They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Some people say that they have to wait for the operation before changing their name, but they have secretly practiced signing in private.

The rain fell through, and the weather for the next few days was very good.

It wasn't so hot in the afternoon, and Ming Weiting would take Luo Chi to the beach to bask in the sun, and every time he came back after washing his brushes, he would see the very correct "Ming Chi" written on the beach under the drawing board.

The words on the beach couldn’t stay, and before they could be seen clearly, they were filled with other sand in a hurry. Mr. Shadow also pretended not to see it at all, squatting down and focusing on putting the brushes one by one next to the easel.

Luo Chi's ears were still hot, so he carefully buried the evidence with sand, and after confirming that it was completely invisible, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He stretched out his hand, touched the clean paintbrush, subconsciously wanted to thank him, and swallowed the words back: "Mr. Shadow."

Only then did Ming Weiting turn his gaze back, and imitate him with a smile: "Mr. Huo Miao."

Luo Chi obviously liked being called that, so he sat up a little more vigorously, and slowly moved out his right hand behind his back, motioning him to stretch out his hand.

Ming Weiting stretched out his hand, and in his palm was a conch the size of a knuckle.

It's not the snail shell. The soft snail meat hidden inside has a pearl-like color and is still shrinking sensitively. It will bubble quickly when touched.

"It can be raised." Luo Chi said, "It can grow up."

Ming Weiting nodded: "Okay."

Luo Chi was ready to say something, but he hadn't had time to officially start, so he couldn't help being curious: "What's the matter?"

"Take it back and help Huo Miao to raise it." Ming Weiting said, "When he recovers from the operation, invite him to go out to play with him. If you want to see a conch, you have to exchange a song for it. When the little conch grows up, you can return it." give him."

Luo Chi just wanted to think about it before the operation, but he didn't expect so much at all, so he opened his eyes wide: "It takes a long time to grow up."

Ming Weiting nodded: "Then go out to sea and play together for a long time."

He had been painting with Luo Chi for a few days, and he was already proficient in auxiliary work. He found a few tubes of paint and filled in the colors that were almost used up in the palette: "Where do you want to go at the first stop?"

Luo Chi opened his mouth and was stunned for a while, then lowered his eyes and laughed: "Caribbean Sea."

"Okay." Ming Weiting nodded again, bowed his head and said to the little conch, "Come with us to the Caribbean Sea."

...Mr. Shadow must have obtained this very powerful secret book on chasing stars.

Luo Chi felt ashamed of himself, touched the brush and put it into the palette, and continued to concentrate on painting.

Naturally, talent and color sense alone are not enough for painting, but basic skills are equally important.

Luo Chi studied it for a period of time, and even though he gradually became busy because of company affairs, he kept using it as a way to relax, and he did not abandon the work he was doing.It's just that the things I drew became more and more unsatisfactory, so I didn't see them again.

Luo Chi has never practiced writing with his left hand, but he can hold a paintbrush.For the past few days, he has been devoting himself to painting a picture without sleeping or eating, and he has to bring his easel out even when he comes out to bask in the sun.

The progress of the painting was very fast, and the color had already filled the canvas, but unfortunately no one could understand it except himself.Ming Lu accompanied his husband to study for a long time in the middle of the night, but still only saw some overlapping color blocks.

Anyway, no one can understand it, and Luo Chi doesn't mind Mr. Shadow's onlookers, showing the picture openly: "Does it look good?"

Ming Weiting had just asked Uncle Lu to raise the little conch in sea water, and was standing behind Luo Chi watching him smear on the canvas, and when he heard Luo Chi's question, he got closer.

He bent his shoulders, put one hand on Luo Chi's back, and looked at the painting with Luo Chi: "It's beautiful."

This is indeed not for fans to make idols happy.

I can't guess the content of the picture for the time being, and it doesn't affect those colors that have the most direct impact on vision.

Color itself does not contain any emotion. The emotions it arouses come from human's natural cognition of them, which ones are warm, which ones are painful, and which ones are more reminiscent of silence and sadness.

The intersection of colors will give the picture an illusion of flow. Even the most sensible person will be suddenly touched at a certain moment, and meet the world that is completely unknown.

