They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

It was the first time that Ming Chi discovered that the night view of the cemetery turned out to be beautiful.

Of course it’s not in the garden—it’s quiet and quiet here, and it looks more like an ornamental garden from the outside, and it doesn’t look depressing at night, but it’s still unavoidable to be empty and quiet.

Ming Chi thought of a good place, and he dragged Mr. Shadow back and forth a few times, to a half-slope behind a mountain.

There is quite soft grass there, and you can see the scenery below the mountain when you lie down.

Ming Chi is so familiar with this road that his two legs know the way by themselves.He didn't even disturb his sense of direction, which was sometimes ineffective. He touched the trees all the way to say hello, and successfully found his secret base.

Ming Chi spread his arms, lay down comfortably, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

There was a slight rustling sound beside him, and there was a temperature approaching in the cool night wind.

He opened his eyes, and found that Mr. Shadow had also taken off his coat and folded it aside, imitating his movements and lying down.

"Very comfortable." Mr. Ming gave feedback, "The aroma is very special."

They were indeed wrapped in a very faint scent of grass and trees, Ming Chi rested his arms on his pillow, and adjusted the most comfortable posture: "I won't be bitten by mosquitoes."

This kind of grass is easy to grow. Although it dries up once a year, as long as it is well maintained, a new one will grow again in the coming year.

Mingchi was planted during the school years.The schoolwork is not heavy, and students are not restricted to practice in the studio, so he will come here with easel and drawing board.

If someone can jump to the sky to see, they will find that this small hillside is right behind the tomb.Ming Chi checked several times before he chose this position.

"But then we won't stay overnight." Ming Chi thought for a while, "I will go down the mountain before dark."

After all, it is also a cemetery, and this place is not entirely a garden, it is already considered a remote place.

If you accidentally stay on it for too long, you will either scare the staff who come to watch the night, or you will be frightened by the staff who come to watch the night.

Today the tomb guards are especially accommodating.Knowing that he won't come here often in the future, I agreed not to bother him and let him and the gentleman who came with him stay here for a while.

Ming Weiting was probably obsessed with serving Mr. Xiao as a pillow, so he moved Ming Chi's hand behind his head, shared his shoulder with the pillow, and chatted with him: "Where did you live at that time?"

"Mostly it's a dormitory." Ming Chi speculated based on the letter he left, "There are no roommates, so it should be a single room."

Both the school and himself have concerns, and the school happens to have conditions for single rooms.He was still underage at that time, and the procedures and procedures for renting a house outside were troublesome, so it was a very suitable choice.

The fact that he would overreact after waking up was originally a sequela left by the abduction incident.In the following three years, in fact, it has almost been corrected, and it will no longer be so out of control.

Unfortunately, there were some unpleasant experiences later.It became difficult for him to fall asleep, and the quality of his sleep was not good. The time spent in dreams became longer and longer, and those dreams became more and more depressing.

Being able to live alone, without worrying about waking up and accidentally hurting others, without worrying about Nightmare disturbing others’ rest in a dream, and when insomnia can’t fall asleep, you can turn on the light and draw all night... For him at that time, it was really great. easy.

"Mistake." Ming Chi thought for a while, and felt sorry for himself, "At that time, we should be more cheerful and make some friends."

He turned over, grabbed Mr. Shadow's other hand, and pressed it on top of his head: "Why are you so uncool."

"You tried your best."

Ming Weiting rubbed his hair: "There are people who have been obstructing you, not allowing others to be friends with you."

Ming Chi was stunned for a moment, but didn't speak immediately, his eyes showed some thought.

He seemed to be thinking a lot, but also seemed to be in a trance without thinking about it in particular.

They lay face to face in the grass like this, Ming Weiting put the hand rubbing his hair behind his back, and quietly accompanied him to sort out the thoughts hidden in the fragments.

Ming Chi's last comment: "So boring."

He quickly came to the correct conclusion: "I would have had a lot of friends without this guy."

"Much."

Ming Weiting nodded, and added for him: "If you want to play with you, you have to make an appointment a week in advance, arrange the schedule, and you can't jump in line."

……

That would not be an exaggeration to this point.

Ming Chi coughed and was about to speak modestly when he heard Mr. Ying suddenly say, "Not good."

Ming Chi immediately raised his arms: "What's wrong?"

He thought that other staff members were coming, and searched around, but he didn't hear footsteps, nor did he find the light of the flashlight.

Ming Chi withdrew his gaze and looked down at Mr. Shadow.

