They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

The wind is neither cold nor hot tonight.

The moon is getting higher and higher, the tourists are slowly dispersing, and the beach gradually becomes quiet.

Many people in the company have made an overnight appointment, and they are picked up one by one by Kuang Li, and they go to the nearby hotel together, ready to watch the sunrise tomorrow morning.

Fang Hang and the others stayed at the beach and chatted for a long time with Mr. Ming who came to pick up the general manager home.

It's been so long that Ming Chi has been stuffed into the beach chair and slept several times under the blanket. Every time I open my eyes, I can still see the shadows of a group of people around the campfire.

Ming Chi froze for a while, met the gaze cast by Ming Lu, who was sitting nearby, and took a deep breath: "It's super comfortable."

He was actually a little hot and couldn't help but quietly kick the blanket halfway away. It's a pity that Uncle Lu soon found out and replaced it with an air-conditioned blanket that was still covered tightly and much cooler.

Ming Chi has no energy at all at this moment, and it is indeed not suitable for catching a cold. He lay down obediently under the thin blanket, and when Uncle Lu knocked on the head, he bowed his eyes and thanked him.

"Go home first when you're tired." Ming Lu helped him brush his sweaty forehead away, "It's okay to go back to the cruise, sir, and I'll be back in a while."

Mingchi didn't want to go anywhere for the time being, he shook his head and looked at the shadow not far away.

Mr. Ming's ability to "gossip" has not yet evolved to a comfortable level. Most of the time, he just listens to these people, and only rarely interrupts to ask a question or two.

The party, General Manager Ming, was not allowed to participate in the chat, and he was stuffed here to sleep. He knew that he must be talking about his three years in Huaisheng.

…

I don't know how there are so many things to talk about, and I haven't finished talking yet.

Uncle Lu helped him criticize: "It's too much."

Ming Chi smiled and shook his head. He closed his eyes and opened them again after a while.

It may be strange to say this - but every time he opens his eyes, he actually has a few seconds of shaking, and he feels as if he has really woken up.

Not from those extra-comfortable tiredness, and the restful sleepiness of half-asleep.

It was a longer nightmare that he once thought would never come out. He didn't know when he fell in, but this feeling has actually been dormant in the depths of darkness, or it may take years to work as a unit, or maybe longer.

Maybe the decade that was wiped from his memory.

"I read those letters, Uncle Lu." Ming Chi said, "I like myself very much."

Minglu pulled up the chair, sat down beside him, and listened intently.

"I think if I met who I was 10 years ago — no matter when I was, I'd be friends with him."

Ming Chi smiled: "There must be many things to be corrected, ideas to be adjusted... But I will still like him very much."

"We will too." Minglu said, "Mr. mentioned this matter yesterday."

Ming Chi opened his eyes slightly and turned his head curiously to listen.

Minglu picked up the iron drill and poked the bonfire twice to make it burn more vigorously: "Sir can't sleep, let's chat. After discussing this possibility, we talked about the probability of directly carrying you on the boat and taking you away."

As a result of the discussions, the chances of the plan being successful are slim to none.

This is not surprising, after all, Mingchi was quite self-protective when he was a teenager. Those who are soft will not believe it, and those who are hard may inevitably have some fierce fights.

It's just that this discussion has some effect, at least it successfully cured Mr.'s insomnia.

Of course Minglu would not know what Mingweiting dreamed about. It's just that based on the quality and duration of Mr.'s sleep, most of the time he went back to ten years ago and personally went to negotiate and negotiate with the teenage young master.

Ming Chi was leaning on his arm, and he was attracted to laugh by Uncle Lu's rather serious tone. It happened that the conversation not far away also entered a relaxed part, and there was laughter almost at the same time.

Mr. Shadow probably hasn't learned to laugh in front of other people, but his expression is quite gentle, and he raised his eyes to look over.

The distance between them is actually not too far. Ming Weiting knows his location very well, so he doesn't need to look for it, his line of sight easily falls into Mingchi's eyes.

Ming Chi couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

He asked Uncle Lu to help him adjust the back of the beach chair, sat up, and beckoned.

Mingchi can now understand a little bit, why Mr. Shadow suddenly said those words to him that night, and let him see the outside world first.

