Sitting in the car returning to Qingxin's cabin.

Zhou Jianfeng suddenly remembered his PK with Li Xuanning on the ice rink tonight.

At that time, because Cheng Yu fell down, the scene was chaotic, and then there was no follow-up to their PK...

He lost that PK, and he didn't even have time to ask Li Xuanning what kind of request he wanted to make to him.

I wanted to talk to Li Xuanning in the car, but I turned around and saw that she was already asleep, so I didn't disturb her.

The drive was not short, and it was already after midnight when a group of people returned to Qingxin House.

When the guests got off the car and entered the room, Zhou Jianfeng suddenly grabbed Li Xuanning.

The sleepy Li Xuanning glanced back, her face full of confusion.

Zhou Jianfeng let go of her hand and smiled honestly.

"Xuan Ning, I lost in our figure skating competition before. I said that the loser will promise the winner a request. If you have any requests, just ask, and I will satisfy you."

Li Xuanning was stunned. It turned out that this was the matter... He had forgotten about her even if he didn't mention it...

"Forget it, it's just a little game, don't take it seriously. Besides, there was no voting onsite at the time, so there's no telling who won or lost."

Li Xuanning didn't take this matter to heart, put her hands in her pockets, and after speaking, turned around to go back to the house.

"The gap is so obvious, there is no need to vote, I will definitely lose!"

Zhou Jianfeng stopped her again.

"As a man, if you lose, you have to admit it. Why don't you make me a request?"

He said with persistence.

It was late at night, and the dim light shone on his face, looming.

Li Xuanning looked up at him, his expression was very serious, and his eyes were shining with expectation.

She thought silently for a while and sighed secretly.

"Okay, then I have a request for you." She said softly.

Zhou Jianfeng's eyes suddenly lit up and he said excitedly: "Say."

Li Xuanning thought for a moment, raised her eyes and said, "Don't call me before you go to bed tonight."

The smile froze on his face, and Zhou Jianfeng was stunned.

Why... is this a requirement?

"Good night."

Li Xuanning covered her mouth, let out a long yawn, turned around and went back to the house.

Zhou Jianfeng: "..."

He paused on the spot and kept looking at her until her figure completely disappeared from his sight.

She asked him not to call her before going to bed?

Zhou Jianfeng felt depressed. Did she really not want to receive his call at all?

Alas, thinking of this, he felt sad.

Zhou Jianfeng returned to the house in a depressed mood, and suddenly heard Director Zhao's broadcast coming from the monitor.

"It's too late today. All guests are tired after a busy day. Go to bed early and cancel the bedtime phone call tonight."

Huh?! Right!

Zhou Jianfeng raised his head suddenly, and a light flashed in his mind.

Haha! He now understands why Li Xuanning asked him to "don't call her before bed"!

Because! She is tired! She wants to go to bed early! She doesn’t want to be disturbed by phone calls!!!

Well, Zhou Jianfeng came to life again in an instant.

He returned to his room with brisk steps.

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After a busy day, everyone hurriedly washed up and almost everyone lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Only Cheng Yu left the room with his cell phone in hand and headed straight out of the yard.

When the photographer saw it, he yawned sleepily, picked up a camera that had been put aside, and followed him out silently.

Cheng Yu glanced back at the photographer, raised his hand, and looked at the vibrating cell phone in his hand.

The photographer saw that it was not a general-purpose model given to artists and guests by the program team, so he silently retreated into the yard and stopped following.

Cheng Yu fell hard tonight in front of many netizens in the live broadcast room. There was another uproar on the Internet, which directly alarmed the director of Chengyang TV. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Director Zhao directly put Cheng Yu himself

His cell phone was returned to him.

It means that Cheng Yu is really fine. If you don’t believe it, call him and ask him yourself.

Well, Director Zhao has a strong desire to survive...

At this moment, Cheng Yu was going out with his mobile phone, and of course the photographer did not dare to follow him and take pictures.

Cheng Yu left the yard, found a place far away from the hut, and answered the phone.

"Doctor Xu." Cheng Yu's voice was low.

"I just got home from get off work and accidentally saw your live video online tonight. I was very worried about your physical condition, so I called late at night to ask. Did you have another attack?"

On the other end of the phone, Dr. Xu's voice was quite worried.

"Yes, this happened suddenly, I didn't control it well, and I was embarrassed in public."

Cheng Yu kicked the pebbles at his feet, smiled to himself, and replied.

"Is it that girl who said similar words again, so it brought back memories of him?" Dr. Xu asked speculatively.

"Yes."

Cheng Yu's eyes darkened as he recalled the memories that flashed through his mind on the skating rink.

Dr. Xu: "Tell me honestly, how many attacks have you had since you appeared on this show?"

After listening to Dr. Xu's question, Cheng Yu frowned and looked back.

"If I remember correctly, it seemed like four times. The body's reaction became more severe each time."

"As far as I know, your show only lasted a week, right? You had four attacks in such a short period of time?!"

Doctor Xu's tone became excited when he spoke.

The data provided by Cheng Yu was obviously worse than he expected.

"Yeah, more or less. It's a bit frequent, and sometimes I'm a little worried about whether I'll have a heart attack or die."

"Once before, I had a premonition that the scene might reappear, so I took heart-protecting pills in advance. However, it was amazing that I didn't have an attack at that time..."

Cheng Yu pursed his lips into a smile. Compared to Dr. Xu, his tone was much more relaxed and he could even joke.

Dr. Xu was silent for a long time and spoke in an unprecedented serious tone:

"The frequency of your attacks is too high, and you said that your body's reaction becomes more and more severe every time. Now, as your personal doctor, I strongly recommend that you stop participating in the filming of this program and stay away from the person who can frequently remind you of your memories.

Madam."

"Cheng Yu, you can't joke about this. If you have this attack a few more times, there's really no guarantee what will happen."

"Have you forgotten the pain eight years ago? You were tortured to the point of physical and mental exhaustion, and your family was all worried about your mental and physical state. Finally, after trying various treatments for so many years, your condition was finally stable.

Quite a few. Do you want to waste all your efforts by making such a fuss this time?"

"Do it again, are you sure you can bear it?"

The bugs in the countryside screamed particularly happily at night, as if they were collectively echoing Dr. Xu's words.

Cheng Yu held the street light pole with one hand, his eyebrows drooping.

The double physical and mental torture he suffered eight years ago is still vivid in his mind.

How could he forget?

After so many years and regular treatment, his condition is indeed not as exaggerated as it was eight years ago. In Dr. Xu's words, it is much more stable.

But he still didn't feel much better. Occasionally, when he was sleeping soundly, the memory of that personality would come out, and then he would be woken up by severe pain in his body again and again...

He had told himself over and over again that it was just a dream, just get used to it.

But other people's dreams won't be as painful as his, making him doubt life, and other people's dreams won't be like his, and he can still remember them clearly when he wakes up.

There is another person in his body. That person once did something that had nothing to do with him and fell in love with a lover that had nothing to do with him without his knowledge. He still dreams about him and still can't let go of him...

…

Right? You probably just can’t let go of the other person, so you only think of the memories related to her, right?

He has tried countless times to figure out who the other person is, to find the source, and to find a way to resolve the knot in his heart. In this way, he should let him go, right?
To be continued...