They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Luo Chi leaned against his shoulder.

Luo Chi pressed hard against his shoulder, his thin and thin back was trembling because of the rapid choking and coughing, but he still held his arm regardless of the strength he squeezed.

That kind of force isn't just an answer to that question at all.

In the dim and thin mist, the soaked leaves were swept away by the sea breeze.

A few sparks burst out from the branches of the citrus tree. Then in an instant, a fire desperately devoured all reality and all the past and struggled to catch fire.

The fire ignited, and with the strength that would rather burn himself out at any cost, he rushed out to touch the falling shadow.

Ming Weiting dragged Luo Chi back into his arms to be firm.

Luo Chi was silent, trembling with pain all over his body, and curled up tightly under his jacket.

His head doesn't hurt now, it doesn't hurt at all, the pain comes from his body. It could be somewhere in the chest that hasn't been felt for a long time, it could be some bone marrow in the spine.

The pain that was so intense that it seemed to burn him up engulfed him in an instant. He may have been stripped of flesh and blood at that moment, and even the bones were scraped off one by one. He seemed to be standing next to his body, watching the fire burn him completely.

It didn't have to be grey and white cold embers.

It wasn't necessarily a cold ember.

Ming Weiting hugged Luo Chi, raised his hand to protect Luo Chi's head and neck, and hugged the person in the elbow.

He gave a clearer response than Luo Chi's force, until the body in his arms finally began to relax, and slowly stopped the trembling that broke out almost instantly.

…

Outside the bedroom door, Ming Lu, who came to deliver the oxygen generator, did not enter the door. He met Ming Weiting's gaze, smiled reassuringly, and placed the machine gently at the door.

Ming Weiting did not rush to get up and go to get it.

He waited until Luo Chi's breath had almost calmed down, lifted the corner of his coat, and went in with his shoulders bent.

A coat is not enough to cover two people, and light comes in from all directions.

Luo Chi lowered his eyes, was concentrating on adjusting his breathing, and was stunned by the light.

He was a little curious, bent his eyes, and looked at Mr. Shadow who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Ming Weiting touched Luo Chi's sweaty back, raised his hand to let Luo Chi lean on him, and wiped away the dripping tears on his face with his cuff.

Ming Weiting's movements were very careful. He and Luo Chi were under the jacket together, and his voice was also soft: "Do you want to go to the beach tomorrow?"

…

This question is important, but it is a bit awkward at this time.

Luo Chi opened his eyes slightly, still obeying the rules of truth, and nodded.

Ming Weiting asked again, "Do you want to eat peach candy tomorrow?"

Luo Chi's throat moved slightly. These days he was almost completely bitter with the medicine, and the aroma of peaches almost appeared in his mouth, and he nodded lightly.

Ming Weiting asked, "Do you want to go home tomorrow?"

Luo Chi had already nodded subconsciously, and only halfway through the nod did he suddenly realize what the problem was this time.

He didn't know where Mr. Shadow learned this trick. He blinked his eyes, but before he fully recovered, the corners of his mouth could not help but lift up.

He really didn't have the extra strength, and the air flow from his chest could not be continued until halfway up. He leaned against Mingwei Ting's arm and coughed twice.

But he still bent his fingers, pulled the cuff that Mingwei Pavilion had brought between his fingers little by little, and raised his eyes.

Ming Weiting was massaging his cold body, and when he noticed the strength, he immediately looked up at him, and found that Luo Chi's eyes were serious, and his expression became serious.

"Me." Luo Chi adjusted his breath and slowly said, "I will..."

He was still concentrating on deliberation, but Ming Weiting had already taken over: "It will be super cool."

Ming Weiting remembered and recited: "Cool show me."

... Lucky fans really remember it very well.

Luo Chi couldn't help laughing, he simply didn't bother to repeat it again, and blinked his eyes lightly.

Ming Weiting's eyes were also stained with a smile, and he raised his hand to touch Luo Chi's sweaty brows, helping him gently brush his forehead hair away.

He understood why Luo Chi said "we are separated by the sea" and "the stars must be bright enough".

