They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

The location sent to Luan was 500 meters away.

500 meters is too far.

The reefs are too difficult to circumnavigate, which completely affects the performance, and it is impossible to fly directly over.

The manager of the marketing department was the youngest in the group, and he still had the demeanor of a sprinter in college. He found his way around, but was held down by several hands when he was about to shout.

Someone pushed him and jumped over, and the people behind rushed forward.He realized that he was in a hurry to chase, Fang Hang had already rushed over and stopped in front of the visitor.

Ming Chi didn't go anywhere, he was relaxing and resting on the reef, wearing a windbreaker, so he would definitely not catch a cold.

Xiang Luan was gearing up to rub his brother's legs, but his brother patted his head gently to calm him down.Instead, he seized the time to pick up his mobile phone, send a message to Fang Hang, and said everything he could think of.

Seeing Fang Hang and the others approaching, Xiang Luan's eyes lit up immediately, and he hid behind Ming Chi and mouthed: "Mr. Ming, Mr. Ming..."

Sensing Xiang Luan's reaction, Ming Chi sat up straight with one hand propped on the rock, and raised his gaze to look over.

Fang Hang coughed.

Manager Fang took the first place, completely ignoring the threats of the people behind flailing their teeth and claws, trying not to smile too brightly, and walked over while adjusting his breath.

"It's me, Fang Hang, the manager of your artist department."

Fang Hang answered the question on the phone again. He walked over and held out his hand to Ming Chi: "Long time no see."

Ming Chi held his hand, didn't speak, looked at them and laughed.

Xiang Luan squatted on the stone beside him.

He opened his eyes wide and didn't dare to speak. He was in awe of the friendship of adults, and he just watched his brother being lifted up by the hand.

His brother even looked prepared, not surprised at all, and even had time to shove the cane to him before being yanked up.

The calm, mature and calm management seemed to have fired the starting gun, and they all exploded with a bang, and they all rushed forward without any explanation, huddled together and scrambled to reach out.

Some people touched their shoulders, some rubbed their heads, some patted their backs lightly, there were so many mouths rushing to announce their names and positions, I was afraid that Mr. Ming would not be able to hear.

……

Holding his cane, Xiang Luan was stunned by the laughter for several seconds, and squatted side by side with his manager: "...Brother Zhao."

"It's hopeless." The agent sighed, "There are so many people, they don't add up to be 20 years old."

Xiang Luan turned his head, looked at his bright smile that didn't match what he said, and immediately grinned happily: "Brother Zhao, do you want to add you?"

"Gajiajia! I'm three years and seven months old!" The manager was furious, and shook Luan vigorously, "There are so many people, why did you find it first! What kind of luck are you doing? Why are you in the pile of stones?" Can the general manager pick it up if you run around?!"

of course.Xiang Luan was so complacent for a second that he raised his head: "I have a telepathic connection with my brother."

He was too eager to see it, and he was gearing up to sneak in without any trace. He just jumped off the rock when Fang Hang came over and stretched out his hand.

Xiang Luan was stunned for two seconds, then quickly handed over the cane in his arms, blushing and coughing embarrassedly: "Brother Fang, that..."

"No." Manager Fang took the cane calmly, "This is the way adults celebrate."

Huaisheng Entertainment's age limit for the adult group was twenty, and Xiang Luan was only a few months behind.

This kid was so lucky that by accident, he was the first to meet the general manager in front of so many people.

He was also rescued by the general manager.

He also lost his way with the general manager.

If I'm not mistaken, it seems that I was the first to hug the general manager and drown the general manager with tears.

The manager felt dizzy thinking about it, and before Xiang Luan continued to smugly smack, he covered his mouth and dragged the person away from the scene in time.

Fang Hang put away his stick carefully and walked over with it.

This group of people fought for a long time, and finally got a fight over who would carry their President Ming.

The manager of the legal department has not practiced in vain in the gym all these years, and he is still the same as before, reciting Mingchi firmly, and turning his head and whispering as before: "Close your eyes when you are tired."

Ming Chi's complexion was very good, he shook his head slightly, his eyes were still clear: "I'm not tired."

