They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Luo Chi couldn't hear, so he spoke slowly.

Ming Weiting looked into Luo Chi's eyes, worried that such an atmosphere would appear too serious, and wanted to touch Luo Chi's hair, so he raised his hand and waited in a questioning manner.

……

Luo Chi, who woke up again, could give fewer reactions than ever before.

When Luo Zhi was carried back to the cruise ship from the beach, although Luo Zhi's reaction to external stimuli was already weak.But as long as you speak patiently and slowly, you can still get a response.

At that time, Luo Zhi could still understand the simplest instructions.

Although the consciousness is in a trance, and the hands and feet seem to be too heavy to lift, but as long as he regains a little strength, he can slowly move on his own.

He seemed to be trapped in an extremely far and deep piece of sea water, but after all, he could still refract some faint light and shadow, making the last tiny ripples on the water surface.

Then those ripples were gradually torn and swallowed by the night, and the water surface finally calmed down a little bit.

……

Luo Chi quietly opened his eyes, his eyes were blank and had nowhere to fall.

"I bought your painting and I paid the bill."

Ming Weiting withdrew his raised hand, and slowly explained to him: "A long time ago, I heard you play the guitar, and I have liked you since then."

...he is really not a qualified fan.

If he has enough expressive ability, he can describe to Luo Chi more accurately what he saw on the beach that night many years ago.

There are many people around the campfire, many people are clapping, and people are stepping on the sand with bare feet.

In fact, that is too little, the fire should have been surrounded by so many people, it should have been surrounded by more people, and there should have been countless people who liked him.

They should smile at him, greet and wave to him from a distance, and come over to bump shoulders and hug generously.

It's time to touch him intimately.

The boy on the beach was holding the guitar, and the quiet and soft moonlit night and the evening wind hugged him together, but the tune that came out of the guitar was warm, bright and crisp.

The waves crashed against the rocks, and people laughed and applauded and whistled continuously. He just stood there, as if seeing an endless sea of ​​light sprinkled with little sparks.

Ming Weiting knew that Luo Chi couldn't hear him now, but subconsciously lowered his voice and told him little by little.

"Sorry, I couldn't be a good fan of you."

Ming Weiting said softly: "I came a long time late, I should have told you that I like you a long time ago."

He held Luo Chi's hand, which was soft and cold, lying motionless in his palm.

Ming Weiting told him everything he had to say.

At 197 heartbeats, Luo Chi finally began to realize that he was talking to himself, and his completely out-of-focus, empty vision was struggling to gather little by little.

……

It's just that this process seems to have quickly exhausted the little mental energy left.

Luo Chi's gaze still looked unrestrained, he only insisted on staying on that face for a moment, then his eyelashes trembled and fell down slowly with all his strength.

The moment his eyelashes closed, Luo Chi's chest throbbed lightly, and then he opened it with all his might.

"It's okay, there's nothing urgent." Ming Weiting immediately stopped talking, reached out to dim the lights, "You can rest if you're tired."

He thought his tone was not good, so he practiced it a few times in his heart and revised it again: "If you are tired, you should take a good rest."

Luo Chi still opened his eyes.

Ming Weiting hesitated for a moment, then tried to reach out and touch his hair lightly.

This body has been emptied, but it seems that some deep-rooted residual habits still remain.

As soon as Ming Weiting tried to lightly touch the top of his hair with the back of his hand, Luo Chi's body tensed up without warning, his breathing began to become short of breath, and his back became instantly stiff.

Those unconscious struggles seemed to overflow from the depths of the body.He almost pushed himself to the ground, and when his body slid down, Ming Weiting reached out and hugged him in time.

No matter what Luo Chi said in such a posture, he couldn't see it. Ming Weiting was afraid that he would hurt himself, so he could only use his arms and shoulders to surround him tightly, controlling Luo Chi's struggling body,

The body bound by him was so thin that even the spine was bony, like a dead leaf that was too cold to warm up, and the rapid panting brought out a wheeze from the lungs.

Luo Chi couldn't give the corresponding physical strength at all, so that kind of struggle only weakened in an instant.It's just that the cold and pale fingers are still curled up instinctively, groping in vain, as if they want to find something to protect themselves.

"It's okay, there's no danger here." Ming Weiting stepped back a little so that Luo Chi could see his own mouth shape, "There's no danger."

Ming Weiting looked at him: "There will be no more danger from now on."

Luo Chi's face was pale, and the fog in his eyes was thicker, he wondered if he understood what he said.

Ming Weiting no longer touches him with his hands, but just wraps Luo Chi back into his arms again.He bent his palms and grabbed the cuffs, and used his arms to comfort Luo Chi's back slowly from top to bottom.

He kept repeating this action until his back, which was so tense that it was almost convulsed, softened again.

Luo Chi relaxed in his arms little by little, no longer struggling.

Ming Weiting waited until the breathing in his arms became completely even.He let go of his arm a little, and Luo Chi fell lightly along the exit, Ming Weiting subconsciously immediately stretched out his hand to catch him, and then raised his hand to stop his head and neck that fell backward.

