Blooming on the ground

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When Fang Mufeng sneaked into the crew secretly, Yan Huanchao was making preparations before filming started.

Yan Huanchao's agent, Xu Hui, had sharp eyes and quickly recognized Fang Mufeng who was hiding behind the photographer and disguised himself. Just as he was about to get up to say hello, Fang Mufeng quickly shook his head to stop him.

He is not a big star who must be welcomed in the street, and he doesn't want to hinder the filming because of his sudden visit.

In recent years, Yan Huanchao, who has become more and more reclusive, rarely comes out to take on the show. This time they separated for two months.Fang Mufeng wasn't used to being separated from Yan Huanchao for too long, so he took advantage of the few days' free time to get rid of his agent, assistants and other people, and sneak into the crew to visit the set.

He hid behind the camera group and looked at Yan Huanchao, trying to hide himself from discovery.

At this time, Yan Huanchao was facing Fang Mufeng sideways, playing with a young actor who was about four or five years old.He bent slightly to keep eye level with the young actor who was also sitting on the chair. He was very patient throughout the whole process, with a warm smile in his eyes all the time, and he spoke softly.

The young actor's reciting is very methodical, and his emotions are vivid and full, which can be regarded as an aura and talent.Yan Huanchao seemed quite satisfied with his performance, and occasionally reached out to gently pinch the other's immature face, and later even hugged the little actor on his lap to talk.

Yan Huanchao has always been indifferent and distant in front of others, and is used to separating himself from everyone with thoughtful etiquette. He seems very amiable but in fact is out of reach.But at this moment, the tenderness he showed in front of the young actor was extraordinarily sincere.

Unknowingly, it seems that they are a pair of father and son who are sincerely in love.

Fang Mufeng suddenly overturned the jar of vinegar in his heart.

However, he, a man in his early thirties, would actually compete with a four or five-year-old child, it shouldn't be.

The next filming was a major scene with fierce conflicts. Yan Huanchao was very experienced, and the scene would be played soon after the director called the card.On the contrary, the young actor couldn't control his emotions well, so he went too far, and cried into tears after the end.

Yan Huanchao picked up the little actor and wiped his tears with a slight smile. The little actor's mother also rushed to his side, took the little actor from his arms, and started coaxing him.

Yan Huanchao stayed by his side all the time, and used candies to divert the little actor's attention until the little actor stopped crying and said sweetly to him thank you uncle.

A staff member next to him teased, saying that Mr. Yan likes children so much, he would give birth to one for fun, and said that Mr. Yan is so good-looking, the child must be good-looking.

After hearing this, Yan Huanchao just smiled politely and did not respond directly to this.

Fang Mufeng heard mixed feelings in the crowd.

He went back to Yan Huanchao's nanny car alone. As soon as his assistant Zhao Qing saw that it was him, he hurriedly greeted him in the car and told him not to tell him why he came, so that he could pick him up.

Fang Mufeng shook his head, saying that he just wanted to surprise the teacher, and there was no need to bother the teacher.

He paused, and seemed to think of Yan Huanchao coaxing the child to be gentle, and suddenly said: "The teacher seems to have always liked children..."

In his impression, Yan Huanchao got along very well with the young actors in the play, and outside the play, he also donated money to build the Hope Primary School and sponsored many children to study.And seeing it with his own eyes today, his understanding of this point is more intuitive and profound.

As soon as Zhao Qing heard this, he understood something in his heart, and said: "Mr. Yan really likes children, and he is always willing to do good things."

It's not charity, Fang Mufeng didn't answer Zhao Qingyi's words, Yan Huanchao just simply likes children.

As soon as Yan Huanchao opened the door of the nanny's car, he immediately opened it with a smile on his face, his eyes and tone became gentle: "Why don't you say you're here, and keep yourself in the car."

As soon as he got into the car, Fang Mufeng ignored Zhao Qingyi who was still in the driver's seat, and directly reached out to hug Yan Huanchao, leaning on him in a very dependent posture.

