They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Wheat bread is the best bread.

After Mr. Shadow learns how to make other stuffed bread, this conclusion may change at any time... But no matter what, at least it should last for a while.

After all, judging from the current evidence, Mr. Ming has a lot of work to do.

After lunch, Ming Chi moved to the study, wrapped in that coat, closed his eyes again next to the sound of rain and the warm flame of the fireplace, and fell asleep quite comfortably.

When I woke up, the piles of documents waiting to be processed on the desk didn't seem to decrease much.

"Uncle Lu sent another part."

Ming Weiting put down his pen and walked over, exchanged for an hour of relaxation service, and explained to him: "If some routine work can be completed ahead of time, there will be a lot of free time."

"Because I was accompanied by someone." Mr. Ming gave feedback, "There is no problem with the progress, and the process went smoothly."

In fact, the progress is actually far smoother than in the past few days.

During those days when he was away from home for work, Ming Weiting still inevitably thought of Ming Chi who stayed in the villa when he was dealing with work.

He knew that it would take some time for Ming Chi to read the letters and retrieve the past by himself, and he also knew that the other party was already able to deal with these things alone.But reason is not enough to restrain emotions all the time - he couldn't fully understand this matter in the past, but now there is no need for Uncle Lu to explain it.

One night, Ming Lu actually went back to get some needed documents, mainly to confirm Ming Chi's situation with the people in the villa.

On the night they left, Ming Chi was not in a hurry to read those letters.

Ming Chi knew every road in the villa, and made a complete circle around the villa by himself.He walked everywhere, touched every familiar brick, and finally returned to the garden next to the cottage.

There was actually a rather small garage there before, just for one car.Later, it was demolished because it had been idle for too long, and the garden was expanded, and flowers and plants were also planted.

But because there have been cars parked on the ground for many years in the past, if you look carefully through the flowers and plants, you can actually find the tire marks left behind.

Ming Chi lay down there, and he lay with those flowers and plants for more than an hour, resting his arms on his pillow, watching the sun go down together.

……

Everything that happened after that was normal.When Ming Chi heard someone coming out to look for him, he sat up and waved, bowed his eyes and thanked the person who came to pick him up, went back to have dinner and take medicine, washed up and returned to the bedroom.

They chatted for a long time that night and even made a phone call. Ming Chi recorded a guitar good night song and sent it to him, reminding Mr. Shadow to sleep well.

According to the answers Ming Lu received, Young Master Ming is also in good condition - he eats and sleeps on time, concentrates on rehabilitation, and walks more steadily every day than before.From the next day, Ming Chi began to read those letters, and continued to practice guitar and painting. He also found time to go to the kitchen to research two new dishes. They were in charge of tasting. After a few adjustments, the taste became quite amazing.

If there is something slightly special...it is the morning after they left.

Those of the Ming family who stayed in the villa also liked the new young master very much.Some who have been with the husband for a long time can't help talking to him a few more times, and according to the doctor's instructions, they often remind him that even rehabilitation and exercise should be moderate.

Ming Chi would listen carefully and thank each time carefully, and usually would take the initiative to say hello and say hello, but most of the time he still just laughed and didn't speak, listening to other people laughing and chatting.

Everyone has long been used to this matter—as long as Mr. Ming and Mr. Ming are not around, Ming Chi usually speaks very little.

But that morning, Mingchi came out of the room and talked to everyone.

The content of the chat was very ordinary, just something about the husband, and they responded as usual.

Later, Ming Chi asked about his medical records, and after getting them, he went back to his room and read them for ten minutes.When you come out again, it will be exactly the same as usual again.

"This kind of situation is too common." Xun Zhen heard Minglu mention this detail, and explained to them, "It's not just a psychological problem, but also the impact of head surgery, and the damage to positioning ability is not only manifested in spatial positioning ability—— Don't say he forgot ten years ago."

In the preparation stage of the operation, Xun Zhenting's team discussed a lot of relevant content: "Even many patients with no memory damage, there will be occasional problems in self-integration, and they cannot locate the position of 'self' for a moment."

"There is no need to evade this matter." Xun Zhen reminded, "There will be more information through more exchanges, and new information will be added, and this situation will be alleviated immediately."

……

The casual clothes in Ming Chi's arms were replaced by himself, his eyes immediately bent, and he turned Mr. Shadow into the reclining chair.

