They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Those who followed Ren Chenbai did not dare to stop him.

The fate of the Luo family is right there, and that Mr. Ming is obviously determined to make a real move.

Their family has no sea business, and there are always others who want to go by sea.Over the past few days, many partners who had been very close to each other suddenly disappeared, and began to falter on the phone.

It wasn't until Ren Chenbai's unconscious struggles gradually weakened that the manager of the Ming family finally let go, turned around and walked out of the pier.

Only then did the assistant dare to take a breath, and several people hurried over to help the people in the water up, and dragged them ashore.

Ren Chenbai was still angry, but he was not sober, and asked the people around him, "What conch?"

The assistant didn't know this, so he didn't bother to answer him, but was busy helping him into the car, and sent him to his own hospital in a panic.

Ren Chenbai kept asking questions on the road, and he was very restless.The assistant really had no choice but to take the sedative in the car and try to persuade him in a calm tone: "Mr. Ren, relax and sleep..."

They had known that Mr. Ren hadn't been sober recently. This thing was always kept in the car, and it wasn't the first time he used it.

Ren Chenbai looked at the approaching needle, and became even more irritable and annoyed: "How dare you!"

"I have no problem, I don't need this thing!" Ren Chenbai yelled sharply, "Who told you to use this for me? Get out of here! Let go—"

"Mr. Ren, Mr. Ren." The assistant persuaded in a low voice with a bitter face, "Don't you always use this for Mr. Luo?"

They all know that Ren Chenbai's current appearance is because of that Mr. Luo, so every time they find Mr. Ren getting anxious, they will try their best to bring up Luo Zhi to comfort him: "This is a sedative, it's nothing. It's hard..."

Ren Chenbai was pressed by several people together, watching the cold needle plunge into the vein, the assistant's words almost turned into some kind of loud, high-pitched noise in his ears.

……it's nothing?

Wouldn't it be uncomfortable after the fight?

How can it feel good to be forced to watch the medicine being injected into the body when you obviously have something to say and something to do, and your consciousness is passing away bit by bit when you are awake? !

Ren Chenbai was almost furious, he struggled desperately to get up, but he quickly lost the strength to control his body.

……

When his consciousness began to gradually blur, the hideous assistant in front of him suddenly turned into his own face.

He saw that he was pressing Luo Zhi's shoulder, asking someone to use up the injection, and he was still saying that it was for Luo Zhi's good.

He saw Luo Zhi slowly becoming quiet and sluggish in his arms, and suddenly there was an uneasiness strong enough to suffocate him.

He wanted Luo Zhi to wake up, shook that body vigorously, tightened his arms tightly, and that body suddenly turned into pitch-black cold water, spilling all of it on the ground without warning.

"Chen Bai." He heard his mother's voice, "Why are you called Huomiao Xiaozhi?"

He had no recollection of what his mother had said to him.

He didn't care about anything else for the time being, but hurriedly tried to hold up the water, and he heard his mother's voice keep ringing.

His mother was talking to him in a tone that was unfamiliar to him that he never remembered.

"You are not allowed to look for Huo Miao again, and you are not allowed to see him again."

"It's my fault, I didn't teach you well."

"I'll find you a psychiatrist."

"Don't go looking for Huo Miao again, you must let him go."

"Chenbai, this is wrong."

The mother's tone became more and more tired: "You shouldn't do this, how could you be like this..."

... He knows, he knows, he knows.

He knew he was wrong.

Ren Chenbai tried to explain to his mother that he knew he was wrong, and he was trying to save it now.

Ren Chenbai knelt on the ground.

He tried in vain to keep a puddle of water that he couldn't hold, but his palm was empty, there was no water, not even gravel.

His mother's voice was behind him, asking him in disbelief: "Chen Bai... have you ever thrown a conch?"

……

Ming Lu took people back to the cruise ship.

The light in the room was on, and Ming Lu specially washed his hands several times to make sure that there was no more oil stains, and then lightly knocked on the door and walked in.

Ming Weiting was sitting by the bed, doing handwork with Luo Chi.

