They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Wanghai Villa waited for its little master again.

The journey home from the hospital wasn't too long, but it wasn't too short either.Leave the hustle and bustle of the urban area and walk for ten minutes on the wide coastal road.

Ming Lu had already asked the driver to drive as smoothly as possible, and specially chose a time when there would be no traffic jams.But Ming Chi's body has just recovered after all, and the windows cannot be opened on the road, so it is still inevitable that he will feel motion sickness.

The car drove all the way into the villa, slowed down according to Ming Lu's instructions, and stopped slowly at the entrance of the main house.

Ming Lu got out of the car, asked the driver to open the window fully, quickly walked around to the side and opened the door, and leaned over to check: "Sir, how is it?"

Ming Chi rested on Mr. Shadow's hand, and without waiting for Mr. Ying's answer, he closed his eyes and raised his hand: "Dizzy land."

Ming Chi opened his eyes while talking, although his face was faintly pale due to the dizziness along the way, but he was still energetic and his eyes were still clear.

"That's troublesome." Ming Lu heaved a sigh of relief, turned around with a smile, and protected the top of the car door with one hand, "There should be at least one person at home who is responsible for not getting dizzy when you are on the shore, right?"

Ming Weiting accompanied him all the way, knowing Ming Chi's condition was okay, he was not nervous: "What should I do?"

He slowly exerted force on his hands, and supported Ming Chi to sit up.

"I'll do it." Full of confidence, Ming Chi patted his right leg, "Small problem."

Ming Chi propped up the seat and sat upright, and when the control of his body was completely stabilized, he held his cane and got out of the car door to stand on the ground little by little without help.

The car drove very steadily and stopped under the shade of a tree.Ming Chi thanked the driver, walked slowly to the tree under the cane, and stood upright in the cool breeze.

Life in the hospital is also very good, but after all, you always have to be stuffy in the building, and the smell of disinfectant and medicine is indispensable.Ming Chi closed his eyes, couldn't help but took a deep breath of the fresh sea air, and then exhaled slowly.

Ming Chi is also very good at driving, in fact, he won't get dizzy even in a car or boat.He knew that it was still affected by his physical condition, so he was not in a hurry, waiting for the dizziness and discomfort along the way to be taken away by the sea breeze.

When you close your eyes, your hearing becomes more sensitive to your surroundings.

After the operation, Ming Chi's hearing on the right side recovered, and Xun Zhen took this opportunity to have his left ear checked again and a new hearing aid was installed.

Ming Chi couldn't hear clearly in his left ear. Apart from the hearing loss caused by the original trauma, it was actually more caused by tinnitus.These days, I have enough rest and sleep, my body is in good condition, and I feel relaxed and happy. The tinnitus has been reduced by more than half.

With the cooperation of the two, with the assistance of hearing aids, his hearing has almost returned to normal levels.

That's why Ming Chi stood under the tree, only to realize that the world is more lively than he thought - it seems like he hasn't heard so many voices for a long time.

The wind is blowing, the leaves are ringing, and the cicadas are making loud noises.

The waves rise and fall one after another, and there is the sound of the siren of the cargo ship setting sail in the harbor. At exactly the hour, the clock tower rings for a long time.

Ming Chi wanted to play the guitar again.

He opened his eyes, just in time to meet Mr. Shadow's sight, and walked slowly by himself: "What are you looking at?"

"This outfit is well chosen." Mr. Shadow commented objectively, "It's suitable for playing the guitar."

Ming Chi blinked, laughing almost bursting from his chest.

He really likes the moment when it's completely casual and just happens to be able to think of going together, but let's be honest: "Playing the guitar requires a hoodie or a T-shirt, and they also have leather jackets."

Ming Chi has never done that kind of dress up.He remembered that he grew up with his aunt. Although he was dragged out and tried all kinds of exciting things, he was still traditional in his bones, and his aunt always lamented that he was too obedient while rubbing him.