The outside world is not the same as a cruise ship, nor is it a sea-view villa that does not invite guests, and he is no longer like ten years ago. There are many things and people who have never seen before, there are endless liveliness, and there are friends who have been waiting for him.

He sat in the villa reading the letter he had left to himself, and repeatedly thought about what he was like in the past, but it turned out that he didn't need such trouble at all.

Just put all your worries aside and meet your friends without thinking about anything.

Some things that have not been forgotten at all, and will not be forgotten, will be remembered by themselves.

"Uncle Lu." Mingchi said suddenly, "It's fun outside."

Ming Lu was not surprised by this sentence, just like he was not surprised at all, Ming Chi has experienced almost all the changes that have happened quickly in the past few days.

He and the husband could see Ming Chi waking up. That road is not easy to walk, even Ming Chi has to take the last step until now, and bid farewell to all the traces left by that nightmare.

Ming Lu smiled, he nodded, and was about to tell Ming Chi that there were more and more fun things outside, but found that Ming Chi was still looking at the distance.

Ming Lu shook his hand in front of him: "What's wrong?"

Minglu turned around and found that Mingwei Pavilion was also looking over.

The managers of Huaisheng Entertainment are happily chatting with you. Everyone's mood is very relaxed, and no one has noticed such small details for a while - just like the sudden concert by the bonfire before.

Ming Lu was on the boat and accompanied his husband to enjoy the whole concert, and he also did lighting support in strict accordance with the "Star Chasing Guide".

Here again, we would like to thank the development of technology. The performance of the telescope and the long-range HD camera are quite good, and they are just on the boat and still enjoy a fairly immersive audio-visual feast.

Then, before Ming Lu could react, Ming Weiting had already disembarked.

He walked quite fast. There were a lot of people around the beach. Mingweiting stopped beside the reef, and Minglu caught up.

During this period, Ming Weiting did not make any actions that would be noticed - this is absolutely confirmed by Minglu. There are too many listeners coming from various places, and they are just like the most ordinary tourists who are attracted by the sound of music.

But Mingchi just didn't know how to find them.

In the next half-minute guitar solo, Ming Chi kept looking at Ming Wei Ting.

He played to his only lucky fan.

These days, they can actually hear a few clips occasionally, drifting from the hut on and off. Certain sections have probably been polished and adjusted too many times, and they feel familiar as soon as they hear it.

That melody seemed to have some kind of strange power. The wind is whispering, the tide is responding, and even the chirping of seabirds seems to be just right, crisp and bright.

There is a pair of lovers kissing not far away, which may be the best annotation of the melody - there is always such a meeting.

There are countless encounters and partings happening all the time in this world. There is always such an encounter, which makes you feel that the sky is vast, the world is boundless, everything is beautiful, and everything is full of vitality.

Ming Chi regained some strength.

He rested his right arm behind his neck and leaned back forcefully, moving his aching shoulders and back.

Meeting Ming Lu's gaze, Ming Chi smiled and continued to speak, as if there was no connection, turning point or cause and effect between these two sentences that needed to be explained.

As if it were just two common sense sentences, or simply: "It's fun outside."

"I like Mr. Shadow," he said.

…

The managers chatted for the whole night.

When Mr. Ming was so sleepy that he unknowingly fell asleep in the beach chair, they left a letter and quietly left the beach.

Mingchi woke up from another short-lived good dream and found that he had become the general manager of the empty nest.

Ming Weiting touched his hair and made him rest on his shoulders firmly: "They are embarrassed to wake you up, for fear that you will settle accounts with them."

Ming Chi was a little surprised: "Why?"

The surroundings were already very quiet, the darkness like water enveloped the whole space, the lights were reflected in the water, and the stars were particularly beautiful.

With no one nearby, Ming Chi relaxed and gave himself completely to Mr. Shadow's strength.

"Sir can't tell." Minglu heard this paragraph clearly, "They ask Mr. to keep it a secret."

General Manager Ming guessed in a second: "Explore my old bottom."

No wonder he ran while he was asleep.

If only he knew what dark history there was. But here is the problem, too much has happened in the past, even he himself does not know.

The more Ming Chi thought about it, the more worried he became: "Is there anyone who is particularly naive?"

