They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

This impromptu beach concert went on for quite a while.

The most fiery and bright part of the piece belongs to the guitar solo. The guitar kept cheering with everyone, and a melody went up on top of a melody, and then stopped neatly at the last tail.

The people around still felt dissatisfied, and shouted encore while applauding, but Ming Chi had already laughed and stopped the string.

He pressed one hand on the string and raised the other.

He had never done this before, although he probably thought about it in his heart—perhaps he remembered at a glance which grass music festival, or maybe his aunt was holding him up at that time, shouting cheerfully, "It's so cool." To do this to my auntie...

The memory is not so clear now, but the feelings that follow are extraordinarily clear and obvious.

In the silence of holding his breath, Mingchi raised his hand, paused for three seconds, and snapped his fingers.

The beach was completely set on fire.

All the instruments that accompany him are shining in an instant.

The melodies just now were accurately transferred to different instruments, and immediately there were different styles, but together they seemed unusually harmonious.

Xiang Luan took back his guitar from Mingchi's hand, clutching the signature pen he didn't know who he had snatched from him, his eyes filled with excitement and he stopped talking. Ming Chi chuckled and sighed, signed his autograph on the guitar that he pushed in front of him, and wrote a special message.

He patted Xiang Luan lightly on the back and asked Xiang Luan to jump to the center of the field with the guitar.

Xiang Luan shouted with joy, hugged the guitar and shook it vigorously, and rolled over in ecstasy. The sand was soft, and he had his hands on the violin when he jumped up, and the strings burst into gorgeous variations.

The hot and bright light of the bonfire reflected on everyone's faces, and every pair of eyes were bright.

They usually train and take classes together. Of course, it is not the first time to play ensemble, but it is the first time to feel such a strong tacit understanding and enthusiasm. Which rhythm is natural, which is comfortable, and the corners of the mouth are raised as if they can't be pressed back.

The last melody is not over yet, some fanatical star-chasing guitarists have already clicked on the shopping software and filled the shopping cart with trench coats.

Mingchi sat on the sand pile and listened to the performance earnestly and quietly. He looked at the scene in front of him, his expression completely focused, focused enough to imprint everything in his mind.

Then he looked back in the other direction - the loudest guitar solo just now, and he'd only been looking in this direction. Mingchi looked at the corner close to the reef, with a smile in his eyes, turned around to get the cane beside him.

Xiang Luan kept staring at Mingchi's movements, immediately dropped the phone that was still on the shopping cart page, and jumped up to rush over to help his brother.

Fang Hang's eyes are quick, he dragged him firmly, grabbed his collar and pressed him back to the beach.

"Hurry up and miss this village without this store!"

Xiang Luan has already gotten used to it, but he is still too anxious: "I have to ask my brother for advice on how he has improved. The solo this time is too amazing! That fluency, that emotional appeal..."

Fang Hang is a complete layman in music, but he might be able to answer this question.

The group of them had already hidden behind the reef at the other end in time, Fang Hang pressed Xiang Luan firmly to prevent him from jumping too high, and gestured calmly.

Xiang Luan still didn't know what was going on, so he stuck out his head and looked around. When he saw the situation not far away, his eyes widened instantly.

…

He got a special signature from his most admired idol, and felt that he must be a super lucky fan. He didn't expect that there are fans who are more fortunate than him.

Not only did he take away the cane, he also replaced the cane himself.

I also walked slowly with my idols talking and laughing.

There was a section of the beach that was submerged by the rising tide, and it was possible to bend down and hug people firmly.

You can also touch the idol's hair.

"Do you see clearly?" Fang Hang patted Xiang Luan and lowered his voice, "Where did they go?"

Xiang Luan originally wanted to ask how this star was chasing and if there were any secrets, but after hearing Fang Hang's extremely serious and nervous questioning, he swallowed: "Come... here we are."

Fang Hang instantly widened his eyes.

"Really." Xiang Luan thought carefully, "It must be our direction, there can be no mistake..."