Luo Chi cherishes kindness more than anyone else. But Luo Chi was not like the Luo family at all. He never felt that the kindness of others towards him was a matter of course, and it was impossible not to give it.

If you want to hold a hand, you take the initiative to reach out. If you want to be beckoned and applauded, you jump onto the stage with your guitar in your arms.

Luo Chi didn't think he was late, nor did Luo Chi think he was late. In that rain, Luo Chi wanted to find someone to believe in, so he kept him and sold him the painting.

…

The more I think about this, the more I can't understand those who pushed Luo Chi into the thick fog and the sea of ​​ice with their own hands.

Mingweiting will handle these matters, and they no longer have anything to do with Luo Chi. He retracted his mind, raised his hand to wrap Luo Chi's head and neck that was beginning to soften, and stroked Luo Chi's hair: "It's cool now."

He did try his best to learn how to be a fan on the Internet, but he still couldn't learn the hype and praise, so he always just expressed his true thoughts. But it is also because of this that every time he speaks his words with seriousness, it seems extra solemn.

Of course Luo Chi could tell the difference, his ears quickly became hot, and the corners of his mouth pursed.

His physical strength was exhausted, and he was really dizzy. He closed his eyes and rested quietly for a while, and the tiredness that had been suppressed over and over again finally slowly climbed up.

"If you had a boat." Ming Weiting touched his eyes, "You would be the most popular captain."

Luo Chi closed his eyes slightly, lingered on the edge of sleepiness for a while, and whispered the secret to him: "Auntie also wants me to be the captain."

Ming Weiting nodded: "Auntie knows people with her eyes."

Luo Chi laughed out loud at his serious tone.

Ming Weiting liked to see him smile, he held his slightly curled fingers, and his heart also relaxed, and put that hand into his own.

The Ming family came from the boat, so of course everything he could think of was related to the boat. On the other hand, Luo Chi just woke up from the chaos that had been too long, leaving only a relaxed blank.

…

In the agony of cutting the meat and deboning just now, all the ties from the past were burnt away, only to realize that the end of the road had come.

Luo Chi stood at the end of the road.

He stood here, clean and alone, and slowly remembered something.

Some are happy, some are sad, and there are a lot of them that don't need to be looked at at all, just throw them in the corner and don't care.

He thought of Aunt Ren's tomb.

Luo Chi stubbornly confronted the tomb for ten years. .

The cold stone tablet stopped him, forbid him to go down to find Aunt Ren, but would silently allow him to speak in a low voice, fall asleep, and play his violin.

Sometimes when Luo Chi came out of the cemetery, he would keep walking until he could not walk at all.

Luo Chi actually had strength, but he just couldn't cross that intersection.

There is a public hospital at that intersection, and there are benches across the road from the hospital. He would sit on the bench for a long time, until he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and when his consciousness began to fall into a trance, he would see Luo Zhi standing at the door of the hospital.

…

Ten-year-old Luo Zhi stood in front of the hospital.

The sun was shining brightly that day, and it felt like a heat wave was rolling in the air. Under that kind of brightness, everything seemed white and bright, the leaves were wilting, and the cicadas screamed feebly.

Luo Zhi raised his hand and covered one ear, trying to distinguish whether it was cicadas or tinnitus.

He sneaked out of his home and came to the hospital to see someone.

He found out that Sister Zhao Lan was here, and wanted to see if the other party's injuries were healed, if she still had nightmares, and if she still dreamed that someone would beat her to death every day.

He made a boat out of shells, but didn't send it out.

Before escaping from that devil cave, it was discovered that they had secretly sent a message to the outside world, and they were locked in two places. A lot of things happened in those days.

Luo Zhi was lying on the window at the door of the psychiatry department and saw the figure inside.

The couple who looked much older than their age came out to see him, squatted down apologetically, and stopped him from the door.

The girl, who was too busy to touch the ground, just brought a can of soup to nourish her body, she squatted down when she saw him, took his hand and said sorry in a low voice.

"Brother, I'm sorry." The girl dressed as a high school student had red eyes and apologized to him in a low voice, "I'm sorry, my sister is ill, she will have many nightmares..."

