Blooming on the ground

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After a lifetime, Fang Mufeng faced this "Eagle Spreading Wings" face to face again, and Fang Mufeng's heart beat like a drum, but his state of mind was quite different.

In the previous life, I was restless because I still had expectations and reluctance for freedom and self-realization, but I had to give up for the so-called love. In this life, it is because I am eager to try, and I can't help flapping my wings to compete with the strong wind.

This was written by Yan Huanchao in his 20s. At that time, he was in the limelight, and it was the time when the spring breeze was proud of his horseshoe.

Fang Mufeng never thought that this would be Yan Huanchao's handwriting, if Cheng Min hadn't told him later.Yan Dayingdi doesn't like to be famous, even if he has high aesthetics and first-class skills in gardening and painting, he has never publicized it to the outside world. It is normal that Fang Mufeng didn't know about it at the time.

"He just gave you the painting because he likes it. He treats you very well. He has hidden this painting for almost ten years. It was painted when he was in his twenties. It is difficult to find this strong and vigorous feeling in future works." , I asked for it several times but failed to get it." Cheng Min said in a joking tone.

Fang Mufeng also couldn't understand why Yan Huanchao would give this significant painting to a stranger.

Cheng Min has been collecting famous paintings for many years. Seeing that this painting seems to be on his mind for a long time, Fang Mufeng thought for a few seconds and said, "A gentleman does not take what others like. How about I transfer it to you privately?"

"No," Cheng Min quickly waved his hand and refused, "If he knew, he would definitely take this painting back, and he would never give it to anyone again."

Fang Mufeng looked puzzled.

Cheng Min showed helplessness, and explained: "Huan Chao is a bit strangely paranoid, he likes to pursue the so-called uniqueness, he will only give this painting to one person, and only once. For example, if you push If you ask him for it after dropping it, he won’t give it anymore.”

"Like this painting?" Yan Huanchao in this life asked the same question.

Fang Mufeng withdrew from the lingering memory, turned to look at him, thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Teacher Yan is willing to part with you?"

On a whim, he suddenly wondered how Yan Huanchao would answer this time.

Yan Huanchao narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Mufeng, seemingly in deep thought, but after a while he smiled and shook his head.

Fang Mufeng couldn't hide the astonishment on his face for a moment, obviously this person gave him this painting generously in his previous life.

"This painting has already been given away, so I can't give it away anymore," Yan Huanchao smiled softly, approached Fang Mufeng, raised his arms and gently wrapped his arms around his waist, his gentle smile was tinged with ambiguity, "But it's rare for you to take the initiative to speak, You can ask for something else."

This life is different from what was agreed, and I don't know who was the first to ask for this treasure, but it is unreasonable to give away the painting but still stay at Yan Huanchao's house.Maybe Yan Huanchao in this life has become picky, or he is reluctant to give it away because of a mistake.

If you don't get what you want most, everything else is the next best thing. Fang Mufeng is puzzled and unhappy.

Yan Huanchao noticed that Fang Mufeng was distracted under his nose, and reached out to pinch his chin: "Unhappy?"

Fang Mufeng put all the miscellaneous thoughts behind him, and said calmly: "No, the teacher doesn't want to send it, so I don't want anything."

Yan Huanchao said, "If you like it, I can draw other pictures for you."

Fang Mufeng still hadn't fully digested his emotions, so he asked without hesitation, "Want to draw me a portrait sketch?"

As soon as he said this, he realized that he had slipped the tongue, not because he was concerned about what the other party would notice. Rebirth is too mysterious. Who would think about it, for fear that it would be abrupt to Yan Huanchao, who didn't know at the moment.

Yan Huanchao frowned immediately, his gaze became strange, and there was a rare change in waves.

Fang Mufeng looked back frankly, pretending to be ignorant, and said, "Didn't Teacher Yan say that he could draw something else for me?"