This sentence made the group of people very happy again.Several hands reached out again, wanting to touch their boss Ming's hair, but Fang Hang patted them back one by one: "Don't you want a hairstyle? Don't you want an image?"

Those people stopped immediately and nodded guiltyly: "Yes, yes."

Ming Chi was drawn to laugh by them.

His hair was shorter than before, but it wasn't enough to be messed up so that he couldn't get it back. He shook his head slightly, and the forehead hair became loose again: "It's okay, it's not a one-off."

Of course, the manager of the artist department can't control the general manager.Seeing this group of people stretching out their hands in front of each other arrogantly, Fang Hang laughed angrily, "Take it easy! Just touch it, this is the pillar of our company..."

Without his instructions, the strength of the other people was originally quite light, and even when they were messing around just now, they were actually completely controlled.

During this period of time, they checked too much information, if they hadn't been soaking in that patient forum, they wouldn't have found that post by accident.

Although it is clear that one month has passed since the operation, but one month is really short.They watch the recovery process anxiously every day, wondering what stage Ming Chi has recovered to, whether other physical problems have been resolved, and whether those old injuries are well healed.

They want to know this too much, and they are too embarrassed to ask.So I took the opportunity, controlled the strength completely and cautiously, touched and touched that person carefully, and tried to shake Ming Chi's hand.When he found that the opponent was holding back with equal strength, his eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

Of course Ming Chi felt that his original plan was actually to reappear in a healthier way than now, and he was somewhat regretful: "In fact, it won't break if you touch it twice."

"No." Fang Hang said, "Don't get used to them too much, or these people will run around the beach behind your back. Turn around and find out where you live, and steal you away in the middle of the night."

Others were immediately unconvinced and refuted in a hurry, and then slowly turned into complaints.

A lot of things happened during this period, they all wanted to tell Ming Chi, and in a short while, it turned into an accusation against the manager of the artist department who was completely workaholic during this period, as if he didn't need to sleep, and crazily oppressed them.

Fang Hang is not the only workaholic, and it's not just the artist department's office that doesn't get off work or turn off the lights in the middle of the night.Manager Fang called the roll call on the spot, but he was unconvinced when he was called, and turned around to expose the others.

Mr. Ming never pulls sides, listens quietly, doesn't speak, just laughs along.

……

Still the same as before.

During this period of time, I have experienced too many things.Of course, they no longer put all the burden on the general manager as before, and Ming Chi will never stop suddenly and be left somewhere in a daze.

But other than that, just get together again—five minutes at the most—and the rest will be the same as before.

Ming Chi was carried away by them, and a group of people talked in a hurry.

No drafting at all, just say what comes to mind, Ming Chi listens quietly and carefully with a smile.

He has been listening carefully.

You don't need to speak, just look at those eyes, you can tell by looking at what he does.

Fang Hang crossed his arms and watched these people expose their old background and sue each other.He met Ming Chi's questioning gaze, knew what the other person wanted to ask, and replied in a low voice: "Brother Kuang is looking at home on the beach, and he will see it in a while."

Ming Chi blinked, nodded, and continued to look at him quite seriously.

Fang Hang pretended not to understand: "Is there anything else?"

This time, not only the general manager Ming who was being carried on his back, but a group of people turned around and stared at him condemningly.

Fang Hang coughed, and immediately cooperated to sort out the report: "I can talk, I can talk, I suddenly called out a few days ago, but I don't know who to call, and I'm still looking everywhere."

"Why is my son learning to speak so slowly?" Fang Hang sighed solemnly, "Is he not smart?"

General manager Ming corrected him: "Smart talk late."

Fang Hang nodded with a smile, and took out his phone.

His son was born prematurely and was weak. He suffered from several illnesses one after another. It took more than a year before he was completely hospitalized. He started off much slower than children of the same age in all aspects.

But no one can say anything about children.

Some have been clever since they were young, and they can learn everything quickly, while others are slow to learn at first, but then they suddenly become enlightened and can catch up in the blink of an eye.

Fang Hang's son's language explosion began when he learned to call him "Little Uncle".Afterwards, the child never stopped talking, screaming at everything he saw, and enjoying everything he saw. While the parents were relieved, they hadn't slept soundly for several nights.