The main color of the canvas in front of Luo Chi is not warm.Ming Lu asked someone to collect his paintings, and since then, Luo Chi has been unable to use those passionate colors well, and the pictures have become quiet, as if they were separated by a layer of fog.

But those paintings were actually well received.The founder who was far away abroad didn't feel that the standard of painters had declined because of this. He was still waiting for new works, and the people around him followed Luo Zhi's wishes in the inheritance arrangement and did not tell him the truth.

The painting in front of me is not enthusiastic, nor lively at all.

Those colors overlap and merge, and there is an unusually soft tranquility, like the calm water surface under the clear sky after the most violent storm on the sea.

Ming Weiting looked sideways at Luo Chi who was concentrating on coloring.

Luo Chi was very serious when he was doing this, and there was a kind of almost pure and quiet concentration that was very different from when he was playing the guitar. .

Compared with these things that Luo Chi likes, Luo Chi actually doesn't like to talk that much—discovering this actually makes Mr. Ming, who is not good at talking, feel a little comforted for no reason.But at the same time, it is even more rare to feel a sense of urgency. After all, in the future, one of the two members of the family must be responsible for opening the mouth.

But Luo Chi just doesn't like talking very much, it's definitely not that he doesn't express himself.

What he is thinking, you can know by listening to the music he plays and seeing the pictures he draws.

Luo Chi adjusted the small piece of blue in the upper left corner of the painting, and continued to paint it in depth and depth until the blue seemed to extend completely and blend with the sky outside the canvas.

Ming Weiting was attracted by him, and even raised his hand to touch it, only to confirm that the piece of canvas did not suddenly dissolve and disappear strangely.

"Actually, it's not that difficult, it's just color-grading skills."

Luo Chi explained this, but still stared at him brightly: "Is it fierce?"

Ming Weiting just looked at him, with a smile in his eyes: "Excellent."

He found that the more he was with Luo Chi, the more this sudden, completely relaxed smile appeared. Ming Weiting raised his hand and touched his ear, and asked softly, "How can you be so powerful?"

Luo Chi's ears turned red from the praise, he took a deep breath to calm himself down, geared up and determined to give him a better one, and went to paint the golden sandy beach in the lower right corner.

Ming Weiting helped him adjust the height of his cuffs, took the palette, and poured water according to Luo Chi's instructions.

Luo Chi has been recovering from illness these days, and most of the clothes he wears are loose and comfortable home clothes.But in the past few days, he suddenly wanted to wear a shirt, so he took the initiative to pull Mr. Ying and Uncle Lu to take two photos.

Luo Chi poured some water and was using a brush to smudge the paint little by little.His eyelashes were drooping, the tips of which scooped up a little of the sun's rays, making them look as golden as the tip of his pen.

Ming Weiting asked someone to order a shirt according to his size, and it fit him very well, it was well cut and would not look skinny.

Luo Chi opened the neckline of his shirt slightly, and the cuffs rolled up to his elbows. He looked very good, and it was almost impossible to tell that he was sick.

The sun these days has not tanned him at all, but occasionally when the sun is too strong, his skin will be reddened.Not long after returning to the room, it will return to the original cold and white.

Luo Chi finally noticed his gaze, looked at his arm, immediately put down the paintbrush, and took the initiative to spread out Mr. Ren Yingying for a spot check: "I have applied the medicine, and the doctor said this time I won't get sunburned."

Ming Weiting wasn't thinking about this, but decided to present an award for such outstanding performance, and took out a candy and put it in Luo Chi's palm.

Luo Chi confirmed that it belonged to Juicing Tao, and his eyes immediately rolled up.

He didn't need help to eat the candy. He held the candy firmly with one hand, bit the package skillfully and tore it flexibly, and smoothly put the translucent pink candy inside into his mouth.

Ming Weiting took the wrapping paper and stroked his hair: "I only eat one flavor, won't it be boring?"

"No." Luo Chi sucked in the sugar, his voice was a little fuzzy, "I will eat other flavors. If I can choose, I still like peaches the most."

In fact, there are only a few tastes and things that he particularly likes. Most of his interests and hobbies are from answering questions in order to answer questions when he first debuted, and trying to get answers together.

