Blooming on the ground

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A knock on the door stopped the crime.

A tall and slender figure appeared in front of the door. Yan Huanchao and Fang Mufeng looked at each other, and their eyes moved down slightly. A pair of eyes as bright as blades seemed to be able to see everything.

Fang Mufeng immediately recovered from this dazed state, took a few breaths, his cold brows and eyes that had faded from the murderous intent could not hide his helpless look at this moment.

Yan Huan frowned, looked at his clenched hands and looked at him again, there seemed to be anger in his originally calm eyes.

Fang Mufeng was a little puzzled, and followed his gaze to look at his right hand. The palm of his hand was cut a lot, and the eyebrow trimmer and cuff were stained red. .He took a deep breath to hold back the pain, and hid his hand and the knife behind his back as if nothing happened.

After being silent for a while, Feng Qiang came to his senses first, and interrupted: "Yo, I know this, Yan Huanchao, Yan Daying, is famous."

Yan Huanchao pulled his attention away from Fang Mufeng and stretched out his right hand: "Hello."

Feng Qiang held his hand and said with a smile, "I am Fang Mufeng's stepfather, Feng Qiang."

After Yan Huanchao listened, he glanced at Fang Mufeng over him: "Did you bother the two of you? The director wants to explain today's shooting to Mufeng."

"We didn't say anything. It's not easy for this child to be out alone, so I came to visit the class. I'll go back first and not disturb your work." Feng Qiang said that he was moved.

Fang Mufeng didn't want others to know about his affairs, so he suppressed the nausea welling up in his throat, and turned his eyes away and said nothing.

Yan Huanchao put everything in his eyes and smiled slightly: "Qingyi, send Mr. Feng out."

Zhao Qing was waiting by the door early in the morning, and said: "Mr. Feng, this way please."

Feng Qiang was ignorant of the danger of talent, and thought that Fang Mufeng was defeated and he had a chance to win, so he left with Zhao Qingyi without refusing.

He became addicted to acting, and before leaving, he never forgot to say affectionately: "Ah Feng, Uncle will come to see you someday."

Only Fang Mufeng and Yan Huanchao were left in the dressing room.

Fang Mufeng put on a relaxed expression, and made an excuse to slip away: "I'll go see Xuandao."

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew that he was stupid. What Yan Huanchao just said was obviously an excuse to help him out. He was dazzled by emotions, and he didn't react for a while.

Yan Huanchao didn't speak, grabbed Fang Mufeng's wrist, and spread his hand in front of his eyes.

The bloody eyebrow trimming knife then slid down from the palm of his hand and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

"Sit down and wait here." Yan Huanchao ordered in a bad tone, turning around and walking out of the dressing room with a sense of indifference.

After the attempt to vent his hostility, Fang Mufeng froze like a discouraged ball, and sat on a chair waiting for Yan Huanchao.

It wasn't the first time something like this happened, and he seemed to be born with masochistic tendencies.Whether Feng Qiang bullied him before, was sold to a rich young master by his former agent, or Yan Jingshan imprisoned him later, his first reaction was to fight back at the cost of hurting himself, and to die together.Even when he was acting, he never cared about whether he was hurt emotionally or physically.

He is really stupid, Fang Mufeng sneered in his heart, even if he doesn't feel sorry for himself, how can he expect someone to lick his wounds.

After thinking wildly like this for a long time, Yan Huanchao turned back with the medicine box, sat in front of him and carefully disinfected it with iodophor, without saying a word, his eyes were covered by thick eyelashes, and he didn't know that the inexplicable anger just subsided Is it gone?

He bandaged it very meticulously, probably considering that he will be shooting later, he didn't wrap the entire palm with gauze, and stuck a waterproof dressing on the wound, so that the back of the hand can be blocked when shooting.

After the wound was treated, Yan Huanchao asked him what he was thinking when he took the knife just now.

Fang Mufeng couldn't say that he would sculpt eyebrows for his ugly stepfather, that would be nonsense that no one would believe.So he chose not to explain, and looked straight at Yan Huanchao with a pair of black grape-like eyes, and the two faced each other in their eyes.

Yan Huanchao got the answer in silence. He showed helplessness and said, "Remember what I told you, don't set yourself up."

Fang Mufeng vaguely remembered that he did say something like jade fragments before, but he was not a treasure handed down from generation to generation, an ordinary person with all kinds of emotions and six desires, naturally there were hurdles and moments that he couldn't get over.He doesn't expect others to understand his impulsiveness and surlyness, and he doesn't want anyone to feel sorry for him.

After a while, Yan Huanchao suddenly reached out to touch his head and asked him, "Do you need my help?"

Fang Mufeng avoided his hand indiscriminately: "I appreciate Teacher Yan's kindness, it's not what you think."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huanchao lightly touched Fang Mufeng's injured area with his fingers, and said nothing.

After that day, that shameless Feng Qiang started pestering and harassing him under the guise of visiting the class, relying on the fact that he had nude photos and videos of him when he was a teenager, shamelessly relying on them.

On the surface, Fang Mufeng let it go, but in fact he was thinking about how to solve this matter once and for all. Before that, it would not be wise to tear the face off with Feng Qiangzhen.He is not afraid of coercion at all as he said, if the video and nude photos are really spread, he is not sure whether Xing Chuan and his manager Sheng Lan can and are willing to cover him for him.

In the final analysis, what maintains his relationship with the company and Sheng Lan is his interests.There is only one standard in the world, and that is to take one's own interests as the standard.With the same interests, it is natural to walk hand in hand to share wealth, but when interests conflict, he can always be an abandoned pawn.

