They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Mr. Ming did not make a sound immediately, nor did he move.

Luo Chi waited for a while, raised his hand, and tapped twice as if knocking on the door on his chest.

Ming Weiting held his hand and said in a low voice, "Wait a minute."

Luo Chi was curious: "Wait for what?"

"I can't hold you up right now and run." Ming Weiting said, "Your head will hurt."

Luo Chi was super surprised: "Mr. Ming will also stand up and run with a man in his arms?"

Mingwei Ting responded, leaning his shoulders to block the wind coming from the shade of the reef.

Last night, Luo Chi held his shirt after falling asleep. But Luo Chi's right hand had no strength, and with a slight movement, the shirt would slip out from between the twisted fingers.

Ming Weiting sat beside the bed and had a rare dream.

It was a short dream, it seemed that it only took him a few minutes from falling into a dream to waking up.

In the dream, he went back to the ship ten years ago and saw the bonfire on the shore.

Day thinking, night dreaming. Ming Weiting did think many times about what might have happened if he got off the boat at that time.

Most of these thoughts end in vain. He didn't know anything about guitar and painting at that time, and he was not good at describing everything he knew. He took the liberty to knock on the door directly, and most of what he said would be blasted out by Aunt Ren holding a broom.

So in that dream, he got off the boat, hugged Luo Chi and ran.

Of course Mr. Ming couldn't do such a thing. Fortunately, he was not Mr. Ming at that time, and it was just a dream.

Luo Chi's ability to adapt is very strong, and he shouldn't be afraid if he is suddenly picked up and runs away. Luo Chi in the dream was interested in what he said, waved his hand and asked for leave aloud with Aunt Ren on the distant shore, and went out to sea with him for a week.

He taught Luo Chi to dive and showed him the secrets he discovered under the sea. Stalactites formed over tens of millions of years stand in deep caves, schools of fish pass by them, and ctenophores drift through the water, glowing with soft violet light.

Luo Chi was held by his right hand, looking at the underwater world and the stars in the sky. Those pictures are painted on the canvas and become more magical and wonderful. Luo Chi sits on the side of the boat and plays the guitar, accompanied by the wind and waves.

…

This is an emotion that is difficult to articulate, and absolutely unnecessary.

Ming Weiting sat for a long time after waking up. He looked at Luo Chi in his dream, just thinking that he should really start studying and training early.

He should hold Luo Chi and run.

Mingweiting didn't tighten his arms. As much as he tightened his arms, he tried to control Luo Chi, who had just suffered a headache, and lowered his head after a long time.

Ming Weiting lowered his head, he wrapped Luo Chi's neck and looked at Luo Chi seriously.

Luo Chi rested on his arm, obviously not worried about his answer at all, and was almost falling asleep waiting.

Ming Weiting said softly, "Okay."

Luo Chi slowly opened one eye, and deliberately lengthened his voice: "What's the matter?"

Ming Weiting looked at Luo Chi's actions, and even smiled from the bottom of his eyes, and lowered his head to touch his forehead: "Your surname."

Luo Chi just wanted to borrow it, and he didn't need to be so generous if he was willing to resign, but he was immediately pulled into his arms by Ming Weiting, and got up slowly under control of his strength.

At this time, Luo Chi realized that he really should have thought about it just now.

Ming Weiting's movements have been slowed down, but Luo Chi's body and mind are too relaxed now, and he can hardly bear the pain. The red hot iron slurry that has just calmed down in his mind followed, and a few golden stars floated in front of him. .

If Mr. Shadow really picked him up and ran away just now, he would probably faint and show Mr. Shadow on the spot.

Luo Chi thought about that scene, funny and apologetic, and slowly pulled Ming Weiting's sleeve: "I'm sorry, I'll get better soon."

"How can I be sorry when I'm sick." Ming Weiting asked him to lean on his shoulder, "You didn't want to get sick yourself."

Luo Chi was stunned for a while, then closed his eyes, wiping away the heat that was surging in his eyes for some unknown reason.

He leaned down completely relaxed, leaned quietly on the shoulders in front of him, and exhaled a long, light, slow breath.

