Blooming on the ground

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It was already the next afternoon when Fang Mufeng woke up again, and Fang Mufeng was lying on his big bed.

He first smelled the aroma of food, and gradually woke up from his sleep, and found that he had changed into clean pajamas at some point, and there was an extra needle port for an IV drip on the back of his left hand, with a medical needle patch on it.

Sitting on the bed numbly for a while, but couldn't recall any episodes that happened after losing his composure and crying.Fang Mufeng stepped on the floor with bare feet, his footsteps were still a little sloppy, but his body was much looser than yesterday.When he walked out of the bedroom, he didn't expect to see Yan Huanchao busy in the kitchen.

It turned out that it was not a dream last night.

Waking up countless mornings in the past, Fang Mufeng also saw Yan Huanchao cooking for him in the kitchen.The smell of oily smoke from the kitchen was too heavy, and a god-like Yan Da actor should not have appeared in this kind of place.

Regardless of past and present lives, Fang Mufeng was deeply shocked the first time he saw Yan Huanchao in the crowd, and felt that this person should only exist in the sky, and would never be able to walk into fireworks for anyone in the world of mortals.

This feeling has always lingered in Fang Mufeng's heart. Even if they were intimate every time, he still felt that Yan Huanchao was far away, and once he pulled away from his body, he couldn't keep it.

Fang Mufeng would not reach out and grab someone who was destined to be unable to keep, because he knew that in the end, only himself would be hurt.

But now, looking at Yan Huanchao's back, Fang Mufeng suddenly realized that they were not that far away, as if he could touch and hold him as long as he stretched out his hand, an impulse spontaneously arose in his heart, wanting to hug Yan Huanchao.

But he held back, now he has no reason or qualification to do so.

At this moment, he felt a slight itchy throat and couldn't help coughing a few times.

Yan Huanchao turned his head when he heard the voice, turned off the stove, then walked up to Fang Mufeng, and stretched out his hands to rub his hair to feel his heat.

"Is your throat uncomfortable?" He lowered his eyes to look at Fang Mufeng, and said softly, "The doctor came to see me last night and said that the fever will subside soon."

Fang Mufeng's voice was as thin as a mosquito moan, and he hummed.He still remembered how he cried in front of the other party yesterday, and how Yan Huanchao gently kissed his tears away. He felt embarrassed for no reason, and only uttered the word "thank you" for a long time.

Yan Huan drew a faint smile towards his mouth, staring at him with dark eyes, in which a hot fire was burning quietly.

Fang Mufeng was so hooked by this gaze that he couldn't move his eyes away, and he stared straight back, and the two of them just looked at each other like this, and there was a secret surge of affection.

This ambiguous and restrained atmosphere made Fang Mufeng suddenly feel short of breath. He warmed his face for no reason, lowered his head to avoid Yan Huanchao's eyes, and avoided the scorching fire.

He has always paid great attention to protecting himself, and from time to time he warns himself not to be a moth to a flame.

Under Yan Huanchao's care, Fang Mufeng finished his porridge, took his medicine, and lay down on the big bed again.

Yan Huanchao first tucked Fang Mufeng up with the quilt, and then habitually touched his face with his hands, as if alienated or close, so he couldn't help but meet his eyes again.

"Take a good rest." He enjoined in a very soft voice, which sounded like an intimate whisper.

Fang Mufeng covered half of his face in the quilt, and let out a muffled "hmm".

Watching Yan Huanchao get up and walk to the door, Fang Mufeng suddenly raised his voice and called him: "Teacher."

Yan Huanchao was standing at the door, looking back at him, waiting for his next sentence.

Fang Mufeng stared at him with wide eyes, his bloodless lips were tightly pressed into a line, and there were thousands of emotions in his heart waiting to be expressed.

He didn't know what to ask, and what he wanted to know.Is it because Yan Huanchao has his house key to enter the door, or whether he stayed by his side all night last night.

Thousands of words came to his lips, and the desire to confide was suppressed, and what came to Fang Mufeng's lips was just another "thank you".

Up to now, all he can say to Yan Huanchao is thank you.

Yan Huanchao showed no expression, nodded, closed the door and left.

Fang Mufeng tossed and turned on the bed, and then fell asleep again under the influence of the medicine.When he woke up again, he saw Yan Huanchao sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning against the head of the bed as if he had fallen asleep, his sleeping appearance was gentle and tired.

And one of his hands was being held by Yan Huanchao and placed on his lap, with the palms and backs wrapped.

Fang Mufeng only moved his fingers a little, and he clearly felt that Yan Huanchao immediately tightened his hand and pressed his hand.

