Blooming on the ground

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"He's interested in you, and nine out of ten the role is yours." Walking out of Dongbo Film and Television, Sheng Lan said.

Fang Mufeng was completely immersed in the scenes and plots he set just now, and he didn't notice the reactions around him. He looked puzzled: "Is there?"

Sheng Lan lowered her voice and analyzed: "He's been staring at you the whole time, and he never left his eyes. Before he auditioned, he didn't have much patience when he met someone who wasn't interested, so he didn't look at it after just looking at it."

Many years ago, like today, she led the young Yan Huanchao to accept Gao Linyuan's review.At that time, Gao Linyuan had a similar reaction, never moving his eyes away from Yan Huanchao's body from the beginning to the end.

However, after nearly a week, Fang Mufeng did not receive any news. Instead, he saw a report that "Late Spring" was originally scheduled to lead a female lead drunk driving. She was a well-known actress in the industry, which caused quite a stir. Then There are rumors that Gao Linyuan will replace the heroine.

It was true and false, and there was a lot of disturbance, Fang Mufeng felt bored watching it.He is indeed looking forward to working with Gao Linyuan, but it is estimated that the other party is also in a state of desperation recently, and has no time or mood to talk to him.

This day, I received a call from Yan Huanchao, and the film king Yan Da sent out an invitation: "Today, do you want to have a meal?"

Fang Mufeng has no schedule for the time being, so he agreed.

Zhao Qingyi was waiting for him in Xingchuan's underground parking lot.I thought Zhao Qingyi was the only one in the car, but Yan Huanchao was waiting for him in the back seat, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Fang Mufeng opened the rear door and got in: "Teacher has been waiting for a long time."

Zhao Qingyi nodded at him and said with a smile, "Mr. Fang."

Yan Huanchao heard the movement, opened his eyes to look at him, and said, "It's good to have fat."

After filming "Zero Celsius", Fang Mufeng deliberately resumed his normal diet and work and rest, and got rid of Guan Minghang's influence on his life. Under Luo Tian's feeding, his weight gradually returned to the original level.

As the car drove towards the suburbs, Yan Huanchao asked him, "How was the audition?"

Fang Mufeng immediately asked back: "Will Teacher Yan not know?"

Yan Huanchao still smiled slightly and did not express his opinion. It seemed that he knew the inside story to some extent.

Seeing that Fang Mufeng didn't seem interested in knowing, Yan Huanchao said, "It seems that you don't want to know the result."

Fang Mufeng looked forward: "It is a fait accompli, if it is me, I will receive the notification sooner or later, if it is not me, there is no need to know."

Yan Huanchao chuckled, raised two fingers to caress Fang Mufeng's side face, very casually, along the sideburns all the way down to the beautiful straight neck, and then said: "You don't want to know how Gao Linyuan evaluates your performance?"

When the words came to the point, Fang Mufeng grabbed his hand and turned to look at him.

"What did he say?" Fang Mufeng asked.

The result is only selected or not selected, it is only a matter of time to know whether it is known or not, but the evaluation is not the same.He has no personal relationship with Gao Linyuan. Without Yan Huanchao, he might not be able to know what Gao Linyuan thinks of his performance and what problems exist in his current performance.

Yan Huan turned his hand over and held Fang Mufeng's hand instead, rubbing his thumb on the back of his hand ambiguously, and said with a half-smile: "The next step is to pay for listening."

Knowing that Yan Huanchao would not miss any chance to tease him, Fang Mufeng felt that it was boring to be beaten passively all the time, so he simply leaned forward and kissed Yan Huanchao's lips in front of others.

This kiss took both lips and tongue into consideration, and the sincerity was in place.

The lips parted slightly, and Fang Mufeng's eyes were blurred for a moment. When he met Yan Huanchao's deep eyes, he found a slightly surprised look on his usually calm face.

After the four eyes intertwined for a few seconds, Yan Huanchao kissed back with a smile, rubbing gently and rubbing gently.

Seeing that the kiss was about to deepen again, Fang Mufeng pushed Yan Huanchao away, and sat upright in his seat, as if nothing had happened.

"Pay enough," he said.

Yan Huanchao touched his lips, looked at Fang Mufeng with the eyes of finding something interesting, and smiled after a while: "Gao Linyuan thinks you look like me."

Hearing what he said, Fang Mufeng suddenly felt disappointed, and blurted out: "That's it?"

