They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Luo Chi couldn't hear, so he spoke slowly.

Ming Weiting looked into Luo Chi's eyes, he was worried that the atmosphere would be too serious, and wanted to touch Luo Chi's hair, he raised his hand and waited inquiringly.

…

Luo Chi, who woke up again, could give less reaction than any time before.

When he was taken back to the cruise ship from the beach, Luo Zhi's response to external stimuli was very weak. But as long as you speak patiently a few times and speak slowly, you can still get a response.

At that time, Luo Zhi could still understand the simplest commands.

Although his consciousness is in a trance, his hands and feet seem to be too heavy to lift, but as long as he regains a little strength, he can slowly move on his own.

He seemed to be trapped in a piece of sea water that was very far and deep, but he could still reflect some faint light and shadow, causing the last tiny ripples on the water surface.

Then those ripples were gradually torn and swallowed by the night, and the water surface finally calmed down a little bit.

…

Luo Chi quietly opened his eyes, his eyes were dazed and had nowhere to go.

"I bought your painting and I paid the bill."

Ming Weiting retracted his raised hand and explained to him slowly: "I heard you play the guitar a long time ago, and I have liked you ever since."

...he's really not a good fan.

If he has enough excellent expression skills, he can more accurately describe Luo Chi, the scene he saw on the beach that night many years ago.

There were a lot of people around the campfire, a lot of beats, and people stepping on the beach with their bare feet.

In fact, that's too little. That fire should have been surrounded by so many people, it should have been surrounded by more people and more lively, and there should be countless people who like him.

They should smile at him, greet and wave at him from a distance, come over and give him a generous shoulder bump and hug.

It's time to touch him affectionately.

The boy on the beach was holding the guitar, and the quiet and soft moonlit night and the evening wind were holding him together, but the tune from the guitar was bright and crisp.

The waves rose and fell and washed the reefs. People laughed and applauded and whistled constantly. He just stood there, as if he saw the endless bright sea sprinkled with sparks.

Ming Weiting knew that Luo Chi couldn't hear now, but he subconsciously lowered his voice and told him a little bit of it.

"Sorry for not being a good fan of you."

Ming Weiting said softly: "I came a long time late, I should have gone to tell you that I liked you a long time ago."

He held Luo Chi's hand, which was soft and cold, lying motionless in his palm.

Ming Weiting told him everything he had to say.

At the one hundred and ninety-seventh heartbeat, Luo Chi finally began to realize that he was talking to himself, and his completely out-of-focus empty eyes were struggling to gather little by little.

…

It's just this process that seems to have quickly exhausted the little remaining mental energy.

Luo Chi's eyes still seemed sluggish, and he only insisted on stopping on that face for a moment, his eyelashes trembled, and fell slowly down to exhaustion.

At the moment when the eyelashes were closed, Luo Chi's chest throbbed lightly, and then he tried to open it again.

"It doesn't matter, there is nothing to worry about." Ming Weiting immediately stopped talking and reached out to dim the lights, "You can rest when you are tired."

He thought his tone was not good, so he practiced it a few times in his mind and revised it again: "If you are tired, you should rest well."

Luo Chi still opened his eyes.

Ming Weiting hesitated for a moment, then tried to reach out and gently touch his hair.

This body has been emptied, but it seems that some deep-rooted aftertaste still remains.

As soon as Ming Weiting tried to gently touch the top of his hair with the back of his hand, Luo Chi's body tensed without warning, his breathing began to quicken, and his back became instantly stiff.

Those unconscious struggles seemed to overflow from the depths of the body. He almost broke himself to the ground, and at the same time as his body slipped, Ming Weiting reached out his hand in time to hug him.

No matter what Luo Chi said in such a posture, he couldn't see it. Ming Weiting was afraid that he would hurt himself, so he could only use his arms and shoulders to hold him tightly and control Luo Chi's struggling body.

The body that was bound by him was so thin that even the spine was crumpled, like a dead leaf that couldn't be warmed by the cold.

Luo Chi couldn't give the corresponding physical strength at all, so that kind of struggle only weakened in an instant. It's just that the cold and pale fingers are still instinctively curled up, groping in vain, as if trying to find something to protect themselves.

"It's alright, there's no danger here." Mingwei Pavilion stepped back a little so that Luo Chi could see his mouth, "There's no danger."

Ming Weiting looked at him: "There will be no danger in the future."

Luo Chi's face was pale, and the fog in his eyes was even thicker. He didn't know if he understood what he said.

Ming Weiting no longer touched him with his hands, but just wrapped Luo Chi back into his arms. He clenched his palms around the cuffs and used his arms to comfort Luo Chi slowly from top to bottom.

He kept repeating this movement until his back, which was almost cramped, softened from the tension between his arms.

Luo Chi relaxed little by little in his arms, no longer struggling.

Ming Weiting waited until the sound of breathing in his arms became completely uniform. He let go of his arm a little, and Luo Chi fluttered down the exit, and Ming Weiting subconsciously reached out to embrace it, and then raised his hand to stop his folded neck.