Ming Chi looked at the video on his cell phone, and saw the healthy, thick-headed little boy waving his arms, smiling and babbling as little uncle, and then slightly opened his eyes wide.

Ming Chi's eyes were bright, he carefully watched the video twice before returning the phone to Fang Hang: "I remember."

Fang Hang was holding the mobile phone of the manager of the marketing department and being scolded by the manager of the film and television department. When he turned around and heard this sentence, he was so pleasantly surprised that he almost threw the phone into the seawater that was already overflowing with high tide: "Remember what?"

"Remember this." Ming Chi's eyes were bent, and the same youthful air came out again, "I have a group of very good friends, and one of them has a son."

"I've been waiting to be a little uncle," he said.

……

It took the mature management a little more time to adjust from the state of holding their President Ming up to the sky while cheering and throwing them, and regain their usual composure and calmness.

The calm managers returned to the beach, appeased their respective departments, and squatted in a row behind the reef to be scolded by the manager of the film and television department.

Gourd Baby saves Grandpa.

Xiang Luan disappeared and couldn't be contacted, so the management went to find him.

The management quickly disappeared and was completely unreachable.

Kuang Li stayed on the chilly beach and led the company people to watch the sunset. He waited until the last bit of the sun fell into the water, and when it was dark and even the bonfire was lit, he hadn't waited for anyone to reply to him.

If the manager hadn't brought Xiang Luan back to report the letter, Kuang Li would have really started to wonder if there was some powerful organization nearby that stripped all these people and soaked them in seawater on the pillars, otherwise no one would be able to answer the phone.

"It's okay if you don't have time to answer the phone."

Kuang Li asked, "Why did you come back so slowly? Did he make you uncomfortable?"

With his brother's permission, Xiang Luan broadcast the news to the entire beach within 3 minutes.Of course Kuang Li heard it too.

For such a long time, it is completely enough to adjust the state.Kuang Li was much more sensible than the rest of them, and his first reaction was to worry about Ming Chi's physical condition.

The bonfire on the beach was bright, and the atmosphere was extremely lively, and the guitar sound was more than twice as loud as before.

Kuang Li didn't see them bringing Mingchi back, so he frowned and lowered his voice: "Didn't we discuss it earlier, we must not make trouble with him?"

"It's not...it's a lot of trouble." The manager of the marketing department explained in a low voice, "It's just a little trouble."

The main reason is that they are always too powerful.

How can he recover so well in such a short period of time, so reassuring, and so joyful.

Why is he so handsome? After being hugged and rubbed by them, it doesn't affect his image at all. After a little tidying up, he still looks like he can take a group of hard photos in place.

"It's true that I came back late. I walked slowly on the road and wanted him to rest for a while."

The manager of the legal department admitted: "It's not complete yet. It's so light that it doesn't carry much weight."

It was because of this that it was agreed a long time ago that there must be no trouble when meeting.Kuang Li had a headache and rubbed his temples vigorously: "Where did you carry him?"

When Ming Chi said he would come, he would never break his promise, but the only ones who came back were these few department managers.

Kuang Li is the one who reads patient forums the most among them, and he can almost memorize all kinds of situations in it.He was really worried, and stood up to find someone: "Where's Fang Hang?"

A group of people were waiting for him to ask this, and immediately smiled: "Come over with Mr. Ming."

Kuang Li took two steps and stopped in astonishment: "What?"

"After chasing Luan so many times, my legs hurt and it's the beach again, so I may have to walk slowly." The manager of the marketing department couldn't hold back his joy any longer, and smiled to help Ming Chi spread the word, "Let's play first, until the end of the game." He was there when it was the busiest."

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, maybe someone has been secretly tipping off the news.After he finished speaking, the people on the beach burst into loud cheers.

Kuang Li took a few quick steps around the reef, but he was still standing in the falling shadow, only to regain his senses after being patted hard on the shoulder by others.

He didn't walk over, and the other managers were not in a hurry.

Fang Hang also greeted him, walked over, and gestured behind him with a smile.

