Blooming on the ground

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Fang Mufeng froze in place as if his soul had come out of his body, his expression and all the bones in his body were frozen, as if they would shatter immediately when touched.

Sheng Lan had a panoramic view of his reaction, and didn't dare to provoke him anymore, and comforted him: "The matter of Mu Feng is still uncertain, and the actual situation may be more optimistic than we thought."

It took half a minute for Fang Mufeng to come back to his senses. He took a breath and forced himself to calm down, understanding the current situation: "I haven't been in touch with the teacher?"

Sheng Lan also learned the news from Yan Huanchao's agent, Xu Hui, and she relayed the truth: "Yes, probably the signal in the mountains is not good, neither the crew nor Xu Hui could contact them. There will be news of them soon."

Fang Mufeng asked: "Is it possible that the teacher and the others are not on that section of the road?"

"It's unlikely," Sheng Lan shook her head, and continued, "You have to go through that road to get out of the mountain, and Huanchao booked today's air ticket. According to the departure time provided by the crew, when the landslide happened, they almost passed by the place where the accident occurred. , so now we only hope that it is not hit or buried."

Hearing this answer, Fang Mufeng took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, waiting for an answer with a sullen face, but Yan Huanchao turned it off.

After hanging up the phone, his first sentence was: "Sister Lan, help me book a ticket to go there, the sooner the better."

"Are you crazy? There is still heavy rain over there, and the flight will either be delayed or cancelled. Even if one side can fly, the other side won't be able to land," Sheng Lan cursed angrily, but Fang Mufeng caught a glimpse of Fang Mufeng's hand holding the phone Trembling slightly, obvious blue veins appeared on the back of his hand.Thinking that the person in front of her was suppressing her emotions, she sighed, and her tone calmed down slightly, "Mufeng listen to me and wait for news here, Huanchao will be fine."

Fang Mufeng was silent, staring straight at Sheng Lan with a pair of obsidian-like eyes.

Silence is silent protest.

Sheng Lan followed for a while, she was not sure how deep Fang Mufeng's feelings for Yan Huanchao were before, but now she fully understands.It is not a rational choice to blindly talk about reason in an emotional matter.

"I asked Luo Tian to book the earliest flight as much as possible, but before that, you just stay with me, work when you need to, and don't make trouble." Sheng Lan had nothing to do with him, and finally let go.

"Thank you, Sister Lan." Fang Mufeng nodded to her, and obediently picked up the clothes to try on.

Fang Mufeng did what he said, and he did not miss any of the activities that he was supposed to participate in this afternoon. He performed better than usual, with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude, and gave generous and humorous answers. His analysis of the characters was also popular among many netizens.As soon as the campaign was over, he drove straight to the airport.

Later that day, the torrential rain in the southern city where Yan Huanchao was located gradually stopped, and Fang Mufeng got on the flight to the place as he wished.Luo Tian and Sheng Lan accompanied him, and found that he was surprisingly silent all the way, with an expressionless face. He obviously didn't show anything, but he could feel his uneasiness and fear.

Luo Tian had never seen Fang Mufeng like this before. He wanted to comfort him but couldn't say anything, so he patted him on the shoulder in the end to show his support.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine." Fang Mufeng didn't look at Luo Tian, ​​his eyes were always fixed somewhere, without any focus.

This is not the first time Fang Mu has faced life and death in the limelight, even he himself has died once.For those who have come back from the dead, if they have even experienced the most terrifying life and death, then there is probably nothing really scary in this world.

But he is still afraid like this, afraid of the loss that is about to happen in front of him.He never thought that the accident would come so unexpectedly that Yan Huanchao might be taken away suddenly.

No matter what person or thing, as long as you know that you will lose suddenly, you will naturally realize your love.

As soon as she got off the plane, Sheng Lan learned from Xu Hui that Yan Huanchao had indeed had a car accident. Fortunately, it was not serious and the rescue was timely. He is currently receiving treatment at the nearest local hospital.

