They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

The location sent to Luan was five hundred meters away.

Five hundred meters is too far.

The reef group is too difficult to get around, it completely affects the performance, and it is impossible to fly directly over it.

The manager of the marketing department was the youngest in the group, and he had the demeanor of a sprinter in college. He went around looking for a way, and was held down by a few hands just as he was about to shout.

Someone pressed him and jumped over, and the person behind rushed forward. He reacted in a hurry to chase, Fang Hang had already rushed over and stopped in front of the approaching person.

Ming Chi didn't go anywhere, he was relaxing and resting on the reef, wearing a windbreaker well, and he would never catch a cold at first glance.

Xiang Luan tried to rub his brother's legs, but his brother patted his head gently to calm him down. Instead, he took the time to pick up his mobile phone, sent a message to Fang Hang, and said everything he could think of to say.

Seeing Fang Hang and the others coming over, Xiang Luan's eyes brightened immediately, and he hid behind Ming Chi to make a mouth shape: "Mr. Ming, President Ming..."

Mingchi noticed Xiang Luan's reaction, so he sat upright with one hand on the reef, raised his eyes and looked over.

Fang Hang coughed.

Manager Fang grabbed the first place, completely ignoring the threats of the people behind him who were in a hurry, trying his best not to smile so brightly that he adjusted his breathing and walked over.

"It's me, Fang Hang, your artist department manager."

Fang Hang answered the question on the phone again, he walked over and stretched out his hand towards Mingchi: "Long time no see."

Mingchi held his hand, did not speak, looked at them and smiled.

Xiang Luan squatted on the stone beside him.

He opened his eyes wide and didn't dare to speak. He was in awe of the impassiveness of the adult friendship, and he watched as his brother was dragged and carried by the hand.

His brother seemed even prepared, not surprised at all, and even had time to shove his cane into him before being dragged into the air.

The calm, mature and calm management seemed to have fired the starting gun, blasting them all with a bang, and they all rushed forward without a word, huddled together and scrambled to reach out.

Some people touched their shoulders, some people rubbed their heads, some people patted their backs lightly, so many mouths rushed to report their names and positions, for fear that President Ming would not hear them.

…

Xiang Luan was holding the cane, and was shocked for several seconds by the laughter and shouting, and squatted side by side with the manager: "...Brother Zhao."

"It's hopeless." The agent sighed, "There are so many people who add up to not be twenty years old."

Xiang Luan turned his head and looked at the bright smile on his face that didn't match what he said, and suddenly grinned happily: "Brother Zhao, add you?"

"Jagajia! I'm three years old and seven months old this year!" The manager was furious and shook his head vigorously, "So many people, why did you let your kid find it first! What is your luck? Why are you in the pile of stones? The general manager can pick it up if you run around?!”

of course. Xiang Luan was so complacent for a second that he raised his head: "I have a telepathy with my brother."

His eyes were too hot, and he was eager to sneak in without a trace. As soon as he jumped off the stone, Fang Hang came over and stretched out his hand.

Xiang Luan was stunned for two seconds, then quickly handed over the cane in his arms, blushing and coughing in embarrassment: "Brother Fang, that..."

"No." Manager Fang took the cane calmly, "This is the way adults celebrate."

Huaisheng Entertainment set the age for the adult group to be 20. Xiang Luan was only a few months short of it. He jumped up in a hurry, and his manager quickly covered his mouth with his eyes and hands.

This kid was outrageously lucky, and he was the first to meet the general manager in front of so many people.

Also rescued by the general manager.

He also got lost with the general manager.

If I guessed correctly, it seems that he was the first to hug the general manager and drown the general manager with tears.

The agent felt that his head was big when he thought about it. Before Xiang Luan continued to smack, he covered his mouth in time and dragged the person away from the scene.

Fang Hang carefully put away the stick and walked over with it.

This group of people fought for a long time, and finally they fought over who would back their President Ming.

The manager of the legal department has not practiced in vain in the gym over the years. He is still the same as before, holding Ming Chi firmly on his back, and as before, he turned back and whispered: "Close your eyes when you are tired."

