They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

The cruise ships sail at the end of the month.

The weather on this day is too good, the sky is blue and empty, and the sea and sky meet at the end.

The cool wind blows over the side of the ship, bringing fresh and moist water vapor.The sea is romantic, and the seabirds shuttle in the wind, singing crisply.

The coolest part of the summer is over, the sun is no longer hot, but still incredibly bright.Sprinkled in the sparkling sea waves, it presents an extraordinarily bright and warm bit of broken gold.

The siren sounded long and slow, and the cruise ship left the port with the bell, cutting white waves on the sea.

It was rare for Xiang Luan not to be so excited that he ran around all over the deck, and stood on the balcony of their room with his guitar on his back, staring at the scene outside the window with wide eyes.

People who have always lived by the sea must be familiar with the sea, but they may not be familiar with the feeling of going out to sea by boat.

When the ship left the shore, all sides turned into the blue of the sea—this blue will change with the different angles of the light, sometimes it will become more clear and transparent green, and sometimes it seems that the sun dissolves into it, turning into a warm Light Brown.

The moment the cruise ship completely leaves the port, the pier gradually disappears behind it, which will actually bring about very subtle unease.

This is probably a human instinct related to survival.Because the familiar land becomes far away, and there are seas on all sides.Those continuous waves one after another continue to extend to the distance, extremely broad, as if there is no end.

Fang Hang came over and patted his head: "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that the sea is really big. I don't think it's so big on the shore, but now I see it's so big." Xiang Luan regained his senses and rubbed the back of his head, "I'm thinking."

He suddenly fell silent a bit abruptly, after a while, he laughed again: "I'm thinking about luck."

Xiang Luan didn't say anything further, and Fang Hang didn't ask any more questions, but just walked up to him and put his hand on top of his head.

Xiang Luan wanted to yell out his throat.He poked his head out to look at the balconies on the left and right, and was too embarrassed to shout, so he finally took off the guitar.

He took the guitar out of the gig bag, touched the special sign cherishedly, found a place to sit down, and plucked the strings twice.

The sound of the zither was scattered in the sea breeze, and the accompanying seabirds immediately echoed it.

Human beings always have a self-protection mechanism. The more uncomfortable they are, the more they have to grit their teeth and bear it. The more afraid they are, the more they refuse to admit it.

Probably only when it was the most reassuring and relaxed time, did the lingering fear finally come up slowly like a tide.

Xiang Luan plucked the piano for a while, grinned, rubbed the back of his head with a smile.

……fortunately.

If it really looks like the most feared situation, he is now singing in the sea, and he probably can grin and howl from the first string to the last string.

When the time comes, I can't breathe from crying, I can't speak clearly, and I'm still singing, tears can directly drown the guitar.

Fortunately, they can laugh, chat and sing for his brother here.

fortunately.

The sea is so big.

Xiang Luan buried himself in practicing the piano.

His first song was written, and the melody was satisfactory, but he still felt that the arrangement and lyrics were too immature.At least for now, he is completely embarrassed to sing it to his brother, and wants to polish it up.

The polish was a bit too focused—by the time Xiang Luan noticed that Manager Fang was secretly kicking and winking at him, and found out that his brother was actually on the deck directly below the balcony, it was too late.

Xiang Luan jumped up holding the guitar and stood at attention on the balcony with a red face.

Fang Hang coughed, cleared his throat, and stood at attention beside him.

Ming Chi's clothes today are completely different from usual.

He didn't wear a trench coat or casual clothes, and he changed into a sailor's uniform like everyone else on the cruise ship.

Now is the rest time, Ming Chi is arranged to bask in the sun on the deck according to the schedule, and go to have lunch together when Mr. Ming comes back from patrolling the ship.

The wind and sunshine in early autumn are hot and cool, especially at sea, where the wind will bring up a rather cool air flow, and the sun will make people feel warm and do not want to move.

Ming Chi was leaning on the wicker chair, his well-tailored shirt was tied up with a tie, his restrained navy blue uniform jacket was draped over his shoulders, and his brim hat was casually tucked between his arms.