Yan Huanchao's management team also posted on Weibo immediately to explain the latest situation to the public and quell many false speculations and rumors.

Fang Mufeng was heartbroken, and went straight to the ward as soon as he got out of the car.He walked quickly with the wind under his feet, as if his steps faster than his heartbeat could help him calm down.

In the single ward, Xu Hui was reporting work to Yan Huanchao, and Sheng Lan pushed the door in and chatted with Yan Huanchao, confirming that he suffered from abrasions and a fractured left calf, and he had a thick cast.

Qingyi in the driver's seat was slightly injured but out of danger, and is currently lying in the intensive care unit.

Fang Mufeng wandered away from them, standing at the door quietly staring at Yan Huanchao who was surrounded by several people, and stood like a statue.During this period, he has been using his own eyes to confirm that the other party is still alive, can speak, laugh and breathe, and his heart hanging in mid-air finally landed safely.

Until Yan Huanchao's voice came, he waved to Fang Mufeng at the door: "Mufeng."

Fang Mufeng met the gazes of Sheng Lan and Xu Hui, but still stood still.

Sheng Lan excused that she had other things to deal with, so she took a step first, but Xu Hui immediately understood and followed her out.

After the rain was over and the sky was blue, the cool breeze blew in from the half-opened windows, lifted the plain curtains, and countless orange lights poured down from the overhead lamps, filling the bed, making the atmosphere extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.

Fang Mufeng locked the door of the ward with his backhand, and walked in step by step.

Yan Huanchao watched Fang Mufeng coming towards him, and asked, "Are you tired?"

Before Fang Mufeng asked him if it hurts, he first cared about whether he was tired from rushing all night.

The answer to Yan Huanchao was a deep kiss.

Fang Mufeng didn't answer, just knelt on the bed with one knee, put his arms around Yan Huanchao's neck, bit his lip hard, and let out the bloody smell from his mouth.His breath was trembling, his fingertips were cold, and he kissed extremely passionately and unrulyly. He just wanted to get enough heat from Yan Huanchao's mouth, and even wanted to pour out the long-suppressed emotions in his heart through his lips and tongue.

He knows what love is like, knows that people may change their hearts at any time, knows that love will start and end, and knowing that he has been hurt, he should know how to protect his heart, but he still can't restrain his strong feelings for Yan Huanchao.

He should have remained rational and calm, he should have acted like a mature adult again, carefully and carefully assess their future, control his emotions from being hurt in a measured way, and he should have considered many, many things...but just The moment he learned of Yan Huanchao's accident, he couldn't think of anything, and he didn't want to think about it anymore.

How much is Yan Huanchao's sincerity towards him, and whether this love can be preserved to the end? Even a saint can't give accurate answers to these questions.The only thing he can be sure of right now is that even without the answers to these questions as a premise, his heart will still be touched by Yan Huanchao.

He wants to have him and is afraid of losing him.

If you like it, you like it, and if you don't like it, you don't like it. In fact, nothing is difficult and complicated at all.

When the kiss was about to deepen, Yan Huanchao held Fang Mufeng's shoulders and distanced himself from him.

The distance between the two was very close, Fang Mufeng's breath was in a mess, and his cheeks were flushed.Yan Huanchao's gaze was as calm as water, and he asked Fang Mufeng, "Tell me, what's going on?"

The inexhaustible emotions turned into a hot air current, churning vigorously in the body, entering the heart from the top, and then expressed from the eyebrows, from the lips one by one.

In fact, it was only a few words, Fang Mufeng grabbed Yan Huanchao's hand, looked at him without blinking, and finally overcame the heavy self-esteem and self-defense, and resorted to the words.

I don't know whether Yan Huanchao didn't hear clearly or was dissatisfied, so he stretched out his other hand to pinch his chin, and said, "Say it again."

Fang Mufeng seemed to have been opened up to the two channels of Ren and Du. Once he revealed his sincerity, he became unscrupulous. He grabbed Yan Huanchao's hand even harder, and repeated every word: "I've got you."