He skillfully exchanged for Mr. Ming's temple massage service for a while, and when he heard Ming Weiting's question, he stopped and thought about it: "It's not that serious at all."

It's not like he can't completely locate his own position - after all, short-term memory is short-term, he always carries a notepad with him, and the habit of memorizing it and reviewing it silently before going to bed every night has also been retained.

When he woke up that morning, he just didn't see Mr. Shadow, so he felt uneasy for a moment.

"What are you thinking about?" Ming Weiting asked, "Worried that I won't come back?"

Mr. Ming has gotten used to the reclining chair very well, and was quickly taught to relax by Mr. Xiao.Even the position of the pillow has been replaced, wrapping his arms around Ming Chi's head and neck, letting Ming Chi rest on his shoulder.

The two of them nestled comfortably in the recliner, beside the floor-to-ceiling windows washed by the rain, the firelight from the fireplace reflected on the windows, and the cold mist outside.

There was no one else in the room, but in order to match Ming Chi's habitual volume, they chatted quietly, forehead touching forehead.

If Uncle Lu passed by, he would definitely present two "Most Reassuring Children Awards" in that gesture.

"That's not true." Ming Chi didn't worry about this at all, and shook his head without hesitation, "It's not that serious."

Ming Weiting stroked his hair: "It's not that serious?"

"Yes." Ming Chi himself couldn't remember clearly, so he stopped and recalled for a while, and remembered the situation at that time, "I'm just worried, such a big Mr. Shadow."

He laughed, and raised his hand again solemnly: "I imagined it myself."

Of course, there are traces of the lives of the two people in the room, and there are also many things that do not belong to him. The pavilion made of shells, coats, and computers are lined up for his review.

It must not be difficult to find evidence... just.

However, based on Ming Chi's understanding of his own abilities, if he really imagined Mr. Shadow due to surgery or other reasons, he would really be able to make himself happy to this extent.

Mr. Ming Xiao seems to have a slightly biased definition of seriousness.

Ming Weiting held Ming Chi's hand and asked him to put his arm on his body: "Is this not serious?"

"This matter is not serious." Ming Chi imitated him, thought for a while and smiled, "Actually, I can check my phone, send a message, or make a phone call to solve it, but I didn't think of it at the time."

Perhaps it was also during those few seconds that I instinctively didn't want to click on it, and didn't want to face any possible results.

He only plays games on his mobile phone, and has little interest in chatting and phone functions, and he doesn't seem to have developed the habit of checking at any time in the past.

On the day Ming Weiting and Ming Lu left, Ming Chi stood by the window for a while.When he returned to the desk, he saw a reminder of unread messages on the screen of his mobile phone. His heartbeat seemed to have skipped a beat, and his body was sweating instinctively.

——However, this problem was also quickly and completely cured in just a few minutes.

Ming Chi couldn't help but wander off from the ongoing topic, remembering those chat records.

He concentrated on thinking for a while, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

It's been so long, and it's the first time he and Mr. Shadow are talking on the phone... That feeling is really amazing.

Every brief interval is something to look forward to, every message received and likely to be received is something to be rejoiced about.When you receive every message, you can't help but think about the sender and imagine the look and mood of the other party typing this line.

Ming Chi said whatever came to his mind, so he told Mr. Ying all these things: "In the future, if I have a chance, I would like to send more messages and chat."

Ming Weiting's feelings were exactly the same as his, but he still didn't want this to happen again, so he lowered his head: "Is there a chance?"

"Of course." Ming Chi gave an example, "For example, Mr. Ming is in the study and I am in the bedroom. I need to come up to provide relaxation services."

Ming Weiting's thinking was not as broad as his, and when he heard this, he suddenly felt the same clear expectation, turned around, and listened carefully to what he said.

Originally, Ming Chi only mentioned such an example casually, but when he met the sight in front of him that was suddenly serious and concentrated on listening to the class, he immediately felt a sense of responsibility, and continued to diverge his thinking and think flexibly.

"For example, Mr. Fox is in the kitchen, and I am in the studio, and I need to make an artistic shape for the bread."

"For example, Mr. Shadow is in the bedroom, and I'm practicing guitar in the hut. It's getting dark, and I need to go home and sleep as soon as possible."

"For example..." Ming Chi stopped talking, looked at Mr. Shadow who was just about to find a notebook to write it down, and laughed, "For example, we are in the same room, and we can see each other when we look up."

