They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

When Ming Lu came back from the pier, he ran into the lunch box delivered outside the ward.

Early this morning, Ming Weiting took Luo Chi off the boat and went to the hospital for a physical examination.

This private hospital is owned by a subsidiary family of the Ming family, and it is reliable enough.As soon as Luo Chi was admitted to the hospital, he was immediately arranged carefully, had a detailed physical examination, and was inviting relevant expert groups to discuss his condition.

During this journey, Luo Chi slept soundly, even when he was pushed into the nuclear magnetic chamber for examination and blood test, he didn't respond in the slightest.

Ming Lu thought that Luo Chi would not wake up, so he didn't ask someone to arrange breakfast, and took time out to deal with some things according to Ming Weiting's instructions.

Ming Lu took the lunch box and tapped on the half-open door: "Sir?"

Ming Weiting was supporting Luo Chi to sit firmly on the sofa, nodded his head, and raised his hand to make a gesture.

Ming Lu understood, walked in lightly, and opened the lunch box.

Luo Chi's swallowing ability is still uncertain for the time being, and once liquid food is choked, it will be dangerous again, so Ming Weiting didn't ask people to prepare porridge and soup today.

If Luo Chi can still eat, he can gradually withdraw the daily nutrient solution.

……

In any case, it is always good to be able to infuse less fluid.

Luo Chi's situation is special. The stress response hidden deep in his body still has the instinct of self-preservation, and it will be dangerous to bury the indwelling needle.However, I had to get needles several times a day, and there were already large bruises on the back of my hands and the bends of my elbows.

Ming Weiting withdrew his gaze, and as usual, first greeted Luo Chi good morning and introduced himself.

Luo Chi didn't respond.He was leaned against the sofa by Ming Weiting, his pale neck seemed to be unable to bear the weight, his head drooped slightly, his gaze fell on his fingertips blankly.

So Ming Weiting also walked there, squatted halfway in front of the sofa, raised his head to meet Luo Chi's eyes.

He tried to lightly touch the back of Luo Chi's hand, and found that the hand was not trembling, so he tried to hold the fingertips, and then gradually moved upwards, holding the hand resting on Luo Chi's leg.

Luo Chi didn't resist, his palms were held by Ming Weiting, and his wrists fell limply without any effort.

Ming Weiting used a hot towel to help him compress the bruises on the back of his hands.

Probably because he sensed the moist heat on the back of his hand, Luo Chi slowly reacted, his eyes moved accordingly, and he recognized a vague figure from the thick fog that was left blank.

Ming Weiting raised his head and waited for him, until the focus of those dark and empty eyes focused on himself.

"Good morning." Ming Weiting said softly, "I'm Ming Weiting, I like you very much, and I'm following your star."

Ming Weiting spoke very slowly: "I have an opportunity to treat you to breakfast, can I? If you agree, I will be very honored."

Ming Lu was a little dumbfounded. He knew that Luo Chi couldn't handle such complicated information for the time being, but he still didn't want to disturb this scene. He just tried to lighten his movements as much as possible.

The breakfast in the food box was rich and exquisite. Ming Lu picked out small pieces of snacks with different flavors suitable for the entrance, and put them on the dining car and pushed them over: "Sir, the young master still doesn't understand."

If it is a normal situation, it would indeed be helpful to have frequent conversations and interactions, but Luo Chi couldn't hear them.

Originally trapped in an absolute silence, if this silence becomes a stable, pure emptiness without any harm or pain, even in Ming Lu's view, it will be difficult to find a person who is exhausted to the extreme. A reason for consciousness not to stay inside.

Ming Weiting was very aware of this, he nodded, took a cushion, and gently placed Luo Chi's hand on it: "I'm practicing."

He turned around, took the chopsticks handed over by Ming Lu, picked them carefully in the dining car, and picked up a small and exquisite shrimp dumpling.

When Luo Chi made his debut, he also introduced his favorite things on the show in a procedural way.

Ming Weiting knew that Luo Chi was 23 years old this year, not long after his birthday, he liked guitar, painting, the sea, and playing games, especially "Subway Surfers".

He knew that Luo Chi didn't like cakes very much because he was allergic to egg whites.I like crystal shrimp dumplings, I like to order a large table of morning tea for a day alone, and I like all kinds of sugar.

This information is not difficult to find at all, you can search it on the encyclopedia page.

Although I can't confirm the accuracy of this information to myself, at least it can be used as a reference to a certain extent, so that I don't have any direction at all.

Ming Weiting held the shrimp dumpling between his arms, and tried to touch Luo Chi's lips.

Luo Chi didn't respond, and still sat quietly.

"I don't know if it suits your taste." Ming Weiting said, "Try it, and spit it out if you don't like it."

After he said it slowly, he realized that he hadn't considered it thoroughly and made his words too complicated, so he changed the phrase again: "It's for food."

Ming Weiting explained to him: "Things that can be eaten."