Ming Chi tried hard to accept the scene for a long time, but still couldn't help laughing, reminding some lucky fans that they failed the make-up class: "Why would someone wear a windbreaker and play the guitar."

The lucky fan wrote down this new knowledge and took the initiative to reflect: "Next time, change the sentence."

Ming Chi was a little curious: "What?"

"My back is messed up, this sentence is inappropriate." Ming Weiting sighed softly, and answered his question again, "I'm looking at you."

"You stand here, I watch you. Just like this, you can have a good day."

Ming Weiting said: "Next time I want to tell you about this, remember to change the sentence."

Ming Chi walked in front of him, and when he stopped, he just heard the answer, opened his mouth, and his ears turned red quickly.

... It seems that there is no need to change a sentence.

Mr. Shadow just said that directly, and his mind was full of these words.

There seems to be nothing wrong with playing the guitar in a trench coat.

The windbreaker is cool and steady, and the guitar is cool and handsome.

Why can't someone play the guitar in a trench coat, he can, he can be cool, calm and handsome.

Ming Chi can't stop the thoughts that pop up in his head at all—he sometimes even thinks that there are large gaps in his memory, and the value of brain capacity may be fixed, so these gaps will be quickly filled with new ones. Content.

He himself tried to sort out the rest of the memory, as Dean Xun said, the time series effect is very obvious.He remembers everything that happened ten years ago, but he has almost no memory of what happened and who he met in the past ten years.

In ten years, even if you live a day-to-day account like an ordinary journal, the memory content produced should have a considerable scale.

So many places have been completely emptied into blank spaces waiting to be written.

He can use so many places to pretend to be happy, to pretend every corner of the sea-watching villa, to pretend to be beautiful scenery and the boat that is going to go out together, to pretend to be Uncle Lu and all the people who greeted him with a smile...

...he could use so much space for Mr. Shadow.

Ming Weiting stood in front of him.Looking at him thoughtfully for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up, he took the cane from Ming Chi's hand, and put his own hand in: "What are you thinking about?"

"Think about something lucky." Ming Chi did the calculations back and forth for a long time, then said in a low voice, "I'm so lucky."

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he immediately shared this incident with the person involved: "Mr. Shadow, I have so many blanks in my mind, and I can use them all to pretend to be you."

This time it was Ming Weiting's turn and did not answer right away.

Ming Chi decided to divide the blank area into a "Mr. Shadow area" first. He concentrated on the things in his mind, and after a while he realized that Ming Weiting didn't say anything: "Mr. Shadow?"

The two were very close, Ming Weiting was still looking down at him.

Ming Chi, who was wearing a shirt, a windbreaker, and a fedora—this attire, together with a cane, had an aura that didn't look like a patient who was still recuperating.

Ming Chi's body has recovered a bit, and his strength is sufficient, his shoulders and back are straight no matter standing or sitting.He stood under the shade of a tree by the sea, and the golden sunlight leaked from the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled all over his body

That decade was erased, and he had the honor of being invited into the void of blazing life.

……

"You're so lucky."

Ming Weiting finally found the same words to describe his mood in a very detailed and accurate manner.

He raised his hand, touched Ming Chi's ear, and asked softly, "How could you be so lucky?"

Ming Chi's thoughts were still on the topic just now, and he immediately became enthusiastic: "Right?"

Ming Weiting nodded with a smile, he held Ming Chi's hand, and asked Ming Chi to transfer the weight of his body to his right leg without worry.Ming Chi took him by the hand, and they walked out of the shade together.

Uncle Lu was already waiting at the door, arms folded, waiting for the two with a smile.

Ming Chi took advantage of Ming Weiting's hand to steadily walk up the stairs.He stood firmly at the door, touched the door that had obvious signs of renovation, but was almost the same as in memory, and took the stick back from Mr. Shadow's hand.

Ming Chi pressed his hand to the door, and he pressed his forehead against it lightly, and greeted the door softly: "I'm back."

Under the unfamiliar new paint, the door that he had pushed open countless times shook, making the most familiar light sound.

