They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Wanghai Villa waited for its little owner again.

The road home from the hospital was not long, but it was not too short either. Leaving the hustle and bustle of the urban area, it takes ten minutes to walk on the wide coastal road.

Minglu had already asked the driver to drive as smoothly as possible, and specially selected a time when there would be no traffic jams. However, Mingchi's body had only recovered after all, and he couldn't open the window on the road, so he was still suffering from motion sickness.

The car drove all the way into the villa, slowed down as instructed by Ming Lu, and stopped slowly at the entrance of the main house.

Ming Lu got out of the car, asked the driver to fully open the windows, quickly walked around to the side and opened the car door, leaning over to check: "Sir, how is it?"

Ming Chi put his pillow on Mr. Shadow's hand, and before waiting for Mr. Ying's answer, he closed his eyes and raised his hand: "Dizzy land."

Ming Chi opened his eyes as he spoke. Although his face was faintly pale due to the dizziness all the way, he still had spirit and his eyes were still very clear.

"That's troublesome." Ming Lu breathed a sigh of relief, turned sideways with a smile, and covered the top of the car door with one hand, "There should be at least one person in the family, so you won't get dizzy when you're on the shore?"

Ming Weiting accompanied him all the way. Knowing that Ming Chi's condition was okay, he was not nervous: "What should I do?"

He slowly exerted force on his hands, and helped Ming Chi to sit up.

"I'm coming." Ming Chi was full of confidence, and patted his right leg, "Small problem."

Ming Chi propped up the seat and sat upright, and when the control of his body was completely stabilized, he grabbed the cane without anyone's help, and got out of the car door a little bit and stood on the ground.

The car drove very steadily and parked in the shade of a tree. Mingchi thanked the driver, walked slowly under the tree with a cane, and stood up straight in the pleasant cool breeze.

Life in the hospital is also very good, but after all, it is always boring in the building, and the smell of disinfectant and potions is indispensable. Mingchi closed his eyes, couldn't help but took a deep breath of the fresh seaside air, and then slowly exhaled it.

Mingchi is also very good at driving himself, in fact, he won't get dizzy by car or boat. He knew that it was still affected by his physical condition, so he was not in a hurry at all, waiting for the dizziness and discomfort along the way to be taken away a little by the sea breeze.

When you close your eyes, your hearing becomes more sensitive to your surroundings.

After the operation, Ming Chi's hearing on his right side recovered, and Xun Zhen took this opportunity to have his left ear checked again and a new hearing aid made.

Mingchi couldn't hear clearly in his left ear. In addition to the hearing loss caused by the trauma, it was actually more due to tinnitus. These days, I have enough rest and sleep, my body is well conditioned, my mood is relaxed and happy, and my tinnitus has been reduced by more than half.

With the cooperation of the two, with the aid of hearing aids, his hearing has almost returned to normal levels.

That's why Mingchi stood under the tree and realized that the world was more lively than he thought - he didn't seem to have heard so many voices in a long time.

The wind is blowing, the leaves are ringing, and the cicadas are making a loud noise.

The waves came and went one after another, and there was the sound of the whistle of the cargo ship taking off in the harbour. It was just on the hour, and the clock tower rang a long time.

Ming Chi wanted to play the guitar again.

He opened his eyes, just in time to meet Mr. Shadow's sight, and walked over slowly: "What are you looking at?"

"This dress is well chosen." Mr. Shadow commented objectively, "It is suitable for playing guitar."

Ming Chi blinked, a smile almost pouring out of his chest.

He really likes this completely casual and just thought of going together moment, but let's be honest: "Playing the guitar requires a hoodie or a T-shirt, and some of them wear leather jackets."

Ming Chi has never done that kind of dress. He remembered that he grew up with his aunt, and although he tried all kinds of exciting things, he was still traditional in his bones, and he was always rubbed by his aunt and sighed that he was too obedient.

