They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

The footage of the video finally stopped at the edge of the stage.

Luo Chi sat there. He put his guitar aside, rested his hands on the stage floor, and tilted his head back quietly.

He was wearing a simple T-shirt, and the light was so bright that it fell on him to outline the silhouette. The sweaty short hair is a little messy, with a soft halo around the edges that almost feels touchable because of the angle of the camera.

This bright light makes the field of vision white when looking directly. Ming Weiting looked at the snow white, he retracted his gaze, turned to Luo Chi on the sofa, and wanted to speak.

"At this moment."

Luo Chi rolled his eyes before him, and suddenly said seriously: "If fans want to say, don't believe it, unless you sign it."

This is obviously almost the category of big adventures. Almost the second after Luo Chi finished speaking, Ming Weiting repeated it without hesitation.

He didn't know the right tone, so it still sounded a little stiff, but what he said still made Ming Lu on the side quickly look over in surprise.

Meeting Mingwei Pavilion's sight, Ming Lu coughed lightly, got up and walked quickly to make tea for a few people.

In front of the sofa beside the fireplace, Ming Weiting refuted what he said just now and explained rigorously: "No disbelief."

Ming Weiting raised his hand and touched Luo Chi's short hair warmed by the fireplace.

Luo Chi hasn't taken care of his hair for a while, and it's a little longer than before. With his forehead down, leaning against the couch under a thin blanket, he looked almost smaller than in the video.

"It's cool now," Ming Weiting said. "It's always been cool."

Luo Chi was praised so that his earlobes turned red, and even the corners of his mouth pursed, trying to move the right hand that had been hanging beside him.

Ming Weiting noticed something and was about to ask when he suddenly remembered what he just said: "Signature?"

Luo Chi nodded.

Ming Weiting stood up immediately: "Wait for me."

The cruise ship actually prepared things for Luo Chi to sign, but they didn't bring them down for the time being. Mingweiting went to Minglu and asked for a large piece of paper and pen, and carefully laid the paper on the coffee table for him.

Luo Chi supported his right hand with his left hand, and took the signature pen that he handed over.

…

When Ming Lu returned to the sofa with the brewed tea, Luo Chi was still writing the signature.

Luo Chi seems to be very patient in everything he does, and he never gets frustrated. He was supported by Mingwei Ting, lying on the coffee table and slowly writing stroke by stroke. Several times he seemed to be unable to hold the pen immediately, but he immediately closed his fingers in time.

Fortunately, the word "flame" is not difficult to write. The more Luo Chi wrote, the more he found the feeling, and even after the last stroke, he was still in the mood, and he gave a free sketch of the flames at the back.

Luo Chi looked at the piece of paper and was quite satisfied when he looked left and right, and solemnly handed it over to the lucky fan: "Keep it."

"Keep it." Ming Weiting nodded, "Hang it in the office and read it ten times a day."

It didn't come to this point, Luo Chi couldn't help laughing. He had been lying on the coffee table for too long, and he was a little dizzy when he got up. His consciousness was blank for a moment. When he slowly woke up, he found that he had been hugged by Mingwei Pavilion.

Luo Chi was held back on the sofa. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Mr. Shadow, and he was in a better mood: "The next round?"

Ming Weiting touched his forehead and didn't say much, just put a few more soft pillows by his side: "Okay."

The conch was still lying in the tray. Ming Weiting held his fingers and gently poked it against the body of the conch, and the conch turned around in the tray.

Luo Chi had no strength at all. The force he used was just right, the conch turned a few times in the tray and slowly stopped, and the tip of the conch stopped in his direction.

"Come to me." Ming Weiting asked him, "Is the flame tired?"

Luo Chi didn't get the opportunity to ask questions, and was still regretting that the conch turned around a little longer, and when he heard the words, he recovered his head and raised his head.

Probably because he was not familiar with this kind of game, Ming Weiting asked very simple questions. It's a bit of a waste of opportunity to put it in this kind of game.

Luo Chi took a light breath, and just as he was about to answer, his eyebrows suddenly covered the soft warmth of his fingertips.

Ming Weiting bent down and reminded him in a warm voice, "Tell me the truth."

