Blooming on the ground

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The courtyard where Yan Huanchao lived when he was a child is full of rose fragrance in spring, and the birds are very happy in the branches.When he was ten years old, he injured a bird that visited the garden with a slingshot, healed it, and then locked it in an exquisite cage and raised it carefully.

Mother Hong Ying found out, knelt down and patted his head: "Xiao Chao, shall we release him?"

Yan Huan shook his head with his mouth pursed, saying that he wanted to see it every day, but he managed to catch it.

"It's terrible to fly outside. What if you get hurt?" His child became angry and anxious, and he justified himself. Is it bad to be exposed to the wind and rain?"

Hong Ying shook his head, and asked back: "Trapping it so it doesn't fly, isolating it from its family, Xiaochao, is this what you like?"

Yan Huanchao was stopped at this question, speechless.

Hong Ying then told him a story about the king and the nightingale.

She said that once upon a time there was a king who had a very large garden full of lovely flowers.Not far from the garden is a forest, in which lives a nightingale. Her singing is very beautiful. People say that her singing can heal the wounds in the heart.

Hearing the rumors, the king wanted to hear the nightingale's song very much, so he sent people to look for it, and finally he found it.

The nightingale's singing was really sweet, and the king was moved to tears, and he decided to keep the nightingale by his side.

He fashioned the most splendid cages of gold, and he adorned her with necklaces of costly gemstones.But Nightingale didn't want anything. For her, the king's tear was worth more than all the most precious treasures.

Seeing that Nightingale was unhappy, the king asked her what she wanted.

Nightingale said, I want to fly into the sky and fly back to the woods.

The king didn't allow it, he stubbornly wanted to keep Nightingale, he only knew how to search for more rare treasures and more exquisite canary cages for her, this was his love for Nightingale.

Those were all good and good, but neither was what Nightingale really wanted.

From then on, the nightingale refused to sing, and the king kept her in the cage, but never came to see her again.

"What happened next?" Yan Huanchao asked curiously.

"Nightingale is dead." Hong Ying's expression was too calm, even like a pool of stagnant water, "Later, the king's men built a mechanical nightingale for him, and filled her with gems as he wished. Don't worry about her trying to break free from the cage all the time. Listen to her Singing tirelessly. In time, the king forgot the dead nightingale."

Yan Huanchao had heard Andersen's The King and the Nightingale, and the story told by Hong Ying was the same but very different.

He argued: "This is not the king and the nightingale, mother, you are wrong."

"This is my king and the nightingale," Hong Ying stretched out his hand and gently twisted Yan Huanchao's nose, teasing him solemnly, "I dreamed about Andersen last night, and he told me that he actually wanted to write it like this. If you If you refuse to let this little bird go, it will die in the cage like a nightingale, how pitiful it is, right?"

"Our Xiaochao, do you want to be an autocratic and selfish king?"

Hong Ying acted so seriously that Yan Huanchao really believed it, and quickly let the bird go.

The two mother and son just looked up at the place and watched the little bird fly to the sky, fly away and disappear.

"Even if you like it, you have to learn to restrain your possessiveness and give the other party what they want instead of what you want. Does Xiaochao know?"

After a while, Hong Ying came slowly, she seemed to think of something, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, but there was deep sadness in her eyes.

Yan Huanchao nodded ignorantly, which was hard for him to understand at a young age.

It was even more impossible for him to know at the time that Hong Ying's words and this story were teaching him as well as herself.

Ever since they could remember, Yan Huanchao and Hong Ying had lived in this huge courtyard. They said they lived, but in fact it was more like being trapped.

Apart from flowers and plants, the yard is mostly filled with people coming and going with expressionless faces. They take care of the mother and child's daily life and food, and are also responsible for taking care of them.For a long time, Yan Huanchao's knowledge of the outside world came only from his teacher who came to teach him every day and the countless books in his study.

The long-term "isolation" created his aloof and indifferent temperament.Even after joining the world and becoming an actor, seeing all the grotesques in the circle, and performing all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of life, Yan Huanchao always kept a certain distance from the people and things around him, and few of them could really touch the deepest string in his heart.

According to those who guard them, he has a father, but Fang Kong has the title of "father" and is rarely seen throughout the year.

Yan Huanchao didn't like to see this father very much, not because his father always had a stern face and extremely strange temperament, but because Hong Ying was always very unhappy when his father rarely visited him.

