Blooming on the ground

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Fang Mufeng thought about it for a moment, and slowly revealed: "When I was filming "Late Spring", I would think of what you said before, I am wild, and when acting, I always feel that the actor should be integrated with the character, but neither you nor sister Ni seem to think so She also told me that a good actor must distinguish and grasp that he is a role in the play and himself in life, so the real self in life must be strong enough to jump into different roles repeatedly."

"Although you can't live without being crazy, being an actor is a lifelong career, and being crazy must have a degree." Yan Huanchao looked down at Fang Mufeng and smiled, "Sometimes method-style performances are dangerous, because the characters' emotions may violate the actor's very Private space can even bring lifelong physical and mental trauma.”

Reminiscing that Yan Huanchao seemed to "criticize" him for this before, saying that he overdrawn his personal emotions for the role, Fang Mufeng thought about it and asked him: "Mr. Yan, have you never tried this kind of experience?"

"I've tried it more than once." Yan Huanchao's answer surprised Fang Mufeng, but he didn't seem to want to go into details. You have to be highly sensitive and indifferent. On the one hand, you must be diligent in feeling and mobilizing your body and voice to perform realistically. You must learn to walk, talk, and think like a character. On the other hand, you must also guide and control your emotions, and you must not be kidnapped by the character. run."

"When you have the opportunity to act in a drama, you will understand what I'm saying," he raised his hand and rubbed Fang Mufeng's hair, "The reason why movies and TV dramas are the art of directors is that the director will help you choose the one that best expresses the emotion of the character. However, drama requires actors to be able to feel and express the emotions of the characters even if they act a thousand times, and that is the biggest stage for actors.”

Fang Mufeng seemed to understand, and knew that this time would definitely not be able to digest it all, so he didn't want to dwell on this topic, and said instead: "My acting class should be taught by Teacher Yan."

After saying this, I thought about it in my heart, and found that it was like a joke, more like acting like a baby.

Yan Huanchao smiled even more, pinched his face lightly, and asked, "Isn't this teaching? You still want me to teach, huh?"

Looking into Yan Huanchao's eyes, Fang Mufeng thought of Ling Chuan for some reason, wondering if Yan Huanchao had also gently and forcefully possessed Ling Chuan on the bed, while under the bed he was like a patient mentor pointing out the maze and guiding him step by step.

You must know that Ling Chuan's most interesting years were when they were together.

Ling Chuan is a child that the audience has watched grow up. The most taboo thing about child stars is that they cannot get rid of the curse of "not growing up". It's just a handsome guy.Then all of a sudden, he changed in less than three years. He was very attractive, with a unique temperament, his acting skills improved a lot, and he found a suitable way of acting.Ling Chuan is now very popular, and he is more or less reaping his old roots.

Unlike other patrons who only spend money and resources to promote it, Yan Huanchao's pets seem to be more attentive. He doesn't seem to like useless canaries, and he also spends effort on cultivating them to help them flourish.The precious and precious things shown make the person concerned feel that he is the person in his heart.

So the answer to the question is possible. In Yan Huanchao's eyes, the current him may not be any different from the former Ling Chuan.

Fang Mufeng was distracted, and Yan Huanchao had already leaned over to cover his lips.Fang Mufeng didn't react at first, then he closed his eyes, raised his arms to wrap around Yan Huanchao's neck, and threw himself into it.

That's all for now, he thought.

Feelings will deteriorate, beauty will age, and only the money earned and the strength honed can be held in your hands.

"Go to sleep." Yan Huanchao rubbed Fang Mufeng's lips with his fingertips and smiled.

Fang Mufeng stayed here for another three days, under the pretense of recuperating, but in fact the fever subsided very quickly.

Yan Dayingdi is like Liu Xiahui possessed, except for kissing or hugging him from time to time, he doesn't do any deviant behavior towards him.