But for the time being, no one has time to look up, because both of them are busy with work, and Mr. Ming has to work, and he is preparing to start learning sailing-related knowledge systematically.

At this time, if someone suddenly has a whim, they feel that they can stop and rest for a while, or go out to get some air.

Mr. Ming has a strict temperament since he was a child. If he said it directly, no matter whether he was the inviter or the invitee, he would inevitably feel somewhat embarrassed.

It took Ming Chi a while to find from the pocket of the recliner the mobile phone he had thrown in before going to bed.

He unlocked the screen, opened the chat software, quickly typed a few words, and clicked send.

Ming Weiting's cell phone on the desk rang.He was startled for a moment, and then came back to his senses, smiling and stroking Ming Chi's hair.

He put Ming Chi in his arms and put it away carefully, then he left the recliner and went to the table to get his phone, and clicked on the unread messages.

"Mr. Little: The rain has become smaller."

Ming Weiting looked at this message, he thought about what Ming Chi said to him, and when he saw the message, he would imagine the other party's expression and mood.

He was really thinking about it.

Because of the angle, he temporarily couldn't see Ming Chi who was almost sunk in the recliner.So he was thinking, Mr. Xiao probably couldn't help laughing when he sent this message, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his ears burned.

He thinks about that too these days.I wonder if when Mingchi sends him a message, is it really as stable and comfortable as the text, and if he can't sleep occasionally, thinking about what is written in those letters, and what changes will Mingchi have after reading it.

The letters were in his computer without any password or protection measures, but Ming Weiting didn't read them.

He thinks that Ming Chi should have the right to know and make decisions about these matters—there is no problem with the handling of this matter, but the problem lies in another matter, which needs to be adjusted in later life.

Ming Weiting replied in the message box: "Good morning."

During the few seconds that Ming Chi paused, he obviously went to the upper right corner of the phone to confirm the time "13:40", and then the recliner moved twice, and a head appeared out of nowhere.

Ming Weiting happened to see this scene, he pressed the corners of his mouth, walked over, and carried Ming Chi from the reclining chair to the table.

The office chair was very comfortable and spacious, Ming Weiting sat in it, let Ming Chi lean on his arm, and put his hands on the table.

Ming Weiting took his private seal, bowed his head to ask Ming Chi's opinion, stained it with some ink pad, and imprinted it on Ming Chi's palm.

"Even if we don't meet each other, we should still send messages every morning."

Ming Weiting said: "If I sent good morning that day, Mr. Xiao would know that the shadow is real."

The seal is the work of a famous artist, every trace is clean and neat, the engraving is strong and powerful, quite artistic.

Ming Chi was concentrating on appreciating the magical strokes of those swords, when he heard the words, he raised his head and was stunned for a moment before he realized it.

He himself was distracted and jumped to the next topic. He didn't expect that Mr. Shadow was still thinking about this matter. Looking at the small seal, his chest suddenly felt hot, and his ears turned red unconsciously: "No problem."

"I knew it too." Ming Chi said softly.

Ming Weiting turned off the work light on the desk and looked down at him.

Mingzhi coughed warmly. He waited carefully for the imprint to dry, then he clenched his hands and put them in the pocket of Mr. Shadow's coat with great care.

He and Mr. Shadow huddled together in the chair, the space was small, a little dark, but warm.

Ming Chi has already adapted to the bright and open living room on the second floor of the villa, and the comfortable and spacious bedroom on the cruise ship, but he still can't help but like this small space that is not completely closed, has light coming in but is dark enough.

"That morning." Ming Chi said, "I sat in the closet for a while, thinking about a bunch of things."

Ming Weiting hugged his neck and rubbed it lightly twice.

"In the end, I found a very strong evidence. In terms of the ocean, I can't have such a rich imagination and knowledge reserve."

Ming Chi laughed: "Speaking of the Caribbean Sea, my previous impression was of handsome pirates with dreadlocks."

Ming Chi said: "I took the medical records and recited them to myself in the closet for 5 minutes, and I was sure that a super cool person must have told me these."

Ming Weiting didn't speak, but his arms were pulled back, and his chin rested on the top of his hair.

Through his shirt and chest, he could hear Mr. Shadow's heartbeat close at hand.

Ming Chi knocked, and specifically told the heart on the other side: "I said this to fulfill the agreement, not to make Mr. Shadow sad."

