Blooming on the ground

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After the scene, the two leading actors gathered around the monitor to watch the replay of the clip.

Zhou Zhiman took the cigarette case from his assistant, turned around and asked Fang Mufeng, do you want some?

Fang Mufeng took it, slightly stunned, it was Yan Huanchao's habit of drawing.

Zhou Zhiman smiled meaningfully, and lit a cigarette for him: "The cigarette tastes good. At first, I borrowed fire from a friend to try it out, and I fell in love with it."

Fang Mufeng nodded and said nothing else.

With a smile on his lips, Zhou Zhiman took a few puffs, and suddenly said to him: "Mu Feng, your acting skills have improved."

Fang Mufeng only took her as a polite word and thanked her with a smile.

"I'm serious," Zhou Zhiman looked at him, and continued, "Your acting reminds me of Huanchao from before. It's inexplicably similar but I can't tell exactly where it is. Speaking of which, Huanchao is a very good opponent. I always love that working with him inspires you to create new things.”

Fang Mufeng was startled when he heard the words, he took a few puffs of cigarettes, and admitted softly amidst the smoke: "...Mr. Yan has indeed taught me a lot."

In fact, he is very clear that he can no longer return to the state before meeting Yan Huanchao, and will continue to move forward with the imprint left by the other party for a long time.

Wenjuan's mother had already gone, and it was her last wish to burn herself and the house together.

Finally, on an ordinary afternoon, she let go of her hand, and the book slipped from her knees and fell to the ground, completely silent.

Lian Sheng was very calm. He set Wen Juan and the house on fire, and then left the village without looking back.No one knows where he will go, and whether he will come back.

In the camera, Fang Mufeng was fully in the mood, a little bit of sadness seeped out from the bottom of his heart, smudged in his eyes and face.

Li Peiran didn't call cut, and allowed his emotions to continue to unfold in front of the camera in a layered manner, until finally he couldn't hold back, crying until his facial muscles were stretched and deformed.

After shouting and stopping for a long time, Fang Mufeng still couldn't recover from the turbulent emotions, so he sat alone in a corner of the studio, silent.

Luo Tian's sudden interruption pulled him back to reality.

Fang Mufeng calmed down and took the phone from Luo Tian.

Sheng Lan's voice sounded from the other end of the phone, very cold and deep: "Mu Feng, I have something to let you know."

Fang Mufeng frowned slightly, and replied yes.

Sheng Lan followed with a few concise words: "Ms. Qiu has an accident."

For a moment, Fang Mufeng's heart was hit hard, like a boxer who fell on the stage and couldn't get up.

On the same day, he asked the crew for a vacation, and took the nearest plane back to his hometown after a long absence.

In the morgue, he saw Qiu Yuehua who he thought he would never see again in this lifetime - she was lying quietly on her back, her once beautiful face was pale and thin, and there were some dried bloodstains on her forehead.

The cause of death given by the hospital was traumatic brain injury which led to elevated intracranial pressure and cerebral herniation.

When Qiu Yuehua went down the stairs, he stumbled and fell, his head hit the steps heavily, and he just disappeared.

Fang Mufeng has nothing to hate about her death.

In fact, after a long time, he began to remember the past that had been separated for a lifetime, and he didn't want to find out why Qiu Yuehua chose to believe in Feng Qiang at the beginning, rather than stand by his side.Maybe it's selfishness and cowardice that doesn't want to face the reality, maybe it's just hating his birth for ruining her life, and this is revenge for him.

Now that people are all angry, it is impossible to prove who is right and who is wrong.

Fang Mufeng once thought that he would never forgive Qiu Yuehua, but in the face of the insurmountable life and death, he could only forget it.

Forget it.

Qiu Yuehua passed away, all he had to do was let go and let the past pass.

Fang Mufeng stared at Qiu Yuehua's last promise for a long time, carrying out a mysterious farewell ceremony with a rare and calm gaze. Sheng Lan and Luo Tian, ​​who were beside him for so long, felt that he was standing like a statue. Cover it slowly with a white cloth.

Don't see each other again in the next life, Fang Mufeng thought.

Afterwards, he handled Qiu Yuehua's affairs in an orderly manner, and Sheng Lan assisted him in handling the formalities.

Qiu Yuehua was quickly cremated into ashes in the funeral parlor. She, who was once so beautiful, was nothing but smoke in the face of life and death, but she ended up shrunk in a small ceramic jar of ashes.

After everything was over, Sheng Lan asked him, Qiu Yuehua still left behind a young son, what should he do?

Fang Mufeng was slightly stunned, he had forgotten about this, Qiu Yuehua and Feng Qiang also had a son, his half-brother.

They have lived together for many years, but he has always disliked this younger brother who is bleeding the blood of the enemy.Even though it was just an innocent child, no matter how sensible Fang Mufeng was, he couldn't help but vent his anger.

Sheng Lan said that the child's parents are not here, and the grandparents have passed away, and none of the relatives is willing to take over this hot potato.She asked someone to look for it for several days before she found an uncle of his who worked in another province. The other party expressed his willingness to take over the child, but he needed to solve the financial problem first.

After hearing what she said, Fang Mufeng made a final decision: "Then he will take care of it, and he will pay some money every month to stabilize it."

Sheng Lan nodded, she agreed that this was the most sensible choice for Fang Mufeng at present, she paused for a few seconds, and then asked tentatively: "Then do you want to go and see that child?"

"It's not necessary." Fang Mufeng didn't hesitate at all, looking at him with a ruthless and cold-hearted appearance.Probably because he realized that his tone was too blunt and indifferent, he fell silent before saying to Sheng Lan, "Sister Lan, it's been hard work for you to help me deal with it these days, thank you."