He is afraid of me leaving.

Fang Mufeng's heart moved, and this idea suddenly came up.

The person who let me go may also care about my coming and going.

Yan Huanchao just closed his eyes and rested his mind. Whenever there was any movement from the people around him, he would wake up and open his eyes to check.

Fang Mufeng felt guilty, afraid of meeting Yan Huanchao's eyes at such a time, so he deliberately buried half of his face in the pillow, pretending to be still asleep.

I don't know whether Yan Huanchao saw through it or not, Fang Mufeng only felt the familiar aura was very close at one point, it seemed that Yan Huanchao leaned closer.He held his breath, feeling a hand in his hair and rubbing it.

It didn't last long, Yan Huanchao's aura disappeared, and the bedroom door was gently closed.

Suddenly Fang Mufeng was left alone in the dark bedroom, but he couldn't sleep anymore, his heart disturbed by Yan Huanchao was still unable to calm down, and he just stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Not long after, Fang Mufeng got up, put on a nightgown and walked to the living room, while Yan Huanchao was standing on the terrace, smoking a cigarette in the quiet night.

After the rain, the sky is blue, and the breeze is refreshing.The floor-to-ceiling glass windows were half open, Fang Mufeng stepped over the threshold, and his chest suddenly opened like a closed valley, and the cool breeze was sent in endlessly.

Sensing footsteps behind him, Yan Huanchao turned around and leaned against the railing, watching Fang Mufeng walk towards him without saying a word.

He took a puff of smoke and asked, "Have you had enough sleep?"

Fang Mufeng nodded, and found that Yan Huanchao's eyes pointed past him to somewhere in the house.He turned around following Yan Huanchao's line of sight, and found that the other party was looking at the painting on the wall, which was the picture of an eagle given to him by Yan Huanchao.

Being caught straight by the righteous lord, Fang Mufeng felt uncomfortable, and couldn't help sneaking a glance at Yan Huanchao.

However, the other party remained calm, as if noticing his gaze, he also turned his head to meet his gaze.

Fang Mufeng organized the words in his mind to deal with questions such as "why do you still keep this painting?" Unexpectedly, Yan Huanchao looked at him for a while but didn't ask a word, turned around and lit a cigarette again.

Together they watched the moon appear and disappear in the clouds, and the whole North City was shining brightly in their eyes. From a distance, they could see the East District Department Store and the huge billboards on the outside of the building, which advertised Yan Huanchao's brand-name watches. It's kind of like their collaboration movie.

For some days, Fang Mufeng often leaned against the balcony fence alone to blow the wind, lit cigarettes one after another, and quietly stared at the outdoor billboards in the distance.

Yan Huanchao was so far away from him, like the bright moon in the sky.Even if the person is in front of him at this moment, the feeling of being unable to grasp is still so strong.

"The moon on the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is the person in your heart. The heart is always the heart of the spectator, but the person is the person in the play."

Such a sentence suddenly flashed in my mind.

Fang Mufeng was silent in the wind for a long time. He stared at Yan Huanchao beside him for a while, and suddenly opened his lips and said, "Teacher, thank you for your care these days."

"Thank you is all you have to say to me now?" Yan Huanchao gasped, and when he heard this, he looked sideways at Fang Mufeng, and said slowly, "As long as you say thank you, you can logically push me further away, right? ?”

Fang Mufeng was stunned, and he didn't know how to answer the words for a while.

Yan Huanchao smiled very shallowly, suddenly changed the cigarette to the other hand, held Fang Mufeng's wrist with the free hand, and stroked the pulse back and forth a few times.

A few days ago they were acting as models for Cheng Min's camera, and Yan Huanchao got very close to him inadvertently, and also made this intimate gesture towards him.

Whether it was last time or this time, Fang Mufeng's heart beat like a drum, and his pulse was rapid.

"You know, every time I get close to you, your eyes can't leave me, and your pulse beats very fast," he looked at Fang Mufeng, his eyes reflected the lights of thousands of houses in the city and a person in them, his eyes were very The light is very deep, as if you can see through all the disguises and flaws of people at a glance, and tell everything in one sentence, "Mu Feng, this is the only scene you can't perform well."

Before Fang Mufeng had time to respond, Yan Huanchao grabbed the back of his head, pulled him into his arms, and kissed him.

The hot tobacco breath remained between his lips, light and soft, unexpectedly intoxicating.