Luo Chi's eyes look very clean and moist at this moment, slightly pressed by the thick long eyelashes, although the movement of the line of sight is a bit slow, but still following the more and more concrete figures in front of him.

Although the fog is still there, at least there is a place to fall, and it is no longer as scattered as it was a few days ago.

Ming Weiting was not in a hurry, he put the shrimp dumpling back temporarily.

He tilted his head to one side, wanting to confirm whether Luo Chi was leaning comfortably, but from the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Luo Chi also seemed to tilt his head slightly.

Ming Weiting suddenly realized something, he held Luo Chi's hand, still raised his head: "Huomiao."

Luo Chi reacted to the name, and his gaze gradually followed.This level of reaction was already very exhausting for him, and his palms began to turn cold again, with a thin layer of sweat seeping slightly.

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

Luo Chi's throat moved slightly.

He had a clear reaction to follow suit, opened his mouth with difficulty, made a mouth shape that was not standard, and the sound of air flowed out.

Ming Weiting nodded in his field of vision, confirmed that such movements could be clearly seen by Luo Chi, and continued, "Good morning."

This time Luo Chi learned more smoothly than before.

Ming Weiting nodded again, he looked at Luo Chi, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to stroke Luo Chi's hair.

He did this subconsciously, he had already encountered those soft short hairs before he realized that something was wrong, he wanted to give Luo Chi room to adapt step by step, but he found that the person sitting on the sofa didn't seem to have much resistance.

Even being pressed against the top of his hair by the temperature of his palm, Luo Chi's body only trembled slightly, but more attention was still on Ming Weiting.The eyelashes that were half drooping were raised, as if waiting for the other party's next move.

Ming Weiting picked up a shrimp dumpling, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and then made an obvious swallowing movement.

Then he waited for a while, then picked up the shrimp dumpling again, and handed it to Luo Chi's mouth.

This time the process was a bit complicated, and Luo Chi paused for more than ten seconds before he understood the sequence of actions.

Luo Chi bit the shrimp dumpling bit by bit, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.After all, eating is still in the instinct of the body, as long as the head is opened, it is not difficult. Before he even realized what happened, he found that his mouth was empty after chewing.

Ming Weiting looked at him intently all the time, meeting Luo Chi's confused look, he couldn't help but smile.

He is indeed practicing a more gentle look these days, but it seems that he is not as good as the experience in these few seconds. Everything is natural, and there is nothing strange about it.

He looked at Luo Chi, the smile stayed at the corner of his mouth for a short time, but it was still in his eyes, and then that smile seemed to be taught to those empty eyes.

Ming Weiting inspected carefully, Luo Chi's gaze followed him, slightly bent his eyes following his example, but the fundus of his eyes was still empty.

Luo Chi quietly bent his eyes, his expression did not change.

Ming Weiting raised his free left hand, bent his fingers, and lightly touched Luo Chi's eyelashes.

Luo Chi couldn't hide, and when he noticed the itching of his eyelashes, he blinked slowly.Ming Weiting lightly bumped back and forth a few times, Luo Chi couldn't keep up with his blinking frequency, and his breathing became a little short.

"Sir." Ming Lu reminded in a low voice, "Young master is not feeling well."

Ming Weiting frowned: "I know."

Ming Lu was slightly startled, he looked at Luo Chi carefully, and suddenly noticed something unusual.

Luo Chi's eyelashes were uncomfortably itchy and uncomfortable, and the eyes were already covered with a layer of moisture, and the moist light made the pupils appear darker and purer, and the dull emptiness inside was more obvious.

But Luo Chi still kept the movement he learned just now, and he remembered this movement very firmly.

He didn't remember how to move, how to express his discomfort, and how to avoid the uncomfortable hand, but those eyes were still bent unconsciously.

Ming Weiting withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes and got up, his eyes were silently cold.

He suppressed those thoughts that should not be contaminated with Luo Chi, and pulled a few tissues, trying to hold them until they were soft enough.

Ming Weiting quickly walked back to the sofa, squatted back into Luo Chi's field of vision.

Luo Chi's breath is still not stable, his eyes are slightly red, because of the itching of the eyelashes just now, physiological tears flowed down.

"I'm sorry." Ming Weiting looked into his eyes, "Huo Miao is sorry."

Ming Weiting didn't know if he was willing to let him touch him, so he wiped those tears for him lightly, and when Luo Chi's breathing and heartbeat stabilized again, he tried to hold Luo Chi's fingertips again.

Luo Chi's fingers didn't move, they were held softly by him.Because with a little smile in his mouth, he seemed to be very comfortable.

Ming Weiting put down his hands, clutching the few soaked tissues in his hands.

"I taught it wrong." Ming Weiting said in a low voice.

Although Luo Chi's original state was chaotic and dazed, he would still have very subtle reactions when he felt uncomfortable or uneasy. As long as he observed carefully, it was actually not difficult to distinguish.

But Luo Chi learned too quickly, he taught Luo Chi how to laugh just by not paying attention.

