Blooming on the ground

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The host of this year's award ceremony was a well-known host in the industry. He raised the topic and said that the five nominees this year had all worked with Yan Huanchao, and asked him to evaluate everyone first.

Yan Huanchao took up the topic with a smile, and his comments on each candidate were generous and humorous, and no one was offended.

"Hey, you haven't talked about Mu Feng yet," the host teased with a smile, "This must be the one with the closest relationship with you among the five."

This remark was obviously a joke that the two of them had collaborated on same-sex themes. The audience burst into laughter, and some even whistled.

Film King Yan is very entertaining, and he said as he said: "The one who has kissed and hugged is indeed the closest."

This is indeed true, but it is estimated that there are not many of them.

At this moment, the camera was deliberately aimed at Fang Mufeng, and he smiled at Yan Huanchao on the stage, showing a bit of childlike shyness.

In front of the insiders in the audience and countless viewers in front of the TV, telling the truth in a joking way is only Yan Huanchao can do it calmly.

"So I won't comment, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop boasting." Yan Huanchao joked, he and Fang Mufeng looked at each other across the crowd, smiling very softly.

It seemed that no one around him existed, the world was very quiet, and he and Fang Mufeng were alone.

Halfway through the reception arranged by the organizer, Fang Mufeng escaped from the boring entertainment.

Zhao Qingyi is still recuperating at home. Today, Yan Huanchao's manager Xu Hui personally drove him to pick him up.

As soon as Fang Mufeng got into the car, he found that the partition in the middle of the front and rear rows was closed. The next second, Yan Huanchao reached out and pulled him into his arms, blocked his lips, and kissed him stickily and wetly.

Moist lips with the smell of alcohol all the way down, Yan Huanchao didn't kiss Fang Mufeng's lips, but buried his face in his neck, kissing the collarbone and Adam's apple repeatedly.

Not to mention that the sound insulation effect is very good after the partition is closed, and the people who follow Yan Huanchao are all knowledgeable and interesting people, even if they really hear something that shouldn't be heard, Xu Hui will not care about their affairs.

Fang Mufeng was kissed until his face became familiar, and he was caught in Yan Huanchao's arms, thinking that he was going to be punished on the spot.As a result, the other party didn't continue, but hugged him face to face, kissed the side of his neck, and gently stroked his back with one hand.

"You smiled so nicely at me in the audience today," Yan Huanchao tightened his arms around Fang Mufeng, and whispered in his ear, with a bewitching tone, "I want them to know that I belong to you."

Fang Mufeng put his arms on Yan Huanchao's shoulders and asked him, "Why didn't you say I belong to you?"

"I never felt that you were mine," Yan Huanchao looked into his eyes seriously, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "I can only let myself belong to you, and I can't decide anything else."

Fang Mufeng was silent for a few seconds, pondered Yan Huanchao's words in his heart, but still didn't understand, and asked again: "Then who am I?"

Yan Huanchao smiled lowly, raised his hand and tapped on his forehead: "Fool, you belong to yourself."

Fang Mufeng was taken aback for a moment, somehow recalling what Yan Huanchao said a long time ago.

Yan Huanchao could monopolize his paintings, but he thought he could not treat Fang Mufeng like that. At that time, he said, "The paintings are mine, but you are not."

"You are your own at any time, Mufeng," Yan Huanchao stared deeply into Fang Mufeng's eyes, and slowly repeated, the words have a convincing magic power, "and I will always be yours."

After all, Fang Mufeng felt a soft kiss on his brow, and his heart melted.

"It's hard for me to say whether I only belong to you or not. I don't know how to express it," Fang Mufeng was a little excited when he heard this affectionate confession. Digging them all out, this is probably the only thing he can think of right now that is most like a love story, "You are the only person I want."

Yan Huanchao kept looking at Fang Mufeng, listening to him stammering and revealing his heart, without replying, he just leaned forward and kissed him slowly.

Even though he didn't express any feedback in words, Fang Mufeng felt Yan Huanchao's mood from this kiss.

At the beginning, the kiss was so strong, as if wanting to completely possess him and dominate him, and then the kiss was so gentle, as if to completely heal his old scars and give him a warm refuge for the rest of his life.

That night, Yan Huanchao took him back to the farmyard on the mountain.

Fang Mufeng woke up in Yan Huanchao's arms later on, and found that he was still by his side, his chest rose and fell rhythmically, and felt at ease from the bottom of his heart, so he couldn't help but slipped into his arms.

As a result, Yan Huanchao fell into a light sleep, and immediately felt Fang Mufeng's movement, closed his eyes and pulled him into his arms, gently stroking his back with one hand, as if coaxing him to sleep.

"You know," Yan Huanchao said with a slightly hoarse voice, with a smile on his lips, "Just now on stage, I thought about tearing up the winning card and announcing that you are the best supporting actor."

"Don't make trouble," Fang Mufeng giggled a few times, and then said seriously, "My acting skills are not good enough."

The best supporting actor this time is the most experienced character among the nominations. It is expected that he will accompany him this time, and Fang Mufeng does not feel disappointed.

It's nothing, he still has a long way to go, don't be in a hurry.

"You have been doing well," Yan Huanchao said softly, holding Fang Mufeng's face in one hand, "you deserve any award or praise."

