They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

The sun sets late in summer.

On the way to the cruise ship moored in the port, Xun Zhen also saw a group of lively young people, holding guitars and singing on the golden beach dyed by the setting sun.

At first glance, many of them are in this line of work. They have a bright image, a good voice, and they can hear that they are also excellent in business quality.

It's a little pity that the nature of the big party is too strong. In order not to isolate the management who can't find the tune, the repertoire is not much different from KTV.

This is a public beach, and they don't mind anyone coming to play together, and many tourists have come to listen.

Xun Zhen also stopped to listen for a while, just in time to see the young man at the press conference that day was briefly knocked down by a can of beer, dragging his agent to feel sad: "It's that cruise ship! Such a big cruise ship! Why are tickets so hard to get?" !"

"I've seen it all, but I can't get a ticket!" The young man asked several tourists, and they all heard that the other party had a ticket, holding an empty beer can.

……

There are still Xun Zhen in the world who haven't gotten a ticket yet.

Although Captain Ming had assured him that he would try his best, Captain Ming himself was not even aware of the route. Hearing Xun Zhen's details, he even took out his mobile phone to snatch it.

Xun Zhen was also suddenly very melancholy, heaved a sigh after recovering, and quietly withdrew from the lively crowd.

Such a big cruise ship, some people can not only see it, but even get on it in advance.

But some people still didn't get tickets.

Xun Zhen was led onto the boat from the pier.Seeing the crew members already in place rearrange the cruise ship in an orderly manner, and the radiant light strips lit up in the darkening sky, the regret and melancholy not only did not dispel, but even became more obvious than before.

Ming Lu had just watched the boatswain adjusting part of the equipment, and when he returned to the deck to meet Xun Zhen, he saw the other party facing the sea and sighing: "President Xun?"

"Mingchi's state is very good, but the sleep state is still a little unstable and needs to be adjusted." Xun Zhen knew what he was going to ask, and immediately spoke first, "I just came from him."

Ming Lu came over and nodded: "Mr. will be there later."

There are a lot of things to deal with outside, they have been away from home for four days, and it is probably not just the young master of the Ming family who needs to adjust his sleeping state.

When they are not at home, Ming Chi's natural caring calmness will be particularly obvious.Not only can I take good care of others, but I can also take good care of myself. In fact, I don’t need to worry about it at all.

But Ming Lu can still see her husband calling and sending messages every night.Sometimes it was chatting, and sometimes Mingchi would play the guitar to him over the phone, and they all tacitly agreed not to mention those letters, nor to ask Mingchi what he knew from the letters.

It takes a short while for mingchi to process them individually.It's like the route has crossed the vast ocean, and when you reach the last short section and start to test the waters, you must be careful and careful in every step.

……only.

Thinking of the time of the phone call last night, the length of the interval between my husband hanging up the phone and falling asleep, and comparing it with the rich experience I accumulated with my previous generation many years ago.

Ming Lu turned around to look at the sea, and coughed calmly.

Today is the last day, and I can go home when I finish my work.

The cruise ship will sail at the end of the month, and there are not a few days left in time.After all, they still need to do the final verification and debugging, especially the safety of the voyage. It must be ensured that there will be no hidden dangers.

Ming Weiting personally took the safety manager to do the inspection before sailing, the inspection was meticulous, and it would take some time to come over.

Of course Xun Zhen fully understood, but still couldn't help sighing: "Your company's tickets are too hard to get."

Ming Lu looked at him, smiled a little, and said after a pause: "If the young master is willing to go with the boat, there will be some invitations."

"Really?" Xun Zhen's eyes lit up, "He is willing, he still wanted to grab tickets before I came."

It was Xun Zhen who reminded him that the passengers last time could get free tickets for an upgrade, and Ming Chi stopped and concentrated on making a list of luggage for the long-distance trip.

Xun Zhen actually didn't expect that Mr. Ming is still worried about this: "Why don't you want to? He is very looking forward to it, and even asked me what I should bring when I go out to play."

Ming Lu smiled, didn't speak, just nodded.

Xun Zhen thought for a while, then suddenly understood: "That's right."

Although the analogy may not be appropriate... But when he chased his lover back then, booked a ticket and wanted to go out to play together, before he really got that definite answer, he would be so nervous that he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at all.

——It is one thing to know that the other party will most likely agree.

No matter how much you understand and understand the other party's temper and the answer you will give, before you really get the answer, you will still have completely uncontrollable apprehension and anticipation.

It's hard to associate this kind of mood with Mr. Ming, but it's also a stereotype.

If you are really lucky and meet someone very important, everything will be different in front of you.

