The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

When it was time to get off work that day, Lu Xia went into the boss's back room again.

Seeing his hesitant expression, the boss thought that he was coming to intercede with him, and wanted to get back the half-day wages.

The smile on his face faded immediately, and he opened his eyelids and waited for him to speak.

Lu Xia has a sensitive mind and is used to being able to understand other people's expressions. Seeing that the boss doesn't like her, she took a deep breath to suppress the urge to step out, closed her eyes and said, "I want to advance Get some wages, not much, a hundred will do.”

Hearing this, the boss suddenly said "Oh", and the smile returned to his face. Without saying a word, he took out a crumpled piece of money from his pocket and gave it to him: "Here, use it."

He gave generously, and Lu Xia knew that the money would be deducted from his salary, so he didn't shirk it immediately, just took it and left.

After a trip to the hospital, there was not much left from the salary he paid last month. Although Fu Zhiyang had a lot left after paying the utility bills and rent, Lu Xia was reluctant to spend it, so he saved it up.

He is used to being poor, he has no money and has no idea, he would rather save money by digging and searching, than not have any savings on him.

As for the 100 yuan that he had the cheek to ask for...

Lu Yan stopped in front of a pork shop. The table was full of fresh pork. The red ones were lean meats, while the white ones were fatty meats. In the past, Lu Yan would only be willing to buy a little pork belly if he was greedy. ——80.00% are deformed streaky meat.

But after living with Fu Zhiyang for so long, he has long seen that this person doesn't eat any fat. Every time there is fat in the stir-fry, he doesn't touch it.

Lu Xia saw it in her eyes and mocked it in her heart.

I am used to some problems, and I will eat whatever I don't eat.

But even though he said that, he was actually a very picky eater, but it was because he was the cook at home, and he never cooked anything he didn't eat, so Fu Zhiyang couldn't tell.

Lu Yan picked and picked the pork, and finally pointed to the ribs hanging on the shelf behind, and said, "A small piece."

The pork shop owner happily chopped off a piece for him, held it in his hand and asked, "Is this one good?"

Lu Xia shook her head: "Smaller."

So he chopped off another piece, and there were only two ribs left. He nodded in satisfaction, and frowned in pain when he paid, watching the red hair that had just arrived and hadn't warmed it into the boss's pocket. , and then handed him a bunch of colorful change.

These days, pork is almost becoming a luxury item.

On the way back, I bought some green onion, ginger and garlic. The owner of the stall knew him well. Seeing him carrying a bag of meat, he asked with a smile, "Hey, what's so good about it? Stewed pork ribs?"

It's a good thing, but a bad thing is almost the same.

Lu Xia responded vaguely, and returned with a full bag.

As soon as he entered the door, Fu Zhiyang, who was lying on the bed doing nothing, tried his best to stretch his neck to look at him, and heaved a sigh of relief: "You are back."

Lu Xia raised her eyebrows and said, "Why, miss me?"

"Yes." Fu Zhiyang dragged his voice, stretched with difficulty on the bed, and yawned: "I'm almost bored to death."

After finishing speaking, his eyes fell on the thing in Lu Xia's hand, and he asked in surprise, "What is this? Meat?"

Lu Xia entered the kitchen without looking back, "Human flesh, do you dare to eat it?"

Knowing that this man and dog can't spit out ivory, Fu Zhiyang didn't bother with him, and lay back happily, waiting to get up and eat meat later.

He used to often buy some meat back, but every time he brought it home, Lu Yan disliked him, so Fu Zhiyang didn't bother to buy it, and he ate whatever Lu Xia did, except occasionally being picky. In other words, in fact, every meal that Lu Ya cooks basically suits his appetite, and even the green vegetables that have always been the most disgusting are not so unpalatable.

The number of times Lu Xia ate pork ribs since he can remember is one of the few, and he has never done it himself. Right now, he stares at a bag of green onions, ginger and garlic, throws it into the boiling water after a while, and puts the lid on without hesitation. .

Never mind, just cook it.

Fu Zhiyang couldn't stop being hurt like this, begging Lu Xia to help him off the bed, he wanted to go for a walk.

The kitchen exudes a burst of meaty smell, which makes people want to eat it. Fu Zhiyang leaned on the door frame and stared at the steaming pot, almost drooling.

When he stood up, he would find that Lu Yan hadn't moved. When he turned his head, he saw that he was already sitting on the chair, and began to write on the torn paper again.

Fu Zhiyang leaned on the wall and slowly moved over, stretched his head to look, and asked curiously, "Are you writing a script again?"

Lu Yan was revising his first draft, feeling extremely happy with his masterpiece, nodded upon hearing this, and rarely let him go.

So Fu Zhiyang pushed forward, relying on the fact that he was an injured person, Lu Xia must be too embarrassed to fight with him, stretched his arms and pulled out a piece of paper, blinked innocently, and said like a rascal: "Just let me see."

The corners of Lu Yan's eyes twitched, and she gave him a cold look: "Dare to try to break you for me."