Fang Hang didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he pressed it back towards Luan, and went out to see it by himself.

In fact, they had already discovered a very special fan, but they couldn't help but be curious, and wanted to inquire nearby to see if they could find any clues.

The place to hide behind the reef is not spacious, and it may be exposed if you are not careful.

The others huddled together in fear, looking at Fang Hang's reaction, they knew that it was not good, and they wanted to evacuate as soon as possible behind the reef, but it was still a step too late.

Fang Hang coughed hard and kept gesturing to the people behind him. He stood up quite seriously: "Mr. Ming."

The sand here is starting to be hard. Mingchi didn't need to help him, he held the reef to stand firm, and was a little curious: "So serious?"

...that of course has to be serious.

Knowing this would happen, they should all be wearing suits and ties collectively.

At least they have to support their general manager.

It doesn't matter what it does, what it does... It has to be a little bit fanciful, so that people know that they are all bright people.

Fang Hang had met Ming Lu many times, and at a glance he recognized the smiling Ming family manager, and glanced at the slippers and beach shorts of the marketing manager.

The general manager himself has no such concept at all.

Mingchi had a good time tonight, and seeing everyone having a good time made him even more happy. Although his body was already a little tired, he was still very energetic.

The managers of Huaisheng Entertainment failed to appear in the best state, and they regretted childishly for five seconds before letting go of their thoughts. Looking at Ming Chi's state, they couldn't help but smile.

"We just had a meeting. From now on, we will come to the beach every year to play music and light a bonfire together."

Fang Hang said with a smile: "The day is set today, the Huaisheng Beach Music Festival."

They just got together to supplement the relevant knowledge, introduced the arrangement in a few words, and said it quite like that. Mingchi's eyes also lit up: "Are there any internal tickets?"

Fang Hang and the others exchanged glances: "That's hard to say."

They want to try to invite Ming Chi, can they come back to play guitar every two or three years. But I was worried about whether it would be too intensive. After all, the other party must have a lot of other things to do, and he also had to undergo systematic training to be a captain.

Over the years, Mingchi has been stumped by all kinds of reasons and people, and these reasons and people even include them - so Mingchi has quite a reason to do whatever he wants.

"The audience seats are definitely very popular, especially the VIP seats. We may not be able to grab the seats ourselves."

The managers had not yet completely recovered from the blow of the failure to grab the ticket, and when they heard this, they were collectively heartbroken. Kuang Li took over the conversation amid resentment, and continued to say, "But..."

"It can be changed." Mingchi reached into his coat pocket, "I have an invitation."

Kuang Li was still thinking about the content of "but", paused for a moment, and suddenly asked, "What invitation letter?"

It took a little longer for the others to recover, but they also reacted one after another, and suddenly guessed what Mingchi was looking for, and stared at them one by one.

Mingchi no longer suppressed the curvature of the corners of his mouth. He also learned from these people and cleared his throat seriously.

He also just got these from Uncle Lu. He took out his hand from the pocket of the windbreaker, and there was a stack of rather delicate envelopes: "Invitation letter for a cruise trip, I am a trainee on board, and I can invite friends."

Some managers seem to be quite calm, but in fact they have secretly stepped on Manager Fang's feet.

Fang Hang stepped back calmly, walked to Ming Chi, and asked in a low voice, "Is it convenient? Wouldn't it be inappropriate—"

"Won't."

Behind Ming Chi, the lucky fan who came over replied, "We will invite all our friends."

This sentence seemed to be adding something to the second half of the sentence. Fang Hang was stunned for a few seconds before returning to his senses, and quickly stretched out his hand: "Mr. Ming."

Ming Weiting had heard Mingchi introduce these people, nodded, and shook hands with him: "You have to work."

Fang Hang understood what he was saying, and shook his head dumbly: "I wish I could work earlier... We don't know how to thank Mr. Ming."

The storm has passed, and everything is back on track, but seeing Ming Chi resting on the reef with the help of Manager Ming, they will still feel regrets involuntarily.

