Blooming on the ground

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Two days before the TV series finished, Zhao Qingyi called several dining cars to reward the whole crew in the name of Fang Mufeng.

Yan Dayingdi has always shot Huo Chuo, this is just a basic operation.

Fang Mufeng should be grateful to Dade, and said thank you politely.

Zhao Qingyi said that Mr. Yan was busy when he first joined the group, so he explained why he didn't look for him very much these days.

Fang Mufeng nodded.He understands that a new generation is better than an old one, even though his old one is about to be thrown into limbo within a year of his old age.

Zhao Qing looked at Fang Mufeng's expression carefully, and asked him what he wanted to tell Yan Huanchao on his behalf.

Fang Mufeng looked at Zhao Qingyi, and suddenly felt the urge to laugh.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now that I think about it, I feel that Zhao Qingyi's behavior is very similar to that of the eunuchs next to the emperor in ancient times.And Fang Mufeng is the Concubine Yang who is out of favor now, and he still wants to send a letter to Tang Minghuang through the mouth of Gao Lishi.

The corner of Fang Mufeng's mouth twitched in a half-smile, and asked him, "Mr. Yan, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Zhao Qingyi remained silent.

Fang Mufeng shrugged and said, "Then I have nothing to say."

After several months of shooting cycle, Fang Mufeng finally finished.The next day, he and Sheng Lan went to see the real estate they were looking for.

Sheng Lan's efficiency in handling affairs is undeniable, and her vision is also very good.They looked over one by one and quickly settled on one of the apartments.

After signing the lease, the two ate at a western restaurant.Sheng Lan confessed all the questions these days, and asked him if he was angry with Yan Huanchao.

Fang Mufeng's expression was flat: "No, it's pretty good."

Sheng Lan put down the knife and fork in her hand, and asked, "Then what's going on? Do you have a lot of money now? You rent an apartment every month and don't live in it."

A smile appeared on Fang Mufeng's face: "Sister Lan, the cunning rabbit also has three holes, and you don't like me with only one hole?"

Seeing him like this, Sheng Lan made up her mind not to tell the truth. Although she was a little annoyed, she didn't continue to interrogate her. Instead, she mentioned another matter, saying that a few days ago, people from Zhou Zhiman's team came to her and expressed their hope to get along with her. His willingness to cooperate with new plays.

"I read the outline of the script. It's a drama with a good female lead, but the male character is not bad," Sheng Lan analyzed for him based on the current information. "The most important thing is that the cast is very good. The director is Li Peiran. Have you seen Li Peiran?"

Fang Mufeng nodded: "Well, we met at the film festival before."

Sheng Lan said: "That's right, the male protagonist chose her and Zhou Zhiman because of you. They are old partners who have a good understanding and have also made phenomenal works. This time, the green leaf who can be the queen of the movie is very grateful to you." It’s a great learning opportunity.”

Fang Mufeng believed in Sheng Lan's vision, and agreed without much hesitation: "Sister Lan, I will accept this play."

Soon after, he made an appointment with Zhou Zhiman and Li Peiran to meet in a cafe to discuss film cooperation.Director Li Peiran was delayed by something, he and Zhou Zhiman first sat down and chatted, the atmosphere was very relaxed.

"This movie has a big scale," Zhou Zhiman looked at him with one hand resting on his chin, smiling sweetly, and stirred the coffee with the other hand, "Will King Yan be willing to let you play with me?"

There has never been a real secret in the circle, not to mention that Yan Huanchao did not deliberately hide it from the insiders, and Zhou Zhiman, who was close to Yan Huanchao, knew it was nothing new.

Fang Mufeng didn't show any surprise, and said calmly, "He won't care."

The reason is simple, Yan Huanchao knows that no matter how deviant Fang Mufeng is outside, he will return to him obediently, but he doesn't know if and when Yan Huanchao will come back.

This feeling of taking the initiative and always looking up at others is hard to like.

"Is that so?" Zhou Zhiman looked at Fang Mufeng a few times, half seriously and half jokingly said, "You probably don't know that he was wary of me before, afraid that I would attack you."

Fang Mufeng laughed out loud: "Am I so popular?"

Zhou Zhiman didn't answer directly, but only smiled meaningfully.