Not allowed to struggle and not allowed to avoid, Yan Huanchao's arms were amazing, he hugged the person tightly and contained all resistance.Fang Mufeng's wrist was grabbed, his waist was clamped, and he had no choice but to face the deep kiss.A ball of fire ignited from the tip of his tongue and quickly spread to his whole body. The more he wanted to surrender physically, the more consciously he realized that he had to escape intellectually.

"We have already broken up, you let me go!" Fang Mufeng finally regained his territory, blushing and yelling.

"I didn't agree to the breakup. I let you go because you wanted to go." The majestic actor blatantly cheated, with a righteous attitude.

He still circled around not allowing Fang Mufeng to go, always looking into Fang Mufeng's eyes, and every word was loud: "Once I let go, you won't catch me, so from now on I won't let you go again."

Fang Mufeng was completely startled at this moment, and he was completely bewildered immediately after that.He never thought that Yan Huanchao would show his heart so clearly, let alone how he should accept the move now.

For the first time, someone was willing to show his chips at the gambling table for him, just to grab his heart and soul.

And that person turned out to be Yan Huanchao who was as far away as the bright moon.

In the morning of the next day, Sheng Lan and Luo Tian brought the doctor to see Fang Mufeng.

As soon as Sheng Lan saw Fang Mufeng's little face was as white as paper, she put on a black face on the spot, saying that he deserved it, and that he had delayed seeing a doctor before.

Fang Mufeng obediently accepted the doctor's follow-up consultation under Sheng Lan's instruction, but he didn't care.

Yan Huanchao was sitting in a corner of the bedroom, staring at him silently, but he always felt the fiery gaze from that direction, and was forced to hide.

Now he really has nowhere to hide.

It would be a lie to say that there is no half-move.Not to mention that he himself has both heart and affection for Yan Huanchao, and this feeling of being firmly loved and cared for is also hard to refuse.

There is a time for everything, and a time for everything.There is a time to love and hate, and a time to life and death. Therefore, everyone should be as independent as possible and not attached to others. This is the truth that he only realized after living a lifetime.But if you can have a true love, who can grab those empty hands and put them away obediently, isn't it a kind of luck.

The man's repentance was like putting him on the gambling table again. Fang Mufeng could see his sincerity, but he was not sure how much of this sincerity was true, and when he would suddenly change hands.

The big boss may really fall in love with him, or it may be purely a man's desire to possess and conquer, so he wants to reach out and grab him.

There are so many uncertainties in love, Fang Mufeng is not sure when Yan Huanchao will let go of his hands again, not sure whether he can give his heart without any scruples, let alone what he will endure after making this decision s consequence.

The lessons of his previous life are still fresh in his mind, so why is he tired of the so-called love?

Such a self who cares about gains and losses in love is like a coward who confirms how much love the other party can give and how long it will last before he dares to bet.

Fang Mufeng is very aware of his problem. He has been trying to warn himself that unrestrained feelings are not wise and lifeless, and it is not good for himself or others. His previous life is a clear proof.But these psychological constructions were immediately declared scrapped as soon as they met Yan Huanchao, and it took him a lot of effort just to fight against the feelings that kept rushing to his heart.

"Mu Feng, Mu Feng."

Sheng Lan talked to Fang Mufeng about the upcoming work arrangements, and finally found that the other party was absent-minded, and called his name twice in succession.

Fang Mufeng came back to his senses with doubts on his face, obviously he didn't listen to Sheng Lan's words.

Sheng Lan gave him a meaningful look, then turned to look at Yan Huanchao suspiciously, did not continue the topic just now, and only said: "It's nothing, you should rest well these two days, and return to the set when your body is almost recovered. You There are not many remaining roles, so it is not a problem to ask for a few days off."

Fang Mu Fengshang was immersed in his thoughts, and nodded ignorantly after hearing the words.

After the follow-up visit, Sheng Lan sent the doctor out, leaving only him and Yan Huanchao in the room.

Fang Mufeng became nervous again, and couldn't help but bury his face in the quilt, only his eyes were exposed.

Yan Huanchao sat on the side of the bed, and showed that kind of indulgent smile again. His fingers touched Mufeng's cheek above him, and slowly traced along the outline of his eyebrows, his eyes were always fixed on Fang Mufeng.

After stroking and staring at each other for a while, he suddenly leaned over until their foreheads touched, they smelled each other, and a kiss seemed to happen.

Fang Mufeng was so frightened that he didn't blink, his heart was beating wildly.

Yan Huan looked calmly, and said: "Take a good rest, I'm going back to the set, and think about what I want."

With a lingering kiss on his forehead, Yan Huanchao got up and left.

Fang Mufeng curled up in the bed, his forehead was hot, and he was at a loss.