Yan Huanchao also lightly hugged his waist, rubbed it a few times, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Who bullied you?"

"No," Fang Mufeng buried his lips on Yan Huanchao's shoulder, speaking in a muffled voice, "I just miss you and want to see you."

He didn't know what was going on with him, he was always able to stand alone outside, and he was not afraid of any bullshit scandals and attacks, but when he was in front of Yan Huanchao, he was almost like a three-year-old child.

This sense of dependence grew with the time they were together, and he couldn't even remember how he lived without Yan Huanchao, let alone the past life that was as distant as a dream.

He has always stubbornly believed that there is only each other between them except acting, and no one can intervene.It wasn't until he saw that Yan Huanchao liked children so much that he realized a fact that he had deliberately ignored for a long time. Maybe, maybe Yan Huanchao also wanted a child of his own.

This realization made him suddenly feel uneasy.

Yan Huanchao didn't know that the little lover had so many twists and turns in his heart, he just thought it was because the two hadn't been separated for so long, and they were reluctant and not used to it.He coaxed Fang Mufeng in a gentle and low voice for a long time, kissed Fang Mufeng's hair on the sideburns, and took his little emotion like a treasure to comfort him, without feeling troublesome or hypocritical.

Sometimes, he wished Fang Mufeng could rely on him more and only on him.

Fang Mufeng didn't say what was in his heart to Yan Huanchao, he didn't really want to touch the matter between them.

Sheng Lan saw that he looked sullen when he came back from visiting class, and thought he was still thinking about the stinky man, so she hated Tie Bucheng and said: "Just think about him, don't read books, don't go to class."

Fang Mufeng smiled helplessly, took Sheng Lan's hand and shook it: "Sister, how come the more you live, the more you look like my mother?"

"Don't take advantage," Sheng Lan smiled angrily, "I just think you're getting better and better. I didn't know you were still a love brain before. I said that Yan Huanchao drugged you, it's been so long You haven't bothered the old man yet."

Sheng Lan has been Fang Mufeng's manager for a long time, and she is getting more and more nervous about his affairs, and her heart is becoming more and more on his side. She doesn't care that Yan Huanchao was brought out by herself in the past.

Fang Mufeng fell into silence, and said after a while: "It's because of him, but it's not because of him."

Sheng Lan sensed something unusual from his silence, and said, "Tell me honestly, what's going on."

Fang Mufeng looked at her, thought it over in his heart, and decided to tell the truth.

The more Sheng Lan heard it, the more she frowned, and when he finished explaining the ins and outs, she only said: "So, you don't want to find someone to give birth to him, do you?"

Fang Mufeng opened his mouth, but before he answered, Sheng Lan became emotional, and immediately said: "Don't, don't be so thoughtful! Even though you have been in the entertainment industry for a long time, It becomes bottomless, but Huanchao is not like this. Although he likes children, he hates using women as tools, and it’s not like you don’t know his mother’s experience.”

Of course he knew that Yan Huanchao's mother was originally a talented singer, but her wings were broken and she could not be free.During those years of being imprisoned, she was not so much a human being as a canary dressed up because of paranoid desires.

Mother was once regarded as a tool, and Yan Huanchao naturally didn't like to treat others as tools.

"I know," Fang Mufeng said seriously, "I never thought of doing such a wicked and illegal thing."

Sheng Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and asked him again: "Then what are you?"

"You know that if you love someone for a long time, you will want to give him a lot, no matter how much you have, you don't feel too much," Fang Mufeng looked away, and said slowly, "But I suddenly realized that there are times when I can't give, and It is likely that because of being with me, he will leave such a regret in his life."

When you like someone, all you think about is holding him tightly in your hands, grabbing him, and monopolizing him.Loving someone is not like this. To love someone is to always have cicada wings in your heart. Sometimes it is as heavy as a rock, which makes you feel at ease, but sometimes it is as light as fluff, and you dare not touch it.

Fang Mufeng thinks so.