When Aunt Ren wrote to Director Gong before, she joked while telling the story that it is not easy to raise a fire.

You just put him in a shelter from the elements, give him enough food and water to fill him up -- it doesn't really matter what it is, as long as it's edible -- and then give him the guitar.

All that is left is a piece of peach-flavored candy, a stack of white paper, and enough paint every day.When it's time to go to bed at night, talk to him so that he can hold something to fall asleep.

As long as it is raised in this way, the small flame can grow into a big flame, and finally become a particularly free fire, going where it wants to go.

……

Of course, Aunt Ren was not willing to just raise a little flame like this, so Luo Chi was actually very busy every day during the three years at Ren's house.

Too busy.Not only do they have to be dragged out of the room by the aunt to bask in the sun, but they are also dragged to study snacks without eggs and read psychology books together.

Luo Chi is often dragged out of the room accidentally.Sometimes it’s going to the playground to roll in the ocean ball, sometimes it’s various banquets and salons, and more often it’s the painting exhibitions and art exhibitions that I really want to see, the science exhibitions that I am particularly curious about, and the grassland where I am so looking forward to and can’t sleep music Festival.

In the past few days, Luo Chi has been telling Mr. Ying the details of these experiences in detail.

He told Ming Weiting about a grassland music festival.The morning dew washed the grass emerald green, and the wet moisture disappeared as soon as the sun came out.Everyone doesn't ask who the other is or what happened in the past, and the world seems briefly to be sun, wind, grass, and music.

At the end of the show, he and Aunt Ren were separated by the crowd. At that time, he was already a very calm and calm big flame. No matter how nervous he was, he just hid his sweat in his palms and tried his best to jump onto the stage that hadn't been taken away. .

Sure enough, Aunt Ren saw him at a glance, and rushed over to hug him tightly, her heart beating faster than his.

"You did a great job." Aunt Ren praised him vigorously, "In the future, if Huomiao can't find Auntie, he will go to a higher place."

"Go to a higher place, keep going higher, until everyone can see it."

Later on the hospital bed, Aunt Ren hugged him, and gently touched his forehead: "Auntie must be boasting to everyone that our flame is so good, so many people like it."

……

"Huomiao." Ming Weiting was always looking for the right moment, he watched Luo Chi concentrate on drawing those fine gravel, he pondered for a long time before raising his hand, and gently rubbing his hair.

Ming Weiting said in a low voice: "There are many people who like you."

Luo Chi paused for a moment, still slowly finished the last few strokes, and raised his gaze from the canvas.

He managed to make the canvas in the lower right corner disappear into the sand, put the brush aside, raised his head again, and looked at Mr. Shadow with a serious expression.

Ming Weiting knew that when he told him about this last time, Luo Chi just believed it without asking, but he didn't take it seriously.

Luo Chi fully actively cooperated with the treatment and psychological counseling, sprinted and ran forward with all efforts, without thinking about any unnecessary things, and without leaving any breathing time for himself to get better.

Luo Chi knew that he didn't have enough time.

Even Xun Zhen subconsciously ignored the risk-related part in the pre-operative notification-this part had no meaning for them to talk about.

Risks always exist, and all we can do is do our best.Now that everything that can be done has been done, the final part of the illusory "probability" can only be handed over to fate for adjudication.

Luo Chi's physical and mental state has been adjusted to the best, and the most authoritative and experienced clinician will be in charge of the operation. The operation plan has been discussed too many times, and the position of each knife has been simulated...

But it was a craniotomy after all, and possible dangers and accidents were still dormant every step of the way, no matter how well prepared they were, there was no way to completely erase them.

So Ming Weiting also knew what Luo Chi was doing these days.

Luo Chi absolutely believed in Mr. Shadow, absolutely believed in each of them, and Luo Chi happily made all the impatient preparations for his new life after surgery.

But just like the Luo Zhi who was sitting in the office writing his will back then, the most gentle and considerate nature still made Luo Chi try to do another thing at the same time.

Luo Chi knew that his operation was risky, and if an accident happened, Luo Chi absolutely did not want to leave them any regrets.

If an accident really happens, Luo Chi hopes that when Mr. Shadow thinks of himself, he will remember the happiest and happy flame.

