They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

In fact, Xiang Luan had already planned countless times, what would he have to do when he saw his brother again.

No matter what, you have to calm down.

I have to let his brother see that during this period of time he has made some progress, is a little more presentable, and is slowly learning to be on his own.

He doesn't have to let his brother handle everything, he can lead the newcomers to protect the newcomers, and he can hate those rubbish who spread rumors and turn black and white.

She knows what to do with her brain, not like before, when everything has to be protected, and she just opens her mouth and cries for nothing...

Xiang Luan thought about it over and over again.

Then you can walk calmly and calmly.Clothes must be tidied up, and if you have the chance, immediately find something reflective to tidy up your hair.

The first thing is to see if his brother still remembers him.

Shake hands if you don’t remember, introduce yourself politely, jump on you if you remember, let him hug you.

……

Xiang Luan swallowed hard the heart that jumped into his throat.

He watched the person in front of him being supported to sit on the stone, with his cane put aside, slowly rubbing his right leg, and talking to those people in a warm voice.

The rest of what happened now is like a cutscene in a movie, leaving little impression.

Those gangsters were cleared away in the blink of an eye, and sirens sounded not far away, and they were probably sent there.

When someone came to ask him if he was injured, he quickly shook his head and added thanks.

Somebody went to talk to his brother.

His brother smiled and waved his hands, whispered a few words, then looked up at him...

For a moment, Xiang Luan didn't know where to put his hands. He hurriedly tried to find a place to arrange his hair, but when he found no reflective surface, he pulled his clothes again.

...Maybe I don't remember it.

Although it is not clear, but this kind of thing is really in front of the eyes, it is an inexplicable intuition.

His brother probably didn't remember him, nor did he remember many things.

That must be fine.

I don't remember what problems there might be, and it's best if I don't remember those bad things... The main reason is that if this is the case, then I have to be calm.

Be calm.

Shake hands and introduce yourself politely.

Let’s start with the hardcore fans.

Xiang Luan swallowed hard again, he walked over slowly, squatted down and looked up: "Luo, Mr. Luo, hello."

Xiang Luan forgot all the self-introduction he had memorized by heart, his face flushed, and he stammered, "You, you now—"

"Ming Chi." He heard the other party say, "You can still call him Mr. Luo."

Xiang Luan immediately shook his head like a rattle.

Changing the stage name in the circle is hardly a routine operation - he has long heard that his brother's real name is Chi Zhi, so what does the family want him to do with that bad surname?

Besides, Mingchi is bright and pleasant to hear, it shouldn't be too cool, okay?

Xiang Luan took the initiative to change the new name on the spot, and decided to report to everyone immediately when he went back. Afterwards, Quantong changed his name to Mr. Ming.

"Don't want that, this one is good, very good." Xiang Luan assured Luan extra seriously, and then said, "My name is——"

Ming Chi stretched out his hand: "Xiang Luan."

Xiang Luan widened his eyes.

Ming Chi waited for a while, and found that he didn't want to shake hands, so he put his hand gently on his head.

"You can still call him Brother." Ming Chi said, "How did you become so powerful?"

He rubbed Xiang Luan's head, bent down to look into Luan's eyes: "Did you feel wronged?"

Xiang Luan took ten deep breaths to gather calmness and composure, but when the hand fell on the top of his head, he didn't hold on for five seconds before it all fell apart.

He looked at the person in front of him, and was stunned for a long time without moving. Tears burst out before he opened his mouth.

The mouth is also polite.

He didn't even figure out whether his brother still remembered him, after all, the person in front of him was almost exactly like the little Mr. Luo from the past, chatting and counseling with these immature kids who had just fledgling and hadn't seen the wind and waves... I don't have time to deal with this for now.

He didn't have time to worry about it, the tears flew so fast that he had to open his mouth and howl.

Xiang Luan felt as if he rushed over and hugged Ming Chi.

He rushed too fast and failed to control his strength. Ming Chi was hit by him and almost couldn't sit still, so he stretched out his hand to support him.

