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"Then who am I?" Yun Yan asked eagerly

Mo Lin didn't answer directly, but took out something from the pocket of the casual suit, and showed him with his hands.

Before Yunyan's eyes, there were two capsules, one red and one blue.

"what is this?"

"This is your memory." Mo Lin looked into his eyes and said, "My after-sales service is to let you remember all of this."

"So..." Yun Yan felt it was funny: "You used to be a fortune teller and a matchmaker, did you deliberately match me with Shen Shuheng?"

"Correct."

"And what if we're not together?"

Maureen closed his palms: "Then I won't return the memory to you, and you will continue to live your life, never knowing what happened."

Yun Yan looked at his clenched hands, the muscles around his eyes shrank slightly.

Maureen looked at his expression, laughed, and spread his hands again.

Yun Yan took a capsule from his palm—this capsule looked ordinary, but it was much heavier than ordinary capsules.

While watching carefully, he heard Mo Lin ask again: "Did you already have a dream?"

Yun Yan held the capsule and looked at him warily.

"Dreamed about the jade pendant?"

Yun Yan frowned: "How do you know?"

Maureen seemed relieved, and smiled: "That's right—that's a signal."

"...What signal?"

"It means that your love value has broken through a critical point." Mo Lin looked at him with some envy: "I can return the memory to you only after this - besides, Shen Shuheng should have done it too. It's a similar dream, but you don't know it."

Yun Yan's eyes flickered slightly - no wonder he always felt that Shen Shuheng was particularly uneasy recently.

He asked again: "What do you mean by 'love value'?"

"I know you have a lot of questions," Mo Lin said, "I'm going to explain those questions to you now, but you don't really feel them. It's very troublesome... Why don't you read it yourself, and I'll explain the rest after reading it."

Yun Yan's gaze returned to the capsule.

"How do you use this?" Yun Yan pinched it, feeling that it wasn't very soft, and frowned: "Did you eat it directly?"

"Fuck it, don't!" Mo Lin quickly stopped: "This is an electronic product, you have to pull it out the same way you eat it!"

"..." Do you want to say it so disgustingly!

Mo Lin's expression became serious, and he pointed to the two capsules: "The red one is yours, and the blue one is Shen Shuheng's. It needs a device to activate it, so it can't be used now. After a while, When will you ask the director to take a leave of absence and come back with me, the instrument is at my house."

Yun Yan nodded, and asked again: "You said this is our memory... Then how do I know that the memory you instilled in me is really my memory?"

"What about tongue twisters?" Mo Lin laughed: "You're quite vigilant."

Yun Yan looked at him without saying a word.

Mo Lin took out the capsule again and told him: "Strictly speaking, this is not your memory, but a key to unlock the memory sealed in your own soul."

"You mean... those memories are there? In my... soul?"

If it weren't for this time travel, Yun Yan would never have truly believed that people have souls.

"Yes," Mo Lin said with a smile: "In your worldview, lost memories are lost, but it's not. From the perspective of the soul, nothing will be truly forgotten."

"Soul level?"

Maureen nodded.

"So, everyone will have a reincarnation?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't people remember the previous life after reincarnation?"

Maureen laughed: "If a person hits his head, he may also forget who he is, forget everything that happened before, just like a newborn—death is much more serious than hitting his head, and forgetting is normal. "

Yun Yan nodded suspiciously.

Maureen looked at his expression and narrowed his eyes.

Yun Yan stared at the capsule for a while, then said, "It's not convenient for me to go back now, can you bring that instrument over here?"

"Shipping it here?" Mo Lin's eyes widened in an instant: "Don't look at the capsule is small, the instrument is very big, okay! I will transport it for you for more than 1000 kilometers?"

"How big is it?"

"It's huge!"

"It's fine if you can transport it, otherwise I will find someone to transport it myself."

Mo Lin was speechless: "Why are you so awkward?"

"The truth is in front of you, can you resist not looking at it?" Yun Yan looked at him seriously: "And I can't leave now."

"You ask the director for a leave of absence and I will accompany you back home. Can you be a few days late?"

"It's fine if you don't want to," Yun Yan shrugged his eyebrows: "Anyway, I've been bored recently, so I'll go and play with Ye Luo when I'm free, maybe someone will fall out of favor soon..."

Mo Lin: "...Damn it, you have to be ashamed!"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Lin suddenly thought of a possibility.

He guessed: "Shen Shuheng is still monitoring you?" Otherwise, why didn't you ask for leave?

Yun Yan immediately looked at him warily.

Mo Lin sighed and explained: "I used to find a way to investigate Shen Shuheng's behavior style. He found you so quickly about Yu Lang last time, and then you two still had conflicts. Let me think about it... probably Because of monitoring."

"You really know a lot." Yun Yan looked at him for a few seconds, and no longer concealed it: "There is a positioning, and if the position deviation is too large, someone must report to him."