In fact, most of the time on weekdays, Hong Ying seemed to have a forced smile.Yan Huanchao could feel that she didn't like being trapped here, even though there was the most thoughtful care and the most beautiful life here.

He doesn't like anyone or anything that makes Hong Ying sad, and he doesn't even like his gloomy and terrifying father, and this "cage" that traps them.

Hong Ying's greatest entertainment is singing, her singing voice is particularly ethereal, and all the good memories of Yan Huanchao's music at the beginning come from Hong Ying.However, Hong Ying never sang in front of his father, not even a word, she even refused to smile or say a word to him.

Even with such cold treatment, his father would still visit Hong Ying regularly.He didn't really know how to look at Yan Huanchao's son, as if he wasn't his own, but kept looking at Hong Ying, with emotions that were hard to express in words.Hong Ying rarely looked back at him.

The two often sat in the gazebo for an entire afternoon, but they rarely exchanged eyes or words.

This strange and weird situation lasted until the year of Yan Huanchao, when his father held a big coming-of-age ceremony for him, and recognized him as a son in front of outsiders.

The next day, he and Hong Ying were allowed to leave the place where they had lived for many years.

Since then, Yan Huanchao has never seen his father again, and even the news of his death was learned from the newspaper.

Hong Ying was very indifferent to this, as if it was someone or something that had nothing to do with her.She has always had an incomparably deep love for music and everything in the world, and she has a soft heart. She still sheds tears for an old song or an old movie, but she is extremely indifferent to his father, even if he is dead. It could stir up a wave in her heart.

Yan Huanchao was once puzzled by the awkward relationship between his parents.Until one day, he dug out a CD that recorded his parents' past interaction videos.

Hong Ying took his father's hand and danced lightly, humming an unknown tune.Both of them danced very casually, without any rules, and even stepped on each other's feet, and then hugged and laughed together.

When the screen changed, Hong Ying faced the camera, complaining with a smile, saying that Uncle Yan is good at everything, but he just likes to control me.

The father who always had a sullen face in front of Yan Huanchao now smiled lightly and looked at Hong Ying tenderly. He said, he will only care about you if he likes you.

Hong Ying didn't take it seriously, and retorted, if you like me, you should know, I don't like being controlled.

Unreasonable, like a child who hasn't grown up.The father said something to her with a smile, saying that he was accusing, but his expression was not necessarily serious.

Hong Ying really looked like a spoiled child, snorted, and retorted unconvinced, you are only a child, you cried when you heard me sing for the first time.

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Yan Huanchao watched the CD in its entirety and suddenly realized.

That tear at the beginning was real, the tender resonance experienced was real, and the tireless possession and restraint after years were real, and it was also real that they would not communicate with each other until old age and death.

At last the king died, and the nightingale was free at last.

The past of his parents has been hidden in Yan Huanchao's heart, and it has also affected his views on relationships to a certain extent. He finally understands the story Hong Ying told him when he was a child.

Feelings are like buying a ticket to go sightseeing in an amusement park. Loving someone is like liking a Ferris wheel or a roller coaster or a merry-go-round, but you can never have it if you are full of love. for oneself.

However, in the following years of relationship, Yan Huanchao wanted the wind and the rain, and never got what he asked for, so he didn't have a chance to experience the feeling of what the king met the nightingale.Those people come and go freely by his side, he seldom shows deep love, treats everyone lightly and in moderation, and never takes the initiative to keep them.

The one who stayed by his side the longest was Ling Chuan. Ling Chuan deliberately tested him and proposed to break up, so he really let him go.

There was nothing he had to hold in his hands, and nothing worth holding in his hands.

One night after the breakup, Ling Chuan was so drunk that he dialed his phone, and his voice was full of grievances.

He asked Yan Huanchao, why let him go so easily?Why not try to catch him?

Yan Huanchao didn't answer.

Ling Chuan vented his breath on the phone, and finally said to him, in fact, I always knew that you would not catch me as long as I let go, but I still want to fight once, to make you take me a little seriously.I look forward to the day when you also want to catch someone, and I look forward to the time when you also have love, you will understand my feelings...

These words are like a prophecy, but also like a curse.

Yan Huanchao has always been tolerant to his ex-lover, even if the other party went crazy with wine, he listened carefully, but didn't take what he said to heart.

Never expected that Ling Chuan's words would become a prophecy, and he met Fang Mufeng.

