Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

Bian Xinghuo raised a hand to take off his glasses.

The pitch-black pupils were exposed to the sunlight, but the fundus under the sunlight reflected no warmth at all.

He remained silent and did not answer until the voice on the other end of the phone rang again.

"Why did your school say you dropped out?" The woman's voice was filled with anger.

Bian Xinghuo raised his eyes and looked out the window.

The bus just stopped to wait for the traffic light, and outside the window was a small shopping mall, and several advertisements were playing back and forth on the billboards of the shopping mall.

When Bian Xinghuo raised his eyes to look over, it happened to be a not-so-famous shampoo ad, which Lu Jiaxi endorsed in his early years.

There was a little warmth in Bian Xinghuo's eyes.

"It's not important." He stared at the billboard and replied softly.

There was a gasp of exasperation on the phone.

After a long while, it was the voice of the woman suppressing her anger: "I know you have returned to Kyoto. I have checked the ticket you bought to return to China. No matter where you are now, your father's birthday will be two days away, and you must come back."

The shampoo ad on the screen ended and switched to an ad for children's clothing.

Bian Xinghuo withdrew his gaze and stopped responding.

There seemed to be the sound of something smashing on the phone, and soon it seemed to be a man's voice.

The woman who was still furious just now changed her delicate tone, and a joyful voice came into Bian Xinghuo's ears through the phone: "Husband, why are you back? Well, I was talking on the phone with Xiaohuo, you have to tell him Two sentences?"

It didn't take long for the phone to be covered, and the woman's voice became much softer.

Bian Xinghuo didn't listen to the conversation over there, he hung up the phone directly, turned on the music and started listening again.

After a while, the phone vibrated.

Bian Xinghuo glanced down, it was a text message from a woman: "I have hundreds of ways to find out where you are, and I will be home on time in three days, otherwise don't blame me for finding someone to invite you back."

Bian Xinghuo pressed the text message blankly, and was about to stuff the phone into his pocket when another message came in.

"Your father's health has been bad recently, and it's time to make a will."

He put away his phone without expression, closed his eyes and enjoyed the music in peace.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived at Lu Jiaxi's house after buying a lot of things.

Bian Xinghuo put the things in the refrigerator, tidied up the living room, and went into the guest room that Lu Jiayan allocated to him yesterday.

The room is very clean, there is nothing superfluous, the bed sheet and quilt cover were laid by Bian Xinghuo last night, and they were temporarily taken from the closet, and there is some damp.

He moved all the things to the balcony to dry, and cast his gaze through dozens of high-rise buildings to the small garden downstairs.

The small garden is one of the small leisure areas in the community. There is a small pavilion inside, where old people play chess at night.

He had been here before, a year ago, he fed the mosquitoes in that small pavilion all night, and saw Lu Jiaxi when he left in the morning.

At that time, Lu Jiaxi was a little more arrogant than now, he always looked cold and unhappy wherever he went, and no matter how many people passed by, he would not give him a straight look.

But it's still so beautiful, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

When the sun was setting, he moved the quilt mattress from the balcony back to the room, and lay down on it after making it, ready to sleep for a while.

He doesn't like to cook when he lives alone, sometimes he does research with his mentor, and it is common for him to go without food for a day when he is fascinated.

But he had already learned cooking skills at the age of 16, because he knew that Lu Jiaxi had a mouthful.

When Bian Xinghuo fell asleep, he heard the sound of a door opening.

I thought it was a dream, when I heard the sound of feet on the floor again.

He woke up in an instant, and sat up suddenly from the bed, only to realize that it was already dark.

I touched my phone and looked at the time, it was ten past seven.

There are lights outside, and it looks like a living room.

Bian Xinghuo folded the quilt, put on his glasses and went out, and saw Lu Jiaxi, who was supposed not to go home, was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He couldn't help rubbing his eyes twice, walked over and called out uncertainly: "Mr. Lu?"

Lu Jiayan didn't even turn his head, just sat on the sofa like that.

Bian Xinghuo sensed something was wrong, walked over to take a look, and sure enough, he saw the young man sitting on the sofa with a dark face, and that pretty little face was almost wrinkled.

Kind of cute.

Lu Jiaxi acted as if he hadn't seen Bian Xinghuo, with a dark face and lowered head, wondering why he was sulking.

The living room was quiet for a while, and Bian Xinghuo said again: "Has Mr. Lu had dinner yet?"

Lu Jiaxi didn't answer.

But within two seconds, his stomach groaned, which was the answer for him.

Bian Xinghuo didn't hold back his laughter for a while, and directly got Lu Jiaxi's white eyes.

The young man was flushed with embarrassment and anger, and after holding back for a while, he said, "Why are you laughing, and you want to be fired?"

Bian Xinghuo restrained his smile and shook his head: "I haven't eaten yet, Mr. Lu."

Lu Jiaxi went down the steps faster than anyone else: "Then hurry up and do it!"

Bian Xinghuo nodded: "What would Mr. Lu want to eat?"

"casual."

"How about the noodles with scallion oil? I bought some noodles today."

"Stop rambling and go quickly." Lu Jiaxi lay down on the sofa.

Bian Xinghuo smiled warmly, and walked towards the kitchen obediently.

As soon as I stepped in, I heard the muffled voice of the young man on the sofa: "Make two bowls."

Bian Xinghuo turned to look at him.

Lu Jiaxi's face turned red again: "What are you looking at! I can't eat two bowls?"

Bian Xinghuo lowered his eyes and shook his head, and the corners of his lips were closed: "Mr. Lu should get fatter."

After finishing the words, he walked into the kitchen and took out two and a half bowls of noodles.

When cooking yesterday, he only made enough for Lu Jiaxi alone.

Lu Jiaxi remembered.

The smile in Bian Xinghuo's eyes floated up again.