They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Ming Lu didn't speak immediately.

He squatted halfway beside the bed, carefully confirmed the stable data on the instruments, and then turned his head to look at the door of the compartment.

The young man who recited these words leaned on the hospital bed, and he seemed a little surprised, but in just a moment, he turned into a serious expression of thought.

Ming Lu made a gesture in his line of sight to help him recover from his thoughts.

"You just had brain surgery." Ming Lu tapped on his forehead, reminding him in a gentle voice, "Don't rush to use your brain, you will get a headache."

Those eyes blinked, then bent: "It's okay."

"It's okay." Ming Chi smiled, his voice was a little soft, "I'm not using my brain."

There is a part of the content stored in the memory, and it does not require brains to mobilize them—even if you have just had an operation, because of the impact of the operation, you are temporarily in an absolutely blank space, and there are many things that you don’t need to use your brain. can remember.

Because they are inherently common sense questions.

Even if a person completely loses his memory due to an accident, as long as the most basic part of self-awareness is still there, it is difficult to forget to drink water when thirsty and eat when hungry.

You put him on the bed, cover him with the quilt, and he will sleep naturally when he is sleepy.

Ming Chi slowly explained his situation clearly, looked around, and gave an example: "For example."

For example, he only had a naming disorder temporarily, but as long as he reminded the name of the item, he could immediately recall a lot of the simplest common sense.

For example, hangers are used to hang clothes, and conch and shells can be made into handicrafts.For example, a pencil can draw and a guitar can be played.

For example, sugar is sweet, and he also remembered the word "peach".Besides the peach-flavored candy, he quickly remembered that there was a second-best toffee.

For example, how to use a computer, as long as you press the power button, the screen will light up, and as long as you type the keyboard, words will pop up on the screen.

……for example.

He went on to say: "For example, the coat. As long as you see the coat, you can wait for Mr. Shadow to come back."

The speech is over.

Ming Chi, who finished the explanation, propped up his arms and slowly sat upright on the head of the bed, with his shoulders straightened and his eyes even more curved.

Seeing his air, Ming Lu couldn't help but reward Ming Chi with another piece of candy: "The last one is also common sense?"

"It's common sense." Ming Chi is sure, this one is no different from the others.It’s like drinking water when you’re thirsty, and eating when you’re hungry. He remembers it well, “Don’t run around.”

"When you see a coat, don't run around." He recited it smoothly, "Don't go anywhere, just wait where you are."

Ming Chi said: "Wait, Mr. Shadow will come back."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a light knock on the door of the compartment.

Ming Lu finally let out a sigh, suppressed his smile unhurriedly, and went to classmate Ming Chi for an answer: "What's behind the screen?"

Ming Chi can still recognize this kind of thing, and he immediately answered: "It's a door."

Ming Lu asked: "There is a knock on the door, do you want to open it?"

Ming Lu helped him hold grudges: "It's too much, I haven't been here for so long, and I'm only coming back now."

The young master of the Ming family has always reacted the fastest. He just couldn't think of anything temporarily, but his thinking logic was quite smooth, and he immediately caught up with the smile in Uncle Lu's eyes: "That's too much?"

"Yes." Ming Lu nodded, serious, "Do you want him to wait outside the door for a hundred counts?"

Ming Chi's eyes lit up, he tried his best to move his fingers, practiced bit by bit to grasp them slowly.

He looked at his hands, took a deep breath, and then exhaled gently.

He actually knew that Uncle Lu wanted to give him a buffer time - after all, the unhealed bleeding spots in the brain would be dangerous as long as the blood pressure changes caused by mood swings, and he would not specifically distinguish between happiness and sadness.

But it's okay.

"Uncle Lu." Ming Chi whispered super softly, interceding for the person behind the door, "Can't we wait?"

Ming Lu was a little surprised, and looked at his expression carefully: "Is it okay if you don't wait?"

Ming Chi's ears turned red: "It's fine if you don't wait."

Ming Lu still stayed by the bed, bent down to meet his gaze, then raised his hand and tapped his forehead to signal: "If you feel any discomfort here, don't bear it, tell me right away."

It’s not that Ming Lu is too cautious about this matter, it’s because he has a lot of criminal records: “When recuperating, some people wanted my husband to sleep a little longer, so they came to me for painkillers on their own, and almost passed out in a wheelchair gone."

It wasn't even close - the chief manager of the Ming family had never seen any scene, and he was still quite frightened that day.