Mingchi tried hard to accept the picture for a long time, but he still couldn't help laughing, reminding some lucky fans who failed to make up the class: "How can someone play guitar in a windbreaker."

Lucky fans wrote down this new knowledge and took the initiative to reflect: "Change the sentence next time."

Ming Chi was a little curious: "What?"

"My back is messed up, this sentence is inappropriate." Ming Weiting sighed and answered his question again, "I'm looking at you."

"You're standing here, and I'm looking at you. Just this way, you can have a good day."

Ming Weiting said: "Next time I want to tell you about this, remember to change it."

Mingchi walked in front of him, and when he stopped, he heard the answer, opened his mouth, and his ears quickly turned red.

...It seems that there is no need to change a sentence.

Mr. Shadow said so directly, and he was full of these words.

Wearing a windbreaker and playing the guitar doesn't seem to be a problem.

The windbreaker is cool and calm, and the guitar is cool and handsome.

Why can't someone play the guitar in a trench coat, he can, he can be cool, calm and handsome.

Mingchi couldn't stop the thoughts running around in his mind at all - he sometimes even thought that his memory had a lot of blanks, and the value of brain capacity might be fixed, so these blanks would be quickly filled in with new ones. content.

He tried to sort out the rest of his memory by himself. As President Xun said, the time series effect is very obvious. He remembered what happened ten years ago, but he hardly had any impression of what happened and who he had met in the past ten years.

In ten years, even if it is just as ordinary as a running account, the memory content generated should have a considerable scale.

So many places are completely emptied into empty spaces waiting for new content to be written.

He can use so many places to pretend to be happy, to pretend to look at every corner of the sea villa, to pretend to be a beautiful scenery and a boat to go to sea together, to pretend to be Uncle Lu and all the people who greeted him with a smile...

…he could use so many places to pretend Mr. Shadow.

Ming Weiting stood in front of him. Looking at him thoughtfully for a while, then suddenly his eyes brightened, he took the cane in Mingchi's hand and put his hand in: "What are you thinking?"

"Think of a lucky thing." Mingchi counted back and forth for a long time, and whispered, "I'm so lucky."

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he immediately shared the matter with the client: "Mr. Shadow, there are so many blank spaces in my mind, all of which can be used to pretend you."

This time it was Ming Weiting's turn, and he didn't answer right away.

Mingchi decided to first divide the "Mr. Shadow special area" into the blank. He concentrated on the things in his mind, and after a while, he realized that Ming Weiting did not say a word: "Mr. Shadow?"

The two were very close, and Ming Weiting was still looking down at him.

Ming Chi, who was wearing a shirt, trench coat, and fedora hat—this outfit, coupled with a cane, had an air of not being a patient who was still recuperating.

Ming Chi's body recovered a little, and his strength was sufficient, and his shoulders and backs were straight whether he was standing or sitting. He stood in the shade of a tree by the sea, and the golden sunlight leaked from the gaps in the leaves, all over him

Those ten years were erased, and he was able to have the honor to be invited into the blankness of Mingchi's life.

…

"So lucky."

Ming Weiting finally found the same words to describe his mood in a fairly detailed and accurate manner.

He raised his hand, touched Mingchi's ear, and asked softly, "How can you be so lucky?"

Mingchi's thoughts were still on the topic just now, and he was immediately excited: "Right?"

Ming Weiting nodded with a smile, he held Ming Chi's hand and asked Ming Chi to transfer the weight of his body to his right leg with confidence. Mingchi held him, and they walked out of the shade together.

Uncle Lu was already waiting at the door, holding his arms and waiting for these two people with a smile.

Ming Chi walked up the stairs steadily with the strength of Ming Weiting's hand. He stood firm at the door, touched the door that had obvious traces of renovation, but was similar to what he remembered, and took the stick back from Mr. Shadow's hand.

Mingchi pressed his hand on the door, and he put his forehead lightly on it, and said hello to the door softly: "I'm back."

Under the unfamiliar new paint, the door that he had pushed open many times shook, making the most familiar soft sound.

