They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Luo Chi firmly supported the armrest and made himself stand up.

He hadn't done this action for a long time, and when he got up, he was suddenly engulfed by a sea-like dizziness. He didn't even have time to react, and he lost consciousness in the white light that surged in front of him.

…

But this process is only a moment.

When he regained consciousness, Luo Chi found that he was not on the old carpet of the hotel, nor in the dark corner of the reef or the beach before dawn.

He was still standing on the ground, and Ming Weiting was still holding his hand tightly.

Mr. Shadow's other hand was behind him, supporting his shoulders and neck that were temporarily unable to do anything.

It was a completely unquestionable and extremely clear force, which was supplemented at the moment when his body fell softly.

So instead of falling down, he was left here.

Luo Chi slowly blinked his eyes, he had not even recovered his vision completely, the corners of his mouth could not be controlled and kept rising, smiling towards the figure in front of him in the white expanse.

Mr. Shadow couldn't open his hand, so he had to touch his forehead with his forehead: "Are you so happy?"

Of course Luo Chi nodded: "I am so happy."

Luo Chi still needs a little time to regain his strength. He was so dizzy that he seemed to be standing in a whirlpool, with cold sweat coming out layer by layer. If it wasn't for the hands behind him, he would probably lose his strength now. He fell to the ground.

This happens too much after the body starts to go wrong. There were so many that Luo Chi didn't even need to go to special simulation and rehearsal to guess his state after standing up.

…

But what happened next this time was different from any before.

He suddenly felt as if he could go anywhere.

Luo Chi was sweating on his forehead, but his eyes lit up, looking at the corner of the terrace.

Based on his own current situation, of course, he can't go this far.

Luo Chi was almost half-supported and half-held by Ming Weiting, and his physical exertion was no less than when he was dragged by Aunt Ren to climb a snowy mountain before.

He kept supporting and moving his two legs. The last step seemed to be stepping on cotton. When his legs were soft, he fell down. He was hugged by Mingwei Ting in time and leaned against the edge of the terrace.

But it did indeed come here.

I really touched the leaves that were soaked by the rain and followed by the sunlight.

Luo Chi panted lightly, and carefully touched the edge of the leaf with his hand, his fingertips slowly walked along the vein of the leaf, and the cool rain touched his hand.

After several rains, there is no dust on the leaves, and it is a vibrant and shiny green.

These flowers and plants were well cared for, with stable roots and strong branches, swaying in the wind, vying to reach out to catch the falling light.

The sun rain always looks magical, because the thick dark clouds accidentally have gaps, so the cold rain and the sun will fall together, so that small piece of rain will also become a very bright golden drizzle star.

Luo Chi stretched out his hand and touched the light.

As warm as expected.

…

He remembered the sunrise he had seen in his dream.

"Mr. Shadow." Luo Chi touched the light for a long time, and finally said softly, "Yes, something."

Ming Weiting asked, "What's going on outside?"

Luo Chi thought for a few seconds, then nodded slowly.

"No problem." Ming Weiting did not hesitate, "Uncle Lu will do it."

This place was no longer covered by the terrace. He stood slightly outside, blocking the rain that was swept in by the wind, and bent down to check Luo Chi's condition.

He was actually waiting. After recovering his past memories, Luo Chi would sooner or later bring up things outside.

The children raised by Mrs. Ren will not lack the courage to completely dig out the old blood-stained sores and burn away the cold ashes that only remain at the end.

...but Mr. Luo of Huaisheng Entertainment was so easy to relent.

Luo Chi has been taking care of many people. If the dream cannot be realized, let it be realized in others. If the light cannot be touched, let it shine on others. Then he looked at the person he was protecting, as if he was looking at a dream that he had already given up with his own hands.

"...Li Weiming, that matter."

When Luo Chi talked about these things, his expression was a little slow: "The company's artist."

He shook his head, as if he was correcting his own state, and reorganized his language: "I asked the management team to manage the external speech in a unified manner."

As soon as Li Weiming's incident happened, the management team directly deducted the Weibo of all artists on the spot.

Fortunately, that is the case.