Li Peiran appeared in the cafe, waved to them, and strode over.

Zhou Zhiman ended the topic, and when Li Peiran came over, the three of them chatted and joked with each other, and initially decided on a movie collaboration.

Back at the apartment that night, Fang Mufeng noticed an extra pair of shoes in the entrance as soon as he opened the door.

He walked to the bedroom and saw Yan Huanchao fell asleep on the bed with a script open on his chest.

The person who was supposed to be on the set came back without warning.

Fang Mufeng stood at the door and watched for a long time, then slowly approached, picked up the script and gently put it on the bedside table.

That should be a play with newcomers, Fang Mufeng didn't even take another look at the cover of the script.

Yan Huanchao was in a light sleep, at this moment he suddenly opened his eyes to look at him, and asked him, "When did you come back?"

Fang Mufeng said, "Just now."

Yan Huanchao got up, pulled him to sit on his lap, and hugged him in his arms.

Fang Mufeng curled up slightly, leaning his head against Yan Huanchao's, allowing him to stroke the back of his neck and back.

The two of them just stayed in silence for a while, neither asking each other what they were doing, nor when they would be separated.

Fang Mufeng suddenly had a very inexplicable and extremely strong premonition, as if this was the last tenderness.

Ever since he knew that Yan Huanchao was taking the newcomer in that car, he quickly found a house to stay.Cars carrying people are like this, but houses for people are probably at risk.He didn't know if Yan Huanchao would suddenly use this apartment to hide his new beauty, he didn't want to be caught off guard.

In the past, Fang Mufeng always felt that that day should be quite far away, but recently he felt more and more that this was not the case.

Men are the worst animals to believe in. If you really change your mind, you say that letting go is just a matter of breath.

He couldn't allow himself to be shattered by this.

Fang Mufeng thought about it for a while, and rarely made a request: "Teacher, I'm hungry."

Yan Huanchao touched his belly, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Okay, I'll cook for you."

Fang Mufeng was extra proactive tonight.

He thought, if he broke up right now, he wouldn't know where to find a bed partner like Yan Huanchao, who was so sensual and artistic.Since the only voucher between them will soon disappear, it is better to consume it all at once.

It feels so good to be pushed to the top again and again, much more pleasing than tiring love.Together, they really don't need to be complicated.

During the period, Yan Huanchao wanted to change his posture, but Fang Mufeng refused - he had to look at Yan Huanchao face to face, his face, his eyes, and then feel him well.

Yan Huanchao's eyes were as deep as an abyss, Fang Mufeng stared at it for a long time, and couldn't help feeling dizzy.

The relationship between people is not like this. If you want to understand a person thoroughly, you are like walking on thin ice.

So at the last moment, Fang Mufeng chose to close his eyes.

When he woke up again at noon the next day, Yan Huanchao was already fully dressed and sitting by the bed, maybe he had been waiting for him for a long time.

Fang Mufeng opened his eyes, and finally recovered after a few seconds, looking at Yan Huanchao steadfastly.

Yan Huanchao leaned close to Fang Mufeng, and gently stroked his eyes, cheeks and even the corners of his lips with his fingers.

Fang Mufeng could smell a faint smell of tobacco from his cuffs, probably smoking again without his knowing.

After a while, Yan Huanchao suddenly asked him, "Do you want to leave?"

Fang Mufeng was taken aback for a moment, and then he thought about the reason for his question, probably because he knew that he had already found a new house, or he was waiting for him to move out voluntarily, so as not to suffer another psoriasis similar to Ling Chuan.

It is still his fault to let the big boss speak first.

Yan Huanchao asked again: "Do you want to leave?"

After a short silence, Fang Mufeng finally said, "If this is what the teacher wants, I can leave."

"I hope..." Yan Huanchao picked out the key part of this sentence, repeated it, and laughed for some reason, "Then what do you think?"

Fang Mufeng got up from the bed, sat cross-legged, tried his best to keep his back straight, kept eye level with Yan Huanchao, and replied in a very cold tone: "It doesn't matter what I think."

Yan Huanchao still stared at him without saying a word, his eyes seemed to be embedded in his flesh and blood, and after a long time he said: "If I say to leave now, will you follow suit?"

If the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die.