"Heh," Mo Lin laughed: "You don't seem like someone who can bear restraint, voluntary?"

Yun Yan nodded: "It's just positioning. The mobile app cares about my positioning every day, and I agree. What can I disagree with? I just want him to feel at ease. Besides, love is bondage, isn't it?"

Mo Lin thought of Ye Luo, and gradually put away his playful smile.

"Anyway, I want to confirm this before I tell him. After I go back, he will definitely not let me find you by myself."

Mo Lin nodded, but looked at him with raised eyebrows: "You don't fully trust me."

"Your origin is unknown, you rely on your mouth, I believe you are always at risk, right?" Yun Yan looked him straight in the eyes: "How do I know you won't lie to me?"

He has to know the whole truth before he can be completely relieved. Before that... it's better not to let Shen Shuheng be worried with him.

Mo Lin didn't avoid his gaze, and smiled, with some emotion in his eyes.

"...Why are you looking at me like that?" Yun Yan had never seen Mo Lin's expression like this.

"It's nothing." Mo Lin shook his head, "I'll let you know when the shipment arrives."

Since that day, Yun Yan has been a little restless.

Mo Lin said that it was impossible for him to go back, and that a friend would help him bring it over, but when Yun Yan asked him again after a few days, Mo Lin said that his friend was still out of town due to something and had to wait for a few days.

It took nearly ten days for the item to finally arrive.

Mo Lin told him on the way back to the hotel: "Loruo is filming at night, and I will ask my assistant to follow me. If you don't pass by yourself, you can go to my room."

Yun Yan looked at him suspiciously: "Can you transport such a big thing to your room?"

Maureen smiled without saying a word.

After dinner, Yun Yan went to look for Mo Lin, Mo Lin opened the door and invited him in, but Yun Yan didn't see anything big in the room.

"Where's the instrument?"

Mo Lin smiled, opened a black travel bag, and took out a... helmet from inside.

Yun Yan: "..."

"This is it."

The corner of Yun Yan's mouth twitched: "Is this what you said...it's big?"

Mo Lin took the capsules in the side box and compared them together: "It's really big!"

Yun Yan: "..."

"The main reason is that I don't want to get it for you. It's very troublesome." Mo Lin shrugged.

Yun Yan took a deep breath—hasn't Mo Lin always been unreliable?Just get used to it and get used to it...

Yun Yan took the helmet and looked at it, then asked him, "How does this work?"

But I saw Mo Lin holding the red capsule in his hand, pressing his fingertips in three places, and then twisting, the capsule opened.

Inside is an electronic device like a steel ball, with a wire on each side connected to the capsule shell on both sides.

Mo Lin pressed a button on the side of the helmet again, and a hole was immediately opened on the back of the head, revealing a small slot, just right for the "steel ball" to be inserted into.

The wires on both sides of the steel ball were placed along the groove inside the helmet. Mo Lin motioned Yun Yan to sit down and put the helmet on for him.

"This..." Yun Yan was a little uneasy: "Do I need to lie down later?"

"No need." Molin dipped the shells of the two capsules into some kind of solution, and the shells immediately softened and spread out into a small disc, which was glued by Molin to the upper temples on both sides of Yun Yan .

After that, Mo Lin pressed a certain button, and Yun Yan felt that there seemed to be many things protruding from the inside of the helmet and stuck to the back of his head, and his whole body trembled, and he was about to stand up.

"Don't move, don't move," Mo Lin pressed his shoulder: "After I start it, you sit still, close your eyes and rest for 10 minutes."

Yun Yan was a little apprehensive, but still nodded and closed his eyes.

Maureen activated the instrument.

At that moment, it was as if a kind of energy field enveloped his brain, and his scalp was numb. After a while, he felt that his brain was a little swollen, a little drowsy and a little nauseous, but he didn't feel much else.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and after the helmet was taken off, the feeling of nausea disappeared immediately, as if nothing had happened.

"I..." Yun Yan said doubtfully, "I don't seem to feel any more memories."

"That's right," Mo Lin said, "I can't bear the memory coming back all at once. The brain has a protection mechanism. Sleep well these few days, and the memory will come back."

"If there is no accident, the memory close to the time of death should be recovered first, and then slowly extend forward. However, the recovery of memory is not linear, it will probably be fragmented, and there will be certain jumps in time, but you yourself Gradually you should be able to tell which ones are ahead and which ones are behind.”

"... before dying?"

"Yeah," Mo Lin looked at him strangely: "How do you go to another world without dying?"

Yun Yan went back dubiously, but didn't sleep well for two days.

Fortunately, these few days he was going to shoot the scene where Mr. Xun was being trained. The makeup artist frowned and told him not to stay up late, and at the same time aggravated his dark circles a bit.

Yun Yan found Mo Lin and asked him what was going on, Mo Lin raised his eyebrows and said: "It's normal, this is different from dreaming, only after enough deep sleep will there be memories recalled, the more nervous you are, the more difficult it is to sleep. If you don’t sleep well, you won’t be able to recover your memory.”