The young man curled up in the wheelchair passed out probably halfway, and was picked up by Ming Lu in the corridor. He patted his shoulder for a long time before finally waking up. , I have a headache."

After that, Ming Lu put painkillers in every pocket of his clothes, and was more careful not to let him leave alone at any time.

When recovering from illness, you must ensure that you feel absolutely comfortable, not to mention that no one is willing to waste a little more time, so everyone tacitly never turns over old scores, and never discusses any uncomfortable things.

Now that the operation is finally successful and everything can start again, the young master of the Ming family should also adjust some habits a little bit.

Ming Chi was startled slightly, and slowly blinked his eyes.

Of course he didn't remember, but it must have been his own fault.

After all, it sounded very credible. According to his current exploration and understanding of himself, it looked very much like something he could do.

"Some people are so outrageous." Ming Chi immediately criticized himself, "I just want to make people worry about me by being brave."

His critical attitude was a little too firm, but Ming Lu couldn't help explaining to some people: "It's not that shameful, it's because I care or not."

Ming Chi has already made up his mind: "To change."

"It needs to be changed." Ming Lu was finally relieved, smiled, and said to him in a gentle voice, "Wait a minute, Uncle Lu is going to open the door."

Ming Chi wrote down the first habit to correct.Hearing these words suddenly, he quickly withdrew his mind, his eyes lit up, and his gaze followed Uncle Lu.

. . . this is a very happy thing.

So happy that even if he doesn't remember, even if he can't remember anything, his instinct is still jumping and looking forward to it.

But he will not control his emotions badly, because this is common sense.

A person will be in a good mood just because he sees the sun, he will feel quiet and comfortable because he sees the rain, and he will feel open and bright because he chased the wind all the way to the seaside...but he will not be excited to have any accidents because of these.

Because these are all common sense, and common sense is what is sure to happen.

The sun will definitely come out, and the weather will definitely be sunny or rainy. If you follow the wind, you will be able to reach the beach sooner or later.

So Mr. Shadow will definitely come back sooner or later.

……

There was the sound of the door opening, and the two figures behind the screen were talking in a low voice, probably discussing his physical condition.

The young master of the Ming family persuaded Uncle Lu with reason and evidence, but after impulsively knocking on the door, the always cautious gentleman regained his senses and calmly asked Uncle Lu about the specific situation.

The recovered hearing no longer felt like being on the other side of the water... It was even the first time he really heard that voice clearly.It was almost exactly the same as he had imagined, but probably because he didn't have a good rest, he had to be a little dumber.

An unusually soft husky with a touch of unconscious fatigue.It's like waking up from an uneasy short sleep, but it also seems to be able to bring people into a dream.

Ming Chi lowered his eyes and looked at his right hand.

It took him 10 minutes to clench his right hand into a fist. That hand seemed inconvenient for a long time, and he didn't hold it as he wanted, but strength was slowly growing from his body.

Uncle Lu said that he was sick and had brain surgery.He was awake in the intensive care unit, and he could clearly perceive his physical condition, and he could basically guess what happened to him.

He guessed that he must have been very worrying before, but now that he is cured and his body is getting better, of course this must be changed-but the original intention of what Uncle Lu said is very necessary to maintain, it is necessary to continue Promoted.

Now you can set Ming Chi's first small goal after waking up.

Make sure Mr. Shadow gets a good night's sleep.

Ming Chi pursed the corners of his mouth, leaned on the bed, and listened intently to the intermittent whispered conversation.

He looked at the blurry shadow behind the screen very carefully for a while, but he stopped worrying, completely relaxed his body, and closed his eyes steadily.

Although there is almost no strength at all, and he will inevitably feel uncomfortable after the operation, but his condition is actually very good.My head doesn't hurt at all, and my consciousness is quickly regaining consciousness.

To recover from the blank daze just now, he needed a shorter time than the doctor estimated.

After chatting with Uncle Lu for a while, a lot of information that was originally scattered and floating was reactivated and connected. In less than an hour, there has been progress.

As long as you close your eyes, there are quite a few vivid scenes that jump out.

Although these scenes seem to be separated by many years, and he even has to stand on tiptoes and jump up to be as high as he thinks, but every scene is completely awesome.

He was hugged all over, rubbed dizzy, held up and turned around.

He was held tightly by the warmest hands, and he heard the most cheerful and bright voice calling him "Huomiao" with a smile.

"Auntie." Ming Chi followed his slightly older self, whispering in his heart, "Auntie."

He couldn't remember the facts of recent years, and he didn't know what happened afterwards—but perhaps because of this, he took the opportunity to become more courageous.

