They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

The wind is neither cold nor hot tonight.

The moon is getting higher and higher, the tourists are slowly dispersing, and the beach gradually becomes quiet.

Many people in the company made appointments for the whole night, and Kuang Li carried them into the car one by one, and went to the nearby hotel that they had booked together to watch the sunrise tomorrow morning.

Fang Hang and the others stayed at the beach and chatted for a long time with Mr. Ming who came to pick up the general manager home.

It was so long that Ming Chi was stuffed into the beach chair and slept several times under the blanket.Every time I open my eyes, I can still see the shadows of a group of people around the campfire.

Ming Chi lost his mind for a while, met the gaze of Ming Lu who was sitting nearby, and took a deep breath: "It's super comfortable."

He was actually a little hot, and couldn't help kicking the blanket halfway away quietly.It's a pity that Uncle Lu soon found out, and replaced it with an air-conditioning blanket that was still covered tightly and was much cooler.

Ming Chi has no strength to move at all right now, and it is indeed not suitable for catching cold.He obediently lay flat under the thin blanket, and when Uncle Lu hit his head, he bent his eyes to thank him.

"Go home first when you're tired." Ming Lu helped him brush away his sweaty forehead, "It's okay to go back to the cruise ship, sir. I'll be back in a while."

Ming Chi didn't want to go anywhere for the time being, he shook his head, and looked at the shadow not far away.

Mr. Ming's ability in "chatting" is far from being developed to the level of ease, most of the time he just listens to these people, and only rarely interrupts to ask a question or two.

The general manager Ming was not allowed to participate in the chat, and he was stuffed here to sleep. I also knew that it must be talking about his three years in Huaisheng.

……

I don't know how there are so many things to talk about, and I haven't finished talking yet.

Uncle Lu helped him criticize: "It's too much."

Ming Chi smiled and shook his head, he closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while.

It might be strange to say this—but every time he opened his eyes, he would suddenly feel dazed for a few seconds, as if he had just really woken up.

Not from those extraordinarily pleasant tirednesses, and the secure sleepiness of half-sleep.

It was a longer nightmare that he once thought would have no exit.He doesn't know when he fell into it, but this feeling has actually been dormant in the depths of darkness, or it may take years to work as a unit, or maybe longer.

Maybe it was the decade that was wiped from his memory.

"I read those letters, Uncle Lu." Ming Chi said, "I like myself very much."

Ming Lu pulled up the chair, sat down beside him, and listened intently.

"I think, if I met the version of me ten years ago — no matter when I met, I would go and be friends with him."

Ming Chi smiled: "There must be many things to be corrected, thoughts to be adjusted... But I still like him very much."

"We will too." Ming Lu said, "Mr. also mentioned this matter yesterday."

Ming Chi opened his eyes slightly, and turned his head curiously to listen.

Ming Lu picked up the iron braze, poked the bonfire twice to make it burn more vigorously: "Mister can't sleep, let's chat. After discussing this possibility, we talked about the probability of carrying you directly on the boat and taking you away."

The outcome of the discussion was that the chances of success of the plan were slim to none.

This is not surprising, after all, Ming Chi already had a sense of self-preservation when he was a teenager.The opponent who comes softly will not believe it, and the opponent who comes hard will probably inevitably lead to some fierce fights.

It's just that this discussion has some effect, at least it successfully cured the husband's insomnia.

Of course Ming Lu doesn't know what Ming Weiting dreamed about.It's just that based on the quality and duration of my husband's sleep, I probably went back to ten years ago and went to negotiate and negotiate with the teenage young master in person.

Ming Chi rested his arm on his pillow, and he was drawn to laugh by Uncle Lu's rather serious tone. It just so happened that the conversation not far away had also entered into a certain relaxed link, and laughter sounded almost at the same time.

Mr. Shadow probably hasn't learned how to smile in front of other people, but his expression is quite gentle, and he raised his eyes to look over.

The distance between them is actually not too far, Ming Weiting knows his location very well, so he doesn't need to look for him specially, his sight falls into Ming Chi's eyes easily.

Ming Chi couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

He asked Uncle Lu to help him adjust the back of the beach chair, sat up, and waved.

Now Ming Chi can somewhat understand why Mr. Shadow suddenly said those words to him that night, asking him to see the outside world first.

The outside world is different from a cruise ship, or a sea-viewing villa where guests are not invited, and he is no longer what he was ten years ago.There are many unseen things and people outside, there are endless excitement, and there are friends who have been waiting for him.

He sat in the villa and read the letter he left for himself, repeatedly thinking about what he was like in the past, but it turned out that there was no need for such trouble.