Yun Yan had no choice but to try to relax himself and wait for the memory to recover.

After a few more days, Yun Yan finally ushered in his first memory.

The first thing that appeared in his eyes was the jade pendant.

"Take it," a woman's voice said crisply: "Your grandma went up the mountain to the temple yesterday to pray for you. It's safe, remember to wear it."

He looked up at the woman.

The woman's hair is very long, tied loosely behind her head. She is slender, beautiful, and has a good temperament. She looks only in her 30s. When she smiles, the fine lines around her eyes are a little obvious, and her eyes look a little tired. , but still gentle.

She was wearing a business attire of average quality, carrying a bag and preparing to go out.

The scene in Yu Guangli looks like a very ordinary residential house, the furniture is a bit old, but it is still clean.

"Mom," he said, "Are you sure this is jade? Is this a stone?"

"You don't care if it's jade or stone, how much money does your grandma have? You don't like it just for you? If you want good jade, ask your dad to go."

He held the jade pendant and put it in his pocket.

"Don't lose it," the woman told him while changing the shoes, "You can't throw them away if you don't like them. You have to wear them when you see your grandma, do you hear me?"

"Oh." He heard himself reply impatiently.

"I'm going to work," the woman opened the door, the anti-theft door creaked, the woman turned her head and frowned at him: "Hurry up and eat your meal, go to school after eating, don't be late again!"

……

The first memory was just a tiny fragment, but it made Yun Yan very excited.

It seems that what Maureen said is true.

Although the segment is very short, the "I" in the segment seems to be different from his character, and even the name of "I" does not appear, but a certain strange feeling lets him know that it is himself.

Moreover, in the first clip, the jade pendant appeared.

He thought again of the scene of him putting the jade pendant on someone in that "dream", and he almost couldn't wait to know what happened.

But in the next two days, the memory did not reappear.

So one day during filming, he caught Mo Lin again and asked him about the jade pendant.

"Why is this jade pendant in the hands of 'Yun Yan'?"

Mo Lin was taken aback by his question, looking at the ceiling, as if he was thinking about how to explain.

After thinking for a while, he seemed stuck.

"Uh...it's a bit complicated," Mo Lin said, avoiding the important thing, "Anyway, this was originally your thing, but now it's just back into your hands."

Yun Yan hasn't remembered many things, and didn't go into the details, just asked: "Last time you said that Shen Shuheng chose to marry 'Yun Yan', not "Yun Yan" but me... because of that jade pendant ?"

"Smart!" Mo Lin said with a smile: "That jade pendant is an 'anchor'. At the beginning, we made a hint in Shen Shuheng's heart. When he saw the jade pendant again, he would feel close subconsciously, but he himself But don't know."

... No wonder he asked Shen Shuheng why he got married, and Shen Shuheng would say "I don't know".

Yun Yan thought for a while, and caught another word in his words: "You?"

Maureen blinked: "Yes, there is another person besides me, the one who made the "deal" with you."

"Who is he?"

"What are you in a hurry for?" Mo Lin patted his arm: "Film well, sleep well, and you will know when your memory comes back."

Yun Yan tried his best to keep himself calm, and he had a second memory that night.

It was a very confusing memory that woke him up from a dream in the middle of the night.

The beginning of this memory is very ordinary, he is walking on the road with a basketball in his arms, looking at the surrounding scene, it looks like a school playground.

He walked all the way to the teaching building, clapping the basketball in his hand for a while and turning it around. He seemed to be in a relaxed mood and whistled.

He looked down at his shoes, they were very new, and after waking up, he recognized that they were quite expensive famous brands, a pair should cost thousands of dollars.

He quickly walked between the two teaching buildings and turned around.

As soon as he turned around, he heard a noise. There was a crowd of people somewhere in front of him, and many people upstairs were watching. He didn't care, and continued to walk forward casually with the ball in his arms.

As he was walking, he heard someone say arrogantly: "Oh, Wang Lin, are you going to leave again?"

He stopped.

Wang Lin was Shen Shuheng's name in the Wang family.

Even when he was half asleep and half awake, Yun Yan could still feel his worry.

After a few seconds, when there was no answer, the arrogant voice laughed instead: "Why don't you take a few steps and show us?"

The people around seemed to anticipate what they would see, and they burst into laughter.

He felt that he adjusted his position, and saw the person surrounded by the crowd through the crowd.

He held his breath in the dream.

That person was obviously Shen Shuheng when he was young.That's right, he was already very tall, but he was terribly thin. He didn't speak. Under everyone's gaze, his cheeks were flushed. He clenched his teeth, and he didn't move, but was trembling.

Those eyes were pitch black, and they seemed to be indifferent and calm, but there was still unconcealable anger inside.

There is an abyss in his eyes.