However, apart from killing people to silence him, he couldn't find any way to completely shut Feng Qiang up with his own ability.A few days ago, he did have the idea of ​​killing someone, but after calming down, he didn't want to give this scumbag a rare and precious opportunity to be reborn.

In his previous life, Feng Qiang also threatened him to ask for money to repay the debt, but he also refused to give in.As a result, Feng Qiang fell into the trap set up by Yan Jingshan in advance, and was sent to the prison without a sound after a strong team of lawyers collected a lot of evidence.With Yan Jingshan's protection, his past was erased like chalk writing lightly, and he never heard any news about Feng Qiang again.

Sending Feng Qiang to prison, he can do it by himself, after all, this person has indeed broken the law.It’s just that there are risks in such rash actions—there is no impenetrable wall in the world. In the process, his family affairs and those nude photo videos are likely to be picked up by the media, and Feng Qiang may come out after not being locked up for a few years. It will entangle him again, and this trouble cannot be shaken off no matter what.

Now as long as he nods in agreement, this world can also easily solve this matter, and Yan Huanchao will generously protect him.But fleeing from one man's golden cage to another's private garden was no progress for him.

Under such pressure, Fang Mufeng frequently had nightmares at night.The dream was pitch black, he felt overwhelmed, his body was being torn apart and pierced through the severe pain, and there was a man panting beside his ear.He resisted the strong physical and psychological disgust, wanted to escape but couldn't escape, like falling into the boundless deep sea, those past events protruded from the dirty mud, entangled his hands, feet and neck, trying to pull him sinking.

This also directly affects the daytime shooting. Recently, Fang Mufeng's mood is not right, his state fluctuates, and frequent NGs drag down the crew's progress.

Xuan Nian realized that he was stuck in a bottleneck, and knew that it would not be good for the actor's mental state or film shooting if he continued to shoot like this, so he proposed to let him rest for two days, and advance the roles of Yan Huanchao and other supporting roles.

"You don't feel right now, adjust it in the next few days." He patted Fang Mufeng's shoulder and said.

Fang Mufeng propped his elbows on his knees, lowered his head: "Sorry."

He was already trying his best to control his emotions and minimize the impact of his personal affairs, but the more he struggled, the worse he became.

Although Xuan Nian has very strict requirements, he is not a director who regards actors as tools. He comforted him with a good temper: "It's normal to have ups and downs in the state, and the shooting progress is smoother than expected. It doesn't matter if it delays for a few days. Don't have too much psychological burden. .”

When the director left, Fang Mufeng turned his head and saw Yan Huanchao not far away. Coincidentally, Yan Huanchao was also staring at him.

Just now, a kiss scene was reshot a dozen times, and the lips of both of them were almost swollen from kissing.Xu Shi felt that others were not caring, and for the last time, Yan Huanchao bit his lips, and the pain caused him to wake up immediately.

While Xuan Nian called cut, he heard Yan Huanchao whisper in his ear: "You need me."

This time it is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

However, he still refused to enter, pursed his lips and stared: "I can solve it myself."

Yan Huan inserted his fingers into his hair and rubbed it, showing no extra expression, but it made people feel boundless gentleness and tolerance.

Fang Mufeng was the frog in the warm water, looking at Yan Huanchao standing outside the pot from a distance, watching him calmly add firewood to the fire, and control the fire with ease.This game depends on whether Yan Huanchao loses interest first, or whether he dies of weakness and surrender first.

After looking at each other briefly, Fang Mufeng looked away first, and immediately noticed another uneasy and kind gaze.Feng Qiang crouched in the corner of the studio to monitor him.

Seeing Fang Mufeng looking at him, Feng Qiang's triangular eyes turned between him and Yan Huanchao, and he smiled triumphantly, his face was very ugly.

Fang Mufeng was cold-hearted, and returned with a look of indifference.

The shooting ended early today, and Fang Mufeng returned to the dressing room.He tossed and turned last night and didn't sleep very well. He was exhausted physically and mentally, and he didn't even have the energy left to change clothes, so he sat down and leaned his head against the wall, and accidentally fell asleep in the dressing room.

About ten minutes later, Fang Mufeng woke up suddenly and almost fell off the chair. When he looked up, he saw his sleepy-eyed self in the mirror.

And at some point there was Yan Huanchao next to him, he sat quietly on the chair, looking back at Fang Mufeng through the mirror.

Yan Huanchao saw Fang Mufeng woke up, and said calmly, "Tired?"

Fang Mufeng shook his head.

Yan Huan turned to look at him, and after a while, he suddenly sighed softly: "Or is it because of my love for you that even caring makes you feel tired now?"

His eyes were calm and gentle, and Fang Mufeng's shadow was clearly reflected there.Fang Mufeng saw that even though he tried his best to control his expression, he couldn't hide his weak side such as hesitation, fatigue, and entanglement under his calm.He hates such a powerless self, hates Yan Huanchao who exposes these natural expressions and tries to control him, and even more hates this plot arrangement that he can't get rid of even if he is reborn.

In the final analysis, it was because he was not physically and mentally strong enough to prepare himself a medicine box for healing and a shelter to protect himself from the wind and rain.

"I..." Fang Mufeng and Yan Huanchao looked at each other for a long time, before they were stopped by the intruder who came suddenly.

"Hey, the power and sex deal between the big film king and the little star is really exciting." This yin and yang is strange, who else is there besides Feng Qiang.

"Mr. Yan..." Zhao Qingyi followed Feng Qiang in, panting, obviously trying to hold him back but failed.

Fang Mufeng's heart was lifted in an instant. He stood up and wanted to go forward, but was blocked by Yan Huanchao who got up almost at the same time.

"It turned out to be Mr. Feng." Yan Huanchao glanced at Zhao Qingyi who was still standing by the door in a daze, his eyes were still calm and indifferent.