He knew that Yan Huanchao was busy with things these days, going out from time to time, and returning with stars and moons, he should be preparing to shoot a new film.He knew less inside information than the media reported. If the other party didn't take the initiative to tell, Fang Mufeng would not ask.

The relationship between them now is that Yan Huanchao has the right and the ability to know his movements, but he thinks he does not have such an obligation or right.

At noon that day, when Zhao Qing came to deliver clothes to him, he brought a person over along the way, saying that he was cooking for him.Fang Mufeng knew that there was a nanny in this huge house, but they usually only appeared when the owner was away or in need, and tried not to disturb Yan Huanchao's rest.

The person who came was not the young girl who often came here before, but a middle-aged woman of a certain age, with a kind face and kind eyes, her dress and behavior were not like ordinary nanny, but more like a housewife of a good family.

Zhao Qing was very polite to her and called her Sister Yao.

Fang Mufeng knew her, and was very surprised when he saw her. He didn't expect to have a chance to meet her in this life.

The servants in Yan Jingshan's villa perform their own duties, and they probably dare not talk to him because of his identity.To put it nicely, it means knowing how to measure and never overstepping the rules. To put it bluntly, it means being cold and hard, lacking in human touch.The only exception is Sister Yao, she is kind and talkative, Fang Mufeng got used to her cooking skills and chatting with her in a few years.

She said that she watched Yan Jingshan grow up, and she had reached the age of retirement to enjoy the blessings, but she didn't let go, so she came back to help.

Sister Yao's food tasted very familiar, a bit like what Yan Huanchao cooked for him on weekdays, or it should be said that Yan Huanchao imitated her.No wonder it was the first time he ate the dishes made by Yan Huanchao, and he vaguely felt that he had tasted similar dishes and tastes somewhere.

Seeing that he was appreciative of his face and swept away the food, Sister Yao smiled with satisfaction: "Master said you would like my cooking, it seems to be true."

Before coming here, Yan Huanchao mentioned Fang Mufeng several times in front of her. It's not that he hasn't dated other people before, but this is the first time he mentioned it in front of her.

Sister Yao asked him what kind of person that child was while chatting.

Yan Huanchao bowed his head and smiled, without thinking, little lunatic.

This is not a good word, but it has another meaning when it comes out of his mouth.Sister Yao had an intuition that Yan Huanchao treated the child in front of him unusually, and she dared not treat him lightly.

Fang Mufeng was taken aback, and blurted out: "Which young master?"

As soon as the words came out, he realized that he would know any young master in this life, except Yan Huanchao.

"Master Huanchao," Sister Yao said regretfully, lost in memories, "He ate a lot of the meals I cooked when he was a child, and later he learned it by himself, so I don't need me to cook for him."

Thinking that sister Yao should take care of the Yan family's uncle and nephew at the same time in the previous life, and it was tiring running at both ends, Fang Mufeng said, "This is also good, at least not so tiring."

"Tired but not tired. It's the first time I've come here this year," Sister Yao replied. "I usually rest most of the time. There are other people cleaning here who don't need me at all. The young master thinks that my life is not rich enough, so he reported it to me." It’s a university for the elderly, saying that you can live and learn from old age.”

Finding that sister Yao's statement was different from that of the previous life, Fang Mufeng frowned, and asked again: "...then don't you need to go to other places to help?"

Sister Yao didn't doubt that he was there, she nodded: "I was originally taking care of Young Master Huan Chao, and the Young Master doesn't need me, so where else can I help?"

"Then... his nephew?" Fang Mufeng tentatively asked, "It's Yan Jingshan..."

"Master Jingshan?" Sister Yao was slightly puzzled by his curious question, but she didn't think too much about it, and replied truthfully, "Master Jingshan has his own servants, and I have never been needed."

It's a little strange, since Sister Yao is not Yan Jingshan's exclusive nanny, and never helps him, why can I get long-term care of Sister Yao in my previous life.

Is it Yan Jingshan who contributed to this incident, or someone else?