Ming Chi's complexion is very good, he shakes his head gently, his eyes are still very clear: "Not tired."

This sentence made the group of people so happy. Several more hands reached out, wanting to touch their President Ming's hair, but Fang Hang patted them back one by one: "Don't you want a hairstyle? Don't you want an image?"

Those few people immediately put their hands away and nodded with a guilty conscience: "I want to ask for it."

Ming Chi was drawn to laugh by them.

His hair was shorter than before, but it wasn't enough to be messed up and couldn't be saved. Shaking his head lightly, his forehead hair became loose again: "It's okay, it's not a one-time thing."

Of course, the manager of the artist department can't control the general manager. Seeing that the group of people immediately arrogantly stretched out their hands in front of each other, Fang Hang laughed angrily: "Tap it! Just touch it, this is the pillar of our company..."

Without his instructions, other people's strength was quite light at first, and even when they were making fun just now, they actually controlled it completely.

During this period of time, they checked too much information, and if they hadn't been on that patient forum, they wouldn't have discovered that post by accident.

Although it was clear that one month had passed since the operation, one month was really short. They watched the recovery process anxiously every day, guessing at what stage Mingchi had recovered, whether other problems with the body were resolved, and whether those old injuries were well maintained.

They want to know so much, they are too embarrassed to ask. So I took the opportunity to control the force completely and carefully, touched and touched the person carefully, and tried to shake Ming Chi's hand. Seeing that the other party was holding back with equal strength, his eyes immediately flashed with excitement.

Mingchi certainly felt that his original plan was actually to make a healthier appearance than now, and he felt a little regretful: "Actually, it won't break if you touch it twice."

"No." Fang Hang said, "Don't get used to them too much, otherwise these people will run around the beach behind your back. Go back and find out where you live, and go to steal you in the middle of the night."

Others were immediately unconvinced and refuted in vain, and then slowly turned into a complaint.

A lot of things happened during this time, they all wanted to tell Ming Chi, and soon it became an accusation against the artist department manager who was so workaholic that he didn't seem to need to sleep and frantically squeezed them.

Fang Hang is not the only workaholic, and it's not just the artist department's office that doesn't turn off the lights after get off work in the middle of the night. Manager Fang called on the spot, but he was not convinced when he was called, so he turned around to expose the others.

Mr. Ming never took sides, listened quietly, didn't speak, just laughed along.

…

Still the same as before.

I've been through a lot during this time. Of course, they no longer put all the burdens on the general manager as before, and Mingchi will no longer stop suddenly and be left in a daze.

But other than that, just get together—five minutes at the most—and the rest will be the same.

Mingchi was carried on their backs, and a group of people talked at one go.

No drafting at all, just say whatever comes to mind, Ming Chi listens quietly and earnestly with a smile.

He has been listening carefully.

You don't need to talk, just look at those eyes to know, just look at what he does.

Fang Hang folded his arms and watched these people tell each other their old stories. He met Mingchi's questioning gaze, knew what the other party wanted to ask, and replied quietly, "Brother Kuang was watching the house from the beach, and I saw it in a while."

Ming Chi blinked, nodded, and continued to look at him quite seriously.

Fang Hang pretended not to understand: "Is there anything else?"

Not only General Manager Ming, who was being carried on his back, but a group of people turned around and stared at him condemningly.

Fang Hang coughed and immediately cooperated with sorting out the report: "I can talk and talk, but I suddenly shouted a few days ago, but I don't know who to call, so I'm still looking everywhere."

"Why is my son so slow in learning to speak?" Fang Hang sighed solemnly, "Is he not smart?"

General Manager Ming corrected him: "It's wise to talk late."

Fang Hang nodded with a smile and took out his phone.

His son was born prematurely and was weak. He suffered from several illnesses in succession. After more than a year, he did not need to be hospitalized at all. In all aspects, his start was much slower than that of children of the same age.

But no one can say anything about children.

Some people are smart since childhood and can learn everything right away, while others start to learn slowly, but then they suddenly become enlightened and can catch up in the blink of an eye.

