Blooming on the ground

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At that time, the game entered a fierce stage. Both sides won one game each and evenly divided the game. The total number of rings in the first six rounds of the third game was even.

Although Fang Mufeng was slightly behind, he kept clenching, and his performance in every shot was surprisingly stable.

Everyone's nerves were tense with every arrow they made, and they didn't dare to breathe heavily.

Ying Xiangbing was also unexpectedly strong. At first Fang Mufeng thought that Ying Xiangbing was just for fun, but he didn't expect that he was also proficient.

But as long as the last arrow has not hit the target, Fang Mufeng feels that he still has a chance to win.

Until the seventh arrow, there was a subtle change in the anxious battle situation, Ying Xiangbing's psychology seemed to fluctuate briefly, and he shot a seven rings.After hearing the ring number reported by the machine, he dropped the bow in his hand to the ground with a stiff expression.

Fang Mufeng shot later, and also made a lot of mistakes. He only shot a slightly better eight rings, and the total number of rings is now the same as that of Ying Xiangbing.

There are only two arrows left to determine the final outcome.

With a heartbeat like a beating drum and a slightly faster breathing rhythm, Fang Mufeng didn't draw his bow and shoot the arrow immediately, but turned his head to find where Yan Huanchao was.I don't know the reason for this, anyway, it's just unconsciously.

This glance made him find Yan Jingshan who was beside Yan Huanchao, and their eyes intertwined in the air for a while.Yan Jingshan's eyes were deep and cold, and Fang Mufeng was sober and calm as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head and face.

He withdrew his gaze from Yan's uncle and nephew, put on a posture, took a deep breath, pressed down slightly to tighten his abdomen, and exhaled slowly and completely.

Yan Jingshan said that his uncle taught him archery, and then he taught Fang Mufeng the same way.

Fang Mufeng practiced hard for a long time to please him. Every time he used to draw the bow, it was only for Yan Jingshan, just as Yan Jingshan's bow was for Yan Huanchao.

From now on, Fang Mufeng will only lead the bow for himself.

Draw the bow and shoot the arrow, right in the heart.

His face was as sinking as water, with no intention of turmoil, he chased after the victory and shot the last shot, another beautiful ten ring.

The outcome was already decided, Fang Mufeng didn't show any obvious excitement, he just put down his bow and arrow, and walked slowly to Ying Xiangbing.

"Master Ying, I've accepted it," he said.

Ying Xiangbing's expression was stiff for a while, and he nodded reluctantly: "I would like to admit defeat."

I don't know which guy doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, and suddenly a voice burst out from the crowd: "Young Master Ying! Striptease!"

At this time, Yan Huanchao came out to smooth things over. He stretched out his arms to wrap around Fang Mufeng's waist, and asked him, "Do you really want to see Ying Shao do a striptease?"

Fang Mufeng turned his head to look at Yan Huanchao, knowing that the other party was looking for a step down for him and Ying Xiangbing.

Of course he didn't want to see Ying Xiangbing do some striptease, but he retaliated the humiliation with an eye for an eye, and he also guessed that Yan Huanchao would definitely not watch the situation get out of control.

Fang Mufeng didn't think that Yan Huanchao needed to give Ying Xiang some face, but that Yan Huanchao didn't want him to watch other men undress, especially men who had bad intentions towards him.

Fang Mufeng took the steps and walked down, said with a smile: "Of course not, it's just a joke, please don't mind."

Ying Xiangbing followed suit with a smile, although there was no smile on his face, he seemed generous and said, "Why don't you mind coming out to play."

The crowd who made a fuss just now shut up at the right time, and everyone just joked around, not wanting to really make a fuss or even offend Young Master Ying.

Yan Huanchao took advantage of the situation and said, "I don't want to thank Ying Shao for letting you go."

Fang Mufeng nodded: "I really want to thank you, but I have to give you a glass of respect."