Of course Luo Zhi could understand. He shook his head vigorously, hid the gift box behind him, and made an agreement with the Zhao family that his sister would go to play with her as soon as she recovered.

That family is so good, and Zhao Lan's sister's illness will definitely get better.

Luo Zhi knew that this disease could not be stimulated, and it was best not to see anything that might bring up traumatic memories of the past until he fully recovered.

I don't know since when, he seems to be that lead.

He seems to have a switch on his body that makes everyone irritable and painful. This kind of feeling is not good, and he doesn't want it.

However, sister Zhao Lan's illness will definitely get better.

That family is so nice.

Luo Zhi stood at the door of the hospital, holding the shell boat, unable to tell if it was the sound of cicadas.

He can't think of where to go for a while, the room is not his, nor is his home, he is standing at the intersection, thinking about whether to go to the aquarium or the library...

Thinking of this, Luo Chi couldn't help laughing secretly.

He felt that his memory must have processed this paragraph on his own while he was not paying attention - after all, that kind of picture is still a bit too exaggerated. But in the memory of the ten-year-old Luo Zhi, the next scene was really Aunt Ren, who was driving all the way in the sun with majesty.

Aunt Ren came to kill him majestically and dragged him into the car involuntarily. The first thing was to put a popsicle in his mouth.

The popsicles are super cool and super sweet, like a magic wand.

Anyway, in the eyes of ten-year-old Luo Zhi, it must be a magic wand.

Everything after that was suddenly completely different. Aunt Ren put away the shell boat he was carrying and asked him where he wanted to play, but found that he didn't know it himself, so she took him to an indoor playground.

He had never been in contact with such a place in the Luo family, and he would not move when he stood there.

Aunt Ren carried him to catch the doll, dragged him to play on the trampoline, stuffed him into the field to drive a kart, and finally carried him down the super high slide and smashed into a large ocean ball.

He was almost drowned by the blue and white ocean ball, and was held up by Aunt Ren. He never knew that the ocean ball was so fun.

"Fire." Aunt Ren asked him in the ocean ball, "Will you go back with Auntie?"

It has been a long time since he was called Huo Miao again, and he almost didn't realize that he was calling him. He was knocked on the head by Aunt Ren before he regained his senses.

Aunt Ren asked him, "Will you go back with Auntie?"

Aunt Ren looked at him super seriously, holding his hand tightly with one hand, as if he would be taken home by Aunt Ren as long as he nodded.

… He probably nodded his head about a hundred times that day.

It is possible that this passage was also processed by memory. He was still very stable at that time, and he was always said to be like a little old man, so he shouldn't have done such an inappropriate thing.

But he did nod his head a hundred times, a thousand times ten thousand times in his heart, and he couldn't wait to put up a letter.

Aunt Ren took him to play until dark, led him home, and bought him a lot of toys and popsicles in front of other children.

He didn't actually play with toys much.

There are toys at home, but he mostly uses them to tease his sister. The younger sister is almost three years younger than him, and he has been learning how to be a brother since he was sensible.

He was carrying so many toys, one hand was held by Aunt Ren, and he secretly bit the tip of his tongue, trying to determine if it was a dream.

Of course not a dream, how could it be a dream.

The popsicles are so cold and so sweet.

He fell asleep holding the shell boat in the car. Aunt Ren called the driver to drive, hugged him, and gently touched the hideous scar behind his ear.

It turned out to be cognition calling, not tinnitus. He has no tinnitus at all, he hears super clearly.

Aunt Ren said that the fire will have a real ship.

The flame will have a real boat, the flame will grow up safely, and the flame will be super free.

Aunt Ren said that Huo Miao should be the captain.

…

From the day he confronted the tomb, he couldn't cross that intersection.

He sat on the bench until he saw the ten-year-old Luo Zhi, and then carefully recalled this entire memory, his mouth was sweet.

How can it be so sweet, he has experienced such good things.

Aunt Ren asked him if he wanted to go back together, how could he refuse? How could he not go back.

How could he not go back.

Aunt Ren held his hand so tightly.

…

Luo Chi curled his fingers.

It took him a long time to finally bend his fingers bit by bit, touch the palm of his hand, and say softly, "Auntie."