Fang Hang's son's language outbreak began when he learned to call him "little uncle". After that, the little boy's mouth never stopped, he screamed at everything he saw, and was happy at everything he saw, which made the parents feel relieved, and hadn't slept soundly for several nights.

Mingchi looked at the video on his mobile phone, and saw the healthy, tiger-headed little boy waving his arms, laughing and babbling as his little uncle, and opened his eyes slightly.

Mingchi's eyes were bright. He watched the video twice before returning the phone to Fang Hang: "I remember."

Fang Hang was holding the mobile phone of the marketing manager and was being trained by the manager of the film and television department. When he turned around, he heard this sentence, and was so surprised that he almost threw the mobile phone into the sea that had overflowed with the tide: "Remember what?"

"Remember this." Mingchi's eyes were bent, and the youthful anger that had not changed at all appeared again, "I have a group of very good friends, one of whom has a son."

"I've been waiting to be the little uncle," he said.

…

It took the mature management a little more time to adjust from the state of holding them up to the sky while cheering and throwing them, and regain their usual composure and calm.

The calm managers returned to the beach, calmed their respective departments, squatted in a row behind the reef, and were trained by the manager of the film and television department.

The gourd baby saves the grandfather.

Xiang Luan lost his shadow and could not be contacted, so the management went to find him.

The management soon disappeared and was completely unreachable.

Kuang Li stayed on the cold beach, watched the sunset with the company's people, waited until the last bit of the sun fell into the water, waited until the sky was dark, and even lit the bonfire, but he still hadn't waited for a person to reply to him.

If the agent hadn't come back with Xiang Luan to report the letter, Kuang Li would have really begun to wonder if there was some powerful organization nearby, stripped all these people off, bundled them up and soaked them in seawater, otherwise no one would be able to answer the phone.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have time to answer the phone."

Kuangli asked, "Why did you come back so slowly, did he make you uncomfortable?"

With his brother's permission, Xiang Luan broadcast the news to the entire beach within three minutes. Of course Kuangli heard it too.

It's been enough time to adjust the state for so long. Kuang Lian was much more rational than their group, and his first reaction was to worry about Ming Chi's physical condition.

The bonfire on the beach is bright, the atmosphere is extraordinarily lively, and the guitar sound is more than doubled than before.

Kuangli didn't see them bring Mingchi back, so he frowned and lowered his voice: "Didn't we discuss it earlier, absolutely can't make trouble with him?"

"It's not... it's very noisy." The marketing manager explained in a low voice, "It's just a little bit noisy."

Mainly because they are always too powerful.

How can he recover so well in such a short period of time, so reassuring, and so happy.

Why is he so handsome? After being hugged and rubbed by them, it doesn't affect his image at all. After a little tidying up, it seems that he can still take a set of hard photos in place.

"It's really late. I'm walking slowly on the road, and I want him to rest for a while."

The manager of the legal department admitted: "It's not all done yet. It's too light to carry people on their backs."

It is because of this that we have long agreed that we must not make trouble when we meet. Kuangli had a headache, and rubbed his temples hard: "Where did you guys carry your back?"

Ming Chi said that he would come, and he would never break his promise, but these department managers were the only ones who came back.

Kuangli is the most frequent visitor to the patient forum among them, and he has almost been able to memorize all the situations in it. He was really worried, so he stood up and went to find someone: "Where's Fang Hang?"

A group of people were waiting for him to ask this, and immediately smiled: "Come along with President Ming."

Kuangli took two steps, and stopped in astonishment: "What?"

"After chasing Xiang Luan so many times, my legs hurt, and it's on the beach, so I might have to walk a little slower." The marketing manager couldn't hold back his joy anymore, and smiled to help Mingchi spread the word, "Let's play first, play till the end. When it was the busiest, he went."

I don't know if it's intentional or not, maybe someone has been secretly tipping off. After he finished saying this, there was a sudden burst of violent cheers on the beach.

Kuang Li took a few quick steps around the reef, but he was still standing in the falling shadow, only to regain his senses after being patted on the shoulder by others.

He didn't walk over, and the other managers weren't in a hurry.

Fang Hang also greeted him, walked over, and gestured behind him with a smile.