This silly boy started to think too much again.

Sheng Lan finally figured out Fang Mufeng's thoughts, and sighed in her heart: "I don't think Huanchao will have any regrets if he chooses you. On the contrary, if he can't be with you, that's the real regret."

Having said that, Fang Mufeng still had a lump in his heart, and he couldn't let it go.

Although Yan Huanchao was filming outside, he could somewhat feel Fang Mufeng's strangeness.He specifically told Zhao Qing to book the earliest flight, and rush back to their home on the mountain from the crew as soon as the shooting was over.

It was almost midnight when he arrived, and there was only a dim yellow light left in the living room, illuminating a corner of light.The phonograph played Suzhou Pingtan, and the long music lingered.

Fang Mufeng was lying on the rattan chair, with his eyes half closed, humming to the beat of the song one after another.

Yan Huanchao put his luggage at the door and approached slowly until he stood in front of Fang Mufeng, who was still immersed in his own world unaware.

The dim light outlines Fang Mufeng's freehand facial lines like water and mountains, faded away from the too sharp and cold side of beauty when he was young, Fang Mufeng's temperament has matured a lot in his thirties, the facial features have softened a little, but still retains a kind of easy-going beauty. Crushed fragility.

It's grown up, but not fully grown up.

Yan Huan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, squatted down and looked at his baby with his eyes, and found that the baby's cheeks had an unusual blush.Sniff carefully again, there is a bit of alcohol in the breath.

He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on Fang Mufeng's trembling long eyelashes.Perhaps because of drinking, Fang Mufeng's skin was a little hot.

Only then did Fang Mufeng feel Yan Huanchao's breath, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you back?" A trace of surprise flashed across Fang Mufeng's face, his hazy eyes gradually cleared up, and then he raised his hand to grab Yan Huanchao's neck.

He thought Yan Huanchao would not be back until tomorrow morning.

"Well," Yan Huanchao lowered his head so that Fang Mufeng's hand could be reached, and the two naturally exchanged a shallow kiss. After they separated, he held Fang Mufeng's cheek with both hands, and kept rubbing his thumbs, "Why are you drinking?"

Fang Mufeng finally hugged Yan Huanchao's neck, felt the other person's body temperature, closed his eyes contentedly, and said with a smile: "Today is Xuandao's birthday, and his family's big star Peng held a grand marriage proposal ceremony. Everyone can drink if they are happy." too much."

"I listened to you very much, so I drank a little," Fang Mufeng kissed Yan Huanchao's side face, and acted coquettishly in a nasal voice, "But my drinking capacity is too bad, and I get drunk when I drink. Old Cheng still laughed at me that my drinking capacity is inversely proportional to my acting skills."

For so many years, Fang Mufeng revealed his true temperament when he drank alcohol, which can't be changed at all.

"I wouldn't be drunk if you were by my side," he murmured.

Yan Huanchao picked him up and listened to him babbling inarticulately in his arms. When he finally fell silent, he said: "It's really been too long to shoot this time, I kept you waiting for a long time."

Ever since they were really together, they haven't tried to separate for more than half a year.He doesn't like to be sticky with people all day long, but living in two places with Fang Mufeng, he always feels that there is something missing in his heart and around him—something he is accustomed to and especially important.

"It's not like this," Fang Mufeng said with a pillow on his shoulder, very sincerely, "It's rare for you to have a script that you want to shoot. I really like you in front of the camera."

"What about me outside the camera?"

"I like it too, I like everything about you."

Yan Huanchao chuckled lightly when he heard this.

The two soaked in the bathtub together, and the hot water flooded the body, relaxing both physically and mentally.Fang Mufeng leaned his back against Yan Huanchao's chest quietly, half asleep and half awake.

"After this drama is over, how about we go to live in Yuncheng?" Yan Huanchao suddenly touched his face, and said in a low voice, "I will be your good wife from now on, waiting for you to go home."