Luo Chi's "not tired" stopped in his mouth.

He was reluctant, but was restricted by the rules of the game, and after a long while he whispered: "Tired."

He didn't know that his head and neck were weak, and he sat up straight when he was surrounded by Mingwei Pavilion. He just felt lost because he admitted this matter, lowered his eyelashes, and looked at the thin blanket covering his legs.

Ming Weiting asked softly, "Why don't you sleep?"

This time, after waiting for a long time without getting an answer, Ming Weiting raised his head, just in time to see Luo Chi's lips tightly pursed.

Only ask one question at a time. Luo Chi did not answer confidently, and bent his eyes to look at him, with a glittering smug look in his eyes, and the loss just now was washed away in a blink of an eye.

Ming Weiting felt helpless, moved his fingers and pressed his forehead: "Five years old."

Da Huo Miao never mind admitting that he was naive. Encouraged by the pullback, he reached out his hand and pushed the conch around.

Luo Chi's strength was really insufficient, and the conch tip just moved a little distance and stopped in front of Ming Lu.

Ming Lu was a little surprised and looked at the two of them.

He wanted to ask Luo Chixi if he liked the villa, and if there was anything else he wanted to modify. After all, this villa belongs to Luo Chi, and the facilities and arrangements should be based on Luo Chi, and try to make him as comfortable as possible.

Ming Lu thought for a while, and was about to speak, when he suddenly met Ming Weiting's line of sight, and then he followed up with the previous conversation.

Ming Lu had no choice but to cough: "...why don't you sleep?"

Luo Chi couldn't believe it, and widened his eyes to accuse him of looking at him.

This time, even Minglu couldn't help but smile, he picked up the teacup and pretended to drink tea, and moved back.

Logically speaking, this question is not difficult. Ming Weiting actually noticed that Luo Chi was extremely sleepy tonight and refused to close his eyes. He was willing to be pulled by Luo Chi to play games, but he still inevitably cared about Luo Chi's physical condition.

Ming Weiting was still squatting in front of the sofa, looking up at Luo Chi, waiting for his answer.

Luo Chi took longer to think about the answer this time than before.

Luo Chi leaned on the sofa, his body almost sunk into the pile of soft pillows, his head and neck rested on Mingwei Pavilion's hand, and his eyes fell on the corner of the villa that was not illuminated by the lights.

Ming Weiting slowly frowned.

He noticed that Luo Chi's state seemed to have changed, and he held Luo Chi's hand and lowered his voice: "Don't ask."

"Change the question." Ming Weiting said, "Do you want to go to the beach tomorrow?"

Luo Chi was really attracted by this question, his eyelashes slowly blinked, and his eyes lit up: "Is it okay?"

sure. Mingwei Pavilion originally wanted to take him there, but the beach had to be rearranged, so it was delayed until now: "There are beach chairs and ice drinks."

Luo Chi immediately had expectations, and he subconsciously invited Mr. Shadow: "Come with us, I'll drive-"

His words blurted out without thinking, and then his chest tightened suddenly. As if he suddenly took a step in the air, he fell down defenselessly, but his heart remained in the same place.

Luo Chi opened his eyes and sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace, watching the beating fire inside.

He saw Mr. Shadow stretch out his hand to hug him, and then turned the conch, let the tip of the conch rush to his direction, and gave him the opportunity to ask questions.

…

Luo Chi's chest rose and fell slightly.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't find a voice for the time being, he just felt cold.

How could it be so cold, the villa is obviously warm, this is his favorite villa.

Of course, Luo Chi had already noticed that the villa had changed. He was so familiar with this place that he would immediately notice even the slightest difference. Now that so many places have become different, it is impossible not to feel strange.

Because of this subtle, inexplicable strangeness, a long-lost vague unease quietly grows.

"...Tomorrow." Luo Chi said softly.

Ming Weiting held his arm still, making him lean between the sofa and the soft pillow.

Luo Chi moved his fingers slowly and held Mr. Shadow's arm.

He spoke very slowly, raised his eyes diligently, and answered the sincere words just now: "I don't want to... go to the beach."