The turmoil in Yan Huan's eyes slowly calmed down, and the corners of his mouth curled up after a while, and he didn't say whether to send it or not.

Fang Mufeng didn't care, it was just something he said casually to find love for himself.

They said they came to eat, and they picked the vegetables casually in the yard, but they had to go out to find the meat by themselves.Yan Huanchao dug out the used fishing rod from the tool room, Mu Feng stretched out his hand, and said with a smile, "Would the big star go fishing with me?"

Stars bigger than him are leisurely and content in this kind of back-to-basics life, of course Fang Mufeng doesn't mind.

As far as he could remember, this was not the first time the two of them had gone fishing.That day waiting for Cheng Min was boring, Yan Huanchao also invited him to go fishing by the river, but unfortunately he got up early to keep the appointment and was very sleepy, holding the fishing rod in his hand, but he dozed off. Looking at the shoulder of Yan Dayingdi.

The second trip, Yan Huanchao is still the same Yan Huanchao, but Fang Mufeng is not the original Fang Mufeng.

He followed Yan Huanchao, along the winding and difficult mountain road, and crossed a small forest. After ten minutes of walking, his eyes suddenly opened up, and he finally came to the river.

Probably because of the open view and fresh air in the wild, people's hearts are also brightened. Along the way, Mu Feng was curious about everything, asking questions.Yan Huanchao patiently answered them one by one, and sometimes even told him the names and habits of certain plants in turn, and pointed out to him where the swallow's nest was.

Seeing a passing villager greet Yan Huanchao, Fang Mufeng asked him, don't they know you?

"Some people know, probably know that I am an actor," Yan Huansheng said indifferently, "I have never filmed a TV series, nor have I been on a show or news. I am not very popular, and I am not well-known."

Fang Mufeng still had doubts: "Aren't you worried that reporters will find here?"

"I've been here. I used to have it from time to time." Yan Huanchao squatted by the river while looking at the other bank, sorting out fishing rods and baits.

"and after?"

Yan Huanchao handed one of the fishing rods to Fang Mufeng, and smiled: "I invited them to lunch and showed them the flowers and trees in the yard. I told them that they could write or shoot whatever they wanted, but I couldn't report it anyway."

At this point, Mu Feng understood that the film star who dared to be strict was to slap a sweet date first, first he greeted them kindly for a homely meal, and then used resources to block any news that might leak out.Just like him himself, he seems to be polite and approachable, but in fact, like this yard, he has his own world away from the crowd.

"Concentrate," Fang Mufeng didn't get too distracted, Yan Huanchao was already close to him, reached out to hold the fishing rod with him, and asked, "Can you fish?"

Fang Mufeng vaguely remembered how Yan Huanchao taught him by hand. It was not difficult or easy, but it was a pity that he dozed off that day, which led to him returning empty-handed.

"It's a job where practice makes perfect and luck." As a novice, he didn't know where the confidence came from. "Make a bet?"

Yan Huanchao let go of his hand and looked at him with interest: "What are you betting on?"

The most recent thing I want is that painting, Fang Mufeng proposed: "If I catch the fish before you, give me the picture of the eagle?"

Yan Huanchao smiled lowly: "Do you like it that much?"

Fang Mufeng felt that direct admission might be seen as an act of flattery, so he said, "I can't get it, so I want it even more."

Seeing that Yan Huanchao was noncommittal, he said again: "I said it was a gift, but the painting is not still with you. Teacher Yan didn't want to give it to me, so he said that."

Fang Mufeng didn't want to be so clumsy and obnoxious to others, but he accidentally said this with force, and when he turned around to think about it, it sounded more like intimacy and coquettishness.

"In that case, it's my fault." Yan Huan looked down at him, with a deeper smile in his eyes. His words sounded like reproaches, but he didn't show any displeasure.

Fang Mufeng also knew that he couldn't just ask and not give, so he added an appropriate sentence: "If I lose, you can also ask."