...not just because in that situation, Li Weiming's fans went crazy and could really tear up anyone who spoke for him.

In that case, Luo Chi had already been characterized as "grabbing". If someone dares to stand up for him again, it will only confirm this reputation.

At that time, everyone even believed that the general manager of Huaisheng Entertainment had abused his power and forced the company's artists to speak for him, and it was even more impossible to explain it clearly.

Luo Chi actually made the arrangement himself. He had already prepared for this matter and made corresponding arrangements.

Luo Chi touched the leaf and said slowly, "I'm not..."

"You are not being bullied by others." Ming Weiting met his eyes and took the words seriously, "You have done an excellent job."

When Luo Chi recalled these things, his mind turned slowly, and after thinking for a while, he followed Ming Weiting's words and nodded.

He repeated the latter sentence several times, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up: "How excellent?"

Halfway through Ming Weiting's speech, he was dumbfounded by Mr. Luo, who was flying up so fast, and raised his hand to touch Luo Chi's hair.

"Excellent, with little room for anyone to intervene."

Ming Weiting slowed down his speech: "Your arrangements have punished those who should be punished, and also protected those you want to protect."

"Huaisheng Entertainment has become independent and is gradually returning to the right track. My people have not been successfully acquired."

Ming Weiting said slowly, "They just want you to be the general manager."

Luo Chi listened to his words attentively, was slightly surprised when he heard the last sentence, and silently opened his eyes wide.

His physical condition is really not enough to support him to deal with these things, those gears turn a little faster, and immediately reawakened the pain of grinding flesh, and hurriedly closed his eyes and swallowed a groan.

"Huo Miao." Ming Weiting embraced his suddenly staggering figure, "Relax."

Luo Chi closed his eyes and nodded. He knew very well how to calm down the pain. He concentrated on adjusting his breathing, and took the time to finish his words: "Too hasty... I've lost something."

Luo Chi confirmed to Mr. Shadow in a low voice: "What about Li Weiming, has it been clarified?"

"Clarified." Ming Weiting said, "The evidence you have preserved is complete."

Luo Chi was silent for a while, then nodded slowly.

He hadn't thought about these things for a long time.

Thinking and recalling these things was still too much for him. Those memories are no longer feelings, but simple narrative facts. Even if you rummage, it is difficult to accurately locate what you are looking for in a short period of time.

The reason why he wants to think about it now is because it was too hasty at the time, and he still has one thing to do.

"Public opinion has reversed, and those who were silent at the beginning will be questioned again." Luo Chi said, "It's not their fault."

The brokerage team has long had strict and clear regulations, not to mention that standing up for a head-on conflict at that time will only add fuel to the fire and make the situation worse.

No matter what the reason is, one should not create new victims because of one victim.

Luo Chi slowed down and continued to speak down, Ming Weiting already understood what he meant: "Uncle Lu will send a message and let them explain it with the official blog."

Luo Chi raised the corner of his mouth and smiled lightly.

He has been able to control it very well, and the headache just subsided slowly for a moment.

The recovered memory was slowly sorted out for a while, and even this matter was handled properly, and it seemed that there was nothing to worry about anymore.

...should be nothing more.

The things that should be dealt with have been dealt with, and the accounts that should be settled have been settled, so he can completely stop looking at these things.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cool rain. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly noticed a little bit of rain drifting over.

Luo Chi was keenly aware of the clue, counted in his heart for two seconds, suddenly opened his eyes, and sure enough, he caught the lucky fan who was holding the leaf and sending the rain star to his face.

Lucky fans who did this kind of thing, not only are not guilty, but are still openly looking down at him.

Luo Chi became competitive, and suddenly let go of the leaf in his hand, and the rain flew up and fell on Mr. Shadow's head.

Mingwei Pavilion didn't block the rain and let them fall on his face. Instead, he took a wet leaf tip to touch Luo Chi's face.

It was an orchid with slender leaves. When it was brushed, it not only had fresh rain, but also had a less obvious floral fragrance, which brought a little soft itching.

Luo Chi couldn't help laughing out loud. He didn't expect Mr. Shadow to play such a childish game. He felt very happy. He was even happier when he saw Ming Weiting's undisguised smile.