They always get together, squatting or standing with their arms folded, watching the cheers and shouting on the beach so lively that the night is almost lit up, and watching the excited smiles on everyone's faces.

Ming Chi was sent back to everyone.

Someone jumped over to add firewood, and the bonfire was instantly brighter than before. The wood was crackling and crackling, and occasionally bright red sparks floated up, carried by the wind into the night.

They didn't prevent others from joining, and anyone could play together. Some passers-by who don't know where to go are really curious, and when they ask who is here, the atmosphere is suddenly so lively, and the answers they get are simply varied.

Some said they were general managers, some said they were idols, and some said they were the pillars of their company. Later, the scope of the interview was expanded to include the managers who joined in, and more friends, buddies, and sons and his little uncle were added.

...but the idols and Taizhuzi's claims are really quite credible.

After all, the people who come here are so handsome, and their temperament is outstanding at first glance. Even if the film and television entertainment company that originally specializes in this line of business associates, it is not inferior to a group of artists.

He sat there, and their company's people kept running there, bringing food and drinks, and freshly grilled meat skewers.

A few little guitarists wearing T-shirts and hoodies with colorful heads pushed me and pushed you, squeezing around, and finally they all mustered up the courage to rush up to get autographs.

Ten minutes passed, and there were still people jumping around on the beach with their idols' signed guitars.

"Do you want to suppress the news?" The manager of the public relations department rubbed his forehead, sighed and laughed, "If this continues, the public opinion will explode tomorrow."

But even if it explodes, there won't be any problem at all... After all, the whole network is waiting for Mr. Luo to come back.

They have already done enough foreshadowing and guidance, and the Ming family's news and press conferences have also fully cooperated. When interviewed by a print media, Ming Weiting had already talked about part of the situation.

The reason why the missing list has not been changed until now is because no one has found Luo Zhi, and the Luo family has already obtained a death certificate for him.

If even immediate family members have given up finding and confirming that they are dead, then the cruise line has no right to change the list.

As for the Ming family, after this shipwreck, they did rescue a person from the sea.

It's just that the other party's state is too weak, and even his life is in danger, and there is no certificate to confirm his identity.

It took two months to heal those illnesses and injuries. After the other party woke up, his memory was seriously lost, and it was difficult to recall any past events.

"So he no longer has a past, and is now the Ming family."

In the interview video released by the official website of the paper media, Ming Weiting's expression was very dull, as if he was saying a simple common sense: "The young master of the Ming family will go to comprehensive formal training in the future to accumulate experience and gain After the relevant qualifications, become the new captain of our family."

This short interview clip is caught in the interview of more than two hours, and the rest is all related to the handling of the shipwreck, the safety of ship navigation and the introduction of cruise business, which is quite boring and lengthy.

And the mention of this matter seems to be just a simple supplementary explanation for the "missing persons" part of the shipwreck handling.

However, in the comment area that was waiting eagerly under the official blog of Huaisheng Entertainment, he grasped the connection in an instant, and quickly combined it with the previous conjecture of Mr. Luo's illness to sort out the facts that were quite close to the truth.

That night, the public relations department collectively stared at Bansu and found that they had nothing to do. They were relieved and regretfully called Jin to withdraw.

The manager of the public relations department went to the general manager's office for a meal, and read comments to a group of people who gathered to cook hot pot and drink beer.

"I can't sleep. Is it a person? I don't know if I can't sleep today."

"It must be! There is only one left in the missing list that has not been found. You can't save a mermaid out of thin air, right?"

"Definitely, watching the gossip news, the Luo family has already started dancing."

"I went to see it. His wonderful parents wanted to find a doctor for him everywhere. They wanted him to think of it, and they wanted to take him home and treat him well."

"How to treat it? Every link can lead to memory damage. Craniocerebral space occupation itself is dangerous. If it is for this reason, the lost memory will not be recovered at all. Coupled with drowning and hypoxia and suffocation, the family tortured people like that again. ...It can only be said that it is self-inflicted, and it is useless to jump."

"How can there be parents? Didn't the Luo family even give them a death certificate? It's not related at all, okay? That's the young master of the Ming family, the Ming family's surname is Ming."