Yan Huanchao twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, as if interested: "Let me draw a portrait of you."

Fang Mufeng was taken aback, what kind of request is this, but Yan Huanchao paused and said, "Naked."

Fang Mufeng raised his eyebrows, and replied without much hesitation: "Okay, it's a deal."

Today it is rare to be so aware of good and evil, knowing that there was a trap before, but still swaggeringly stepping in, all because he knows that if he does not fall into this trap, he has to fall into it, and if he does not fall into it now, he will fall into it sooner or later.

Since you can't escape, you might as well accept it.

When he and Yan Huanchao calculated this account, he would never be the one to lose.

There is no one around in the deep mountains and wild ridges, and the eyes are full of lush greenery. After choosing the fishing position, they put aside the fishing line and sat on the folding stools to concentrate on fishing without speaking.

The early spring was still a bit chilly, and the temperature was just right. Fang Mufeng breathed in the fresh air, staring at the buoy as it went up and down with the waves, quietly waiting for the big fish to take the bait.The heart that has been tossed and turned emotionally for acting these days has gradually settled down, and distracting thoughts have gradually disappeared.

You don't know if you will be hooked, nor can you guess when you will be hooked. The most attractive thing about fishing is this uncertainty.

After about an hour, Piao began to slowly float up and down, Fang Mufeng's eyes lit up, Yan Huanchao also noticed it, and looked over.

When the fish came, Fang Mufeng vaguely remembered to hold his breath, and wait for the float to sink in a straight line before reeling in the line to catch the fish.

Two or three minutes later, the buoy was pulled into the water by a sudden force, Fang Mufeng quickly got up and lifted the pole, and began to wrestle with it.You come and I have a good time, a big fish is finally pulled out of the water.He was so excited that he got carried away, and shouted at Yan Huan, "I caught it!"

However, taking advantage of Fang Mufeng's early celebration, the fish flopped a few times when it was about to be pulled to the shore, unhooked, jumped into the water, and ran away.

Yan Huanchao watched the whole process from the sidelines, and quickly picked up the fishing net next to him, and cooperated with Fang Mufeng to grab it and put it in the fish cage.

"It's called, I lost Jingzhou carelessly," Yan Da, the film king, let it go if he didn't help, but even added a sarcastic remark, and raised his hand to pat the back of Fang Mufeng's head, "It's a pity, but it deserves it."

Seeing the victory that was about to come to naught, but there was a guy watching the show beside him, Fang Mufeng was sulking, and counterattacked: "That's my win too. We bet on who will catch the fish first. Now I caught it."

Yan Huanchao smiled: "Where's the fish?"

Fang Mufeng wanted to play tricks to the end, and said solemnly: "Let him go."

The sky is blue, the sun is just right, and the fine dust flying is clearly visible, which makes the people in front of us bright and dazzling.The face is handsome, the skin is transparent, and the eyes are burning like torches, which makes people feel confused. It makes people sigh how good it is to be young and young.Even opening his eyes openly and telling nonsense now that Jialai refuses to admit it, he is extremely cute.

Yan Huan looked at Fang Mufeng's face carefully, took a few steps closer, reached out to hold his chin, and pulled his face closer to him.

Fang Mufeng let him come, without resisting, he just raised his face and looked back at Yan Huanchao.He noticed that the way the other party looked at him was a bit wrong. Normally, Yan Huanchao looked at him with teasing eyes or tenderness that made it difficult to distinguish the true from the false, but at this moment the eyes were full of deeper emotions.

After a while, that emotion disappeared in the depths of his eyes, and Yan Huan touched the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "She is a beauty."

I didn't expect to get such a compliment. It's not that Fang Mufeng has never been told that he is good-looking, but he feels a little uncomfortable being praised so seriously by Yan Huanchao.But this kind of embarrassment didn't last long, because Yan Huanchao went on to say: "It's a shame."