Chapter 207: Jianghu Night Rain Ten Years of Lights (40)

Guan Yang looked eagerly at Qi Yunzhou who was grilling meat: "Brother Zhou, I want to eat mutton skewers."

Qi Yunzhou said in a gentle tone: "Okay, wait a minute, I'll grill the chicken wings that Minghuan likes to eat first."

Guan Yang said "Oh" and changed another stove: "Brother Yan, I want to eat mushrooms."

Wen Jianyan glanced at him with disdain: "If you want to eat, grill it yourself." Then he took the grilled eggplant to find Shen Minghuan.

No one paid attention to Guan Yang looking around, suddenly felt desolate, just wanting to find a good brother who shared the same bad taste with him to tell his inner sadness, raised his eyes and saw Lin Jiashu handing Shen Minghuan a drink with a smile on his face, and suddenly felt even more sad.

He grabbed Chu He who was passing by, and roughly ruffled Chu He's hair, wailing: "Xiao He, we both fell out of favor. We are brothers who are not wanted by brothers. Shen Minghuan is their good brother."

"Let me go!" Chu He stepped on him hard, broke free from his hand, and complained loudly: "Don't rub my head!"

Guan Yang argued, "I just saw you obediently let Ming Huan rub your head. Ming Huan can do it, why can't I!"

Chu He straightened his messy hair and glared at him: "You are not Ming Huan."

"Huh? You you you..." Guan Yang covered his chest with one hand and pointed at him with a trembling hand, "How can you say such a cruel thing?"

He wailed again and turned and ran away, complaining as he ran: "Ming Huan, look at them, they all bully me."

Shen Minghuan heard his name and raised his head slowly, "Huh? Who bullied you?"

His tone was not as gentle as usual, With a little bit of coldness, even the casual tone turned into a condescending inquiry, as if it was not a conversation between friends, but an order from a superior to a subordinate.

Guan Yang was stunned for a moment.

He carefully looked at Shen Minghuan's expression and whispered to Qi Yunzhou: "Brother Zhou, do you think Minghuan's current state is not quite right?"

"What did you say?" Shen Minghuan's ears were sharp, and Qi Yunzhou had not responded yet. He had already questioned dissatisfiedly, with a strong disbelief, as if he didn't believe that his people would say this to him.

Shen Minghuan's eyes were sharp, and he raised his chin proudly: "You are scolding this king."

Even "this king" came out, and now even a blind man could see that Shen Minghuan was not normal.

Wen Jianyan panicked for a moment, but fortunately he quickly found the reason.

He looked at the empty wine bottle at Shen Minghuan's feet, "Who gave Minghuan wine?"

"No way?" Director Zhao, who bought several boxes of wine, was shocked: "Shen Minghuan has such a low alcohol tolerance?"

The alcohol content of these wines was not high. Director Zhao did not want to get people drunk at the beginning, but thought that there would be wine for barbecue and farewell. By then, everyone was half full and had drunk three rounds of wine, and the atmosphere was also slightly drunk.

Now the weather has turned cold, but it doesn't matter, they have a bonfire.

Sitting under the starry sky, facing the flames, eating barbecue, drinking a little wine, no matter what was said at that time, it would be a beautiful thing.

But at this moment, Director Zhao listened to Shen Minghuan calling "this king" all the time, and his expression was a little broken.

The romantic and warm night he imagined suddenly turned into a happy comedy?

"First of all, this king does not drink." Shen Minghuan approached with his hands behind his back. Except for a slightly red face, his eyes were very sober, and he didn't look drunk at all.

He swore: "Secondly, I can drink a lot!"

Guan Yang hesitated, Guan Yang couldn't help laughing, Guan Yang...

Guan Yang couldn't help laughing, he laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward: "How do you know that you can drink a lot if you don't drink? It's so funny, your words are illogical, and you still say you're not drunk."

Shen Minghuan slowly realized that he was being laughed at, he was furious, holding the wooden sticks left after eating the skewers: "How dare you!"