After Luo Chi said this sentence, he felt that it was inaccurate. His throat moved, and he wanted to correct it, but the more anxious he became, the more difficult it was to explain his thoughts clearly.

"I don't want to go to the beach alone." Ming Weiting took his hand, "I want to go with my aunt."

Mingwei Pavilion had his back to the fireplace, the backlight made his expression difficult to see, and the shadow fell on Luo Chi's lap.

He followed Luo Chi to call Auntie, his tone was very soft, and because of the original cold quality in his voice, this sentence was particularly gentle and solemn.

"I also want to invite Mr. Shadow and bring Mr. Shadow to play together." Ming Weiting asked softly, "Really?"

Luo Chi's lips turned white, and he nodded vigorously.

It's not that I don't want to go to the beach.

He wants to go to the beach with Mr. Shadow and Aunt Ren.

He took the lucky fans home, and he forgot to invite them in until it was dark.

It's hard to remember, but before entering the door, I accidentally fell asleep first.

On the way back to the villa, Luo Chi had a short dream.

He dreamed that he came back with Mr. Shadow and showed Mr. Shadow to Aunt Ren.

…

Aunt Ren in the dream was still a little wary of Mr. Shadow.

Of course, Aunt Ren can't be blamed at all. This incident goes back a long time, probably when Luo Chi was twelve or thirteen years old... Not long after that bonfire party.

Not long after that, a strange person suddenly knocked on the door to visit, and wanted to invite Luo Chi, who was only twelve years old, to play guitar for his home from all over the world.

Of course Auntie Ren was furious, and she threw people out without any explanation. Since then, she has been very vigilant against anyone who intends to abduct Xiao Huo Miao.

But now is not ten years ago.

Luo Chi was already an adult, so it didn't matter if he really wanted to be home to the world, he just had to come back often.

Aunt Ren has been in poor health these years, so she has to recuperate her body in a very stable place, and she can't take him around to run wild and play like crazy. But he can go everywhere and bring back all the sights he has seen to Aunt Ren.

You can also bring back your loved ones.

In the dream, Luo Chi cooked a large table of rice and gave Aunt Ren the tenderest green cabbage core and peeled shrimp, but quickly took away the wine that Aunt Ren had stolen.

Luo Chi didn't know why he was nervous. Sitting in front of the table, he had no choice but to bury his head in the rice and the shredded potatoes in front of him, quietly looking at Aunt Ren and then at Mr. Shadow, his ears were hot and red.

He was so nervous that he didn't seem to hear what Aunt Ren and Mr. Shadow were talking about, so he just knew that he was eating shredded potatoes with rice.

He didn't seem to have had a big bite for a long time. He wanted to get better soon, and tried to eat and chew hard. Aunt Ren poked his cheek and called him a little squirrel.

The little squirrel swallowed the meal, hugged the conch with red ears, and hotly found a large piece of paper to write his name and Mr. Shadow, with a flame in the middle.

He held this piece of paper behind Mr. Shadow, so high that he was afraid that Aunt Ren would not see it.

…

Dreaming here is logical to incredible.

Luo Chi asked Aunt Ren and Mr. Shadow to sit on the sofa to chat, go to clean up the dishes by himself, and find an opportunity to take the bottle of wine back and hide it.

He also wanted to check if there was any alcohol in Aunt Ren's safe - the doctor said that Aunt Ren should never drink alcohol, but Aunt Ren was always greedy and would sometimes drink it secretly when he wasn't paying attention.

Luo Chi had formed a habit long ago. He absently pressed the password of the safe, only to find that he had entered the wrong password.

He arranged and arranged Aunt Ren's birthday over and over several times, and tried his own birthday again, but he couldn't open it from dawn to dusk.

He wanted to ask Aunt Ren, but fell as soon as he stood up.

Probably because there was too much movement, Aunt Ren knocked on the door and asked him what was wrong, her voice was desperate.

He was curled up on the ground, having a headache and having no strength to stand up, shaking all over.

The dizziness and tinnitus actually existed for a long time, and it was even difficult for him to find out when it first appeared... It seems that he did have a few headaches, but these are usually not absent.

When he was just brought back and sent to the hospital for examination, the doctor had already said that the old injury would have sequelae.