So even if Luo Chi didn't take what he said seriously, he would never take the initiative to ask him.

"Don't be in such a hurry." Ming Weiting hugged his neck and said softly, "I promise, if there is an accident."

……

He said these words slowly, and found that Luo Chi's reaction was calmer than his.

Luo Chi put his hand on his arm, looked at him quietly, more focused than ever before, those eyes finally revealed a little bit of extra gentle worry.

It's like a painting that Luo Chi is painting.

Only the color has no shape, and no one can guess what he wants to paint for the time being.

But just looking at those soft and blending colors, it seems that he also heard those days when Luo Chi night was sitting on the terrace, hugging the guitar and playing to him slowly.

"If there is an accident." Ming Weiting said, "I will never chase stars, never go ashore again, nothing else will happen."

Luo Chi couldn't help laughing: "We still have to go to shore."

"There are many interesting things on the shore." Luo Chi held his arm, trying to seduce him, "There is a grass music festival."

Ming Weiting shook his head lightly: "No one can play the guitar better than you."

Although the context and the atmosphere were not suitable, Luo Chi couldn't help but feel flustered, secretly happy: "That's not true."

"There are many people who are better than me." Luo Chi felt that Mr. Ying probably hadn't heard much of other people playing the guitar, so he explained honestly and added, "But I'm also better, and I still have lucky fans."

Ming Weiting smiled and rubbed his hair: "You will still have many fans."

He knew that Luo Chi didn't want to talk about this - even a few days ago, he wouldn't take the initiative to talk about outside things with Luo Chi.

But Luo Chi was braver than him. Luo Chi jumped onto his boat and held his hand firmly. Luo Chi would be his captain for all the time they would experience in the future.

It doesn't matter what happens because there is always a boat waiting.

"I've thought about whether to tell you about it now, or wait until after the surgery."

Ming Weiting said: "It is safer after surgery. But it is you who needs this answer."

Luo Chi was slightly taken aback by his words.

Ming Weiting bent his fingers and lightly touched his eyelashes.

It is the current Luo Chi who wants to meet more people and play with many people.

Luo Chi surrounded by crowds at the bonfire party, Luo Chi on the stage under the spotlight, Luo Chi worked so hard to stand higher, and waited so expectantly for Aunt Ren to say to others, "Look how good our flames are." .

Luo Chi, who was finally able to say "Thank you Mr. Shadow for liking me" loudly, held him so tightly with trembling arms.

Of course they would go out to sea and see all the sights.But he still stubbornly retained his original opinion that the fire should not be confined to the ship, nor should it be bound into any boundaries.

This is the young master of the Ming family. If he likes to play with people, he should greet everyone without any burden. If he wants to go to the highest place, he should jump up with his guitar in his arms.

Aunt Ren will definitely praise him, she will praise him with the wind, she will praise him with the sun, she will praise him with every wave, let’s see how great our flame is.

"What you Uncle Tuolu did, your subordinates handled it very well, but they themselves were not very good."

Ming Weiting said, "There was a fight within your company."

When Luo Chi heard these words, he immediately showed worry and frowned silently.

"It's okay, no one's really hurt."

Ming Weiting stroked his hair, and said in a gentle voice, "It's just that those artists whose Weibo accounts are controlled... are very angry."

The situation was serious before, and several people were watched by the team almost 24 hours a day.It was because everyone believed that Mr. Luo had arrangements, that Mr. Luo was recuperating in the Ren family's hospital and couldn't do anything for the time being, so they were reluctantly appeased.

The news later confused everyone, and the intense confusion temporarily made the situation less out of control.Until Ming Lu hinted that they cheered up and dealt with the follow-up, and brought Luo Chi's words to them.

Now is not the time to tell the truth.

If there is an accident in the surgery—of course everyone will try their best to avoid it. The team under Xun Zhen is still refining and fine-tuning the details of the surgery plan.

But if fate is really cold-blooded to this point, this sudden ups and downs will only push those who really care about Luo Chi into the abyss of guilt and remorse.

Uncle Lu spoke in a cryptic manner, but the company's internal public relations were already quite professional and reliable. Fang Hang and the others also realized this immediately. The matter was handled very safely, and the subsequent public opinion turmoil did not affect any innocent people.

