They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Mr. Xiao didn't take the next step, and stood there calmly.

……

Mr. Xiao cooked it calmly.

The night dew that condensed on the reef fell into the sea.As soon as the moonlight stirred, the seabirds woke up from their sleep and fluttered across the beach.

Ming Weiting still looked at him.

His gaze fell into bright eyes.There were ripples there, layer upon layer, like the piece Ming Chi played to him alone.

Ming Weiting suddenly said: "Not good."

Ming Chi came back to his senses, he was wondering if he had burned the wind: "What's wrong?"

"The fireworks should not be postponed." Ming Weiting said, "The atmosphere is very suitable at this time."

He and Ming Chi made an agreement that they would hug each other and chase the fireworks in the sea when they came back from doing errands.But today's time is too late, and Ming Chi has had too much fun, there is really not much energy left.

……

Considering safety and other factors, Mr. Ming temporarily postponed this matter in the schedule for two days. At that time, he didn't think there would be any problem, but now he suddenly felt a clear regret.

Ming Lu stood neither far nor near looking at the scenery. He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly coughed.

Ming Chi also coughed. He looked at the serious and introspective Mr. Ming, and couldn't help but lower his voice to join in the discussion: "What is suitable for you?"

Ming Weiting shook his head, he was not clear: "Uncle Lu refuses to say."

He's just looking into Mingchi's eyes - of course he often looks into Mingchi's eyes.Most of the time in the past, it was to let Mingchi see his mouth shape clearly, establish a clear sense of communication, and also find out the subtle changes in Mingchi's physical and emotional state from it.

Then it becomes a habit.He always wants to look into those eyes, and he will feel relaxed when he sees the smile inside, and he will also want to be happy together.

And when they come ashore, among a group of people.

Ming Weiting is not used to the crowd, and he has never had any tendency to be lively. He thought that he would be somewhat uncomfortable after getting off the boat.But after staying on the beach for a long time, I realized that the surrounding situations are hard to notice.

He didn't notice how many people were around him, how noisy it was, and he didn't notice the difference between land and cruise ships.

He stood in the hustle and bustle looking at Ming Chi, and found that Ming Chi just came over.

...Even Mr. Ming knows very well that at a time like this, the "Star Chaser Guide" and the skills of making friends are useless.

But the manager of the Ming family, who had experienced many storms, went too far. He refused to easily disclose the experience his father had summed up at the beginning, and told his husband that he had to study this part by himself.

The chief manager of the Ming family who was being sued didn't care about it, and he smiled and gestured to Mr. Xiao while he was out of sight.

Ming Chi blinked, immediately understood, and hid his smile: "Is this too much?"

"Yes." Mr. Ming continued to complain, "I want to find out by myself."

Ming Chi was still burning quite calmly, he took a deep breath, and slowly raised his hand: "Yes."

Ming Weiting was a little puzzled, and asked with his eyes.

"Yes." Mr. Mingxiao bowed generously, "Please explore."

Ming Weiting was startled, before he could recover, his hand had already been picked up and led over.

"It's hot here." Ming Chi held Mr. Shadow's hand, put those fingers on his ears, and introduced himself to him, "It's the same from down to here."

He guided Mr. Shadow's hand to his left ear: "There is no tinnitus here. When I wear the hearing aid, I can hear very clearly, and I can hear everything Mr. Shadow said."

"There is no problem with the eyesight, and the results of the reexamination have recovered well." Ming Chi touched his eyes with his hand, and then touched his temple again, "Head doesn't hurt anymore."

Ming Chi introduced it all the way to the collar, and then came to the chest through the shirt: "It's jumping here, it's very fast." He held that hand and knocked on his heart through the chest cavity, "I guess it has something to do with Mr. Shadow very familiar."

"I read the letter, and to be honest, it's a bit confusing. It's hard to fully guess what state I was in when I wrote the letter."

Ming Chi had a headache: "I wrote thirteen."

...But now it may be possible to speculate.

After all, some hearts are not only beating vigorously in the chest, bumping against the chest ribs to greet each other cordially, but also diligently helping him increase the number of "ah" to 36 in one breath.

Ming Chi pursed the corner of his mouth.He raised his eyes, if he wasn't leading the other party to explore himself, he almost wanted to reach out and touch Mr. Shadow's eyes.