Ming Weiting hugged him, walked to the beach chair, and let Luo Chi lie down comfortably with light movements.

There is no shelter from the reef, but as time goes by, the sky becomes gentle and umbrellas are placed. Luo Chi just got over a headache, and listening to the sound of the tide here, it will be much better to bask in the sun with peace of mind.

Luo Chi was lying on the beach chair, the sun was a little dazzling, he instinctively tilted his head slightly, and his eyes were covered by the palm of his hand.

Mingwei Ting covered his eyes and arranged the air cushion on the beach chair for him with one hand: "Fire."

The two of them already had this kind of tacit understanding. Luo Chi didn't have to wait for the next sentence to know what he wanted to ask: "Aunt Ren gave me a nickname."

"'Chi' was also created by my aunt. Aunt Ren was abroad at that time. I was very happy when I heard that I was born. I specially discussed my name with them and sent me a lot of gifts."

Luo Chi said slowly: "I came back only after my aunt came back to China."

He never talked about these things, but today he suddenly took the initiative to talk about it. Ming Weiting knew what he was thinking, so he sat on the side and listened intently.

No matter how careful and detailed the surgical plan is, there will always be a chance of accidents. Even the best team of experts cannot guarantee how much Luo Chi will remember after the operation.

If Luo Chi really doesn't remember anything, then Ming Weiting will remember it for him.

Luo Chi still remembered Aunt Ren very well, and he talked about wherever he thought of. He remembered that he had just been brought back from the hospital, and he always liked to stay in the room without going out. Later, he was pulled out by Auntie Ren, and he basked in the sun with Auntie Ren on the beach.

"Actually, my aunt accompanies me to sunbathe." Luo Chi remembered what happened at that time, pursed his lips and smiled, "I fell asleep as soon as I lay down."

"When I woke up, my aunt hugged me, the moon came out, and the sea was bright."

Luo Chi said softly: "I was thinking at that time, how can it be so good, it must be a dream."

Ming Weiting lowered his head. Luo Chi's eyelashes trembled slightly in his palm, Ming Weiting didn't move his hand away, and used the other hand to slowly wipe away the overflowing water vapor.

He roughly knew the beginning and end of this matter, far from being as easy as Luo Chi said.

Mrs. Ren was basically abroad in the early years, so she was familiar with the heads of those multinational groups. When she returned to China, Luo Chi had grown to five years old, and she immediately fell in love with each other. In those days, Mrs. Ren invited Luo Chi to be a guest at home.

Later, Luo Chi disappeared, and Mrs. Ren tried her best to find him for three years. But this kind of thing is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack. The chance of finding it is very small. It should be a great luck that a lost child can come back.

But the family didn't tell Luo Chi's being back, and even just threw Luo Chi in the hospital.

Mrs. Ren was abroad, and the news was not smooth enough. When she returned to China to find out about it, Luo Chi had been in the hospital alone for more than half a month.

Being brought home by Mrs. Ren to recuperate, Luo Chi did not dare to sleep in an unfamiliar place, for fear that when he woke up, he would lose control and hurt others. Mrs. Ren, the quilt, found out about it.

That night, Luo Chi accidentally injured Aunt Ren.

He locked himself in the room overnight, and during the next day, Mrs. Ren found the wound medicine and the letter at the door.

When the ten-year-old Luo Chi was dug out of the room by Aunt Ren, he was actually packing his luggage and preparing to leave quietly.

…

He hadn't slept well for too many days, Luo Chi was already unsteady when he was pulled to the beach by Aunt Ren, and almost lost consciousness as soon as he lay down.

The beach is not like a room, there are no cold hard places, no enclosed spaces. With no one nearby, only the sound of wind and surging, Luo Chi finally got his first good night's sleep in three years.

He slept all day and woke up in Aunt Ren's arms.

The layer of thoughtful and stable shell weathered and peeled off without any defense, and Luo Chi was held by Aunt Ren to teach him to say "it hurts".

