Blooming on the ground

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It's night, and the peonies bloom with dewdrops.

Fang Mufeng only felt that he was trapped in the deep seabed, ups and downs with the flooding spring tide, one wave after another submerged him several times, and finally his whole body was soaked wet in the bedding.

After sleeping for less than three hours, Fang Mufeng suddenly woke up to the sound of rushing rain.The sheets were replaced with new ones, and the left hand side was empty.

The sky was just turning pale, and the clouds were thick. He got up and put on a nightgown. When he passed by the study, he found light from the crack of the door. He guessed that Yan Huanchao got up early again.

Fang Mufeng went to the living room and poured himself a glass of water, with a lighted cigarette between his fingers, he sat on the rocking chair and watched the rain.

The rain wetted the flowers and plants, and washed the floor-to-ceiling glass windows in front of the balcony. Fang Mufeng's heart became clearer and colder the more he looked at it.

A few hours ago, Luo Tian was still hesitating about how to comfort him, but he joked about himself first: "You are so sad, it makes me feel that I really fell in love with him, and became the tragic protagonist who was abandoned in a romance movie."

Luo Tian didn't speak, and used his eyes instead of words to answer - he really thought so.

Fang Mufeng was angry and funny.He finally got the chance to be a new man, not to become the protagonist of a vulgar romance movie, but to act in the most soul-stirring autobiographical movie.

"Actually, it's good that he can think so," he smiled easily, "it shows that we have the same goal and a happy cooperation."

Regardless of Yan Huanchao's sincerity or hypocrisy towards him, no matter whether Yan Huanchao had thought about when and how it would end before it started, Fang Mufeng has always been very clear that their dewy relationship is precarious.

Yan Huanchao's bed is his temporary habitat, not his destination.

He will control his heartbeat frequency, take care of his restless heart, and not cause trouble to himself or anyone else.

It rained continuously for several days, and the cold air visited and the temperature dropped sharply.After nearly two months of acting classes, Fang Mufeng just nestled in the apartment, exercising and studying the script of the new play.As for Yan Huanchao, he seems to have a plan to make a new movie. From time to time, he picks up the script to read carefully, and goes to the study to practice calligraphy or read books.

They were doing their own things in the same room without bothering each other, even if they didn't speak for a whole day, they didn't think it was strange, and they got together late at night and tacitly got together to make out.

After the morning exercise that day, the two of them lingered in the bathroom for a long time.Fang Mufeng lay down on the bed exhausted after taking a shower, his belt was untied, the skirt of his nightgown was fully opened, and his neck, chest, and abs that had first seen their size were all exposed.

Yan Huanchao walked out of the bathroom and saw this scene, went to bed and pulled him into his arms, kissed his shoulders and neck, and helped him put his clothes back on.

Fang Mufeng gradually recovered in Yan Huanchao's arms, and picked up the original work written by the new playwright to ponder, marking it with a pen from time to time, chatting with Yan Huanchao about the story and characters of the new play naturally.

Yan Huanchao had just finished acting as a lover in the bathroom, and now he acted as a mentor, clearing away the clouds for Fang Mufeng.

The original work of "The Boundless Sea and Clouds" is based on the empty ancient court. It tells the wonderful story of a faint emperor who practiced Taoism and had no intention of governing the country. Temple is concerned about its people's family and country feelings, and the original book's portrayal of power and human nature can be described as penetrating.

Fang Mufeng plays the shameless and treacherous Xu Jinhui.This person also served the country with all his heart and loyalty. At a young age, he entered the court as an official in high school. It was the time when he was proud of his horseshoe.

After repeated setbacks, Xu Jinhui gradually turned into an opportunistic and shameless man. Relying on a good skin and good writing skills, Xu Jinhui made a comeback and went further and further on the road of treacherous minister and thief.

The contrast between the front and back of the character is huge, and the time span is from 16 to 53 years old, so it is not difficult to shape it.