Ming Weiting shook his head: "Just some old things."

He was obviously relieved, since Mingchi guessed it himself, it wouldn't be a breach of his promise: "They drank some wine."

During this time, although the official blog has been releasing materials from the past, no one will mention the events of the past three years.

Those things are tacitly hidden by everyone's heart, hidden in the place where they will not be touched by mistake, no one touches or thinks about it, just keeps rushing forward with their heads buried.

Finally had this opportunity, these people poured out all the words in one breath, and even forgot about Mr. Ariake nearby.

Ming Chi, of course, also understands. He put the letter in his arms and carefully put it away. After thinking for a while, he smiled: "Mr. Ming also invited someone to drink."

"It's your friend." Ming Weiting said, "I'm very grateful to them."

Ming Chi didn't speak immediately.

He looked at the shadows of the moon falling into the water, and after a while of silence, he said softly, "Me too."

Ming Weiting gently rubbed his hair.

Ming Chi raised his eyes. He only looked out for a short while, and then his eyes became clear again: "Mr. Touring Bus."

Ming Weiting was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted: "Welcome to ride, do you want to speed up or slow down?"

"No need, the speed is just right." Mingchi had a good sense of direction this time, and raised his hand quite accurately to set a new coordinate, "Can you open another special line?"

Mingweiting looked in the direction he gave.

Looking at the bright lights there, he lowered his head and asked, "Want to go to sleep on the cruise?"

In the conversation just now, the managers did mention this matter hesitantly.

Tonight's bonfire party, they didn't deliberately control public opinion, and the Internet has quickly spread - the response has certainly been good. Huaisheng Entertainment has its own photography department to follow, but the clips are put on the official blog, and the comment area that is eager to see has exploded completely and can't calm down, and even shouted that they were going to meet by chance.

This kind of remark is usually just a joke, just shout and make trouble, no one will take it seriously.

Once the beach is everywhere, it is really difficult to locate the specific location. Second, when the video clips were released, the party was over, and no one could be seen even if they found a place.

"...It's just." Fang Hang's expression was hesitant, but he still reminded, "Some people still know the place."

The reason why the talks took so long is not only that there are too many things worth talking about in the past three years, but also that some unpleasant things have been discussed in the middle.

Just like that family.

The day the interview video was released, it was mentioned in the comment section. The gossip news said that the parents of the Luo family were looking for a doctor everywhere, and they wanted to "cur the disease" for Luo Zhi to reunite the family, but it was not entirely a rumor.

…

Ming Lu had dealt with this matter, and Xun Zhen had already handled it properly at that time.

The doctor in charge of the team sent the students to the branch where Luo Chengxiu was being treated, and gave a class to the two men. They talked in detail about the impact of brain surgery on memory, and also showed them how they had contacted various hospitals and expert teams before. Record.

Mother Luo didn't seem to be able to accept this result, and she was about to fall ill again. She was restrained by Luo Chengxiu's deadly coldness, but she didn't make trouble.

"It turns out that this will keep you from making trouble." Luo Chengxiu was pushed back to the ward by the nurse. His strength was exhausted when the student spoke, and he leaned in the wheelchair lifelessly, "If."

He couldn't even finish his sentence: "If, when you were crazy in the past, I spoke for Luo Chi."

He asked his wife, "Are you still going crazy?"

Mother Luo's face was pale, and she couldn't answer a word.

Luo Chengxiu knew the answer.

But he still didn't know: "Does it have to be like this?"

"Okay, don't think about it." Mother Luo reassured him with a trembling voice, "Let's go and find out again, who said what they said must be true? In case..."

"It has to be like this." Luo Chengxiu looked at the ground, "Am I regretting it?"

"Even if there is no Ming family, without this disaster, there will still be your lifeblood."

Luo Chengxiu said: "He has already collected my evidence, sold your daughter, and harmed your eldest son. He doesn't deal with you because you don't need him to deal with it specially."

"Without this incident, he will also do these in the future."

As if he didn't hear his wife's words, he continued to whisper: "Without Luo Zhi to check and balance him, when he is full of wings, sooner or later, we will end up the same way."