"Do we still need to be so polite?" Sheng Lan smiled, noticing Fang Mufeng's voice and blowing his nose from time to time in the past two days, she turned to concern, "You don't seem to be in a good state these days, have you caught a cold? "

"Well, on and off for a week," Fang Mufeng replied lightly, "It's okay."

The temperature in the mountainous area is high day and night, and he is in a bad mood these days and suffers from insomnia. If his resistance is weak, the virus will take advantage of it.

Seeing that he didn't pay much attention to her body, Sheng Lan showed a little displeasure on her face: "Anyway, I'm taking a few days off from the crew, so you can rest at home first, don't tire yourself out, I'll find a doctor to see you."

Fang Mufeng subconsciously refused, but seeing Sheng Lan glaring at him, he backed down a little: "Don't be so troublesome, I'll be fine at home for a day and take some medicine."

Sheng Lan didn't force her anymore, she just sighed lightly: "Then you should have a good rest, if you can't hold on, you must say it."

Fang Mufeng took cold medicine casually when he went home, took a shower, wrapped himself in a quilt, fell into bed and fell asleep.Maybe it was because of the fierce effect of the medicine, or maybe the condition suddenly worsened. He was weak all over, his head was swollen and painful, and he was obviously covered in cold sweat and had bouts of chills.

It had been raining for two days outside, and Fang Mufeng, who was half asleep and half awake, could always hear the sound of rain beating on the glass window, continuously.He seemed to have had an unusually long dream, one after another, but when he woke up he remembered nothing.

Just after dawn, Fang Mufeng struggled to get up, dragged his extremely tired and heavy body to the living room, and wanted to pour himself a cup of hot water before taking cold medicine, but he became dizzy, the poured water was not aimed at the mouth of the cup, and the overflowing The water is hot.

As soon as the hand was released, the glass fell from a height to the ground, and it fell to the ground to bloom.

Fang Mufeng wanted to clean up the debris on the ground, but he didn't want to squat down, his heart seemed to be pounded several times by some heavy object, making him dizzy and his ears buzzing.It was as if all the strength in his body was sucked away in an instant, his flesh and blood were eaten away from his exhaustion, and the skeleton inside was instantly disintegrated, and he fell directly to the ground, unable to move.

He half opened his eyes, his vision was covered by a cloud of mist that could not dissipate, and he couldn't see anything.

too tired.

Since his rebirth, he has been climbing up without stopping, desperately trying to escape from the vortex called the past and the self, just like the spring water rushing forward in the same river, day and night, tireless.

After running to this day, he finally felt exhausted to the bone.

Qiu Yuehua's sudden death was something that had never happened in his previous life.

In the garden of forking paths, there are countless you and me at countless moments, and different choices may lead to completely different results.And he personally led himself into an unknown time and space, he met Yan Huanchao in his lifetime, Qiu Yuehua's sudden death... countless uncertain events are happening in turn.

Even if he lived his whole life, he still didn't seem to be able to live his life well, he didn't seem to be doing well all the time.

Perhaps, is there simply no way to protect yourself from injury through accumulated experience, which will eventually hurt?Is it possible that no matter how many times you live again and what age you are in, you may encounter emotional entanglements, and you will also be embarrassed by it?

He has no answers, and maybe there are no answers to these questions.

The sober consciousness was bidding farewell to the body bit by bit, and Fang Mufeng suddenly heard a voice calling his name in the haze.

Mufeng, Mufeng.

This voice is all too familiar, deep and sweet, and it can easily touch his heartstrings.

In the moment when he was still conscious in his previous life, besides the rumbling explosion, he could still hear someone calling him "Mufeng".

Someone tried to wake him up, someone tried to hold him back, someone remembered his existence.

Fang Mufeng suddenly sensed a breath mixed with the smell of tobacco, and put a palm on the top of his head, stroking gently.

A large tear immediately fell from the corner of his eye, like broken beads, one after another, and then turned into a soft sob.

Immediately, the upper body left the cold wooden floor and merged into an embrace. Through the thin clothes, Fang Mufeng could feel the other person's body temperature and heartbeat, which was warm and powerful.The psychological defenses collapsed in an instant, leaking all the fear and sadness, and it was out of control.

Yan Huanchao half-kneeled on the ground, held Fang Mufeng in his arms, grabbed his hand and pressed it to his chest, and let him lean on his shoulder and cry sadly like a child.His lips landed on the top of Fang Mufeng's head, the arch of his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes. The kiss was extraordinarily soft and lingering, as long as the wind blowing in early spring.

Fang Mufeng's tears could not be stopped at all, his hands hugged Yan Huanchao's neck more tightly, his body curled up into a ball, wishing to embed himself completely in the other's warm chest like the sea.

Yan Huanchao seemed to sense his strong desire to absorb warmth, and hugged him back with greater strength.

The two of them maintained this uncomfortable embracing position until the crying of the person in their arms stopped. Yan Huanchao held Fang Mufeng's wet face in his hands, wiped away the tears with his fingertips, then hugged the person horizontally, and went straight Go to the bedroom.

Fang Mufeng didn't struggle, the back of his head touched the pillow, his arms were still hooked around Yan Huanchao's neck, and they looked at each other almost nose to nose.

He still didn't believe what he saw, thinking he was still in a dream.

After a long while, Yan Huanchao raised his hand to grab the hand around his neck, and held it tightly in his palm. He looked into Fang Mufeng's eyes without blinking, and said softly, "It's okay, I'm here."

Once, Fang Mufeng thought of dying together with Feng Qiang, and Yan Huanchao seemed to say the same to him.

Things happened if they didn't happen, how could it really be all right, but Fang Mufeng couldn't believe it at the time.

Quan Dang saw a dream in front of him, Fang Mufeng nodded lightly, and fell asleep peacefully.