Fu Zhiyang leaned against the wall and looked word by word as if he had been pardoned.

After a long while, he had an unbelievable expression on his face, saying that Lu Xia didn't rely on the clues for making up nonsense, and returned the paper to him resentfully. Although he said he was disgusted, he was still aroused by the story and couldn't help reaching out for the other paper. one sheet.

As soon as Lu Yan heard his words, his temper was immediately ignited, and he satirized him unceremoniously, and then patted his dog's paw. Give up, take out the next piece of paper and read it again.

The veins on Lu Xia's forehead twitched. If it wasn't for the fact that this man was half dead, he would have kicked him back to the bed.

The words on the paper were dazzled, and Lu Xia was still filling them in. Fu Zhiyang took a lot of effort to read them all. When he looked up, it was dark outside.

"The meat is cooked, hurry up and eat." There was the sound of chopsticks and bowls colliding in the kitchen, and the smell of meat was tangy.

Fu Zhiyang's legs were sore, he washed his hands with a wrinkled face, and asked Lu Xia while eating: "Can't the ending of the story be better?"

Lu Yan didn't realize what he was saying at first, and then snorted: "What do you know, this is the best ending."

What a fart, Fu Zhiyang wanted to refute him, but on second thought, it was useless to refute, so he gnawed on the ribs silently, only to find that there was only one bone on Lu Ya's side.

He looked at the bones piled up in front of him, and at the few ribs left on the plate, and silently put down his chopsticks.

Lu Xia raised her head and asked, "Are you full?"

"Yeah." Fu Zhiyang replied, not ashamed to say that he was not full, and those ribs were not enough to fit between his teeth.

This is the first time he let Lu Xia quietly.

Oh no, it was actually the first time that Lu Yan let him in quietly, but he just noticed it.

During the period when Fu Zhiyang was recuperating at home, Lu Xia basically brought back some good things every day, sometimes pork ribs, sometimes fish, and sometimes chicken. , he heaved a sigh of relief.

This month's wages are almost paid in advance, so let's tighten our belts for the next few weeks.

The bruises on Fu Zhiyang's legs still have a little outline, and they don't look as shocking as they were that day. He was lying on the sofa in shorts at home, and every time Lu Yan saw it, he would subconsciously frown and ask, "Did you apply the medicine?"

He bought the medicine at a huge price, and forced Fu Zhiyang to apply it three times a day. Every time he asked the boy, he slipped away quickly, took the medicine from the window sill, and calmly applied it under his cold eyes.

Lu Xia wished he could kick his legs again, patch up some bruises, and let him finish the bottle of medicine.

But after thinking about it, he really wasn't such a jerk.

Fu Zhiyang had nothing to do at home, and the school had already entered the stage of intense review.

The head teacher also called Lu Xia that day and told him: "Fu Zhiyang's learning ability is actually very good. This kid is smart, but he doesn't study hard. I hope that during the days when he is resting at home, if he recovers, he can try his best to get better. Let him study more, and try to take the final exam as much as possible."

Lu Yan was also an ignorant master back then, so she was silent for a moment and said, "Then... what did he learn at home?"

Class teacher: "Let him do more blank test papers for this semester, the final exam should not be too bad."

So that night, Fu Zhiyang was carried to the table by Lu Yan, and the papers that had been collected for a semester were piled up in front of him. Lu Yan was like a head teacher, staring at him sternly as he wrote.

As a result, the kid took a pen and drew horizontal lines on the stem of the question for a long time, and he insisted on painting the question black. Then he turned his wrist, swiped the pen in the answer area, and wrote "solution".

Then, and then no, and then...

Fu Zhiyang raised his head, stared wide-eyed at Lu Xia, was silent for a moment, and asked ignorantly, "How do you write this question?"

Lu Yan looked at the math problem that was like a bible, and forced his rusty brain to work. After a while, he took the pen in his hand, attached it to the table to write and draw, and threw the pen away half an hour later. Anxiously said: "What's the problem, why can't you figure it out?"

"That's it." Fu Zhiyang agreed, and spat at the paper: "Crack the question!"

"Shut up." Lu Yan patted him on the back of the head, with impatience on his brows, but he still read the question seriously, and looked up to see that Fu Zhiyang was distracted, and became even more irritable: "If you lose your mind again, I will beat you up." Believe it or not, read the questions together!"

The two cobblers studied head to head for a long time, but they couldn't match half of Zhuge Liang.

Finally Lu Xia sighed: "You write it yourself, I'm going to sleep."

It was dark at night, he lay on the bed, looked at the young man who was still thinking hard in front of him, gradually closed his eyelids, and fell asleep.

In fact, Fu Zhiyang turned his back to him and was not writing the question at all.

He scribbled and drew in the answer area, and finally drew a vivid dinosaur.

The dinosaur had a grumpy face, and was breathing fire from its mouth. Two small characters were written on the tail, and it pointed with an arrow.

Those two words are——

Lu Xia.