Every time I lose my memory, I forget who my husband is

The atmosphere in the studio is warm and sweet, and the years are quiet.

However, the artists who were kicked out saw the ugly face of old man Zhang, no one dared to protest, they just followed the old man to the rest room on the other side in an orderly manner.

An Ruosu was also brought in. The staff planned to send her to the hospital, but was stopped by Mr. Zhang.

"However, I still haven't figured it out yet. An Ruosu's injury is not serious, so stay here for a while. Where's the little warrior!"

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, I'm here." A hand was stretched out from the crowd, and a young man with a simple and honest face squeezed out, with cold sweat on his forehead, and bowed to Mr. Zhang.

The old man is old, but his spirit is hale and hearty, his body is still healthy, and when he looks at people, he always has the majesty of being in a superior position for a long time.

Some of the artists present were originally dissatisfied with the old man's partiality to Ran Mu, but at the moment they watched quietly from the sidelines, and reacted belatedly.

The old man is not just a highly prestigious director, every word he says also represents the opinion of his superiors.

In the face of absolute power, playing small minds is tantamount to destroying one's future.

Mr. Zhang has been in power for 46 years. During these 46 years, every decision the old man made was basically beneficial to the development of Jiangcheng. There are people in need.

An Ruosu and Ran Mu had no grievances and no enmity. The old man could not target An Ruosu for no reason. To force the old man to be so angry, there must be something wrong with An Ruosu.

Those who were sober-minded at the scene also figured it out at this moment, and couldn't think about standing up for An Ruosu any more.

"Xiao Wu, let me ask you, did you prepare that prop knife?" Mr. Zhang knocked on the ground with his crutches, and asked in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the honest young man was sweating profusely on his forehead, and his back was also wet with sweat. He swallowed and said loudly:

"Mr. Zhang, I prepared that knife, but I guarantee that it is really a prop knife. Before you filmed "Fu Su", I prepared all those knives, guns and sticks. There is no problem with any of them, they are all fake!"

"Fake ones can still make people bleed?" Mr. Zhang asked back.

Xiao Wu also had an anxious expression on his face, with a look of confusion, he just shook his head firmly, "When I gave the knife to Ran Mu, it was really a fake knife!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help thinking of Ran Mu, and they were a little suspicious.

Song Yan frowned, stepped forward and said:

"Ran Mu couldn't have done it. He had no motive for doing it."

Mr. Zhang looked at Song Yan and said, "Song Yan, come and analyze it for them."

Song Yingdi bent over and continued:

"Ran Mu wasn't originally from the entertainment industry. Everyone here knows that the Shen family has a great career, and Mr. Zhang is Mr. Shen's grandfather. What kind of resources and contacts does Ran Mu want? Isn't it just a matter of random words?"

"I agree!" Tian Meng, the actor who played the second female lead in the play, also stood up and said:

"The competition for interests in the circle is irrelevant to Ran Mu. He has no need to hurt An Ruosu. Although An Ruosu is good at acting, his reputation is not as good as that of Ran Mu. Ran Mu is already a movie star, so there is no need to hurt her.

As for Xiao Wu, is he crazy to blatantly change his knife to stab someone?It's not so stupid to want to harm someone. Is there something wrong with going to jail for Za'an Ruosu?It's better to do something secretly! "

Song Yan glanced at the young and straightforward girl approvingly, smiled, and said:

"If it's a personal grievance, everyone knows that Ran Mu is in poor health and has been bedridden all year round. I don't need to say how kind Mr. Shen treats him. He has no chance of conflicting with An Ruosu at all."

"Therefore, there are only two possibilities for this matter. One, the knife was dropped by someone. The purpose of that person is to kill two birds with one stone. He can not only hurt An Ruosu, making her unable to film because of the injury, but also frame Ran Mu and make him bear the intentional injury." person's crime.

Two, the knife was dropped by An Ruosu herself. The reason was that she wanted to fuck with a dedicated and desperate persona, or wanted to blame Ran Mu. "

As soon as Song Yan finished speaking, the audience was in an uproar.

Mr. Zhang thought for a while with his cane, and said, "Let's wait for Ran Mu to come out first, the knife is the key, An Ruosu... can throw away good physical evidence, because he thinks being stabbed is not a big deal? "

That's right, An Ruosu's throwing the knife was too thoughtless.

All the artists present were speechless.

This side was busy waiting for Ran Mu to go out and wake up with An Ruosu, but the person inside was taking the pill with a bitter face, sitting in Shen Fenggu's arms with a face of reluctance and sulking.

"You did it on purpose." Ran Mu said while looking at the man.

Shen Fenggu was stunned, and asked: "What purpose?"

"Bringing medicine on purpose, you didn't take it before." Ran Mu spoke with confidence.

Shen Fenggu was silent for a while, put the medicine bottle back into the pocket of his suit jacket, and explained: "I always carry the medicine for nourishment, you just don't know it."

Ran Mu frowned, and muttered in a low voice, "I knew I would secretly take it and throw it away."

He has never had a clear understanding of his illness, and naturally he has no sense of crisis.

"Do you take it with you wherever you go?" Ran Mu asked again in confirmation.

"Of course." Shen Fenggu slowly glanced around the furnishings in the studio, his eyes resting on the blood-stained dagger under the table with unclear eyes, he retracted it without any trace, and raised his hand to pinch the young man's face.

"Then dad is my medicine jar." Ran Mu blinked, and suddenly grinned.

Shen Fenggu looked down at the young man's foolish appearance, and asked indulgently:

"Didn't you say you don't want to be called Dad anymore?"

