The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

There were not many people in the restaurant, so Fu Zhiyang entered a private room under the guidance of the waiter.

The dining table was full of exquisite dishes. Fu Haiduan sat at the table, looked up at him, and smiled: "Here we come."

Fu Zhiyang gave an expressionless "hmm", pulled out his chair and sat down.

The two were relatively speechless, and the melodious music outside made the dull and quiet inside even more contrasting.

Fu Zhiyang took off his mask and glasses slowly, without touching the glass of red wine in front of him or his chopsticks, leaning on the back of the chair and said calmly, "What can you do with me?"

Fu Hai persistently called him for a week, but Fu Zhiyang only answered the first one, and because of the verbal dispute, he dropped the quilt and scratched his hand.

He ignored the rest, and finally got so annoyed that he blocked Fu Hai's cell phone number.

Until Zheng Yilan suddenly sent him a message asking him to meet Fu Hai.

Most of the students taught by Fu Hai have entered the show business circle, and they are more or less connected with him.Fu Zhiyang didn't know how he approached Zheng Yilan, he wanted to refuse at first, but after thinking about it, he didn't know who he would look for next time if he didn't see him this time.

Maybe it was Yang Fan, maybe it was someone else, but Fu Zhiyang didn't want others to know his relationship with Fu Hai.

I don't know when was the last time I sat down with Fu Hai and talked calmly.Fu Hai went to look for him when he was in college. In order not to meet him, Fu Zhiyang refused to go back to the dormitory and stayed in a hotel off campus for a week.

Fu Zhiyang's attitude towards Fu Hai is obvious.

I wish I didn't have this father in my life.

After he became an adult, his temper has subsided a lot, and he has a gentle and casual appearance in front of others, and he rarely shows boredom with anyone, even when facing Lu Yan's repeated retreats, he has no impatience.

Only for Fu Hai.

This person doesn't need to speak, just appearing in front of him is enough to mobilize his violent factors that have been silent for many years.

There are a few wrinkles around Fu Hai's eyes, probably because he is getting older and his mind has become sentimental.

He often thinks back to the first few years of his marriage with his ex-wife. At that time, the two were very affectionate and loved their only son very much.

When Fu Zhiyang was young, he was quiet and well-behaved, very lovable, but he didn't know when he had a bad temper. At first, he just fought and played truant, and then he did something so outrageous.

Thinking of this, Fu Hai sighed: "Didn't you promise me that I would never have any contact with Lu Xia in this life?"

"Yes." Fu Zhiyang admitted without hesitation.

Fu Hai frowned: "Then you now..."

"I regret it, can't I?" Fu Zhiyang raised the corner of his mouth, and there was no smile in his eyes.

Fu Hai choked, he didn't expect him to act so calmly when he played a rascal.He took a sip of his wine and said, "Zhi Yang, you can't go back on your promises as a human being. It's easy for you to go back on your word, and I think it's easy to ruin him."

"Really?" Fu Zhiyang didn't take his threat seriously, and said with a sneer, "A well-known and famous director, how do you want to destroy him, let me hear it?"

Fu Hai choked, and wiped the corners of his mouth, thinking that this kid really doesn't leave anyone behind when he speaks now. Of course, he didn't think about how to punish Lu Ya, but he couldn't lose his momentum.

"I have a lot of solutions." Fu Hai said, "Zhi Yang, you are still too young, and you have never experienced anything emotionally. What kind of relationship can two men have? You are fascinated by Lu Xia for a while, and you can't take it seriously."

Fu Zhiyang opened his mouth, he was full of words to refute him, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was unnecessary, no matter how much Fu Hai said, he would not accept it, why waste his tongue, not to mention that he didn't care about Fu Hai's approval, it was his feelings, No one can interfere.

So Fu Zhiyang nodded, his tone obviously perfunctory: "Well, is there any more?"

Fu Hai: "..."

"If you don't have me, I'll leave first." Fu Zhiyang stood up and put on his sunglasses again, "Don't contact me again, I don't have that much free time."

Fu Hai stood up right behind him, took a step outside to stop him, but he didn't stop him, Fu Zhiyang closed the door neatly, and left the restaurant quickly.

It was still early, and he didn't even eat breakfast or lunch, so he took a taxi and went to the snack street that Zou Yue mentioned.

There are people coming and going in the snack street, and there are all kinds of grilled candied haws on both sides. A large cloud of white air fills the air, and the smell of fireworks is a bit choking.

Fu Zhiyang walked along with the flow of people, but he didn't find Lu Xia, so he probably went back.

Uninterestedly, he bought a few skewers of barbecue, carried them in his hand and walked out.