"Little Mister will have a lot of friends in the future." Mr. Shadow's expression is serious, as if he is really thinking about this matter seriously, "If you want to play with Little Mister, you need to make an appointment in advance."

Ming Chi was stunned for several seconds, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He used the cane for too long yesterday, and he took a day off today.Originally, he was almost better, but now he has been supporting half of his body with his right hand, and the moment his mind relaxes, he can't help but soften again.

Mr. Shadow reached out his hand in time and caught him firmly: "What should I do?"

Without any suspense, Ming Chi fell back into Mr. Shadow's arms and was tapped on the head.

Some unscrupulous creditors.

Usually, I would blackmail more than 100 paintings, but this time I was quite polite.

I also know that I have to make an appointment in advance and I can't jump in line.

"What should I do?" Ming Chi simply followed him naively: "Mr. Ming also has a lot of work, and he needs to make an appointment to play with Mr. Ming."

"Give me your schedule."

Mr. Ming asks questions and solves them: "Go to work when it's not my turn."

Ming Chi laughed a little coughingly: "It's a good way."

It sounds like Mr. Ming's style.

From then on, before going to bed every day, the two of them sat together in the chair in front of the desk and faced the schedule under the desk lamp.

It is better to work today, go out tomorrow, and sleep at home the day after tomorrow.

The wind at night became a little cooler, Ming Chi shook Mr. Shadow's hand, and stuffed it into his pocket together.

Ming Chi is actually not that playful at all.

He likes the freedom, the unfettered life, but also the purposeful fulfillment, the skills that can be mastered with constant effort and practice.

In fact, he has his own plan. After receiving systematic training to drive a boat, he plans to learn more things, and if conditions permit, he also wants to learn a private pilot's license.

Of course, it is impossible to really let go of the company's affairs.He really has no intention of becoming an artist again, but he also plans to take the time to re-record those songs, and then write some songs suitable for their styles for a few young guitarists.

He likes to paint, and he also studied this major in college. Although he has no plans to sell paintings for the time being, the invitation letter for the painting exhibition that Uncle Lu helped him to hand over to him and the grandfather of the group founder did let him know. I'm a little excited.

……

He also wants to save money.

Of course not for security.Ming Chi has always been able to live no matter what, and there are ways to live with dozens of dollars.Before the operation, Ming Chi apologized to his future self in the letter. For a period of time, he always didn't want to keep too many things on him, and it was too late to send them out.

At that time, it was because I didn't want to let anything be delayed on me, and I didn't have time to deal with it myself.

I don't want to wait for one day, but I have to inherit it according to kinship and hand it over to others for distribution.

Now I don't have to think about it at all, so I don't have to worry about it anymore.

Ming Chi quietly raised his hand, and pressed the precious glass pendant hidden in his shirt.

I suddenly had the motivation to save money because I wanted to give Mr. Shadow a gift.

The pendant is so pretty.

So good, he likes it so much.

The reason he was looking forward to this trip so much was because of Auntie and Mr. Shadow on this trip.

...It's just that there is no need to say these things in particular, as long as they are done one by one.

Ming Chi smiled: "Don't bother."

He held Ming Weiting's hand, and that hand was hidden in his pocket together with him, it was warmed: "Here."

He put that hand on his chest: "There is an exclusive VIP channel for Mr. Shadow, direct access, no appointment, no queue."

Ming Weiting lowered his head and looked at him seriously: "So powerful?"

"So powerful." Ming Chi nodded, took his hand and gently knocked on the door on his chest, and also helped with the dubbing, "Is Huomiao at home?"

He paused solemnly for a while, then asked himself and answered, "Yes, is that Mr. Shadow?"

Ming Weiting laughed, coughed lightly, and imitated Teacher Huo Miao's tone: "Yes, yes."

"Yes, yes!" Ming Chi pursed his lips, thanking himself for his enthusiastic participation, "I'm ready."

Ming Weiting was stunned for a moment, and asked Teacher Huo Miao, "What are you ready for?"

Teacher Huo Miao threw himself into his arms rather obliviously, closed his eyes, and kept Mr. Shadow's arm behind his back.

……

Ming Weiting suddenly knew his answer.

Everything is ready.

You can go anywhere and do anything.

Any time is fine.

Ming Weiting lowered his head, and seriously looked at the person who was quietly leaning on his arms with his eyes closed.

The night view of the cemetery is beautiful.

In other words, the night view of this meadow is beautiful.The starry sky is far and vast, and those tiny diamond-like starlight sprinkles in the dark sky. If you look down, you will see a sprawling building and interlaced light and dark lights.