They said yes, you should say it when you are uncomfortable, so that as long as you see the other person is happy, you can be sure that it is really comfortable and happy.

In fact, this incident is not as serious as it is described.

For just a short while, his short-term memory was not very strong. If Dean Xun hadn't relayed the incident and Mr. Ying brought it up again, he would have almost forgotten it.

"It's not sad." Ming Weiting held his hand, lowered his head and replied, "You praise him for being cool, he feels nervous."

Ming Chi opened his eyes wide and looked up at Mr. Shadow.

He took a nap here before, in order to let him sleep at ease, the main light was not turned on in the room, and the light from this angle was not so clear.

The rain outside the window has indeed lightened, but the sky has not yet cleared up, and the natural light outside the window is half blocked by the Mingwei Pavilion.

Ming Chi thought for a while, couldn't hold back his laughter, and patted the opposite side's chest: "It's the truth, don't be nervous."

He continued: "I was thinking at the time, at least not to mention anything else, I must have seen such a cool gentleman with my own eyes and chatted with him."

Such a cool gentleman accepted the facts well, nodded and added: "Talked for many days."

Ming Chi pursed the corners of his mouth, and revised it in a timely manner: "We chatted for many days."

……

Then he stopped and was silent for a while.

Such a cool gentleman looked down at him, found that he was deliberately silent, raised his hand and tapped his forehead.

Ming Chi just took a deep breath to prepare, and coughed with a smile: "That's easy."

"Is it a real person? Since it's a real person, I'll go find him." Ming Chi was full of confidence, "I'll go after him."

Ming Weiting lowered his head and asked, "Go after him?"

Ming Chi nodded, he finally brought the topic here, took a long breath, raised his head with burning eyes: "I just don't know what he likes."

Ming Weiting was slightly stunned by him, he didn't speak immediately, but held Ming Chi's hair again, and gently rubbed it.

"Probably not." Ming Weiting pondered for a moment before saying, "He's chasing you."

Ming Chi knew this, he had secretly looked up at the magnificent "Guide to Star Chaser" from Uncle Lu, and nodded: "We each chase our own."

Mr. Shadow chasing his star.

He chased Mr. Shadow.

Ming Chi couldn't help being distracted again, imagining the image of the two of them running in circles for a while, and then quickly deleted the image.

...When you are so serious and serious, you can't think of such a strange scene.

When they are 80 years old in the future, they can be drawn as extra comics.

"Me." Ming Chi pointed to himself, and pointed to Wei Ting's desk, "The World."

He imitated the villain's walk with his right hand, jumped onto Mr. Shadow's arm from his chest, and walked towards the desk world: "You are my way, sir."

Ming Chi said softly: "I like the world, I like the road."

"I will like the world more in the future." Ming Chi said, "I will like the road more."

The two fingers he used to imitate walking stopped, the index finger bent, and the middle finger knelt down.

He didn't know if Ming Weiting could understand, but he still approached little by little like this, and slowly touched the opponent's arm with his knuckles.

This time, the whole person is probably red.

Here I have to discuss the problem of natural skin color again——Ming Chi is actually quite yearning for the state of the sailors of the Ming family, but he concentrated on drying himself in the sun for a few days, except for the places exposed to the outside that were reddened by the sun. Apart from that, there is almost no other effect.

Ming Chi, who returned to the room, was still feeling sad for a while because of this incident, so he had no choice but to continue reading the letter he had left before the operation.

When I opened the next one, I just urged myself to open a little bit: "You can't get tanned, and you won't turn into a healthy wheat color."

"But you may get sunburned." Before the operation, he warned himself after the operation. "If you don't use sunscreen, you will be criticized. There is no peach candy and watermelon at night."

……

These memories popped up in Ming Chi's mind, but it didn't affect his whole body to become hot rapidly, even the knuckles that touched Ming Wei Ting's arm turned red.

The bright-fingered figurine held his breath and kissed Mr. Shadow, jumped up and turned around to run. After running a few steps, he was caught by the other hand and held in his palm.

Ming Zhi hotly raised his head, meeting Ming Weiting's falling gaze.

"Let's go to the rain." Ming Weiting replied to the message sent by Mr. Xiao, "The rain is light."

His bright eyes lit up immediately, and the thought just now was thrown out of the blue in an instant.

In order to fit the atmosphere of the study, he had already changed his clothes before he came, and Ming Weiting put on a waterproof jacket and added a peaked cap on top of his head.

