They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

This sleep was quite peaceful.

The sound of the tide is closer than sleeping in a villa, so close that you can touch it, almost like being wrapped in a dream.

The cruise ship is moored in the port, which is actually quite stable, and the slight shaking that is imperceptible becomes the best way to hypnotize.

Ming Chi couldn't remember when the sky was bright at all.

He had a vague impression of waking up, and when he woke up, he found that he was no longer on the bed, but he was still beside Mr. Shadow.

After confirming this point, Ming Chi is relieved and no longer anxious.

He closed his eyes again, and lay in complete relaxation for a while, waiting for the lazy drowsiness to fade from his consciousness little by little.

When I opened my eyes again, the rain outside the window happened to hit the glass, and the transparent water lines gathered and dripped down.

Rain at sea is different from rain on shore.

Not even the terrace of the villa has this experience.The sea water is like a layer of fog lifted by the rain, and the pervasive mist turns the sky and the sea into a cold gray.

At this time, the light in the room becomes extraordinarily warm.

Ming Chi sensed the temperature covering his waist, and just as he moved slightly, the arms around his back tightened, bringing him into his arms.

They are in the double lounge chairs by the window, the double-glazed glass tightly cuts off the moisture and coolness, and there is a warm miniature fireplace next to them.

"Are you awake?" Ming Weiting lowered his head and touched his forehead, "Does it still hurt?"

Except for the grinning arm, Ming Chi doesn't remember any pain at all.

Ming Chi blinked his eyes, he let his newly awakened brain move, and after thinking for a while, he came up with the answer: "They also told the secret that I would suffer from back injuries when it rains."

Ming Weiting nodded: "I didn't notice it the few times before."

Today's rain is thunderstorms, according to the weather forecast, it is wind-blown cumulonimbus clouds.It was clear that the sun was shining brightly in the morning, but not long after the morning, the sky suddenly became gloomy.

The two of them haven't slept well these days, and they both slept late yesterday.Ming Weiting was awakened by Ming Chi lightly tugging on his shirt, subconsciously touched his forehead, and felt cold sweat.

Ming Weiting held his hand, pointed to himself: "Who is so careless."

Ming Chi couldn't help laughing: "It's me, it's me."

He took the initiative to admit this, and explained: "It used to hurt, but I haven't had it for a long time. It should be because I lie down more when recuperating."

Ming Chi had actually heard about that documentary, and he was really embarrassed to watch it, but he probably knew what was said in it and what was going to be said later.

If the experiences of those years were really to be photographed, it might be a bit too cruel.The old injuries that fell were only the left hearing and waist injuries, and the rest were just some innocuous scars, which is already quite rare.

Ming Chi is very content with himself.His back injury is actually not serious, it's just that it's a little more difficult when it's cloudy and rainy, and he didn't pay much attention to it in the past, and he hasn't had a serious recuperation these years.

...Mainly because there is no serious rest.

During the last re-examination, the doctor also said that he was still young, as long as he strictly followed the doctor's instructions to lie down and recuperate, without worrying about his mind and body, and not running around, within three to five months at most, he would be as healthy as everyone else.

Lumbar injuries depend on maintenance. Sitting at a desk all the time, walking and standing for long periods of time are taboo.

Some time ago, he was almost lying down, so even if it rained, he almost didn't repeat the old injury.When I was chasing after Luan yesterday, I was anxious and didn't pay much attention to it, as if I did accidentally stretch it.

Ming Chi felt a little guilty, self-criticism and self-criticism: "I didn't pay attention to my body, I woke Mr. Ying up early in the morning and asked for medicine."

"It's done very well." Ming Weiting stroked his hair, "I'm about to present you with an award."

Before Ming Chi could finish his reflection, he was stunned for two seconds, and unexpectedly moved a little bit: "What award?"

Ming Weiting actually didn't think about it, he lowered his head, looked at Ming Chi who was tightly wrapped in a blanket with only his head exposed, and borrowed Uncle Lu's private evaluation: "The most reassuring kid. "

Little Ming raised his arms from the reclining chair on the spot, and wanted to jump down to Mr. Shadow.

Ming Weiting laughed, he brought him back to his side in time, and patted him on the back: "Big friend."

Ming Chi himself felt childish, so he couldn't help pursing the corners of his mouth.

His right arm was still sore and sore, he let go of his hand and lay back, slowly moving his stiff shoulder and back muscles.

"Because you don't hide it from me when you are uncomfortable." Ming Weiting put his hand on Ming Chi's back, picked him up, and lifted him up, "So when you are happy, I know you are really comfortable. "

He answered well this time, looked at Ming Chi with serious eyes: "This feeling makes me feel at ease."

Ming Chi's ears were hot.

He actually wanted the award a little bit more, he held Ming Weiting's hand covering his waist, and promised: "Three to five months."

"In the past three to five months, completely obey orders and obey orders." Ming Chi thought for a while, and promised quite solemnly, "Let me lie down and never sit, let me sit and never stand."