They always get together, squatting or standing with their arms crossed, watching the cheering and shouting on the beach, which is so lively that it almost lights up the night, and seeing the excited smiles on everyone's faces.

Ming Chi was sent back to everyone.

Someone jumped over to add firewood, and the bonfire became brighter than before in an instant.The wood was crackling, and occasionally bright red hot sparks floated up and were carried into the night by the wind.

They didn't stop others from joining, anyone could play along.Some passers-by who didn't know who came in were really curious. When they asked who came, the atmosphere suddenly became so lively, and they got all kinds of answers.

Some talked about the general manager, some talked about idols, and some said they were the pillars of their company. Later, the scope of interviews was expanded to include the managers who joined in, and there were more friends, buddies, and sons and uncles.

...But what the idol and Taizhuzi said is quite credible.

After all, the person who came here was so handsome, and his temperament was outstanding at first glance. Even if he was originally a friendship with a film and television entertainment company specializing in this industry, he was not inferior at all among a group of artists.

He was sitting there, and people from their company kept running there, delivering food, drinks, and freshly grilled meat skewers.

A few little guitarists in T-shirts and hoodies with colorful heads pushed each other, squeezed each other, and finally all mustered up the courage to rush forward to ask for autographs.

10 minutes passed, and there were still people jumping around the beach in excitement holding a guitar signed by their idol.

"Do you want to press the news?" The manager of the public relations department rubbed his forehead, sighed softly and laughed, "If this quarrel continues, public opinion will explode tomorrow."

But even if it explodes, there will be no problem at all... After all, the whole network is waiting for Mr. Luo to come back.

They have already done enough groundwork and guidance, and the Ming family's news and press conferences have also fully cooperated. When interviewed by a paper media, Ming Weiting had already explained part of the situation.

The reason why the missing list has not been changed until now is because no one has found Luo Zhi, and the Luo family has even processed a death certificate for him.

If even the immediate family members have given up searching and confirming their death, the cruise company naturally has no right to change the list.

As for the Ming family, after this shipwreck, they did rescue one person from the sea.

It's just that the other party's condition is too weak, and even his life was in danger at one point, and he doesn't have any identification documents on him.

Two months have passed just to take care of those illnesses and injuries.After the other party woke up, his memory was severely lost, and it was difficult to recall any past events.

"So he no longer has a past, and now he is a member of the Ming family."

In the interview video released on the official website of the paper media, Ming Weiting's expression was very flat, as if he was saying something that couldn't be more simple common sense: "The young master of the Ming family will go to comprehensive formal training in the future to accumulate experience and gain knowledge. After obtaining relevant qualifications, be the new captain of our family."

This short interview clip was clipped into the two-hour interview, and the rest were all related to the handling of the shipwreck, the safety science of ship navigation and the introduction of the cruise business, which was quite boring and lengthy.

It seems that this incident was brought up as a simple supplementary explanation of the "missing persons" link in the handling of shipwrecks.

However, in the comment area under Huaisheng Entertainment's official blog, which was eagerly waiting, he grasped the connection keenly in an instant, and quickly combined with the previous conjecture of Mr. Luo's illness to sort out the facts that are quite close to the truth.

That night, the public relations department collectively watched for a long time, and found that there was nothing they needed to do, so they were relieved and regretted to withdraw.

The manager of the public relations department went to the general manager's office to grab a meal and read comments to a group of people who gathered to cook hot pot and drink beer.

"I can't sleep. I don't know if I'm alone or not. I can't sleep today."

"It must be! There is only one missing person on the missing list, so we can't rescue a mermaid out of thin air, right?"

"It must be. Looking at the gossip news, the Luo family has already started dancing."

"I went to see him. His wonderful parents are looking for a doctor to treat him everywhere. They want him to remember and take him home to treat him well."

"How to cure? Every link can lead to memory damage. Brain occupation itself is dangerous. If it is because of this reason, the lost memory will never be retrieved. In addition to drowning, hypoxia and suffocation, the family tortured people like that ...It can only be said that self-inflicted evil, jumping is useless."

"Where are there parents? Didn't the Luo family even issue death certificates for them? It doesn't matter at all, okay? That's the young master of the Ming family, from the Ming family, surnamed Ming."

