Blooming on the ground

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In January, Beicheng Hospital.

Yan Huanchao slowly opened a slit in his eyes, the light was glaring, his eyes were filled with ice-cold white, and his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant.He froze for about half a minute, moved his fingers slightly, and the feeling of his limbs gradually returned to normal.

Surprisingly, he was lying in the hospital.

The terrible explosion didn't kill him, he survived.

"Uncle? Uncle! You finally woke up!" A male voice suddenly burst into his ears, with a mournful cry.

Yan Huanchao turned his neck with difficulty. It was Yan Jingshan, his nephew, with a scruffy beard and almost lost his appearance. He didn't look like an elite in ordinary times.

"Uncle, you're really awake, wait for me..." Yan Jingshan held back his tears and ran outside the door in a hurry.

Yan Huanchao could vaguely hear his voice echoing in the corridor, excited: "Doctor, my uncle is awake, doctor, please go and see him, my uncle is awake."

Wake up, he wakes up.

Yan Huanchao opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his throat was on fire and he couldn't make any sound.He closed his eyes tiredly again, without any sense of waking up.

Before he could hold that person's hand during the explosion, he lost consciousness instantly, as if falling into an abyss, having a big dream, as if living it all over again.

In the dream, he was reborn as a human being, and he returned to the six years before the origin, and finally held Fang Mufeng's hand.

Fang Mufeng's hand has distinct joints, his fingers are long and slender, and his palm is slightly cold. He clearly remembers this feeling of touch.

They finally fell in love in their dreams, they didn't live up to Shaohua, and they didn't waste half their lives, it's great.

It's a pity that life is too short, not enough, far from enough.Yan Huanchao exerted strength and slowly clenched his hands into fists, trying to keep the feeling of Fang Mufeng in his hand in his dream, just a second longer.

After Yan Jingshan stumbled and ran out, a group of doctors and nurses rushed in and worked around him.

Yan Huanchao heard them sighing again and again, saying that it was not easy, he had been in a coma for almost three months, yet he still woke up.

President Yan Da was crying and laughing, too excited to speak, with no image at all.

After that, Yan Huanchao sat in a wheelchair and was pushed out of the ward for various physical examinations.When his consciousness was completely clear and his voice was finally able to speak, the first sentence was, where is Fang Mufeng.

Yan Jingshan was stunned for a few seconds. He didn't expect his uncle's first question after waking up to be related to Fang Mufeng.

Before the question was raised, Yan Huanchao was fully prepared—in a world where there is no fantasy such as rebirth, the body is destroyed, the soul is gone, and a person's life is really over when it is said to be over.

Yan Jingshan brought him two news, one good and one bad.The good news is that Fang Mufeng woke up one day earlier than him. Although he suffered from minor skin trauma and severe brain damage, he finally survived after several ordeals.The bad news is, he's disfigured and doesn't remember anyone.

He remembered his name and his identity as an actor, but the people who connected with him in the past, as well as those loves and hates, seemed to be swept away in his mind, as if it was done on purpose.

Doctors can't give a definite answer on whether the memory can be restored, it may be, it may never be.

Yan Jingshan was very surprised at how much his uncle cared about Fang Mufeng, whether it was his desperate efforts to save him when an accident happened, or his constant concern after waking up.But he actually knew very well in his heart why Yan Huanchao cared.

He has dominated Fang Mufeng for so many years, not only because of his uncle's face, but also because he can vaguely detect his uncle's other Mufeng's thoughts.

Fang Mufeng might take away his uncle forever, this was the thought he was most afraid of facing.

Yan Huanchao's face was so cold that he was lifeless, his voice was quiet, and he didn't even want to look at him, he just said: "I won't come here in the future."

Yan Jingshan stared, looked at Yan Huanchao in disbelief, and murmured, "Uncle, what did you say..."

"I said, get out of here and don't get close to Mufeng again," Yan Huanchao stood up leaning on crutches. His leg injury was not complete, and he walked towards Yan Jingshan step by step, and then passed by without a trace of nostalgia, leaving the sonorous and forceful "I want him."

Yan Jingshan was invited out by Zhao Qingyi, Yan Huanchao's assistant.Along the way, he could hear the suppressed sobs from the throat of the powerful president of the shopping mall, like a wounded beast, his eyes were full of despair and sorrow.

Zhao Qingyi didn't understand who his sorrow was for, he only knew that Yan Huanchao probably wanted to say those three words a long time ago.

Fang Mufeng, who has forgotten the past, looks the same as before. To be precise, he is almost the same as him six years ago, with a thin body, clean eyes, and an unhealthy pale face, with a sense of transparent fragility.

He was disfigured, with a deep scar on his forehead, and when he wore a fisherman hat, nothing could be seen, but this face could no longer stand the test of the big screen.

Yan Huanchao leaned on crutches and moved to the ward to see Fang Mufeng.

Even if there is no so-called rebirth, he will wait until Fang Mufeng is reincarnated, Yan Huan thinks along the way.

When he arrived at the ward, the windows were open, and the bright spring sun poured over the ground, and the fragrance of magnolias wafted in.

Fang Mufeng was sitting on the hospital bed cooperating with the doctor's routine examination, aside from reaching out to play with the doctor's listening device on his chest in the middle, he looked extremely well-behaved.