"Xu Jinhui used to disdain to associate with traitors, but in the end he became a generation of traitors. How ironic," Fang Mufeng couldn't help sighing, "But the most hated thing is that Taoist emperor. Will he not know what Xu Jinhui has done? But he needs a solution." It is a pawn for state affairs and control of the officials, and those who have the handle and worldly desires are the best to manipulate. Only by letting the officials fall into endless party disputes can the emperor always have the highest power."

"From a rural boy to the No. [-] politician in the imperial political arena, it is difficult not to have evil thoughts if one person is under one person and above ten thousand people. Xu Jinhui plays power and is very politically wise, but he also forms a party for personal gain and persecutes Zhongliang. He is a complex villain. "Yan Huanchao lightly pinched the back of Fang Mufeng's neck, speaking neither fast nor slow, "If you can act well, how many people will scold you after this show is broadcast, and how many people will remember you."

Fang Mufeng moved his eyes from the book to Yan Huanchao, looked at him and said nothing.

Yan Huan smiled at the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and kissed his lips, and said, "I'm looking forward to your performance."

"En." Fang Mufeng's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't say anything else.

At this moment, Yan Huanchao took the book in his hand with one hand and put it on the bedside table, and the other hand went down from the back of his neck along the spine, and the velvet nightgown slipped off his naked body with the movement.

Fang Mufeng thought that the big boss was in a good mood again, so he consciously raised his hand to untie the other party's nightgown belt, and then wrapped his arms around his neck to prepare for the celebration.

Unexpectedly, the two were stripped naked, but Yan Huanchao just reached out and hugged him from behind, lying naked on the bed next to each other.

Fang Mufeng asked him: "Aren't you going to do it?"

"Tomorrow I will be away for a while," Yan Huanchao said and hugged him a little tighter, kissing Fang Mufeng's shoulder with his lips, "I want to hug you right now."

When the incident happened suddenly, Fang Mufeng was stunned for a few seconds before saying "Oh", and blurted out: "How long will it take?"

"Reluctant?" Yan Huanchao's voice seemed to be smiling.

Fang Mufeng didn't answer directly, he turned over to face Yan Huanchao, and asked repeatedly: "Aren't you going to do it?"

"I really don't want to," Yan Huanchao smiled, rubbed him into his arms, lowered his head and kissed the top of his head, "accompany me to sleep again."

Hearing Yan Huanchao's words, Fang Mufeng leaned his head on his chest and closed his eyes with the warm and pleasant smell in his nose.

After an unknown amount of time, the doorbell rang.Fang Mufeng, who was still in the dream, frowned and turned over, refusing to wake up, and slowly opened his eyes after reaching out to touch the empty half of the bed.

He sat up on the bed and waited for half a minute. He could vaguely hear voices outside through a door, except for Yan Huanchao's other male voice, which became more and more familiar to him, so he put on his pajamas and walked towards the living room.

The unexpected person he saw at the first glance, Yan Jingshan was sitting on the sofa with a gloomy expression as he took a sip of tea.

Yan Huanchao was sitting on the sofa opposite Yan Jingshan, with his back to Fang Mufeng who came out of the room, and was saying, "I'll go back sometime."

"Uncle, are you serious this time?" Yan Jingshan asked Yan Huanchao while aiming his eyes at Fang Mufeng who was a few steps behind him.

Yan Huan leaned back on the sofa, with his long legs crossed and stretched forward, holding a cigarette in one hand and resting on the armrest with the other, with a neutral tone: "This is not something you should care about, go back."

Yan Jingshan was speechless for a while, and his face became even more gloomy.

Fang Mufeng and his gaze met with swords and guns in the air. One of them was still a little numb after waking up, while the other was frowning and his face was tense, his eyes piercing his heart like sharp ice balls.

Hearing that my uncle was living with his lover for the first time, Yan Jingshan couldn't sit still, so he came in a hurry. Unexpectedly, he came across a very glamorous scene - Fang Mufeng walked slowly from the bedroom, wearing a loose nightgown and not wearing an inch inside A large piece of fair skin was unscrupulously exposed, and even some bright red hickey marks on her chest were exposed in front of everyone.