Ming Weiting also dressed casually.Life at sea is not suitable for suits and leather shoes. I don’t know which brand he cooperates with for his private clothes. They are quite tasteful, and the casual styles are also well designed.

The study room has a gangway leading directly to the outside of the cabin, which is intended to facilitate Ming Weiting to go down to deal with emergencies on the ship at any time, or to facilitate guests who come to the ship to discuss business directly to the study room—in short, this is the first time it has been used.

Mr. Ming held Mr. Xiao's hand. Mr. Xiao's right leg was still sore, and he couldn't walk on the last few steps, so he simply stopped.

Mr. Ming walked faster than him, and reached out to him under the gangway.

The little gentleman pursed his lips, jumped down and was caught firmly, and placed on the deck.

The wet deck was a bit slippery. He didn't hold a cane at the moment, but someone held him fairly steady, so there was no problem at all.

The rain at noon is not as cold as in the morning, because half of the sun has broken through the clouds, and the rain almost has a warm temperature.

They stood out in the sea, the water on the deck reflected the golden light of the sun, and the warm rain fell on them and on their heads.

Director Ming accidentally looked out, and just happened to see two friends, big and small, who were completely uneasy. He opened the window and leaned out his shoulders to speak. Ming Weiting had already pulled Ming Chi out of sight.

"I had this dream." Ming Chi was dragged by Ming Weiting to walk quickly, he was panting badly because his physical strength had not yet recovered, but his tone was light and anxious, "I dreamed that we were running in the rain. "

Ming Weiting turned around, but Ming Chi couldn't stop, and crashed into his arms firmly.

Ming Weiting hugged him firmly, lowered his head and asked softly, "What else did you dream about?"

Ming Chi regained his composure, and his ears turned a little red again.

...and dreamed that he brought people home.

They watched the rain together and chatted together. He also asked about the working conditions and accommodation of the cruise ship.

These Mister Shadows know it all, of course they don’t show it.

That dream finally ended in front of my aunt's grave.

He pulled Mr. Shadow away, and told his aunt loudly that this is the person he likes, the kind of person he is going to jump onto the other party's deck with his suitcase on his shoulders.

But if a person wakes up that day and really can't find Mr. Shadow, and he can't find it anywhere, he will temporarily wander around the world with his suitcase, and set off tomorrow to find the kind of love this person has.

Ming Chi's throat moved slightly, and he hid it in his pocket all the time, slowly clenched his completely wet hand, and carefully touched the seal on his palm with his fingers.

—Actually, that's what he was going to do tonight.

Of course, it is not possible to shout out so boldly, but it doesn't matter how loud you say it in your heart.

Auntie must have heard it too.

Ming Chi suddenly wondered if he had missed something else in his dream, he raised his head, wanting to ask clearly, but the peaked cap accidentally fell off.

Ming Weiting helped him catch it, raised his other hand, and brushed away his forehead hair that was wet by the warm rain.

He didn't move that hand away, and lightly squeezed Mingchi's cheeks, causing Mingchi to raise his head, so they could see each other's eyes clearly.

"We have such a tacit understanding, there is no need to chase."

Ming Weiting said softly, "Wait until I show you the world, when we reach the other end of the world."

He always thought, what a cool lady Ren is, to teach such a cool fire.

You just go and hug him.

Hug it and it will burn hot, and it will burst from a small spark into a flame.

If you like it, you will say it bravely, if you don't want to, you will chase after it immediately, you will always know what to do, and you will always be clear about your thoughts.

Always so bright.

"Wait until then." Ming Weiting said, "You just need to close your eyes."

Ming Chi wanted to speak, but the rain kept falling, and his eyelashes couldn't stop it.He heard a low and soft voice beside his ear, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

When you close your eyes, the surrounding sounds will become very clear.

He heard the sound of rain all over the sky. The warm rainwater kept falling on them, as well as on the deck and the sea. The ripples spread farther, as if they could reach the other side of the sea.

He could hear the breath and heartbeat close at hand, and the touch of their clothes, the temperature warmer than rain came through.

—he could hear what Mr. Shadow had said in his head.

Such a tacit understanding.

To the other side of the world.

Until then, just close your eyes.

Ming Chi heard his own heartbeat, he grasped the mark of the seal in his palm, closed his eyes and looked up, softly said: "Sir."

Together with the warm rain, Ming Weiting lowered his head and kissed his forehead.