Ming Weiting asked: "Completely follow orders?"

Ming Chi couldn't think of any problems, and nodded confidently.

There was a smile in Ming Weiting's eyes, he raised his free hand, and gently rubbed Ming Chi's head: "Don't move."

After speaking, Ming Weiting got up and left the reclining chair.

The pillow had been left unused all the time, but he replaced it and let Ming Chi lay on it, lying down comfortably.

Ming Chi subconsciously wanted to get up, but Mr. Shadow pressed his shoulder lightly, remembering his promise, and lay down again.

"Wait for me." Ming Weiting said softly, "Soon."

Ming Chi was a little curious, but still nodded cooperatively.

He watched Mr. Shadow go out, and then turned his attention back to the window, watching the shining lines of water piercing the fog that stretched from sky to sea.

The roar of the thundercloud seemed to be very close and far away, there were large ripples on the sea surface, and the seabirds folded their wings and shuttled quickly, giving them a particularly vigorous sense of power.

The fireplace is warm, and the lights in the room are very bright. He seems to be wrapped in this warm light, so the cold fog outside becomes mysterious and vast.

As long as there is nothing to do, Ming Chi actually doesn't mind lying on the recliner for a long time.

In the extraordinarily comfortable drowsiness that he found again, Ming Chi also gradually remembered what happened this morning.

He woke up tormented by his back injury and couldn't move at all. After thinking for a while, he still woke up Mr. Shadow, asking for a painkiller.

Ordinary painkillers have no effect on him, and in the previous return visit, he found that his sleep quality was not good. The medicine that Dean Xun asked someone to prescribe for him contained considerable hypnotic ingredients.

In addition, he himself was not fully awake, so he could not fully distinguish the difference between reality and dreams.

…So after washing up, he found that it was raining outside the window, so he insisted on taking Mr. Shadow, who was only a teenager in his dream, to watch the rain for a day.

So he led the Mr. Shadow in the dream, and the two of them held hands and leaned against the window together. He also told many stories to the teenage Mr. Shadow.

He lay prone in front of the window, and fell asleep again while talking.

So when he woke up again, he lay down with Mr. Shadow outside the dream in a double reclining chair that he didn't know where.

Little friend Ming thought about it for a while, then calmly pulled up the blanket and covered it over his head.

These old injuries must also be healed as soon as possible and completely resolved.

He doesn't want to take painkillers anymore.

……

Ming Weiting did come back very quickly.

When they returned to the room, some people were half asleep and half awake buried under the blankets, and they were gently stripped out of the blankets: "Does your waist still hurt?"

Ming Chi shook his head, he held the extended hand and borrowed some strength to stand firm on the floor: "No problem at all."

Ming Weiting waited for him to stand still before letting go, and brought the stick over for him: "Go on to sleep later."

"Okay." Ming Chi agreed quite happily, wouldn't it be necessary to sleep comfortably for a day in this kind of weather, and then go out at night refreshed, "Does Mr. Ming have any work to do?"

Mr. Ming nodded.

"What should I do?" Mr. Ming sighed, "There are a lot."

Ming Chi actually didn't expect this answer, and raised his eyes in surprise.

The memory gradually came back, and he gradually remembered the dream that was not exactly a dream in the morning, and remembered that he was chatting with the teenage Mr. Shadow.

Most likely he was thinking about it every day—Uncle Lu said those things to him, and last night he really dreamed that the teenage Mr. Shadow came to find him and wanted to carry him on board.

In the dream, he was sitting alone on the edge of the reef, and when he saw the other party's outstretched hand, he jumped down and held it.

It was raining heavily, and he ran back to the villa with the teenage Mr. Shadow.They ran into his hut, and the two of them gave each other a swipe with towels to dry up the water.

They were lying in front of the window, watching the rain while eating the snacks he made, and chatting arm to arm.

He asked the teenage Mr. Shadow if he would have to work a lot if he became Mr. Ming.

"In the morning, I really didn't answer that way."

Ming Weiting put his hands on the top of his hair, bowed his shoulders and confessed: "At that time, I said, it's not at all, I can sleep well every day."

Ming Chi knew that he must have accidentally asked the question.

For the time being, he couldn't care less about finding out that Mr. Ming actually lied to the children in his dream. He collected himself, calmly searched through his memories quickly, and checked whether he had asked any strange questions.

"The questions you asked are very practical." Ming Weiting seemed to know what he was thinking, and offered to help answer, "For example, the cruise management doesn't care about meals, is there any work for you, and how is the accommodation condition?"

Of course, Mr. Ming outside the dream should seize the opportunity and try his best.

"I tell you, the accommodations are excellent. Single room for one person, with bathroom, fireplace, French windows, and balcony."

Ming Weiting said: "The bed is big and the carpet is thick, you can lie on it casually."