Xiang Luan hurriedly wanted to look down, but Ming Chi patted him on the shoulder: "It doesn't matter."

"I'm fine." Ming Chi patted him, "It's fine."

Ming Chi's speech is not fast, this sentence is light and slow.

It seemed to be talking about the incident that he almost failed to sit still just now, and it seemed to be talking about the episode he encountered that was not considered dangerous.

……

Or it is the most concise and gentle summary of such a long and tormented turmoil.

Xiang Luan felt the pain and burning in his entire chest all at once.

The plan was completely blew up, and he knew that he would cling to the person in front of him and cry, tears streaming out endlessly without money.

Xiang Luan cried so hard that he couldn't speak clearly, and the force of his arms made his whole body tremble, and he said a few times intermittently before he could squeeze out: "Why did you come back..."

After holding back this sentence, Xiang Luan was finally able to speak clearly.

He was sobbing so badly, he raised his head to look at Ming Chi, and kept talking to the crying voice: "Brother, are you sick? Are you sick? Are you hurt? Are you okay? Is someone bullying you? Let's help you." beat him……"

Ming Chi was a little confused by his question, blinked his eyes lightly, then lowered his head and smiled.

Xiang Luan was wiping his face red with his sleeve, and when he saw him laughing for half a second, he couldn't hold it back, tears flooded Ming Chi again on the spot.

Ming Chi propped up his arms to sit still, and let him cry hard until he had vented his pain, and then patted Xiang Luan on the back: "No, it's not uncomfortable, it doesn't hurt."

"I'm fine, I've recovered from all my illnesses." Ming Chi thought for a while, then added, "I've gone too far today."

He really went too far today.

Ming Chi sent Dean Xun out of the villa, but he didn't go back to his room immediately.

The weather tonight is very good, with a wind blowing from the sea, sweeping away the sweltering heat of the previous few days, making people want to go out for a walk.

Originally, Ming Chi just wanted to take a walk around the reef clump, trying to practice his sense of direction again, but unexpectedly found a sneaky figure.

He followed up with people, found Xiang Luan, and wanted to stop him, but he disappeared in a second.

Xiang Luan was quite clever, and the detour was winding, tortuous and difficult to find.Ming Chi vaguely guessed what was going on, so he didn't have to worry about following up quickly, and was led around several times by Xiang Luan just like that.

Ming Chi hadn't traveled so much since his recovery, and the road was uneven and the ground was hard, so he did his best to follow the fast pace.

……

Otherwise, he wouldn't let Xiang Luan see the problem with his right leg.

Of course Xiang Luan guessed what was going on, shrank his neck, and obediently knelt down to rub his legs.

"Okay." Ming Chi didn't mean that, and laughed, "It doesn't matter, just take a rest."

Ming Chi pulled Xiang Luan up and praised him earnestly: "You are courageous and resourceful, you performed very well."

Xiang Luan's face became hot from his praise: "Really?"

"Really." Ming Chi nodded cooperatively, "It's very reassuring."

Xiang Luan almost jumped up with joy, thought for a while and then suddenly realized, circling around him, faltering: "Yes, you can also feel less worried... a little bit."

"Just a little bit." Xiang Luan squatted beside him, thinking for a long time, "Brother, wait for you, wait for you, wait for you to be ready."

Xiang Luan was overwhelmed, took a deep breath, lowered his head and whispered, "You come back to visit us once in a while... just don't worry about the small ones."

Ming Chi was slightly startled, his eyes fell on him.

Xiang Luan grinned, he calmed down now, and his mind started to turn again: "Brother, you don't actually remember me, do you?"

Xiang Luan rubbed a spot bit by bit, finally squeezed to Ming Chi's side, leaned against him and whispered, "When you looked at me just now, your eyes seemed to be thinking, 'I'm right, so this little brat looks like this. '."

Ming Chi laughed lightly when he attracted him, and criticized himself in a gentle voice: "Is this too much?"

"No, no, not too much." Xiang Luan quickly shook his head vigorously, "I'm stupid, I didn't mean that, I mean—"

... He meant to say, when his brother was sitting here, looking up at him.