The sky is full of stars, which is not uncommon on any route.

But thousands of lights, this is a view that is not available at sea.

"Sir." Ming Weiting said softly, "Those lamps are very beautiful."

He probably thought about it too long.

There are no mosquitoes to disturb here, only the crisp sound of insects in the distance, which is very suitable for trance.

Ming Chi waited in his arms for a long time, before he fell asleep unknowingly, his body relaxed and his breathing became calm.

This hearty vent in front of the tomb completely washed away the last influence left on him by the past, his bright forehead was pressed against his shoulder, and his expression in the dream was also relaxed and peaceful.

Ming Weiting moved lightly, hugged him and sat up.

Ming Chi opened his eyes, and when he realized it was him, he closed them again, making himself into a ball, as if he had no intention of waking up at all.

Ming Weiting retracted his arm, took the suit jacket that was folded aside, and covered him.

It will probably take time for Ming Chi to recover from the fact that he is very alert in sleep, and when he realizes that he has stood up, he breaks out of sleepiness again and opens one eye.

Ming Weiting reported to Mr. Xiao: "Let's go home."

Ming Chi puts himself in the shoes of others, and is also very concerned about Mr. Ying: "Do you recognize the way?"

"Yes." Ming Weiting smiled and rubbed his head, "Welcome to take the new route, the secret base is directly connected to the cruise ship, and there is a stop at Wanghai Villa in the middle."

Ming Chi was quite comfortable being rubbed by Mr. Tour Bus, turned the button of his shirt on the tour bus, and entered the destination: "Go back to the cruise ship with Mr. Shadow."

Before he goes to bed, he always recites what happened that day. His mind stops in the previous chat. After turning around for a while, he realizes that he really has a schedule: "Mr. Shadow, Sister Zhao Lan will find me for dinner tomorrow."

"I know." Ming Weiting nodded, and carried him slowly down the hill, "We read the news together."

In fact, Zhao Lan didn't want to contact so urgently at first, because the crew finished filming and was about to enter the post-production process, so they needed to confirm the final content with the parties.

According to Ming Chi's thinking, the documentary belongs to the former Luo Zhi, and the production team can completely follow the previous treatment plan, and there is no need to specifically ask for his opinion.

But Director Gong thought more carefully, she didn't want anything here that would affect Ming Chi's future life.The parties involved in many documentaries have to be discussed and paid attention to for a long time, and sometimes an inconspicuous detail will be revealed, bringing unexpected disturbances to the originally peaceful life.

In addition, in order to ensure the objectivity of the documentary editing stage, personal emotions should not be too involved, and it is not convenient for Director Gong to come to see him.So in the end, this matter was handed over to Zhao Lan.

This is also the end of her work this time, the last task as Director Gong's short-term assistant.

Zhao Lan got in touch with Ming Chi through Tuo Fang Hang, but when she called later, she still felt awkward and apologetic: "Brother, if you don't feel well, don't come."

"I'll ask them to send you the samples and the outline, and you can tell me when you're ready." Zhao Lan told him, "You are more important, so don't come if you feel uncomfortable."

When he received the call, Ming Chi was sitting next to Ming Weiting. They were ready to go to the cemetery at night, and they were sitting on the deck having dinner together.

The seabirds here are not as fierce as some places outside, they are very gentle and relatives, and when they see someone eating, they hover and land on the side of the boat.Those who are brave, jump on the table to peck at the bread.

Ming Chi replied, his hand was held by Mr. Shadow, and they watched the seabirds peck off the broken bread bit by bit.

Ming Chi agreed to meet him.

We made an appointment at the beginning, and when we meet again, we must have dinner together.

If there is an appointment, he will definitely go.

"Sister Zhao Lan said." Ming Chi was half asleep and half awake, and thought for a while, "She will go with her husband."

Ming Weiting nodded: "What a coincidence."

... In this kind of matter, even half asleep and half awake can react quickly.

Ming Chi quickly understood the meaning of these three words, and buried it hot in his coat. After a while, he couldn't help being happy again, and whispered, "What a coincidence."

Mr. Shadow's sense of direction is indeed very good, and they made a smooth detour to the way out, faster than when Ming Chi found them.

When he was about to go around this hillside, Ming Weiting suddenly stopped and looked down at him: "Mr. Xiao."

His voice was soft and low, softer than usual in the night wind.

Ming Chi was busy getting hot because of the saying "go with Mr.", and was burned by this sound again, raised his eyes, and then suddenly froze.