Luo Chi didn't respond to his touch this time, his eyes were half-closed, as if he had fainted from exhaustion.

"Good night." Ming Weiting said softly, "Huomiao, good night."

Ming Weiting supported him carefully, put Luo Chi's body back on the bed smoothly and gently, waited for him to close his eyes, and re-covered him with the quilt.

He bent down and straightened the quilt for Luo Chi, turned off the bedside lamp, and turned around.

Ming Lu outside the door said at the right time: "Sir."

Ming Weiting didn't want to say what should not be said where Luo Chi was, he shook his head slightly, turned his head to confirm that Luo Chi was fast asleep, and walked out of the room lightly.

Ming Lu closed the door behind him, took two steps back, and looked at the coldness in Ming Weiting's eyes.

"The two children of the Luo family were lost, and one came back not long after, and the other was lost for three years."

After confirming his attitude, Ming Lu has arranged manpower to investigate more targeted details: "No one in the Luo family dares to investigate what happened in the past three years."

Ming Weiting smoked a cigarette and leaned back against the wall: "No one dares?"

"Yes." Ming Lu said, "I just know that I must have suffered a lot."

Luo Chi was not found by his family members, but he cooperated with another female student who was also abducted to start a fight, took the opportunity to escape and reported to the police, and escaped with his own life and death.

The police still have a complete case record at that time, as well as an injury appraisal.

The injury appraisal was so detailed that even an unrelated outsider like Ming Lu felt a faint chill behind him.

The main forces of the Ming family are on the high seas. In these areas that are not subject to any sovereign jurisdiction, of course there will be many chaotic forces that cannot be seen, and they are no strangers to shocking and cruel methods.

……

But if these injuries are placed on a ten-year-old child, it would be ridiculous if he could remain indifferent.

Ming Lu didn't talk much about this matter, but just took out the injury report and the case file and handed it to Ming Weiting, and continued: "The Luo family spent a lot of money to let the recovered child stay in the hospital. I raised it for a few months..."

Ming Weiting frowned: "Return them."

Ming Lu's original intention was not this, he was stunned for a moment before he answered dumbly: "Yes."

"Sir, these things have only one record of investigation, and the signatory is Ren Shuangmei."

Ming Lu looked at the information in his hand, and reminded: "There is nothing left."

No one in the Luo family has seen these things.

They sent the recovered child to the hospital, where they raised him carefully for several months. At least the trauma was healed when he was brought back, but he was thinner than other children of the same age, and his stature was slightly undersized.

……

Because the injury has healed, so naturally no one will pursue the past.

Ming Weiting picked up the two document bags and tested the thickness of the contents inside.

He lowered his eyes, rested his fingers on the sharp edge of the file bag, and pressed it twice slowly.

Ming Weiting's voice was very soft: "Luo Chengxiu hasn't seen it either?"

"He was abroad at the time, negotiating a very important business, which was related to the lifeline of the Locke family in the core field. Once something goes wrong, it may lead to a series of thunderstorms in several pillar companies."

Ming Lu replied objectively and factually: "We talked for almost three months."

It's hard to fully distinguish whether Luo Chengxiu's lack of patience with Luo Zhi stems from the business that almost hit a wall at every turn during those three months.

There are a lot of angers that don't make any sense at all, like "recovering a son" and "the situation in the market that has taken a turn for the worse", which shouldn't have any absurd relationship at all.

...In short, Luo Chengxiu was busy dealing with shopping malls.After receiving the news, he threw a sum of money at random and threw the recovered son to the hospital for three months.

Then Luo Chengxiu returned to the country, and the family started to be unrest again, so the child was hastily renamed "Luo Zhi", and was sent to the Ren family in a hurry.

Those three years were tacitly skipped, no one mentioned it again, as if it never existed in the first place.

Ming Weiting slowly turned the two file bags in his hands.

He looked out the porthole in the corridor: "What business is so important?"

"Metal futures, shipping." Ming Lu said, "So far, it is still the bulk of the capital flow of the Locke family industry."

"Which route to take?" Ming Weiting said casually, "Let's ask the nearest port to arrest it."

Ming Lu bowed his head: "Yes."

Ming Weiting held the file bag between his elbows, and took out a shell ornament from his pocket.

I heard that to be a fan, you need to give gifts. The handmade ones are the best and the hearts are the most sincere.

But he is not good at handwork, this kind of thing is really hard to handle, it is crooked, and there is still a lot of glue overflowing.

Mingwei Pavilion adjusted its position little by little, but it was far from the expected one.

Ming Lu stood aside, not disturbing him.Ming Weiting didn't intend to leave or go back to the room to find Luo Chi, but slowly adjusted the ornament.

Luo Chi doesn't remember him now.

Ming Weiting doesn't care about this matter, they can always get to know each other again, and he can always introduce himself.

He was just worried that a stranger like himself and a completely unfamiliar environment would make Luo Chi feel uneasy.