"To be honest, it's fortunate that people can survive. The chances of survival are really slim... But it's still a pity, the memory of the past is gone."

"As far as his past memories are concerned, what's the point of staying here and continuing to let their family **** his blood?"

"It's better if you don't remember, just in time for a new life to start from scratch!"

"It's not a big deal to have a past anymore? It's great to have a future in the future, isn't it!"

…

The comment area was excited in the middle of the night, and gathered the crowd to go to the prayer video below to make a wish, and suddenly remembered something very important.

back to reality. The head of the public relations department held his mobile phone and asked for help at the bonfire party in front of him: "I don't remember anything, can I wait until Mr. Luo returns to make his debut?"

Fang Hang and Kuang Li exchanged glances, were silent for a while, and shook their heads.

"There is no need to suppress news, and there is no need to deliberately control public opinion."

Fang Hang said, "He won't go back."

Xiang Luan is still too young, he only knows how to be happy, but he can't think of this for the time being.

Seeing Mingchi and hearing Mingchi's willingness to go to the beach with them, all managers knew in their hearts that Mingchi had made the final decision.

This decision did not surprise anyone at all.

No matter Luo Zhi or Ming Chi—he didn't jump on the stage with his guitar and sing his favorite songs from the very beginning, not for the sake of enjoying the limelight or the festivities.

He just wants to play with more people, to try more happy things, and to go to the place where he can be seen under the spotlight, for the elder who has been taking care of and protecting him.

For him, this circle has too many unspoken rules and rules, too restrictive and unfree, and there are too many things that make people unhappy.

If Mingchi had the idea of ​​making a new debut, he wouldn't have come with them today without any preparation.

If that's the case, Fang Hang and the others will leave Brother Kuang here alone the next second they see Ming Chi, and take the company's employees and artists to bake a bonfire and blow the cold wind.

The others all returned to the company with Ming Chi while they were clean, and asked Mr. Ming to return to the general manager's office, which had not changed at all.

The reason why Ming Chi came with them, sitting here and playing with everyone, was actually a farewell before leaving.

After the Luo family processed the death certificate, the relevant information was also sealed, and there was no way to prove that he had any relationship with the missing second son of the Luo family. Everything that belongs to Luo Zhi's identity has also come to an end.

They would also meet as friends all the time, and they would always make appointments to eat when they were free. But after tonight, the guitarist who was once amazing and now has countless fans will no longer do any work as an artist.

…

"Wait a minute." Kuang Li couldn't listen, "Why did you leave me here?"

"Are you from the film and television department? He doesn't act, so talking about singers won't help."

Fang Hang put his elbow against the person next to him: "And until now, I haven't gone to say hello to President Ming."

Several other people reacted immediately, filmed the team, and followed it like a repeater: "Don't go and say hello to Mr. Ming, say hello to Mr. Ming..."

Kuangli was given a headache by these people, he was stunned for a while, he laughed, took a deep breath and spit it out: "Go and go!"

He pushed the person away and strode towards Mingchi.

The sand was so soft that no footsteps could be heard. Ming Chi noticed the figure, raised his eyes, and his eyes lit up.

Kuangli kept walking in front of him before stopping.

In the past, Ming Chi rarely sat in such a bright place - instead of finding a corner of the reef like before, he sat among the people around the bonfire.

The windbreaker is really easy to get sand, so it was folded and temporarily put aside.

The bonfire was bright and warm, and it didn't catch a cold at all. Ming Chi's complexion was well reflected by the firelight. The cuffs were rolled up to the elbows, and the collar was also unbuttoned. It looked almost like the age when Mr. Luo first saw them.

"Brother Kuang." Ming Chi smiled and raised his hand, "Long time no see."

A smile slowly appeared on Kuangli's face, he bent over to pull him up from the soft sand, and hugged him again: "Long time no see."

He did those things to Jian Huaiyi, and he no longer concealed his methods and calculations, and he no longer looked like the good old man in the impression of Mr. Luo.

He actually didn't know if Ming Chi would have doubts about the past because of this. Of course Mingchi doesn't remember what happened at the beginning, but to know what happened at the beginning, there are actually ways.

