After the official announcement with the disabled actor

On the high platform of the pavilion wall and the top of the hill, Ting Miao in a fiery red dress stands in front of the drum.

He looked down at the road, and Fu Ying's focused eyes suddenly made his heart fluctuate.Ting Miao pursed the corners of his mouth and nodded heroically towards the residents waiting beside him.

The battlefield is drummed to boost morale, and the spirit is chic, and the red clothes are dressed in a graceful style, and the character is proud.

"Please start." The resident signaled.

Ting Miao smiled, raised his hands to beat the drum, and to the sound of the music, he raised his sleeves and bowed his waist, his fiery red skirt was more brilliant than fireworks.

The wild grass and high walls, the wind and dust, and the red robes are like a sword piercing through the silence.

Fu Ying seldom sees the unrestrained beauty in Ting Miao.

What he often sees is the coquettish and soft Ting Miao, like soft water, but now, the water has turned into fire, setting off a prairie fire.

Fu Ying was undoubtedly dumbfounded.

Ting Miao laughed, and the music was sonorous and rhythmic.He was full of free and easy energy, and when he bent and bowed, he was soft and powerful.Holding the red hammer with both hands, he beat the drum, as if the stone wall had become his foil.

The cool land is filled with sassy red, which is captivating.

The drumming style of the battlefield is obvious, neither soft nor weak, sonorous and powerful.

Ting Miao rolled his toes, bent his knees and raised his sleeves, and when he bowed his waist, he had a graceful figure. Coupled with his dazzling smile, the few people standing under the high platform were amazed.

Meng Rongxiao watched and couldn't help approaching Fu Ying, standing at the most conspicuous position under the high platform, and could see Ting Miao's face as soon as he looked up.

She held her face in shock, her eyes glowed with astonishment.

"It's so beautiful..." Meng Rongxiao swallowed, and couldn't find any adjectives to describe Ting Miao's demeanor at the moment, she just wanted to scream.

This fucking waist is even thinner than her own, with long legs, slender waist and buttocks, she is so beautiful in dance clothes.

Meng Rongxiao gasped.

In the live broadcast room, after a brief silence, screams of shock erupted.

[Outside the green forest]: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !Fuck!ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ! ! !

【The sweetest thing】: What is this?What's this? !Damn it!It's so pretty! !Miao Miao beautiful cry me!Not soft at all, so heroic and good-looking!

[hidei]: Oh my god, isn't this a professional dancer?I fucking don't need to compare, do I?

[The sweetest thing to eat]: Damn, did you see it? Mr. Fu was stunned, licking, licking, so beautiful, hurry up and record the screen, I want to share it with my sisters, I will watch it for a lifetime Never get tired! ! !

[Xunsheng]: I want Miaomiao to dance alone for me! !

[Green radish everywhere]: Those upstairs don't daydream!Miaomiao belongs to everyone! !

After the music is over, the dance stops.

Ting Miao bent down slowly and unhurriedly, and knelt half-kneeled in front of the round drum.

He lowered his head slightly, staring at the ground, and gradually sank.

The residents who were watching were the first to applaud, and praised Ting Miao's battlefield drumming in shock.

When Ting Miao got up, he immediately went to see Fu Ying who was standing below.Not far away, he could clearly see all the expressions on Fu Ying's face, those possessive eyes made Ting Miao's bone marrow burn, and the numbness that rose from the tailbone to the top of the head was almost instantly paralyzed. his sanity.

His lips curled into a smile, his fingertips clenched the hem of his skirt, and he rushed towards Fu Ying like a hot flame.

Fu Ying stood there without moving, quietly watching the blazing ball running towards him.

The desolate ancient road, the pavilion wall and the weeds complement each other, intertwined with a desolate atmosphere.

Ting Miao's enthusiastic smile disturbed the silent land.

[Green radish everywhere]: This scene is so beautiful, Miao Miao is so beautiful, this dress suits him so well, if my mother is at the scene right now, I just want to hold Miao Miao tightly and cry for him! !

[Double yolk eggs are awesome]: Fuck, is this a fucking two-way love? ? ?