Just put aside all worries and meet your friends without thinking about anything.

Some things that have not been forgotten at all, and will not be forgotten, will be remembered by themselves.

"Uncle Lu." Ming Chi said suddenly, "It's fun outside."

Ming Lu was not surprised by this sentence, just like he was not surprised at all, Ming Chi has experienced almost all the rapid changes in his body in the past few days.

He and his husband could see Ming Chi waking up.That road was too difficult to walk, even Ming Chi had to take the last step until now, to bid farewell to all the traces left by that nightmare.

Ming Lu smiled, nodded his head, and was about to tell Ming Chi that there were more interesting things outside, but found that Ming Chi was still looking at the distance in a daze.

Ming Lu shook his hand in front of him: "What's wrong?"

Ming Lu turned his head and found that Ming Weiting was also looking over.

The managers of Huaisheng Entertainment are happily chatting with each other.Everyone is in a relaxed mood, and no one has noticed such small details for the time being—just like the sudden concert by the bonfire before.

Ming Lu was on the boat, accompanied his husband to enjoy the whole concert, and also made lighting support in strict accordance with the "Guidelines for Chasing Stars".

Here again thanks to the development of technology.The performance of the telescope and the long-distance high-definition camera is quite good. They are only on the boat, and they still enjoy a quite immersive audio-visual feast.

Then, before Ming Lu could react, Ming Weiting got off the boat.

He walks pretty fast.There were many people around the beach, Ming Weiting stopped when he reached the rock, and Ming Lu caught up.

On the way, Ming Weiting did not do anything that would be noticed - Ming Lu can fully confirm this.There are too many listeners coming from various places, and they are just like the most ordinary tourists who are attracted by the sound of music.

But Ming Chi did not know how to find them.

In the next half-minute guitar solo, Ming Chi kept looking at Ming Weiting.

He plays to his only lucky fan.

In fact, these days, they can occasionally hear a bit of fragments, floating over intermittently from the hut. Certain sections may have been polished and adjusted too many times, and they immediately feel familiar as soon as they hear them.

That melody seems to have some kind of strange power.The wind is whispering, the tide is responding, and even the chirping of seabirds seems to be just right, which is both crisp and bright.

There is a pair of lovers kissing not far away, which may be the best explanation for that melody-there is always such a meeting.

There are countless encounters and partings happening in this world every moment.There is always one of those encounters that makes you feel that the sky is vast, the world is boundless, everything is beautiful, and everything is full of vitality.

Ming Chi regained some strength.

He put his right arm behind his neck and leaned back hard, mobilizing his sore shoulders and back.

Meeting Ming Lu's gaze, Ming Chi smiled, and continued to speak, as if there was no connection, turning point, or cause and effect between these two sentences that needed to be explained.

As if this is just common sense, or simply: "It's fun outside."

"I like Mr. Shadow," he said.

……

The managers chatted for the whole night.

While Mr. Ming was so sleepy that he fell asleep on the beach chair unknowingly, they left a letter and quietly left the beach.

Ming Chi woke up from another short-lived good dream, and found that he was the general manager of an empty nest, and he just got on the special tour bus of Wanghai Villa: "It's too much."

Ming Weiting stroked his hair and let him lean on his shoulders: "They are embarrassed to wake you up, afraid that you will settle accounts with them."

Ming Chi was a little surprised: "Why?"

The surroundings are already very quiet, the darkness like water envelopes the whole space, the lights are reflected in the water, and the dots of stars are very beautiful.

There was no one around, Ming Chi relaxed and completely surrendered himself to Mr. Shadow's strength.

"Mister can't say it." Ming Lu heard this section, and it was very clear, "They asked Mr. to keep it secret."

General manager Ming guessed it in a second: "Expose me."

No wonder he ran away while he was asleep.

If only he knew what dark history there is.But that's the problem, too many things happened in the past, even he himself doesn't know.

The more Ming Chi thought about it, the more worried he became: "Is there anyone who is particularly childish?"

Ming Weiting shook his head: "It's just old things."

He was obviously relieved, since Ming Chi guessed it himself, it would not be considered a breach of promise to say it: "They drank some wine."

During this period of time, although the official blog has been posting materials about Mingchi's past, no one will mention the past three years.

Those things are tacitly hidden by everyone, hidden in the place where they are least likely to be touched by mistake, and no one touches or thinks about them, just keep their heads buried and keep moving forward.

Finally having this opportunity, these people poured out all their words in one breath, even forgetting Mr. Ariake nearby.

