They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

The weather is better than usual tonight.

What Ming Chi saw on the road was a shoal, the terrain was flat, and the sea water was so clear that he could see the fine sand between the stone crevices.

There is no wind, but after all, it is a place like the seaside, the temperature at night is already very comfortable, and even the moonlight that falls seems to be cool.

The man-made navigation system man was in charge of guiding the way, so he made a diversion and went back home to pick up new fireworks.

Those fireworks are not like a show at all, neither lively nor dazzling, one is about to burn out in the dark night sky, and the other is slowly rising up.

Their shadows overlap and fall on the calm water, like a ladder, walking steadily further and further.

Ming Lu found that Mr. Xiao didn't have a cane, so he got off the boat and followed the direction of the fireworks to find them.

……

The content depicted in that painting is what happened at this time.

Manager Ming combined what he knew and saw, summarized and sorted it out concisely, and said this sentence in a leisurely manner, stopped talking and stood up.

Xun Zhen's eyes widened: "Is it gone?"

Manager Ming straightened his clothes and looked at him kindly: "President Xun still wants to continue listening?"

Xun Zhen was stunned for two seconds and suddenly came back to his senses, shut his mouth firmly, and shook his head decisively and quickly.

...That's what happened at this time.

Director Ming went to deliver the cane, and saw Mr. Ming Xiao who abducted him in a car.

Ming Chi's reconstruction plan is going very smoothly, not only running and jumping is no longer a problem, he can even lead his husband to chase fireworks without a cane.

But some people not only boarded the ship a week late, but also failed to bring their families along because of business trips.

Xun Zhen lived alone in the big room this time. When he was listening to the story just now, his mind was all in those words, and he didn't feel anything wrong.

Now that the story was finished, Dean Xun sat alone on a chair with his briefcase on his lap, and suddenly felt that the endless sea level outside the window was too lonely and wide.

Xun Zhen thought of his wife who went on a trip with friends, and felt a little sad for no reason: "Director Ming..."

Manager Ming has received the message from Mr. Xiao.

I have traveled to many places along the way, although they are all along the coast, the dishes are quite different.Some are light, some are heavy on spices, and some are more pungent pickled and mixed. Every time you enter the port, you can encounter different flavors.

Mr. Xiao is still teaching him how to make stuffed bread, and he also made a few new dishes by himself. He sent a message to ask Uncle Lu to go back to have dinner with him.

Ming Chi has always liked to study cooking. When he was a child, he often went to the kitchen with Mrs. Ren, sometimes baking pastries, sometimes researching new dishes, and every time he researched a finished product that tasted quite good.

In the past, he studied and ate by himself, but now, of course, he tastes them together as a family. He eats amazing dishes, which can also provide a lot of inspiration for the restaurant.

Because some dishes cannot wait to cool down, and it is harmful to the body if the dinner time is too late, so we must go there immediately.

Ming Lu explained the reason in detail, straightened his collar, and left the room vigorously.

Dean Xun carried his briefcase and stared at the moon alone for 5 minutes facing the lonely and vast sea outside the window.

Dean Xun went back to the main room alone, passed by the restaurant and ordered two small cakes to take away, and then made a video call to his wife.

……

Ming Lu knocked on the door of the living room. Mr. and Mr. Xiao had finished dinner and were making fruit wine together.

Ming Chi added an extra serving of base wine to Mr. Shadow's glass, winked at Chu Lu and gestured quietly.Ming Lu also nodded calmly, and calmly helped to block the direction of the gentleman.

The painting was placed on the balcony, waiting for tomorrow to continue, and the progress was already a bit more than before.

The colors used in the picture are warm and quiet, like a layer of extra soft mist. In addition to depicting the fireworks between the sky and the water, there are also figures reflected in the water.

... What happened at that time is really not suitable for Dean Xun who boarded the boat alone.

In fact, if one really wanted to know the details of that night, probably only two of the parties involved would know.

Director Ming has already accompanied the previous Mr. Dai to chase after his wife once. He has rich experience and knowledge, and knows that there should be room for two people at such a time.So I didn't come close, I just took loose casual clothes and waited near the car.

When Ming Weiting and Ming Chi came back together, those clothes really came in handy.

Fireworks bloom in the sky and shine in the water. If you go to chase the falling shadow, of course your clothes will be wet by the sea water.

It's just that the two big friends and children who took the initiative to go out to get in the rain on a rainy day, who are not worry-free, are almost completely soaked this time. .

Ming Chi put the mixed fruit wine on the table, this time he added more grape juice and fruit pulp, the taste is more refreshing than before, and the taste is better.

Ming Lu sat down at the table, seeing that Ming Weiting actually took the initiative to get the glass with more grapes, he couldn't help being curious: "Since when did you like grapes, Mister?"

"A few days ago." Ming Weiting thought for a while, "On Qixi Festival."

There is no custom of using the lunar calendar on the cruise ship. Minglu was stunned when he heard this, and then he made the calculations, and finally remembered what was special about that night: "It turned out to be Qixi Festival that day."