"Mr. Shadow, Uncle Lu." Ming Chi pushed the door open with force, "Welcome home."

……

During the period of recuperation in Wanghai Villa, it was as comfortable as a vacation.

The memory that Ming Chi can retrieve is as of ten years ago, when he was still living in Wanghai, the past and present are almost seamlessly connected, and his understanding of this place is more detailed than Minglu and Mingweiting.

Some lucky fans want to learn how to make pine nut-stuffed bread the first thing they do when they get home.Ming Chi smiled and agreed, found a nearby map, and marked several rather inconspicuous small markets, where the freshest pine nuts can be bought.

Winter wheat happens to mature in this season and can be harvested in farm yards.The freshly harvested wheat has a special aroma, and the aroma will not change when it is ground with a stone mill.

Learning to make bread and shrimp dumplings is quite a huge project, especially not to waste food, so I can only learn a little bit every day, and spend the rest of the time being well entertained by the owner of the villa.

Even Ming Lu, who personally oversaw the renovation of Wanghai Villa, didn't know that there were so many ways in it.

On the seventh day of recuperation, the time of evening tide finally pushed to after sunset, and Ming Chi took them to a rather shallow cove.

The water here is so shallow that at low tide there are only rocky beaches, pale and dry by the sun, and the scattered shells are also dull and ordinary-but once the sea water rises, everything becomes different.

They were led by Ming Chi, found a large flat stone and sat down, waiting until the moon slowly climbed to the mid-heaven.

Stones of different sizes were embraced by the rising tide, and the color of those stone surfaces wetted by the sea water became darker, and under the bright moonlight, patterns gradually began to appear.

That is a pattern that looks very moving in the water-even if you have not received any art-related training, it is not difficult to detect and admit it when you see the water surface shimmering with moonlight.

The stones have been scoured by the sea for many years, and different textures and structures have been peeled off layer by layer. Some are ocher red, and some appear dark blue under the moonlight.The shells are dotted among them, and each piece is no longer dim, but exudes a pearl-like moist light.

"I found this place for the first time. I was super excited. I picked up all the stones and shells and showed them to my aunt."

Ming Chi said: "But when they come out of the water and leave this place, they have no color."

Ming Chi thought for a while, and then said: "For about a while, I wondered if they were bound here."

He remembered that he should have thought about this problem—he thought of many ways during that time.

He tried to bring a lot of seawater back from here, soaking all the stones he picked up, but there was still no way to replicate the scenery here.

Ming Lu sat not far away and looked up.

Ming Weiting put down the stone in his hand, looked at Ming Chi: "What's the answer?"

Ming Chi laughed and shook his head solemnly: "No."

"If you really treat it as a stone, you won't think so. It's not necessary for a stone to look good."

Ming Chi said: "If I were a stone, I would feel very happy every day. The sun here is not strong, so I can get warm in the daytime and cool in the water at night. I can still stay with so many stones." Together, maybe they chat every day."

Ming Weiting asked: "So you often come here to play guitar for them?"

Ming Chi stared at him with wide eyes, and before he could ask, Ming Weiting had already smiled: "Guess." He said, "This time I guessed right."

The stone that Ming Chi took him to sit on was flat, with a back to lean on, and a place in front that was just right for stepping on.

The fire of ten years ago will not only burn hot and bright on the beach.It will also shine gently in this kind of place that no one finds, in the moonlight embraced by the tide, and play guitar for a group of stones who can't run around.

"If I were a stone," Ming Weiting said, "I would count other stones to pass the time every day, wondering why the sun hasn't set yet, and why the guitar hasn't played."

Ming Chi laughed out loud, and gave [-] points to the lucky fan for this improvisation on the spot: "It's almost too fast, it's just a little bit close."

Ming Chi's right hand has recovered, and he treats the guitar more seriously. Every day, he goes to the hut to practice the piano alone, and Mr. Ying and Uncle Lu are not allowed to eavesdrop.

Once Ming Chi was tired from practicing, just wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, and accidentally fell asleep in the cabin with his guitar in his arms, and had a dream of turning into a boat swaying along the water.