Ran Mu felt embarrassed again when he heard this, and thought for a long time while pursing his thin lips, and then said quietly:

"It's still called at ordinary times, wait for Yangyang to fall asleep next time... If I forget, I will call Shen Fenggu."

Shen Fenggu didn't speak, just patted Ran Mu on the back, and it took a long time before he said:

"One day Yang Yang won't recognize me anymore, what should I do?"

Ran Mu hurriedly sat up straight nervously, hugged Shen Fenggu's neck, and promised:

"No! Yangyang has dreamed many times since he was a child, but you are in every dream, so when I wake up, even if I forget everything, I will remember Shen Fenggu."

Hearing the sound, Shen Fenggu softened his brows and eyes, lowered his head and touched Ran Mu's forehead, and asked:

"Do you want to see the marks on your body?"

"Huh? What's the mark?" Ran Mu asked blankly, then looked down at himself, and said puzzledly: "Yangyang saw it when he was taking a bath, and there is no birthmark."

"It's not a birthmark." Shen Fenggu hugged the young man closer, and stretched out his hand to pull out the hem of the jacket that was tied into Ran Mu's trousers. His rough fingertips stroked the white and greasy skin on the left side of his lower back, his deep eyes fixed above, whispered:

"Take a look."

Ran Mu turned his head to look, and then opened his eyes in surprise.

The skin on the lower back was originally as fine and white as porcelain, but at some point, three small black characters were imprinted on it, which seemed to blend with the skin at first glance.

Ran Mu stretched out his hand nervously to touch it, but only felt a piece of smooth skin, the small characters seemed to grow inside the flesh.

"Why is there this?"

Even if Ran Mu looked down from the top, he could easily recognize that those three characters were Shen Fenggu's name, and they were in Ran Mu's own handwriting.

Shen Fenggu caressed those three words, and a hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded, but it sounded calm.

"Once before, when the aquarium caught fire, Yangyang was still very young. Although he was not injured, he was very scared after waking up and didn't recognize me. After a few months, Yangyang woke up again after falling asleep and took me away. I remember, this mark was put on by myself when Yang Yang woke up."

"But I don't remember how to make this mark." Ran Mu rubbed his back and whispered, "I don't usually see it in the shower."

"This is the sea monster's mark. It can mark itself or others, and it will only appear when I am around." Shen Fenggu patiently explained, "Yangyang usually doesn't come out when I take a bath, so it will naturally not come out. "

"I understand." Ran Mu reacted, and smiled in surprise. He seemed to find the mark very interesting. He touched his waist for a long time with his finger, and then said stupidly: "The elder taught the ability to raise many sea monsters before. But I have forgotten a lot, if the elders find out, they will call me stupid."

After finishing speaking, Ran Mu looked at Shen Fenggu again, and said word by word: "With the mark, I will never forget my father. Although I forget why I made the mark at that time, Yang Yang must be reluctant to let Dad feel sad. "

"Yeah. Yangyang is a good boy." Shen Fenggu rubbed the young man's face with an extremely gentle tone.

When he and Ran Mu mentioned the past, they were always calm as if they were talking about other people's affairs, and their expressions remained the same, never showing any negative emotions.

Perhaps it was because of such a "father" that Ran Mu developed such a carefree and optimistic temperament.

Shen Fenggu hugged the young man for a while, then put Ran Mu back on the sofa, and asked in a low voice face to face:

"That woman, An Ruosu, what did she do to Yang Yang?"

Ran Mu remembered now, wrinkled his nose and said unhappily:

"The knife my grandpa gave me was soft, but when it stabbed An Ruosu, it bled. It was so strange. I was going to check with the knife, but she stopped me. Her eyes were also very strange, and they glowed. Then raise her I just feel sleepy."

"Is there anything uncomfortable?" Shen Fenggu asked.

"No. Her eyes look like a bad guy's, they just glow, they're blue, but they don't feel like raising a lot."

Ran Mu thought about it worryingly, and said:

"I think she's a monster."

Shen Fenggu pondered for a moment, got up and walked to the edge of the table, then took out the handkerchief and squatted down to cover the dagger. When he touched it, he could clearly feel the softness of the tip of the knife, and his brows furrowed.

Originally, Shen Fenggu didn't intend to touch the dagger, because the dagger was physical evidence, touching it might destroy the crime scene.

In this case, the best way is to call the police directly. Let the police check the fingerprints on the knife, and basically find out who did it very quickly.

But Ran Mu said that the dagger was soft... This was beyond what the police could handle.

Shen Fenggu stood up and folded the dagger through the handkerchief. Sure enough, the whole knife was made of soft material.

Ran Mu also followed and said nervously:

"This dagger is too strange. If grandpa knows, will they be afraid?"

I'm afraid no one understands why a soft knife can stab a person to bleed.

Shen Fenggu was the only one who remembered Su Yubai and the arsonist, and now he had already guessed An Ruosu's identity.

Then, according to the past trajectory, when he discovered the truth, An Ruosu was not far from death.

Only this time, the man didn't intend to let it go easily.

Treat other people's lives as a book, come and go whenever you want, and wantonly destroy, even if you are punished, it will make the affected people extremely disgusted.

Shen Fenggu put the dagger back on the table, turned around and held Ran Mu's hand, and asked in a low voice:

"Yangyang, do you want to let netizens take a look at this magical dagger?"

Ran Mu tilted his head in doubt, and asked, "Aren't they afraid?"

"No. It's a miracle."