Ming Weiting nodded, and he went to check the relevant information: "It is a legend in folk culture. On this night, a separated family can be reunited with the help of magpies, and they can spend a family reunion together. night."

Ming Lu has not understood this festival from this perspective, but the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet on the magpie bridge, so this explanation is not wrong at all.

"Uncle Lu." Ming Weiting said, "We will also celebrate Qixi at home from now on."

Ming Lu coughed lightly, looked at Ming Chi's red ears, immediately understood, smiled and nodded: "Okay."

"It should be celebrated." Ming Lu nodded, "I will remember the date, from now on, Mr. and Mr. Xiao will celebrate Qixi Festival every year."

Mr. Xiao was buried hot in the rice bowl, and expressed his position firmly by nodding.

All members voted to pass, and Manager Ming put this matter on the family's agenda.

Aware of the specialness of that day, Ming Lu couldn't help being curious about what happened that night, looked up at the balcony, and carefully looked at the painting for a while.

In all fairness, the weather and scenery were really good that night.

On the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the moon is neither thin nor round, but it is quite bright, and it is reflected in the water very clearly, as if it can be picked up by hand.

There were two people chasing a firework there, one of them didn't bring a cane, maybe he was flexible enough but not strong enough.But that's totally fine, there's always someone by your side, so you don't have to worry about falling.

It may be hugged - this is more efficient, and the chest will be close to the ears, so close that even if you don't wear a hearing aid, you can clearly hear the heartbeat.

That night, someone knew about Qixi Festival, and someone fell in love with grapes.

……

Ming Chi puts his head down and works hard to pick up vegetables and eat, and drinks the low-alcohol fruit wine he adjusted.

With the lesson of drinking too much by accident last time, Ming Chi has a good memory this time, and specially strictly guards his cup, but he is curious and wants to know the taste of Mr. Shadow's cup.

He raised his head as soon as he drank two sips, and couldn't help raising his head after another two sips, which soon caught Mr. Ming's attention.

Ming Weiting rubbed his hair, picked a grape from the fruit plate and put it in his hand, lowered his head and waited for the little gentleman to speak.

Ming Chi pressed the corner of his mouth lightly.

After confirming that Uncle Lu is concentrating on the painting, Ming Chi holds the grapes to the top of his head in a serious manner.

... This is also a legend in folk culture.

It is said that on the night of Qixi Festival, as long as you go under the grape trellis, you can hear the Cowherd and Weaver Girl whispering.

It is certainly not true that Altair and Vega are both stars.But the custom is still handed down. If you whisper something under the grape trellis, the more sincere you say, the more true it will be.

That night, after the last firework, they were far out from shore, and the high tide was almost covering the rocky beach.

Ming Chi found a fairly flat, wide and high-lying stone, and lay down with his arms outstretched.

The sea water was surging, and the cover slowly washed up, wrapping him in the waves, and retreating back unhurriedly.

Ming Chi tried to close his eyes and hold his breath, but the moment his ears were flooded by sea water, he couldn't help coughing twice, and immediately sea water poured in.

Someone reached out to wrap his arms around his shoulders and neck, trying to hug him out of the water, but Ming Chi grabbed that hand.

Ming Chi still closed his eyes, holding Mr. Shadow's palm.

The next time there is sea water washing up again, he successfully held his breath, opened his eyes and wiped his face, smiling at Mr. Shadow with bright eyes.

Ming Weiting looked at him, also smiled, and lay down with Ming Chi.

He also imitated Ming Chi's movements and lay down next to Ming Chi, and stretched out his arms quite dedicatedly, serving as Mr. Xiao's pillow.

Ming Chi can swim—even if he doesn't know how to surf and dive for the time being, but after all, he has lived in Wanghai Villa for so long and is always dragged out by his aunt to play in the water, so he is still good at swimming.

These days, Ming Chi himself has tried to practice holding his breath in the bathtub, but it still seems to feel different from sea water.

The seawater rushes up, occupying the field of vision and hearing, and only the sound of the surging water can be heard beside the ear, and it is easy for people to flash back some overwhelming suffocation feeling in an instant, and the mind will instantly become blank.

...but as long as you hold hands it's not a problem at all.

Not only was he not blank, he also had the time to think of other things.

Ming Chi suddenly remembered that he seemed to have hidden a bunch of grapes in the cliff above his head.

Grapes bought on the way back.When Mr. Navigator led them back here, Ming Chi jumped up and hid them.

The reason why I want to buy grapes is because tonight is Qixi Festival.

Tonight is Qixi Festival, but at such a good time, there is not a single vine here.

Apart from the cliffs, there are reefs on the beach by the sea. The sea is salty and the wind is strong. It is not the fault of the grapes that there are no grape vines.

Ming Chi acted accordingly, on the way back, he bought a bunch of grapes that tasted the sweetest, borrowed water from the stall owner to wash them, and decided to use them as a temporary substitute.

He told the legend to Mr. Shadow, and together they got up wet from the water and found the hidden grapes.