Guan Yang trembled, and didn't even dare to move for a while.

For some reason, Shen Minghuan didn't speak loudly, and his expression wasn't ferocious, but he inexplicably felt a little panic from the bottom of his heart.

But he quickly came to his senses, and felt that Shen Minghuan was worthy of being Shen Minghuan, and his acting skills were so good even when he was drunk.

Guan Yang pulled Chu He over and stood in front of him, "Xiao He, my good brother, please save me."

"Brother?" Shen Minghuan blinked, "Is it Xiao Jiu? Why do I remember you didn't look like this before?"

Well, the script has changed from the prince to the emperor again. Shen Minghuan's speed of ascending to the throne is quite fast.

Guan Yang rolled his eyes, and he walked out from behind Chu He, coaxing him seriously: "Ming Huan, I am actually your brother, call Guan Yang brother?"

Shen Minghuan looked at him coldly and raised the wooden stick: "Thief, you want to deceive me? I don't have an emperor brother."

"Wait, Ming Huan, calm down first." Guan Yang shouted loudly and ran around. Although the sharp tip of the wooden stick was broken, it would still hurt if it stabbed someone.

However, Shen Minghuan did not chase him. He stopped and shook the wooden stick in his hand blankly: "Is this my sword? Xiao Shanhai? Why are you thinner?"

He lowered his head, his tone was full of confusion and helplessness, and he seemed to be a little aggrieved.

Qi Yunzhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stepped forward and took the stick from Shen Minghuan, as if coaxing a child: "Wait until dawn and the sword will return to its original state. How about you go to sleep now?"

Shen Minghuan said "Oh", "It's dark."

This scene is somewhat familiar with this sentence that urges people to sleep. Shen Minghuan raised his eyes and said slowly: "But I don't want to sleep yet, brother."

Qi Yunzhou: "..."

Qi Yunzhou was silent, and then said sonorously but without principle: "Then I won't sleep!"

Wen Jianyan's eyes grew hot, "Ming Huan, why didn't you call me?"

Shen Minghuan ignored him and picked up another bottle of wine.

"Hey, no, no, no." Qi Yunzhou grabbed the bottle and said, "You can't drink it, or you will feel uncomfortable when you wake up tomorrow."

"Uncomfortable?"

"It just hurts. My head hurts and my stomach feels uncomfortable." Qi Yunzhou explained patiently.

Shen Minghuan nodded in understanding and proudly announced: "I'm not afraid of pain."

Even so, he obediently let go of his hand and let Qi Yunzhou take the bottle away.

"I'm used to showing off. How can anyone not be afraid of pain." Qi Yunzhou brought him a few skewers and said worriedly, "Eat more. You haven't eaten much for dinner yet. How about I cook you a bowl of porridge?"

Shen Minghuan shook his head.

As long as Shen Minghuan didn't speak, it was hard to tell that he was drunk. At the moment, he is sitting on the blanket, eating skewers leisurely, his movements are elegant and smooth, and he looks more normal than the howling Guan Yang not far away.

People are usually not too sad when parting. The real sadness is hidden in the blank space after people leave.

It's as if as the excitement dissipates, there is an empty space in my heart. It usually doesn't hurt or itch, but once the wind blows, it feels like a whistling, biting and hollow feeling.

But that was all in the future, and now their friends were still by their side, with good wine, good food, and beautiful scenery in front of them. It was a good time, so they were still laughing and joking to the fullest.

"I want to sing, let's sing, shall we?" Guan Yang's face was full of excitement; "Wait for me, I'll get the instrument."

Lin Jiashu pulled him hard: "You are not allowed to hold the erhu, and you are not allowed to hold the suona!"

Chu He silently dug into his pocket and took out a few pairs of earplugs, "Brother Zhou, Brother Yan, Ming Huan, do you want them?"

The bonfire crackled.