Fang Mufeng was moved silently in his heart, stretched out his hand, hugged Yan Huanchao more deeply, and threw himself into his arms, like a tired bird finally found a place to live.

This sleep was very solid, Fang Mufeng fell asleep in Yan Huanchao's arms, and woke up naturally in his arms.

It was seven or eight minutes bright outside, and the light reflected in through the light-colored curtains, and the faint sound of birdsong could be heard.

Their first night also happened here. At that time, he never thought that he would fall into this relationship one day. It is not uncommon to find sex and attraction in the crowd. What is rare is to find peace of mind, respect and Understand this kind of rare existence.

It is even more impossible for me in my previous life to think that if I live it again, I will be able to live out such a surprise.

Whatever you sow, you will reap the fruit.Looking back at the bloody previous life, Fang Mufeng suddenly felt that the violent shattering had meaning, like a flower blooming in the dust when it shattered on the ground.Until that day actually comes, he will never know that all the trials and tribulations he has been through in the past have actually been preparing him for today.

It turned out that God had already left the best to him.

Fang Mufeng got out of bed and came to the window, naked, looking at himself reflected on the glass for a long time.

Under the young face is an old soul that was scarred and wounded, and now the wound has finally healed.

The coolness slowly invaded his body.Until Yan Huanchao also woke up, and hugged him from behind, with his warm chest pressed against his back, the warmth slowly spread from one point to the whole body, Fang Mufeng regained the real sense of living in the present moment.

"What are you thinking?" Yan Huanchao buried his face on his shoulder with a gentle voice.

"I had a dream," Fang Mufeng turned his head to face Yan Huanchao's eyes as deep as the sea, and summoned up the courage to say, "I dreamed that in another parallel time and space, you couldn't hug me, and I couldn't hug you. That dream It's so real, it makes me feel like I've lived it again, or maybe this story is just a dream, and I may never see you again when I wake up."

Fang Mufeng revealed the biggest secret that had been hidden in his heart in the most obscure way.

Maybe he will never be able to tell Yan Huanchao the story of his past life again, and he will not be able to convince him of such unimaginable things in the past and present life, but he still wants to tell Yan Huanchao in another way: how far he has traveled before Finally, she walked in front of him, at this moment, and embraced him.

"I like the current story better," Yan Huanchao smiled after listening, like a flower blooming in a moment, every word he uttered was infused with tenderness, "No matter which time and space, I love you."

Fang Mufeng was startled for a moment.

Yan Huanchao embraced him and whispered in his ear, "I never had the chance to hug you in my last life."

Finally waited until this life.

Wait until you love me willingly.

Fang Mufeng's arms were filled with warmth, and his eye sockets finally became hot.

Suddenly he understood everything.

Temptations from time to time, deep scrutiny, long-planned approach, unreasonable insight... The man in front of him has already figured out the problem for him, but he didn't realize the answer until now.

With hindsight, I don't know where the love came from. It turned out that I had already been captured by a love net.

Yan Huanchao looked at Fang Mufeng's red eyes, approached slowly, bowed his head slightly, and kissed his lips.

The moment the four lips touched, a teardrop broke the line, and slid down from the corner of Fang Mufeng's eye along the line of the face, and was kissed dry at the corner of the lips.

Fang Mufeng was picked up by Yan Huanchao. He propped his elbows on the bed, raised his upper body slightly, and watched Yan Huanchao kiss him from the instep, all the way up.

Kissing his ankle that was pinched blue and purple on the bed a few days ago, kissing the scar on his knee when he was filming, and sucking the ambiguous red mark on his inner thigh...

Fang Mufeng was so comfortable that he trembled all over, and moaned like a kitten again and again, but he couldn't resist the shame in his heart, especially because he wanted to watch Yan Huanchao serve his body with his own eyes.

He moved to the head of the bed, trying to escape, but Yan Huanchao moved faster than him, immediately grabbed his ankle and brought it to his side, leaned over, and kissed his lips tenderly.

The two exchanged each other's body fluids eagerly, and the kiss deepened day by day, like falling into a boundless wine jar, getting drunk.

After the kiss, Yan Huanchao propped up his upper body, held Fang Mufeng's face in the palm of his hand, and brushed the beautiful face with his fingertips as if there was nothing, he didn't want to use more strength, for fear of pain, It's broken.

Fang Mufeng's eyes were blurred, his cheeks were flushed, and he was already a drunk traveler in Taohuayuan.After being separated from Yan Huanchao for only a few seconds, he was addicted to alcohol again. He stretched his arms around Yan Huanchao's neck, pressed his lips to his, and wanted to get drunk again.

Yan Huanchao smiled slightly, hugged Fang Mufeng tenderly and entangled with each other, and kissed very seriously and meticulously.

He had kissed the beauty in front of him countless times, but every time was as fresh as the first time, no matter it was in this life or in the distant previous life.

However, a few panicked questions, a painting, and an archery competition after rebirth woke up to try people out, not to mention that the little beauty always showed unreasonable hostility towards Yan Jingshan, and her love for Yan Jingshan who looked similar to him. Aversion to such evaluations.

No matter how many times he is reborn, Fang Mufeng always has a clear distinction between love and hate, and never hides his feelings.

Yan Huanchao knew very early on that the little lover in his arms was also someone who turned back time.

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Well, he was born again