Luo Chi didn't react to his touch again this time, his eyes were half-closed, as if he had fainted from exhaustion.

"Good night." Ming Weiting said softly, "Huo Miao, good night."

Ming Weiting supported him carefully, put Luo Chi's body back on the bed smoothly and gently, waiting for him to close his eyes and cover him with the quilt again.

He bent down and arranged the quilt for Luo Chi, turned off the bedside lamp, and turned around.

Minglu outside the door said at the right time: "Sir."

Ming Weiting didn't want to say anything he shouldn't have said in the place where Luo Chi was, he shook his head slightly, turned around to confirm that Luo Chi was asleep, and walked out of the room lightly.

Ming Lu closed the door behind him, took two steps back, and looked at the coldness in Ming Weiting's eyes sinking.

"The two children of the Luo family were lost. One came back not long after, and the other was lost for three years."

After confirming his attitude, Minglu has arranged for people to investigate more targeted details: "No one in the Luo family dares to investigate what happened in the past three years."

Mingweiting took a cigarette and leaned back against the wall: "No one dares?"

"Yes." Minglu said, "I only know that I must have suffered a lot."

Luo Chi was not found by his family, but he cooperated with another female student who was also kidnapped to cause a fight, took the opportunity to flee and called the police, and escaped on the basis of his own life and death.

The police also kept a complete case file at the time, as well as an injury appraisal.

The injury identification was very detailed, so detailed that even an outsider like Ming Lu, who had nothing to do with it, had a faint chill behind his back.

The main force of the Ming family is on the high seas. In these areas that are not subject to any sovereign jurisdiction, there will of course be many chaotic forces that cannot be seen, and they are no strangers to the most shocking cruel methods.

…

But if these injuries are placed on a ten-year-old child, it would be ridiculous to be indifferent.

Ming Lu didn't talk much about this matter, just took out the injury report and the case and handed it to Ming Weiting, and continued: "The Luo family spent a lot of money to keep the recovered child in the hospital. For a few months..."

Ming Weiting frowned: "Return them."

Ming Lu's original intention was not this.

"Sir, there is only one record of borrowing and reading these things, and the signer is Ren Shuangmei."

Minglu looked at the information in his hand and reminded him, "There's nothing left."

No one in the Luo family has seen these things.

They took the retrieved child to the hospital, where they had been carefully raised for several months. When they brought him back, at least the trauma had healed, but he was thinner and slightly smaller than other children of the same age.

…

Because the injury has already healed, naturally no one will pursue the past.

Ming Weiting picked up the two document bags and tried the thickness of the contents inside.

He looked down, his fingers resting on the sharp edge of the file bag, and he pressed it slowly twice.

Ming Weiting's voice was very soft: "Luo Chengxiu hasn't seen it?"

"He was abroad at the time, talking about a very important business, which was related to the lifeline of the Locke family in the core field. If something goes wrong, it may lead to a series of thunderstorms for several pillar companies."

Minglu answered objectively and truthfully: "We talked about it for almost three months."

It's hard to tell completely whether Luo Chengxiu's extraordinarily lack of patience with Luo Zhi was due to the business that was almost everywhere in the past three months.

There are a lot of anger that makes no sense at all. It's like "getting a son back" and "the situation in the market has taken a turn for the worse", and there shouldn't be any absurd relationship at all.

...after all, Luo Chengxiu was very busy in the shopping mall. After receiving the news, he threw a sum of money and threw the recovered son to the hospital for three months.

Then Luo Chengxiu returned to the country, and the family began to be troubled again, so the child was hastily renamed "Luo Zhi", and was rushed to Ren's house not long after.

Those three years were tacitly skipped and no one mentioned it again, as if it never existed in the first place.

Ming Weiting slowly turned the two document bags in his hands.

He looked out of the porthole in the corridor: "What business is so important?"

"Metal futures, shipping." Minglu said, "So far, it is still the bulk of the capital flow of the Luo family's industry."

"Which route to take?" Ming Weiting said casually, "Call the nearest port to detain it."

Minglu bowed his head: "Yes."

Mingweiting put the document bag between his elbows and took out a shell ornament from his pocket.

I heard that when you become a fan, you need to give gifts. The craftsmanship is the best, and the heart is the most sincere.

But he is not good at handicraft, this kind of thing really can't handle it, it is crooked, and a lot of glue overflows.

Mingwei Pavilion adjusted its position little by little, but it was not quite as expected.

Ming Lu stood aside and did not disturb him. Ming Weiting had no plans to leave or go back to the room to find Luo Chi, but just slowly adjusted the ornament.

Luo Chi doesn't remember him now.

Ming Weiting doesn't care about this matter, they can always get to know each other again, and he can always introduce himself.

He was just worried that a stranger like him and a completely unfamiliar environment would make Luo Chi feel uneasy.