He suddenly found that his right leg couldn't stand up at all, and he couldn't use his hands at all. What's more troublesome than this is that his head hurts so much that his consciousness has begun to blur, and his strength has been drained, so he can only bite the moan and swallow it back.

He closed his eyes and prayed over and over again in his heart to get over it quickly and regain his strength to stand up quickly, and then immediately went to Aunt Ren to apologize and explain that he just accidentally fell.

...and later, the pain really passed.

He opened his eyes, but found that he was still in the living room, cooking a fire on the sofa with Mr. Shadow.

Because it is so close to the sea, the temperature is very low even on summer nights and the wind is cool, so the temperature of the fireplace becomes very comfortable.

Feeling warm and comfortable on his body, he also relaxed little by little from that dream, and dragged Mr. Shadow to play Truth or Dare to pass the time.

He stayed awake while playing, and quietly glanced at the door, wondering when Aunt Ren would come back.

…

Ming Weiting hugged Luo Chi and gently rubbed his hair.

He accompanied Luo Chi and kept talking softly until Luo Chi's breathing became steady, and then he hugged Luo Chi and lay down on the sofa.

Mr. Shadow stayed in front of the sofa, covered Luo Chi with a thin blanket, and promised to wake up Aunt Ren as soon as he came back.

Luo Chi slowly relaxed in the promise and closed his eyes.

Ming Weiting was still holding Luo Chi's hand.

He touched Luo Chi's closed eyelashes, arranged the thin blanket, and raised his eyes to meet Ming Lu's gaze.

... Two days ago, Ming Lu went to the crew of "Flame".

Knowing Ming Lu's identity and purpose, Gong Hanrou brought Zhao Lan over in person, invited him to the reception room, and chatted with him a lot.

After contacting "Huo Miao" and the identity of the child in Ren Shuangmei's mouth, Gong Hanrou finally corresponds to many things.

In their correspondence and phone calls, Ren Shuangmei often couldn't help, either showing off or worryingly chatting with her about an overly sensible child.

Gong Hanrou had always misunderstood that the child Ren Shuangmei was talking about was Ren Chenbai.

"It's been mentioned so many times...I haven't really thought about it before."

Gong Hanrou pressed her forehead and smiled wryly: "If I didn't want me to connect with that story, I would probably have to mention it in every letter."

These days, Gong Hanrou has been sorting out what they talked about.

She and Ren Shuangmei originally thought that they had become pen pals because of their fate.

In the letters sent by Ren Shuangmei, she could not help but mention a child.

He is smart and powerful, he can teach anything, and everyone likes it. The only drawback is that he is too sensible.

I was too sensible, I fought with people outside, got hurt, wronged, and bullied, and I never knew what to say when I got home.

But Hui Hui can rely on her own revenge to go back. This is like her, which is particularly worthy of encouragement and should continue to be carried forward.

But she didn't want to tell her, because her legs hurt so much that she couldn't sleep all night long. It was only on the third day that she found the light in the room was on, so she caught a straight one.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't tell her how much pain or discomfort it was, for fear that she would be worried.

…

After the diagnosis of the disease, Ren Shuangmei actually chatted with Gong Hanrou several times.

At that time, it was not convenient for Ren Shuangmei to write letters, and they chatted on the phone. In fact, Ren Shuangmei doesn't care how long she can live, but she regrets that she hasn't had enough fun in her life, and that she can't let go of her family.

I can't let go of my family, some things in the company, and the most important thing is that I can't let go of the child.

"He took care of himself just to keep me from worrying."

Ren Shuangmei sighed with a headache on the phone: "If I can't worry about him in the future, what should I do?"

Ren Shuangmei asked, would you like to make a bucket list, including mountain climbing, diving, surfing, hang gliding, bungee jumping, and parachuting, and let that child play for her one by one?

…

The idea was rejected by herself again before it took shape. Ren Shuangmei felt that the child would definitely like diving, surfing, and hang gliding in the future. She didn't want him to be sad because of thinking of her when he was playing these things.

Ren Shuangmei was going to record some affectionate words for that child, but she really didn't have such a temper.

In the end, Ren Shuangmei decided to use the surfboard that the child gave him to find someone to make a guitar.

