Blooming on the ground

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Fang Mufeng looked at Yan Huanchao, not sure what the other party meant by "jumping out".

Yan Huanchao leaned casually by the window, and turned his gaze to him. A gust of wind outside the window blew his hair, and he suddenly asked, "Have you ever liked anyone?"

Fang Mufeng was slightly taken aback, thinking that the other party felt that he was too nervous, and deliberately chatted with him to relax, so he replied: "No."

It was a matter of liking Yan Jingshan in the previous life, and no one would like it in this life. Even if they did, it would be difficult to regain the feeling of throwing themselves out, he thought to himself.

Yan Huanchao smiled when he heard the words, the smile was a bit narrow and unspeakably beautiful, he lazily stretched out a hand to Fang Mufeng: "Come closer."

Fang Mufeng became more and more unable to see what kind of medicine the other party was selling in the gourd, but he obeyed and took two steps closer.

Unexpectedly, Yan Huanchao grabbed his wrist and pulled him directly in front of him.

The two were so close that they could even feel each other's breath.

Fang Mufeng was startled at first, and then he saw a bit of playfulness in Yan Huanchao's eyes.He held his breath slightly, feeling Yan Huanchao's slender and cold fingers slowly sliding down his wrist, caressing the back of his hand, finally passing between his five fingers, and then separating his fingers one by one.

Although he was sure that the other party would not do anything excessive in front of so many people, Fang Mufeng's heart still jumped a few times inappropriately.

Then he saw Yan Huanchao smiled again, his tone was as natural as an afternoon chat, and asked him softly: "Then... will it seduce people?"

Fang Mufeng couldn't answer for a while, but shook his head instinctively.

Yan Huanchao's smiling eyes fell on his face, and he said word by word: "I'll teach you."

Fang Mufeng thought in a daze that he had heard wrong, and subconsciously wanted to pull his hand away, but found that Yan Huanchao's fingers were entwined with him even more tightly, and looked at him with a serious expression.

"Mouth ulcer? Where is it?" Yan Huanchao's voice was as soft as his gaze. As soon as he spoke, Fang Mufeng suddenly felt that no one around him existed, and he returned to the two-person world of Fu Bai and Guan Minghang in the movie.

Fang Mufeng thought that the other party was going to complete the play with him again, so he quickly settled down and said Guan Minghang's lines: "I don't know, it hurts, can you help me see?"

Without saying a word, Yan Huanchao grabbed Fang Mufeng's fingers and traced the contours of the two thin lips as if nothing, then pried open Fang Mufeng's teeth, and clasped his jaw with his other free hand, with a gentle yet strong tone Say, "Open your mouth."

Fang Mufeng's face was twisted, and he could only open his mouth half-obediently and half-forced. He felt Yan Huanchao put his fingers into his mouth, traced a circle along the edge of his inner teeth with his fingertips, and then began to warm and moisten his mouth. Slowly groping the walls of his mouth.

These are not in the script. Fang Mufeng hid back out of instinct, but Yan Huanchao immediately put his arms around his waist and grabbed him back.

"How does it feel to touch you like this..." Yan Huanchao spoke slowly, and his gaze was like a damp path leading to seclusion, where desires intertwine and grow.As he spoke, he seemed to fiddle with his fingertips around the tip of his tongue on purpose, the movements and rhythms were imaginative, "What if that's the case?"

Fang Mufeng's thoughts were completely confused, and he didn't care to cooperate with Yan Huanchao to continue the performance, but he was led by the nose helplessly.

The saliva could not be swallowed for a long time, and overflowed from the corner of the mouth along their overlapping fingers.The salivating appearance made Fang Mufeng quite embarrassed. He turned his face sideways, deliberately avoiding Yan Huanchao's playful gaze.

At this point, he finally realized that Yan Huanchao was helping him find his emotions, teaching him how to seduce himself.

"Okay, that's it!" Xuan Nian clapped his hands twice, interrupting their free practice in a timely manner, "Adjust and adjust, let's wait for the official shooting."

With saliva sticking to his hand, Yan Huanchao took the paper towel handed over by Zhao Qingyi and wiped it off. His expression became calm again, and he walked away from Fang Mufeng.

The aftertaste of the ambiguity and desire just now still lingered in Fang Mufeng's heart. He stood still for half a minute before remembering to dry the cold saliva on his fingers.

It was too late to return to the rental house after finishing the shooting trip. Fang Mufeng closed his eyes and stood in front of the shower, letting the hot water pour down his head and face, thinking about things amidst the splashing water.

Today, Yan Huanchao demonstrated how to seduce himself, and he quickly found the feeling. He passed the scene within three rules, but he didn't have the slightest sense of accomplishment.

No matter what their off-screen relationship is, as long as Yan Huanchao stands in front of the camera, he is Fu Bai himself, and he has the ability to persuade Fang Mufeng to believe that he is Guan Minghang.