...Like Captain Ming, who is calm and sharp in front of him, and has gentle speech and demeanor. According to the head nurse, as soon as he comes in front of his family members, he will immediately turn into a small boiling red kettle.

Xun Zhen is not yet sure about the relationship between these two people.But seeing them together, I feel that this matter is not too important, and I don't have to figure it out immediately: "Director Ming—I have something else to do this time."

Ming Lu nodded, indicating that he could just open his mouth.

Xun Zhen knew that he probably misunderstood what he meant, smiled, and took out something from his pocket: "As Ming Chi's friend...I don't know how to deal with this, and I don't know whether I should hand it over or not. give him."

That thing was wrapped by him in a handkerchief and placed on the table.

Xun Zhen unfolded the handkerchief, revealing the pendant inside - if you look carefully, you will find that the workmanship of the pendant is actually very rough, and what is inlaid is just a small piece of color-changing glass.

"The patient who was hospitalized at my place recently clamored to find this. I asked someone to follow him for a while, and I probably understood what was going on."

Xun Zhen said, "This is left behind by Mrs. Ren's car."

The car was wrecked, and that was all the wreckage could be found.

At that time, Luo Zhi turned it out, made it into a pendant and always carried it around her body, treating it as her own home.

Ren Chenbai only found out this step, and didn't know where the pendant ended up going.The surveillance camera in the villa couldn't take pictures, there was no one around Luo Zhi at that time, and now I have no way to retrieve this memory.

After finishing today's return visit, Ming Chi heard that Xun Zhen was going to the pier, so he showed him a shortcut that no one knew about, and sent him out of the villa along the small gravel road covered by trees in the garden.

Xun Zhen said goodbye to Ming Chi, and when he was about to leave, he found the hidden rusty mailbox.

"Occupational disease, the scene is too typical." Xun Zhenqing pulled the corner of his mouth, he had been thinking about this these days - the door, the rusted mailbox and the way to leave.These scenes, which are the most common in normal times, may become an unexpected farewell at that time.

This is why there are always people who linger around road signs and boundary markers, why some people leave when the door is closed, and some people put keys that no longer belong to them into the mailbox.

The process of saying goodbye may be extremely long, but it is mostly an instant to really say "goodbye".

It took Xun Zhen a little more time to find someone to help unpack the mailbox and found what was inside.

Luo Zhi returned it to Wanghai Villa at the end.

……

When Xun Zhen explained to this point, he found that Ming Weiting had already walked over, so he stopped talking and said hello.

Ming Weiting seemed to have stood nearby for a while, he didn't need to repeat, he walked to the table: "How should I do it?"

"When you become a friend, you can't do psychological counseling, because you have concerns about everything."

Xun Zhen pressed his forehead and smiled helplessly: "I don't want him to be sad because of this, but it is undoubtedly very important to him...so I brought it here."

Ming Weiting sat down at the table, looking at the pendant lying quietly in the handkerchief.

"Ming Chi." Xun Zhen hesitated for a moment, but still reminded, "He should remember that car."

Ten years ago, Mrs. Ren had already given him that car.

Ming Chi should have remembered this matter, he should have remembered that he had a car, but now the car is gone - this matter cannot be unimportant to him.

But these days, Ming Chi never asked where Ming Weiting and Ming Lu Che went.

He guessed that something very bad must have happened here, and Mr. Ying and Uncle Lu must not know how to talk to him, so he didn't ask.

But he couldn't really want to.

When Xun Zhen went to see those paintings, he didn't really analyze the composition and colors very much - Ming Chi has recovered quite well, except that the color style is obviously different from the past, and there is nothing to worry about .

……

It's just that Ming Chi probably didn't realize that the painting and color matching of that car are hidden in these paintings.

Ming Weiting understood Xun Zhen's meaning and nodded, "I'll leave it to him."

Xun Zhen hesitated: "Is it suitable?"

"It's not suitable at the moment." Ming Weiting rewrapped the pendant and put it in his coat pocket, "It may take a few days."

They talked about business with that multinational jewelry group this time.There will be a pavement for the other party on the cruise ship, and there will be a professional jeweler on-site to make and process it.There will be corresponding cooperation on other routes in the future.

Ming Weiting just had an overseas phone call with the founder opposite, and the designer and gold craftsman sent by the opposite had already arrived: "The inlaid silver holder is of low quality and poor workmanship. I will find someone to change it."

Xun Zhen was tongue-tied for a few seconds before he fell silent: "It must be very bad, he just found someone on the side of the road to do it...I mean, sir."