"Mr. Shadow, Uncle Lu." Mingchi pushed the door open, "Welcome home."

…

During the time of recuperation in Wanghai Villa, it was as comfortable as a vacation.

The memory that Ming Chi can retrieve is up to ten years ago, when he still lived in Wanghai, the past and the present are almost seamless, and he knows more about this place than Minglu and Mingweiting.

The first thing some lucky fans do when they come home is to learn how to make pine nut-filled bread. Ming Chi agreed with a smile, found a nearby map, and marked several rather inconspicuous small markets where the freshest pine nuts can be bought.

Winter wheat is ripe in this season and can be harvested in farmyards. Freshly cut wheat has a special aroma, and it is milled round by round with a stone mill, and this fragrance will not change.

Learning to make bread and shrimp dumplings is a huge project, especially without wasting food, so I can only learn a little bit every day and spend the rest of my time being entertained by the owner of the villa.

Even Ming Lu, who personally oversaw the renovation of Wanghai Villa, did not know that there were so many doorways in it.

On the seventh day of recuperation, the time of the night tide was finally pushed to after sunset, and Mingchi took them to a rather shallow bay.

The water here is so shallow that when the tide ebbs, there are only rocky beaches left, pale and dry from the sun, and the scattered shells are dull and ordinary - but once the sea rises, everything becomes different.

They were led by Mingchi, and they found a large flat stone and sat down and waited until the moon slowly climbed into the middle of the sky.

Stones of different sizes were embraced by the rising tide, and the stone surfaces wetted by the sea became darker, and gradually began to show patterns under the bright moonlight.

It's a pattern that looks amazing in the water - even if you haven't received any art-related training, it's not difficult to find and admit it when you see the glittering moonlight on the water.

The stones have been washed away by the sea over the years, and different textures and structures have been peeled off, some are ochre red, and some are dark blue in the moonlight. The shells are dotted among them, and each piece is no longer dim, but exudes a moist light that is almost pearl-like.

"I found this place for the first time. I was super excited. I picked up all the stones and shells and showed them to my aunt."

"But when they come out of the water and leave this place, they have no color," Mingchi said.

Ming Chi thought for a while, and then said, "For a while, I wondered if they were bound here."

He remembered that he should have thought about it—he thought about it a lot during that time.

He tried to pack a lot of seawater from here and soaked all the stones he picked up, but he still couldn't replicate the scenery here.

Ming Lu sat not far away and looked up.

Ming Weiting put down the stone in his hand and looked at Ming Chi: "What's the answer?"

Ming Chi laughed and shook his head solemnly: "No."

"If it is really a stone, you won't think so. It's not necessary for a stone to look good."

Mingchi said: "If I were a stone, I would feel very happy every day. The sun here is not strong, the sun is warm during the day, and it is very cool when I soak in the water at night, and I can stay with so many stones. Together, maybe they chat every day."

Ming Weiting asked, "So you often come here to play guitar for them?"

Mingchi's eyes widened to look at him, and before he could ask, Ming Weiting had already shown a smile: "I guessed it." He said, "I guessed it right this time."

The rock that Mingchi took him to sit on was very flat, with a backrest on it, and a place in front of him that was just right for his feet.

The fire of ten years ago will not just burn brightly on the beach. It will also light up very gently in such an undiscovered place, in the moonlight embraced by the tide, and play guitar for a group of stones that cannot run around.

"If I were a stone," Ming Weiting said, "I count other stones to pass the time every day, wondering why the sun still doesn't set and the guitar still doesn't ring."

Ming Chi laughed out loud, and gave the lucky fans a hundred percent on the spot for this improvisation: "It's almost too soon, it's almost a little bit."

Mingchi's right hand has recovered, but he is more cautious and serious with the guitar. Every day, he goes to the hut to practice the piano by himself, and he is not allowed to eavesdrop on Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu.