Mother Luo already knew what Jian Huaiyi had done to fight back. Their money was still frozen. She already knew this very well, but she still couldn't understand: "When he brought him back, he was only seven years old..."

"So he will be taught by us like this." Luo Chengxiu asked, "Are you regretting this?"

Mother Luo looked terrified: "...what?"

"Without Luo Zhi, sooner or later, we would get to this point and live miserably." Luo Chengxiu said, "If only he came back."

Mother Luo froze in place when he said the central thing, her body shaking violently.

"Regret what. He forgot everything, can't let us continue to **** blood?"

Luo Chengxiu's chest began to ooze colic slowly again, he was paralyzed in the wheelchair, and cold sweat oozes out: "If I say, I regret why I didn't speak for him in the first place... I'm thinking, why did I never speak for him? You said something, do you believe it?"

He looked at his wife's bewildered gaze, and he had already got the answer, and the answer was nothing unusual, even he himself didn't believe it.

Luo Chengxiu grinned mockingly: "Jian Rou."

His breathing was already heavy, and he called out Mother Luo's name in a hoarse voice, staring at her with bloodshot eyes: "You know, I love face the most."

"I believe it!" Mother Luo reacted and said quickly, "I think the same as you! Let's find someone to treat him. These people's medical skills have problems, let's find another..."

"If you dare to go to him, go and pester him to pity you, pity us, and disgrace me."

Luo Chengxiu said, "I'll pull you down from here. If I die, I'll take you away too."

Mother Luo closed her mouth tightly, fear frozen in her eyes.

Until Luo Chengxiu was sent to the emergency room again, she remained motionless in the corner and did not make any sound.

…

The students who went to the lecture didn't know what to do, and when they came back, they just relayed it as they were. They couldn't understand what the family was doing: "Why did you go earlier?"

There is no answer to this sentence, and in the end, I just don't know who sighed, and each went about their own business.

Xun Zhen told them about this, and said that Father Luo had nothing to do with him, but that people would not talk to people after waking up, either lying in bed in a daze, or watching those episodes of documentaries repeatedly in a wheelchair. As for Mother Luo, she has been quite honest and no longer tossed at all.

There's no need to tell Mingchi about these things. Those managers kept their voices low and said it very carefully.

…

When they talked to Ming Weiting about this, it was not entirely to remind him and Ming Chi that there might be outsiders at Wanghai Villa these two days.

For Mr. Ming, this is not really a special thing to solve.

"Go home if you want to sleep."

Ming Weiting said: "Don't worry, you can go anywhere."

Mingchi didn't think about this at all. When he mentioned it like this, he noticed it. After a little thought, he connected: "There will be strangers in the villa?"

Ming Weiting paused and was silent for a moment: "Damn."

"I missed it." Mingchi immediately helped him to make up for it, "What should I do?"

Ming Weiting asked, "What should I do?"

Ming Chi watched Mr. Shadow carefully for a long time, guessed what was going on, and asked for the cane held by Uncle Lu.

"It's a long walk today." Ming Weiting noticed his movement, "The tour bus doesn't want to let the passengers down."

Ming Chi smiled: "The passenger wants to accompany the tour bus for a while."

He stood firm with a cane, and slowly moved his right leg twice. The initial soreness was gone, and his condition was much better: "The passenger's body is getting better."

Ming Weiting looked at him, his eyes gradually showing warmth, he raised his hand and touched Mingchi's ear.

"It's really cool." Ming Weiting said, "Why is it so cool."

Mingchi pursed the corner of his lower lip, and the place where his auricle was touched immediately turned red. When the movement was almost done, he changed the stick to his left hand, and gave his right hand to Mr. Shadow generously.

"President Xun came to me and talked to me a lot." Ming Chi said, "I thought about it for a long time, and every sentence makes sense."

The ground here is flat, and Ming Chi has gotten used to it after walking a few steps. He took the tour bus and turned to the pier: "There is a saying, I am responsible for those who care about me."

Ming Weiting didn't agree, and frowned: "You don't have to be responsible to anyone."

"It's still necessary, and it feels good to be responsible." Ming Chi smiled, "And Dean Xun is right."

Mingchi heard softly: "If I am still trapped in the past and dragged back by the people from the past, it will make all the friends who helped me along the way sad."

