Chapter 185: Jianghu Night Rain Ten Years of Lights (18)

Wen Jianyan and the others were the ones who were asking questions aggressively, but for some reason, their momentum suddenly softened under Xu Xiangdong's "gentle and friendly" gaze.

They sat uncomfortably on the chairs that were brought up temporarily, and with the table in front of them, they had the illusion that they were being judged.

Shen Minghuan frowned in distress: "You made such a big fuss, but I just want to say that I have lost my memory."

He said it casually, as if it was just a trivial matter, but the others jumped up from their chairs in surprise when they heard it: "You have lost your memory? How did you lose your memory?"

"How should I know?" Shen Minghuan said nonchalantly: "I have lost my memory, how do I know what happened to me?"

I understand, Shen Minghuan seems to be very capable and powerful, but in fact he is unreliable.

They cast their eyes on Xu Xiangdong.

Xu Xiangdong nodded: "I really don't know the reason. We took Mr. Shen to the hospital for a comprehensive physical examination and found nothing unusual. So this time I also want to ask everyone, did you find anything abnormal when you were with Mr. Shen?"

"Abnormal?" Wen Jianyan sneered: "Isn't there enough abnormality in him?"

Who knows if it is abnormal or his nature suddenly revealed.

Shen Minghuan's face remained unchanged, but Xu Xiangdong was a little unhappy: "Mr. Wen, please don't make any rash judgments before the matter is investigated clearly."

Wen Jianyan ignored the seriousness in this sentence. He looked at Shen Minghuan, his voice still cold: "Since you said you lost your memory, Shen Minghuan, I have one last question-when did you lose your memory?"

Tell him it was eight years ago.

Tell him that there are indeed difficulties in not clarifying and not responding, tell him that all the complaints and blame are just misunderstandings, so that he can feel at ease to attribute the suffering of these years to the impermanence of the world.

Shen Minghuan could answer this question. He didn't think much and said honestly, "Half a year ago, February 17th."

"Is that so..."

Wen Jianyan swallowed the sourness in his throat, lowered his eyes, and repeated with a sneer, "Is that so."

Qi Yunzhou, who was sitting next to Wen Jianyan, patted his shoulder comfortingly, and then smiled apologetically at Shen Minghuan, silently making a "sorry" mouth shape.

He could understand Wen Jianyan's thoughts, but his temperament was much softer than Wen Jianyan's. He was always good at considering problems from the perspective of others, and habitually took care of and tolerated everyone.

In his opinion, the presumption of innocence, Shen Minghuan lost his memory, and no one knew what happened back then, so Shen Minghuan could not be convicted simply based on an experience.

But they were victims after all. He was strict with himself and could not vent his anger on Shen Minghuan, but he was not qualified to ask others to do the same.

He was not Wen Jianyan. Even if they had similar experiences, he dared not say "I feel the same way".

It is not a gentleman's behavior to be generous to others.

Wen Jianyan has suffered, and only he has the right to choose whether to let go or not. No one else has the right to persuade him to let go.

Even if Xu Xiangdong thinks he is omnipotent, he is not a professional in this area after all. Seeing that he can't get anything out of him, he concluded: "Mr. Shen's situation is a state secret. Please don't spread it. Someone will contact you later. I hope you can cooperate with the investigation."

Guan Yang couldn't help gossiping, and raised his hand tremblingly: "Who is Shen Minghuan?"

Xu Xiangdong showed a business smile: "Important personnel."

It was the same as saying nothing. Guan Yang withdrew his hand in disappointment, thinking that the other party might as well say "no comment".

They each walked out of the room in a trance with a messy mood. Xu Xiangdong followed Shen Minghuan and whispered: "Mr. Shen, the things you asked me to prepare have been placed in your laboratory."

Although some of them are quite precious, with Shen Minghuan's authority, he can naturally approve them as soon as he applies.

In fact, this empty room is also a "temporary laboratory" prepared for Shen Minghuan, so that he doesn't want to do something but can't find a place to do it because he is under the camera. However, the equipment and conditions of this small room are not sufficient. It's okay to make some small inventions and modifications, but more professional ones still need to go to a special laboratory.

Shen Minghuan nodded, he stepped forward quickly, grabbed Zhao Tianxing who was absent-minded in front of him: "Director Zhao, I want to take a leave in the afternoon."

Director Zhao came back to his senses: "What?"

He muttered reluctantly: "Recording now."

Xu Xiangdong appeared beside him at some point and smiled at him: "Director Zhao, Mr. Shen can also move freely during the recording period. This is written in the contract."

Zhao Tianxing: "..."

Damn Cheng Zhuo, it's really difficult.

He only had a vague guess about Shen Minghuan's identity, but he didn't dare to compete with the country for people, so he had to ask reluctantly: "When will you come back?"

Shen Minghuan thought about it: "Tomorrow morning."

There is not enough time in the afternoon, and he may have to stay up all night or something.

Qi Yunzhou noticed the movement here, he turned around: "Minghuan, aren't you coming back to eat sweet and sour pork ribs?"

"It doesn't matter." Shen Minghuan said indifferently: "I can eat it when I go back."

He looked at Xu Xiangdong.

Xu Xiangdong nodded solemnly: "Arrange it." He quickly took out a notebook from his pocket and wrote it down.

Qi Yunzhou: "..."