He has lived in front of the camera for so many years, and it can be said that he has performed all his emotions, sorrows, sorrows, loves and hates.After shedding the aura bestowed by the eyes of others and taking off all kinds of costumes, she is just an ordinary person with emotions and desires.Now he just wants to return to the life outside the lens and interpret himself.

Yuncheng is like spring all the year round, and its remote location makes it a good place to live in seclusion.

Fang Mufeng paused for a few seconds before reacting, opened his eyes and turned to look at him: "Are you not acting anymore?"

"Enough acting," Yan Huanchao raised his hand to straighten the wet hair on his forehead, "My life is not only about acting, but also about you. But you, you should take advantage of this time to film more and see the world more .”

Fang Mufeng stared at him for a while, and then said: "Aren't you afraid that the world I see is so big that you will go away and never come back?"

Yan Huanchao smiled again, his eyes washed by water were gentle and meaningful, he shook his head: "You will come back."

His bathing wind is a gust of wind, it goes around the corners of the world, and it will still fall back into his arms.

Yan Huanchao always showed that he was the passive party in this relationship. Even many people around him said that the actor Yan Da, who had been in the flower bushes, was being manipulated to death by him. Only Fang Mufeng knew that the one who was really being manipulated was actually himself.

It was Yan Huanchao who led him forward in his career, it was Yan Huanchao who inspired him physically and comforted him, it was Yan Huanchao who cared for him and healed him emotionally, it was all him.

What about him?

Yes, what can he do for Yan Huanchao?

……

Probably due to the effect of alcohol, Fang Mu took the initiative this evening, as if he wanted to give all his enthusiasm back to Yan Huanchao, feeling every crushing and every ups and downs without reservation, like a clam revealing its soft inner, giving precious pearls.

Yan Huanchao was delicate and violent, and Fang Mufeng was thrown up one peak after another by him, and the thrilling pleasure followed like a wave.He was drenched in the waves of the sea, screamed, and stared in a daze as if his brain lacked oxygen, but when he felt the heat was about to be pulled away, he hurriedly hugged Yan Huanchao to prevent him from leaving, like a drowning person Hold tight to the only driftwood in the sea.

"Don't go, don't go..." He grabbed Yan Huanchao's back with all his strength, put his chin on his shoulder, and muttered to himself, "Teacher, can you just stay inside today?"

Yan Huanchao patted him on the back and whispered in his ear: "Hey, it's not easy to clean up inside."

"No, just stay a little longer." For some reason, Fang Mufeng was extremely persistent in this matter, and refused to let him go. "Just stay a little longer, just a little while."

After the intense heat, he finally lay quietly in Yan Huanchao's arms, breathing steadily.

Fang Mufeng was in a very bad mood today.

Yan Huanchao looked at Fang Mufeng with lowered eyes, and put one hand around his head, rubbing his broken hair and ears.Fang Mufeng didn't fall asleep because of the alcohol, he just closed his eyes and rested, and after a while he changed to a comfortable position and lay on his side hugging Yan Huanchao's waist.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Yan Huanchao asked him in a soft voice.

What can he do for Yan Huanchao?

This is the question that has been lingering in Fang Mufeng's head.

"I can do anything for you," Fang Mufeng finally opened his lips after being silent for a while, "but you like children so much, but I can't give you a child."

Yan Huan frowned: "Huh?"

"Just now I was out of my mind and did stupid things," Fang Mufeng said in a low voice, "For a moment, I actually wanted you to stay inside, maybe I could give birth...I'm stupid, right?"

Before contacting Sheng Lan, he hinted that he should talk to Fang Mufeng more, don't worry about filming and forget about his little lover, and that Fang Mufeng's attitude towards the young actor was a bit cold when visiting the class that day. Yan Huanchao understood, and sighed slightly: "Mufeng..."

"Listen to me first, listen to me," Fang Mufeng hurriedly interrupted him, and continued, "I understand the truth, no matter how many times you do it, it won't change the fact that you and I are men, you are destined to be with me I won't have my own children. I don't want to let you go, and I don't want other people to intervene in our life and share your love, but I can't wrong you just because I don't want to."