On the day of Qixi Festival, whispering under the grapes, sincerity leads to spirit.

……

So the two of them chatted under the bunch of grapes while picking and eating grapes, and whispered about a hundred words.

Here are nine happy things about No.30.

No. 40 pieces, Mr. Ming Xiao carved his own first seal, took it out and dipped it in sea water, and it was stamped on Mr. Ming's palm.

The sea water can't leave traces, Ming Weiting looked down at him and said softly: "Wait back and change the ink pad."

"Don't worry." Ming Chi is still not satisfied with this square seal, "Practice a few more times and choose the best looking one."

Ming Weiting asked: "Isn't there also time for Qixi Festival?"

Ming Chi didn't react, and was stunned: "What?"

"Seal." Ming Weiting said, "It has the same legal effect as a signature."

He closed his eyes, recalled the feeling of touch just now in detail, slowly outlined those dark lines in Ming Chi's palm, and read out the words on it: "Ming, Chi, Zhi."

Ming Chi didn't expect Mr. Ying to have such a hand, his eyes widened and his ears felt a little hot.

He coughed lightly, and admitted honestly: "The last word 'print' was not engraved, so it was scraped off."

"very suitable."

Ming Weiting shook his head: "These three words are enough."

"'zhi' is used in the positive structure, which means it is equivalent to 'of' in modern Chinese. You are printed on my hand." Ming Weiting translated, "I am yours."

I still remember the request to whisper, his voice was very low, and in the sound of the rising and falling tide, there was a solemn and soft voice that was completely serious.

"I'm yours."

Ming Chi's heart skipped a beat in his chest.

Ming Chi raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him.

The moon was bright, and they stood under the grapes.

Although only one grape was eaten, it was still a grape, and they stood under the grape.

Sincerity leads to spirit.

Ming Chi reaches out to pick the grape, but Ming Weiting holds his hand and looks down at him.

"Eating is the best." Ming Chi pursed his lips, closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Spend a lifetime of Qixi Festival with Mr. Shadow."

Ming Weiting lowered his head, and swallowed the grape pulp that Mr. Xiao had peeled and handed over.

Ming Chi's hands were stained with some sea water, and the smell of grapes also brought a little saltiness of sea water.Before he could react, Ming Chi suddenly took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and put his foot on his arm, leaning forward quickly.

With Ming Chi's fingers in between, they ate the grape together.The exhaled airflow was entangled close at hand, and the gaze crashed into the fundus of the eyes unprepared and reserved.

Warm touch and cool and soft grape pulp, the taste of sea water and the bright smoke of fireworks.

……

Ming Chi held up the stuffed grape, and quickly whispered something to Mr. Shadow.

After Mr. Shadow listened carefully, he nodded and handed him his cup.

The flavor of this kind of fruit wine needs to be blended with the base wine, otherwise it will lack the taste, no matter what, it looks like pure fruit juice.

Ming Chi lowered his head and took a sip carefully, and found that it was indeed better than his own, so he couldn't help but sip a little more.

Mr. Shadow has always been very generous with this kind of thing, just took a small glass and poured half of it for him.

When Manager Ming finished admiring the painting and turned his attention back to the room, Mr. Ming Xiao who had poured a double serving of base wine for his husband had already held the glass of wine and sipped more than half of it in small sips.

Ming Chi's wine is quite good.When I'm drunk, I don't make trouble or sleep, my mood is very stable, and my consciousness is very clear, but I like to talk in a low voice.

"I also like to eat grapes." Ming Chi met Ming Lu's gaze, and his eyes became even more curved, "Uncle Lu, I want to spend the Qixi Festival with my husband for the rest of my life, but we don't want to go to the bridge."

Minglu laughed and nodded in agreement: "What's so good about Queqiao, I want to see Mr., and I can see him as soon as I lift my foot."

Ming Chi thought for a while, and found that this was indeed the case, so he was even happier, and moved the chair towards Mr. Shadow with a lift of his feet.

He moved to Mr. Shadow, and groping around again,

Ming Weiting guessed what Ming Chi was looking for, stroked his hair, helped to bring the diary over to the latest page, and uncapped the pen.

Ming Chi hugged the diary, picked up a pen and meditated solemnly for a long time.

The drunk Mr. Ming Xiao likes to speak in a low voice and is very honest, never hiding his thoughts.

He didn't start with the usual "No.40 A happy thing", and wrote "No. 40 A thing that he planned to tell Mr. Shadow when he confessed."

Mr. Ming Xiao hugged his diary and wrote the memo stroke by stroke: only three characters were engraved on the seal, and only one grape was required.

One box of fireworks requires two people.

Three plus one plus one plus two equals seven.

He wants to spend the whole Qixi Festival with Mr. Shadow.

Don't magpie the bridge, he will jump across it as soon as he lifts his foot.

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Chinese Valentine's Day Special‧End

There will always be in the future, please wait for me on the if line!

Happy Qixi Festival, draw red envelopes to give everyone happy candies (bu