A little beauty served two glasses of red wine sensibly, Yan Huanchao stepped aside and watched Fang Mufeng handle it by himself.

Fang Mufeng said thank you after taking it, then handed one of the glasses to Ying Xiangbing, and said with a smile: "I should have given me one less glass of wine before, and now I should also have one less."

Of course Ying Xiangbing understood that this was a sarcasm. He was not angry but found it more interesting. He took the glass of wine and drank it down. After it was over, he took a step closer and deliberately breathed alcohol on his face: "Baby If you get tired of being played by Yan Huanchao one day, you are welcome to come to me at any time, we will have a long time to come, huh?"

There is a reason why he treats Mu Feng differently and is tolerant again and again. He Ying Xiangbing never plays with other people's leftovers. The more you touch, the more surprises you get.

"If Shao Ying is willing to let me sleep, I'll think about it." Fang Mufeng fought back with a smile, resisting the nausea that went straight to his throat.

Yan Huanchao was right before, he really didn't need to break the jade, at least he didn't need to take his only life because of this disgusting thing.There are thousands of ways to deal with bastards, so why bother to show your will with death.

Ying Xiang Bing shrugged indifferently, and said in a rascal tone, "Okay, then I'll think about it too."

Everyone hurriedly changed the subject to adjust the atmosphere, and many handsome men and women surrounded Ying Xiangbing to comfort him, so that the young master would not be reconciled to losing and would make trouble again.

Ying Xiang Bing hugged left and right, and didn't act like he couldn't afford to lose.Soon there was another burst of laughter in the field. After the game, everyone was archery and chatting.

At this time, someone suggested that Yan Huanchao and Fang Mufeng also compete to see who is stronger.Everyone booed enthusiastically, saying that they wanted to see Yan Da's level of actor.

Fang Mufeng also felt that this proposal was good. With a smile in his eyes, he turned his head and saw Yan Huanchao watching him not far away, so he waved to him.

Yan Huanchao walked up to him calmly, a bunch of orange lights shone down above his head, making Yan Huanchao's eyes looking at him extraordinarily gentle.

Fang Mufeng was dazed, and paused for a few seconds before asking him: "They asked me to compete with you, what does Teacher Yan think?"

Yan Huanchao just laughed and asked him, "What's the bet?"

Xu Shi was in a good mood to win the game, Fang Mufeng didn't know what to do, and replied in a voice that they could only hear: "If I win, I will come back to Teacher Yan, how about it?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Huanchao shook his head, his expression seemed to be a little serious: "Not enough." Then he leaned into Fang Mufeng's ear and said softly, "Of course I can sleep as I want."

Fang Mufeng looked at him and asked, "What if I win?"

Yan Huanchao raised his hand and pinched his chin, with a smile in his words: "Then you can sleep how you want me to sleep, how?"

Fang Mufeng couldn't help smiling: "That's a good idea."

Yan Jingshan left without finishing the game, Ling Chuan, who was blinded by jealousy, couldn't bear it, and left without saying goodbye earlier.

Sitting in the car, the driver asked where he was going, Yan Jingshan said coldly after a while: "Go for a drive."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked out of the car window. Tall buildings passed by in his eyes, and the glass windows reflected figures.He saw himself, as if he saw the lonely boy many years ago.

In Yan's family, there is almost no room for useless children who are free-riding and hitchhiking. Everyone has to follow a fixed framework to grow into a predetermined appearance since birth, and any overgrown branches and leaves must be pruned immediately.

Yan Jingshan's father was not like this. He insisted on going to a remote area to support doctors, insisting on marrying a Cinderella who had no background, and for this reason completely severed ties with the Yan family.

Mr. Yan is a cruel and unfeeling character. He has really kept away from Yan Jingshan's father, even if his son and his wife both died unexpectedly, he would not come to see him for the last time.

So Yan Jingshan was taken back to Yan's family when he was ten years old.