Those three years of experience still haven't spared Luo Chi, and he will be coldly wrapped around his bones in his dreams. The fangs pierced into the flesh, oozing venom, spreading along the blood vessels, and bright red snake letters protruding from every inconspicuous corner.

Luo Chi didn't feel scared.

He just got used to it. The seven-year-old Luo Chi who was lost and the ten-year-old Luo Zhi who was thrown into the corner by his family were still standing clearly at that moment, not being led away by anyone.

The memories that were pushed away again and again were superimposed. After the only person who took care of him passed away, Luo Chi no longer thought that he would receive any protection.

Since there is no protection, you can only rely on yourself to protect yourself.

If you have a needle, pull out the needle. If you have a glass, you will break it and grab the pieces. You must stay awake when you are in a strange place.

Mingweiting finally shattered the shell.

He took the handmade ornament that failed and tried again and again to put it back together along the crack.

Minglu said softly, "Sir."

Mingweiting stopped trying.

He handed the completely ruined ornament to Ming Lu, raised his head, and closed his eyes.

Failed again.

Ming Lu cleaned up the traces and returned to him.

Mingwei Pavilion leaned against the wall, the dark eyes condensed into ice, and then uncontrollably revealed a stern look: "So don't you dare to look at it?"

Don't the people of the Luo family dare not look at those things at a glance?

Don't you dare to get in touch? He didn't dare to see what kind of purgatory Luo Chi had earned from, so he simply pushed Luo Chi into another bottomless abyss.

How can there be such an ignorant son? At the age of seven, I still don't know that I can't lose myself. If I lose it, I lose it, and I still come back to make trouble.

Don't you dare admit that, do you? I didn't dare to see how selfish and ridiculously ugly and despicable hidden under the high-sounding, so I tried my best to make the evidence that proved their despicableness disappear from my eyes...

"Speak to the Luo family master."

Ming Weiting said: "If you want the goods on board, just make a deal."

Ming Weiting closed his eyes, this is not the high sea, he can't tie these people into the sea to fish for sharks, and he can't do extreme things.

He is a fan of Luo Chi now, and he will always be in the future. Luo Chi wants to be clean.

Therefore, Luo Chi's fans must also follow.

Sooner or later, Luo Chi will not be named Luo, and will no longer have any relationship with this family. By that time, that fire can play guitar on all the cruise ships and beaches, can paint any style, someone will say to him like a thousand times, and he will not be in any danger again.

Sooner or later, Luo Chi would wake up from the bed in a relaxed manner, stretch out comfortably, roll up the quilt and fall back asleep.

So those nightmares should be haunted by someone else.

"Doesn't he like being in solitary confinement?" Ming Weiting said, "Ming's house also has a confinement room, so I invite him to sit down every night."

"Since I attach so much importance to business, I sacrifice some sleep time to have a cup of tea."

Ming Weiting lowered his gaze and straightened his cuffs: "I won't do anything illegal to him, find someone to talk to him..."

Ming Lu suddenly coughed abruptly.

As the general manager of the Ming family, Ming Lu has always been prudent and steady, and there is rarely such a strange situation.

…

Ming Weiting frowned lightly, subconsciously glanced in the direction Minglu indicated, and suddenly stopped talking.

He took some time to get rid of those piercing coldness and walked to the crack of the door that was slightly pushed open by Ming Lu.

Luo Chi woke up again.

Ming Weiting silently twisted his index finger knuckles.

If Luo Chi's current state of consciousness is normal, it will be much easier to handle. The instinctive fear of not knowing where he is when he first wakes up will be immediately suppressed by Luo Chi himself.

…

But Luo Chi is now trapped in the confusion of not knowing where he is.

He quietly watched the situation in the room.

The person on the bed didn't know how long it took, but he sat up a little while supporting himself, leaning against the wall to adjust his breathing.

With him, Luo Chi really couldn't rest in complete peace of mind.

"It's okay, I'll try to get him used to it."

Ming Weiting said softly, "I will learn to make him feel at ease."

"It would be better if he remodeled the room to look familiar to him." Ming Weiting lowered his head and checked the data stored in his mobile phone, "I will say good night to him every day, if he can accept—"

Minglu pushed open the door and reminded softly, "Sir."

Ming Weiting was stunned.

His eyesight is very good, so even standing at the door, it is not difficult to confirm Luo Chi's situation.

Luo Chi's eyes were as black as lacquer, as clean as if they had been washed with water, but they were still empty and blank, unable to find any focus that could be settled.

Luo Chi didn't seem to be looking either.

He was just leaning quietly against the wall, he was so tired that there was no strength left in him, but he kept his eyes open.

There was nothing in front of Luo Chi's eyes, but he still looked at the place and slowly made an appearance.

Luo Chi looked at the place where Mingwei Pavilion was sitting.

Luo Chi didn't know that there was no one there.

He struggled and stumbled to learn the shadow sitting there, opened his mouth a few times, and the sound of air flowed out of his throat.

Luo Chi answered him, good night.