When the boat floated into the port with the current, he also woke up from his dream and found himself lying on the bed in his room in the main house.

The room is super quiet, everything seems to be asleep in the night, the curtains on the terrace are covered, leaving a gap for the moonlight to come in and be a guest at the farthest distance.

Moonlight came in as a guest and helped him describe the room clearly so that he could see it without turning on the light.

Guitar lay beside him, snugly tucked in with him.

Mr. Shadow was also lying beside him, sleeping soundly, with his arms covering the incision on his head that had not fully healed, and helping him protect the guitar.

...that was actually quite a strange feeling.

That night, Ming Chi lay on the bed, pillowed on Mr. Shadow's arm, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

He thought about drawing a picture when he got up in the morning, and then he thought it was better to make up the song he wrote today.He has thought about it, of course he has thought about it—even if he doesn't remember anything about those ten years, this kind of thought is still in a corner.

He thought that it would be nice to float along the water, and the water would take him anywhere, where he could stop and sleep the most peaceful and comfortable sleep.

This wish was not clear to him, and it was not fully filled until now.He had no idea there was such a good thing in the past, he fell asleep comfortably in the water, and the water would send him home.

……

The words say so.

That being said, in the next few days, some people who wanted to forget about eating and sleeping when they touched the guitar really restrained a lot.As soon as it got dark, I took the initiative to go home, and never practiced myself until I fell asleep.

The high-intensity exercises these days are quite effective, Ming Chi roughly estimated that in a few days, he can basically return to the level of ten years ago.

Although comparing this kind of thing with myself ten years ago, no matter how you look at it, it is a bit disappointing, but considering the twists and turns that happened in the middle, it is already quite an achievement worth celebrating.

Ming Chi held the cane beside him, and gently stirred the water reflecting the moonlight.Those moonlights are like broken pieces of silver. As the ripples spread, the colors of the stones also change.

"Mr. Shadow." Ming Chi suddenly whispered, "Good night."

Ming Weiting was practicing building a pavilion with shells, when he heard that he turned around to look at him, he was a little surprised: "Now?"

Ming Chi controlled the range, and slowly shook his head: "I made up for the previous few days... I didn't have time to say it one night."

"I practiced the piano in the hut." Ming Chi said, "The day I fell asleep."

Ming Chi's ears were a little red again, he lowered his head to look at the water, and gently poked the stone in the water with his cane.

There is a hard rocky beach under that stone, no matter how hard you poke it, there is nowhere to move, so you push him back very rudely.

Ming Chi moved his fingers slowly.

It is impossible not to hurt your hands with this kind of intensity practice.There is no one who does not hurt his hands at the beginning of the guitar. He has to practice until he can gradually get used to and adapt to the hardness of the strings, and he has practiced until the fixed position of the strings will not be worn out.

The moon that sneaked into the room that day was really bright, and it illuminated everything clearly, so he also saw that his hands were covered with medicine... This is not surprising, he has been caught by Mr. Shadow these days medicine.

Ming Chi was not used to it at first, after all, he started to give himself medicine at a very young age.But Uncle Lu told him that it was no different from the head nurse changing the dressing on the incision on his head, and it made sense. He thought about it all night and couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Ming Chi knew that his hands were drugged, and the real feelings would be extended into his dreams, and he actually dreamed that day too.

He turned into a boat in his dream, the water gently touched him, helping him wrap up the bumped and damaged places, and dormant in pain.

He is very familiar with the touch of applying the medicine, and he can tell it even with his eyes closed, but there seems to be something else.

……

It seems that there is something else, which I am not familiar with.

Ming Chi quietly squeezed his cane, cheered himself up, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Shadow, what else did you do that day?

He waited for a long time but didn't get an answer, when he raised his gaze, he bumped into Ming Weiting's staring eyes.

...Too bad, Ming Chi thought.

Mister Shadow might really be a rock.