Luo Chi was playing with a shell in his hand, and raised his head when he heard the door knock.He recognized Ming Lu, bent his eyes, and said softly, "Uncle Lu."

Ming Lu called out to Mr., and when he saw Ming Weiting nodded, he walked over.

The people on the cruise ship had already gotten used to Luo Chi's state, Ming Lu squatted down and greeted Luo Chi well: "Huo Miao."

Luo Chi obviously liked the name, the smile in his eyes became brighter immediately, he stretched out his hand, and generously gave him the shell.

Ming Lu's expression softened, and he thanked Luo Chi with a smile.

He took the shell, carefully wrapped the shell with a handkerchief in front of Luo Chi, gave Luo Chi a look, and put it in his pocket for safekeeping.

...Although he can only understand what happened in Wanghai Villa through the video, Ming Lu is actually gradually able to understand why Ren Shuangmei likes this child so much.

In this world, it seems that there are really so many things worthy of Luo Chi's joy.

The current Luo Chi doesn't remember many things, and often forgets new things, and even has to be reminded every day to remember that his name is "Huo Miao", but he is still happy every day.

He will feel happy when he sees the waves, he will feel happy when the shape of the clouds is beautiful, and when the sun falls, it just falls into his palm, and he can play happily with his head down for half a day.

……

If it wasn't for the intense tiredness and bewilderment that occupied Luo Chi's consciousness almost overflowing when he woke up from every too long dream, they would almost have thought that there was a carefree person on board. young master.

Ming Weiting touched Luo Chi's finger, and when he opened his hand, he put another shell in his palm.

"Uncle Lu." Ming Weiting asked, "What happened?"

Ming Lu came back to his senses and shook his head dumbly: "There is no rush."

Since there is no rush, it means that it is related to Luo Chi and cannot be said in front of Luo Chi.

Ming Weiting nodded, and continued to concentrate on doing that craft.

He's still not good at this kind of work.Luo Chi's right hand could barely exert any strength, but it was still more flexible than him, and quickly found a suitable place for the shell.

Ming Weiting gave up pinching the shells, raised his hand instead, and pinched his earlobe lightly.

When Luo Chi was praised for his strength, he became even more motivated to fight, and put down several shells firmly in a row.

In just a few days, he has recuperated very well.It was only when Ming Weiting took the shell for the fifth time that his fingers began to tremble slightly due to exhaustion.

"Huomiao." Ming Weiting shook his hand, waited until Luo Chi sensed it and raised his head to meet his gaze, "Take a break."

Luo Chi still wanted to give it a try, but shook his head.

He didn't ask Ming Weiting to help, but just tried slowly and patiently with his head down.I don't know how many times I picked it up, but I finally managed to pinch the edge of the shell without letting it fall from my fingers.

Ming Lu couldn't help but want to help, seeing Ming Weiting shaking his head slightly, he had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

... In fact, Luo Chi didn't need to be in such a hurry to do this.

There is nothing urgent to do now, there is a lot of time for Luo Chi to recuperate his body and slowly recover from the state that almost completely destroyed his foundation - besides, the reason for the weakness of Luo Chi's right hand is, in the final analysis, a lump in his right hand Intracranial compression.In fact, it is too late to wait until after the operation to recover.

Although in that way, it will inevitably make the flexibility of the wrist and fingers worse, but if you just want to ensure normal daily life in the future, it is still completely sufficient.

However, Luo Chi didn't seem to have such an idea.

At least Luo Chi, who left the thick fog and temporarily came out to breathe, had no such thoughts at all.

Luo Chi just looked at his hand intently, his right hand trembled uncontrollably, but he still held the shell.

Then, Luo Chi spent more time, finding the position bit by bit, and inlaid the shells on the pavilion that had already taken shape.

……

After doing these things, Luo Chi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He still kept his gaze down, his body motionless, and the hand slowly slid down with exhaustion.

Ming Weiting caught the falling hand in time, he saw that Luo Chi's dizziness had started to attack again, he stretched out his hand to gently embrace Luo Chi, trying not to disturb him, and let his body drenched in cold sweat rest on his shoulders.

Luo Chi opened his eyes to look at him, slightly bent his eyes, and then hastily closed them again.