……

Although the smile was very shallow, so faint that you couldn't see it unless you looked carefully, it still covered up all the subtle negative reactions.

He no longer knew whether Luo Chi was suffering.

This sentence did not deliberately slow down, Ming Lu knew that he was speaking to himself, and went over with the packed food box: "What should I do?"

Ming Weiting turned his head to the side, and looked at the manager who followed the three generations of the Ming family.

"It's not that serious, sir." Ming Lu laughed, it was the first time he saw this look on this too young gentleman, and he put the food box on the coffee table closer to the sofa, "If it's true at this time Suffering, people will not wake up again."

His volume was very soft, unable to convey where Luo Chi was, he just put the materials he brought back on the sofa next to Ming Weiting's hand.

It is not difficult to get the surveillance records of Ren's private house over the years, after all, there is a man who is about to lose his mind and is sorting out these in the villa - as long as Ren Chenbai is dragging his broken leg non-stop, sorting out these When recording all the records in [-], it is enough to send someone to break in directly and take away all the master tapes.

Just as it is not at all difficult to make a hypocrite who is addicted to his own world, still delusional and refuses to accept the truth, and will never learn to reflect, go crazy.

Since Ren Chenbai likes playing chess so much, he might as well be a chess piece in the game himself.

As long as the adopted son of the Luo family is temporarily lost in the hospital, the starlet will naturally go to Ren Chenbai.

And Ren Chenbai, who was thrown off the pier by Ming Lu, had just heard the clear conclusion that "Luo Zhi is no longer in this world".

Of course Ren Chenbai couldn't accept the facts, and of course he would vent his anger and revenge hysterically. This was originally what the gentle and elegant Mr. Ren was best at.

Ren Chenbai would bite that starlet to death, and the puppet who was pushed to the extreme may not not bite back.

The entanglement between these two people is not so easy to end, as long as there are people involved, they will be involved in a snowball, naturally including the girl from the Luo family.

Ren Chenbai will always be trapped in that villa.

"Time is limited, we only checked part of the monitoring records, and there are other materials."

Ming Lu said: "Another person would probably not be willing to wake up again."

For Luo Chi, the shipwreck is not even a straw.

No one has been able to stop him for a long time, and forced him to stay and let him live. If Luo Chi really felt uncomfortable, he would not open his eyes again.

That quiet and relaxed emptiness lures the cold fire to fall asleep all the time.

Ming Weiting didn't speak.

"The chess is going very smoothly, sir." Ming Lu picked up something less depressing and said, "It's already a ball."

Until last night, Ren Chenbai was probably still indulging in the ethereal comfort of "personally taking revenge on those who hurt Luo Zhi", until Ming Lu showed up in front of him with someone.

Ren Chenbai is a smart man, he knows what Minglu's appearance means.

It means that his hysterical revenge and vicious and happy pursuit of revenge are nothing but arranged, just a random move by the chess player behind him.

He was just a pawn who was randomly sent to sweep the ground, because these things should not touch Luo Chi at all.Because there is still some retribution that should be returned, so when he made the move, he knocked off one of his legs by the way.

This wasn't even a planned arrangement, because Mr. Ming was concentrating on learning to be Luo Chi's fan and didn't have time to do anything else, so he circled them first and took a bite.

Everything is just the beginning, and there are too many waiting behind, waiting to be dismantled one by one, to tear away all the peace of mind that has been cultivated by spending the flesh and blood of others over the years, revealing the filth and filth inside. .

It's just the beginning.

……

Ming Weiting didn't think there was anything to say, just nodded.

He was not in a hurry to move the document, he pulled the food box and carefully picked it out.

Luo Chi didn't seem to resist him because of the eyelashes that were made before, and his eyes still followed Ming Weiting.

Ming Weiting picked out a few dishes that were suitable for Luo Chi to eat now and were easy to chew and digest, and he ate one for demonstration. After waiting for a while, Luo Chi opened his mouth as expected.

Because every time he got a nod of approval with a clear enough movement, Luo Chi didn't even need Ming Weiting to demonstrate, and slowly finished a small piece of coconut milk cake by himself.

Ming Weiting always paid attention to his food intake, and never let him eat too much.When it was almost done, he asked Ming Lu to remove the things, and guided Luo Chi in the same way, reminding him how to rinse his mouth with clear water.

Luo Chi's physical strength and energy were still very limited, he was surrounded by Ming Weiting who was also sitting on the sofa, and after slowly rinsing his mouth a few times, his strength was almost exhausted, and his eyelashes began to sink down again.

Ming Weiting held his hand, Luo Chi's body began to soften due to fatigue, and even his shoulders quietly drooped.

"Huomiao." Ming Weiting held his hand and let him slowly fall on his body, "I have to wake up every day."

He didn't purposely let Luo Chi see his mouth shape, these words might put pressure on Luo Chi.

He just wanted to say that he wanted to make a wish on the fire in his memory that burned blazingly on the beach, as if everything could be done.

"Wake up every day."

Ming Weiting said: "If you want to say good night, you should say good morning."