"Fool," Yan Huanchao smiled helplessly, "you are enough for me to worry about. I don't need any children. If I must have one, you are my child."

"I knew you would say that, I can't say that I can deceive people without you," Fang Mufeng opened his eyes and looked at him immediately when he heard this, and refuted him like a child, "But I don't want to be your child, I am As your equal lover, I can take care of you, and I can do anything your child can do for you, do you know?"

Still not sober, still stupid.

"I know, I know..."

Yan Huanchao smiled helplessly at him, then hugged him in his arms, and kissed him from the forehead, the bridge of the nose all the way to the lips, the kiss was very long and extended, as if to smooth all the wrinkles in his heart.Fang Mufeng gradually settled down in his kiss, stopped talking nonsense, and finally fell asleep peacefully.

Fang Mufeng was drunk and indulgent, and he woke up near noon the next day. He sat on the bed for a long time, and the memory of last night gradually came back.

His likes and dislikes, his worries cannot escape Yan Huanchao.

Fang Mufeng went downstairs after a short hesitation, and saw Yan Huanchao sitting on the sofa reading a book from a distance.He stood where he was and didn't bother him until Yan Huanchao put down his book and turned to look at him.

"Mu Feng, come here."

Fang Mufeng obediently walked over and stood in front of Yan Huanchao.Yan Huanchao hooked the corner of his mouth at him, took his hand, pulled him onto her body, and sat facing each other on his lap.

Yan Huanchao embraced Fang Mufeng with a pair of strong arms, buried half of his face on Fang Mufeng's shoulder, and took a deep breath. The bottom of his nose smelled a familiar fragrance with body temperature.

"I, I was quite ashamed last night, wasn't I?"

In the silence, Fang Mufeng couldn't hold back at first, and asked.

Yan Huanchao laughed: "Are you still afraid of losing face in front of me?"

"Sometimes I'm not afraid of anything," Fang Mufeng paused, "Sometimes I'm afraid."

Yan Huanchao reached out and pinched his chin: "When did you get scared?"

Fang Mufeng put his arms around Yan Huanchao's neck, not letting him see his expression at the moment, and after a while he said in a muffled voice: "When you're not here, when you don't want me."

No matter how long they've been together, no matter how successful or happy their life is, he still can't get rid of the bad habit of being uneasy.It seems that the past experience has left a deep mark on his body and mind, and he needs to spend the rest of his life to heal and smooth it out.

Yan Huanchao touched the back of his head, pressed his side face against his side face, and said helplessly, "When did I say I don't want you anymore, huh?"

"You didn't say it, I was thinking too much." Fang Mufeng muttered.

"Mufeng, if you are worried about children, I can tell you very clearly that I really like children." Yan Huanchao held Fang Mufeng's shoulders, distanced himself from him slightly, and looked straight at him, "I also like children." Acting, like flowers and plants, like many things and things, but I don’t necessarily have all of them, these are dispensable embellishments for me.”

"You are different, I love you and must have you."

A gentle smile flowed from Yan Huan's eyes, and his deep and magnetic voice had a kind of bewitching magic power, like a sunny river in spring flowing quietly from the bottom of his heart, instantly overflowing those ferocious and recurring scars.

Fang Mufeng's nose was sore.

"But our Mu Feng seems to forget this from time to time," Yan Huanchao looked into his eyes and asked him, "Does he forget this once he gets upset, or does he start to feel uneasy because he has forgotten?"

Fang Mufeng sniffed, and replied sullenly: "I don't know."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know or don't remember, I will always say it."

Yan Huanchao took Fang Mufeng's left hand and kissed the ring on his ring finger that was still shining brightly. He kept his eyes fixed on Fang Mufeng and added his own words: "We swore until the end of my life, didn't we?"