Xiang Luan was actually fully prepared to be treated as a stranger, but from the first time Ming Chi saw him, he wanted to cry, he didn't live up to it at all, he was both happy and uncomfortable.

"I can't tell." Xiang Luan said, "You looked at me just now, I know you don't remember anything, but—"

He paused for a while, then he added in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, "But I feel...you never left."

Has it changed? Something must have changed.Ming Chi came back from such a far place, walked such a long way, encountered so many things, in fact, his temperament has become obvious.

……

But it was at that time that Xiang Luan suddenly felt that the person in front of him had been separated from them for such a long time, as if it was just a blink of an eye.

Xiang Luan finished what he wanted to say in one breath, looked at Ming Chi who was sitting silently thinking, closed his mouth and held his breath.

Ming Chi must have understood what he meant.

Xiang Luan clenched his fists hard, swallowed, his heart was pounding.

Ming Chi lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his gaze again, with a smile in his eyes, and tapped him with his cane: "Coax me to soften my heart, coax me to go back."

The force with which the cane was tapped was super light, Xiang Luan pretended to be jumping to hide, and a smile appeared uncontrollably, circling around him: "Go back and have a look, bro, go back and have a look."

Xiang Luan squatted beside him and chattered: "Brother Fang, they miss you every day, and I can't stand it anymore... Don't worry, I'll pay 1 guarantee tickets, they will definitely be crazy about seeing you, and they won't feel uncomfortable at all." .”

Ming Chi turned his head to the side, and looked at the large area of ​​his windbreaker shoulder that was still wet.

Xiang Luan blushed as if his tail had been tapped by a cane, and explained bravely, "These are tears of joy, tears of ecstasy."

Ming Chi imitated him and opened his eyes wide: "Are you so crazy?"

"So crazy, so crazy." Xiang Luan nodded desperately, "I'm so happy."

"Brother, I know you are just afraid that we will feel uncomfortable."

Xiang Luan leaned back to him: "You don't want to make us feel bad anytime soon, but bro, are we friends with you?"

Xiang Luan couldn't find Ming Chi's denial, so he was even happier, and continued to push forward: "Friends have to share blessings and share hardships, right? Friends have to be destined to meet thousands of miles away, and this is not a thousand miles away..."

Ming Chi found a fairly flat reef, leaned back, smiled and listened to Xiang Luan racking his brains to develop his literary literacy.

Will come out to meet Xiang Luan, Ming Chi didn't plan not to meet other people at first.

This is a very strange feeling, he really has no memory of Xiang Luan, what he has is only an impression formed from what he read in the letter and from Huaisheng's official blog.

But when he really saw himself standing in front of him, he realized that in fact, he was not as unfamiliar as he imagined.

He seemed to know them very well—so familiar that in a dream in the past, he might have actually dreamed that they were quite good friends who could play together for a lifetime.

……

But he just couldn't move.

Ming Chi has actually tried several times quietly.His right leg was really sore and tired, and he couldn't stand up for the time being, so he was a little hesitant, whether to wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, when he was rested, and then went to find other people.

But some little brats are not happy enough for themselves, and they insist on greedy him.

Ming Chi hid his hidden smile, motioned Xiang Luan to pause his speech for a while, and then looked at the phone in his pocket.

Only then did Xiang Luan remember, his expression changed instantly: "That's bad."

He slapped his forehead vigorously, took out his mobile phone in a hurry and pressed the screen to turn on, there was indeed a series of missed calls from his manager on it.

"Oops, oops." Xiang Luan got carried away with complacency, completely forgot to report his safety, and was so panicked that he almost lost his grip on the phone, and dialed the phone back tremblingly, "Brother Zhao..."

...the agent almost ate him across the phone.

After the two sides separated, the manager quickly brought the two young guitarists back to a safe place, but after asking Fang Hang, he found out that Xiang Luan hadn't come back.

The police cars roared to and fro, those gangsters were all taken away, and Xiang Luan still couldn't get in touch.