"This is the subject's shoulders. It's a little sore. When I get back to the cruise ship, I want to take a dip in the bathtub. The bathtub on the cruise ship has a massage function. I want to go back to the cruise ship with Mr. Shadow because of this."

"This is the client's arm, and I probably won't be able to lift it up tomorrow, so I want to eat without chopsticks for tomorrow's breakfast. Actually, I'm hungry now, and I want to take Mr. Ying and Uncle Lu to eat supper. I have practiced a few new flavors these days dishes."

"This is the hand of the person involved. I drew a picture these days and prepared to show it to Mr. Shadow. Today I played the guitar and played all the songs written these days to Mr. Shadow."

Ming Chi finally put his hands back into his own, and clasped them together: "This is very comfortable, so I'm going to hold it like this all the time."

"This is the person involved. He is holding hands and waiting to go home together."

Ming Chi hot raised his head and finished his report: "Sir, have you figured it out?"

……

Director Ming coughed, and left the stage vigorously with a suppressed smile. After a few steps, he quickly disappeared into the night, and asked someone to put down the gangway of the cruise ship first.

Ming Weiting still looked at Ming Chi.

He hadn't spoken for so long, so long that Ming Chi couldn't help raising his hand, shaking it in front of his eyes: "Mr. Shadow?"

Ming Chi looked down at himself, curious: "What are you looking at?"

"Fireworks." Ming Weiting said, "Uncle Lu is right."

There should be no guides, tips, and tutorials for this kind of thing, and there should be no reference to the experience left by my father.

These make one feel a little more secure, less overwhelmed and uneasy, but also counteract the intense, fireworks-like feeling that hits each unanticipated moment afterward.

Ming Chi raised his head and saw Mr. Shadow suddenly laughed.

Ming Weiting looked down at him, his eyes were full of smiles, all were his shadow.

Ming Chi couldn't help but bend his eyes, he was really tired from lifting his hands, but before he could use all his strength to fall down, he was already hugged.

"It's very clear." Ming Weiting hugged him into his arms.

It's not often that he hugs Ming Chi like this, wraps his arms around the whole person, his chin lightly rests on the top of his hair, his chest trembles slightly when he speaks: "A small part, it's very clear."

Ming Chi thought he had already introduced it in detail, and was a little surprised: "There is so much more that I haven't said?"

"A lot, it takes a long time to talk about it." Ming Weiting said, "It takes a long time to understand."

quite a long time.

Maybe it's the time to write [-] things.

……

On the pier, Ming Lu asked someone to put the gangway in place, and after a short wait, the little gentleman was brought back by his husband.

The manager of the Ming family smiled and waved his hands, not letting the health manager on board to adjust the husband's sleep problem.He was not in a hurry to get into the cabin, he watched the scenery on the deck for a while, and was pulled in by the tempting Caixiang for supper.

The cruise ship is moored in the port, and the sea is calm.

The moon has gone to the other side, and the darker sky is like a piece of fine velvet, which sets off the stars especially brightly.

The supper under the light is hot and fragrant.Ming Chi learned how to make fruit wine at the beach party, when the clear ice cubes fell into the glass, there was a tinkling sound, and a layer of cold water droplets quickly condensed on the outside of the glass.

Ming Chi finished the drink, and was surrounded by Mr. Shadow and sat down, asking him to tell what happened on the beach.

This group of fire seems to still not have a clear enough understanding of "how cool is he?", but those perspectives are also interesting, and people can't help but wonder about the world in his eyes.

Ming Chi told them about the changes in his friends, saying that everyone seems to have become more mature and stable, and the professional level of those artists is also better than before.

Ming Chi said that he saw a pair of old gentleman and grandmother, with white hair, dressed in quite fashionable fashion, and their vitality was not inferior to that of young people.

He also saw a small group of surfing enthusiasts, all young people.Probably because I plan to stay in a nearby hotel after dark, and I don’t rush to leave. I use the light to discuss skills in the shallows, and I will make quite amazing moves from time to time.

There are a lot of interesting people and fun things to do on the beach.He saw two seabirds fight over a piece of fish, and they got so angry that they turned around and took offense at the French fries that a passer-by had just bought.There are also clams that can spray water, and crabs are hidden in two sand holes not far away. One is responsible for surprising tourists who have never seen the sea, and the other is responsible for pinching their toes.

