有罪

Chapter 133

What Yan Mingyang has done, when he thinks about it, it is like a mountain crushing, the sky is falling apart, and it is only a few words when it comes to facts.

Even the tea in the pot has not cooled completely.

"Is there anything else?" Yan Ting was silent for a long time, and said slowly.

After Yan Mingyang finished speaking, he kept his head slightly lowered.He clasped his hands on his lap and shook his head for a while.

"I'm sorry for intoxicating what you said." Yan Ting looked straight at Yan Mingyang, "What about other things? Did you do anything unconscionable in the process of primitive accumulation when you started from scratch? Fighting with others, is it unscrupulous and dishonorable?"

Yan Mingyang was taken aback for a moment, his eyes were a little red when he raised his head, and his pupils were very bright.

"If you count them all," he smiled slightly without shedding a single tear, "then it would be countless."

Yan Ting did not blame Yan Mingyang.After a moment of silence, he said, "In "Les Miserables", Jean Valjean stole property when he was desperate. The bishop not only didn't blame him, but gave him all the property, and told him: You must use the money to become an honest person. .”

"Yan Mingyang, how much money, career, and success do you need to be a good person? A good person that makes you satisfied?"

"I'm different from you and mother." Yan Mingyang bit his lower lip lightly, "I've never been a good person."

"That's your freedom." Yan Ting poured another cup of tea nonchalantly, "If you don't break the law, no one can control you; if you really break the law one day, no matter whether you are arrested or reported, you deserve it."

Yan Mingyang held the empty cup with both hands and did not speak.

"As for intoxication," Yan Ting put down the teapot neatly, "I have no right to forgive you for him. You still have the opportunity to buy rice noodles for him today, which is also considered a blessing for the virtues you have accumulated in your previous life."

"........."

"Do you care about intoxication?" Yan Ting asked.

Yan Mingyang picked up the teapot and nodded, "En."

"Don't mention the past, after you met again, did you really take good care of him and make up for him?" Yan Ting took a sip of tea, "Based on the way you behaved just now, it probably means that you didn't do much. "

Yan Mingyang's temple throbbed with pain, and he stretched out his hand to rub the space between his eyebrows.

"This morning, I don't think Shen Zui is very alienated from you." Yan Ting thought for a while, "Besides his pure nature and generosity, you also have to thank the director who picked him out to act in the past - he lived a good life , will be too lazy to care about some past grievances."

Yan Mingyang blinked.

Indulge in a pure and magnanimous nature?

It turned out that Yan Ting was not blind at the time.

"Shen Zui is okay with me now, mainly because he hasn't played much." Yan Mingyang smiled helplessly, "The plot of the movie he just finished has something to do with his own and his mother's experience. I was deeply involved, and sometimes I couldn't help but lose my temper with me like I did when I was a teenager."

"Oh?" Yan Ting was thoughtful.

"It's all Pei Yan's fault! You actually wrote such a script for Shen Zui to act." After Yan Mingyang finished cursing, he remembered to add, "Pei Yan is the director who directed "Out of Temperature"."

Yan Ting squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and seemed to have discovered something too "innocent and lively" in Shen Zui's words and deeds, which often does not belong to a mature actor.

"Is it the plot of the movie that can't get out of intoxication, or the old memories brought up by the plot of the movie?" Yan Ting said seriously, "there is a big difference between the two."

Yan Mingyang was stunned, as if he had realized something.

"Shen Zui told me today that he plans to meet his biological mother." Yan Ting said, "I think he should have realized the problem you mentioned, and is trying to save himself."

Life in the ward was rather boring.

After Shen Zui ate the rice noodles, he played a few rounds of games without doing anything.He just fell into a coma with a high fever yesterday, but today he is actually still weak and tired after a while.

When the cast members of "Zuo Liu" came to visit, Shen Zui had already fallen asleep in a daze, and his hands were still scratching out of the quilt restlessly.

"Teacher Shen is sleeping." Hu Tu walked to the door of the ward and whispered, "I haven't woken up yet."

Only Pei Yan, Yang Tian, ​​Luan Wei and Lu Qian came this time.Pei Yan glanced inside, he probably confirmed that Shen Zui was still alive, turned around and planned to leave.

But Lu Qian couldn't let go, "Is Teacher Shen really okay? He passed out on the set yesterday, and I was scared to death!"

"Our little drunk fever has subsided." Hu Tu smiled, "He just fell asleep because he was exhausted."

"I heard that Boss Yan is here too?" Luan Wei asked.

Hutu nodded and didn't say much, "Mr. Yan is not here now."

Shen Zui didn't sleep well.Hearing someone talking outside the door, he moaned in a half-dream and half-awake state.