Outside the play, Fang Mufeng doesn't want to succumb to Yan Huanchao's liking, and outside of the play, he doesn't want to be passive all the time—since Yan Huanchao can do it, so can he, and Fang Mufeng doesn't know where he got the energy to be angry with the other party.

After taking a shower, he was lying on the bed with wet hair when his assistant Luo Tian called.Luo Tian hadn't looked for Fang Mufeng much these days, he wanted to know how he was doing, but didn't want to disturb his acting, so every time he sent a message to confirm that he was off the show, and then called.

The two chatted about each other, and when they were about to hang up, Luo Tian suddenly said without thinking: "Mu Feng, you see we have known each other for so long, you don't seem to talk about your family much, do you..."

Hearing the word "family", Fang Mufeng couldn't help frowning: "Is it something?"

"It's nothing..." Luo Tian noticed that his voice was a bit displeased, and quickly made amends for himself, "It's nothing else, it's just that we have known each other for so many years, and you are the same person."

Fang Mufeng was dubious but didn't ask any more questions. He was silent for a few seconds and said, "Isn't there still you?"

The other side of the phone immediately quieted down, followed by a series of simple and honest laughter. Luo Tian had laughed enough, and finally told him to take care of his health, and said that if he felt that the food of the crew was not good and wanted to add another meal, he would call him and promise to cook for nine immediately. A big gui pot of beautiful soup is delivered.

Luo Tian's mouth was probably open, as soon as he mentioned the crew's food, the crew's food became extremely rich at noon the next day, and more than a dozen dining cars drove over.When the shooting in the morning came to an end, a buffet was set up on the scene, which seemed to be a big battle.

In order to maintain a thin body, Fang Mufeng has eaten very little every day since joining the group, and basically does not touch high-calorie foods.Several crew members invited him over to eat, but he declined all of them.

On weekdays, the person in charge of his makeup and hair is a very juicy elder sister, very talkative, and Fang Mufeng got acquainted within a few days.She persuasively persuaded: "I really don't want to eat, I'm afraid that if you diet like this every day, you will lose your appearance."

"It's okay, I'm not hungry," Fang Mufeng glanced at the place where the crew members gathered, "I'm not going to get food, it will be gone later."

The stylist curled her lips: "It's boring to be crowded, let's talk about it later." Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered something: "You know, today's dining car is said to be called by Dongbo Shaodong's family, and it's from this movie. One of the investors, the shot is really generous, but how can I not support my own movie, you are right."

Fang Mufeng was peeling the boiled eggs, his heart trembled, and his hands trembled uncontrollably a few times, but his expression was well controlled, and after a few seconds, he replied in a neutral tone: "Oh, is it? "

Seeing that he was not interested in this topic, the stylist gave up and went over there to get food.

It's a blessing, not a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided. Fang Mufeng always thinks so, so he won't think about things before they come, and he won't be afraid of them when they come.

For example, now, if there is no accident, he will see Yan Jingshan again later, the Yan Jingshan who made him foolishly stand in for six years and abandoned him when he was dying.But there has been a lifetime of separation between them, even if they meet, they are face-to-face strangers, just strangers.

A black Phantom stopped at the entrance of the studio, and a tall and handsome man got out of the car, with a young face, dressed in a well-tailored dark casual suit, and took off his tie, showing a calm and introverted demeanor.Although he is dressed in a low-key and simple manner, with almost no luxury items, it can be seen from his temperament and demeanor that his identity is not simple.

To say that Yan Huanchao is a real beauty, his nephew Yan Jingshan is not inferior in comparison.

Gradually, many staff members gathered around the studio, all of whom came to take a look at Dong Bo's young master's house.But no matter in the previous life or the present life, six years ago or now, Fang Mufeng can always recognize Yan Jingshan from the crowd at a glance.When he first met Yan Jingshan six years ago, the moment his eyes met, he felt familiar. Later, he realized that the inexplicably familiar feeling was the "love at first sight" that is so famous in love movies. Then give it with your heart.

Now, he still finds Yan Jingshan familiar, and uncontrollably flashes the bits and pieces that he and Yan Jingshan have had in his mind, from the rush of feasting to the last sight in the fire on the set.He saw Yan Jingshan in the crowd, and returned him to the crowd. Those memories are only a few months away, but they are already a lifetime.

Fang Mufeng's palms were sweating slightly, and his heartbeat was as clear as a drum.

It's hard for him to describe the strange feeling at this moment. He obviously saw Yan Jingshan a few months ago as a man who was about to enter middle age, but a few months later, the other party returned to the appearance he first met.The memories of the six years in between belonged exclusively to Fang Mufeng. Only he knew all the ins and outs, remembering their love, hatred, and resentment, but the person in front of him was completely blank about it, and lost the opportunity to know and re-experience those six years, because Fang Mufeng no longer intends to repeat his mistakes.

Fang Mufeng hated any thought that he couldn't live without anyone, even though his heart was still aching for Yan Jingshan, he still didn't allow himself to waste a second of emotion for him.

He just stopped and glanced, turned around and left.