It's just that there was a fight in the company.

No rules.

Totally indecent, totally immature fight.

The artist and the team, the artist and the manager of the artist department, the first person who couldn't hold back was a young singer who had just grown up, and then the situation became more chaotic.

Huaisheng Entertainment was not a conventional film and television company in the first place, and Luo Chi did not use the company's rules to restrain anyone, so this unexpected group fight did not result in anyone being dealt with.

……

It was so outrageous that when Fang Hang limped to see Minglu, he asked him not to tell anyone.

Fang Hang is the manager of the artist department, and he was beaten the worst, but the suppressed depression on his body was much less than a few days ago.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head to suppress all his emotions, arranged his clothes solemnly, and said to Ming Lu, "No matter what..."

"……no matter what."

Ming Weiting said, "They want to tell you one thing."

Ming Weiting looked into Luo Chi's eyes: "From now on, people who like you will not suffer any harm because of liking you."

Luo Chi is so easy to be liked by others.

The fans who spoke for him were chased and ridiculed, and the artists who quarreled for him were overwhelmingly smeared and abused.

The old official blog was forcibly taken over by the board of directors. Before the inheritance left by Luo Chi was distributed, even the managers in the company who were responsible for Li Weiming were often squeezed out.

So Luo Chi kept retreating, retreating from the radiant guitarist to the backstage, and then continued to retreat from the background of the general manager of Huaisheng Entertainment, retreating into the shadow, not letting anyone touch him.

This matter should be settled here once and for all, and it should not be carried into a new world.

……

Luo Chi blinked slightly.

The frequency of his chest rising and falling was slightly faster than usual, his fingers unconsciously slowly tightened, and then loosened bit by bit.

It seemed quite difficult for him to understand this sentence.He lowered his gaze, recited this sentence many times back and forth, over and over again, until he finally began to slowly grasp the meaning inside.

"Representative of lucky fans."

Ming Weiting touched his eyes: "Do you want a hug?"

"...Yes." Luo Chi took a breath and blinked twice, "Mr. Shadow, I want to hug you."

Luo Chi bent his eyes and reached out to him: "I want to hug, my chest hurts."

He said this with a smile, Ming Weiting took him out of the beach chair and embraced him in his arms.Luo Chi lowered his head against him, breathing quickly, but no water vapor escaped.

Luo Chi hugged him tightly.

"Mr. Shadow." Luo Chi buried himself on his shoulder and whispered, "My painting is finished."

Mr. Shadow nodded: "Very nice."

Mr. Ying thought about it for a while: "What is the painting?"

Luo Chi couldn't help laughing, but just shook his head: "My letter is also finished."

Mr. Shadow asked: "Do you want to send it?"

"No, it's for me...we'll talk about it after the surgery."

Luo Chi took a breath and exhaled slowly: "If I forget to read the letter, you must remind me."

Mr. Shadow folded his arms: "Okay."

Luo Chi sighed: "What should I do?"

He noticed that Mr. Shadow drew a question mark on his palm, held that finger, and said downwards: "There are too many things I want to do, I want to get better soon, I am so reluctant, I really want to live... "

The arms behind his shoulders tightened tightly.

Ming Weiting supported Luo Chi's face, and let him lift his head lightly, there was no moisture between Luo Chi's eyelashes.

There was no mist or water color in those eyes, but the light was very bright, and they looked at him without evasiveness.

"Standard pre-operative anxiety, I'm nervous." Luo Chi puffed up his chest and head, and explained calmly, "Today is the seventh day."

Ming Weiting looked at him carefully for a while, then also sighed.

Luo Chi didn't understand, blinked his eyes, took his hand and drew a question mark.

"It's not cool to look like a lucky fan."

Ming Weiting stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him, lowered his head for the first time, and rested his forehead on Luo Chi Liangrun's neck: "I've been nervous for seven days."

Luo Chi's eyes widened in astonishment.

He froze for a few seconds, then laughed unceremoniously, imitating Mr. Shadow's movement, pressing his shoulders and rubbing his head involuntarily.

Ming Weiting was deliberately revenged by his vitality, and a little smile slowly appeared in his eyes: "Are you still nervous?"