It was not until Luo Chi's breathing became stable again that Ming Weiting took the tissue from Ming Lu and wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead: "Two more than yesterday."

Luo Chi's right hand was still trembling slightly, but this time it was only due to exhaustion, and the stiffness that was obviously powerless before was much less.

Hearing Ming Weiting's voice, he slowly discerned the meaning of the content, and the corners of his mouth raised in super satisfaction.

"There are two more pieces." Luo Chi repeated Ming Weiting's words, and reported to himself in a low voice, "Flame."

Ming Lu stood aside.

He suddenly figured out why Luo Chi had to do this.

Luo Chi's right hand can hold a paintbrush, strum the strings of a guitar like a showmanship, and can do many things that are difficult for normal people to do.

There are no shortcuts to playing the guitar, no matter how talented you are, it takes hard work, endless boring practice over and over again.

In the video of Wanghai Villa, there are a lot of sections where Luo Chi himself is practicing the basic skills. After wearing out his fingers many times, he can finally play the most difficult rhythm completely fluently.

Luo Chi, who came out to breathe, couldn't remember himself, but he still remembered that he was responsible for that small cluster of dim and ethereal flames that sank in the thick fog.

Luo Chi rested for a while, then pulled Ming Wei Ting's clothes with his left hand.

The strength of his left hand is much clearer and more stable. Even though there is not much strength left at this time, he still clearly conveys his intentions.

Ming Weiting lowered his head: "Is there something for me?"

Now Luo Chi doesn't like to talk much, and doesn't have the strength to do too much action, the two of them have a lot of tacit understanding for no reason.Sometimes when Minglu watched Luo Chi tear Ming Weiting's shirt off, he would suspect that the young master mistook the husband for a telegraph.

Luo Chi was very satisfied with the telegraph, groped behind with his left hand for a while, and conjured a conch out of nowhere.

Ming Weiting accompanied him to do handicrafts for a day, watching Luo Chi send shells everywhere, unexpectedly he left a bigger one for himself, and stretched out his hand to take it: "Is there a letter from Huo Miao?"

As a fan, he is becoming more and more proficient. Although one of the links has changed from "making handmade gifts to idols" to "accompanying idols to do handicrafts and rehabilitate", the rest of the process is not affected and I still remember it firmly.

Luo Chi was drawn to laugh, but shook his head: "No."

Ming Weiting asked: "Why?"

Luo Chi didn't speak again, just shook Ming Weiting's hand suddenly.

The conch in Ming Weiting's hand suddenly rustled.

He was a little curious, picked up the conch and took a closer look, only to find that Luo Chi stuffed a lot of small shells into it.

The spiral inside the conch blocked the shells. Although they couldn't come out, they could slide back and forth and collide, making a not-so-light and crisp impact sound.

Ming Weiting held the conch and shook it back and forth several times.

Looking at the look of anticipation in Luo Chi's eyes, he couldn't help but raised the corner of his mouth, put the conch next to Luo Chi's left ear, and shook it back and forth following the frequency of his opening: "Thank you."

Luo Chi said generously that you are welcome, and listened attentively to the voice.

Not empty, the shell bumps gently in the swaying conch.

The screw mouth stopped by the ear, as if I could hear the sound of wind and tide.

……

He finally ran out of strength.

Luo Chi was hugged and lay down, the conch stopped shaking, but the voice in his head was regular and hypnotic, and his thoughts finally gradually became trance.

Tiredness is like a tide, quietly coming up.

He still had medicine to take at night, Ming Weiting couldn't let him fall asleep right away, got up to get medicine from the medicine box beside him, but heard Ming Lu calling Luo Chi behind him.

Luo Chi didn't respond, lying on the bed with his eyes still slightly open.

Ming Weiting didn't disturb him, he stopped his movements and stood on the spot.

... When half asleep and half awake like this, Luo Chi would occasionally be too tired to distinguish the two sides so clearly, but would be closer to the most real state.

Luo Chi, who can't remember anything, can be happy and laughs, is born to make people can't help but follow him to be in a good mood, trying to find ways to make him happier...but the current Luo Chi is the real one.

