The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

Chapter 25

Fu Zhiyang has been in the hospital a handful of times since he was alive.

Occasionally, it hurts the muscles and bones once in a while, and I have always been confident.

Never been so panicked.

He rushed out of the house like a storm, and got into a taxi in a panic. It wasn't until his face was stiffened by the wind that he suddenly realized that he was still wearing slippers on his feet.

Lu Xia glanced at him sideways, her eyes hesitated to speak, and finally turned her head to look out the window.

There are few people on the road late at night, and the lights are a bit dazzling.

The people beside him said nothing, and Lu Xia didn't know how to speak.

He couldn't figure out why he ran out with Fu Zhiyang on a whim.

It obviously has nothing to do with him, and he can stay out of it.

Probably that rare compassion was at work again.

Unlike the empty and quiet road, the hospital is brightly lit and people are coming and going.

Fu Zhiyang plunged into the crowd recklessly like a headless chicken, and when he was at a loss, he was stopped by someone.

"Zhi Yang, here."

Fu Hai was still wearing a slightly formal shirt, probably from some serious occasion, and his always meticulous hair was a little messy.

When Fu Hai saw his son whom he hadn't seen for a long time, his words turned into a long sigh: "Zhi Yang, you have to be mentally prepared."

I don't know if he ran too fast or what, but Fu Zhiyang's face was a little pale, and he looked lifeless under the incandescent lamp.

His voice was calm, without any emotion: "Got it."

After finishing speaking, he found a place to sit down without looking at Fu Hai again.

He didn't ask how Lu Jie was doing, and he didn't show the slightest bit of sadness. He just stared at the ground indifferently, like an outsider.

Lu Yan stood beside him, watching the hair twirling above his head, unable to guess the man's emotions for the first time.

In fact, don't say he couldn't figure it out, Fu Zhiyang himself couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind.

While he was counting in his heart Lu Jie's neglect and harshness towards him over the years, he couldn't help recalling the only warmth between mother and child in the farther past.

He wanted to sever ties with these two people named parents, but whether it was in blood or deep in his heart, the innate bond could not be severed at all.

What's more, he was far less indifferent than he pretended.

Fu Zhiyang lowered his head, and before he had time to sort out his messy emotions, he heard the door of the operating room creak softly in front of him.

A doctor in a white coat came out.

Fu Zhiyang raised his head abruptly, staring at him closely.

The doctor raised his hand and took off half of the mask, sighing: "We did our best, sorry."

……

Fu Zhiyang couldn't remember what happened afterwards, he was like a marionette, he would follow wherever others told him to go.

All kinds of comforting voices rang in his ears one after another, like the autumn wind sweeping over fallen leaves. It was clearly in midsummer, but it made him break out in a cold sweat for no reason.

Fu Hai followed the doctor up and down, and had no time to take care of his son.

In the face of life and death, people's minds are probably much wider. The only thing Fu Hai can do for his dead wife is this. He ran without complaint and sweated profusely. The moment he saw Bai Bu, he shed a few tears.

But the expression was really not the case, and it made Lu Xia feel disgusted.

Compared to the busy Fu Hai and the distracted Fu Zhiyang, Lu Xia was the only sober bystander.

At first, he just walked beside Fu Zhiyang, fearing that the kid would accidentally fall, but then he simply grabbed his sleeve and led him out of the hospital.

It was not so easy to take a taxi late at night, and the two stood silently on the side of the road for a while.

Fu Zhiyang bowed his head and remained silent, Lu Xia searched his stomach and couldn't say anything to comfort him.

It wasn't until he got home that Fu Zhiyang had a slight reaction.

Lu Xia took out the key to open the door and turned on the light, only to realize that he didn't follow in.

Lu Xia waved at him.

"You..." As soon as the words started, the voice stopped abruptly.

The corridor was dimly lit, and half of the boy's body was hidden in the darkness. He looked like he was squatting pitifully outside the door begging Lu Xia to take him in on the day he just came here.

Only this time, his eyes were red.

He didn't cry the moment he heard the news, he didn't cry on the way to the hospital, and he was even more indifferent when the doctor announced the bad news, but when he saw this familiar home, he couldn't restrain his turbulent emotions any longer.

Fu Zhiyang didn't save any face for himself, and almost couldn't breathe from crying.

Lu Xia took his arm and pulled him into the house, closed the door, and turned off the lights.

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, any sound is amplified countless times.

Lu Xia's voice seemed to ring close to his ears.

Low, with a little imperceptible tenderness: "Cry, no one can see."

I don't know which word in this sentence poked Fu Zhiyang's nerves, his nose was sour, and he cried even harder.

Fu Zhiyang cried for a while before barely calming down, and fell asleep in the lower bunk without taking off his clothes.

The bed was occupied again, and Lu Yan didn't bother with him this time.She even kindly helped him take off his shoes, covered him with a quilt, tiptoed to the upper bunk, and fell asleep all day long.