Fang Mufeng had no way of asking, after all, he was the only one who had lived twice.

"What are you talking about?"

A voice pulled him out of his confusion.

When Yan Huanchao stepped into the house, Zhao Qingyi had just gone out to pick him up, and now he followed in.Seeing the visitor, Fang Mufeng immediately got up to greet him, and put on a cute face to deny: "No, just chat with Sister Yao."

The big boss has always had a poisonous eye, and he doesn't want to make the other party suspicious.

Yan Huanchao glanced at him with a half-smile, took off his coat, and didn't care that Sister Yao and Zhao Qingyi were there, raised his hand to stroke his forehead, checked his body temperature, slid his fingers to his chin along the line of his cheek, pinched After a while: "It's not burning anymore."

Fang Mufeng has been with the big boss for a while, and his skin is thicker than the city wall. He has long been used to this kind of intimacy in front of people, and he somehow believes that Yan Huanchao is very measured, and no matter how close he is, he will not be too blatant.

At this time, Yan Huanchao said: "You should be very familiar with Sister Yao's cooking skills."

Fang Mufeng was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Yan Huanchao with a blank mind for a few seconds.

Yan Huanchao also looked at him, smiled lightly, and continued: "I also learned how to cook from Sister Yao, can't I eat it?"

Fang Mufeng came to his senses immediately, feeling that he was too sensitive, and nodded a little dullly: "It came out."

Yan Huanchao ignored him, and turned to Sister Yao, "Thank you, Sister Yao, and trouble you to make a special trip to cook a meal."

Sister Yao raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "What is this, the young master still remembers me, I'm too happy to be happy."

As soon as Zhao Qing drove Sister Yao home, Fang Mufeng thanked her again before parting, not only for her meal today, but also for her care in the past.

Sheng Lan called him at night, when he was leaning on the bed and reading a book,

On the other end of the phone, Sheng Lan told him to make an appointment with teacher Liu Luming, and he would start teaching him the day after tomorrow.

Fang Mufeng agreed, knowing that this should be the holy will, Yan Daying finally got tired of seeing him, and was willing to let him go back to do his own business.

After talking about this matter, Sheng Lan took the initiative to mention the matter that Mu Feng asked for two months ago. She said that she had found a few suitable houses these days, and she could find time to visit the site when she came back.Fang Mufeng originally lived in a rented place, and the lease expires at the end of this month.

Sheng Lan once suggested him to buy a house, Fang Mufeng thought about it for a while, but still felt that it was unnecessary.He never had the idea of ​​buying a house. In his previous life, he neither bought nor asked for a house from Yan Jingshan.

This is because he basically lives in a film crew or a hotel, and the house is vacant all year round and cannot be rented out to make money, which is not affordable; secondly, he feels that he can stay wherever he is, and it doesn't matter whether the house is his own or not.

He thanked him and hung up the phone call with Sheng Lan.

When I looked up, I saw Yan Huanchao standing at the door of the bedroom. I don't know when I started listening to him on the phone.

The man went to the bed and sat down, stretched out his arms to hold Fang Mufeng in his arms, caressed her gently from time to time, or bowed his head to kiss her.

Fang Mufeng cooperatively threw the book on the bed, rested his head on Yan Huanchao's arm, adjusted a comfortable posture, and was happy to play a caring and docile little lover.

Besides, he didn't resist Yan Huanchao treating him like this.

The two cuddled quietly for a few minutes before Yan Huanchao said, "Are you going back?"

This person made it clear that he knew what to ask, Fang Mufeng looked up at him, and asked, "Can I go back?"

Yan Huanchao bowed his head and kissed him again, with ambiguous eyes: "Have you lost your temper?"

Fang Mufeng didn't answer, but just raised his neck and pressed against Yan Huanchao when he was about to retreat. The two lips touched each other lightly, and they exchanged another kiss as long as fine water.

"Visit someone with me tomorrow, and I'll let you go when it's over." Yan Huanchao let go of him and said.