Yan Huanchao seemed to see his emotions, and asked, "You don't like this evaluation?"

Fang Mufeng concealed: "It's an honor for me to have a relationship with the great actor, but I don't think I can bear it."

Whether Yan Huanchao believes it or not, he will not open up and say it, because he is too much like you in his previous life, but in this life he was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of well ropes.

Yan Huanchao didn't take it seriously, he lifted Fang Mufeng's bangs away, revealing dark eyes, and said slowly: "Gao Linyuan thinks that you have ideas, talents and preparations, and it's rare for you to have a good-looking pair Eyes, the fly in the ointment is that the emotional rendering of the characters is too positive, but this can all be adjusted.”

Fang Mufeng asked: "Then how does he think I look like you?"

"I'm lying to you," Yan Huanchao kept looking at him, his eyes were as deep as the sea, "you are very resistant to being like me?"

Fang Mufeng knew that this kind of resistance was a bit obvious, and he might offend Yan Da, who is unpredictable in mood and anger.You must know that those in high positions are more or less narcissistic, especially the species like stars who are praised to the sky and have infinite aura.

As he considered his words, he said, "Not really, I can't control what others think, but I hope that everything I get is because of myself, not because of who I look like."

Yan Huanchao said: "Then you have already done it. You impress Gao Linyuan with your performance, and Li Jiaping also has a good impression of you."

There was a kind of convincing power in the gaze he looked over, and Fang Mufeng's heart couldn't help but tremble, probably because he was moved by this sentence.

After turning left and turning right for nearly an hour, the scenery outside the window gradually became desolate and sparsely populated. What came into view was a large forest, fresh green farmland, and occasionally one or two thatched brick houses.The narrow road is too narrow for cars to drive in. After getting off the car, go down the winding path and pass through a small green forest. There is a chic farmyard hidden in the greenery.

Fang Mufeng wasn't too surprised, he recognized where this was going when he was nearly halfway through the drive, after all, he had been there before.

As soon as Zhao Qing sent them to the gate of the courtyard, he left first, leaving only him and Yan Huanchao.

In front of the door is a large clump of camellias, red, pink, and white. The apricot blossoms in the yard stretch their branches to the outside of the wall, and the clouds-like flowers bloom proudly on the branches.When the breeze blows in early spring, the crisp wind chimes sound from nowhere, fluttering and fluttering, and the next rain of apricot blossoms.

Yan Huanchao opened the courtyard door and made a gesture of invitation.

When Fang Mufeng walked into the courtyard, his eyes immediately became lively. The vast courtyard is full of unique details.The vines pour down from the surrounding walls like waterfalls, and the greenery is thick.When I came here in the previous life, it happened to be in the flowering period of the yellow wood fragrance. Outside the door, I saw that the whole small courtyard was embraced by the rich fragrance of flowers and clusters of flowers. As far as the eye could see, it was a large area of ​​light creamy yellow dotted with fine emerald greens, which was very beautiful. poetry.

Apricot blossoms, roses, ginkgoes, walnuts, and unnamed fruit trees were planted inside and outside the yard. Flowers and trees are everywhere, setting off the path paved with stones.Farmland and small ponds have been reclaimed in the corners. The vegetables grow just right, and the small ponds are full of flowing water. They are self-sufficient and self-entertaining.Wind chimes are hung under the eaves to play music against the wind, and birds stop and sing along from time to time. A ladder is set up on the side of the small courtyard, so you can climb to the eaves to count the stars on a fine night.

It is full of vitality everywhere, and it can be seen that the owner of the courtyard has put a lot of thought into it. He is a smart, interesting person who loves to be alone.

I still remember that Fang Mufeng was deeply impressed when I first met this small courtyard, and now I come back after a lifetime, and the more I look at it, the happier I am.

Being in it, he was in a good mood, and his smile was three points brighter than the pink apricot blossom: "You said you are eating here?"

The beauty walked into the beautiful scenery, and his brows were filled with joy, while Yan Huanchao, who created the beautiful scenery, was admiring the beauty, and the smile on his face deepened: "Do you like it?"

Fang Mufeng's eyes were full of freshness and agility, and he couldn't help saying: "I really like it."

But Yan Huanchao didn't see that he was the only one in his eyes at the moment, and said: "I like it too."

In his previous life, Fang Mufeng wanted to take a rest for Yan Jingshan, and made this decision, he went his own way without complaint or regret.

