia returns home every day, she will be enveloped in the cool wind as soon as she enters the door, and the fatigue of the whole day will disappear in an instant.

There were a few bottles of beer in the refrigerator, and next to it was Fu Zhiyang's favorite orange-flavored soda. The two flavors were mixed, and it smelled strangely refreshing.

Fu Zhiyang's series of astonishing operations was finally digested by him silently, and Lu Yan finally found this person barely pleasing to the eye, and occasionally chatted with him calmly when he was in a good mood.

However, under normal circumstances, the two of them can't talk for a few words, and if they don't deal with a word, they will hit the pillow with a pillow.

This kind of fight doesn't look like a fight, but a slapstick.

Lu Xia thought to herself that being brought up by this little bastard made her more and more childish, which was really detrimental to her dignity.

But it is undeniable that during the day-to-day running-in, the two of them sat together calmly and peacefully more and more times. Just when Lu Xia was full of joy and thought that it would always be so safe and sound, Fu Zhiyang just gave him a little bit. A moth.

That day Lu Yan was busy at the restaurant, and just finished washing a pile of dishes that were taller than a person, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

His hands were full of water, probably because of advertising promotion, so he didn't answer.

Who knew that the bell rang again and again persistently, making Lu Xia's legs almost numb from the shock, she wiped her hands on the rag, and picked it up impatiently.

His mobile phone number is still the same as before, except for the phone number of the publishing house and a few acquaintances, no one else has been added at all.

Oh, Fu Zhiyang was added a few days ago.

What was displayed on the screen was a local unfamiliar number. After connecting, the caller paused for a second, seemed to be deeply suppressed, and then asked, "Are you Fu Zhiyang's parent?"

It was obviously the voice of a middle-aged woman, the voice was not angry and pretentious, and the words were fast, but the words were clear: "I am Fu Zhiyang's class teacher. Fu Zhiyang fought with his classmates at school and was sent to the hospital. Please come here. "

Lu Xia: "..."

Into the hospital?

Did you beat someone to the hospital or did you go to the hospital yourself?

Before he could ask, there was a noisy voice over there, like a doctor calling for someone. The female teacher hurriedly left the name of the hospital and hung up the phone.

Lu Xia held the phone tightly, took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and cursed secretly: "You bastard, you will find trouble for me."