After exhausting myself to death

Chapter 207 Jianghu Yeyu Ten Years Deng (40)

Guan Yang looked longingly 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 moment, I will grill the chicken wings that Ming Huan likes to eat first."

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

Wen Jianyan glanced at him with disgust: "If you want to eat it, roast it yourself." Then he went to find Shen Minghuan with the roasted eggplant.

Guan Yang, who was ignored, looked around and suddenly felt desolate. He was looking for a good brother who had the same feelings as him to express his inner sorrow. When he looked up, he saw Lin Jiashu passing Shen Minghuan a drink with a smile on his face, and he suddenly felt even more sad.

He grabbed Chu He who was passing by, messed up Chu He's hair roughly with his movements, and wailed: "Xiaohe, we two have fallen out of favor. We are the younger brothers that no older brother wants. Shen Minghuan is their good younger 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 spoke eloquently, "I just saw you obediently let Ming Huan rub you. 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 tremblingly with the other, "Can you say such crazy things?"

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

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

His tone was not as soft as usual, with a slight coldness, and 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 looked at Shen Minghuan's expression carefully and asked Qi Yunzhou in a low voice: "Brother Zhou, do you think there is something wrong with Minghuan's current state?"

"What did you say?" Shen Minghuan's ears were sharp. Qi Yunzhou hadn't reacted yet. He had already asked dissatisfiedly, with a strong sense of disbelief, as if he didn't believe that his people would say this about him.

Shen Minghuan's eyes were sharp and he raised his chin arrogantly: "You are scolding me."

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

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

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

"Isn't it?" Director Zhao, who bought several boxes of wine, was shocked: "Is Shen Minghuan such a bad drinker?"

The alcohol content of these wines was not high. Director Zhao did not intend to get people drunk from the beginning. He just wanted to have a barbecue and say goodbye, so there should be wine. By then, everyone was half full and had drank three rounds of wine, so the atmosphere became slightly tipsy.

It's getting cooler now, but that's okay, they have a campfire.

Sitting under the stars, facing the fire, eating barbecue, drinking some wine, no matter what you say at that time, it should be a beautiful thing.

But at this moment, Director Zhao's expression fell apart as he heard Shen Minghuan say "I am my king".

What he envisioned as a romantic and heartwarming night suddenly turned into a happy comedy?

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

He vowed: "Secondly, I have a good drinking capacity!"

Guan Yang was about to speak but stopped, Guan Yang couldn't help laughing, Guan Yang...

Guan Yang couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter. He laughed so much that he leaned forward and backward with laughter: "How do you know that you have a good drinker if you don't drink? I laughed so hard. There was no logic in what I said, and I even said that I was not drunk."

Shen Minghuan slowly realized that he had been laughed at. He became furious and held up the wooden skewers left after eating the skewers: "How presumptuous!"

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

For some reason, Shen Minghuan was clearly not loud and his expression was not ferocious, but he felt a sense of fear in 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 laughed and pulled Chu He over to block him, "Xiaohe, good brother, help me quickly."

"Brother?" Shen Minghuan blinked: "Is it Xiaojiu? How do I remember that you didn't look like this before?"

Well, the script changed from prince to emperor again, and Shen Minghuan rose to power quite quickly.

Guan Yang rolled his eyes. He walked out from behind Chu He and coaxed in a serious manner: "Ming Huan, actually I am your brother. Can you please call me brother Guan Yang?"

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

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

However, Shen Minghuan did not catch up. He stopped and shook the wooden sign in his hand blankly: "Is this my sword? Xiao Shanhai? Why have you lost weight?"

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

Qi Yunzhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stepped forward and took the sign from Shen Minghuan's hand, as if coaxing a child: "The sword will change back at dawn. How about you go and take a nap now?"

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

This scene was somewhat familiar to this sentence pattern that induces 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 my strength. 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. Now 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 the excitement has dissipated, leaving an empty space in my heart. Normally it 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, shall we sing?" 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 full, 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 were more willing to blow the cold wind 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 that 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 was over. 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 knew nothing about what happened to him when he was drunk.

"When Ming Huan is drunk, he will think of some past things."

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

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