They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

This impromptu beach concert lasted quite a while.

The most fiery and bright part of the piece belongs to the guitar solo.The guitar led everyone to cheer continuously, one melody after another went up, and it stopped neatly at the last tail.

The people around still felt dissatisfied, clapping and shouting encore loudly, but Ming Chi had already stopped pressing the string with a smile.

He put one hand on the string and raised the other.

He had never done this before, although in fact he probably thought quite a lot—maybe it was the Grassland Music Festival that he remembered at a glance, or maybe his aunt was holding him up at that time, and happily shouted that it was so cool. I must do this to show my aunt...

At this moment, the memory is not so clear, but the feeling that followed has been extraordinarily clear and obvious.

In the breathless silence, Ming Chi raised his hand, paused for three seconds, and snapped his fingers.

The beach is completely lit.

All the instruments that accompany him are radiant in an instant.

The melodies just now were accurately transferred to different instruments, and there were different style changes immediately, but they were extremely harmonious when combined.

Xiang Luan took back his guitar from Ming Chi, clutching the signature pen he snatched from someone, eyes full of excitement, hesitant to speak.Ming Chi chuckled and sighed, signed for him on the guitar that he pushed in front of her, and wrote a special message.

He patted Xiang Luan on the back lightly, and let Xiang Luan jump to the center of the venue with the guitar.

Xiang Luan was so happy that he shouted at the top of his voice, shook the guitar vigorously, and rolled with joy.The sand was soft, and he had already put his hands on the piano when he jumped up, and the strings burst into gorgeous variations.

The hot and bright light of the bonfire reflected on everyone's face, and every pair of eyes was bright.

They usually train together and have classes together. Of course, it is not the first time to play an ensemble, but it is the first time to feel such a strong tacit understanding and enthusiasm.No rhythm is natural, no coordination is comfortable, and the corners of the mouth are raised as if they cannot be pressed back.

The last melody is not over yet, some star-chasing guitarists have already clicked on the shopping software and filled the shopping cart with trench coats.

Ming Chi sat on the sand pile, listening to the symphony carefully and quietly.He looked at the scene in front of him with complete concentration, enough to keep everything in his mind.

Then he looked back in another direction - the most enthusiastic guitar solo just now, he has been only looking in this direction.Ming Chi looked at the corner near the reef, with a smile in his eyes, and turned around to get the walking stick beside him.

Xiang Luan had been watching Ming Chi's movements, immediately dropped the phone that was still on the shopping cart page, jumped up and rushed over to help his brother.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Fang Hang grabbed him firmly and pushed him back onto the beach by his collar.

"Quickly miss this village, there is no such store!"

Xiang Luan was already used to being picked up, but he was still in a hurry: "I have to go to my brother for advice on how he has improved. This time the solo is too amazing! The fluency, the emotion, the contagion... "

Fang Hang is a complete layman in music, but he might be able to answer this question.

The group of them had already hidden behind the rocks on the other side in time, Fang Hang pressed Xiang Luan firmly to prevent him from jumping too high, and gestured calmly.

Xiang Luan didn't know what was going on, so he poked his head out to look around, and when he saw the situation not far away, his eyes widened instantly.

……

He got a special autograph written by the idol he admired and admired the most, and he felt that he must be a super lucky fan, but he didn't expect that there were fans luckier than him.

Not only took away the cane, but also replaced the position of the cane by himself.

He also talked and laughed with his idol and walked slowly.

There is a section of the beach that is submerged by the rising tide, and it is still possible to bend down and hug someone firmly.

You can even touch your idol's hair.

"See clearly?" Fang Hang patted Xiang Luan and lowered his voice, "Where did they go?"

Xiang Luan originally wanted to ask how he was chasing stars and if there were any cheats, but when he heard Fang Hang's extraordinarily serious and nervous questioning, he swallowed dryly: "Come on...we're here."

Fang Hang's eyes widened instantly.

"Really." Xiang Luan thought carefully, "It must be our direction, there is nothing wrong..."