…

This kind of joy that was stronger than usual and more unavoidable seemed to have suddenly opened up somewhere, slowly seeping into the depths of his chest.

Luo Chi tried his best to adjust his breathing, and suddenly turned serious: "Where am I?"

Ming Weiting supported him, seeming to be a little worried by this question, he stabilized Luo Chi's cold neck and looked into his eyes.

Luo Chi's line of sight was very clear, sweat lay down between his brows, and was blocked by those eyelashes blinking quickly and flexibly.

Ming Weiting felt relieved and thought about it: "At home."

"On the terrace of the bedroom at home." The lucky audience tried to answer the question and added, "The terrace is very beautiful."

Luo Chi really liked this answer, the corners of his mouth pursed deeper, but he continued to ask, "Where am I?"

When he asked this sentence, it was different from usual, with a particularly childish air, and Ming Weiting remembered the video again.

Whose artist cares so much about their image, they have to stay handsome as long as they see the camera, and they also need to find the best angle to look at. In order to pose, they don't even wear a trench coat well.

Ming Weiting touched his hair with his forehead. He noticed that Luo Chi was standing more and more steadily, and the hand supporting his body slowly withdrew.

"In front of the lucky fans." Ming Weiting put his hands behind his head and neck, pressed it on those short soft and slightly damp hair, and gently rubbed it twice, "I'm shaking hands with the lucky fans."

"Who's a fan?" Ming Weiting laughed softly, "I'm so lucky to fall in love with such a good person."

Luo Chi quickly became hot in this answer, and his originally pale forehead and ears began to turn red, which made his complexion look much better, and even seemed to be completely restored to health at a certain moment.

Luo Chi was already able to stand firm only by the hand that was being held, his throat moved slightly, and he made an indistinct sound of airflow.

Ming Weiting pulled him firmly and lowered his shoulders: "What?"

"…I."

Luo Chi was hot and eloquent: "My family's."

"My fans." Luo Chi slowly learned to say, "My fans."

…

This sentence is actually quite common.

Luo Chi is the general manager of Huaisheng Entertainment. All the artists under his command are carefully selected, and there are always clear and bright spots that make people shine.

Huaisheng Entertainment signed them back, asked them to practice basic skills, helped them plan their development, and gave them the most suitable endorsements and resources. With strength and going well, of course he will be liked by many people, and of course there will be many fans.

Luo Chi will be very careful not to get close to them in any public places, not to remind people of Huaisheng Entertainment and such a general manager - when I didn't pay attention to this, a photo with the same frame was picked out. The bottom is full of complaints about how to sign with such a **** company and encounter such a **** boss.

The little singer was only 16 or 17 years old, so he couldn't hold back his temper.

Later, the little singer was chased and hacked for two months, and then was trained by the agent. He squatted in the company practice room alone in the middle of the night and cried.

Luo Chi happened to stay at the company to work overtime that day, and he cried all the way to the practice room, taking people out of the company to eat hot pot.

Xiao Luo always told him that public opinion is like this. The extreme voice will be more eye-catching, it will contain emotions, and it will be so powerful that it seems that there is only one kind of voice.

...but sooner or later you will find out that it is not quite the case.

Sooner or later, the bad tide of carnival will fade and it will get better.

The little singer was temporarily confiscated by him, sitting in front of the red oil hot pot while crying and eating meat, his tears flooded the sesame sauce bowl.

"What time will it be sooner or later?" The little singer was eating until he couldn't walk, and was still crying while burping. He squatted on the side of the road and pulled him and asked, "Brother, how late will it be, I can't take it any longer."

Luo Chi was pulled over by him, so he squatted down and patted his head.

The PR team has actually started to intervene, and it won't be long before the matter is dealt with. As long as the follow-up resources are followed steadily, the situation will improve in at most half a year.

Luo Chi will no longer appear in public, no longer remind people of the general manager of Huaisheng Entertainment, and naturally there will be no more excuses to criticize.

"It won't be too late." Luo Chi said, "Hold on."

Luo Chi reminded him with a smile: "Next time you have a long memory, don't touch me."