It's just that when he came over, he suddenly realized that only his own thoughts were not as good as other people's understanding of Ming Chi.

It's no wonder that the group of guys brought Ming Chi to a meeting in the plan, and they had to throw him here.

"Mr. Ming." Kuang Li whispered, "Did I forget to tell you that our company is my favorite company, and I want to work here until I get old?"

Ming Chi slowly blinked his eyes.

"Okay." He doesn't actually remember, but he can remember now, "When we're all old, we'll still play together."

Kuangli laughed out loud.

He seemed to be completely relaxed in an instant, hugged Mingchi hard, and let go of his arms: "Welcome back."

"Go around and look around, you will be in a good mood." Kuang Li said, "Remember to come back and play with us."

Ming Chi's eyes curled up.

He raised his eyes, his eyes were brightly reflected by the fire, and nodded lightly.

…

Behind the reef not far away, a group of people who probed their brains finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's very good...it's just a pity."

The head of the public relations department had already made up his mind. He was no longer busy, and put away his mobile phone: "Mr. Luo plays the guitar so well."

Fang Hang was half-joking and took over the conversation: "Who said that you can't play well?"

"Are you playing well now?"

The head of the marketing department was immediately excited, and then discouraged: "No, no, no, I've agreed to stop being an artist."

"Who says you can't play the guitar if you're not an artist," said the Minister of the Legal Department, "Isn't it stipulated in the law? Artists just work, they need to cooperate with the company's planned development route, they need to receive endorsements and share dividends, and they need to go to shows and publicity. , to deal with the mess of public opinion."

The Minister of Law said: "You can go to the Grassland Music Festival if you are not an artist. You can also hold a concert and play with a group of people if you are not an artist."

Everyone was stunned for a while, and their thoughts were suddenly opened. When they got together improvisationally, even Kuang Li also pulled over: "Come on, vote, do you want to start now? Create a special department responsible for this..."

A group of people bury their heads in discussion for a long time, almost all the regulations for the new department have been drawn up vigorously, and finally they have to ask Ming Chi's thoughts.

The marketing manager guessed the fist and was pushed out, took a deep breath and hesitated: "Ming, Mr. Ming—"

Ming Chi has changed back to his windbreaker. He was pulled over by those little die-hard fans and stood beside the reef, watching Xiang Luan and a few little guitar players compete on skills.

Hearing the voice of the marketing manager, Mingchi turned around and looked at him curiously.

"Yes." The Marketing Manager whispered, "Do you still want to play guitar?"

Ming Chi smiled: "I'm thinking."

The marketing manager was also going to be a little more roundabout, and he heard the answer without waiting for the brewing, and then he got stuck when he was ready.

"Wait a minute." Ming Chi said, "I'll be back in a while."

When he saw Xiang Luan dazzlingly finished a difficult piece, he took his cane, walked over slowly, and said a few words to Xiang Luan.

Xiang Luan's eyes lit up for a moment, he almost jumped up, and immediately shoved the guitar to him.

"Brother, is your house over there? Do you want me to go and get you some clothes?"

Xiang Luan too wanted to hear him play the guitar, he had already connected the pickups in his hand, and circled around Mingchi: "It's not good to play in this, right? There's a dressing room over there, I'll get it for you, soon. …”

"No." Mingchi gave him popular science, "You can play the guitar while wearing a windbreaker. It's cool and handsome."

Xiang Luan was immediately convinced and his eyes widened: "Really?!"

Ming Chi laughed and didn't say much, just walked to the sand and sat down. Putting the stick aside, I held the guitar and lowered my head to try the strings twice.

He was playing a piece no one had ever heard.

Xiang Luan is his die-hard fan and has heard all the songs written by Mingchi repeatedly. Unlike the lively and lively tunes in the past, this time the tune is quite soft and warm from the beginning, like a star falling and being carried by the wind into the tide.

…

Xiang Luan didn't even know that his piano could sound so quiet and gentle.

The tunes dripping from the strings made the campfire gradually quieter, the pickups sent the sound farther, and people gradually stopped what they were doing and looked over on tiptoes.