Relying on not remembering anything, he gave himself about [-] million courage in his heart, and finally added the title that he had to swallow carefully every time when he was a child: "Mom."

...God.

Why are you so happy.

Ming Chi controlled the breathing rate, inhaled lightly, and then exhaled bit by bit.

He found that even this was common sense. Before the operation, he was telling him over and over again, "You and auntie are a family."

How could he be so powerful before the operation.so brave.

He is indeed too strict in self-criticism. Although sometimes he is a little outrageous, but most of the time he is very reasonable, very good, and very worthy of praise.

Ming Chi sorted out those scenes and kept each one of them extra carefully.

He didn't see his aunt after waking up, but these scenes had given him the answer.

He still remembers that he was clutching the sickness notice in the hospital, ran up and down anxiously, and consulted everyone who could ask about his illness.

He remembered that time, the overwhelming fear that it was almost like something was going to tear him apart.In the end, because the location of the lesion was too dangerous, on the day he finally decided to give up the operation, he sneaked to the mountain where his aunt took him to climb, went to the temple to pray for gods and Buddhas in the sky, and gave his life to his aunt. no more.

……

But he also remembered how he was pinched by his aunt who came up on the tour bus, crying in a dazed way, and went home with a big box of vegetarian snacks.

He was dragged to the sofa by his aunt, and the two of them watched TV while eating snacks, and watched the entire time-travel TV series.

After reading it, my aunt interrogated him very seriously: "Have you remembered everything?"

He didn't know what to remember, and he was so nervous that he couldn't speak or move.

"Auntie's illness was discovered too late. Even if she has an operation, she can only lie in bed for a few more months, unable to eat delicious food, and unable to go where she wants to play."

Auntie held his shoulder very solemnly, as if she had an invincible and important task for him: "Flame."

He sat up more nervously than before.

"You have to grow up first, and grow up safely." Auntie stared at him seriously, "When you finish your life, you will follow this method." Tell my aunt years ago, don't waste time and go for a physical examination."

He even begged all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and in those few seconds, he almost believed in this method.

He couldn't even help thinking that it was too long to live forever, in case the aunt couldn't wait, the aunt liked to play around so much.

"It can't be ahead of time, because you have to work hard to grow up first, to become a particularly powerful adult."

Auntie seemed to know what he was thinking, and scratched the bridge of his nose on purpose: "Now that this little crying bag is worn back, will Auntie believe what I say?"

He himself felt that he didn't live up to it at all, so he hurriedly wiped away his tears and shook his head vigorously.

"You have to live a long, long life first. You have to grow up first, become very calm, calm, and well-informed. After wearing it back, you can open your mouth casually and say something that can scare your aunt. thing."

Auntie knew that he didn't watch the TV series carefully: "You have to become very good at coaxing and caring for people. In this way, when Auntie is forced to have an operation by you, you can take good care of Auntie."

"Now I'm taking care of him very well." Auntie rubbed his head vigorously again, and added, "It would be even better if I didn't sneak out to climb the mountain and throw myself into a disgraced little squirrel."

He listened intently, almost couldn't help but began to look forward to that future, and laughed out of his sobs again: "I'm not a little squirrel, I'm a captain."

"I will be the captain, and then I will wear it back, so that my aunt will go to the doctor quickly and have an operation as soon as possible." He recited word by word, "I will take care of my aunt."

The aunt immediately widened her eyes: "It's so cool to be the captain!"

His ears were red and hot, and he followed suit in a low voice: "It's so cool!"

My aunt was so amused by him that she smiled, pinched his ears, held his face up, and gently wiped off the water marks with her palms.

Auntie looked into his eyes and told him seriously: "The sea is free and lonely, so you have to ask more. You can't do it alone."

"You have to find another person you like. Both of you come to see me. Only then can I completely believe that you are Huo Miao."

Auntie is completely unreasonable: "Otherwise you will be a little squirrel, and Auntie will catch you back to feed you snacks every day."

Suddenly a piece of pine nut snack was stuffed into his mouth, and his aunt went to a ticklish place, curled up in his aunt's arms with a smile and couldn't breathe...

……

Although he didn't know what happened in the future after that, the freshness of this scene should be a memory that he never dared to touch.

Ming Chi slowly touched the scar on his arm, it seemed to be bitten out, probably something very, very sad happened after that.

He was so sad that he didn't dare to touch any happiness in the past.Because those happy things have turned into the sharpest thin blades, with just a little thought, he can cut every inch of his flesh and blood, and then soak in the coldest sea water.