Of course Ming Chi is also clear.He put the letter in his pocket and put it away carefully, and laughed after thinking for a while: "Mr. Ming still invites people to drink."

"They are your friends." Ming Weiting said, "I am very grateful to them."

Ming Chi didn't speak immediately.

He looked at the shadows of the moon falling in the water, and after being quiet for a while, he said softly, "Me too."

Ming Weiting gently stroked his hair.

Ming Chi raised his eyes.He was out of his mind for a short while, and then his eyes cleared again: "Mr. Tour Bus."

Ming Weiting was startled, and then realized: "Welcome to ride, do you want to speed up or slow down?"

"No need, the speed is just right." Ming Chi had a good sense of direction this time, and raised his hand quite accurately to set a new coordinate, "Can you open another dedicated line?"

Ming Weiting looked in the direction he gave.

Looking at the bright lights there, he lowered his head and asked, "Want to sleep on a cruise ship?"

In the conversation just now, the managers did hesitate to mention this matter.

Tonight's bonfire party, they did not deliberately control public opinion, and the Internet has spread quickly - the response is of course very good.Huaisheng Entertainment itself has a photography department to follow, but the clips are posted on the official blog, and the comment section, which is eager to see through, has completely become unable to calm down, and even shouted to run into each other.

This kind of talk is usually just a joke, just shout and make trouble, no one will take it seriously.

Once the beach is everywhere, it is really difficult to locate the specific location.Second, when the video clips were released, the party was over, and no one could be seen even if they found a place.

"...It's just." Fang Hang looked hesitant, but he still reminded, "There are still some people who know the place."

The reason why we have been talking for so long is not only that there are too many things worth talking about in the past three years, but also because there are some not-so-pleasant things to talk about in the middle.

Just like that family.

It was mentioned in the comments section the day the interview video was released.The gossip news said that the parents of the Luo family were looking for doctors everywhere, and wanted to "cure Luo Zhi's illness" and reunite the family, but it was not entirely a rumor.

……

Ming Lu had dealt with this matter, and Xun Zhen had already handled it properly at that time.

The attending doctor in the team sent students to the branch hospital where Luo Chengxiu was treated, and gave them a class, explaining in detail the impact of brain surgery on memory, and also showed them the previous contact with various hospitals and expert teams. Record.

Luo's mother didn't seem to be able to accept this result, and she was about to get sick again. She was overwhelmed by Luo Chengxiu's lifeless coldness, and she didn't even make a fuss.

"It turns out that this will keep you from making trouble." Luo Chengxiu was pushed back to the ward by the nurse, his strength was exhausted when the student spoke, and he leaned lifelessly in the wheelchair, "If."

He couldn't even finish the sentence in one go: "If, in the past, when you went crazy, I would have spoken for Luo Chi."

He asked his wife, "Are you still going crazy?"

Mother Luo's face was pale and she couldn't answer a word.

Luo Chengxiu knew the answer.

But he still didn't know: "Does it have to be like this?"

"Okay, don't think about it anymore." Mother Luo comforted him with a trembling voice, "Let's go and look for it again, who said what they said must be true? What if..."

"It has to be like this." Luo Chengxiu looked at the ground, "Am I regretting it?"

"Even if there is no Ming family, and this unforeseen disaster, there will still be your lifeblood."

Luo Chengxiu said: "He has already collected my evidence, sold your daughter, and harmed your eldest son. He didn't deal with you because you don't need him to deal with it."

"Without this incident, he will do these things in the future."

As if he didn't hear his wife's words, he continued to whisper: "Without Luo Zhi to check and balance him, when he is full-fledged, sooner or later he will get us to the same end."

Mother Luo already knew about Jian Huaiyi's counterattack.Their money was still frozen, she was already aware of this, but she still couldn't figure it out: "When I brought him back, he was only seven years old..."

"That's why we taught him to be like this." Luo Chengxiu asked, "Are you regretting this?"

Mother Luo looked terrified: "...what?"

"Without Luo Zhi, sooner or later we would end up in this situation, and our lives would be miserable." Luo Chengxiu said, "It would be great if he came back."

Luo's mother froze in place after being told about the central matter, her body shaking violently.

"What regrets. He forgot everything, can't let us continue to suck blood?"

Luo Chengxiu's chest began to slowly ooze colic again, and he slumped in the wheelchair, sweating: "If I said, I was regretting why I didn't speak for him... I was thinking, why on earth did I never speak for him?" He said something, do you believe it?"

Looking at his wife's bewildered eyes, he had already got the answer, and the answer was nothing unusual, even he himself didn't believe it.