To be honest, this sounds pretty bad.

He smiled helplessly: "Be careful on the road."

*

When Shen Minghuan came back early the next morning, he found that the villa was in chaos.

Director Zhao rubbed his sleepy eyes and said hello: "Ming Huan, you are back. Jian Yan was not feeling well and went to the hospital last night, and we have just come back."

He was past the age where he could stay up late. Qi Yunzhou and the others were still in good spirits after not sleeping all night. He still couldn't open his eyes after drinking a large cup of strong tea.

"Uncomfortable?" Shen Minghuan asked in surprise: "What's wrong with him?"

Director Zhao smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know."

He deeply felt that he was out of luck. Since the filming of the sixth season of "Extraordinary" started, everything went wrong in less than two days, which was far from what he had imagined.

How about he also hold a power-on ceremony in the future, burn incense and worship Buddha or something?

Director Zhao explained: "Last night, Jian Yan had pain all over his body for some unknown reason. If you weren't there, you wouldn't know. He was sweating all over his body, and the pain was so painful that he was a little unconscious. But before the ambulance came, he said that he Yunzhou and the others were worried that it was okay, so they took him to the hospital for examination. "

He was also a little confused: "I ran up and down the hospital last night and did all the tests I could, but the doctor said no problems were found. We had no choice but to come back with Jian Yan. They are now taking custody upstairs. Take a brief rest."

Shen Minghuan frowned, "I'll go up and take a look."

Xu Xiangdong did not follow. He stood next to Director Zhao, chatting. Xu Xiangdong said casually: "It's really strange lately. Why are there so many strange diseases with no known cause? Mr. Shen went to the hospital for a checkup and the doctor said there was nothing wrong... Huh? Wait!"

The two looked at each other and found the same shock in each other's eyes.

Zhao Tianxing probed: "Maybe it's a coincidence?"

Xu Xiangdong's face was heavy: "Isn't that too coincidental?"

With today's medical standards, it is normal to say that there is a terminal illness that cannot be cured, but is it too strange that the cause of the disease cannot even be found? Shen Minghuan's case was a headache for them, but before the cause was investigated, a second case appeared, and the two parties involved were inextricably linked.

Xu Xiangdong looked solemn, "Director Zhao, has Wen Jianyan ever lost his memory before?"

When Shen Minghuan went upstairs, he found that the double room was particularly lively. When he walked to the door, he saw Wen Jianyan half-leaning on the bed. He was still covered with a thick quilt in the summer, and he was holding a cup of steaming boiled water in his hand.

The remaining four people stood beside the bed, staring at him nervously and concernedly.

Wen Jianyan looked helpless: "I'm really fine. You guys are always surrounding me like this. How can you record the show? We still have tasks to do today. If we don't go on, Director Zhao will go crazy."

Even though he tried to be as humorous as possible, the solemn atmosphere at the scene did not improve at all.

In a rare moment, Qi Yunzhou completely suppressed his smile and said in a cold and serious tone: "In short, you still can't tell us what happened to you?"

Wen Jianyan was silent, and after a moment, he lowered his head apologetically.

Just changing rooms was originally a very simple matter. He knew that as long as he mentioned it to Chu He, Chu He would immediately agree without even having to find a reason. But after a long period of psychological construction, he still couldn't do anything to plot against his brothers.

He had originally planned to excuse himself to wash up and hide in the bathroom when the time came. There would be no cameras in there. He could easily get through that minute, take a shower and change clothes without arousing anyone's suspicion.

However, this time it was more than one minute, and the Best Actor system deliberately moved the time forward without reminding him.

The pain was severe and unexpected. Wen Jianyan tried his best to endure it, but he still couldn't restrain his body's instinctive reaction.

His lowered eyebrows were filled with pain and guilt, as he recalled the chaos in the villa last night, and everyone didn't have a rest all night, all because of him.

Zhou Ge is such a calm person, but he can be so panicked at times, Chu He is so strong, Wen Jianyan sees him cry for the first time, and Guan Yang, Shu Shu...

It's all because of him, it's all his fault.

The actor system snorted arrogantly: [Host, this is just a small warning. ]

Guan Yang couldn't help but beg: "Brother Yan, just tell us."

Wen Jianyan's head lowered further and he closed his eyes: "Isn't that right..."

"Dong dong."

Shen Minghuan stood at the door for a long time, and when no one noticed him, he knocked on the door.

He smiled: "Can I borrow Wen Xiaoyan? I want to have a few words with him alone."

"Why? Is there anything we can't listen to?" Guan Yang was like a hedgehog who didn't distinguish between friends and foes. His eyes were red and he was stubbornly unwilling to give in.

Why don't they know anything?

Eight years ago, they asked Shen Minghuan the reason, but Shen Minghuan refused to tell them. Eight years later, they asked Wen Jianyan the reason, and Wen Jianyan actually refused to tell him either. Obviously, when Wen Jianyan was trying to persuade Shen Minghuan, Wen Jianyan followed the same principles, but when it was his turn, he stopped counting.

It's good now that these two people have to openly tell secrets.

Why!

"Xiaoyang." Qi Yunzhou stopped him, "Stop talking, let's go out."

"Brother Zhou!"

Qi Yunzhou took a deep look at Shen Minghuan and took the lead to walk out, "What's more important now is Jian Yan's body."