Cheng Min couldn't resist him, the last request he made as a photographer was to leave him a few photos.

Fang Mufeng laughed and said, "I'm not going to die if you leave any photos, I still have a chance to meet you in the future."

Cheng Min is usually not very serious, but now he seldom puts his face on the floor.

Fang Mufeng could feel the melancholy, regret, and maybe even sympathy in his eyes, which made him feel hot all over, and his heart beat violently.

"The real you is not in Yan Jingshan's love, but in the play," Cheng Min sighed, "When you give up acting for him, you are no longer yourself."

Fang Mufeng was immersed in what he thought was love, and he didn't take it seriously.

On a fine day, Fang Mufeng went to the appointment on time, and Cheng Min said that he found a beautiful place for the background, which was a friend's residence.He drove around and groped the villagers to ask for directions, and it took him a long time to find the yard.

There was no answer to the knock on the door, Cheng Min said on the phone that there was still a traffic jam on the way, so just let him go in directly.Fang Mufeng felt that Mao would offend the owner of the courtyard by rushing in, but he didn't think so, but Cheng Min burst into a hearty laugh. He said, "Don't worry, he won't get angry no matter what you do."

Fang Mufeng pushed the door in half-believingly, and was attracted all attention at a glance. He sat on the stone beside the small pond and stared blankly, looking at the beautiful flowers on the wall, and let himself go.

He didn't know the name of the flower, but he just wanted to stare at it like this.

"That's called Huang Muxiang, a variant of Muxianghua, the flower language is..."

A voice as thick as wine suddenly sounded from behind, and Fang Mufeng was really startled. In a split second, his body fell back into the small pond.

The small pond was actually deeper than it looked, and Fang Mufeng's clothes were mostly wet after he thumped a few times.Although spring came, the temperature difference between day and night in the mountain village in the early morning was huge, and the water was cold. He was shivering from the cold, and he couldn't even see the people in front of him clearly.

He has not yet recovered, sitting in the water, looking up.

It was Yan Huanchao who came, and they met a few times a long time ago.

A handsome face gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, Fang Mufeng froze until the other party pulled him up from the water, and a mellow and pleasant voice was close at hand: "...I am your captive."

Fang Mufeng still didn't react, and gave a suspicious "hmm".

The two were very close, and his hand was still tightly held. The coolness of the early spring morning and the body temperature of a strange man were sent to each other.

Yan Huanchao looked at him with a half-smile, a pair of eyes like the deep sea, which was a bit overwhelming.

It took him a long time before he answered his own words: "I say, Mu Xianghua's flower language."

Fang Mufeng knew that he was being rude, and his face turned red immediately.

Putting on clean clothes, Fang Mufeng called Cheng Min uneasy. He never expected that the friend Cheng Min mentioned would be Yan Huanchao.

The guy was probably still driving, and he didn't answer the bell after it rang.

Coming out of the bathroom, no one was there, Fang Mu walked a few steps and looked around.Compared with the lively atmosphere outside the house, the overall tone of the house is light and the design is minimalist. The advantage is that there are windows on three sides, and the sunshine is overwhelming, making people's eyes bright.

Fang Mufeng's wandering eyes finally stopped on a Chinese painting on the white wall of the living room, he approached and stopped in front of the painting.

The pen and ink are unrestrained, vigorous and powerful. The eagle has keen eyes and sharp claws, as if it is about to wave its broad wings to fight the sky.

He stared at the painting so intently that Yan Huan didn't even notice that he was approaching him.

"Like this painting?"

Fang Mufeng woke up and nodded subconsciously.

Yan Huanchao smiled, and asked again: "Do you know who painted it?"

Fang Mufeng looked back deliberately, there was no signature on the painting, he shook his head, and then replied in the words of a writer: "If you think eggs are delicious, you don't have to know the hen that laid them."

Yan Huanchao immediately laughed heartily, the beauty was cheerful, pleasant to hear, and beautiful to look at.

Half a month after that trip to Yan Huanchao's private courtyard by mistake, Fang Mufeng received a gift from him, which was this painting that fascinated Fang Mufeng, and there was also a sketch of a half-naked figure, which was Fang Mufeng himself.

That day, Cheng Min took a photo of him with a camera, and Yan Huanchao was leisurely admiring him, drawing such a sketch of him without looking back.

Uncle Yan's family is really a strange person, Fang Mufeng thought so at that time.