Luo Chengxiu grinned mockingly: "Jian Rou."

His breathing was already heavy, and he called Mother Luo's name in a hoarse voice, staring at her with bloodshot eyes: "You know, I love saving face the most."

"I believe it!" Mother Luo came to her senses and said quickly, "I think the same as you! Let's find someone to treat his illness. These people have problems with their medical skills. Let's go find..."

"If you dare to go to him, pester him to pity you, pity us, and lose my face."

Luo Chengxiu said: "I will pull you to jump from here. If I die, I will take you away too."

Mother Luo tightly shut her mouth, fear froze in her eyes.

Until Luo Chengxiu was sent to the emergency room again, she remained motionless and huddled in the corner without making any sound.

……

The students who went to give lectures did not know what to do, and when they came back, they just conveyed it as they were, completely unable to figure out what the family was up to: "What did you do so early?"

There is no answer to this sentence, and in the end, it is just that no one knows who sighed, and each went about his own business.

Xun Zhen told them about the incident, and said that Luo's father was fine, but he didn't talk to others after waking up, and either lay in bed in a daze, or sat in a wheelchair and watched those few episodes of documentaries over and over again.As for Mother Luo, she was already quite honest, and she stopped making troubles at all.

There is no need to tell Ming Chi about these things, those managers kept their voices low and spoke very carefully.

……

When they talked about this matter with Ming Weiting, it wasn't originally to remind him and Ming Chi that there might be outsiders in Wanghai Villa these two days.

For Mr. Ming, this was really not something he wanted to solve on purpose.

"If you want to go home and sleep, go home."

Ming Weiting said: "Don't worry, you can go anywhere."

Ming Chi didn't think about it at all, but when he mentioned it like this, he noticed it, and connected it after a little thought: "Will there be someone new at the villa?"

Ming Weiting paused, and was silent for a moment: "That's bad."

"I missed it." Ming Chi immediately helped him make it up, "What should I do?"

Ming Weiting asked: "What should I do?"

Ming Chi looked carefully at Mr. Shadow for a long time, and probably guessed what was going on, and asked for the cane that Uncle Lu was holding.

"I walked a long way today." Ming Weiting noticed his movements, "The tour bus doesn't want to let the passengers down."

Ming Chi smiled: "The passenger wants to accompany the tour bus for a while."

He supported himself with a cane to stand firm, and slowly moved his right leg twice. The initial soreness passed, and his condition improved a lot: "The passenger's health is recovering very quickly."

Ming Weiting looked at him, his eyes gradually revealed warmth, he raised his hand to touch Ming Chi's ear.

"It's really cool." Ming Weiting said, "Why so cool."

Ming Chi pursed the corner of his lower lip, and the place where his pinna was touched immediately turned red, and when he was almost done moving, he switched the cane to his left hand, and handed his right hand to Mr. Shadow generously.

"Principal Xun came to me and talked to me a lot." Ming Chi said, "I've thought about it for a long time, and everything makes sense."

The ground here is flat, and Ming Chi got used to it after walking a few steps, and turned to the pier with the tour bus: "There is one sentence, I have to be responsible to those who care about me."

Ming Weiting disagreed, and frowned: "You don't have to be responsible to anyone."

"It's still necessary, and it feels good to be responsible." Ming Chi smiled, "And Dean Xun is right."

Ming Chi heard softly: "If I am still trapped by the past and dragged back by people from the past, I will make all the friends who helped me along the way feel sad."

"That's not okay." Ming Chi said, "Friends can't be sad."

He added: "Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu are even worse."

Mr. Ying did not know where he learned to find fault: "Mr. Ying and Uncle Lu are not friends."

Ming Chi pressed the corner of his mouth, but he didn't explain, Ming Weiting held that hand firmly, and turned back to look for Uncle Lu's arm.

Ming Lu followed from behind, took back his cane, and helped Ming Chi up with his arms, and crossed the small puddle left by the high tide ahead.

Ming Chi landed on the ground and stood firm, appraising himself quite satisfied: "[-] points."

Ming Weiting also had smiles in his eyes, raised his hand to touch his hair, pressed it and rubbed it twice: "I was wrong."

"It's 'more'." Ming Weiting said, "It's family."

Ming Chi's chest burned, and he saw the same smile in Uncle Lu's eyes: "It's family."

"Dean Xun also left a poem and asked me to draw a picture for him." Ming Chi said, "Those who abandon me."

Those who abandon me shall not stay yesterday.

"No painting." The black-hearted creditor said, "No worries today."