Otherwise, why would those eyes look at him like this at ordinary times, but sitting in this piece of sea water slowly washing over the rocky beach, sitting under the moon, it turned out to be completely different.

Ming Weiting raised his hand, and suddenly tapped his forehead lightly.

Ming Chi blinked his eyes, his hand was led by Mr. Shadow, and his cane was properly put aside.

"Who is it?" Ming Weiting imitated his tone and sighed, "I practiced until it was dark. I fell asleep with the window open. I almost caught a cold."

"The first thing I think of asking." Ming Weiting said, "It's this."

Every time he said a word, he tapped Ming Chi's forehead lightly, the force was very slow, almost just a light touch of his knuckles.

Probably because of observing too carefully, Ming Weiting can always imitate Ming Chi's tone very much, and with his usual articulation and voice, the stones in the water seem to become full stops one after another.

Ming Chi was suddenly overturned, and immediately felt guilty, bowed his head and admitted his mistake in a low voice: "Who is it?"

This matter is actually quite serious, and Ming Chi really knew that he was wrong—he really just wanted to rest for a while at that time, he never thought that he would practice for so long right from the top, and he didn't even notice that the window was open It's already dark.

But a mistake is a mistake, Ming Chi lowered his head and honestly admitted: "It's me."

"It's me." Ming Chi apologized humbly, and resolutely corrected, "Why is this person like this, I will never allow it in the future."

Ming Weiting didn't want him to reflect on himself to this point, so he took the initiative to speak for this person: "It's not that serious."

Ming Chi hesitated for a while, then blinked quietly, and put his hand on Ming Wei Ting's: "Really?"

"Really. You wore a windbreaker, and the wind wasn't cold that day."

Ming Weiting nodded: "Besides——"

... besides.

When he saw Ming Chi falling asleep with his guitar in his arms, the first thing he thought of was actually not these.

He didn't wait for Ming Chi to go back to rest, so he went to the hut to look for it, and saw a familiar figure leaning against the window.

Ming Chi sat on the bay window, with his back against the window, and his cane leaning against his side.

There were traces of drawing on a few sketch papers on the table, but they were all withheld.Ming Chi is holding the guitar, half of his face is covered by the collar of the windbreaker, and he quietly closes his eyes... But in fact, it can still be seen at a glance.

It's obvious at a glance that before falling asleep, some people must be thinking deeply about finding a pose that is cool enough to play guitar in a trench coat.

Ming Weiting couldn't tell either, he just stood in front of Ming Chi and looked at the sleeping man, feeling very soft in his heart.

He closed the window and took the medicine beside him.He wanted to take advantage of Mingchi's rare fall asleep at this moment, and help Mingchi paint the wound on his hand... He didn't know why, but his heart was soft.

Does chasing stars have this kind of experience?

He doesn't know, maybe it will become friends and family, but it doesn't seem to be quite accurate.

He held Ming Chi's hand, but for some reason, he suddenly wanted to do something... Just like now, Ming Chi's hand was covering his.

If he just sits here, doing nothing, saying nothing, when the night is over, of course there won't be any problem.

But perhaps decades later, when he writes his journal on the ship, he will still be unable to avoid thinking about this evening.Sea Breeze would jump in and ask him why he didn't do anything, just sit here.

"Besides this matter." Ming Weiting said, "It should also be admitted."

Ming Chi slightly opened his eyes.

In front of his eyes, Mr. Shadow was gently turned by his covered hand, and held his hand.

……

Mister Shadow must have been a rock before.

Under the moonlight, the rising tide shone with silver light.The rocky beach is still silent, but it is very different from the usual simplicity and plainness. The colors are gorgeous and mysterious, like a silent fireworks show in the water.

The wind came to join in the fun, causing gentle ripples on the water surface, and the moonlight that was stirred up by the ripples rushed into the field of vision and shone brightly for a moment.

Ming Weiting took Ming Chi's hand, put one hand behind Ming Chi's back, bent his shoulders and turned sideways.

During the silent fireworks show, Ming Weiting gently kissed his knuckles.