Fang Mufeng exhausted his last breath, and responded readily, "Okay."

This answer did not stir up any waves on Yan Huanchao's face. He was terribly silent, and his eyes were strangely cold and calm. Anyway, they were frighteningly cold, and those eyes would swallow people alive.

Even if Fang Mufeng was as tough as Fang Mufeng, he couldn't help but be shocked.

He really couldn't bear to be stared at by such eyes, but if he wanted to fight against him, he would be an arrow off the string as soon as he uttered it, and there was no turning back.

There are still thousands of beautiful boys in this world, waiting for the top positions in the entertainment industry with their number plates.As long as Yan Dayingdi nods, Fang Mufeng believes that many people are eagerly looking forward to climbing into his bed, playing games with him, and allowing him to dress up and shape him.

What Yan Huanchao cared about was that he was not the one who said to leave first this time, but Fang Mufeng.

"Teacher Yan," Fang Mufeng thought for a while, trying to calm down his tone, so that we could get together and relax, "Actually, we have been together long enough..."

Now that you have two minds, let's make a difference.

After all, we are all in the same circle, and we will see each other when we look down in the future, but he doesn't have another lifetime to squander.

Yan Huanchao sealed Fang Mufeng's lips with his lips, and pressed him on the bed, forcing him to swallow all the hypocritical and polite words.

This kiss was extraordinarily gentle and lingering, extending from the lips to the forehead, dabbing lightly on the eyes, passing across the straight and slightly raised nose bridge, and finally returning to the lips, like a cool breeze in late autumn evening.

So comfortable and soft.

So sentimental.

So……

It would be a lie to say that there is no heartbeat, but no matter what the heartbeat, he can never feel at ease around Yan Huanchao-and he doesn't like himself who is worried about gain and loss.

In the end, lips were pressed against lips, inseparable, a very simple word, go.

Then Yan Huanchao got up first and left first.

Who is going to leave first now?

After the door was closed, Fang Mufeng let out a long breath, sank into the bedding like a deflated ball, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Yan Huanchao left and never came back, giving Fang Mufeng time to pack up and leave.

In fact, there were not many things, just a few clothes and books. Before leaving, Mu Feng hesitated, and finally only took away the picture of the eagle sent by Yan Huanchao, while his own portrait was left in the bedroom, letting Yan Huanchao dispose of it.

Fang Mufeng has a strong execution ability, and he packed up and moved out of the apartment on the same day. Fortunately, Qiaotu still had a hole, so he moved directly to his new home.

It is a little regrettable that this new apartment is still rented out, and it always seems empty to live alone, and there may be echoes when talking.

However, what chance does one have to speak when one lives alone?

Luo Tian knew that the painting was written by Yan Huanchao, and he wondered whether to hang it up.

Seeing that he was holding it up and still not moving, Fang Mufeng felt tired, so he took it from him and hung it on the wall of the living room by himself.

He stood still and watched for a while, saying that the house was still a little empty.

Luo Tian worried that Fang Mufeng might be in a bad mood, so after hearing what he said so casually, he proposed to take a cat or dog back to raise another day.

Fang Mufeng lacked interest, and his tone was a bit cold: "I don't like children and pets, you know that."

"It's obviously you who broke up, why do you feel that you are the one with the worst spirit?"

Sheng Lan's voice came from the door.

When she heard that the two had broken up, she hurried over as soon as she finished the work at hand.

The corner of Fang Mufeng's mouth twitched, and said, "It's not good if you don't have energy, we just get together and part ways."

Sheng Lan clicked her tongue and walked over: "You two are worthy, even the words are the same. When I asked Huan Chao, he also said that it's good to get together and leave."

Fang Mufeng could imagine Yan Huanchao's appearance when he said this, and he must have an indifferent appearance, and it was unpleasant to look at him so high.

Sheng Lan sighed: "If you split up, you will split up. He gave you the greatest help and protection in your career. You two didn't lose out in this fight. Just work hard in the future."

That's right, Fang Mufeng broke off the entanglement from his native family, got off to a good start on the road of acting, and improved a lot in acting, which was all brought to him by Yan Huanchao.

Fang Mufeng thought about it carefully, and it was indeed not a loss. It should be said that he was the one who got the most.