Because everything has changed for the better, there is no need to say this regret anymore. It's just that the nineteen-year-old guitarist jumped on the stage vigorously, and it has only been less than four years.

…

If they can really work earlier, it would be better to pick up people earlier.

"He's still going to be healthy, it just takes time."

Ming Weiting seemed to know what they were thinking: "I will invite him to travel to sea for a while to recuperate and recover."

Several people were waiting for this answer, and they quickly exchanged glances, all seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

—In fact, on the way here, Mingchi had already promised them that he would be healthy in the future.

But when they were together in the past, Mr. Luo would play games in the corner of the sofa with his pillow in his arms.

Considering that the general manager has always been too loose on this matter, they still need to hear another strong enough evidence to be completely relieved.

"Okay, that's good." Fang Hang nodded immediately, "You can rest for a while longer, no rush at all."

"We also really want him to rest and do what he wants to do freely without worrying about the people around him."

Fang Hang said: "He should do what he likes, and we will never disturb him."

Speaking of this sentence, Fang Hang suddenly stopped talking.

He remembered that the night when the interview clips came out, the "Flame" crew contacted them late at night, and the phone was very urgent.

The two sides have been cooperating during this period of time. Zhao Lan called on behalf of Director Gong to inquire about the situation - it is not an official confirmation process, and it will never be rumored. They just wanted to get a slightly more precise answer in their private capacity.

Zhao Lan called and took the liberty to interrupt Teacher Gong, wanting to ask the answer.

Zhao Lan himself actually wanted to ask that answer.

"I won't bother, I definitely won't." Zhao Lan was too aware of this situation, and repeatedly assured on the phone, "Whether it is him or not, it will take a long time to recuperate, and he must be absolutely stable."

Zhao Lan herself has experienced something very similar, and she knows this feeling too well—it took her thirteen years, accompanied by her relatives, and supported by her lover, to finally get out of the shadow of the past.

Until now, she was not fully prepared to get in touch with things of the past, things related to the past, to meet familiar people.

So she knows better than anyone else that this kind of thing must not be rushed.

Regardless of whether Mingchi has returned to the right track or has started a new life, as long as Mingchi is not ready, she will not come to disturb him rashly.

…

Just like before she came, my sister repeatedly mentioned to her that the boy who was holding the shell boat and was stopped outside the ward at the beginning, his eyes were red and he absolutely refused to be seen, and he told them clearly and clearly, word by word, Sister will get better.

After the death certificate was confirmed, Zhao Lan received the relic that Luo Zhi left to her from the trust agency.

Luo Zhi didn't know anything about the crew at that time, nor did she know that she came with a gift from the whole family and wanted to give her brother a big surprise.

Luo Zhi thought she was still living far away.

In fact, Luo Zhi would write letters over the years, and her sister would reply. Luo Zhi knew that she had a happy family and a very good husband, but she often had nightmares.

Luo Zhi wrote a long letter, telling her that she would go abroad, travel, and see the scenery.

Luo Chi told her that he was going to go out to sea in a boat to play guitar for the waves, to paint the sunrise on the top of the mountain, to make friends with many people, and to do many wonderful and interesting things, which might take many, many years. to come back.

Luo Zhi said in the letter that if my sister wants to live the happiest life forever, he will help her get rid of nightmares, and she is the bravest sister.

Luo Zhi slept in the water. He didn't know that Zhao Lan had already learned everything, and he didn't know that Zhao Lan knew very well that it was a relic, and that the contents there were not true.

…

Zhao Lan never said these words to anyone.

She didn't get the bad news all of a sudden. She has always been prepared, and has continued to do psychological counseling and counseling over the years. The psychological counselor has talked with her a lot.

So even after receiving that letter, she already had the ability to regulate her mental and emotional state.

Zhao Lan made an appointment with her husband. In the future, he will take his brother's letter to go to sea and climb mountains, and take him to see the scenery described in his letter. Is it really as beautiful as he imagined.