Ming Chi sat beside the campfire, with his eyes down and focused on playing the piano.

The piano in Xiang Luan's hands has always been enthusiastic and unrestrained. But now, those steel strings seemed to be suddenly docile in Mingchi's hands, and followed his hands to stroke the notes that flowed out.

Sometimes, even the simplest, least dazzling tunes have a bizarre power to hold people back.

Xiang Luan listened to those tones. He couldn't fully understand what Ming Chi wanted to say with this song, perhaps because he hadn't experienced so many things, so he couldn't understand it clearly and clearly enough for the time being... But the wind calmed down in the sound of the piano .

The wind and tide became quiet, and the sound of music felt warm.

The moonlight seemed to melt into the waves, making it bright, and the starlight sprinkled in it, rising and falling with regular waves.

This kind of softness that is so quiet that one can sleep peacefully is certainly not the whole of the song. It didn't take long for the tones on the violin to take on a vibrant energy.

This kind of vitality is not fiery, it is more like a kind of bright and soft vitality that is quite accessible and can be seen everywhere in the world. It is not too conspicuous, but the rain can't kill it, and the night can't swallow it.

Xiang Luan suddenly shoved another guitar into his hand.

He was stunned for a moment, looking at Fang Hang who was gesturing towards him, his eyes lit up suddenly, and then he looked at Ming Chi.

Ming Chi nodded lightly, with a smile in his eyes. He was not in a hurry to continue to play downwards, found a suitable node, and repeated the tune several times.

Xiang Luan had memorized it thoroughly, and played the chords with the guitar that was shoved over.

Next, several more guitars were added one after another.

Then came the clarinet and the violin—there happened to be a bar nearby, and the instruments of the resident band were borrowed urgently, and even the electronic keyboard was carried on the beach.

All the artists of Huaisheng Entertainment are here. All of the music players were picked by Ming Chi at the beginning. They are talented and inspired, and with one or two years of targeted professional skills training, each of them can choose a stage individually.

Artists he picked by himself gave him chords, and every instrument would not overshadow the guitar.

They were chasing the warm and bright tones from the guitar that almost made people cry, as if to wrap up those soft and soft piano sounds, and as if they were sending it to a farther place.

The tone of the guitar starts to get brighter and brighter.

It was a brightness that seemed to be golden, almost brilliant, of complete freedom.

It was as if the wind had swept through the bonfire, bringing up countless bright sparks, following the trail of the stars, flying to the sky higher than the clouds.

The strings are beating almost non-stop, neat, brisk, and clean, in line with Flamenco's iconic sweep—Xiang Luan is quite aware that he can't play this part at all. He knows better than anyone what kind of musical talent and how much work it takes to get it right.

They played happily with the guitar.

There is no better stage than the beach at night, empty and quiet, the tide is rushing, the wind keeps sending the music to the distance, and they accompany him to go further and further.

It seems to be able to go anywhere, it seems to be able to go to the end of the world.

Ming Chi's eyes reflected the moon and the bonfire, as well as the figure in front of him. He looked at every face in front of him seriously, and the guitar in his arms suddenly burst into a fiery and burning sensation that everyone present was all too familiar with.

Fang Hang almost jumped up. He pulled Kuangli and rushed forward a few steps, standing not far from the fire.

There was a sudden smile in Ming Chi's eyes.

He hugged the guitar and strummed his strings heartily and hard.

The beach was lit in an instant, and the bonfire was bright, reflecting the sea red, as if it was burning unscrupulously in the sea.

The whole beach became lively in an instant, and people began to cheer and applaud. The bar was followed by an explosive drum set, and more and more people clapped their hands together red.

Ming Chi held the guitar and looked up.

There is a ship moored in the port tonight, but it is not covered by the night as in memory, only a vague outline is left.

The cruise ship was always lighting up the lights in response to him, and the searchlights swept in his direction, reflecting the water in white.

The light depicts the cruise ship very clearly, reflecting a huge shadow in the water.

The fire burned along the sea.

The cruise ship was silent for a while, then suddenly the lights were bright.