Now Luo Chi is pale and quiet, disturbed by a good dream, dragged back from the sea by them involuntarily, it will take a while to slowly figure out what happened.

Luo Chi lay quietly for a while, then sat up by himself little by little, and slowly looked around.

He sat motionless, looking at the shells that stood beside the bed.After a long time, a little curiosity gradually appeared between the brows, and he stretched out his hand and touched it lightly.

He seemed to like this work very much. He lowered his head and studied it carefully for a long time, trying to put the remaining shells on it, only to find that his right hand seemed to be out of control.

Ming Weiting went back to the bed and held his hand.

Luo Chi's drooping eyelashes trembled, he seemed to want to raise his head immediately, but his body couldn't get up quickly, so he had to spend twice as long to finally raise his head.

While seeing the person sitting in front of him clearly, his eyes lighted up slightly.

"Shadow." Luo Chi recognized him again, "Mr. Shadow."

His voice is now softer than when he was awake, and his speech rate is slower, as if it takes a lot of effort to speak.

Ming Weiting imitated him: "Mr. Huo Miao."

Luo Chi couldn't help pursing the corners of his lips.

He felt as if he had slept for a long time again, but he still felt sleepy, his head was a little heavy, and his memories were all messed up.

Ming Weiting brought him medicine and water, and he swallowed them all.

"The right leg." Luo Chi remembered to ask after taking the medicine, "Is it for the leg?"

Seeing Ming Weiting nodded, he tried to move his arm again, but found that his right hand still couldn't move: "Did I fall hard?"

Ming Weiting was startled, then nodded his head lightly, and stroked Luo Chi's hair.

The usual Luo Chi couldn't think of asking himself what was wrong, and he didn't feel the need to ask.Although I can only take five shells so far, and need infusions, injections, and a lot of medicine, I still confidently think that I am very healthy.

Luo Chi, who remembered everything, couldn't sort out these memories for the time being, because he couldn't move his right leg, so he occasionally thought that he had just fallen from the second floor and was still recuperating in Wanghai Villa.

"It's okay." Ming Weiting assured him, "If you take care of your body in this way, you will recover soon."

Ming Weiting told him: "It will become very healthy."

Luo Chi thought for a while, then slowly nodded.

He actually didn't care much about this, but he still knew very well that the other party was taking care of him, thanked him softly, and then his eyes fell on the conch in Ming Weiting's hand.

Luo Chi looked hesitant, and asked softly, "I did it?"

Ming Weiting looked down, and was about to answer, but was suddenly stopped by Ming Lu who was at the side with a gesture.

Ming Lu approached and whispered a few words to him quickly.

Ming Weiting gradually frowned.

He didn't know why he said that, but he didn't ask much, just nodded: "Yes, I found it."

"I found it." Ming Weiting said, "That's why I came to pick you up."

Luo Chi was obviously stunned by this answer for a while.

He looked at Mingwei Pavilion, he instinctively felt that there was something wrong in it.Maybe it's logic, maybe it's time—or maybe it's memory that obviously has another branch here, and another answer that's obviously different.

He wanted to believe this answer so much, thinking that the fog in his mind had almost turned into boiling steam, and then turned into cold sweat in an instant.

He fell on Mr. Shadow's arm and struggled to sit up again, trying to shake the hand as hard as he could.

"Don't." Luo Chi whispered, "Don't tell Aunt Ren."

Luo Chi clutched his arm, and it was the first time he exerted such obvious strength on his hand, his joints were bluish white, trembling slightly: "Don't tell Aunt Ren..."

Hearing Mr. Shadow's answer, his consciousness, which was blurred with pain, finally relaxed, and before he could say any more words, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

……

Ming Weiting is still sitting beside Luo Chi's bed.

He held Luo Chixu's crooked hand, with the conch full of shells next to him, took the computer that Ming Lu had hurriedly brought over with one hand, and put it on his lap.

"The young master was in Wanghai Villa and healed his wound for three months." Ming Lu said in a low voice, "At that time——"

Ming Weiting nodded: "I know."

Ming Lu hesitated to speak, and stopped talking because of his preoccupation.