There is nothing to do at the moment, he lowered his head and was concentrating on writing something on the sticky note. He didn't know if he was so close, could he hear the obvious guitar sound that had been playing for a long time?

Looking at it, Xiang Luanguang was so itchy that he squeezed Manager Fang through his teeth: "Brother Fang Fang, do I still have a chance to be a resident singer..."

"No way!" The manager of the artist department could listen to everything, but he had a headache for a second after hearing this, "Has your windbreaker arrived yet? Isn't it here yet? Why are you looking at something else!"

"It's just not here!" Xiang Luan jumped up anxiously, "Brother Fang! Look at my brother! Look at how handsome I am!"

Of course Fang Hang saw it.For a few seconds, he almost grabbed the Entertainment and Propaganda Department to take a picture, and finally held back and didn't turn to the camera: "That's the pillar of our company! Look at the few in our department, they look good in windbreakers. ?"

Xiang Luan was discouraged for a second, holding the guitar with his head drooping, feeling embarrassed, and couldn't help but poke his head and look down several times.

"Pillar at the front desk!" Fang Hang remembered that Ming Chi had retired, and corrected himself, "When will you be able to reach this level, we don't have to watch the old video of the general manager every day to relieve our hunger."

Of course Xiang Luan also thought about it—when he knew that Ming Chi didn't plan to come back to be an artist again, he, a hardcore fan, did feel uncomfortable for a few seconds, but immediately felt that there was no problem at all.

Of course his brother can do whatever he wants, no one is allowed to make irresponsible remarks, everything must be based on his brother's happiness.

...Besides, this decision sounds a bit abrupt to them, but as long as they have met Ming Chi, they can't help but feel that it is appropriate.

The bright guitar should not only be heard by the audience under the spotlight, but also by the mountains, the clouds, the wind and the waves.

Xiang Luan's competitive spirit was aroused.No matter what, he didn't want to embarrass his brother, so he tiptoed to another inconspicuous place to continue practicing, but was kicked by Fang Hang again.

After Ming Chi finished writing the note, he suddenly raised his head and looked in their direction.

The room they lived in was on the second floor, not far from the deck at all. Looking at it from this distance, even the bright smile in those eyes was very obvious.

"Hurry up." Fang Hang urged him in a low voice, "Seize the opportunity and play now!"

Xiang Luan hadn't edited it yet, and was so anxious that his forehead was sweating: "No! I'm still not satisfied with this version. There are a few sections that always feel awkward and have to be readjusted. I have no idea..."

Xiang Luan was hugging the guitar, his face flushed red, thinking about running away, but he suddenly saw Ming Chi making a gesture, and couldn't help but startled.

Ming Chi took out an empty conch shell, tore off the post-it note, stuffed it in, and pulled out a piece of toffee to seal it.

He weighed it twice in his hand, and felt that the weight was about right, so he raised his hand and threw it up.

Seeing Ming Chi's movement, Xiang Luan immediately handed the guitar to Fang Hang, rushed to the balcony and caught the conch shell firmly.

Fang Hang helped him hold the guitar, looked at Luan Guang, peeled off the candy and stuffed it into his mouth happily, and hurriedly urged: "Hurry up, what is written on the note?"

With sugar in his mouth, Xiang Luan took out the note neatly and opened it, and suddenly his eyes widened.

Fang Hang watched it together with him, but couldn't understand it at all: "What is it, a code?"

Xiang Luan read the note back and forth several times, and took the guitar happily: "Song! My brother helped me change the song!"

"So it's still possible to change it like this, why do I have such an elm head!" Xiang Luan patted his forehead, and immediately sat on the bed and played it a few times, "It's much smoother this way!"

Seeing his elation, Fang Hang followed suit, folded his arms and leaned aside, listening to Xiang Luan practicing back and forth with his head buried.

He was almost completely a layman in music, and could only simply distinguish whether it was good or not. In fact, he already thought that Xiang Luan's song was good just now, so he could sing it like that.

But after such a change, those few sections changed almost immediately.After Xiang Luan played it a few times, Fang Hang was able to hum along with him.

"How did you do it?"