Fang Mufeng was speechless moved, unable to speak for a while, just hugged him and kissed him deeply, and then said without beginning and end: "I'm hungry, let's eat."

Yan Huanchao laughed loudly.

He got up together, supported Fang Mufeng together, and turned upside down.Fang Mufeng subconsciously grabbed his shoulders and clamped his waist with his legs.

"What are you doing?"

"Eat, you said."

In view of the fact that Yan Daying, the film king in the past, could play tricks on him all the time, and the freshness has not faded after many years. Fang Mufeng is very sensitive to such explicit or implied gestures or words. Understand.

Besides, King Yan always speaks in an intimate tone in front of him, with ambiguous eyes, and he can feel his own hormones even without saying a word, there is a kind of natural temptation.

Fang Mufeng said softly: "I said go eat, not eat me."

From last night's fierce battle to now, his waist is still sore and limp.

Yan Huan smiled: "I'm talking about eating, so let's go."

Knowing that he was wrong, Fang Mufeng's ears turned red.

This old fox just likes teasing him, and he is still not satisfied after teasing him for so many years.

"Teacher Yan knows it's not kind to bully juniors." He pressed his blushing cheeks against Yan Huanchao's neck, complaining dissatisfiedly.

Yan Huanchao smiled even more happily, carried Fang Mufeng across the living room to the kitchen, placed him gently on the clean and smooth operating table, raised his head and kissed his lips, then picked up a cherries in the fruit basket, Hand it to his lips.

"I bully you, it's not unkind."

"What's that called?" Fang Mufeng couldn't speak clearly with something in his mouth.

"It's not kind to bully people for a while, or to bully many people, but I only bully you, and I plan to bully you for the rest of my life, do you know what it's called?"

Fang Mufeng looked at him and shook his head.

"Love," Yan Huanchao raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said softly, "It's called love."

"Meaty."

Fang Mufeng pursed his lips, took a bite, and the juice of the cherries spread quickly in his mouth, a little sour, but sweet to the heart.

After the two had settled in Yuncheng for many years, one day they went to the market hand in hand to buy vegetables and were photographed by a reporter squatting in a corner.

When they were photographed, they were picking peach blossom trees in a stall, and planned to plant them in their own small yard.Fang Mufengmin quickly noticed that someone was following him and looked back a few times.

Even though he has faded out of the circle for a long time, his sensitivity to the camera has not diminished.

Yan Huanchao took a peach blossom tree from the boss and thanked him with a smile. Seeing Fang Mufeng distractedly looking away, he followed his gaze and immediately understood.

"Teacher." Fang Mufeng called him.

"It's okay, I saw it when I saw it." Yan Huanchao didn't care, took his hand and continued to walk forward.

Many years ago, when Fang Mufeng thought that they were just a transactional relationship between you and me, Yan Huanchao said similar things after being discovered by others.From the past to the present, he has not changed from beginning to end.

In fact, some reporters followed them to secretly take pictures before, but unlike before, this time Yan Huanchao didn't order anyone to deal with it, and to some extent acquiesced in the reporter's behavior.

So that night, the news appeared on the Internet, and the two who had retired for many years jumped to the center of the topic again.

At this time, the entertainment industry has already been in Hexi for 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi. The people occupying the top of the pyramid have changed. The beautiful young people ride the wind of capital and climb the ladder to win stars one after another. The two of them lived in seclusion for a long time and it has become history.

However, history is also a legend after all, not to mention the fact that two legendary film kings are gay. Even if the social atmosphere is more open, it will immediately detonate the Internet and arouse a lot of discussion.

Even the media sorted out the various intersections of the two in the past, and dug out the clues of the two behind the scenes, such as wearing the same ring, countless clothes of the same style, etc., trying to restore the love story of the two for several years.

Different voices are mixed on the Internet, mocking, surprised, blessed, and touched abound.There are quite a few movie fans who are still knocking on their CP, and they all lament that after so many years of knocking, there is finally a pair worthy of "The Truth Is True".