Ming Weiting looked at the sleeping Luo Chi, he put the conch next to Luo Chi's pillow.

...he already knew very well what had happened during that time.

Luo Chi was pushed down from the second floor by the woman from the Luo family and broke his leg. Mrs. Ren took him back to Wanghai Villa to recuperate the injury for three months. It was also at that time that he learned to play the guitar.

It was also at that time that Mrs. Ren insisted on clarifying what happened at that time for Luo Chi, and she had a complete stalemate with the Luo family, and also cut off contact with her long-time friends.

Luo Chi dragged his injured leg and was led upstairs by Ren Chenbai to see Mrs. Ren who sorted out the torn photos by herself.

That is to say, from that day on, Luo Chi began to learn not to be wronged.

Luo Chi stopped making noises, refuting, and speaking clearly.

It took Mrs. Ren so much effort to teach him to talk about pain again.

Ming Weiting looked at the picture in the video.

It looks like it's preparing for a bonfire party, and many things have been piled up in the room.

Mrs. Ren was very happy, bringing Luo Chi who was even happier than her.

The two of them secretly ate snacks while preparing, Luo Chi was so excited that he even forgot to pretend that it was bad.It took several steps before I remembered, and I hopped on one leg several times to make up for it.

……

Luo Chi stood on one leg, looking at his aunt Ren with his red ears.

Aunt Ren looked at the sky and hummed, pretending not to notice.

Luo Chi was completely red this time, and was about to run while jumping on one leg stiffly, but Aunt Ren pulled her back and nodded her head: "What does Little Huomiao want most?"

Luo Chi didn't understand and opened his eyes wide.

"Little Huomiao has given Aunt Ren so many presents." Aunt Ren deliberately elongated her voice, "What does Little Huomiao want?"

Luo Chi shook his head vigorously, he didn't want anything, and was about to explain, but suddenly a conch was stuffed into his bosom.

Aunt Ren stood in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"Wishing conch." Aunt Ren told him quietly, "Write a letter and stuff it in, and hide it."

Luo Chi had actually guessed a little bit—of course he guessed that Aunt Ren was going to give him a gift, and he was afraid that he would be embarrassed to say that he was no longer a child, and he definitely knew that there were no gods living in conch shells.

He shouldn't have kept everything secret. Aunt Ren must have been worried about him, so she came up with this method.

Luo Chi knew that he had to reflect on himself, but he didn't care about it for the time being, he was so happy that everyone felt hot: "Where are you hiding?"

"Hide—hide behind the rocks." Aunt Ren thought for a while, "Just hide there and write down what Little Huo Miao wants most."

"As long as you write, you can achieve it, and you can achieve anything you write."

Aunt Ren confidently assured: "Really, really."

Luo Chi pursed his lips and laughed, he hadn't played this kind of game before, so he couldn't help being naive along with him: "Really, really?"

Aunt Ren laughed and shouted loudly: "Really, really, really!"

The two of them suddenly started repeating "really" endlessly, foreheads touching foreheads, laughing so happily that their stomachs started to hurt from laughing.

"Madam Ren saw the calendar in the room and guessed the meaning of the countdown."

Ming Lu has already watched these videos and sorted out the previous situation: "So I came up with this method."

—— Mrs. Ren guessed it, Luo Chi was counting down those stolen days carefully, while counting down to himself.

Just steal for three months, three full months.

Then it must be returned immediately, and it must not be overdone.

Mrs. Ren guessed that Luo Chi was counting the days, so on the last day of the third month, Mrs. Ren specially found a place with the most people by the sea, and held the most lively bonfire party for Luo Chi.

What wish does Mrs. Ren want Luo Chi to write in the conch shell?

Luo Chi actually didn't know either.

Probably because he was so happy that day that he was a little dizzy. He went back to the room in a daze, forgetting to jump on one leg.

Luo Chi hugged the conch so happily that he couldn't sleep.

He found the most beautiful paper and pen, and wrote the craziest, most daring, and greediest wish on it stroke by stroke.

Luo Chi even made a pious wish on the conch first, and then carefully wrote it on the piece of paper.

"Hi, I'm Little Flame."

"Please take me home."