And a pretty cool lady.

The mother of a ten-year-old boy, wearing sunglasses and biting a lollipop, happily piled sand and played in water with her son. Attracted by the sound of music, the two rushed over and squatted in the front row together to listen.

"Be so cool!" The cheers and applause were too high, and in waves of sound, the mother pulled her son and shouted, "When I grow up, I want to be so cool! Show mommy how cool it is!!"

The boy has fun when he is with his mother, but he is still nervous when he meets strangers.Holding the new guitar bought by my mother, with the continuous encouragement of several young guitarists, I finally got the courage to come to find Ming Chi's autograph.

Here's to the music store by the beach—it's been around for a while.The boss has been working here for more than ten years, because he likes the sea and refuses to go, and fights against the sea breeze every day to remove moisture and humidity.

The boss is half selling musical instruments and half running classes, providing resident singers and temporary bands to nearby bars. The business has always been mediocre. The last time the guitar was sold out was ten years ago.

This time, not only the guitars were sold out in an instant, because there were other instruments in the ensemble, and several other instruments were also sold out, and even two electronic pianos were taken away.

The boss was so happy from ear to ear, he found Ming Chi, gave him the best set of strings, and invited him to come to the beach more often, preferably once a year.

A lot of things were stuffed into the pockets of Ming Chi's windbreaker.He rummaged through it for a long time, found the set of strings, and thought of the little boy again: "Ask him what he wants to write, and he said he wants to grow up quickly."

Ming Weiting picked up the glass and lightly touched his forehead.

Ming Chi came back to his senses, raised his eyes and smiled, seeing the extra straw in front of him, he bit it and took two gulps.

If the fruit juice is mixed with the wine, you can’t taste the wine at all. The taste of the fruit wine is cold and sweet. If you drink a few more sips, you will feel extra relaxed and dizzy. However, the alcohol used by Ming Chi is not high, and the mind is still clear enough.

Ming Weiting asked softly, "What did Mom say?"

"It's not in a hurry." Ming Chi repeated with a smile, imitating the tone in his memory, "What's the rush, don't rush, grow up slowly."

"Grow up after having fun, and grow up when you are ready."

Ming Chi said: "Life is long."

Ming Weiting stroked his hair.

Ming Chi digested this intertwined memory and emotion by himself, took a deep breath and exhaled, revived with full blood, and when he was about to stand up, he suddenly swayed and sat back in a daze.

Ming Chi thought for a while, and remembered that that very cool lady actually didn’t say that.

Madam patted her son on the head, smiled and shouted, hurry up and grow up quickly, when your mother goes out to travel around the world with ease, you won't be able to find the movie.

The people around laughed with good intentions, the boy hugged the guitar, lowered his head with a flushed face, and the corners of his mouth were raised high.

……

Ming Chi sat up straight with his arms propped up, looked at the tabletop, and studied it carefully for a minute: "Mr. Shadow."

"I've run out of wine." Ming Chi judged calmly, "What I just drank was yours."

He is very aware of his drinking capacity, so he made a distinction when distributing it. Under Uncle Lu's suggestion, he quietly added double servings of base wine to Mr. Shadow's glass.

Ming Weiting let Ming Chi lean on his shoulder, hugged his head and neck to help him sit still: "I used your straw."

Ming Chi nodded with clear logic: "So I didn't find out."

No wonder.

He was still thinking just now, why his words suddenly became so much.

Ming Chi thought for a while, then raised his head, and found that Mr. Shadow was still looking at him, so he raised his hand to lightly touch those eyes: "What's wrong?"

Ming Weiting held his shoulder with one hand, lowered his head slightly so that he could touch him: "The exploration is over."

"Mr. Xiao doesn't drink much, but his wine tastes good." Ming Weiting reported his conclusion to him, "Drunk is very different from usual, and he likes to chat a little more than usual."

Ming Chi opened his eyes slightly, he fell into the first three words and sat warmly for a long time, then continued to think for a while: "Just a little?"

He easily wants to talk when he touches wine, and remembering the past, he couldn't help but lower his head and smile: "Auntie said I'm a chatterbox."

Ming Chi's wine is indeed very good, he won't make trouble or break up, the more he drinks, the clearer his thinking becomes, but the control over his body will weaken, so he will always talk uncontrollably.