The surfboard was so cool, the wood was soft, smooth and strong. She liked it so much that she wanted to take it with her.

No, let's give it to the child who is so worried that no matter how he thinks about it.

That way, as soon as the child played the guitar, she could hear it.

…

Ming Lu was silent for a moment, then looked at the tired director in front of him: "Yesterday, you went to the hospital."

"I made a mistake." Gong Hanrou pressed her eyebrows hard, "I thought that child belonged to the Ren family..."

She kept the guitar for Ren Shuangmei and promised to give it to the child when he was the most sad.

She went to Ren Shuangmei's funeral, and let her family say that Ren Shuangmei's son was admitted to the hospital because he couldn't bear the blow, and he still hasn't woken up...

"I went to the hospital." Gong Hanrou retracted her mind and whispered, "I went to see that person."

She didn't want to call Ren Chenbai's name again, just briefly described the situation at that time.

She was taken to a special care ward.

The patients there have highly aggressive and violent behaviors, which may seriously endanger the safety of others. They are basically sent to compulsory medical treatment, and they are controlled by sedatives and restraints every day.

Gong Hanrou has made related documentaries, and knows that most of these people have no reason to speak, and they just sink into the boundless madness every day.

So, she was even a little surprised when she saw the few patients who were awake.

...In fact, if it wasn't for Xun Zhen's reminder, the identity information was indeed correct, and Gong Hanrou was not even sure that he was the heir of the Ren family in the past.

The face of the man who was so thin was bloodless, his eyes were blue and black, but he was indeed awake. He recognized Gong Hanrou at a glance, and almost stumbled over, clutching the railing tightly.

"Let them drive me crazy, please, be crazy, even dream. Don't they hypnotize me? Let them hypnotize me."

The man didn't notice Xun Zhen who was beside him, he fixed his gaze on Gong Hanrou, his eyes bulged slightly, and his voice was extremely low: "Please, Aunt Gong, let me die, put me in my pocket and throw me into the sea, and let them Let me go…"

Gong Hanrou ignored his nonsense and just asked him where the guitar was.

"His consciousness is clear, but his consciousness has been confused... He made up a story for himself, Shuangmei lived with the child of the Luo family, and those two people came to torture him every day."

Gong Hanrou said in a low voice, "I'm very cold when I hear it."

Neither Ren Shuangmei nor Luo Chi were like the lady of the Luo family who was also admitted to this ward. No matter how disappointed or regretful a person is, it is impossible to do such a thing.

"Sometimes he remembers that the two are dead, and sometimes he doesn't. I asked him for the guitar, and he thought I was asking for it for Luo Chi."

Gong Hanrou said, "It didn't take long...he suddenly started shouting hysterically. He did nothing wrong."

"He said he was right to hide the guitar and not give it to Luo Chi."

Gong Hanrou said in a low voice, "He said that Luo Chi couldn't stand this blow and would pass out with a guitar in his arms. Luo Chi's health is very bad. This kind of stimulation will make Luo Chi's condition worse..."

She felt cold and disgusted at the same time, she really didn't know what to say, she just stood silently outside the window.

The man quickly changed his face again, panicked and kept admitting his mistake somewhere in the air, apologizing endlessly, and begging his "brother" to look back at him.

When leaving the hospital, Xun Zhen told Gong Hanrou that not everyone can go crazy.

Unlike the people in the Luo family, this kind of individual situation is very typical, and it is a state of extreme paranoid lack of emotion. It is very difficult to go crazy.

This completely awake despair trapped in the gap between illusion and reality will probably accompany the once promising heir of the Ren family for the rest of his life.

…

"It doesn't make sense to say that...I think there's probably no need to see him in the future."

Gong Hanrou smiled bitterly: "According to what he said, the guitar should be in the villa of Ren's house by the sea."

"He was disgusted when he saw it, so he asked people to throw it in the storage room and never touched it once... This is probably the only good news I can give."

"Take it away and let it go where it's supposed to go."

Gong Hanrou pressed her forehead hard.

She was silent for a long time, and said softly: "It is the wood of surfboards, so free, probably will like the sea very much."