He obviously remembers clearly that he was sitting on the beach in the arms of his aunt, leaning on the reef and shouting slogans very childishly in front of the sunrise.

The aunt shouted loudly: "I'm afraid I won't be without my aunt in the future!"

He shouted: "Don't be afraid!"

The aunt shouted again: "How can a person grow up in the future!"

He shouted to the sea breeze at the top of his voice: "Grow up safely! Become cool and powerful, go back and pick up Auntie!"

The more the aunt listened, the happier she was. She hugged him and shook her, shouting word by word: "Take! Take! Who! Go back! Go!"

He was so shaken that he couldn't stop laughing, tears were falling down, but the corners of his mouth were raised, and he also shouted: "Happy! Happy! Dear! People!"

……so close.

How dangerous, he hid these things so carefully and secretly that even he almost forgot about them.

If you forget all of these, even if you really have a way to time travel back and turn back to your ten-year-old self, your aunt may not be dragged by him inexplicably to see a doctor for a physical examination and surgery.

If you forget everything, even if you really go back to the past, my aunt will definitely feel sad when she sees him.

He never made his aunt sad.

Ming Chi took a deep breath slowly, and let it out bit by bit, he quietly pressed back the moisture in his eyes, but he didn't control the corners of his mouth.

He was answering the questions his aunt left him one by one, and now he answered the person he likes—what kind of person would he like?

That would be extremely demanding.

……

No matter what, I must be able to build a pavilion out of shells.

Thinking of this extremely strict standard, Ming Chi couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth even higher.

He slowly sorted out the questions and answers between himself and Uncle Lu.

He would draw a sketch on a sticky note with a pencil—it should be a portrait.For other content, he prefers to use paint. He likes bright and beautiful colors, and usually doesn't use pencils to draw landscapes and still lifes.

But drawing portraits with pencils has more feeling, because every detail can be traced bit by bit by the tip of the pen on the paper.Because tracing the details becomes joyful, even the monotonous rustling sound of rubbing against the paper becomes pleasant.

What are those sketches like?His hand should still remember.

He still doesn't deliberately use his brain, but just mobilizes the information stored in other senses.It's like unwrapping the most anticipated and cherished gift, so even the process of removing the wrapping paper layer by layer is enjoyable.

Ming Chi closed his eyes, moved his left hand, trying to draw those lines intuitively.

He found that he had very strict requirements for the type of person he liked, and even had very clear standards for clothing, body shape, and voice. Looking for a friend is to post a portrait directly as a missing person notice.

Ming Chi concentrated on drawing his missing persons notice, he almost didn't need to think carefully to outline those outlines.He traced to the last part of the eyes, and then his fingers suddenly touched a soft warmth.

Ming Chi blinked his eyes lightly, then opened them.

... Auntie.

The missing person notice has become fine.

Ming Chi looked at the person in front of him, he couldn't control the soft and warm smile from his chest at all.In fact, his left hand didn't have much strength to lift it up, it just left the hospital bed a little bit, and was held by the other hand.

Cheng Jing's missing person notice was sitting by the hospital bed for an indefinitely long time.Those eyes were dark and deep, looking at him with unusual concentration.

He sees himself in the other's eyes.

Ming Chi originally planned to make a joke, but at this moment he couldn't think of anything, all he could think of was a name - of course he could figure out who the other party was, why couldn't he figure out who the person in front of him was.

His mouth, his hands, and his eyes all remember this person, which is his reserve of common sense.

"Shadow." Ming Chi said softly, "Mr. Shadow."

Ming Weiting looked at him very seriously, his eyes seemed to be slightly disturbed by something, and suddenly there was a gentle smile, and those smiles were covered by the drooping eyelashes in the blink of an eye.

Ming Chi saw that he couldn't hide his tiredness, and frowned slightly in disapproval.

Ming Weiting just blinked his eyes, then opened them again to look at him, this time with a clearer smile, Mr. Shadow called him softly: "Huomiao."

Ming Chi responded quickly, and moved the hand held by him, holding his fingers.

"My name is Ming Weiting." Ming Weiting didn't have to ask himself, his voice was very slow, "I'm chasing stars, I'm your fan. I'm learning how to make wheat bread. If there is a chance in the future, I hope to invite you to the wheat field."

Ming Chi remembers the story his aunt told him, and when he heard this sentence, he reacted almost immediately: "I told you the story of the fox."