Whether in the dream or outside the dream, Ming Chi was quickly persuaded and nodded sincerely: "What about the working conditions?"

"It's very loose, you can choose every job, and you can also play guitar."

Ming Weiting replied: "But in the end, I will be the captain, so I have to receive training and experience in sailing."

"I'll do the training." Ming Weiting added, "We also accumulate experience together. The first stop is the Caribbean Sea, where there are many islands. We can also dive to see underwater caves and play with underwater fish schools. "

"I'm still raising a conch, and it's growing well. I think it's grown up." Ming Weiting said, "We'll go and see it later."

Ming Chi listened intently, and gradually began to feel that even if he went back ten years, he might really be convinced.

He nodded, with a longing look on his face, and continued to ask: "Do you care about the food?"

Ming Weiting looked at him, smiled, took the coat and put it on him.

This is the casual jacket that summoned thirteen "ah", Ming Chi had seen it in the sketch left before the operation, patted it kindly to say hello, and wrapped himself in it.

"Take care." Ming Weiting said, "In the early morning of this morning, I left for a while to make some preparations in advance."

Ming Chi finally began to realize that the little wheat fragrance was not his own illusion.

He opened the bedroom door a little, put his head out wrapped in a fairly warm coat, took a deep breath in the cool rain that poured in, and keenly captured the pure sweet fragrance.

"I haven't learned chestnut stuffing yet, and I'm still working hard."

Ming Weiting walked over: "I've been learning temporarily these days, so I've accumulated a little work—do you mind if I move the double recliner to the study?"

That's too much of a problem.

Ming Chi looked at him, and pressed the corner of his mouth in cooperation: "What should I do."

Mr. Ming Xiao's health requirements are quite strict: "When it's raining, you must have a deck chair."

"So I had to go to the study and sleep with some people who haven't finished their work."

Ming Weiting took the end of his words, nodded, and took the initiative to criticize Mr. Ming: "Why are you so overbearing."

Ming Chi couldn't help laughing, and spoke for Mr. Ming: "It's not overbearing, I just like sleeping in the study."

"Not domineering at all." Ming Chi thought for a while, "Do you need relaxation and music services during office breaks? It can be provided for free, very professional, and the price for one hour is a hug."

Ming Weiting paid an hour in advance, he hugged Ming Chi into his arms, closed his eyes, and gently pressed his cheek against his soft short hair.

Ming Weiting called him softly: "Mr. Xiao."

Ming Chi's height is on the outside, but it has always been quite normal.But I don’t know whether the sailing life is very helpful for growing tall, or the aunt’s saying "eat more fish to grow tall" is actually true-in short, after his body fully recovered, he stood up straight with his chest up and his head upright, and Mr. Shadow Still missing a small amount.

23 jumped up and down, Ming Chi still had confidence in himself, stood on tiptoe a little, and patted him on the back lightly.

"Do you feel this way?" Ming Weiting said, "Because it's so happy and smooth, I suspect it's a dream."

Ming Chi thought for a while: "At first there was."

But at that time, he had [-] headaches every day, even if he suspected it was a dream, it was ruthlessly confirmed by reality.

——As for these days, if you have such doubts again, you can touch your head.

At any rate, he is also a person who has undergone craniotomy.The chief surgeon's subcutaneous suture technique is extremely exquisite, and it can't be seen at all if it is covered by hair, but if you touch it hard, you can still find the trace.

On the day Ming Weiting and Ming Lu just left the villa, Ming Chi woke up from the bed and was really in a trance for more than ten minutes.

It took him a while to find evidence, to prove to himself that this was not a dream, and that everything had happened.

... To be honest, the feeling in these ten minutes was actually a bit tormented.

But probably because of this rather brief suffering, after confirming that everything is true, the rather sweet aftertaste came up, making people even more happy.

"It's not a dream, I'm sure." Ming Chi offered to suggest, "If you're still worried, we can go out and soak in the rain for a while."

Ming Weiting knew that he wanted to get caught in the rain, and with a smile in his eyes, he shook his head: "Wait for the rain to calm down."

"Now I'm relieved, I was relieved this morning."

Ming Weiting said, "After I finished preparing the bread, I went back to my room and saw you sleeping beside me."

At that time, the weather was still fine, the sun was a little bit hot, and the air conditioner in the room was turned on at a low level.Ming Chi fell into a drowsy sleep, and when he sensed him coming back, he rolled up the quilt and moved slowly, and then dragged him to lie down faster before the heat escaped him.

——There is always a minute or two, or even shorter, perhaps as long as tens of seconds or a few seconds.

Perhaps a moment is actually enough.

What happens in that instant makes everything unbelievably real.Let people settle down and think about nothing.

Ming Weiting stretched out his hand, and called out like in his dream: "Huomiao."

Ming Chi just raised his arms, put on the coat that was at least two sizes too big, pursed the corners of his mouth, and handed over his hand.

"Come with me." Ming Weiting said, "From now on, there will be wheat bread every day."