Xun Zhen hesitated for a while, but said quickly: "After all, this is a very unpleasant memory. Even if he no longer remembers what happened back then, seeing this will let him know that the car really can't come back .”

Xun Zhen said in a low voice: "I'm a little worried, in case something goes wrong—"

Ming Weiting shook his head: "No, he is very powerful."

Xun Zhen was startled.

"He's very powerful." Ming Weiting said, "He's cooler than anyone thought."

Xun Zhen was stunned for a long time this time.

He tapped his head suddenly, recovered from his unreasonable worries, smiled and shook his head.

... If this sentence is based on imagination, it is actually quite unlike what Mr. Ming said, but it is like it after saying it.

The rules in the industry still make sense, and being friends will indeed affect the professionalism of psychological counseling.

His performance just now was not even as good as that of the patient's family members.

Probably only family members who are equally determined and unreservedly provide trust can accompany the patient they are about to award the "Best Patient" award to recover so quickly.

Recovering so quickly, becoming powerful again so quickly.

"Why did I forget?" Xun Zhen smiled, "He's so cool."

……

"Of course, my brother is the coolest!"

Xiang Luan was choked by the manager and poured hangover soup, and he quickly regained his energy. He sat on a rock and gave a science introduction to a few young artists who had just joined the company: "With him around, you don't have to be afraid of anything!"

"Anyway, if you go to him for anything, there must be a solution. If there is no other way, he can find a solution for you." Xiang Luan raised the guitar in his hand, "He's really good at playing the guitar."

These young artists had just joined the company recently, and they were about the same age as Xiang Luan when he first came here. Several of them came here with the support of their family members.

Huaisheng Entertainment's artist appointments are quite loose, there is no restriction on where to stay, and there are special teachers to help them take care of their studies and train professional skills-these things have always been there before, but they are overwhelmed by those black materials that are difficult to distinguish between true and false , until now gradually began to be known by more people.

With such generous treatment, it is impossible for fewer people to come.But Li Weiming has already given them a good memory, and this time they couldn't be more cautious in selecting artists.

Fang Hang specifically asked Kuangli for help. The management held repeated meetings and studied for a few days, and improved the loopholes left by the previous too loose, and added a lot of more secure and detailed plans.

For the time being, Xiang Luan felt a headache just hearing this.He was thrown by his agent to bring these newcomers, and he didn't know the official words, so he couldn't help chatting with them: "My brother also taught me to play the guitar, and even treated me to hot pot."

There are also two guitarists among the little artists, and their idols are Xiang Luan, their eyes widened when they heard it: "Brother Luan, is Xiao Luo better than you?"

"Of course! Haven't you watched the video?" Xiang Luan immediately took out his mobile phone to play it live, "Watch it now. I have the premium version here."

One in each hand, Xiang Luan pulled the two little guitarists over: "Look at the overtone fingering here, I'm not good at fluency and control anyway, and there's this invincible and natural Plam, look, there's still this point." string……"

Among Huaisheng Entertainment's entertainers who can play the guitar, there is no one who adores Mr. Luo.Even though singers who are not mainly engaged in musical instruments and mainly sing, they often discuss the tunes and songs written by Luo Zhi himself.

Ever since those original video master tapes were released, there have been quite a few fanatical guitarists like Xiang Luan chasing stars, and newcomers who have just joined the company basically have to be educated.

The manager was no stranger to it, and passed by with two handfuls of grilled skewers, abducted a few young actors who were confused, and left their guitarists to communicate internally.

When the manager came back, there were already two more guitarists who were fanatical about star chasing.

……

The two young guitarists who had just entered the pit were holding Xiang Luan's mobile phone, concentrating on studying fingering, and the discussion was in full swing.

Instead, Xiang Luan sat on the rock, staring at the setting sun in a daze.

I can't see the excitement of Amway just now, but it is rare to have a bit of maturity and calmness. I was called "Brother Luan" and "Brother Luan" excitedly by the two young guitarists, but I just laughed and said nothing. say.

The manager checked around but couldn't find the beer can, so he raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Xiang Luan's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he came back to his senses, saw the person coming, and slowly pursed his mouth.

"What's wrong?" the manager asked, "Did they steal your phone?"

Xiang Luan shook his head.

It took him a long time to speak, his voice was extremely low, with a nasal sound: "I miss my brother."

The agent froze for a moment and looked at him carefully.

Xiang Luanzheng didn't want to be seen by himself, he squatted on the stone, lowered his head and buried his face in his arms.

It was rare for the manager not to carry him away, and he also found a flat stone to sit down, watching the two young guitarists who were enthusiastically gesticulating and discussing.