Luo Chi stumbled and stumbled over and over again, and finally struggled and curled up desperately, shivering and hiding in his aunt's arms, crying so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

"...Then my aunt and I both caught a cold."

Luo Chi quickly vented under Mr. Shadow's palm, took a breathless sniff, pulled the corner of his mouth and coughed twice.

He continued to recall the later episodes: "The two of us each have a pack of paper smoke, and each of us has a bowl of Banlangen. Auntie put me on her lap, touched the bowl with me and said 'go one'."

Ming Weiting nodded: "Uncle Lu and I are always curious, you really haven't grown into a pirate with the teaching method of Auntie."

Luo Chi almost fell off the beach chair with a smile.

Ming Weiting hugged him in time, and did not help the chair that fell so lightly, and let Luo Chi lie on top of him: "'Chi' and 'Huo Miao' both sound good."

It was all started by my aunt, and of course Luo Chi raised his head proudly: "That's it."

Ming Weiting touched his hair, pondered for a moment, and chose the words: "Ming Squirrel."

Luo Chi opened his eyes and looked at him.

Neither of them took it seriously, Ming Weiting smiled even more, and deliberately slowly circled: "Ming Guitar, Ming Wandering, Ming owes a debt."

Luo Chi couldn't hold back his surprise and questioned, coughing and laughing until his stomach hurts: "Minghei Xin creditor."

On his side, he justly made a serious charge, but he didn't expect that an IOU would actually be placed in front of him, and he even handed over a pen.

Luo Chi looked at the IOU, rubbed his eyes in astonishment, and raised his head in disbelief.

Minglu came over at some point, smiled and put down a plate of cut fruit, put the IOU on the tray, and put the signature pen in front of Luo Chi.

"It is true that I have prepared an IOU." Ming Weiting rubbed his hair and put a piece of watermelon in his mouth, "I want to coax you to sign it."

As soon as Luo Chi was about to speak, he first bit the watermelon, and the cold and sweet juice instantly moistened his dry and smoking throat, making him take a deep breath.

…

But Luo Chi hadn't forgotten what he was going to say, he swallowed the watermelon with a thud: "Thank you, Uncle Lu."

Ming Weiting probably did it on purpose. Before he could finish his last word, he had already opened his mouth to keep up: "Thank you, Uncle Lu."

Ming Lu vaguely knew what the two were fighting, and shook his head with a smile: "No thanks, we will be a family in the future."

He was nearly seventy years old, and although he was still sturdy and steady, he showed the kindness unique to his elders by not bending over as the head of the Ming family.

Ming Lu bent down and gently touched the top of Luo Chi's hair: "I like flames too."

Ming Weiting hugged Luo Chi, and he almost felt that the fire that was more than five and a half years old was scalding hot from the top of his head.

Ming Lu has been thanked a dozen times and sneezed more than a dozen times in the past two days. Before Luo Chi reacted to say "thank you" and the husband repeated his coaxing, he packed up his things and walked away vigorously.

Luo Chi waited for several minutes before finally regaining his senses, and found that Uncle Lu was gone, and rubbed his head hard with regret.

"It's okay." Ming Weiting took his hand, "There are still many opportunities in the future."

Luo Chi was extremely annoyed, and buried his head in the pockets all over his body to find candy, but when he came out today, he changed his clothes, and he didn't even have half a candy.

Mingwei Pavilion made a peach-flavored candy and placed it on the beach not far in front of him.

Luo Chi saw through it at a glance: "Is there a trap?"

"Yes." Mr. Ming admitted frankly, "I coax you to sign an IOU."

Luo Chi had already prepared to sign, and immediately took the pen.

Don't say it's this IOU - if it weren't for the fact that the debtor took the initiative to bring it up, it was too unreasonable, and he even wanted to coax Mr. Shadow to not be so disciplined and take advantage of this time to make him owe more debt.

At such a good time, the black-hearted creditor should ask him to simply sign 50 IOUs, so that he can slowly repay after the operation in the future.

The more Luo Chi thought about it, the more reasonable it became. He made up his mind to look back for a chance, bit off the cap, and held the signature pen in his left hand.