"Nervous." Luo Chi nodded of course, "I'm nervous only if I want to live, and I'm nervous only if I want to live well."

Luo Chi said loudly: "This is called the desire to survive."

"In case of an accident during the operation, all emergency measures have been exhausted, and it depends on the patient's desire to survive."

When he took care of Aunt Ren, he read a lot of materials, and he was actually very knowledgeable: "Mr. Shadow must go ashore, and he must pursue stars until he is 93 years old."

Ming Weiting followed with a chuckle.

He raised his head and didn't speak, but his eyes were warmer, and after letting Luo Chi enjoy rubbing it, he hugged Luo Chi again into his arms.

According to the plan given by Xun Zhen, it is best to start hospitalization a few days before the operation.

In this way, Luo Chi can adapt to the environment of the hospital as soon as possible, and can also closely monitor Luo Chi's physical condition at any time, and make adjustments to possible emergencies at any time.

The only thing that needs to be considered is Luo Chi's subconscious instinctive resistance to the hospital - this resistance is not controlled by subjective consciousness.If Luo Chi's condition declines and the operation is affected, the loss outweighs the gain.

According to the previous plan, they originally planned to stay in Wanghai Villa until the operation.

"My affairs have been dealt with." Luo Chi held Mr. Shadow's hand, "Take me to the hospital."

Ming Weiting supported Luo Chi's neck and lowered his head.

He looked into those eyes carefully, and after confirming that there was no discomfort or reluctance in them, he closed his hand back.

"My head doesn't hurt anymore, but my chest still hurts."

Luo Chi knew what he was checking, and suddenly became playful, and said solemnly: "Today's words are too emotionally stimulating."

Seeing the bright smile in his eyes, Ming Weiting knew that Luo Chi was not serious, but he still pressed his hand on his chest: "So serious?"

In fact, the pain was gone long ago, and it was even hot and warm, but Luo Chi nodded of course: "It's so serious."

"What should I do?" Ming Weiting imitated him before and knocked on Luo Chi's chest, "Don't hurt anymore."

Luo Chi often reflects these days, and feels that Mr. Shadow must be [-]% responsible for becoming childish, so he couldn't help coughing from laughter: "Okay, I heard it, it said——"

Halfway through the speech, Luo Chi met Ming Weiting's gaze, but was suddenly stunned unconsciously.

……

Mister Shadow rarely saw him that way.

Ming Weiting's gaze quietly fell into his eyes.He was hugged and sat up, and his hair was stroked and rubbed gently... The rest of these movements are very familiar.

Ming Weiting put one hand behind his head, gently pressed against his forehead, and asked in a low voice: "What did it say?"

Luo Chi opened his mouth, and for some reason, his voice suddenly became softer: "...Say, there is a little jump."

More than a little jump, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Fortunately, his blood pressure has always been very low, and he doesn't get a headache when he is excited.But after the operation, you must start to take care of your body, and you can't let your blood pressure be so low. I heard from Uncle Lu that low blood pressure will make you prone to seasickness...

The messy thoughts suddenly stopped at a certain moment.

Ming Weiting lowered his head and pressed his palm on his left chest, the warmth penetrated through the material of his shirt, and his heartbeat came out from inside.

"I am very grateful to it." Ming Weiting said, "Last time it only stopped for a short time before jumping up again."

Luo Chi spoke for his own heart without hesitation: "This time I won't stop."

Ming Weiting smiled, raised his head, and looked at Luo Chi seriously for a long time, until Luo Chi couldn't help but want to reach out and touch his eyes.

… On a cruise ship, there is a fairly traditional standard of etiquette.When people greet each other, they kiss their hands.

It first represented sincere greetings and thanks, as well as sincere blessings and respect. Later, this etiquette gradually became popular and common, so common that it hardly had any more meanings and characteristics.

Ming Weiting held Luo Chi's hand, he solemnly greeted and thanked Luo Chi's heart, thanked it for bringing Luo Chi back from the water, and thanked it for sticking with Luo Chi for so long.

There will be no more pain in the future, and there will be many happy things that can fill my entire chest, so I must be very strong in the future.They will go to raise a little conch together.

Then Ming Weiting lowered his head, moved his hands away, and kissed his heart beating warmly under his chest.