Blooming on the ground

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Yan Jingshan had cold eyes and a cold face, and inspected Fang Mufeng.

The person in front of him looks somewhat similar to his uncle at first glance, especially when he has a cold face, but no matter how similar he is, the fake will never be real.Besides, they are all bed-climbing things that hang around Yan Huanchao in the name of seeking favor. Yan Jingshan has seen a lot over the years, and there is nothing special about Fang Mufeng, it's just a vase that can't stand scrutiny.

Fang Mufeng's smile remained unchanged, his hand was still in mid-air, and he didn't get a response for a long time. It seemed that President Yan made it clear that he wanted to embarrass him.

He is too aware of Yan Jingshan's awkward and dark thoughts. It is inevitable for a person to indulge in the unbearable suffering for too long and refuse to reconcile with himself.

It was just a whim today, I wanted to poke Yan Jingshan's Achilles' heel, to make him feel the pain too.Compared with the pain in his previous life, this discomfort is nothing but nothing.

The two of them were in a stalemate like this, and Yan Huanchao saw this scene.

He stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pressed down Mu Feng's tired hand, but didn't let go, he clenched it and put it on his back. Fang Mufeng was dragged slightly to the back, just in time to be blocked by Yan Huanchao for almost half of his body.

Fang Mufeng was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that an expert outside the world would get involved in such matters.

"Propaganda, it's about time to start." Yan Huanchao said indifferently, and turned his head to glance at Yan Jingshan.

Yan Jingshan read the warning from this glance, and his face became darker immediately.He just snubbed Fang Mufeng a little bit, and before he even had time to do anything, Yan Huanchao had already shown a protective stance.

This kind of Yan Huanchao is very strange, he has always managed his emotions very well, and he is very tolerant and even indulgent to his nephew, but today he broke his golden body for others.

Xuan Nian naturally wouldn't let the atmosphere freeze, he smiled and said, "There will be filming later, Mr. Yan might as well take a look."

Yan Jingshan's heart was full of awkwardness and unhappiness, but it was inconvenient to be too explicit in front of Yan Huanchao, so he left after a short stay.

Fang Mufeng let out a sigh of relief, but didn't feel the slightest pleasure of revenge.In his impression, Yan Jingshan is decisive in the shopping malls, and must firmly grasp the dominance in the love field. How could it be like today, with concerns about gains and losses written on his face undisguisedly, and all his emotions and sorrows follow him.

That's obviously what he had in front of Yan Jingshan in the past.

Although he and Yan Jingshan are not in the same way, and they will definitely not get together in this life, but the mistakes they made in their relationship are similar, that is, they are always clinging to the person they can't get.

Unexpectedly, one day, Fang Mufeng would feel hurt towards Yan Jingshan.

Three days later, the shooting of the night scene was completed, and the role of the actress who played Fu Bai's mother came to an end.Xuan Nian invited the film crew to a nearby Chinese restaurant to eat hot pot at his own expense. Firstly, he saw off the old actor who was specially invited to star in the show. Secondly, because the progress of the film was faster than expected, he said that everyone has worked hard for the past two months. , please have a good meal today.

This kind of meal cannot be separated from the exchange of cups and cups. Fang Mufeng has experienced many similar meals in his previous life, and it is nothing new to experience stomach bleeding or unconsciousness after drinking.After getting asylum, no one dared to touch Mr. Yan's rebellious scales, so he naturally never went to such dinners again.

After going around and back to the original point, Fang Mufeng didn't have any negative emotions because of this gap.Freedom comes at a price, and if you choose a more difficult path, you must be prepared to endure hardships and repeated defeats.

Fang Mufeng, who was supposed to toast, didn't leave a single one behind. He was very open-minded and carefully weighed his body. He obviously didn't want to get drunk again and make trouble like last time.Seeing that he was drinking almost to the critical point, he escaped from the banquet by urinating, but actually went to the toilet to induce vomiting. After vomiting, he ran to the corner to seek peace for a while.

With a lighted cigarette in his mouth, he was blown in the wind like a sculpture for a while, motionless.After drinking, people's thinking is still a little slack, and many memories that are missing are also waiting for opportunities to emerge from all directions.

Six years of love and hatred have been engraved in his bones, so it is naturally impossible for him to completely extinguish the passion and completely turn the page.Regardless of past life or present, Fang Mufeng always kept this heartbreak frozen when he was sober, not allowing himself to show any fragility, and moving forward with indifference instead of sadness.Only at this moment when he was half drunk and his senses became dull, he was willing to let go of these emotions and memories, and then silently watched them wreak havoc.

The person in my memory squanders his love without hesitation, cuts off the root of love cleanly, can give him the only love and protection, turns his head and tears up a portrait of Yan Huanchao because of his emotional outburst, and slaps him without hesitation down.Yan Jingshan said coldly, you are just a counterfeit, how can you compare with him.

It was at that moment that Fang Mufeng came to his senses. Yan Jingshan taught him how to draw, how to shoot arrows and darts, and how to have fun with men. It's because of the same person.

That person is not him.

The book says that the greatest torture in the world is to be in love with contempt at the same time.

Fang Mufeng didn't know whether Yan Jingshan had ever loved him or not.He only knew that the saddest thing about the other party was that he clearly despised him as a counterfeit, and despised himself who had to rely on counterfeit products to live, but he could only hold on to this counterfeit, doing everything he could to keep him in the Be there, as if he really loves him and can't live without him.