The experience of those three years still did not let Luo Chi go, and would wrap his bones coldly in his dreams.The fangs pierced into the flesh, oozing venom, spreading along the blood vessels, and a bright red snake letter protruded from every inconspicuous corner.

Luo Chi didn't feel scared.

He's just gotten used to it.The seven-year-old Luo Chi who was lost, and the ten-year-old Luo Zhi who was thrown into the corner by his family, were still standing clearly at that moment without being taken away by anyone.

Those memories that were pushed away again and again were superimposed. After the only person who took care of him passed away, Luo Chi no longer thought that he would be protected in any way.

Since there is no protection, you can only rely on yourself to protect yourself.

If there is a needle, pull out the needle, if there is a glass, break it and hold on to the fragments, when you are in a strange place, you must stay awake, and if there are strangers, you will not close your eyes.

Ming Weiting finally broke the shell.

He took the failed handmade ornament and tried to put it back together along the cracks again and again.

Ming Lu said softly: "Sir."

Ming Weiting stopped trying.

He handed the completely ruined ornament to Ming Lu, raised his head, and closed his eyes.

Failed again.

Ming Lu cleaned up the traces and returned to him.

Ming Weiting leaned against the wall, his pitch-black eyes condensed into ice, and then showed a stern look uncontrollably: "So don't you dare to look at it?"

The members of the Luo family, don't they dare to look at those things?

Are you afraid to touch it?He didn't dare to see what kind of purgatory Luo Chi earned out of, so he simply pushed Luo Chi into another bottomless abyss.

How could there be such an ignorant son?At the age of seven, I still don't know that I can't lose myself, and I lose it when I lose it, and I still come back to make trouble.

Afraid to admit this idea, are you?I dare not see how selfish and ridiculously ugly and despicable it is hidden under the high-sounding appearance, so I tried my best to make the evidence that proved their despicableness disappear from my eyes...

"Speak to Patriarch Luo."

Ming Weiting said, "If you want the goods on the ship, let's make a deal."

Ming Weiting closed his eyes, this is not the open sea, he can't tie these people to the sea to fish for sharks, and he can't do extreme things either.

He is now Luo Chi's fan, and will always be in the future, Luo Chi must be clean.

So Luo Chi's fans must follow suit.

Luo Chi will not be surnamed Luo sooner or later, and will no longer have any relationship with this family.At that time, that fire can play the guitar on all the cruise ships and beaches, can draw any style of painting, someone will definitely say "like" to him a thousand times, and he will not be in any danger again.

Sooner or later, Luo Chi would wake up from the bed in a relaxed manner, stretch comfortably, wrap up the quilt and go back to sleep.

So those nightmares should be haunted by someone else.

"Doesn't he like confinement?" Ming Weiting said, "The Ming family also has a confinement room, please come and sit every night."

"Since business matters are so important, let's sacrifice some sleep time and drink some tea."

Ming Weiting lowered his eyes and straightened his cuffs: "I won't do anything illegal to him, find someone to talk to him..."

Ming Lu suddenly coughed abruptly.

As the head of the Ming family, Ming Lu has always been prudent and stable, with a certain amount of advance and retreat, and there are very few such strange situations.

……

Ming Weiting frowned lightly, subconsciously glanced in the direction Ming Lu indicated, and suddenly stopped talking.

It took him some time to get rid of those piercing coldness, and walked to the door that was slightly pushed open by Ming Lu.

Luo Chi woke up again.

Ming Weiting silently twisted the knuckles of his index finger.

If Luo Chi's current state of consciousness is normal, it would be much easier to handle. The instinctive fear of not knowing where he was when he first woke up would be immediately suppressed by Luo Chi himself.

……

But now Luo Chi himself is trapped in that piece of confusion where he doesn't know where he is.

He watched the situation in the room quietly.

The person on the bed didn't know how long it took him to sit up a little bit, leaning against the wall to adjust his breathing.

With him here, Luo Chi really couldn't rest in complete peace of mind.

"It's okay, I'll try to make him fit."

Ming Weiting said softly: "I will learn to make him feel at ease."

"It would be better to change the room into a familiar one." Ming Weiting lowered his head and checked the data stored in the phone, "I will say good night to him every day, if he can accept—"

Ming Lu pushed open the door and reminded softly: "Sir."

Ming Weiting was startled.

His eyesight is very good, so even standing at the door, it is still not difficult to confirm Luo Chi's situation.

Luo Chi's eyes were as black as lacquer, as clean as if they had been washed with water, but they were still empty and dazed, unable to find any focus that could be settled.

Luo Chi didn't seem to be looking for it either.

He just quietly leaned against the wall, he was too tired, such movements had left him with little strength left, but he still opened his eyes.

There was nothing in front of Luo Chi's eyes, but he still looked at that place and slowly made mouth shapes.

Luo Chi looked at the place where Ming Weiting was sitting.

Luo Chi didn't know that there was no one there anymore.

He struggled and stumbled to imitate the shadow sitting there, opened his mouth a few times, and the sound of air flowed out of his throat.

Luo Chi replied, good night.