Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

"Director Lost is my father," Lu Jiaxi said softly, "You have read the reports back then, and you should know that not only my father was in that car, but also a woman."

The evening wind in late summer in Kyoto was chilly, and the wind was blowing fiercely on the roof. Lu Jiaxi buried his head to the side of Xinghuo's neck, and the muffled voice came out: "That person is Cui Yudan's mother, The driver was my dad, so for so many years, he has always believed that my dad killed his mother."

"No." Bian Xinghuo tightened his grip on Lu Jiaxi's thigh, "The results of the appraisal have been reported. It was the driver of the last car in the rear-end collision who was drunk and had nothing to do with the lost director."

"I know," Lu Jiaxi rubbed his face against the back of Bian Xinghuo's neck, "I know it wasn't my dad's fault, but how should I put it... That aunt died in my dad's car, so Cui When Yu Dan first came to trouble me, I let him go once."

"Let?"

"Well, it's just that he was ridiculed and beaten for nothing. But I didn't care too much at first. Things like skin trauma and words can't hurt me."

"It's not like that, Mr. Lu, you are not wrong, there is no need to suffer him for nothing." Bian Xinghuo frowned, and a chill flashed in his eyes reflecting the lights of the viaduct.

"I know." Lu Jiaxi raised his head, his eyes still closed, but his face was groping for the direction of Bian Xinghuo, "So when he came to find fault for the second time, and I realized that he was mentally retarded, I double beat him back. gone."

He moved as he spoke: "Put me down first, isn't it heavy?"

Bian Xinghuo replied that it was not serious, but he still put Lu Jiaxi on the ground honestly.

Lu Jiaxi grabbed Bian Xinghuo's arm, closed his eyes close to Bian Xinghuo, and although he couldn't see anyone, he still raised his head towards him slightly: "Actually, besides acting, I don't do anything else at all. Take it to heart, Cui Yudan has troubled me all these years, and I avoided it when I could, and beat me up if I couldn't, mainly because I thought it was unnecessary and wasted my time."

Bian Xinghuo raised his arm to make it easier for Lu Jiaxi to grasp, and when he heard him pause for a while, he let out a very soft "um".

"Actually, he's... pretty pathetic." Lu Jiaxi suddenly turned his head, closed his eyes and turned to the position of the viaduct, "For 15 years, he has always tied himself to the things of the past, and he couldn't get around and couldn't get away. Again and again embarrassing others and embarrassing myself."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped for a long time.

The young man lowered his head, and that rare dead silence appeared on his face again.

When he said that Cui Yudan was pathetic, why wasn't he talking about himself?

Perseveringly sticking to what his father taught him when he was alive, and what was left on him, he proved himself year after year, so as to prove that his father was really not as useless as those people said back then.

"There were so many reports back then, but not all of them were false."

"When the ambulance arrived, my dad and that aunt were confirmed dead. I heard that when the medical staff rescued my dad and that aunt from the car, my dad kept dying even though he was out of breath. The posture of holding the aunt in her arms did not let the two of them loose until they were sent to the hospital for the two families to claim the body."

As Lu Jiaxi spoke, he sighed softly.

"When I saw my father's body, the two had already separated, so I... I heard what my mother said."

"That aunt was my father's first love. At that time, the video of the two of them being carried out in a car accident was circulated. Suddenly, there were many photos of my father and that aunt traveling together recently on the Internet."

"When the car accident happened, the aunt had a three-month-old child in her stomach, and there were photos of the two of them going to the maternity checkup together on the Internet. For a while, everyone was saying that my father was cheating in China, but..."

Lu Jiaxi paused, tightened his hand on Bian Xinghuo's arm, and suddenly asked: "Bian Xinghuo, have you ever been in love?"

Bian Xinghuo looked at Lu Jiaxi, shook his head, and soon realized that Lu Jiaxi couldn't see him, so he added softly: "No."

Lu Jiaxi lowered his head: "Nor have I. I have been acting for so many years, but I have never been able to understand love, so I have never been very clear. When a man is at the juncture of life and death, he will only risk his life to protect a person he is loving." People, or people he once loved deeply, will let him protect them without hesitating his life."

When he said this, his voice was very soft, and his tone was full of uncertainty, but in the next second, his tone suddenly became certain: "But these uncertainties don't affect my belief that my father has not cheated , including all the evil deeds that the media later framed on him, I don't believe it."

"A marriage accounts for more than love. Isn't it responsibility? In the ten years when my father was still in my life, what he taught me the most was to take responsibility."

The young man's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly as he spoke, his eyelashes kept trembling, and the hand he was holding Xinghuo's arm was very tight, and a little sweat broke out in his palm.

Bian Xinghuo looked down at the thin young man beside him, raised the hand that was not held several times, and finally landed lightly on the closed eyes.