After all the doctors and nurses had left, Fang Mufeng finally noticed Yan Huanchao who had been standing at the door, and he froze for a moment when he saw it, probably because he was surprised by Yan Huanchao's appearance.

Yan Huanchao seemed to have returned to the past six years earlier. The two of them met for the first time on the set. A big star and a small utility, Fang Mufeng stared at him obsessively.

At that time, he just thought the kid was really cute.

"...I know you?" Fang Mufeng asked him.

Yan Huanchao walked to the bedside, looked at him very quietly, and didn't speak.

Fang Mufeng looked a little embarrassed, bowed his head and smiled: "I'm sorry, they said that I have a brain problem and lost my memory. I don't remember anything except myself."

"Why do you think we know each other?" Yan Huanchao asked him again.

"I think you are familiar, as if you have seen it somewhere before." Fang Mufeng looked him up, "You are so pretty."

After all, he showed his white teeth cutely and smiled like a child.

At this moment, Fang Mufeng finally let go of the past, even if he paid the price.

That's okay, as long as he can remember everything in the past, he will help him create new memories in the future, Yan Huanchao thought.

"Yan Huanchao, my name," he said, "I remember you, Fang Mufeng."

Fang Mufeng was surprised: "We really know each other?"

"I know," Yan Huanchao raised his hand to touch his face, very lightly and softly, and his voice was full of affection, "I love you very much."

Fang Mufeng raised his head, looked at him for a long time, and smiled in surprise.

"What about me, do I love you too?" He touched his chest and asked Yan Huanchao.

The crutch hit the floor with a loud sound, Yan Huanchao could no longer suppress the turbulent emotions, rubbed Fang Mufeng into his arms, and said in a trembling voice, "Well, you love me very much."

Forgive his selfishness and arbitrariness, and pull the progress bar without authorization, wanting to fast forward all this to the moment of loving each other, not wanting to waste any more seconds.

A lifetime is too short, even if they love each other, it is only this lifetime.

It's strange that Fang Mufeng obviously forgot everything, but tears kept streaming out, wet Yan Huanchao's shoulders.

The spring light jumped over the window sill and shrouded them. It was very warm and bright. Only then did Fang Mufeng truly feel that spring was coming.

When the first ray of spring light hit his face, Yan Huanchao woke up from his dream.

His Mu Feng was not in the hospital, nor in the chaotic previous life, he was squeezed into the same bed with him, and when he opened his eyes, he could see the face that had just woken up.

Fang Mufeng had enough sleep and was full of energy. Facing the brilliant light, he squatted in the yard and planted something unknown.

Yan Huanchao leaned against the door and watched for a long time, lit a cigarette, and did not rush into the screen to break the tranquility.

There are countless forks in the timeline, and there are countless possibilities——

Perhaps at the very beginning, he held on to Fang Mufeng, avoiding all kinds of disturbance and harm, and embraced happiness easily.

Possibly survived that terrible accident and, whether or not he could forget the past, was still lucky enough to start all over again.

It may be at this moment, after going through thousands of sails, to be a human being again, covered with dust and holding the sincerity in hands, and finally accompany hand in hand.

Love itself cannot be tampered with, no matter how many possibilities there are.

No matter which time and space he is in, he will always come to him.

For you, thousands of times, but that's all.

After one cigarette, Yan Huanchao walked over, followed by squatting beside Fang Mufeng, watching him quietly sweating, and his flushed cheeks were stained with dirt.

"Don't you ask me what I planted?" Fang Mufeng turned to look at him.

Yan Huanchao followed his words: "Then what did you plant in it?"

"I won't tell you." Fang Mufeng smiled at Yan Huanchao, with a playful tone, "You will find out in Xia Tian."

Yan Huanchao smiled softly, and asked back: "Don't you ask me what dream I had when I fell asleep last night?"

Fang Mufeng also followed his words: "Then what dream did you have when you fell asleep last night?"

"I won't tell you," Yan Huanchao said in a childish tone, "it was a good dream."

Fang Mufeng turned his head away and snorted: "If you don't say it, don't say it."

Yan Huanchao laughed heartily, raised his hand to wipe off the mud on Fang Mufeng's face with his fingertips, squeezed his face, and called him: "Little Cat."

Fang Mufeng wanted to make trouble, so he stretched out a finger to wipe Yan Huanchao's face, his beautiful face was covered with dirt, and he also called him: "Old cat."

The two looked at each other and smiled, their eyes softened.

"I know there must be me in the dream." Fang Mufeng said suddenly.

Yan Huanchao: "Huh?"

Fang Mufeng raised his eyebrows, and when he smiled, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he said confidently: "Dreams without me are not good dreams."

Yan Huanchao couldn't stop laughing, and nodded his approval: "Indeed."

I am in this sweet dream right now.

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An extra episode that dropped by accident, I don't know how many people can see it.

I can't restrain my love for them, so I wrote a new episode, and it's likely to come to an end here.

Regarding the previous life, I have never dared to imagine the mess left by them both "died for love". Maybe many people will cry for a big star with infinite glory, but maybe not many people will cry for a little star who has passed away and has a lot of scandals. And sad—the person who was most sad because of losing Mu Feng also went with Mu Feng.

Regarding coming out, I think they are people who don’t care much about gossip. Whether they have a closet or not is not very important to them, so they don’t specifically tell anyone what, so I didn’t write this plot.

Last but not least, thank you.