The courtyard is not big, and the bonfire is only a small one, just big enough for them to sit around in a circle.

When the wine was half drunk, the night was already dark.

No one proposed to end the show, even Director Zhao, who was supposed to be in control of the whole show, was reluctant to speak. It seemed that they would rather blow the cold wind here than go back to sleep in a warm bed.

Even if there is nothing to do, even if there is no one to talk to.

Guan Yang drank one drink after another. He was not drunk even after drinking. He said with disgust: "Director Zhao, is this wine you bought? This is a drink."

Director Zhao raised his chin in the direction of Shen Minghuan, indicating that there was a drunk person there.

Qi Yunzhou sighed, "It's very late. Pack up and go back to your room to rest. I'll make you some sobering soup. Drink it before going to bed."

He pulled Shen Minghuan into the room: "Minghuan, are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Shen Minghuan shook his head: "I don't feel uncomfortable now."

Guan Yang deliberately teased him while he was unconscious: "You don't feel uncomfortable now, does it mean you felt uncomfortable before?"

He was ready to escape, but he was afraid that Shen Minghuan would chase him again with a sign.

However, he never expected that Shen Minghuan would show hesitation.

Shen Minghuan hesitated for a long time between honesty and face, and finally said dullly: "A little bit."

In fact, there are many, many.

Uncomfortable is pain.

When the sword passed through his chest, he really felt like he was about to die from the pain.

Guan Yang was slightly startled.

Wen Jianyan was cleaning up, but when he heard this, his hands suddenly shook and the cups were scattered on the floor. He looked panicked: "Ming Huan, have you remembered?"

Such painful memories, such brutal torture, such a long eight years, the hurt that they were grateful that Shen Minghuan could forget, does this person still remember it now?

Shen Minghuan did not answer. He seemed to be in a bad mood and looked gloomy. He silently walked around them and entered the room.

"Brother Zhou, Ming Huan him..." Wen Jianyan was extremely frightened.

Qi Yunzhou forced a smile and said, "It's okay. Maybe it's just because I drank. I'll forget about it when I wake up tomorrow."

However, the person involved may forget, but how can they, the bystanders, let go?

Shen Minghuan is such a tolerant person.

He wants to cut off contact with everyone, and he really refuses to reveal even the slightest bit of information.

The actor system tried its best to make him surrender, but he did not waver despite the torture.

The image of Wen Jianyan, trembling and sweating, was still before her eyes. It was a punishment that would turn into a nightmare for others just by looking at it, but Shen Minghuan endured it for eight years.

He said nothing when he was sober and only said "a little bit" when he was drunk.

How could it be only a little bit?

How hard must it be to make Ming Huan, who can't stand it, even say that she feels a little bit uncomfortable?

Shen Minghuan slept until dawn, unaware that the light in the living room had been on all night.

He didn't know that the doctor who examined him was called up by Xu Xiangdong in the middle of the night and harassed him for two hours.

If Shen Minghuan hadn't already fallen asleep, he would have had to go back to the hospital and work overtime if he wanted to see the doctor.

The recording had ended. When Shen Minghuan went downstairs, he saw the staff dismantling the cameras in the villa, and Qi Yunzhou and the others were sitting side by side on the sofa.

Shen Minghuan was confused: "Aren't you going to pack your things?"

"Ming Huan!" Guan Yang reacted violently and jumped up from the sofa. Unexpectedly, he thought he had seen a ghost, "Are you okay?"

"What can happen to me?"

"It's just, last night, you, that..."

Wen Jianyan pulled Guanyang and smiled nonchalantly: "Ming Huan, do you still remember what happened last night?"

Shen Minghuan looked confused.

The good news is that Shen Minghuan is still in a state of amnesia.

The better news is that Shen Minghuan has no idea what happened after he got drunk.

"When Minghuan gets drunk, he will remember some things from the past."

After Shen Minghuan left, Qi Yunzhou warned everyone one by one: "No one is allowed to let Minghuan drink in the future!"