Blooming on the ground

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After the end, Yan Huanchao got up from Fang Mufeng's body, and the other party just looked at him so scorchingly, his dark eyes ignited with fire.

Fang Mufeng obviously came prepared for the scene just now, and his state is more focused and devoted than ever before, using all his cultivation base and refusing to give up.

From the first time the two of them filmed each other to now, in less than three months, Fang Mufeng has made visible progress.Every scene has something to gain, and the next scene has surprises.

A living foal that refuses to admit defeat, even though it has fallen behind for a while, it is still trying to catch up from behind non-stop, and it wants to win for you.

Yan Huanchao couldn't help showing a smile: "The acting was good."

It was not Fang Mufeng's goal to get anyone's admiration, but when he heard this sentence from Yan Huanchao's mouth, he was still slightly taken aback.

The last item on today's plan is Fang Mufeng's one-man show.

In the middle of the night, Guan Minghang, wearing only a pair of white boxers, stood up and opened the window. The dry and cold north wind blew into the room, and the curtains were opened and closed.

In the camera, his delicate face appeared and disappeared. Guan Minghang skillfully knocked out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and stood by the window to smoke it.

He fixed his eyes on a certain place in the distance, which happened to be in the direction of the billboard that he told Fu Bai that he would climb up sooner or later. His eyes didn't show any waves, but the back of his hand holding the smoke to his lips was slightly bulging. , as if deliberately controlling one's own emotions.

Xuan Nian stared at Fang Mufeng in a daze, his performance made Xuan Nian inexplicably touched, as if going back to a certain point in the past, the person in front of him was Guan Minghang in reality.

The time in the movie is almost the same as in reality, both in late winter and early spring.It rained for a while today, and the temperature dropped again. Fang Mufeng was exposed to the wind for a long time in front of the window with his upper body naked. His face was pale and his lips were purple, as if he was very cold.But he didn't say a word of coldness throughout the whole process, and worked hard to complete the scene.

Xuan Nian saw it, and when he finished shooting this one, he took his coat and put it on Fang Mufeng himself: "You performed very well today, go to the heater to warm up."

As soon as Zhao Qing was ordered to wait by the side, he handed Fang Mufeng a warm water bag as soon as the play was over, and poured another cup of moderately warm water to warm him up.

Fang Mufeng was still in Guan Minghang's mood, subconsciously thanked the outside help softly, but his face was a little indifferent, and he didn't take the water and warm water bottle from Zhao Qing's end, he just tightened his coat and went to the monitor to check Talented performance.

Xuan Nian felt that something was wrong with his mood, and accompanied him to watch the replays over and over again.He could foresee that Fang Mufeng would reach this stage sooner or later. In the past week, after he called cut, Fang Mufeng did this from time to time and the frequency became more and more frequent.Like his acting method of integrating self and character, the more he invests in the part of himself in the later stage of filming, the more difficult it is to extricate himself.

Fang Mufeng was quiet for a while, and then his face seemed to improve.

Xuan Nian asked him what he was thinking just now, or what Guan Minghang was thinking while standing in front of the window.

In the script, he simply wrote that Guan Minghang was standing by the window smoking a cigarette and looking towards the direction of the dream billboard, but the distance was too far to see anything.

Fang Mufeng was silent for a while, and said: "He wants to see farther, but when he looks out of the window of the handshake building, all he can see is a few clothes hanging on the balcony of the opposite building. He and Fu Bai have different expectations of life. Fu Bai can accept a stable life in the fishpond after his fall, but Guan Minghang, he would rather die on the beach crawling to the sea."

"Love is just love," he added at last. "The self is a great abyss, and love can never fill the void of self-actualization."

Hearing this understanding of the role, Xuan Nian first showed surprise, then put his elbows on his knees, looked at Guan Minghang in the picture and was silent for a long time.

Early in the morning, Fang Mufeng rode his bicycle to the set as usual.After getting off the car, I went to the dressing room, and saw a middle-aged man with a slightly hunched back and sloppy clothes hovering outside the door, looking furtive like a thief. He grabbed a passing staff member and asked, Where is the protagonist Fang Mufeng in this film?

The other party pointed to the dressing room not far ahead.

Fang Mufeng turned around and left without thinking much, but the man called him by his name directly from behind, and he couldn't help but pause.

The man slowly stepped forward to block his way, and his face covered with flesh and spots came into view immediately: "You don't say hello to your stepfather?"

Fang Mufeng has been blocking all kinds of harassing messages from this bastard recently, anticipating that he will come to his door sooner or later.He immediately thought of the time before, when Luo Tian suddenly mentioned his family abnormally, it seemed that this bastard would find this place, maybe he did some tricks to get words from Luo Tian.

Moreover, Feng Qiang's time bomb was thrown in front of him earlier than in his previous life.

Fang Mufeng wanted to speak, only to find Zhao Qingyi standing not far away, walking towards him and nodding politely: "Morning, Mr. Fang."

"Morning." Fang Mufeng greeted calmly.

Zhao Qingyi turned a corner on Feng Qiang without a trace of his eyes, as if he was a little puzzled by this stranger, Feng Qiang was also wantonly observing the gentle man in front of him.

Fang Mufeng looked straight at him frankly: "Is there anything else?"

As soon as Zhao Qing withdrew his gaze, he smiled gracefully and said, "Please go ahead, Mr. Fang, and see you on the set."

Fang Mufeng watched Zhao Qingyi go away. He was worried that there would be staff passing by from time to time, and there were many people talking, so he pushed open the door of the dressing room and motioned Feng Qiang to go in.