The agent chased after him and asked the police. Knowing that no one was injured this time, he would not be scared crazy.But Xiang Luan just disappeared, and he couldn't be contacted by phone, after all, it was inevitable that the more he thought about it, the more worried he became.

Fang Hang didn't let him speak out about it, and took several managers and agents from the management to look around for someone, until now.

Xiang Luan was completely wronged, he held the phone with his head drooping and was scolded honestly, and was bombarded by the manager for 5 minutes: "Wrong..."

"I'll be transferred tomorrow! I'll ask the company if there is a 91-year-old artist!" The manager still lingered, "Where are you?! Where did you go??"

"I don't know either." Xiang Luan looked at Ming Chi instinctively, and found that Ming Chi shook his head, then looked around again, "We seem to have lost our way..."

"Have you lost your mind?" The manager roared, "Send me the location!"

Xiang Luan immediately went to WeChat to post the location, and when he put the phone back to his ear again, he heard the manager puzzled: "You? Who are you with, and others?"

Xiang Luan opened his mouth wide. He didn't know if he could reveal Ming Chi's matter, so he hesitated: "Save, I saved my kind man. Brother Zhao, is Brother Fang with you? Well, this kind man's windbreaker is very special. handsome……"

The agent didn't know what the relationship between the handsome man and Fang Hang was, and he didn't even know what the important things to report over the phone were the handsome man, the windbreaker, and being handsome.

He was more concerned about Xiang Luan's safety, worried that Xiang Luan had met some strange person, held up the phone and asked a few questions, but there was no voice on the other side of the phone.

The manager was so worried that he was going bald at an early age: "Xiang Luan? Xiang Luan?!"

"It's here." The person opposite replied, "Zhao Jing?"

The manager vaguely felt that the voice sounded familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember who else knew his name besides the people in the company: "It's me, hello, hello... Thank you for saving our people."

The other side smiled: "It's okay."

The manager was stunned for a moment, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and he was about to speak when he suddenly froze in place.

The other person said, "Is Fang Hang there? Give him the phone."

The manager hadn't recovered yet, so he responded obediently, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to take a picture of Fang Hang.

Fang Hang already knew that his manager had contacted Xiang Luan.They saw Xiang Luanfa's position in the group, and were about to go to find someone, when the manager grabbed his clothes and pulled them hard twice.

Fang Hang stopped in his tracks: "What's wrong?"

The manager opened his mouth, and suddenly came to his senses, his expression became strange and a little unbelievable, and he thrust the phone into Fang Hang's hand forcefully.

Fang Hang frowned, and picked up the phone that hadn't hung up: "Xiang Luan?"

"It's not Xiang Luan!" The manager almost jumped up, mouthing desperately, "A kind-hearted man! A kind-hearted man is very handsome, and a kind-hearted man wears a trench coat..."

Fang Hang didn't understand what he meant at all, but the other party saved Xiang Luan after all, and his tone was still very polite: "Hello? Thank you very much——"

"No thanks." The opposite party smiled, "Fang Hang?"

Fang Hang stayed where he was.

For a few seconds, he seemed unable to move or speak at all, his chest rose and fell a few times, and then he tried to speak out cautiously: "Yes, I..."

"Xiang Luan is too good at running, I chased him all the way, my leg hurts a bit, and now I can't stand up."

The tone on the other side was very gentle, and this time the words were long enough to distinguish the voice: "Come and give me a hand?"

Fang Hang opened his mouth.

He wanted to make a sound, but for a moment he seemed to only remember how to laugh.

The manager also stopped several other people, and quickly whispered something.A group of people suddenly turned their heads, staring at him with burning eyes, and the urgency and anxiety were about to rush out of their faces.

Fang Hang pressed his brows hard.

He took a deep breath, exhaled forcefully, and repeated this several times before finally remembering how to speak.

The person on the other end of the phone was waiting for him to speak.

"Wait." Fang Hang said, "Wait, just wait there, don't go anywhere."

"Don't catch a cold, rest, don't take off the windbreaker, let Xiang Luan pinch your legs."

Fang Hang said: "We will carry you."