The friends of Huaisheng Entertainment are more aware of this, after all Ming Chi mostly drinks with them.The general manager only has three cans of beer at most, and if there is more, he will fall asleep.So they wanted to listen to stories or songs, so they poured two and a quarter cans for the general manager, and then a group of people chatted from night to dawn.

"It is indeed." Ming Chi recalled the situation at that time for a while, and then judged for himself, "I just received a gift a few days ago, and I am so happy."

His resistance to alcohol also improved after he became an adult, so he wouldn't faint with just one sip.Although I can't help but talk all the time, I can basically judge what I said and whether it is necessary to stop and stop talking.

But when he was a child, he couldn’t do so much for the time being—after being invited by his aunt with a curious attitude, and after tasting a few mouthfuls of the new wine sent by the manor, he squatted next to his aunt, not even a minute He kept on talking all night.

When he woke up the next morning, he was still quite confused and puzzled by his completely hoarse voice.

"What gift?" Ming Weiting asked.

Ming Chi blinked his eyes lightly, he thought for a while, then shook his head with a smile: "Secret."

Although he kept it secret, the picture in his memory became clearer and clearer, so clear that it completely occupied his mind.

Ming Chi looked at the drawing board and sketch paper that came out at some point in front of him, then looked at the pen in his hand, and tried to draw two strokes on it, the remaining lines seemed to flow out from the tip of the pen.

Ming Chi began to explain his gift, but he thought he could not talk about it.He can handle this matter by himself, face and digest it by himself.

But it doesn't seem to matter to say it.

Because he has been able to handle, face and digest this matter completely.

"We made a lot of modifications to the car, added a fresh air system, made new paint, and changed the color-changing glass..."

Ming Chi stopped to think for a while, and added: "It's all legal. I filed a report with the Vehicle Management Bureau, and I can go on the road. I have always passed the annual inspection."

Ming Weiting rubbed the back of his head, Ming Chi felt it was very comfortable, so he also raised his hand to touch the back of Mr. Shadow's head, smiled: "It's been fine for a long time."

He was taken home by his aunt to take care of him for three years, and because of a leg injury, he spent three full months with his aunt in Wanghai Villa day and night, and got the best and coolest car.

He was overwhelmed by a few sips of wine, and talked to his aunt all night about the place where he would take his aunt to play in the car when he grew up.

For this purpose, he downloaded a lot of maps from the Internet, and checked the self-driving routes and scenic roads on them.He memorized them all, and because he memorized them so well, he chanted them quite fluently when he was drunk, without even needing to stop to think about them.

... Early the next morning, my aunt folded her arms under the dark circles under her eyes, stared at him drinking the pear soup made with fat sea, and nodded his head repeatedly, calling him a little chatterbox.

But when he returned to his room after drinking the soup that soothed his throat, he saw a super-large map—the places he mentioned were all marked with small red flags, and those routes were not bad, and they were all drawn with golden paint pens .

He was stunned for about ten seconds, then turned around and rushed out of the room.

He rushed out, just in time to see his aunt who couldn't hold back her joy and waited for him, who was lifted up and turned around several times.

The two went to the car and sat majestically to enjoy themselves, while the aunt held his hand and honked the horn.

"There's no rush, what's the rush." ​​Auntie touched his head, "Slow down, and grow up after having fun."

Auntie hugged him and swayed, pressed against his ear, and whispered to him: "Life is long."

...these are all very good things.

There had been such definite, undoubted good things in his life that he still felt lucky and happy looking back on them years later.

"Auntie gave me the car to make me happy."

After Ming Chi finished the last stroke, he held the painting in his arms for a while, and came to a conclusion: "If I feel sad because of this, Auntie must regret it very much, slapping her legs and shouting hi, it's a mistake."

"Hey, I made a mistake." Ming Chi slapped his leg, raised his head, imitating Auntie's tone, "If I knew it, I would have sent a plane."

Ming Weiting was dumbfounded, raised his hand and lightly touched his eyelashes: "How did you become so powerful?"

The flaming eyelashes are dry, the eyes are bent, the light inside is clear and soft, and he continued to raise his head with the momentum just now: "That is."

Ming Weiting looked at him, smiled at his airy posture, exchanged glances with Uncle Lu, and applauded Mr. Ming Xiao together.