Once, Mingchi was tired from training and just wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while. He accidentally fell asleep in the hut with his guitar in his arms, and had a dream of turning into a boat swaying along the water.

When the ship floated into the port with the current, he also woke up from his dream and found himself lying on the bed in his own room in the main house.

The room was super quiet, everything seemed to be asleep in the dark, the curtains on the terrace were covered, leaving a gap for the moonlight to come in at the farthest.

Moonlight came in as a guest and helped him draw a clear picture of the room so that he could see without turning on the light.

The guitar lay beside him, well covered with the quilt with him.

Mr. Shadow also lay beside him and slept soundly, with his arms protecting the incision on his head that had not healed completely, and also helping him protect the guitar.

...that's actually a pretty amazing feeling.

That night, Ming Chi was lying on the bed, leaning on Mr. Shadow's arm, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

He thought about painting a picture when he woke up in the morning, but later he felt that he should make up the song he wrote today. He'd thought about it, of course he'd thought about it—even if he couldn't remember anything that happened in those ten years, that thought was still there somewhere.

He thought that rafting would be good too, the water would take him anywhere, where he could stop and have the most peaceful and comfortable sleep.

This wish was not clear to him, and it was only now that it was completely filled. He had no idea that there was such a good thing in the past, he fell asleep comfortably in the water, and the water would send him home.

…

The words say so.

That being said, in the next few days, some people who want to forget to eat and sleep when they touch the guitar have indeed restrained a lot. As soon as it got dark, I took the initiative to go home, and I never practiced until I fell asleep.

The high-intensity exercises these days are quite effective. Ming Chi has roughly estimated that in a few days, he will be able to basically return to the level of ten years ago.

Although compared to me ten years ago, this kind of thing is a bit unsatisfactory no matter how you look at it, but considering the twists and turns that happened in the middle, it is already a pretty achievement worth celebrating.

Mingchi held the cane beside him and gently stirred the moonlit water. Those moonlights are like broken pieces of silver, and as the ripples open, the colors of the stones also change.

"Mr. Shadow." Mingchi suddenly whispered, "Good night."

Ming Weiting was using shells to practice building the pavilion. Hearing this, he turned to look at him, and was a little surprised: "Now?"

Mingchi controlled the range and slowly shook his head: "Make up for the last few days... I didn't have time to say it one night."

"I practiced the piano in the hut." Ming Chi said, "the day I fell asleep."

Mingchi's ears were a little red again, he looked down at the water, and gently poked the stone in the water with his stick.

Under that rock was a hard rocky beach, and no matter how much you poked it, there was nowhere to move, so he pushed back against him rudely.

Ming Chi moved his fingers slowly.

It's impossible not to hurt your hands with this kind of intense practice. At the beginning, no one who plays the guitar will not hurt their hands. It is necessary to practice until they can gradually get used to and adapt to the hardness of the strings, and they can be considered as practicing until the fixed position of the strings will not be worn out.

The moon that slipped into the room that day was really bright, and it illuminated everything clearly, so he also saw that his hands were drugged... This is not surprising, he has been caught and drugged by Mr. Shadow these days. .

Mingchi wasn't used to it at first, after all, he started giving himself medicine when he was quite young. But Uncle Lu told him that it was no different from the head nurse changing the dressing on the knife on his head, and it made sense. He thought about it all night and couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Mingchi knew that his hand was drugged, and his real feelings would extend into his dream, and he actually dreamed that day.

He turned into a boat in the dream, and the water gently touched him, helping him to wrap the bumped and damaged areas, and the pain squatted meekly.

He was very familiar with the touch of the medicine, and he could tell it with his eyes closed, but there seemed to be something else.

…

There seems to be something else that I'm not very familiar with.

Mingchi clenched his cane quietly, encouraged himself, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Shadow, what else did you do that day?

He waited for a long time without waiting for an answer, and when he raised his eyes, he was caught in the eyes of Mingwei Pavilion watching him.

…Crap, Ming Chi thought.

Mr. Shadow might be a rock.