Ming Weiting didn't hide anything, and nodded lightly: "What kind of stuffing do you want to eat with wheat bread?"

Ming Chi was really hungry, and the nutrient solution could not be eaten as a meal. When he heard these four words, there was almost the aroma of new wheat in his mouth: "Pine nuts."

Ming Weiting saw that he was in such good spirits, his expression became more relaxed, and the smile in his eyes deepened: "Too bad."

Ming Chi is curious: "What's wrong?"

Ming Weiting knew that he no longer remembered these conversations, but even the smallest problem was fine—it didn't matter at all, he was sitting here, still holding this hand as before.The sunlight falls between them through the window, he can see that Ming Chi really doesn't have a headache at all now.

...Ming Weiting thought, he also started to like sunny days.

"Too bad." Ming Weiting nodded.

"I just didn't know how to make bread." He sighed softly, "I'm fine now, and I don't know how to peel pine nuts."

Ming Chi opened his eyes wide.

He had seen Mr. Shadow's aura just now, but he couldn't imagine that the other party would actually joke like this.I just heard the other party say that, and it didn't violate the peace, as if it should have been like this all along.

Ming Chi knows how to make bread and peel pine nuts, he suddenly has a strong sense of responsibility, and sits up confidently with his arms propped up: "It doesn't matter, follow me."

"Okay." Ming Weiting responded, "It will take a long time to teach."

He has never been good at these things, and even the handicraft shell pavilion, in fact, mostly depends on the help of the idol who is obsessed with rehabilitation, so that it does not deviate too much from the original shape.

Of course Ming Chi doesn't mind: "It will be a long time."

"Is there an oven where you live?" Ming Chi started to plan now, thinking carefully, "It's better to be safe. If it's a poor quality oven, it's easy for a novice to operate it."

Ming Weiting shook his head lightly.

Ming Chi was stunned: "No?"

"Yes." Ming Weiting said, "The quality is poor and it will blow up."

Manager Ming not far away couldn't help coughing, suppressed his laugh, and turned to concentrate on studying the potted flowers on the windowsill.

Seeing Uncle Lu's reaction, Ming Chi already guessed the general idea.He tried his best to maintain his expression and pretended not to notice, and sighed worriedly: "What should I do?"

Ming Weiting held his hand and asked, "What should I do?"

Ming Chi realizes that he actually likes being taught to speak by Mr. Shadow.What he said was slowly repeated word by word by the other party, with different voices and different tones, but there was always a response that made his chest warm.

"Wait until I'm discharged from the hospital." Ming Chi's ears were a little red, "I'm going home to recover, learn to walk, and re-train my right hand... The quality of my oven is very good."

He added in a low voice: "When I was learning to bake, I blew up my oven several times, but it didn't break."

Having already said this, he simply struck while the iron was hot, and asked all in one breath: "Will Mister Shadow come to my house as a guest?"

"Okay." Ming Weiting looked at him, with a smile in his eyes again, "I'm a lucky fan."

Ming Chi thought carefully for a while, but didn't speak.

The development this time is different from before, Ming Weiting was a little curious, raised his hand and knocked on the door twice in front of his eyes: "I am not?"

... yes and no.

Lucky fans are lucky fans, others are others.

"If I were." Ming Chi said softly, as if he was steaming a bit, "If I meet a fox, I will be friends with him."

Ming Weiting was slightly startled, then got up from the chair and squatted down beside the bed.

From this angle, you can look at the eyes from the bottom up, make the mouth shape of the speech visible, and judge the emotion in the eyes.

Ming Weiting often did this when he was recuperating with him, Ming Chi still feels used to it now, and doesn't avoid it, and slowly holds the hand that is holding him.

Ming Chi paused for a while, and then sighed sadly: "There are people who don't remember who the other party is or what happened, and when they open their eyes, they want to invite them home to be friends."

Ming Weiting stared at him, then suddenly smiled: "Who is it?"

Ming Chi exerted a bit of force, took his hand and pulled it up, hating iron for being weak: "Who is it?"

He wanted to pull that hand to poke his chest, but he was gently pulled by the other side halfway, and walked in an unplanned direction.

Ming Weiting held his hand and lowered his head.

His hand was held by Mr. Shadow, and Mr. Shadow bent his shoulders, allowing his fingers to touch his eyes lightly.

"It's me." Ming Weiting admitted softly, "Huomiao, I just slept for a few hours, and I wanted to go home with you as soon as I opened my eyes."

"I want to roll in the rye with you."

Ming Weiting looked at him: "I really want to be your friend."