He has been practicing his left handwriting with flames since he signed autographs for lucky fans last time. Considering the wildly cursive signatures on the market today, if you don't know the details, just read the words, and you can even appreciate a bit of an ethereal sense of art.

Luo Chi was full of confidence and was about to sign it in one go, but Ming Weiting held his left hand holding the pen.

Luo Chi blinked his eyes and raised his head.

"To ask."

Ming Weiting slowly taught him: "Is this a coax?"

"This is coaxing?" Luo Chi repeated, and he was surprised at first, "This is not coaxing?"

From his point of view, this is clearly to coax him into the sky.

Yesterday's Luo Chi thought that yesterday was the happiest day, but today he found out that he was completely sloppy, and he was happier today than yesterday.

I don't know where Mr. Shadow is so powerful recently, where did he learn the secrets of chasing stars.

Ming Weiting still held his hand, looked at him silently for a while, showing a helpless smile, raised his hand and tapped on his forehead: "You can't sign the flame."

"This is an IOU, which is legally binding."

Ming Weiting said: "You must handwrite your real name."

Luo Chi was stunned, but he didn't practice his real name at all, and looked up in amazement: "Damn."

"Oops." Ming Weiting nodded, "What should I do?"

Luo Chi held the pen and looked down at the IOU.

Before he could react, his body was covered by the falling shadow, Ming Weiting held his left hand and accompany him to drop the pen tip on the paper.

...the poses and scenes like this are actually kind of weird.

A steady and steady arm wrapped around him from behind, not only making him sit firmly, but also holding his hand.

The warmth seemed to seep from everywhere.

The sky has not yet darkened, the blue has begun to deepen, and the warm yellow lights are dotted and reflected in the water.

Mr. Shadow held his hand, and the shadow stacked his shadow.

…

"Huomiao." Mingweiting asked softly, "When do you want to change your name?"

Luo Chi's ears turned red involuntarily. He calmed down and thought carefully, "Surgery... Surgery. Once the operation is over, everything will be new."

The first name was given by Aunt Ren, and the last name came from Mr. Shadow.

After the operation, he made a clean break with those pasts, and he greeted this name with a brand new self.

Myths can turn out to be true.

Luo Chi thought, it turns out that there is such a possibility, he eviscerates the flesh and goes to the new world.

Completely free, with an infinitely promising future, a new world he had never seen before.

Ming Weiting nodded: "Okay."

He held Luo Chi's hand, leaned his shoulders down, and explained in Luo Chi's ear: "The IOU also takes effect at that time—relax, follow me."

Luo Chi realized that he was holding the pen too tightly, so he hurriedly meditated not to be nervous, and took a few deep breaths, letting the entire shoulder and left hand loosen little by little.

Ming Weiting took him to drop the first stroke.

...everything seems to suddenly quiet down at this time.

Or maybe Luo Chi couldn't hear the sound again.

This time it wasn't because of tinnitus, he just seemed to have forgotten to listen - because all his attention seemed to be completely on the pen in his hand.

They had been chatting outside for an afternoon, the sky was getting darker by inch, and the handwriting on the paper was a little unclear.

But that's okay, there's Mr. Shadow.

The way he holds the pen is actually quite non-standard, but it doesn't matter, there is Mr. Shadow.

He hasn't practiced calligraphy for a long time with his left hand, and he can cover the past with wild grass when writing "flame", but when he writes other characters one stroke at a time, he will inevitably float... But it doesn't matter, there is Mr. Shadow.

His chest heaved slightly, and he could barely feel everything around him, he just stared at the pen in his hand intently and breathlessly.

Ming Weiting held his hand, and together with him, he wrote down the name slowly, neatly, and finished the last stroke.

He didn't know how long he had looked at the name, so long that his eyes suddenly hurt, and then he realized that it was because of the light that was refracted by the water surface, so he raised his head subconsciously.

At that moment, the sun jumped into the water, and the whole sea was dazzling and red like fire. The fire clouds hung down on the horizon, and the world seemed to be burning.

The light was so bright that the words on the paper were legible.

Ming Chi.