The agents of the two spoke in unison, saying that they had nothing to comment, and the media who tried to dig out more rumors all failed.

Sheng Lan called Fang Mufeng and teased them that after so many years of acting, they finally stopped acting this time?

Fang Mufeng smiled indifferently: "You need to act in other people's stories, not your own."

This is also the main reason why Yan Huanchao didn't stop it this time. It was a relief to make it public, and everyone stopped caring when they were fresh.When everything calms down, their lives will continue.

"That's right, it's impossible to pretend for the rest of your life," Sheng Lan said, "Anyway, you two are past stars now, who cares if you like men and women or aliens."

Fang Mufeng laughed again, and said, "Sister, come to Yuncheng to play after a while."

"Okay, I'll go when I'm done with the new cubs." Sheng Lan is still young, and recently took over the newcomers. The rebellion gave her a headache. She didn't forget to remind, "The bacon smoked by Huan Chao last time Not bad, remember to leave me a few more dollars this time."

Almost a week after the turmoil, Yan Huanchao went to the market alone, but was blocked by the reporters who were guarding there halfway for interviews—the reporters were afraid that they would really anger the film king Yan, so they didn't dare to follow them to their door.

The reporter was nothing more than asking what happened these days, asking what kind of relationship they were, trying to get an affirmation from the old man.

Yan Huanchao had a gentle attitude and a short answer: "Love."

The reporter was naturally very excited when he heard it, and wanted to ask for more details, but was blocked by the next sentence of Yan Dayingdi: "As for what love is, it depends on your definition, and you can write it up."

Indeed, there are thousands of definitions of love, and Yan Huanchao doesn't care which one is in the minds of unrelated people.

He nodded politely towards the reporter, and there was no sign of anger on his face. He just said a sentence that he didn't know if it was a threat: "You have already got the answer you want, so let's not make another example."

After that, he walked away.

Fang Mufeng didn't care about these messy news, Yan Huanchao's answer was what he heard from his mutual friend Cheng Min.

To borrow Cheng Min's words, the old man, the old man, is not too tired of crooked.

Fang Mufeng hung up the phone with a smile, went to the yard, and saw Yan Huanchao wearing gloves and concentrating on piercing paper lanterns.The new year will be a few days later, and Yan Huanchao specially asked the old people in the village to learn this craft a few days ago.

Ever since Yan Daying stopped acting, he has been doing all kinds of nonsense, dabbling in all kinds of fields, and held a solo exhibition under a pseudonym some time ago.

Fang Mufeng approached, hugged Yan Huanchao from behind, and kissed his side face.

Yan Huanchao bowed his head and smiled: "Who did you just talk to on the phone?"

"Old man."

"What have you been talking about?"

"He told me that the reporter asked you what our relationship is, and you said it was love, but you didn't care how they defined this kind of love."

"You think I'm wrong?"

Fang Mufeng let out a "huh" and shook his head: "I want to tell you that I also have my own definition, does the teacher want to listen?"

Yan Huanchao stopped what he was doing, turned to look at him: "Let's listen."

Fang Mufeng looked into his eyes seriously: "You."

"Ok?"

"Yan Huanchao," Fang Mufeng said again, "This is my definition of love."

Yan Huanchao looked at him and smiled.

"I like that definition."

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Against surrogacy, be it the characters or the author himself.

The thick and long story on the spur of the moment, finally wrote about coming out, although it is only a short paragraph, forgive the author for being fickle.

I wrote this episode purely because I feel that any relationship is not perfect. The novel seems to be happy ending, but in fact it is never ending.Therefore, there will always be times of uneasiness or entanglement, and there will always be some small episodes, especially Mu Feng, who has an insecure personality.

Every time I write a special episode for Teacher Yan and Mu Feng, I always feel that this will be the last one, but I may have new ideas after a while, so I am not sure whether there will be another special episode in the future.Who knows, time keeps going forward, and anything can happen, but I always believe that everyone in my works is living brilliantly.

Finally, I wish a happy new year.