"Did I do the same at the time?" Xiang Luan didn't move for a long time before raising his head and looking behind him, "It's really childish, does my brother think we are childish?"

The broker shook his head.

"You were not naive back then." The manager thought for a while before waking him up. "You are also naive now. I will definitely change the group next time I draw lots, and I will bring in the group of 19 to [-] years old. I am a dog."

Xiang Luan seemed to have recovered a bit, rubbed his head, and grinned twice.

The manager didn't hear him talking back, but was worried and patted his shoulder: "The general manager likes to watch you make trouble."

"I wanted to control you more strictly, militarization is the best."

The agent said: "The general manager pleaded for you... It's only been a few years. Don't think about any mess, just chase your dreams, and make trouble when you are happy. How good it is."

Of course Mr. Luo has never favored one person over another.After that meeting, all the agents and teams in charge of the age group under 20 had their salaries raised, and the "concern fee" was even clearly written on the payroll.

If the manager hadn't bent his waist for this little money, he would have switched to the adult group long ago: "Let's talk about it."

"Furthermore...the management has to be a little more stylish in front of you." The manager still told him some gossip, "Actually, he's not much more mature than you."

"The management doesn't have to carry it when they have a party by themselves. They make a fuss about everything, and the general manager follows them."

The agent said, "Didn't you also watch the video about sunrise?"

Xiang Luan wanted to watch the sunrise video, and when he took out his phone to look for it, that was the first thing he saw. For some reason, he suddenly started to feel uncomfortable.

"The general manager is not much more mature than you." The agent said, "He is not much older than you."

The worry fee is not bad at all, the manager has to give psychological counseling to these young artists every day, and was thinking about what to say, when he was taken aback by Xiang Luan's expression: "What's wrong? Why are you crying again?!"

"I don't know, I am." Xiang Luan ruffled his hair vigorously, he sniffed, not to embarrass himself in front of the newcomer, "I just remembered this."

"I'm going to be 20 soon, in three years."

"Three years are so fast, brother, three years have passed in a flash, and I am thinking about when I was that old."

Xiang Luan was dragged by the manager to wipe his face with a tissue, and he turned his head away to look at the sea. He also wiped his eyes with his sleeve indiscriminately, trying to open his eyes wide to see the sea.

He just suddenly thought about it.

The 23-year-old turned out to be so close to him, and he felt that his life had just begun.

Mom thinks he's playing guitar and singing indecently, because he sneaked out to participate in the competition and was so angry. Dad also played in the band when he was young, and hid him behind him while begging for mercy.

"For such a long life, let him play, let him do something he likes, and let him play for a few years." Dad gave him a wink, and squeezed his mother's shoulders alone, "In the future, there will be more It's been ten years serious, don't worry..."

The manager listened to Xiang Luan talking in a mess, as if he didn't understand what he wanted to say, but seemed to understand it.

"That's the way it is." The agent said, "It's a lifetime away."

"Didn't you always believe that the general manager is fine? Let me tell you, I believe it now."

The manager patted him on the shoulder: "We're all waiting for him to come back, so we won't wait too long, don't worry..."

Thinking of what Manager Fang had told them, the manager hesitated a little, and was about to whisper a few words to him when he hesitated, but suddenly Xiang Luan pressed his arm firmly.

The manager was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"There are a few people over there who came after me." Xiang Luan whispered, "It's not a good thing."

The manager frowned and looked up.

Huaisheng Entertainment has made a lot of enemies recently, so it's not uncommon for them to be targeted.

Some people who can only hide in the dark forever, even if they are punished for their evil deeds, they will never learn to reflect on themselves, and will only turn into anger and want revenge.

The work of the security department has doubled than usual, but after all, it can't go on like this forever.This time I came out for team building, and it may not be without this meaning.Instead of everyone alone being unsafe, it is better for everyone to appear in the public eye together, draw out those who have bad intentions, and clean them up at once.

The manager was originally afraid that they would be too far away to place an order, and wanted to take these people back to the main army, so he accidentally chatted with Xiang Luan for a while, and didn't notice that the sky was getting dark.

The distance from here to the main force is not too close. If they pass together, they will be blocked halfway.

Xiang Luan kept calming himself down, repeatedly thinking about what Luo Zhi would do if he was around: "You came after me, it's boring."

"Brother, take the two of them far away and go around a crowded place." Xiang Luan said, "I'll go find Manager Fang."

The 19-year-old singer squatted on the stone, her eyes were still red, and there were tears on her face, but her expression had quickly calmed down.

This is the most appropriate way. Those people are not far away, and it is too late to call someone or call the police.