Another unsuccessful attempt to escape, Fang Mufeng picked up the scissors and pointed it at his face for a while, trying to cut him directly but was stopped.

He resisted all kinds of pain in his heart, and smiled brighter: "Mr. Yan, do you think I am not even qualified to control my own body? How dare you hurt this face that resembles him."

The only response to him was cold violence. They lost their hearts, love, and chaos, just like the most primitive beasts biting each other on the wilderness called desire. Either you die or I die.

Fang Mufeng's hands were tied to the head of the bed, and he was penetrated deep again and again, his whole body was covered with shocking marks, like a nameless bronze statue that had been tortured and weathered by time. Rust on the bronze statue.

When the pain reached its peak, he didn't feel any more pain. There was neither sadness nor joy in his heart. His eyes stopped for a long time on the ceiling with the painting of the Virgin Mary and angels, and he inexplicably thought of another question about love.

Then he really asked, and the hoarse voice made a very soft voice, just enough for the two of them to barely hear.

"Yan Jingshan, do you love me or possessive?"

Yan Jingshan was in the dark and couldn't see his expression clearly. He was silent for a while, and asked back: "Is this very important?"

"Oh, it's not important anymore."

A miserable smile appeared on Fang Mufeng's pale face, he closed his eyes, and let himself fall into the boundless abyss.

A cigarette was burned to the end, and the cold wind blown it away without taking two puffs.

Fang Mufeng pulled his thoughts back to reality, knocked out a new cigarette from the cigarette case, and lit it again.

"Do a full set of dramas." Just as Fang Mufeng was thinking about things without bounds, a mellow and pleasant male voice suddenly floated above his head, from far to near, and finally stopped in his ear, "It's okay to pretend to be drunk."

Yan Huanchao stood shoulder to shoulder with him, turned his face to meet his eyes.

Fang Mufeng's expression froze, and the cigarette ash immediately fell to the ground. He felt like a bad student who was caught smoking secretly, and wanted to snuff out the cigarette butt in his hand.

Yan Huanchao said lightly: "It's okay, you can smoke."

Fang Mufeng was not too pretentious, and took two more puffs.Cigarettes are cheap ones that can be found in small street shops. It is the brand he has smoked since he came to Beicheng. It tastes spicy and choking.All of a sudden, his heart sucked violently, and he coughed a few times due to choking.

Yan Huan looked at him for a long time, and then showed that weird and pretty smile. The smile overflowed from his deep eyes, and his handsome face seemed to be coated with a layer of soft light.

For a minute, Fang Mufeng's mind was blank, the lit cigarette was held between his fingers, and the curl of smoke passed Yan Huanchao's deep eyes that wanted to suck people in.

Yan Huanchao's handsome face was faintly visible in the smoke, and he asked Fang Mufeng how the smoke tasted.

Fang Mufeng stared straight at him, as if bewitched, he wanted to take out the cigarette case and hand him a cigarette.

Before the action could happen, Yan Huanchao stretched out a hand to cover the back of his head, and kissed him through the wisps of smoke.The two lips were held and sucked softly, and the teeth were pried open immediately.The smell of tobacco is hot and scalding, penetrating through the cracks of the lips to the entire mouth.

Fang Mufeng didn't resist, holding the burning smoke with one hand, he closed his eyes to welcome the kiss.

At the moment when his lips touched, Fang Mufeng felt that reality and drama were reversed and confused. Although he was sometimes inseparable from drama during this period, he was not as confused and sober as he is at this moment.He didn't know whether it was Guan Minghang or Fang Mufeng who was kissing the other side, but he was sure that it was Yan Huanchao who was kissing him.

Only this person understands such a provocative emotion, the kiss is shallow and deep, indistinct, with the tip of his tongue in his mouth jokingly circling and stirring, like a gentle wind and drizzle hitting the skin to cause a tremor, then turning but not Loot and sweep mercilessly.

The lips and teeth of the two are slightly separated, face to face next to each other, and they can feel each other's breath.Yan Huanchao raised his hand to caress Fang Mufeng's face. Starting from the eyebrows, his slender fingers slid across the bridge of his nose and lips, and brushed over his Adam's apple and collarbone.

Fang Mufeng was a little out of breath from the kiss, and the place where he was touched was numb and itchy, the scenes of the passionate scenes they had filmed flashed through his head, his heart was still confused, but his body approached unconsciously.

Nothing to love or liking, just desire and instinct.

Until Yan Huanchao's hand slipped to his chest and lower abdomen, and he was about to go downstream, Fang Mufeng suddenly woke up, and subconsciously took a step back to open the distance between them.

He raised his face to look at Yan Huanchao, his eyes showed a rare soft emotion outside the scene, like desire or nostalgia, but soon returned to calm and unwavering.

Maybe he couldn't react for a while when he was deeply involved in the play, or his reason temporarily succumbed to his desires. No matter what the reason was, Fang Mufeng knew that this embarrassing situation was more or less caused by his intentional connivance.

Originally, a single man, you love me, it is understandable for a single man to cross the line under the influence of ambiguous atmosphere and alcohol. The fault is that Fang Mufeng knew that he was interested in him, but he was teased while categorically rejecting him.It's as if he was deliberately seducing Yan Huanchao, and now it's just up for grabs and playing hard to get.

Fang Mufeng cleared his throat, stubbed out the cigarette in his hand in a panic, and then knocked out a new one from the cigarette case.

After a second thought, he remembered the kiss that still had a lingering lingering flavor——Yan Huanchao tasted the smell of cheap tobacco from his lips. grinding illusion.