Xiaoan has been watching by the side.Seeing that there was some movement from Shen Zui, she hurried forward.

Shen Zui tilted his head to one side, his eyelashes flickered under his closed eyelids.He pouted, his voice was indistinct, "Brother..."

Xiao An froze for a moment, her half-bent waist instantly froze.She has followed Shen Zui for many years, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether Shen Zui's brother was Liu Heng or Yan Mingyang.

Shen Zui's face was small, his chin was thin and pointed, and there was no trace of excess flesh on his cheeks, making him look pitiful and cute when he was sunk in the soft pillow.

Xiao An felt a little distressed, reached out and touched Shen Zui's forehead, and found it was a little hot.

Shen Zui felt uncomfortable in sleep and woke up soon.

"Who's standing outside..." he muttered while still lying down.

"It's Pei guiding them." Xiaoan said, "Mr. Shen, you have a fever again. I'll call a doctor for you."

"Hmm..." Shen Zui just woke up, his voice hoarse, "Let Pei Yan and the others come in, so as not to make a third trip."

Xiao An helped Shen Zui to sit up, and went out to call the doctor.

Hu Tu led the four people in and sat around in front of Shen Zui's bed.

Shen Zui held the game console in his hands, touched the handle, and felt that he had the strength to speak again.

"Mr. Shen, you fell ill just as you said." Lu Qian sighed, "I was so scared to death yesterday, you almost thought you were still in the movie!"

Shen Zui's eyes straightened slightly, and he pursed his lips and showed a light smile, "It's nothing, it's just a cold."

"You are more than that." Hutu wrinkled his face and counted on his fingers, "The doctor said that you have hypoglycemia, malnutrition, lack of rest, and excessive worry."

"Mr. Shen, let's take good care of your health during this period." Yang Tian is a reliable and kind-hearted person, and said implicitly, "During the filming of "Zuo Liu", you really worked too hard."

Thank you with a drunken smile.

Everyone chatted in the ward.During the period, the doctor came and took Shen Zui's temperature and other data.

It is common for fever to come and go again and again. The doctor only told Shen Zui to rest and rest more, and not to run around by himself.

When it was almost noon, Hutu's cell phone rang.As soon as Shen Zui raised his eyelids, he guessed that it was Yan Mingyang who was calling.

Yan Mingyang first inquired about Shen Zui's condition, then offered to accompany Shen Zui in the ward in the afternoon, and finally said that he was already at the entrance of the hospital.

Intoxicated: "......"

Hutu could not refuse Yan Mingyang's request with intoxicated white eyes and a room full of wonderful expressions.

Yan Mingyang will arrive soon.He also brought a computer with him, as if he was going to work in the ward.

"Hey, it's quite lively." Yan Mingyang pushed the door open and entered the room, only to find that the ward was overcrowded, and there was a new face that he hadn't seen before.

"Mr. Yan," Yang Tian noticed this, and took the initiative to introduce, "This is the second female of our "Zuo Liu", Lu Qian."

"Oh." Yan Mingyang habitually hung up a sign and smiled, "Hello, Xiao Lu."

Lu Qian took several serious glances at Yan Mingyang before she nodded, "Boss Yan, I'm a fan of Mr. Shen, and I'm too worried about him, so I followed him."

"........."

Shen Zui lowered his head and pressed the button on the handle, refusing to raise his head.

Yan Mingyang didn't bother to care about these things, he felt that the ward was too noisy.He kept thinking about what Yan Ting said in the morning, always paying attention to Shen Zui.

"Since Boss Yan is here, let's go first." Luan Wei stood up with a smile, "After all, it's not good to have too many people in the ward. Besides, there is a wrap-up banquet at noon today."

"Mr. Shen, take care of yourself."

"Finishing banquet?" Shen Zui raised his head as if he had just come to his senses, "Oh, I'll go too."

As he spoke, he threw away the game console and lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

Yan Mingyang frowned immediately, he had already heard about Shen Zui having a fever again in the morning.

"Mr. Shen, you still have a fever..." Lu Qian said carefully.

"It's okay to have a meal." Shen Zui had already put on his shoes while speaking, and wished he could run away, "Can I not eat when I'm sick?"

He put on his shoes, looked around, "let's go."

It was not convenient for Pei Yan and the others to speak, so they could only just watch.Hu Tu didn't know whether to dissuade him for a while, and looked at Yan Mingyang tentatively.

Yan Mingyang smiled.He walked up to Shen Zui, with a soft voice as if coaxing a child, "You still have a fever, you will get tired easily when you go out to eat. What if you pass out again,"

"You care about me?" Under the gaze of the other six pairs of eyes in the ward, Shen Zui blocked Yan Mingyang's words by opening his mouth, and said without thinking, "We don't know each other."

"........."