When he was about to go out, he almost bumped into a little boy who was running around. Fu Zhiyang stopped in time, saw the little boy looked unaware, smiled helplessly, and then his eyes fell on the sugar painting in his hand .

The sugar painting is the image of Monkey King. The little boy was reluctant to eat it. He held it in his palm and looked left and right, and finally licked Monkey King's arm carefully.

Fu Zhiyang couldn't help laughing, and leaned down to ask him, "Where did you buy this sugar painting?"

The little boy pointed to the right, and said crisply: "There is an old man over there who makes sugar paintings."

"Okay, thank you." Fu Zhiyang wanted to pat his head, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman approaching quickly, staring at him warily.

His face was so heavily covered that he might have looked like an outlaw.

Fu Zhiyang stood up, said goodbye to the little boy, and walked in the direction he pointed.

A group of children gathered in front of the sugar painting booth, and the parents were queuing up, anxiously looking after the children in the crowd, telling them from time to time, "Don't go far."

When it was Fu Zhiyang's turn, the old man's white temple hair was already wet with sweat, and his old hands trembled slightly, holding a bamboo stick and asking him, "What do you want?"

Fu Zhiyang said, "Two dinosaurs, is that okay?"

"Of course you can." The old man smiled kindly, "Many children like this."

Fu Zhiyang paid the money, looked around and said, "You do it first, I'll buy something."

The old man skillfully poured out a rough outline on the drawing board, and replied: "Okay."

Fu Zhiyang went there for less than 5 minutes. When he came back, he was carrying a plastic bag containing mineral water and wet wipes. Just as the old man had finished his sugar painting, Fu Zhiyang handed the bag to him and said with a smile, "It's very beautiful, thank you you."

The old man was flattered and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no."

"Take it." Seeing that he was determined not to accept it, Fu Zhiyang put the bag by the table and left holding the sugar painting.

The two little dinosaurs are alive and glowing in the sun.

Fu Zhiyang thought of the comic strip he drew on the test paper many years ago. One dinosaur was him, and the other was Lu Xia. The two dinosaurs were from fire-breathing to getting along with each other. It was a pity the paper was confiscated by the teacher. Can stay as a souvenir.

He was afraid that the sugar painting would melt, so he protected it with his arms and took it all the way back to the hotel.

When I was in the elevator, I met Aya. Aya said hello, saw what he was holding, and asked curiously, "Is this a dinosaur?"

Fu Zhiyang nodded: "En."

Aya suddenly realized: "Oh...are you going to give it to Director Lu?"

"How do you know?" Fu Zhiyang asked with a smile.

Aya scratched her head, a little embarrassed: "No, I just guessed, I always feel that you care about Director Lu."

Fu Zhiyang did not deny her words, looked at the undamaged sugar painting, and said, "It is indeed for him."

Lu Yan was still fighting the landlord in Zou Yue's room at this time, and the two each held a mobile phone, opened a room with Yang Fan who was not in front of them, and had a great time.

Zou Yue slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "Hurry up, hurry up, your king is bombing, bomb him quickly!"

With Lu Xia's finger pointing, a bomb exploded on the screen, the game ended, Yang Fan lost three games in a row, and Happy Beans was cleared.

Yang Fan sent a voice call cursing Gou Niang: "Don't play anymore, I'm going to board the plane."

Yang Fan's happy days came to an end, and the company arranged another job for him, so he packed his luggage early in the morning and left.

Lu Xia exited the game page, and also sent a voice message, with a frivolous tone: "Winning all the time, it's boring."

Yang Fan said angrily: "You, surnamed Lu, are too cheap to be a good boy, return the Happy Beans to me!"

"You think beautifully."

Zou Yue said happily: "Okay, okay, get out, I'll let you two next time."

Yang Fan gritted his teeth angrily: "Bah!"

Just as Lu Xia put away her phone and wanted to get a glass of water, there was a knock on the door.

There were no outsiders in this hotel. He walked over and opened the door, obviously stunned for a moment.

Fu Zhiyang raised his eyebrows: "I'm not welcome?"

Lu Yan didn't speak, and let him in sideways, noticed what he was carrying in his hand, before he could see clearly, Zou Yue jumped over and asked eagerly: "Is the meat skewer for me?"

"Of course." Fu Zhiyang stuffed it into his hands without hesitation.

Zou Yue expressed his thanks happily, and when he saw the two sugar paintings, he asked in surprise, "What is this?"

"Sugar painting." Fu Zhiyang handed one of them to Lu Xia, looked at him and asked, "Do you like it?"