Fang Hang didn't wait for him to finish, he pushed back to Luan, and went out to have a look.

In fact, they had discovered a very special fan a long time ago, but they couldn't help being curious, and wanted to inquire nearby to see if they could find any clues.

The place to hide behind the reef is not spacious, and it may be exposed if you are not careful.

The others huddled together in fear, seeing Fang Hang's reaction, they knew it was not good. They wanted to slip behind the rocks and evacuate as soon as possible, but it was still a step too late.

Fang Hang coughed forcefully, gestured to the people behind him, and stood up quite solemnly: "President Ming."

The sand here has started to harden.Ming Chi didn't need to support him, he stood on the reef, a little curious: "So serious?"

...that of course has to be serious.

Had they known this development would have occurred, they would all have collectively worn suits and ties.

At least he must be able to support their general manager.

Regardless of whether it works or what it is used for... There must be a certain style, so that people know that they are all bright people.

Fang Hang has met Ming Lu many times, and he immediately recognized the smiling manager of the Ming family who was following behind, and glanced at the slippers and beach pants of the marketing manager.

The general manager himself does not have this concept at all.

Ming Chi had a great time playing tonight, and seeing everyone having fun made him even happier. Although his body was inevitably a little tired, he was still very energetic.

The managers of Huaisheng Entertainment failed to appear on the stage in their best condition. They regretted childishly for five seconds before letting go of their thoughts. Looking at Ming Chi's state, they couldn't help but smile.

"We just had a meeting, and we will come to the beach every year in the future, and we will play music and light a bonfire together."

Fang Hang smiled and said, "The day is set for today, the Huaisheng Beach Music Festival."

They just got together to supplement the relevant knowledge, and introduced the arrangement in a few words, which seemed to be the case.Ming Chi's eyes also lit up: "Do you have an internal ticket?"

Fang Hang exchanged glances with others: "That's hard to say."

They wanted to try to invite Ming Chi to come back to play guitar every two or three years.But I was worried that it would be too intensive. After all, the other party must have a lot of other things to do, and he had to receive systematic training to be the captain.

For so many years, Ming Chi has been stumbled by various reasons and people, and these reasons and people even include them-so Ming Chi also has a considerable reason to do whatever he wants to do.

"Audience seats must be quite popular, especially VIP seats. None of us may be able to grab a seat."

The managers haven't fully recovered from the blow of the failure to snatch the boat ticket, and they collectively felt heartbroken when they heard this.Kuang Li took up the conversation amidst resentment, and continued, "But..."

"It can be changed." Ming Chi reached into his coat pocket, "I have an invitation letter."

Kuang Li was still thinking about the content of "but", paused for a moment, and suddenly asked: "What invitation letter?"

It took a little longer for the others to recover, but they also came to their senses one after another, and suddenly guessed what Ming Chi was looking for them for, and stared at them one after another.

Ming Chi no longer suppressed the curvature of the corner of his mouth, he also imitated these people, clearing his throat solemnly.

He also just got these from Uncle Lu, took his hand out of the pocket of the windbreaker, and there was a stack of rather delicate envelopes: "Invitation letter for cruise trip, I am a trainee on board, and I can invite friends."

Some managers seem quite calm, but they have already secretly stepped on Manager Fang's feet.

Fang Hang stepped back steadily, walked up to Ming Chi, and asked in a low voice, "Is it convenient? Would it be inappropriate—"

"will not."

Behind Ming Chi, the lucky fan who came over replied: "We will invite all our friends."

This sentence seems to be adding something to the second half of the sentence. Fang Hang was stunned for a few seconds before returning to his senses, and quickly stretched out his hand: "Mr. Ming."

Ming Weiting had heard Ming Chi introduce these people, nodded, and shook hands with him: "Thank you."

Fang Hang could understand what he was saying, and shook his head dumbly: "It would be nice if we could work earlier... We don't know how to thank Mr. Ming."

The turmoil has passed and everything is back on track, but seeing Ming Chi resting on the reef supported by Manager Ming, they still can't help expressing regret.