The door was vaguely covered, and Feng Qiang, with his hands behind his back like a master, paced leisurely around the dressing room, reaching out to touch this and that from time to time, as if the whole dressing room was very interesting.

Fang Mufeng watched indifferently, and his tone was also light: "What are you doing here?"

Feng Qiang's answer was wrong: "Who was that person just now? It seems that the background is not simple."

Fang Mufeng raised his hand and looked at his watch. The makeup artist would come in half an hour. Before that, he had to deal with this trouble quickly, so he repeated the question again.

Feng Qiang seemed to believe that Fang Mufeng was controlled by him, and he was still showing off: "Is this your attitude?"

Fang Mufeng was expressionless, and stared at him coldly: "What are you doing here?"

Feng Qiang had already expected his indifferent attitude, so he didn't take it seriously, but instead smiled slyly: "You are all big stars who can put on airs, and they have no background and have never studied acting. It's not easy to stand out, just not I know what tricks you played..."

He dragged out his tone maliciously, and when he spoke, his wicked eyes glanced back and forth at Fang Mufeng wantonly.

Fang Mufeng knew all too well what this trash was pretending to be in. He looked calm on the surface, but unconsciously clenched his fists, his nails deeply embedded in his palm.

Feng Qiang took advantage of his words, and finally agreed to explain the purpose of coming after a long talk. He showed five fingers: "5000 million, I will receive it within a week."

Fang Mufeng replied simply, with two words: "No."

Feng Qiang smiled: "Who are you kidding? You have acted in so many TV dramas, and now you can still play in movies with Yan Huanchao's level of actor, how can you not have this number?"

Fang Mufeng still said the same thing: "No."

Feng Qiang showed his back trick: "Then see you tomorrow on the headlines? Is it because well-known entertainers ungrateful and refused to support their parents, their nude photos exposed to men in their early years, or their mother suspected of sitting on the stage when they were young. How about we take it one by one slowly? Let's make a long series and broadcast it every day." There are pictures and the truth, I think it must be so hot that many media are rushing to ask for it."

Fang Mufeng knew very well what kind of eyes he was looking at Feng Qiang now. If he had a knife in his hand, Feng Qiang might have died on the spot.He had wanted to do this for a long time, and if he really wanted to do it, the knife would have pierced his heart, causing blood to flow from holes all over his body.

He looked directly at Feng Qiang for a while, his eyes were like ice balls, and he threw out word by word: "Okay, you go."

Feng Qiang didn't expect Fang Mufeng to react like this, and his complexion changed instantly: "You, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Can't understand people's words? I'll let you break the news and see what you can get for ruining my future." Fang Mufeng stood still, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "Why are you so confident? If you send it out, there will be media Dare to publish it? Even if you have the ability to blow it out, I rely on big companies and have plenty of money to do crisis public relations. I turn around and portray myself as a little white flower who has been squeezed by unscrupulous parents for a long time and has suffered misery to win sympathy. As for you, if you molested minors, violated privacy, maliciously blackmailed you, and failed to pay your debts, you’re going to go to jail.”

Feng Qiang's throat rolled up and down a few times, his face was like earth, and he stared at him with his eyes. He was so angry that he laughed out loud: "Okay, you are capable, and you know how to threaten me instead. But you know, the dog is anxious You can also bite people, do you really think that your little words of scaring children can scare me?"

Unexpectedly, he leaned over, breathed hot air into Fang Mufeng's ear, and at the same time stretched out his arms to touch his buttocks.After not seeing this gadget for many years, he still feels cold, and his whole body exudes an aura that strangers should not get close to, but the longer the body and the face, the more attractive he is, and he suddenly sincerely regrets why he didn't do it more often.

"It's okay, let's spend it slowly," he continued in a self-satisfied manner, his disgusting smile enlarged infinitely, and his hands became more and more restless, "I haven't touched you for so many years, I didn't expect it, the longer the better, your fan Do you know that the thing you are obsessed with is good at seducing men, and you have been crushed by men since you were a teenager? Or are you using the skills I taught you to seduce other men now?"

Feng Qiangzhi was complacently immersed in his own world, Fang Mufeng turned his face to look at him, and found that this person's face was even more odious - there was nothing to see on his face, his eyeballs were cloudy, and his eyes were dark and thick. Showing a mouth full of yellow teeth, the full ten devils opened their bloody mouths.

The nightmares of his childhood swept over again, his head was full of the bastard words Feng Qiang said about the nasty things he did back then, and the long-unhealed wounds in his body were bleeding again.The eyebrow trimming knife on the table was shining coldly, and Fang Mufeng's eyes touched it, and all the violent factors in his body were instantly awakened.

He was completely unaware that his gaze seemed to be poisoned at the moment, with red sockets and cracked canthus. At the same time, he reached out to touch the eyebrow trimming knife and clenched it tightly. The sharp blade was pressed against his palm, and blood was seen instantly.

Fang Mufeng didn't realize it, and he tightened up a little bit, blood oozing from his fingers.

There was only one thought left in his mind, to kill this bastard, even if it cost his own life.

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How easy it is for a person to misunderstand his contempt for himself as a need for love... The greatness of love is that it can cover the void of one's existence, and the smallness of love is that it can only cover this void.For solving the smallness of self, love is just a counterfeit currency... So love has become a refuge for mediocrity, so love has been mass-produced as a labor-intensive product.After all, it is too difficult for a person to change himself, and it is even more difficult to change others. The only thing that is easy to change is the relationship between oneself and others.

——Liu Yu

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