Ming Weiting moved his arm slightly.

Luo Chi's head and neck softened, his body did not exert any effort at all, and people fell silently into Mingwei Pavilion's neck.

Ming Weiting touched his back and wanted to help him lift his jacket, but found that Luo Chi's hand was holding the corner of the jacket.

Luo Chi curled up in his jacket, breathing steadily, and fell into a dream.

Ming Weiting stopped slowly.

He originally wanted to bring in the oxygen generator, wake Luo Chi, and let Luo Chi take a breath of oxygen before going to sleep. In order to avoid waking up still feeling dizzy and sleepy, it is difficult to go to the beach to cheer up.

…

But it doesn't seem to be too urgent.

If Luo Chi felt that he hadn't slept well and was still sleepy and weak, he would sleep on the beach again.

Luo Chi is slowly recovering and getting better, so there is nothing to worry about.

Ming Weiting grabbed Luo Chi's shoulders with one hand.

He even turned off the ambient light, and only let that little bit of pale moonlight flow in with the night wind and land on the bedside, giving the things in the room an extra soft outline.

Ming Weiting hugged Luo Chi and flattened it, confirming that Luo Chi was lying down and sitting on the head of the bed.

He gently moved Luo Chi's head and neck to make Luo Chi's breathing easier, and lifted the corner of his coat.

After doing this, the time just passed zero. The distant sound of bells drifted across the sea.

It was a bell tower not far from the port that made the sound, and day after day, the chimes could be carried far along the wind.

That clock tower is famous for its hands. I heard that it was specially designed by an artist, and the carvings and hollows are very clever. The minute hand looks like a figure in a hurry, and it changes every hour because of the angle of the light.

…

I heard that there are some symbolic meanings, I have been on the road, and I have been moving forward. Walk twenty-four laps every day, and return to the origin when the clock strikes zero.

"Flame." Ming Weiting said softly, "It's not the origin."

Ming Weiting said, "It's a new day."

Luo Chi slept on a new day.

I don't know what I met in the dream, but when I fell asleep, my expression was very serious, as if I dreamed of something very important.

Ming Weiting didn't disturb him, and took the computer Minglu left by the bed.

"Flame" will be updated from 0:00 on this day. Gong Hanrou has always been strict with her works, and the scene reproduction part takes a long time to polish, and it will not be broadcast for the time being.

What is now released is a part of the real video materials and interviews related to the parties, and at the same time, as part of the film, some records of the shooting process are added.

Ming Weiting put on his headphones, dragged the progress bar, and found the part where Luo Chi was at Ren's house.

Ren Shuangmei likes to make videos for Luo Chi.

It's not the icy angle of surveillance cameras. Luo Chi in the handheld camera is real and alive, no different from ordinary children.

…

In Ren Shuangmei's eyes, the child was no different from ordinary children except that he was very smart, sensible, and likable.

Luo Chi made dim sum for the first time. He jumped up in fright from the fried oven. He was in a hurry to try to remedy it, and was hugged and rubbed by Aunt Ren, who had a stomachache from laughing.

Holding the guitar he just bought, Luo Chi stumbled to find the tone, and dialed out a song "Two Tigers".

Luo Chi learned to paint, rubbed the paint on the tip of his nose, widened his eyes and looked at the camera where he was laughing unsteadily, but he didn't know it yet.

Luo Chi was led to the beach and pushed among those who were playing in the water. He stood stiffly inside and couldn't move. He looked back at Ren Shuangmei, but he was quickly pulled over by a group of people who were playing crazy.

…

Luo Chi in the camera was hiding from the water, his eyes were wide open, and little by little he realized that these people were completely harmless, and his smile appeared almost suddenly.

He learned from other people's movements, picked up the water and threw it out, and was slapped on the face by the flying sea water. A group of people laughed together, and he himself rubbed his eyes and smiled, and while laughing, he turned to find Ren Shuangmei...

Luo Chi's ability to be happy was opened by Ren Shuangmei.

The happier he is, the more he will keep looking for Aunt Ren, and his eyes will be brighter when he sees Aunt Ren.