She thought that her emotions had been well regulated - so she didn't even know why she couldn't help it tonight.

When I saw the news circulating on the Internet and knew that my brother just forgot everything, but there was still hope and possibility of surviving, I suddenly hugged my husband and cried so much that I couldn't stop no matter what.

Even Zhao Lan didn't know why he couldn't sleep tonight. Instead, he was distressed, happy, and couldn't help crying. He wanted to tell all this.

"It's true." Fang Hang finally replied to Zhao Lan, "Everything in the letter is true."

Every sentence is true, even if the content is just a dream of Luo Zhi - they all become true in the end.

Their general manager never breaks his word. Even if there are some that have not been realized for the time being due to time and physical reasons, they will all become true in the end.

Fang Hang said: "He was too tired during this time, so he slept for a long time."

They have not responded to anyone before this. So when he said this, Fang Hang himself seemed to have finally confirmed the matter: "He will be fine, he will have a new life, it's true."

That night, Zhao Lan and her husband chatted with them on the phone for a long time.

After talking, there are no more tears, only pure relaxation and happiness, and impatient longing.

Zhao Lan's husband is a professor at a fairly well-known dance academy, and he is also considered a small insider. The people are very gentle and cheerful, I quickly got to know them and sighed that the tickets for the cruise were really hard to get.

Xiang Luan's estimation was wrong. There are still many people in the world who can't get tickets. Zhao Lan and his wife have recently had a vacation. Originally, they wanted to take his brother's letter to take a cruise on the first stop to see the scenery at sea.

The plan was quite successful, and it fell apart at the first step. Zhao Lan's husband even sent them a message today, sighing that the fortunes were not good, and that they were also fallen from the end of the world.

…

Fang Hang came back to his senses, just in time to see the manager of the marketing department get up excitedly and wave his phone at him.

Mr. Zhao Lanhe was quite surprised and pleasantly surprised. They found the lottery page, registered the name and phone number with the mentality of giving it a try, and actually won the family vacation cruise ticket.

The friends of Huaisheng Entertainment and their husband and wife hit it off right away, and they got to know each other very well in just a few days. The team leader of the dance training group has always wanted to bring a few artist students to see the performance of the professional group.

These people can talk about work and everything. I heard that Zhao Lan's husband has a dance studio of his own, and he is more interested. Now he is chatting hotly on his mobile phone, and he wants to meet before going on a trip.

Fang Hang met Kuang Lian's gaze, half a headache and half dumbfounded, rubbed his temples, took a deep breath and exhaled.

Facing Ming Weiting, he thanked him very sincerely again: "Really... we don't know how to thank Mr. Ming."

"If it's convenient." Ming Weiting said, "Can I release some shares? The Ming family will subscribe."

Fang Hang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at the other side.

Because of Ming Chi, the "Mr." of the Ming family, who was feared by many people, was calm in front of them and did not make them nervous at all - Fang Hang was mentally prepared for this.

But he also never thought that the other party would take the initiative to raise such a thing.

Of course there is no problem in releasing shares to the Ming family.

At the beginning, they only wanted to ensure the absolute integrity of the equity, to ensure the absolute management of the company by the original team, and no longer let irrelevant outsiders intervene.

Now that everything is on the right track, if the Ming family is willing to hold shares, it will only be beneficial to future development.

This is true for the public, and for the private... They are just trying to return the company to Ming Chi.

Almost at the same time as this idea came up, Fang Hang suddenly came back to his senses and realized what the other party really meant: "General Manager—"

Fang Hang and Kuang Li looked at each other, their eyes lit up in disbelief.

Fang Hang quickly glanced at Ming Chi who was resting not far away. He unconsciously lowered his voice and asked impatiently, "Is he still willing to be our general manager in the future?"

As soon as these words came out, the others immediately raised their heads and stared at them.

"If you can accept that the general manager is always absent from work, or let go of everything."

Ming Weiting promised to help Mingchi discuss this matter, and repeated the original words: "When you see a good script, a good artist, and a good resource, you can remember that you are still a general manager and help them catch it back."