After waking up, Fu Zhiyang felt as if someone had hit his Ya acupuncture point, he used to chatter endlessly, but now he doesn't say a word, as if he sees through the world.

It made Lu Xia very uncomfortable.

He was used to this man's flailing teeth and claws, and he felt a little uncomfortable when he calmed down for a while.

He leaned on the window sill to light a cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke ring, and looked at Fu Zhiyang who was eating absent-mindedly through the smoke.

Lu Xia didn't want to show her concern blatantly, nor did she want to be too indifferent.

But apart from cooking Fu Zhiyang's favorite meals and not arguing with him, he didn't know what to do.

Fu Zhiyang didn't go to the hospital to see his mother again, he didn't even come out of the room, he was either sleeping or in a daze 24 hours a day, he insisted on living this acre of land as his whole world.

The always noisy rental house fell into an unprecedented silence, and something was urgently needed to break this weird balance.

And so that thing came.

I haven't seen Fu Hai for two days, and he has become much haggard, with a layer of stubble on his chin, and he is wearing a solemn suit.

"Zhi Yang, today is your mother's funeral, I..."

"roll."

Fu Zhiyang didn't even lift his eyelids, and directly slammed the door.

That day at the hospital, Fu Hai answered a phone call.

It was a woman who called him, calling him husband affectionately, coquettishly asking him to go home early.

Fu Hai was still pretentiously immersed in sadness, but when he heard this, a smile appeared on his face.

Lu Yan didn't want him to see this at first, so she blocked his sight with her body on purpose, but unexpectedly she was still seen by him.

Fu Zhiyang was in a daze that day, but he only remembered this clearly.

Fu Hai didn't get angry when he was rejected, he continued to knock on the door patiently, and his voice came through the door clearly: "Zhi Yang, don't be willful."

Fu Zhiyang's eyes were gloomy, and he pinched his fingers, apparently wanting to rush out and beat Fu Hai up.

Lu Xia was delighted to see the result, and leaned on the kitchen doorframe with folded arms to watch the show.

Just when Fu Zhiyang couldn't bear it anymore, Fu Hai finally ran out of patience, the knock on the door slowly subsided, and the footsteps gradually faded away in the empty corridor.

Fu Zhiyang kicked the door hard to vent his anger.

Looking at the crumbling door, Lu Xia frowned, went into the kitchen and brought out two bowls of noodles, and asked nonchalantly, "Do you want to eat?"

Fu Zhiyang took two deep breaths and calmed down his heartbeat: "...Eat."

There is a lot of meat in the noodles, and there are also a lot of eggs, which are all Fu Zhiyang's favorite food.

The two tacitly kept silent about what had just happened.

The mobile phone that Lu Yan put aside suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID, but he didn't answer.

Fu Zhiyang raised his head as if feeling something, and his dark eyes fell on him.

"It's alright, let's eat."

Lu Xia turned the phone to silent and let the screen go off and on again.

Fu Hai knew that he couldn't persuade Fu Zhiyang, but he didn't give up. He wanted Lu Xia to help him, but he didn't know that he made three phone calls but no one answered, so he finally had to give up angrily.

In fact, Fu Zhiyang didn't want to go to the funeral, nor did he want to worship his mother, he just didn't want to face Fu Hai, and those relatives and friends who had never met and who were crying falsely.

Although the divorce of the two did not become known to everyone, but the family that does not get together during the holidays, no one can see some clues, and gossip is naturally inevitable behind it.

Fu Zhiyang didn't need the self-righteous pity and comfort of others, so he didn't even show his face.

The next day he woke up very early in the morning, wearing a black sportswear, holding a basketball and saying that he was going out to play.

Lu Yan went to work after half an hour. When passing by the basketball court, he took a special look. There was no one there, only a dirty basketball spinning around on the ground alone.

After thinking about it for a while, Lu Xia understood what this kid was doing.

Sure enough, Fu Zhiyang came home that night with a pair of red eye sockets, and insisted that there was sand in his eyes.

"I have some eye drops, do you want them?" Lu Xia asked seriously.

"No." Fu Zhiyang avoided his gaze and went straight into the bathroom, "Just wash up."

It took a long time for him to wash his eyes, and when he came out, Lu Yan had already arranged the food.

"How did you do so much?" Fu Zhiyang slightly opened his eyes.

He went to the cemetery and came back, and his mood was obviously adjusted.

These days, it was the first time that Lu Yan heard his tone not so flat.

"I bought too much food." Lu Xia handed him a pair of chopsticks.

Just as Fu Zhiyang sat down, his eyes were attracted by another thing: "This is..."

Lu Xia glanced at it, and said lightly, "Oh, it was given away when I was shopping for vegetables."

Fu Zhiyang looked at him suspiciously, apparently not believing the reason.

Which vegetable seller will give away lollipops, but this person makes up excuses not to take dim sum.

Lu Xia coughed lightly and said, "Eat first, the dishes are getting cold."