[Xunsheng Weng]: Mr. Fu, rush! ! !Go ahead and hug him, are you really not going to hug Miaomiao now?Ahhhhhhhhhh! ! ! !

Ting Miao was running, his dress was pulled up by the cool wind and fluttered in the air.

He panted lightly and stood in front of Fu Ying.

"Brother Fu...do I dance well?" Ting Miao asked in a low voice, the anticipation and liking in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

Meng Rongxiao next to him covered his mouth, his eyes widened.

The audience in the live broadcast room went crazy.

[Lipstick]: Fuck!I would like to ask if this kind of thing is not tricky, would you say it? ? ? ?

[Double yolk eggs are awesome]: Anyway, I don't want to ask my male friend if he is behaving well, the key is that... such a shy expression.

[Cat's Memories]: The adjective shy is so tm right. I never thought that Miaomiao's first question was not whether she had passed the level or not, but to go to Teacher Fu, ah!I'm dying again, I'm dying repeatedly Woohoo! ! !

Fu Ying suddenly laughed.

Seeing him laughing, Ting Miao's heart trembled.But he didn't hear a satisfactory answer, and he was still depressed. He tugged on Fu Ying's clothes coquettishly, pouted his mouth, and urged: "Tell me."

The corners of the mouth curled up, but the eyes lit up, with an attitude of not letting go without saying anything.

The interaction between the two was all recorded in the live broadcast room.

The audience groaned and covered their mouths in excitement.

At this time, the corners of Fu Ying's mouth curled up, and her fingertips lifted the hem of his clothes that floated over. The fiery red skirt was entangled between her fingers, matching his fingers inexplicably.Ting Miao's heart skipped a beat when he saw it, and he let Fu Ying tease his sleeves.

Fu Ying's black pupils surged into waves, a slight smile escaped from the corner of his mouth, and his fingers suddenly exerted force.

Ting Miao was careless, and was thrown into his arms with the whole body.

It's live now!Ting Miao rationalized and returned to the cage in an instant, and when he was about to throw himself into Teacher Fu's arms, he put his hands on the handles of the wheelchair, barely stabilizing his figure.

Ting Miao hurriedly gave Fu Ying winks.

Fu Ying moved her fingers, the wheelchair moved back a little, and Ting Miao stood up straight.

Both of them looked normal, as if it was just an accident.

Even the audience didn't realize that the instigator was Fu Ying.

After Ting Miao stood up, his cheeks bulged, and he felt a little suffocated. Could it be that he didn't dance well just now? Why didn't Teacher Fu speak?

Thinking of this, the corners of Ting Miao's mouth stretched into a straight line.

The cheeks are still bulging, and it looks like a puffer fish.

The audience was blown away.

Meng Rongxiao was particularly amazed. Seeing that the two of them hadn't interacted with each other, she was about to go over and praise Ting Miao.But at this moment, Fu Ying's wheelchair turned and pulled Ting Miao past, directly blocking Meng Rongxiao's sight.

Meng Rongxiao: "..." He didn't dare to speak.

Fu Ying squeezed Ting Miao's soft fingers, and smiled lowly: "It looks good."

Ting Miao, who was immersed in depression, froze for a moment, his whole body bloomed brightly, and looked at Fu Ying with bright eyes: "Brother, what did you just say?"

Fu Ying frowned, and repeated in a low voice: "You look good."

The pavilion is beautiful.

Now I don't even care if I can go in and visit the scenery, I just want to hug Fu Yingqing and me.

Meng Rongxiao who was left behind was extremely helpless.

But what can she do, she dare not provoke Fu Ying.

Meng Rongxiao shrugged, his eyes fell on Jiang Yue.She hesitated for a moment, seeing Jiang Yue blankly, she stepped forward and asked her: "Are you going to dance? Let's ask that resident?"

Jiang Yue pursed his lips, with a lonely expression: "Forget it, I can't compare to Brother Ting Miao, so I won't dance."

Meng Rongxiao was stunned, then paused: "Otherwise, give it a try, anyway, it's already here."

"No..." Jiang Yue shook his head.

In this way, Meng Rongxiao didn't want to persuade him too much, so he dragged Jiang Yue to other places to pass the customs.