He touched it lightly with his fingertips and said, "Well, it can be seen that Director Mitu taught Mr. Lu very well."

Lu Jiaxi's body was still tense for a second, but when he heard Bian Xinghuo's words, he couldn't help chuckling: "Take this opportunity to praise the employer for not giving him a salary increase."

"I'm not taking the opportunity to praise you, I'm telling the truth, Mr. Lu."

Most of the haze on Lu Jiaxi's face dissipated, with a smile on his lips.

The incident happened 15 years ago. After repeated harassment and malicious dissemination by the media, Lu Jiaxi never took the initiative to mention anything about his father to anyone.

But today he just wanted to tell Bian Xinghuo these things, for no reason.

The wind on the roof was getting stronger and stronger, after Lu Jiaxi finished speaking, he suddenly started to feel cold.

He is still wearing the team uniform from the afternoon shooting, with short sleeves, and when the wind blows, it will fill the sleeves.

During the few years when Lu Minghao passed away, Lu Jiaxi would often come to this rooftop by himself. Every time, because he was afraid of heights and scared to death, he walked here tremblingly, squinting his eyes, closing his eyes. Eyes leaned against the wall for hours.

Many times he really wanted to go back to that time, and dared to ask his father if he had done those things before his father died.

Later he didn't want to, because there was no meaning.

In those few years, Lu Jiaxi had a hard time no matter where he was. Many times when he felt uncomfortable and trembling on the rooftop, he couldn't help making fun of himself from the bottom of his heart.

Lu Jiaxi, you really look like a poor little girl.

But today is different.

Today is different from every time he came here in the past. He no longer looks like a poor little boy, not at all.

Not only was he accompanied, but he was also carried on his back.

"Let's go back, it's too cold." Lu Jiaxi sniffed, "You should carry me on your back again."

Bian Xinghuo took Lu Jiaxi's hand and squatted down, letting him climb up his back steadily.

He faced the wind and walked towards the exit. When he went down, there was only the sound of footsteps in the stairwell, and the voice-activated light above his head would turn on and off for a while.

Bian Xinghuo looked down at the overlapping shadows of the two people on the ground, stepped on the shadows and walked floor after floor, and when he was about to reach the bottom of the building, he said softly: "Mr. Lu is afraid of heights." , that's how it came?"

Lu Jiaxi, who was lying on Bian Xinghuo's back, froze.

This is the first question Bian Xinghuo asked himself this evening.

Lu Jiaxi never mentioned the reason for his fear of heights to anyone.

He lay on Bian Xinghuo's back and rubbed his face against Bian Xinghuo's back.

"No, it was once at school that I almost fell off the roof."

In fact, it wasn't almost, but he had already fallen, but he was fatal. The basement happened to build a big shed on the fifth floor because of school activities. He was lucky to fall on the shed and only suffered a minor injury.

And the reason for that fall was that a few so-called innocent children made things difficult in front of others.

He can even clearly remember the insulting words of those people.

"Lu Jiaxi, you are just like your father, you have a dark heart, isn't your mother not good enough for you? You actually helped your father to let your mother let him be with other women without telling your mother."

"His heart is dark. You don't know. I had a few friends who were on the set with him before. He relied on his father as the director, so he forced my friends to jump into the pond to show him!"

"Ouch, I'm so disgusted, why don't you die with your dad?"

"His father cheated in marriage, and even got involved in various activities of stealing other people's things. I think he has learned from his father to thicken his face, so he can live shamelessly."

When he was arguing with those children and being pushed down by them by mistake, his only thought was that he couldn't die yet.

He couldn't die when the whole world followed the so-called majority to condemn his father as a villain. He had to live at least long enough to prove that his father was not as bad as those people said.

So when he fell to the shed on the fifth floor, he firmly grasped the skeleton built on the shed, and climbed back with all his might.

"This kind of thing won't happen again in the future." The voice next to his ear suddenly woke Lu Jiaxi from his memories.

Lu Jiaxi was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"Anything that would hurt Mr. Lu will never happen again."

Lu Jiaxi blinked his eyes, and after making sure he had heard correctly, he chuckled: "Are you telling me a fairy tale?"

"No, Mr. Lu, I assure you very seriously." The person who spoke was very serious.

Lu Jiaxi smiled and rolled his eyes: "Are you Aladdin's magic lamp?"

Bian Xinghuo then chuckled: "Well, Mr. Lu's three wishes can be fulfilled."

"That's it, magic lamp, magic lamp, I'm so hungry now, can you make me a meal first?"

"What would Mr. Lu want to eat?"

"I want to eat your cooking."

"Okay, let's go shopping and cook for Mr. Lu when we go back."

The author has something to say:

Probably in the next chapter or the next chapter, Xibao's love can be opened up a bit.

Hey, Xibao is finally going to start pampering!