"To be honest, it's lucky that people can survive. The chance of survival is really too slim... But it's a pity that all the memories of the past are gone."

"As far as his past memory is concerned, what's the point of keeping it, and continue to let his family suck his blood?"

"It's good if you don't remember, just start a new life from scratch!"

"What a big deal it is to no longer have the past? It's great to have a future and a future!"

……

The comment area was excited for half the night, and people gathered to fulfill their wishes under the blessing video, and suddenly remembered something very important.

Back to reality.The head of the public relations department held the mobile phone and asked the bonfire party in front of him, "I don't remember anything, can I wait until Mr. Luo comes back to make his debut?"

Fang Hang and Kuang Li exchanged glances, were silent for a while, and shook their heads.

"There is no need to suppress the news, and there is no need to deliberately control public opinion."

Fang Hang said, "He won't go back."

Xiang Luan was still too young, he only knew how to be happy, and he couldn't think of this for the time being.

Seeing Mingchi and hearing Mingchi saying that he is willing to go to the beach with them, all the managers know in their hearts that Mingchi has already made the final decision.

This decision did not surprise anyone at all.

It doesn't matter whether it's Luo Zhi or Ming Chi—from the very beginning, he didn't want to enjoy the attention of the public or be full of flowers, so he jumped onto the stage with his guitar in his arms and sang his favorite songs.

He just wants to play with more people, to try more happy things, and to go to the place where he can be seen under the spotlight, to the elder who has been taking care of and protecting him.

For him, this circle has too many unspoken rules and rules, too restrictive and not free, and there are too many things that make people unhappy.

If Ming Chi still had the idea of ​​making a new debut, he wouldn't have come with them today completely unprepared.

If that's the case, Fang Hang and the others will leave Brother Kuang here alone the next second they see Ming Chi and bring the company's employees and artists to a bonfire to blow the cold wind.

The others all went back to the company with Ming Chi while it was quiet, and asked them to go back to the general manager's office, which hadn't changed at all, to nestle comfortably in the corner of the sofa, and chat with each other about the next arrangements for the night.

The reason why Ming Chi would come with them, would sit here and play with everyone, was actually a farewell before leaving.

After the Luo family processed the death certificate, the relevant information was also sealed up, and there was no way to prove that he had any relationship with the missing second son of the Luo family.Everything that belongs to Luo Zhi's identity has also come to an end.

They will always meet as friends and make appointments to have dinner when they are free.But after tonight, the guitarist who was once a star and is now a huge fan, will never do any work as an artist again.

……

"Wait a minute." Kuang Li couldn't listen anymore, "Why did you throw me here?"

"Are you from the film and television department? He doesn't act, so he won't be able to help you discussing singers."

Fang Hang elbowed the people around him: "And he hasn't said hello to Mr. Ming until now."

A few other people immediately reacted, took pictures of the team, and followed up like a repeater: "Don't say hello to Mr. Ming, say hello to Mr. Ming..."

Kuang Li got a headache from being read by these people, he was stunned for a while and laughed, then took a deep breath and said, "Go!"

He pushed the person away and strode towards Ming Chi.

The sand is so soft that no footsteps can be heard.Ming Chi noticed the figure, raised his gaze, and his eyes lit up.

Kuang Li didn't stop until he walked in front of him.

In the past, Ming Chi seldom sat in such a bright place—he didn’t find a corner of the reef by himself like before, but sat among the people, around the bonfire.

The windbreaker is really easy to get sand, so it was folded and temporarily put aside.

The bonfire is bright and warm, and it will not catch a cold at all.The bright complexion was well reflected by the flames, the cuffs were rolled up to the elbows, and the collar was unbuttoned. It looked almost like the age when Mr. Luo met them for the first time.

"Brother Kuang." Ming Chi smiled and raised his hand, "Long time no see."

Kuang Li slowly showed a smile on his face, bent down to pull him up from the soft sand, and hugged him again: "Long time no see."

He did those things to Jian Huaiyi, he no longer concealed his methods and calculations at all, and he no longer looked like the good old man in Mr. Luo's impression.