Because everything has changed for the better, so there is no need to say this regret, but the 19-year-old guitarist jumped onto the stage vigorously, and it has only been less than four years.

……

It would be great if they could really work earlier and get people back earlier.

"He's still going to be healthy, it's just going to take time."

Ming Weiting seemed to know what they were thinking: "I will invite him to travel to sea for a period of time to recuperate and recover."

The few people were waiting for this answer. They exchanged glances quickly, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

——Actually, on the way here, Ming Chi had already promised them that he would be healthy in the future.

But when they were together in the past, Mr. Luo was playing games in the corner of the sofa with his pillow in his arms. It was very difficult for him to stand up, but he still firmly believed in his health every day.

Considering that the general manager has always been too loose in judging this matter, they still need to hear another strong evidence before they can completely relax.

"Okay, that's good." Fang Hang nodded immediately, "You can rest for a while longer, for a long time, and there is no rush at all."

"We also really want him to rest, to be free to do what he wants to do, without having to worry about the people around him."

Fang Hang said: "He should do what he likes, and we will never disturb him."

Speaking of this sentence, Fang Hang suddenly stopped talking.

He remembered the night when the interview footage was circulated, the crew of "Flame" contacted them late at night, and the call was urgent.

The two parties have been cooperating during this period of time, and Zhao Lan is calling to inquire about the situation on behalf of Director Gong—it is not an official confirmation process, and it will never be rumored.They just want to get a slightly more precise answer in their personal capacity.

Zhao Lan called and took the liberty of interrupting Mr. Gong, wanting to ask the answer.

Zhao Lan herself actually wanted to ask that answer more.

"I won't bother you, definitely not." Zhao Lan was too aware of the situation, and repeatedly assured him on the phone, "Whether it's him or not, it will take a long time to recuperate, and he must be absolutely stable."

Zhao Lan herself has experienced very similar things, and she knows this feeling too well—it took her 13 years, accompanied by relatives, and supported by her lover, to finally get out of the shadow of the original.

Until now, she was not fully prepared to touch the past, things related to the past, and meet familiar people.

So she knows better than anyone else that this kind of thing must not be rushed.

Regardless of whether Mingchi has returned to the right track or started a new life, as long as Mingchi is not ready, she will not rush to disturb her.

……

Just like before she came, my sister repeatedly mentioned to her that the boy who was stopped outside the ward holding the shell boat, had red eyes and absolutely refused to be seen by others, and told them clearly word by word, My sister will be fine.

After the death certificate was confirmed, Zhao Lan received the relic left by Luo Zhi from the trust agency.

At that time, Luo Zhi didn't know anything about the crew, and she didn't know that she came with gifts from the whole family, and wanted to give her brother a big surprise.

Luo Zhi thought she was still living far away.

In these years, Luo Zhi would actually write letters, and her younger sister would reply. Luo Zhi knew that she had a happy family and a very good husband, but she often had nightmares.

Luo Zhi wrote a long letter, telling her that she was going abroad, traveling, and seeing the scenery.

Luo Chi told her that he wanted to take a boat out to sea to play guitar for the waves, to paint sunrises on the top of mountains, to make friends with many people, to do many wonderful and interesting things, and it might take many, many years. to come back.

Luo Zhi said in the letter that my sister wants to live the happiest life forever, and he will help her to drive away her nightmares. My sister is the bravest sister.

Luo Zhi slept in the water.He didn't know that Zhao Lan had already learned everything, that Zhao Lan was very aware that it was a relic, and that nothing in it was true.

……

Zhao Lan has never said these words to anyone.

She didn't get the bad news all of a sudden.She has always been prepared, and has continued to do psychological counseling and counseling over the years. The counselor talked to her a lot.

So even after receiving that letter, she already had the ability to regulate her mental and emotional state.

Zhao Lan made an appointment with her husband, and in the future, she will take her brother's letter to go out to sea and climb mountains, and take him to see the scenery described in his letter, whether it is really as beautiful as he imagined.