Luo Chi stood wetly in the sea water, tiptoed and waved vigorously, as if he was only a little short of getting out of the haze that enveloped him.

…

Ming Weiting took off his headphones and put the computer aside.

He wanted to check Luo Chi's situation, but when he looked beside him, he realized that Luo Chi had woken up from a dream at some point and was looking at him with his eyes open.

Luo Chi should have been awake for a while, but he didn't move or make a sound. He lay on the pillow and watched the videos with Ming Weiting.

Ming Weiting touched Luo Chi's forehead: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Luo Chi shook his head.

He is also watching those videos, because he is used to the state of not hearing the sound, even if there is no external broadcast, he does not think there is any problem. He remembers everything in the video.

He remembered, he remembered what to do.

He remembered everything that Aunt Ren gave him.

He heard what Mr. Shadow said to him.

He wakes up on a new day.

Ming Weiting sat beside the bed.

He put one hand behind Luo Chi's back, lowered his head, and met those twinkling eyes.

Ming Weiting suddenly reacted.

His movements were neat, he supported his body and lay beside Luo Chi, stretched out his hand to embrace the person, and covered the two with his coat.

The area of ​​​​the jacket is really limited, so it is inevitable that the forehead will touch the forehead if it is hidden.

Ming Weiting put one hand around Luo Chi's neck and asked softly, "What did you dream of?"

"Auntie." Luo Chi whispered, "I was disciplined."

Aunt Ren taught him a single tendon, training him not to know how to turn.

The dignified flame was actually trapped in a small intersection for so long.

Luo Chi completed a rather long review in the dream, because it took him a lot of time since he woke up from that state of mind not moving for a long time.

Ming Weiting didn't ask any further questions, but only suggested, "Call me for mercy next time."

Luo Chi pursed the corners of his mouth and nodded: "Pray for mercy."

Although he was trained this time, he also slept well. It seemed that he hadn't slept so well for a long time.

He was hidden in his jacket by Mr. Shadow, and he indulged himself to force out the pain of his life and finish it all at once. Now the two of them are hiding inside and whispering, and if they go out, they may be caught by my aunt.

He's going to do something really cool, cool enough to make Auntie totally happy and relieved.

Luo Chi thought for a while, and quietly asked the creditor: "How many paintings can you exchange for a boat?"

Ming Weiting didn't answer, just looked at him.

"Five hundred?" Luo Chi just wanted to change to the most ordinary boat, "Is one thousand enough?"

Ming Weiting shook his head.

Luo Chi hesitated: "Is ten thousand enough?"

Ming Weiting still shook his head.

Luo Chi bit the tip of his tongue lightly.

…Oops.

The big flame is going to do the unthinkable.

Luo Chi pursed the corners of his lips, he took a deep breath, and slowly clenched his fists.

Luo Chi remembered another dream just now.

I was in a dream, as if I was standing on a pier that I didn't know where it was.

The pier was still a little far from the boat, as if it was about to jump over it. In the middle was dark water of unknown depth, and the night fog flowed quietly.

He had just walked a long way, the road was a bit difficult, he didn't know if he had enough strength... But he still wanted to try it.

He wanted to try it once.

"...I." Luo Chi asked, "Am I enough?"

Ming Weiting held his neck and looked into his eyes.

The two of them were close together, the coat covered most of the moonlight, and Ming Weiting's eyes still had a particularly clear and soft smile.

Luo Chi lowered his head and let out a long breath.

"Mr. Shadow."

He lowered his head, he didn't know how bright his eyes were, and he didn't even know how determined he was.

"I want to go home with you." Luo Chi said, "I want to be your captain."

…

Probably because of the high tension caused by these words, Luo Chi's heartbeat was a little faster, and his breathing was also rapid.

In a flash of darkness, he suddenly realized what the "pier of nowhere" he had seen in his dream was.

The fog cleared and he stood on the pier.

The dark and cold river flows slowly, to a place where it will no longer be disturbed and feel no longer.

He seemed to stand there for a long time, so long that he almost followed.

Luo Chi turned around, he ran against the river, and rushed out where there was no way.

Ming Weiting firmly grasped his hand.

He was dragged into Mr. Shadow's boat.