In fact, he didn't know whether Ming Chi would have doubts about the past because of this.Of course, Ming Chi doesn't remember what happened back then, but there are ways to know what happened back then.

It's just that when he walked over, he suddenly realized that his own thoughts alone were not as good as other people's understanding of Ming Chi.

It's no wonder that group of guys planned to bring Ming Chi to a meeting and they wanted to throw him here.

"Mr. Ming." Kuang Li whispered, "Did I forget to tell you that our company is my favorite company, and I want to work here forever?"

Ming Chi slowly blinked his eyes.

"Okay." He doesn't actually remember, but he can remember now, "When we are all old, we will still play together."

Kuang Li laughed out loud.

He seemed to relax completely in an instant, hugged Mingchi tightly, and let go of his arms: "Welcome back."

"Walk around and look around, you will feel good." Kuang Li said, "Remember to come back and play with us."

Bright eyes curled up.

He raised his eyes, his eyes were brightly illuminated by the fire, and nodded slightly.

……

Behind the reef not far away, a group of people who probed their brains finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's very good...it's just a pity."

The head of the public relations department had already made up his mind, so he stopped working and put away his mobile phone: "President Xiao Luo plays the guitar so well."

Fang Hang was only half-joking, and then took over the conversation: "Who says you can't always play well?"

"Are you playing well now?"

The head of the marketing department immediately became excited, and then became discouraged: "No, no, it's agreed that I will no longer be an artist."

"Who says you can't play the guitar if you don't become an artist." The Minister of Legal Affairs said, "It's not stipulated in the law, is it? An artist is just a job, and needs to cooperate with the company's planned development route. You need to receive endorsement dividends, and you need to go on shows and receive publicity. , to deal with the mess of public opinion."

The Minister of Legal Affairs said: "You can go to the Grassland Music Festival without being an artist, and you can hold a concert and play with a group of people without being an artist."

Everyone was stunned for a while, and their thoughts were suddenly opened. Immediately, they got together in high spirits, and even Kuang Li came over: "Hurry up, vote, do you want to start now? Create a department that is responsible for this..."

A group of people buried their heads in the discussion for a long time, almost drafting all the regulations related to the new department vigorously, and finally asked Ming Chi for his thoughts.

The manager of the marketing department lost in the boxing game and was pushed out. He took a deep breath and hesitated: "Ming, Mr. Ming——"

Ming Chi has already changed back into his windbreaker.He was pulled over by those little die-hard fans, and stood by the rock, watching Xiang Luan compete with a few little guitarists.

Hearing the marketing manager's voice, Ming Chi turned around and looked at him curiously.

"That's it." The marketing manager asked in a low voice, "Do you still want to play the guitar?"

Ming Chi smiled: "I'm thinking about it."

The manager of the marketing department was going to be a little more devious, and heard the answer before it was ready, and then got stuck when he was ready.

"Wait a minute." Ming Chi said, "I'll be right back."

Seeing that Xiang Luan had finished a difficult piece of music, he took his cane, walked over slowly, and said a few words to Xiang Luan.

Xiang Luan's eyes lit up for a moment, he almost jumped up, and immediately handed him the guitar.

"Brother, is your house over there? Do you want me to run and get you some clothes?"

Xiang Luan wanted to hear him play the guitar so much, he quickly connected the pickup in his hand, and turned around Ming Chi: "It's not easy to play in this, right? There's a dressing room over there, I'll get it for you, soon ..."

"No need." Ming Chi gave him a popular science, "You can also play the guitar while wearing a windbreaker, it's cool and handsome."

Xiang Luan immediately believed it, and opened his eyes wide: "Really?!"

Ming Chi laughed, didn't say much, just walked to the sand pile and sat down.Putting his stick aside, he lowered his head and tried the strings twice while holding the guitar.

He played a piece that no one had ever heard.

Xiang Luan is his die-hard fan and has listened to all the songs written by Ming Chi repeatedly.Different from those lively and lively tunes in the past, this time the tune is quite soft and warm from the beginning, like stars falling, being swept by the wind and falling into the tide.

……

Xiang Luan didn't even know that his piano could play so quietly and gently.