Ting Miao's dance undoubtedly brought the atmosphere of the live broadcast room to a climax. At that time, the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room and the number of bullet screens during the same period were at their peak.

And on Weibo, which the guests didn't know about, countless netizens praised Ting Miao's drumming on the battlefield.

With the support of marketing account traffic, it has steadily risen to the top of the list.

There were even professional dancers who came out to comment on Ting Miao's dance, which was quite praised.

For a while, actor Ting Miao's dance that was forgotten by the audience surfaced again and became a hot topic among netizens. The dance he performed in public was also dug out by netizens and became popular among netizens.

It was almost dusk when I led the audience in the live broadcast room to visit the beautiful scenery of Badian Village and returned.

As the sun sets, the fields seem to be covered with a dark veil.

When we got back to the farm, we started cooking dinner together.The few people cooperated very well, choosing vegetables, frying vegetables and washing dishes, sharing the work, and pouring wine at dinner, chatting and drinking, comfortably.

Ting Miao didn't drink, and waited for the rest of the guests to go back to the room to rest, then slowly followed Fu Ying into his room.

Coincidentally, both of them received a message from the teacher of the propaganda group of the poetry collector at the same time.

The trailer for the Poetry Collectors will be broadcast soon, please ask them to record a video for publicity.

What I want to say is very simple, that is, to promote the TV series.

Ting Miao asked Fu Ying to record it for him, and then to Fu Ying to record it later. The two quickly recorded the video and sent it to the publicity teacher, then they stopped talking to their phones.

After Ting Miao washed up, she turned on the bed.

He took the initiative to lie on the side of the bed, patted the quilt with his claws, and smiled innocently: "Brother Fu Ying, come up quickly."

Fu Ying turned the wheelchair and approached the edge of the bed.

But the body didn't move, just sat under the bed and watched him quietly.

The height of the bed coincided with that of the wheelchair. When Ting Miao was lying on the bed, she was in the same position as Fu Ying who was sitting in the wheelchair.

He propped his chin and talked to Fu Ying in this posture.

Lying on the bed lazily like a kitten.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Ting Miao narrowed his eyes with a smile, the corners of the eyes were raised, and a blush flew up, looking extraordinarily cunning.

Fu Ying gripped the wheelchair tightly, staring at Ting Miao, and the scene of him dancing on the high platform of the pavilion wall flashed in his mind.

The fiery red dress made his fair and delicate face even whiter, like delicate and fragile porcelain, but not so delicate, but full of sassy and heroic spirit.

Thinking of that scene, Fu Ying's mouth became inexplicably dry.

His sharp eyes wandered over Ting Miao's clever and cunning face, and suddenly he paused, and he said in a strong voice: "A Miao, don't do that in the future."

Ting Miao clutched the quilt with both hands, and moved to the edge of the bed lying on his stomach.

The feet on the back are bouncing on the bed, attracting people's eyes.

"How?" Ting Miao approached the edge of the bed, very close to Fu Ying.

He tilted his head strangely, not understanding what Teacher Fu meant.

Fu Ying was very patient at this time, and repeated: "Don't do that again..." He took a deep breath, leaned over slightly, raised his chin with his fingers, scratched it with his fingertips, and said in a hoarse voice: " I can't take it."

Pupils contracted violently while speaking, and Fu Ying's throat rolled.

Ting Miao seemed to see the almost crazy possessive desire in Fu Ying's eyes at that moment.

His eyes were astonished, he took a breath, and immediately got up from the bed with a nervous expression: "Mr. Fu...Brother Fu, what's wrong with you, brother?"

Ting Miao was at a loss for what to do, fearing that Teacher Fu would get sick, his heart suddenly went cold.

He got off the bed anxiously, half-kneeled in front of the wheelchair, leaned on his lap, and asked softly: "Brother Fu Ying, I am here, Miaomiao is here, don't be like this..." He knew that Teacher Fu was the last Liked that he showed such unreserved admiration, Ting Miao obediently crouched down, using herself to soothe his increasingly manic mind.

Ting Miao swallowed twice, the dimple at the corner of his mouth flickered.