Fang Hang almost laughed out: "Enough is enough—it's okay to not do this!" He couldn't help but start to blame himself for being careless, and he didn't even know to bring the share subscription agreement when he came to the beach to play, "The office has always been reserved, It's still the same as before, it's very clean, just waiting for the general manager to come back to play games and sleep at any time."

"We are still the same as before, we have dinner in the office, cook hot pot, and there is still beer in the refrigerator." Fang Hang said, "The general manager is welcome to come back at any time to eat hot pot and drink beer."

His voice was a little uncontrollable, and perhaps he didn't want to control it at all, and was sent over by the wind, so that General Manager Ming could hear it clearly.

The general manager is fine, but he is still the same as before, his ears turn red when he hears these words.

Mingchi stood up calmly, took the cane to get some air, and before he took a few steps, he was surrounded by the team he brought out by himself.

Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu didn't even help.

Mr. Shadow also took the initiative to reach out, rubbed his hair, and took the cane for him.

Ming Chi was lifted up involuntarily by several hands.

In one night, these people had completely figured out Ming Chi's physical condition, and they were more measured and less measured than before, and happily held him up and threw him high.

…

Still the same as before.

Mingchi's eyes widened, he realized that he actually remembered some rather vague fragments - he couldn't see any specific details at all, blurred to the point of being a silhouette, he remembered being thrown into the sky like this.

It seems that they have talked about some particularly good resources, or it may be that the star performance of which drama is several times more than what they expected.

He can't actually remember these, he just remembers how he felt at that time.

His balance felt the influence of the old injury, in fact, he was a little dizzy, but don't be afraid, there are many hands below to catch him.

There was an extremely excited noise all around, and Ming Chi laughed along with him. He was put down by the people who had had enough of the noise and helped him to stand firm, and stretched out his hand to surround everyone he could see.

There are still people who can be willing to be left behind, and a bunch of people have squeezed in with the strength of nine cows and two tigers, and they can't help but hug into a pile.

Xiang Luan's assurance can sometimes go wrong.

For example, even a very mature and very calm adult can't help crying sometimes.

Seeing that Ming Chi was doing well, they just felt happy. Seeing Mingchi glowing in the crowd, they were not only happy, but also honored.

Maybe only at times like this.

They tried their best to keep the company, and finally gave it back to the person who brought them here. And this person turned around and asked them with a smile if they wanted to be themselves, and whether they could still be the same as before.

The marketing manager was the least satisfied and cried the loudest: "General Manager, you are finally back. We miss you so much. We have always missed you very much..."

Because I cried too loudly, I was likely to be heard by other company members, lose the face of the management, and was slapped and silenced by Manager Fang and Manager Kuang.

Killing the chicken to warn the monkey, the rest of the people did not dare to make a sound, and under the watchful supervision of the two people, they poured out their tears in a neat and orderly manner.

Ming Chi laughed, patted his shoulders one by one, and patted lightly on his back.

"What a big deal." Ming Chi said with a smile, "It's alright."

The manager of the marketing department had just choked back his crying, and when he heard him say the same tone and content as before, he quickly raised his hand and covered his mouth firmly.

It was a bit of a misstep, this time Fang Hang and Kuang Li didn't care about him.

How many times has it been? Probably too many times.

The number is unclear. Mostly in the middle of the night, during this time no one does not work overtime until midnight.

When I felt terrible and couldn't work, I went to the general manager's office and opened the door.

The open windows let in the wind, and the curtains were gently lifted.

As if there were still people in the room.

They stood at the door, as if listening to the young man adjusting the company's development path every time, and every time he had to take a step back, to a place no one could see.

The figure was knocking on the computer on the sofa, and when he heard the sound, he raised his head. Seeing that each of these people was more frustrated and discouraged than him, he smiled helplessly: "Okay, what a big deal..."

…

"What a big deal."

Ming Chi said softly, "It's alright."

"It's hard work," their little general manager said, "I'm back."