Otherwise, why would those eyes always look at him like this, but sitting in this piece of sea water slowly washing the rocky beach, sitting under the moon, it turned out to be completely different.

Ming Weiting raised his hand and suddenly tapped his forehead.

Mingchi blinked, his hand was taken by Mr. Shadow, and the cane was properly put aside.

"Who?" Ming Weiting imitated his tone and sighed, "Practice until it gets dark. I fell asleep with the window open. I almost caught a cold."

"I remember the first thing I want to ask." Ming Weiting said, "This is it."

Every time he said a word, he tapped Ming Chi's forehead lightly, the force was very slow, almost just a light touch of his knuckles.

Probably because of too careful observation, Ming Weiting can always learn Ming Chi's tone very similar, plus his usual articulation and voice, the stones in the water seem to become one after another full stop.

Mingchi was suddenly turned over by old accounts, and he was so guilty that he couldn't help himself. He lowered his head and whispered to admit his mistake: "Who is it?"

This matter is really serious, Mingchi really knew it was wrong - he really just wanted to take a break at the time, he didn't expect that he would practice for so long as soon as he got up, and he didn't notice that the window was open. blacken.

But wrong is wrong, Ming Chi lowered his head and honestly admitted: "It's me."

"It's me." Mingchi apologized humbly and resolutely corrected, "Why is this person like this, it will never be allowed in the future."

Ming Weiting didn't want him to reflect to this point, and took the initiative to speak for this person: "It's not that serious."

Mingchi hesitated for a while, then quietly blinked his eyes and put his hand on Ming Weiting's hand: "Really?"

"Really. You wore a trench coat, and the wind wasn't cold that day."

Ming Weiting nodded: "Besides—"

…and besides.

At that time, he saw Ming Chi fell asleep with the guitar in his arms. In fact, the first thing that came to his mind was not these.

He didn't wait for Ming Chi to go back to rest, so he went to the hut to look for it, and saw a familiar figure leaning against the window.

Ming Chi sat on the bay window with his back against the window and his cane by his side.

There are traces of drawing on a few sketch papers on the table, but they have all been deducted. Ming Chi was holding the guitar, half of his face was covered by the collar of the trench coat, and he quietly closed his eyes... but he could still see it at a glance.

It's obvious at a glance that before falling asleep, some people must be thinking hard about finding a pose that's cool enough to play guitar in a trench coat.

Ming Weiting couldn't tell, he just stood in front of Ming Chi, looking at the person who was sleeping soundly, his heart was very soft.

He closed the window and took the medicine on the side. Wanting to take advantage of Mingchi's rare fall asleep, help Mingchi's wounds on his hands... He doesn't know why, but his heart is very soft.

Will star chasing have this kind of experience?

He didn't know, maybe he would become friends and family, but it didn't seem to be accurate.

He held Mingchi's hand, but for some reason, he suddenly wanted to do something... Just like now, Mingchi's hand was covering his.

If he just sits here, doesn't do anything, doesn't say anything, and when the night passes, of course there will be no problem.

But perhaps decades later, as he writes his diary on the ship, he will still be reminded of tonight. Sea Breeze would jump in and ask him why he didn't do anything, just sit here.

"Besides, this matter." Ming Weiting said, "I should admit it."

Ming Chi opened his eyes slightly.

In front of him, Mr. Shadow was gently turned by his covered hand and held his hand.

…

Mr. Shadow must have been a rock before.

Under the moonlight, the rising tide sparkled with silver light. The stone beach is still silent, but it is very different from the usual simplicity and plainness. The colors are gorgeous and mysterious, like a silent fireworks event in the water.

The wind came to join in the fun, causing soft ripples on the water surface, and the moonlight stirred up by the ripples smashed into the field of vision and lit up for a moment.

Ming Weiting took Ming Chi's hand, put one hand behind Ming Chi, bent his shoulders and turned slightly.

In the silent fireworks event, Ming Weiting kissed his knuckles.