Xiang Luan couldn't figure it out at all, so he asked Fang Hang, "I also understand music theory, but I just didn't think of this. When will I be so good?"

"It depends on experience." This Fang Hang will answer, and tell him calmly, "It requires rich experience and abundant emotions..."

Xiang Luan jumped up excitedly, rushed to the balcony to thank Ming Chi, only to find that there was no one in the wicker chair under the balcony.

Mr. Ming came back from his cruise and went to have lunch with Mr. Xiao at home.

The two walked away while chatting, and they didn't know what they said, Mr. Ming took off his hat with the captain's logo, and put it on Mr. Xiao's head.

……

Manager Fang, who chased to the balcony, witnessed this scene together with the artists in his department.

This scene is too cool.

If it is a movie, it is especially suitable for the scene of saying goodbye when the curtain call is about to end.

Bask in the sun, change the song casually, and brush off your clothes when things are over.

Xiang Luan also wanted to have experience, holding the guitar and muttering: "...Brother Fang."

"No!" Fang Hang roared, "I'll think about it after you turn 20!"

Xiang Luan sighed regretfully, returned to the position just now and continued to practice the piano, and was patted on the head by Fang Hang to remind him to protect the guitar from moisture. There is a special place on the cruise ship for them to store and maintain their musical instruments.

Xiang Luan bowed his head and agreed, but actually the toffee he was biting into was so sweet that the corners of his mouth were already grinning to the sky.

When Fang Hang packed up his things and was about to come back to ask him to have lunch, he saw that Xiang Luan was not playing the guitar for the rare occasion, and he opened his arms quite halfway, and closed his eyes comfortably, letting the sea breeze hit him.

……fortunately.

fortunately.

Fang Hang himself was still terrified, he patted his chest, shook his head and smiled.

Fortunately, their general manager is so powerful and great.

Fortunately, Ming Chi was still willing to come back.

They also finally have the mood to relax and be happy.The sun is beautiful, the clouds are beautiful, the sun in the waves is like broken gold sand, and even the wind is sweet.

……

Ming Chi and Ming Wei Ting are restaurants on the top floor.

The view here is very good, the sea stretches as far as the eye can see, and the junction of the sea and the sky is so close that it seems to be in front of you, but it seems to be too far away to touch.

Passengers on deck are enjoying the most comfortable afternoon.The sun was languid and soft, and the wind was calm and level. Zhao Lan and his wife had gotten quite acquainted with friends from Huaisheng Entertainment. They listened to some young musicians playing music together, and Kuang Li and Fang Hang chatted on the side of the boat.

Uncle Lu has already sent out the invitation letters.The dinner was scheduled for the last day before the end of the journey, and they would eat together with all their friends.

Each invitation letter is handwritten, with signatures and seals of two people pasted side by side.

Ming Chi finally found the right time, set up the easel on the wide and bright terrace, and started to deal with the suspected post-modern art oil painting he painted before the operation, which no one could understand.

Ming Weiting helped him mix the paint and wash the brushes, the two of them cooperated quite tacitly, Ming Chi was looking for the pen he wanted, and Ming Weiting had already handed him Xiaolanghao.

With a smile in Ming Chi's eyes, he thanked the professional assistant in a serious manner, held his breath, and focused on drawing out the outlines.

Ming Weiting saw that he had drawn a corner, and had already guessed: "It's us."

"It's us." Ming Chi nodded, "At that time, I thought, if I wait for the operation, I can still understand this painting."

——Those color blocks are not randomly distributed.

They are the bottom line, just like the month before the operation to recuperate his body, some days his mind is clear, some days he is not so clear-headed, and some days he seems to be walking in a fog.

But no matter which one it is, a new thick and colorful background color has been laid, and these bright background colors finally dispel the blank fog.

He walked out along these background colors, and he set a small goal for himself after the operation.

At least after the operation, I have to be able to understand this painting.

Ming Weiting put one hand on his side, bent his shoulders on Ming Chi's shoulder, looking at the pen in Ming Chi's hand.

"This is our first reunion in the rain."

Ming Chi carefully finished the stroke: "Mr. Shadow touched my head."