She thought her emotions had been well regulated—so she didn't even know why she couldn't help it all of a sudden tonight.

When I saw the news circulating on the Internet and knew that my brother had just forgotten everything, but there was still hope and possibility of survival, I suddenly hugged my husband and cried so hard that I couldn't stop no matter what.

Even Zhao Lan herself didn't know why she couldn't sleep tonight, but felt distressed, happy, and couldn't help but want to cry, and wanted to tell all of this.

"It's true." Fang Hang finally replied to Zhao Lan, "Everything in the letter is true."

Every sentence is true, even if those contents are just a dream of Luo Zhi - they all become true in the end.

Their general manager never breaks his promise.Even if there are some things that have not yet been realized due to time and physical reasons, they will all become true in the end.

Fang Hang said: "He was too tired during this time, so he slept for a long time."

They didn't respond to anyone before this.So when he said this, Fang Hang himself seemed to have finally confirmed the matter: "He will be fine, he will have a new life, it is true."

That night, Zhao Lan and her husband talked with them for a long time on the phone.

Talking until there are no more tears, only pure relaxation and happiness, and impatient longing.

Zhao Lan's husband is a professor at a well-known dance academy, and he can be regarded as a small insider.The people are very gentle and cheerful, and we quickly got to know them, and we still sighed together that the tickets for the cruise were hard to get.

Xiang Luan's estimation was wrong, there are still many people in the world who can't get tickets - Zhao Lan and his wife have vacations recently, originally they wanted to take their brother's letter to take a cruise on the first stop to see the scenery on the sea.

The plan was quite satisfactory, but it fell apart at the first step.Zhao Lan's husband sent them a message today, lamenting the bad luck, and the same people who have fallen in the end of the world.

……

Fang Hang came back to his senses, just in time to see the marketing manager get up excitedly and shake the phone at him.

Zhao Lanhe was quite surprised and pleasantly surprised.They found the lottery page, registered their name and phone number with the mentality of giving it a try, and actually won a family vacation cruise group ticket. They are suggesting that friends of Huaisheng Entertainment should also try bravely.

The friends of Huaisheng Entertainment and their husband and wife hit it off right away, and they got to know each other very well in just a few days. The leader of the dance training group has always wanted to take a few artist students to see the performance of the professional group.

These people can talk about work about anything, and they are more interested when they hear that Zhao Lan's husband has a dance studio. Now they are chatting hotly on their mobile phones, and they plan to meet up before going on a trip.

Fang Hang met Kuang Li's gaze, rubbed his temples half with a headache and half dumbly, took a deep breath and exhaled.

To Ming Weiting, he expressed his sincere thanks again: "Really...we don't know how to thank Mr. Ming."

"If it's convenient." Ming Weiting said, "Can you release some shares? The Ming family will subscribe."

Fang Hang froze for a moment, raised his head and looked at the other party.

Because of Ming Chi, the "Mr." of the Ming family, who was feared by many people, was calm in front of them, and would not make them nervous at all - Fang Hang was mentally prepared for this.

But he never thought that the other party would take the initiative to propose such a thing.

It is of course no problem to release the shares to the Ming family.

At the beginning, they only wanted to ensure the absolute integrity of the equity, to ensure the absolute management rights of the original team over the company, and not to let irrelevant outsiders intervene.

Now that everything is on the right track, if the Ming family is willing to hold shares, it will only be beneficial to the future development.

For the public, this is the case, but for the private...they just want to return the company to Mingchi.

Almost at the same time that this idea popped up, Fang Hang suddenly came back to his senses and realized what the other party really meant: "General Manager—"

Fang Hang and Kuang Li looked at each other, and each other's eyes lit up in disbelief.

Fang Hang took a quick glance at Ming Chi who was resting not far away. He unconsciously lowered his voice and asked impatiently, "Is he still willing to be our general manager in the future?"

As soon as these words came out, the others immediately raised their heads and stared at them with burning eyes.

"If you can accept that the general manager is always absent from work, or let everything go."