Seeing that Yan Huanchao still didn't respond, he suddenly became a little lacking in confidence, and added superficially: "You asked me to hold your hand, and I'm holding it now..."

Fang Mufeng wanted to continue talking, but Yan Huanchao didn't give him a chance.He looked into Fang Mufeng's eyes with the deepest gaze, and slowly approached him with a face, returning the most ardent and long kiss.

When two people who haven't touched each other for a long time meet, it's thunder and fire.

Fang Mufeng kicked one leg lightly, and half-kneeled on Yan Huanchao's waist, being careful not to hurt his wounds, he only gently held his face with both hands, closed his eyes, and lowered his head to enjoy this long-lost kiss .

Yan Huanchao's breath became hotter and hotter. He hugged Fang Mufeng's waist tightly, put his palm on his back, reached in from the hem of his clothes, touched every spine and every inch of his skin, and raised his head to kiss indiscriminately. Fang Mufeng's neck and jaw searched for his lips, sucking and licking * from shallow to deep, and then invaded and plundered extremely aggressively.

The two men hugged and kissed through the clothes, and there was only the sound of water and breathing in the quiet ward for a while.

After the deep kiss, Yan Huanchao put his side face on Fang Mufeng's chest, listening to his frantic heartbeat, first kissed him softly on the heart, and then hugged his waist with both hands full of tenderness.

Not included, not penetrated, but Fang Mufeng can still feel that his whole body and mind are properly put away, comforted, and fully accommodated.No climax could match such a tender hug.

This life has never been so solid as at this moment, as if a heart that has been hanging in the air has finally found its own wilderness, landed and took root.

Fang Mufeng's nose suddenly turned sore, he just felt that he had been entangled too much in the past, and almost missed the best time for love.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand to touch Yan Huanchao's bandaged forehead, very lightly, frowned a little distressed, and asked him, does it still hurt?

Yan Huanchao grabbed his hand touching his face and brought it to his lips for a peck: "You are medicine."

Fang Mufeng looked at Yan Huanchao silently, then lowered his head, and put his lips against his lips again, rubbing gently.

The next day, Fang Mufeng went to the next ward to visit Zhao Qingyi who was also injured.In the ward, a handsome young woman was sitting by the bed, chatting and laughing with him, and peeling an apple for him.

Seeing Fang Mufeng's visit, Zhao Qingyi took the initiative to introduce that this is his wife.

After a brief greeting, the woman excused herself to go outside to fill a pot of hot water and leave the place for them to chat.

Fang Mufeng was concerned about Zhao Qingyi's injury, and he was relieved to know that Zhao Qingyi was fine. Fortunately, the car accident did not cause any irreversible effects.

As soon as Zhao Qing looked at him, he smiled for some reason.

Fang Mufeng asked him what he was thinking.

"Mr. Yan set off as soon as the filming of the film was finished. Although this kind of thing happened, it was considered good luck," he replied, "I was thinking that Mr. Yan could get what he wanted, which is very good."

Fang Mufeng's heart tightened when he heard this, and he frowned: "He came back in such a hurry... because of me?"

Zhao Qing smiled and said nothing, acquiescing to Fang Mufeng's guess.

He has been with Yan Huanchao for many years, and he knows the other party's temperament and taste very well, so at first he was surprised by Yan Huanchao's extravagant and persistent thoughts on the other party's Mu style.At that time, he only thought that although Fang Mufeng was good, he was not particularly outstanding. Later, he thought that Yan Huanchao might be hot for only 3 minutes, but he never thought that he was really in love.

Love is just a constructed myth, and the most real need of people is to always maintain a sense of freshness. Specifically, it is to keep changing people to maintain the feeling, so as to ensure that every sip of tea is freshly brewed.

Zhao Qingyi once thought that Yan Huanchao was this kind of person, but now he thinks it's just that he has never met the right cup of tea.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Qingyi felt that he should speak for his boss, he said: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Yan cares more about you than you can imagine."

You are the first love, but also a long time never get tired of.