Yan Huanchao noticed Fang Mufeng for the first time, and the other party was still a small supporting role on the set.This kid is very hardworking and tolerant. Even though he was soaked in water for most of the winter and filmed a scene, he still didn't say he was tired or cold.As soon as the director yelled, he immediately entered the state and smiled wetly at the camera. That smile was really clean and cute, and he was born with a strong sense of camera.

Yan Huanchao observed him for several days, noticing that he always liked to hide in a corner and practice the few lines he had, and also noticed that he could even recite the lines of the protagonist fluently.So one day, he ordered hot drinks to warm their stomachs for the whole crew, and took the opportunity that the other party didn't take it to send him a cup of hot milk.

On closer inspection, the kid really started practicing there again.

Yan Huanchao watched it with interest for a long time, and couldn't help laughing.In fact, it's not a funny thing, but when he sees this kid's overly serious appearance, his eyes are always attracted, and his mood will be inexplicably better.

In particular, this child seemed to be in close contact with the big star himself for the first time, and he was terrified. He stood there for a long time without responding, and Yan Huanchao found it even more interesting.

At that time, he didn't have extra thoughts, he just met a very cute child on the set by chance, he was serious and good-looking, and he put it behind him in a few days.

It was the second meeting after a long time that Yan Huanchao really remembered the name "Fang Mufeng".

On the set of director Peng Wenye, Wu Guan played by Fang Mufeng raised his eyes and looked at Yan Huanchao through the camera. His eyes were filled with infinite affection and concentration, as if he was staring at the love of his life.Just looking at each other for a moment, he seemed to cut open his hot heart, and every word seemed to be embedded in the flesh and blood.

"Good night, I love you."

In the age of silence, there is no room for a love that is too blatant. Wu Guan didn't say it, he silently made mouth shapes, and then a smile appeared on his lips, and the ice melted in an instant.

The eyes can only express all the affection and tenderness for him.

At this moment, Yan Huanchao was hit hard on the chest, and the surrounding suddenly became very quiet, as if he and Fang Mufeng were the only ones left.And Fang Mufeng only has him in his eyes, just like he only has Fang Mufeng in his eyes now.

He felt very familiar, as if he had seen this kid somewhere, not only on the set a few years ago, but maybe even in a long time ago.

The sense of familiarity as in the previous life came for no reason, and it quickly occupied Yan Huanchao's heart, making him feel that everything is just right now-the timing of meeting the child is just right, the weather is just right, and the plot of the performance is just right. Well, the child's frowns and smiles are just right, as if they were grown according to his preferences.

"This kid is very interesting."

After a long time, he finally came to his senses and said the same to Peng Wen.

It’s really interesting, the kid has been through countless roles and acted in a lot of bad movies, and finally became popular in the crowded entertainment circle with an idol drama male lead, instead of being an idol to make quick money, he ran away Come to accompany Peng Wen also to work on a literary film that is destined not to be a blockbuster. He does not hesitate to pretend to be ugly and erase the beauty that he is famous for, thinking and thinking for a scene.

According to Peng Wenye's description, this kid is very ruthless to him, more ruthless than anyone else, and makes himself depressed, which makes him, a director who has always been ruthless, feel embarrassed.

Can't hide it, Fang Mufeng can't hide his obsession with acting and his raging ambition to be seen.

Not only is it interesting, a beautiful face is also very suitable for Yan Huanchao.Her demeanor is cold and clear, but she has charming eyebrows, innocent and full of temptation, and the undercurrent of desire in the corners of her eyes and brows makes people feel uneasy. Standing tall and straight in the crowd, even in the entertainment circle with many beauties, she still stands out from the crowd.

Peng Wen also said to him: "Mu Feng is very similar to you back then, not only in appearance and temperament, but also in that look, that infatuation, and that energy. It's nothing less than that."

Yan Huanchao felt at the time that the reason why he was able to recognize Fang Mufeng at the first sight in the crowd was probably because of this inexplicable similarity - he was lucky to find the same kind in the vast crowd.

The momentary heartbeat reminded him somehow that there was such a bird with beautiful feathers that stopped by his window sill by chance, and it just landed on his heart.

His first reaction was that such a beautiful child should be his own, just like a king who has everything he should think that all the treasures in the world should be his own.

But unlike his father, who was an arbitrary king, Fang Mufeng in front of him was not a dead thing without thought and autonomy.It would be even more pity if Fang Mufeng was locked in a cage and his wings were broken to prevent him from flying just because of his desire.

Therefore, Yan Huanchao resisted the urge to take the person in front of him as his own.

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