Ming Chi tried his best to cooperate and lasted for three seconds, but couldn't go on acting, coughing and laughing uncontrollably, red all the way from his ears to his collar, propped himself on the edge of the table, got up and quickly evacuated to the bathroom.

……

Mr. Ming, who didn't need sleep therapy, went to wash up, returned to the bedroom, and waited for another hour.

Mr. Ming was already familiar with this situation, put down the computer, got up and went to Mingchi's bathroom, and knocked on the door twice.

In the field of artistic creation, everyone's source of inspiration will be different.Some people are used to the balcony in the morning, and others are used to the street corner in the evening. Going back a long time, there is also the saying "immediately, on the toilet, on the pillow".

But Ming Chi's main source of inspiration is the late night and early morning bathrooms. The most touching melody is written on a small half-roll of toilet paper that is spread out scattered.

Ming Weiting waited for a while, and when he heard Ming Chi's answer, he opened the door and went in: "Xiao Mister, it's time to sleep."

He discovered this name tonight, and thought it sounded very appropriate, so he always looked for opportunities to call it Ming Chi.After waiting for a while to pass through the fog, when he walked over, he found that Ming Chi's face was still very red.

Ming Weiting raised his hand and touched Ming Chi's forehead: "Did it soak for too long?"

Ming Chi shook his head fervently, and tied the belt of the bathrobe: "I'm thinking about the design of the invitation letter, I've overthought it."

The envelopes given to him by Uncle Lu are all in standard format, which can be regarded as the invitation letter sent by the cruise company to the selected tourists.If the other party is willing to accept, they will receive a reply letter that can be officially used to board the ship.

"No hurry." Ming Weiting asked him to sit down, took the hair dryer, and helped him dry his hair, "This invitation letter is not just to invite friends to board the ship, so it really needs to be carefully designed."

Ming Chi wanted to take the hair dryer, but the fatigue all over his body seemed to be scalded by hot water, and he didn't even want to move his fingers at all.

He simply leaned against Mr. Shadow's arms, completely handed over his hair to the strong and gentle hands that closed up, and asked softly, "What else?"

"I don't know." Ming Weiting didn't think of any other answers, he just wanted to go with Ming Chi to meet Ming Chi's friends, after pondering for a while, he gave a suggestion, "Is the dinner convenient?"

Ming Chi blinked and raised his head.

Ming Weiting also felt that this proposal was a bit abrupt, and when the hair in his palm was completely dry, he turned off the hair dryer and put it aside: "If—"

"It's convenient." Ming Chi smiled, "I'm thinking about how to sign it."

Ming Weiting hasn't considered this issue yet, he stroked Ming Chi's warm and soft hair, squatted down, and raised his head to meet Ming Chi's gaze.

Ming Chi squatted down with him, hugged his knees, and touched Mr. Shadow's forehead with his head: "The first invitation letter, I want to give it to Auntie."

Ming Weiting hugged his neck and said softly: "Of course."

"Before I leave, I want to visit the cemetery."

Ming Chi said, "I think there's a mailbox there."

He began to believe that his aunt was not trapped in that cold tomb-but it should be a mailbox, and all the letters to his aunt he burned there should have been mailed.

Auntie received the letter, so she came back to look for him in her dream.Come to check if he has grown into a particularly powerful adult as promised.

"Let's go together." Ming Weiting pondered for a while, "Is tomorrow night suitable?"

Ming Chi pursed his lips and nodded.

"Okay." Ming Weiting said, "I'll get my hair done at dawn."

Ming Chi's eyes widened. Now he completely believes that Mr. Shadow can tell jokes, so he couldn't help laughing: "No, he's very handsome now."

Ming Chi was held by Ming Weiting and stood up.

That hand knew exactly how much strength he could exert now, walked slowly back to the bedroom with him, fell down on the bed comfortably with him, and didn't want to move at all with him.

Ming Chi closed his eyes.He slipped into the dream almost all at once, and in the dream he finished the invitation letter in one go, and stuffed it, together with the small note, into the mailbox for his aunt.

"Auntie." The words on the small note were clear and handsome, "I went to see the world with the person I like."

"I have to go home after surfing. Now my home is on a cruise ship. When we go to other places, I will change the address again."

He wrote on the note: "Auntie, come and see me and my husband."