Ming Chi really laughed this time, coughed lightly and nodded: "It's true that I can't draw, I really don't remember."

He didn't take the initiative to mention this matter, Ming Weiting looked down into his eyes with a serious expression, waiting for Ming Chi to continue talking.

"I don't know why...maybe." Ming Chi said, "Dean Xun said that there may be psychological factors. Before the operation, I made a decision."

He remembered what happened ten years ago. Logically speaking, he could still recall a little bit about the family's past and their appearance.

But he couldn't remember anything, even those pictures were completely blurred.

In the letter he left to himself before the operation, there was nothing related to those people.He could deduce some things based on what happened before and after and the scars on his body, but he couldn't find the relevant feeling at all.

"Exactly." Ming Weiting stopped, "Your friends also mentioned something to me."

Ming Chi immediately came back to his senses: "What's the matter?"

"They said, you have no family for a long time—Uncle Lu and I are the new family."

Ming Weiting summed it up to him: "The process is not shown, but the result is clear."

Ming Chi laughed and nodded in cooperation: "Okay."

Ming Weiting looked at him, raised his hand, wrapped Ming Chi's head and neck, closed his eyes and pressed against his forehead.

Ming Chi took the initiative to let him resist, and held Mr. Shadow's hand: "The process can be forgotten."

He coughed lightly, and added: "Anyway, I don't remember, so I can forget about it."

Ming Weiting nodded.

Maybe in a few years, he will also learn to forget.

Ming Chi’s friends said that each of those family members had told Mr. Luo countless times to sever ties with them—his mother wanted him to die, and Luo Chengxiu also said in an interview that everything about this son It has nothing to do with him, and there is no need to come to him if you cause any trouble in the future.

The interview was released without editing. At that time, Luo Zhi was only 19 years old, and she was learning to smoke on the rooftop, coughing so much that her lungs would choke.

"If it wasn't for us, he would definitely leave." Fang Hang said in a low voice, "We also tied him up. He knows better than anyone else what the consequences will be if we are just handed over to the Luo family."

"... Anyway."

Fang Hang clenched his fists, the managers exchanged glances in silence, and mustered up his courage: "He has no family for a long time."

"It will be gone as soon as he becomes an adult. The family said that they have nothing to do with him anymore."

"So we're his family."

Fang Hang's face turned red: "We take the shares of Company 51 as his property... I know, this is actually nothing."

Ming Weiting didn't think so, he shook his head to correct him, but Fang Hang just continued on his own.

"We will make the company very good, very powerful, and more and more powerful - we will make these shares more and more valuable." Fang Hang said, "Sure, there will definitely not be so many, but it will always be his . Always have his back."

Fang Hang's words were a bit stumbled, he didn't know how to say these words enough without being rude, they really didn't know how to thank each other, so it was indeed too offensive to say such words at this time.

They're just too scared of another twist.This has nothing to do with reality, and has nothing to do with the character of the other party. It's just because of too many sad things that happened in the past, so I still fear that well rope.

"He's not only... not only the young master of the Ming family, but also our general manager." Fang Hang said, "It's because of us that we became what we are, it's what made us what we are now, it's all of us family."

"He is very good, and we will work hard. We will definitely accompany him and make his company even better."

"We really don't know how to thank you ... we don't know how to say it."

Fang Hang's hands were already shaking, he was too worried that these words would not be polite: "We will undertake any publicity and public opinion work for Ming's cruise company for free in the future, or have other—"

"I know." Ming Weiting said.

Fang Hang froze in place, staring at him motionless.

……

He spoke very confusedly, but Ming Weiting actually knew what he wanted to say.

"They wanted to send you here, to be with us as your family."

Ming Weiting looked at Ming Chi and helped to convey: "They want you to know that you have a retreat at any time, even if the worst happens, you can go back to them at any time."

Ming Chi is quite sure: "The worst case is that I find that I really can't finish painting, and go back to the company to steal the copier."

Ming Weiting couldn't help laughing, he changed the position of the hand held by Ming Chi, and turned it over so that their hands were completely clasped together.

Ming Chi was led back to their cruise ship by him.After walking for a while, I suddenly remembered: "Mr. Shadow."

Ming Weiting turned his head to look at him.

"Answer?" Ming Chi was really curious, "How did you answer in the end?"

Ming Weiting stopped and thought about it.

He raised his empty hand and lightly touched Ming Chi's ear, his voice was very gentle: "I was wrong."

Ming Chi was startled slightly, and blinked his eyes.

"I was wrong, not the young master." Ming Weiting said softly, "You are my little master."