Before coming here, Yan Jingshan could still lie to himself that Yan Huanchao just changed the game, but after seeing it with his own eyes, a ball of jealousy burned in his heart, and he couldn't stop it.

It's obviously a low-end bed-climbing thing but dares to swagger in front of him, the toad vainly wants to eat the swan meat.

Fang Mufeng lowered his head following Yan Jingshan's unfriendly gaze, and saw that his nightgown was not properly put on.He didn't feel ashamed, but looked back generously: "Mr. Yan likes to stare at people so impolitely?"

Yan Jingshan's face was livid, and he immediately looked away.

Yan Huanchao turned his head when he heard the sound, put the burning cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, looked at Fang Mufeng's disheveled clothes calmly, and raised a hand towards him after a while: "Come here."

Fang Mufeng walked over obediently and handed it over, and sat down next to Yan Huanchao, allowing him to pull him a little further, put on the bathrobe for him, and put a wool blanket on his thighs.

Yan Huanchao raised Fang Mufeng's chin, and said: "The weather is getting colder, wear more."

Fang Mufeng answered, "You didn't say that before."

A few days ago, it was rainy and rainy, so he was afraid of catching a cold, so he wore two extra coats.Turning around, I curled up on the sofa with the two big men Yan Daying and kissed wetly, the lips and tongue became hot again after a while.

Film King Yan was lustful, so of course he wanted to kill him on the spot, but he didn't think it would take a lot of effort just to take off a few thick clothes.

I don't know if he lost his patience even after taking off his clothes, or if he deliberately teased him. When the clothes were pulled to his arms, Yan Huanchao quickly tied a knot, tied Fang Mufeng's hands above his head with his clothes, and refused to untie them open.

Fang Mufeng lost consciousness several times. The only thing he remembers is that the big boss bit his earlobe and coaxed softly: "Baby, turn up the heating and draw the curtains. I won't wear them at home from now on, okay?"

The two had a tacit understanding, and Yan Huanchao immediately thought of the beastly speech before, and smiled playfully: "What did I say?"

Since the big boss didn't intend to hide from others, Fang Mufeng felt that he didn't need to hide.He followed the other party's words: "What do you think? Then should I wear more or not?"

He asked the question with a flat look, but others sounded like flirting between lovers.

Yan Huanchao didn't answer, but looked at him affectionately, and smiled deeper.

This time and again Yan Jingshan was completely regarded as air, the displeasure on his face became more obvious, and his tone was very cold: "Uncle, it's easy to get dirty when you are found out like this, if you let my aunt know..."

"If you know it, you know it. It's okay," Yan Huanchao interrupted, turning his head and smiling at Yan Jingshan, "Go back."

Hearing what he said, Yan Jingshan knew that his brother-in-law was issuing an order to evict the guest, so he got up and left without saying a word, holding back his inexplicable jealousy.

Fang Mufeng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Yan Jingshan's car drive away, drifting away from him.

Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and he fell into a warm embrace like the sea. Someone covered his eyes and pulled him into his embrace.

"Don't look at it, it's not pretty at all."

There was such a voice in my ear.

Fang Mufeng didn't know if Yan Huanchao had noticed something. The actor Yan Da had always had a bad eye, so maybe he could really see his concealed concern for Yan Jingshan, thinking that he had unreasonable thoughts about his nephew.

He pulled off Yan Huanchao's handcuff and turned to look at him: "Then what should I look at?"

"Look at me, how about it?"

Yan Huan smiled at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were unpredictable.

Fang Mufeng drew the curtains and asked him, "When is Teacher Yan's flight today?"

Before Yan Huanchao could answer, the doorbell suddenly rang again.

This time it was Zhao Qingyi who came to pick Yan Huanchao to the airport.

When parting, Yan Huanchao kissed Fang Mufeng, and left a sentence: "Take care of yourself, and tell Qing if you need anything."

Fang Mufeng nodded, and returned to his indifferent look after the door closed.