…

Ming Weiting saw that Luo Chi suddenly didn't move. He was worried that Luo Chi was dizzy again. He held Luo Chi's arm and lowered his head to check, but suddenly noticed the strength.

Luo Chi's arm fell down, and he used the force that wanted to keep his hand, and wanted to bring his hand over.

Ming Weiting followed him and bent his shoulders: "Fire?"

Ming Weiting stabilized his arm, touched his forehead with the other hand, and was about to ask, when Luo Chi suddenly hugged him.

Ming Weiting stopped.

Luo Chi closed his eyes, he needed to lean against the fence to stand firm, so if he lowered his head, he could only see Wei Ting's shoulders, and he could hardly see his expression.

Ming Weiting held his breath and did not disturb him.

Luo Chi slowly raised his left hand, tentatively returning it little by little, Song Song circled behind Mingwei Pavilion.

When confused, Luo Chi would also smile and take the initiative to reach out to Ming Weiting.

At that time, he didn't remember who he was, he had almost no way to move on his own, and he instinctively trusted and got close to Mr. Shadow, and was very comfortable with being hugged by Ming Weiting.

After he woke up completely, Luo Chi was easily embarrassed. Sometimes Ming Weiting took care of him according to his previous habits, which would make him blush.

Before Ming Weiting could take his hand back, he raised his hand and took Luo Chi into his arms, pressing it against his forehead: "What's wrong?"

Luo Chi took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and whispered something with the airflow.

He felt that he almost just made a mouth shape, but Mr. Shadow understood it for some reason and held his arm: "Thank you for what?"

Luo Chi's ears were hot, and he shook his head twice.

Ming Weiting would never call him too embarrassed, and he would usually not ask questions when he saw such a situation, but this time he still held him: "Fire."

Luo Chi raised his head. Ming Weiting gently touched his hair, but did not retract his hand, but still left it on the top of his hair.

"Why do you want to say thank you?" Ming Weiting looked into his eyes seriously, "Thank you for what?"

Luo Chi slowly became hot in his hands.

When he first debuted, Luo Chi still had no idea what was going on in the circle.

He just wanted to play with the people who listened to his songs and waved and cheered with him. He thought it was just a big bonfire party. He sat on the edge of the stage, looking for Aunt Ren in the chase, and wanted to tell Aunt Ren that he could play with more people and have more fun.

Later, the situation took a sudden turn for the worse, and more and more things that he was completely unprepared for were smashed in front of him.

He began to learn to understand those rules, learn to be a small general manager, and learn to manage a company. He finally understood these things gradually, and he no longer had the chance to do it again.

Luo Chi lowered his head, took a deep breath several times but couldn't open his mouth, his enthusiasm penetrated into his collar.

...how could there really be a chance to say such a thing.

How could he be so lucky to actually tell him to wait for the opportunity to say such things.

Have you had this kind of dream before? Maybe he did or maybe he didn't. After all, this kind of dream is too unrealistic. He usually rarely has the habit of daydreaming...

Luo Chi finally took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said in a loud voice, "Thank you, Mr. Shadow, for being my fan."

Ming Weiting was stunned by his words.

He was hugged by the twenty-three-year-old Luo Chi. Luo Chi's whole body was hot, his wet short hair was buried in his neck, his arms trembled slightly behind him because of too much force, but he was still trying to tighten it.

Luo Chi rarely speaks so loudly, he seems to put all his strength into these words.

Mr. Luo, who was still strategizing just now, was gone. In the master tapes of those competition programs, before the video went dark, Luo Chi, who was sitting on the edge of the stage, suddenly jumped up with his guitar in his arms, and waved to him desperately and forcefully.

"Thank you Mr. Shadow for being my fan."

Luo Chi said loudly, "Thank you, Mr. Shadow, for liking me."

Ming Weiting supported his shoulder and lowered his head to meet Luo Chi's eyes.

No one could stop the nineteen-year-old Luo Chi. Luo Chi jumped off the stage with a guitar in his arms, dashed all the way through the corridor that seemed to have no end in sight, and rushed in front of him.

Luo Chi smiled at him with bright eyes: "Today is my happiest day."