The manager frowned, nodded and stood up, not forgetting to tell him in a low voice: "Don't suffer, I remember that you have learned free combat, right?"

Xiang Luan grinned lightly, but said nothing.

The manager patted his arm, picked up the two young artists one by one, threw the phone to Luan, and walked quickly in the direction of another group of tourists.

Xiang Luan jumped off the rock and ran towards Fang Hang and the others.

The few people also speeded up immediately, and some people went around the reefs to take a shortcut to block him.

Xiang Luan ran for a while, and found that the road was blocked by the people leading the guy, so he immediately changed direction and continued running, checking the surrounding situation while running.

The sun was about to set, the sky darkened, and the surrounding scenery became different from that during the day.

Xiang Luan soon discovered that the nearby rocks and trees had become unfamiliar, but he still couldn't completely get rid of those people, so he could only continue turning whenever he saw the road, and took out his mobile phone to call the police while running.

"If my brother is here." Xiang Luan whispered non-stop, "If my brother is here, if my brother is here..."

He tried his best to make himself think like Luo Zhi, if he encountered the current problem, how to deal with it.

These people were either trying to get black material about him fighting or fighting, or they were purely for revenge for what he had said before.

If it's for black material, he should try not to do it if he can, and he can't discredit the company at this time - if it's purely for revenge, he has to protect his hands and never get hurt in such a place.

He had heard before that there was a guitarist whose hand was smashed for revenge, and then he quit the industry and changed his career.

There were more and more people nearby, Xiang Luan hid behind the rock, glanced at the few people who were still looking for him, grinned, and cursed in a low voice: "Trash."

He doesn't regret what he has done and said at all, and he will do it again, he has made a draft in advance and scolded that group of trash.

Those few people got closer and closer. After chasing for so long, these people were already tired and annoyed, with dirty curses coming from their mouths.

Either shouting to teach him a lesson, or clamoring to abolish him, it seems that it is the second kind no matter what.

Xiang Luan estimated his physical strength, and decided to gather some strength before he couldn't run anymore. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and leaned out.

These people seemed to be hired, and they were all gangsters looking for trouble. Someone immediately noticed his movement: "Here! The little bastard can still run - don't let him slip, stop him!"

Xiang Luan spat, and was about to fight, but suddenly froze.

He stood there with his eyes wide open.

The ferocious posture that had just been brewed disappeared in an instant, and Xiang Luan raised his hand in a daze, rubbed his eyes hard a few times, and pulled his face hard.

……

It turned out that not all the nearby figures blocked him.

In addition to gangsters, there are several people who seem to be quite capable of fighting and well-trained in their movements. Judging from their stature and geographical location, they are either bodyguards or sailors.

The cursing gangsters just said they were going to abolish him, but when they met a strong and powerful figure, no one dared to say anything, and they stood there blankly with pale faces.

Xiang Luan himself also pushes iron, and what he admires and yearns for the most is this strong and lean figure, and he can't take his eyes away every time he sees it.But now he couldn't think about it at all—he didn't have time to move his eyes that way.

He couldn't think of anything now, he just pinched his face hard.

Xiang Luan probably pinched his own face blue, took a small breath of air, and slowly put down his hand.

The person who stopped in front of him came over, with a helpless smile in his eyes, and sighed softly: "How can you run like this?"

The other party probably also had to walk a long way around, with sweat on his forehead, and a slight limp in his right leg when walking, he took a few breaths slowly, and put half of his strength on the cane in his right hand.

But it didn't matter at all - Xiang Luan's eyes widened. Although he pinched his face blue, he still suspected it was a dream.

In the dream, he encountered a very exciting chase, and he led the person away calmly, with almost no mistakes except that he accidentally got lost and didn't know how to get out.

In the dream, his brother saw someone bullying him, and he came all the way to find him, and he led him carelessly around the rocks for a long time.

Xiang Luan stood motionless, not daring to take a breath, he closed his mouth and looked at the figure in front of him.

...doesn't matter at all.

Please, no one will think that there is a problem with the combination of trench coat, shirt and cane.

The sky was quite dark, and the sunlight that fell was a bright golden color that seemed to be inexhaustible.Recently, the person who can dream every day came out, the sound of the cane knocking on the ground was very soft, and the windbreaker was hooked with a gold border.

If this is put in some movie footage, fans will immediately edit out [-] videos, no repeats, okay?

Xiang Luan came back to his senses and shook his head vigorously.

His brother looked at him with mild curiosity, as if he didn't know what he was thinking.

He didn't even know what he was thinking.

Do you even have to ask?

"Oh my God." Xiang Luan muttered softly, "...isn't that cool?"