Ming Weiting agreed to help Ming Chi discuss this matter, repeating the original words: "When you see a good script, good artists, and good resources, you can remember that you are still a general manager and help them catch them back."

Fang Hang almost laughed out loud: "Enough is enough—it's fine if you don't do these things!" He couldn't help but blame himself for being careless. He didn't even know to bring the share subscription agreement when he came to the beach. , still the same as before, very clean, just waiting for the general manager to come back at any time to play games and sleep."

"We are still the same as before, having dinner in the office, cooking hot pot, and there is still beer in the refrigerator." Fang Hang said, "The general manager is welcome to come back anytime to eat hot pot and drink beer."

His voice was a little uncontrollable, or maybe he didn't want to control it at all, and was blown by the wind so that General Manager Ming could hear him clearly.

The general manager is good at everything, but he is still the same as before, and his ears turn red when he hears these words.

Ming Chi propped himself up calmly, took his cane to get some air, and before he could take a few steps, he was surrounded by the team he brought out with his own hands.

Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu didn't even help.

Mr. Shadow also took the initiative to reach out his hand, rubbed his hair, and took the cane for him.

Ming Chi was lifted up involuntarily by several hands.

In one night, these people had thoroughly figured out Ming Chi's physical condition, they were both more measured and less measured than before, and happily lifted him up and threw him high.

……

Still the same as before.

Ming Chi's eyes widened, and he realized that he actually still remembered some rather vague fragments - he couldn't see any specific details at all, blurred to almost a silhouette, he remembered being thrown into the sky like this.

It seems that some great resources have been discussed, or it may be that the star performance of a certain drama has doubled their expectations by several times.

In fact, he can't remember all of these, he just remembers the feelings at that time.

His balance is affected by the old injury, and he is actually a little dizzy, but there is no need to be afraid, there are many hands below him that will catch him.

There was extremely excited noise all around, and Ming Chi laughed out loud, he was put down by the people who had had enough of the noise, and stood firm, stretching out his hands to hug everyone he could see.

There are still people who are willing to be left behind, a group of people squeezed in with all their strength, and they can't help but hug each other into a lump.

Xiang Luan's assurances sometimes go wrong.

For example, even a very mature and calm adult can't help but shed tears sometimes.

Seeing Ming Chi doing well, they were just happy.Seeing Ming Chi shining in the crowd, they were not only happy, but also honored.

Maybe only at this time.

They tried their best to keep the company, and finally returned it to the person who brought them here.And this person turned around and asked them with a smile if they still wanted to be themselves, and if they could still be the same as before.

The manager of the marketing department was the most disappointing and cried the loudest: "General manager, you are finally back, we miss you so much, we always miss you very much..."

Because he cried too loudly, he was likely to be heard by other company members, and the management would lose face, and was slapped silently by Manager Fang and Manager Kuang.

After killing chickens and monkeys, the rest of them dared not speak out, and poured out their tears in an orderly and orderly manner under the watchful supervision of those two people.

Ming Chi laughed, patted his shoulders one by one, and lightly patted his back.

"What a big deal." Ming Chi said with a smile, "It's fine."

The manager of the marketing department had just suppressed his crying, and when he heard him say the same tone and content as before, he quickly raised his hand and covered his mouth firmly.

It was a bit of a mistake, Fang Hang and Kuang Li didn't care about him this time.

How many times has it happened?Probably too many times.

I can't count.Mostly in the middle of the night, during this time no one does not work overtime until midnight.

When I feel terrible and can't continue working, I go to the general manager's office lightly and open the door.

Wind leaked in from the open windows, and the curtains were lifted gently.

It was as if someone was still in the room.

They stood at the door, as if they were listening to the young man every time he adjusted the company's development path, every time he had to take another step back, to a place where no one could see.

The figure nestled on the sofa and knocked on the computer. When he heard the sound, he raised his head. Seeing that each of these people was more frustrated and discouraged than him, he smiled helplessly: "Okay, what's the big deal..."

……

"What a big deal."

Ming Chi said softly, "It's okay."

"It's been hard work." Their little general manager said, "I'm back."