The tunes flowing from the strings made the area around the campfire gradually quieter, and the pickups sent the sound farther away. Gradually, some people stopped what they were doing and stood on tiptoe to look over.

Ming Chi sat beside the bonfire, with his eyes downcast, concentrating on playing the piano.

In Xiang Luan's hands, that piano has always been enthusiastic and unrestrained.But now, those steel strings seemed to suddenly become docile in Ming Chi's hands, and he followed his hands to caress the flowing notes.

Sometimes, even the simplest and least virtuoso tune has a strange power to hold people back.

Xiang Luan listened to those tunes.He couldn't fully understand what Ming Chi wanted to say with this song, perhaps because he hadn't experienced so many things, so he couldn't understand it clearly enough and clearly enough for the time being... But the wind was still in the sound of the piano. down.

The wind and tide become quiet, and the sound of music makes people feel warm.

The moonlight seems to melt into the waves, making it bright, and the starlight is scattered in it, rising and falling with the regular waves.

This kind of softness, which is so quiet that it seems to make people sleep peacefully, is certainly not the whole of the song.It didn't take long for the tune on the piano to show a kind of vitality.

This kind of vitality is not blazing, but more like a kind of bright and soft vitality that can be seen everywhere in the world. It is not too conspicuous, but the rain can't extinguish it, and the night can't swallow it.

Suddenly another guitar was stuffed into Luan's hand.

He froze for a moment, looked at Fang Hang who was gesturing towards him, his eyes lit up suddenly, and then looked at Ming Chi again.

Ming Chi nodded slightly, with a smile in his eyes.He was not in a hurry to continue playing down, found a suitable node, and repeated the tune several times.

Xiang Luan memorized it thoroughly, and played the harmony with the guitar that was stuffed in.

Next, several more guitars were added one after another.

Then there are clarinets and violins—there just happened to be a bar nearby, and the instruments of the resident band were urgently borrowed, and even the piano stand of the electronic organ was carried on the beach.

The entertainers of Huaisheng Entertainment are all here.All of the music players were picked by Ming Chi himself at the beginning. They are talented and inspired, plus one or two years of targeted professional skills training, each of them can choose a stage individually.

Artists he had handpicked gave him harmonies, and no instrument would overpower that guitar.

They chase the warm and bright tune that almost makes people cry, as if they want to wrap up those clear and soft piano sounds, and they seem to send it to a farther place.

The guitar tone starts to get brighter and brighter.

It was a luminosity of total freedom that seemed golden, almost brilliant.

It was as if a wind swept over the bonfire, bringing up countless bright sparks, following the trail of falling stars, and flying to the sky higher than the clouds.

The strings were beating almost non-stop, crisp, light and clear, matching Flamenco's signature wheel sweep - Xiang Luan was quite aware that he still couldn't play this section at all.He knows better than anyone what kind of musical talent and how much work it takes to achieve this.

They played happily along with this guitar.

There is no better stage than the beach at night. It is empty and quiet, the tide is surging, and the wind keeps sending music to the distance. They accompany him and go to further places.

It seems to be able to go anywhere, to the end of the world.

Bright eyes reflect the moon and the bonfire, as well as the figure in front of him.He looked at every face in front of him seriously, and suddenly the guitar in his arms erupted with a burst of blazing and scalding that everyone present was all too familiar with.

Fang Hang almost jumped up, he dragged Kuangli forward a few steps, and stood not far from the fire.

A smile burst out of his bright eyes.

He hugged the guitar and strummed his strings heartily and vigorously.

The beach was ignited in an instant, the bonfire was brightly lit, and the sea surface was red, as if it was burning unscrupulously in the sea.

The whole beach became lively in an instant, people began to shout and applaud, followed by the loud drum set in the bar, and more and more people clapped their hands together red.

Ming Chi holds the guitar and looks up.

There are ships moored in the port tonight, but they are not covered by the night as in memory, only a vague and faintly discernible outline remains.

The cruise ship kept turning on the lights in response to him, and the searchlights swept in his direction, reflecting the water brightly.

The light depicts the cruise ship very clearly, and a huge shadow is reflected in the water.

The fire burned along the sea.

The cruise ship was quiet for a while, and suddenly the lights came on.