He pointed to the finished part on the other side: "This is the bonfire party that day, and I saw the outline of the boat."

These are important nodes of reality.

Next, it gets a little surreal.

Ming Chi continued to draw the third small block: "This is Mr. Shadow who got off the boat, picked me up and ran away."

"This is Mr. Shadow knocking on the door and inviting me to come aboard and make a home with him all over the world."

Ming Chi explained: "Then I was beaten by my aunt with a broom."

Ming Weiting recognized the picture very much, but still commented objectively: "I ran with Mr. Xiao in my arms, and was beaten by my aunt again. It should be difficult to keep the silhouette so cool."

Mr. Ming Xiao is quite assertive in this matter: "It's that cool."

Ming Weiting took the iced fruit wine and stuck it on his forehead.

Ming Chi laughed, bit the straw and took two sips, and continued: "This is when I traveled back and took my aunt to check my body, and then we got a cruise ticket together, and we went to the cruise ship to stop the little girl who didn't know me at that time. Mister Shadow."

"No." Ming Weiting said.

Ming Chi blinked: "No?"

He guessed that the rigorous Mr. Ming would say that there is no relevant scientific basis, and was about to explain to him that this is a technique of artistic expression, Ming Weiting already nodded: "Scientific basis is not important."

"I don't consider theory." Ming Weiting said: "If time travel exists in principle, I will definitely go back with you."

The paintbrush in Ming Chi's hand stopped, his chest felt hot, he closed his eyes with a smile, and held the hand on his shoulder.

Ming Weiting turned his hand around and overlapped his palm.

"Mr. Shadow."

Ming Chi suddenly remembered something: "Your name is very special."

Ming Chi asked softly: "Have you ever asked why you are called this name?"

"No." Ming Weiting thought for a while, "My name is special?"

In fact, there are not many times when Chinese is used on the high seas, and there are few channels that can receive domestic channels.

Ming Weiting's Chinese is learned from Uncle Lu and News Network, and the grammar is correct, but the communication is often too standard, so that it seems blunt.

When Ming Chi was recuperating on the cruise ship, Ming Weiting repeatedly practiced the content of greeting him because of this, trying to make his mouth as natural as possible.

"It was my mother who didn't have time to explain it to me."

Ming Weiting asked: "Is there a special meaning?"

Ming Chi nodded, he held Mr. Shadow's hand, and wrote these two words again: "I don't know if it means that."

But Uncle Lu said that although Mrs. Ming is the most troublesome girl in the family, she is also from a scholarly family, and there are piles of writers in the family.

"There is a poem, I have read it before." Ming Chi said, "The perilous pavilion has no neighbors, and you can see the spring of three thousand worlds."

At that time, Ming Chi couldn't help but think that perhaps this name contained Mrs. Ming's most earnest expectation for her child.

Even if it is the top of the mountain, the end of the world, even if you are destined to be a "Mr." who lives on the boat forever, you can see the spring in the three thousand worlds.

Ming Chi wrote while talking, and when he wrote the last stroke, his finger rested on the horizontal line of "Spring", and was suddenly turned up by his palm to wrap it warmly.

Ming Weiting took his hand and looked at the painting with him: "Three thousand worlds."

Ming Chi hadn't thought about the connection between these two things before, his eyes lit up: "Really."

He took out the pen from his pocket, and Ming Weiting took it over, holding his hand and signing the painting together with him.

The sea breeze shuttles freely around them, the sun is clear, the sea is warm, and their shadows are stacked together.

"Three thousand world."

Ming Weiting lowered his head and looked into Ming Chi's eyes: "I want to meet you."

Ming Chi's eyes were clear, he smiled, and the smile covered the shadows that fell into his eyes: "No problem, I'm going to practice mountain climbing right now."

There is a blank space in the center of the picture, Ming Chi adjusts the color and fills in the color blocks there.

He was out of inspiration when he drew here before, and he hasn't decided what to fill in here, so he left it blank for the time being, and wanted to fill it in after the operation.

Inspiration is abundant right now.

"Wei Ting has neighbors."

Ming Chi told him: "In every world, there is a little gentleman who lives in it."