This cold place has no sense of "home". The so-called family members are so busy making progress that it is difficult to get together for a meal all year round. Mr. Yan never comes to see him, and the servants are afraid of his identity and dare not say anything.

For quite a long time, he was alone, studying and missing his family filled his whole world, and he never said a word to others.

On a late summer afternoon, he finally couldn't restrain his strong yearning for his parents, couldn't stand this depressing place, and slipped away under the nose of the security guard.Unexpectedly, I wandered around in the villa area and couldn't get out, and finally broke into a private garden with birds singing and flowers scenting by mistake. The flowers, plants and trees here are not like Yan's family, which are neatly trimmed and unpopular, growing wanton and full of vitality.

A tall and thin young man was shooting arrows in the garden. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his posture was as graceful as a crane. Yan Jingshan was fascinated by it for a while.

Until that person walked towards him lightly, looked at him for a long time, and asked him, are you the new grandson of the Yan family?

Yan Jingshan was terrified, slipped and fell back among the flowers, and the faint woody fragrance surrounded him instantly.He raised his face, was dazzled by the beautiful young man in front of him, and was speechless for a long time.

The man couldn't get an answer to the question, so he joked with him, saying that you have crushed my rosemary and you will pay for it.

Yan Jingshan, a child, naturally believed it, and asked quickly, I have nothing, how can I pay for it?

"Then come and water the flowers every day," the man smiled, his eyebrows curved, and he was really pretty. "When the rosemary blooms, you can go."

Autumn is coming, rosemary branches are covered with small blue and white flowers, but Yan Jingshan is reluctant to leave.After that day, the security guards of Yan’s family seemed to have received some instructions and no longer guarded him strictly. He could always sneak over easily. This man showed him all the plants in the garden and taught him archery and painting.

Strange to say, Yan Jingshan felt a sense of familiarity for no reason at the first sight of the man, attracting him to get closer and closer.Like a newborn chick, he is fascinated by this feeling of intimacy, and at a glance, he persistently believes that the other party is his only belonging.

"It's blooming, are you going to drive me away?" Yan Jingshan asked that person anxiously.

The man seemed to see through his heart at once, and laughed: "Flowers bloom and fade every year, did I say which year the flowers bloomed?"

Knowing that he was deceived, Yan Jingshan grinned contentedly.

Later, when Yan Jingshan saw that man at a family banquet, he realized that he was the youngest son who had been well hidden by his grandfather, named Yan Huanchao.Mr. Yan was very fond of this latecomer, and held a coming-of-age banquet for him on a rare occasion.

It was rumored that after the old man and Yan Huanchao's mother separated, Yan Huanchao's mother learned that she was pregnant and decided to give birth to a child. In other words, Yan Huanchao was an illegitimate child without a name.

No matter what, Yan Jingshan had to call him uncle, but he didn't recognize the Yan family from the bottom of his heart, so how could he be willing to really treat Yan Huanchao as his uncle.

The seed called dependence and obsession has not been eliminated by this blood relationship, it is buried deep in the black soil, desperately taking root, but it has not germinated or grown branches and leaves for many years, and it is destined to fail to bloom.

The neon lights of the city penetrate the car window, and a handsome face is gradually frosted and frozen in the light and darkness.

Fang Mufeng keenly captured Yan Jingshan's departure, and he looked at his leaving back through the crowd without saying a word.

In the lingering moments that followed, he stared deeply at Yan Huanchao and felt him, but for some reason, that lonely figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

In fact, he knows better than anyone else that Yan Jingshan in this timeline is not the person who hurt him the most, but a poor guy who can't love him.When the momentary pleasure of revenge receded, all he had left for Yan Jingshan was a little bit of cheap pity, and a remnant of mild hatred, waiting for time to erase bit by bit.

Getting it and not getting it are undoubtedly the two greatest tragedies in life.

These words were talking about Yan Jingshan and Fang Mufeng.