Fu Ying lowered her eyes and looked deeply at him. Her eyes, covered by eyelashes, flickered slightly, and the rationality revealed was gone.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Ting Miao's chin violently.

Ting Miao raised his head immediately when he was shackled, his bewildered eyes flashed away.

He was not afraid, and stared at Fu Ying intently, his face was as calm as usual, making it hard to see what was going on in his heart.

He originally thought that this kind of tranquility would make Mr. Fu feel relieved.

After all, it has always been like this before.

But this time Ting Miao was wrong, even though his face was normal, without worry or fear, Fu Ying still did not relax, on the contrary, there was infinite coolness in his eyes.

Ting Miao's pupils shrank, and they were suddenly filled with worry.

"Teacher Fu..." He moved his lips and whispered Fu Ying's name.

The room was silent, except for Ting Miao's voice, which was inexplicably terrified at night.

Fu Ying's hand pinching his chin suddenly exerted force, and Ting Miao was in pain: "Hiss——"

The beautiful facial features were so annoyed by the pain that Ting Miao took a deep breath: "Brother Fu, Brother Fu, what do you tell me not to do? I will listen to you, Teacher Fu, don't worry, don't worry..."

Ting Miao was not afraid that he would pinch himself out of the bruises, but was only afraid that his illness would recur.

Mr. Fu finally received the treatment, and during the time of taking the medicine, he survived the pain, so don't, don't fall short at this time.

Ting Miao felt a chill in his heart when he thought about it.

He held Fu Ying's hand pinching his chin with both hands behind his back, and put his palm on the back of his icy hand, closing it again and again, to appease Fu Ying's chilly mind.

"Brother Fu, there is nothing you can't tell me."

He stared at Fu Ying's face seriously, and said in a hoarse voice, but his tone was quick, for fear of being rejected by Fu Ying: "Before, there should be no barrier between us."

The air flowing between the two of them almost stopped.

Ting Miao thought that Fu Ying would not tell him, but when he was about to think of another way, the man in front of him suddenly spoke.

"A Miao danced in front of others today." For Fu Ying, the only person who possesses a strong possession belongs to him, and he doesn't want anyone to see even the slightest bit.

Those desires hidden deep in my heart...

And the ugly thoughts buried in the muddy swamp, every time he sees the light of day again, it makes him feel sour and painful in his heart.

Fu Ying gasped for breath, her Adam's apple rolled wildly.

His eyes were stained red by paranoia: "You can't show them."

Fu Ying said while shaking her head, the words squeezed out from between her teeth, with an icy coolness, she wanted to stop it forcefully and domineeringly.

"A Miao, you can't dance..." Fu Ying seemed to be in a daze, her breathing became heavy, her lips trembled, and her nerves were almost insane: "Mine, mine!"

So that's what he cared about.

Ting Miao finally understood and stared into Fu Ying's eyes in disbelief.

The moment the words fell, a tiny electric current passed through his body, making his whole body numb and unbearable, and some deeply hidden things broke out of the ground, paralyzing his nerves arrogantly.

He didn't expect that Mr. Fu's possessiveness towards him had intensified to such a point.

Extreme and insane.

But he was willing, and indulged in such extreme and chaotic feelings, and even his thoughts were full of nostalgia and stubbornness that could not be contained.

Ting Miao suddenly found himself a stranger.

He didn't want to take Mr. Fu to contact other people, so that he wouldn't be the only one left in the world.He thought, since he wants to possess me, it should be more thorough.

Thinking of this, Ting Miao's mind was satisfied like never before.

You want to possess my spirit.

Just don't blame me, I will be selfish, and very selfishly let me be the only one left by your side.

"Brother Fu..." Ting Miao slowly climbed onto Fu Ying's shoulders, whispering love words in his ear, almost hypnotic every word: "Don't worry, I'm yours, I only dance for you... You have to rest assured, I love you, I love this brother Fu, who will only have A Miao by his side, even if he is a bird in a pond, I will recognize him."

"Brother, remember..." Ting Miao leaned on Fu Ying's body, suddenly breathing tremblingly:

"Possess me."

The author has something to say: Possession here refers to the spirit, not the body

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