Looking at the past from their current angle, they have the widest field of vision, and can see the outline of a building under the mountain, dotted with cold or warm, bright or dark lights.

Behind every light there is a home.

Thousands of lights.

Ming Chi vaguely recalled that he seemed to have seen these standing here before—probably because he accidentally ran into a staff member who came to make an inspection, and while being startled by the other party, he also shocked the other party solidly when.

The specific process of these things is already too vague, and only a part of the picture is still in his visual memory. He remembers seeing such lights and buildings like this.

But this was the first time, he suddenly felt that these were very beautiful.

For the first time, he felt that these were beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't help but feel a little moved. At some moment, the goal of saving money suddenly took a big step forward.

Or he could be a little more productive.Write more songs, talk to the comic columns you have worked with before, be more dedicated and diligent, and read more batches of scripts...

"Wanghai villa is suitable for recuperation and vacation. It is not suitable for living in winter. It will affect the joints after a long time."

Ming Weiting thought for a while, and then continued: "I heard from Uncle Lu that the buildings on the shore will have floor heating, which is very comfortable."

Ming Chi raised his head in surprise, then laughed, closed his eyes and leaned against Ming Wei Ting's neck.

...how could they be so tacit.

How could you be so happy.

"Those lights are beautiful."

Mr. Shadow looked down at him and touched his eyelashes: "Wait until we finish our trip."

Ming Weiting didn't speak down immediately.

He was thinking of Luo Chi in his teens, who left Wanghai Villa and lived alone in a single dormitory, waiting for himself to grow up.

The 19-year-old Luo Chi accidentally became Mr. Luo, and after everyone got off work, he lay on the sofa in the company office by himself.

Now is the time.

Ming Weiting said, "I think—"

"I want to too." Huo Miao, who had grown up, was quite calm, "Wait."

Ming Weiting paused.

He noticed Ming Chi's movements, and put him on the ground firmly, still letting him wear the coat: "Wait?"

"Wait, I'll figure out a way." Ming Chi pursed his lips and put on a posture of fighting the country, at least he said calmly, "One of these lamps..."

Ming Weiting suddenly laughed out loud, and Ming Chi couldn't help laughing either.The two laughed childishly for a long time without reason, before Ming Chi finally took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes and raised his head.

Ming Chi raised his head, his expression suddenly became calm and solemn.

Ming Weiting looked into his eyes.

He suddenly remembered that day on the beach, those managers mentioned how they Ming always invited some sought-after artists, how they negotiated gambling contracts, and how they dared to promise better resources.

Not only because of Mrs. Ren's legacy, but also because of the deep or shallow favors that Mrs. Ren took to see her elders in the past.

Luo Zhi's state was not good at that time, those people could see it to some extent - even if they couldn't see it, they could guess it.

It's not uncommon at this age to take over the family business and come out on your own, but anyone who knows a little bit about the inside story knows how the Luo family and the Ren family treat this young man.

Anyone who grows up alone in such a life will not be in good shape.They were already surprised that Luo Zhi was able to stand up for the film and television company that was about to go bankrupt, and that he was able to bring a group of subordinates who were also like stragglers out to run resources and talk about gambling.

But as long as you're willing to talk to him, sit face to face with the young man for a while.

As long as you are willing to not be disturbed by the heir of the Ren family, nor be affected by those prejudices and rumors, listen carefully to what he has to say, and give him some time to speak clearly.

In the first year when we first started, although there were not many companies and resources in cooperation with Huaisheng Entertainment, they were actually quite solid and stable.

"It doesn't make sense, you just have to look into his eyes." Kuang Li said, "Look into his eyes and you know he won't lie to you."

Fang Hang took two sips of beer and added with a smile: "It's true that he won't lie to you."

Their general manager has this kind of temper. Ming Chi doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't like to make empty promises hastily, but as long as it is something he promises, he will definitely do it.

Ming Chi will not break his promise to anyone except himself.

That included himself now—he would never break a promise to himself.Ming Chi stood in the night wind, behind him were the lights of thousands of families, his eyes were brighter than the lights and stars, it was a kind of unusually quiet and clear that would never be broken.

"In these lamps."

Ming Chi said, "There will be one for us."

"Sir." Ming Chi gave him his hand, "Wait until I take you home."

The author has something to say:

Zhao Lan: Make an appointment for dinner tomorrow, and go with my husband.

Huo Miao: Make an appointment for dinner tomorrow, and go with my husband.