"This can't be done." Ming Chi said, "Friends can't be sad."

He added: "Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu are even worse."

Mr. Shadow somehow learned to find fault: "Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu are not friends."

Ming Chi pressed the corner of his mouth, but he didn't explain it, but Ming Weiting held that hand firmly, and then turned back to look for Uncle Lu's arm.

Ming Lu followed from behind, took back his cane, and supported Ming Chi with his arms, crossing the small puddle left by the high tide in front of him.

Mingchi landed on the ground and stood firm, evaluating himself with satisfaction: "One hundred percent."

Ming Weiting also smiled more, raised his hand to touch his hair, pressed and rubbed it twice: "I was wrong."

"It's not 'more'." Ming Weiting said, "It's family."

Ming Chi's chest was hot, and he saw the same smile in Uncle Lu's eyes: "It's family."

"President Xun also left a poem and asked me to draw a picture for him." Ming Chi said, "The one who abandoned me."

Those who abandon me will not stay on the day of yesterday.

"No painting," said the black-hearted creditor, "No worries today."

Mingchi really laughed this time, and nodded lightly with a cough: "I really can't draw, I really don't remember."

He didn't take the initiative to mention this matter, Ming Weiting looked down into his eyes with a serious look, waiting for Mingchi to continue talking.

"I don't know why... Maybe." Ming Chi said, "President Xun said that there may be psychological factors. Before the operation, I made a decision."

He remembered what happened ten years ago, and it stands to reason that he can still remember a little bit about the family's past and how they looked.

But he couldn't remember anything, even the pictures were completely blurry.

In the letter he left to himself before the operation, there was nothing related to those people. He could infer something based on what happened before and after and the scars on his body, but he couldn't find any relevant feeling at all.

"Just right." Ming Weiting stopped, "Your friends also mentioned something to me."

Mingchi immediately returned to his senses: "What's the matter?"

"They said, you have no family for a long time - Uncle Lu and I are new family."

Ming Weiting summed up to him: "The process is not shown, but the results are clear."

Ming Chi laughed and nodded: "Okay."

Ming Weiting looked at him, raised his hand, wrapped Mingchi's neck and closed his eyes against his forehead.

Mingchi took the initiative to let him touch, and held Mr. Shadow's hand: "The process can be forgotten."

He coughed lightly and added: "I don't remember it anyway, I can forget it."

Ming Weiting nodded.

Maybe in a few years, he will learn to forget.

Mingchi's friends said that in that family, each of them had told President Luo to cut ties with them many times—his mother wished him to die, and Luo Chengxiu also said in the interview that everything about this son was the same. It has nothing to do with him, and if there is any trouble in the future, there is no need to come to him.

The interview was released without editing. At that time, Luo Zhi was only nineteen years old. He was learning to smoke on the rooftop, and he coughed until his lungs were choked out.

"If it weren't for us, he would definitely leave." Fang Hang whispered, "We also tied him. He knows better than anyone else what the consequences of leaving us to the Luo family will be."

"... Anyway."

Fang Hang clenched his fists hard, and several of their managers exchanged glances in silence, plucking up their courage: "He has no family for a long time."

"It's gone as soon as he's an adult. The family said it themselves, they have nothing to do with him anymore."

"So we are his family."

Fang Hang's face turned red: "We take the company's fifty-one shares as his fortune... I know, this thing is actually nothing."

Ming Weiting didn't think so, he shook his head to correct, but Fang Hang just said it on his own.

"We will make the company very good, very powerful, and more and more powerful - we will make these shares more and more valuable." Fang Hang said, "Certainly, there will definitely not be so many, but it will always be his. Always be his back."

Fang Hang's words were a bit stumbling. He didn't know how to say these words without being rude enough. They really didn't know how to thank each other, so it was indeed too offensive to say such words at this time.

They're just too afraid of another twist. This has nothing to do with reality, and has nothing to do with the character of the other party. It's just that too many things have happened in the past and it's too sad, so I'm still afraid of the well rope.

"He's not only...not only the young master of the Ming family, but also our general manager." Fang Hang said, "It's because we became the person we are, it is the person who made us the person we are now, and it belongs to all of us. family."

"He is very powerful, we will work hard, we will definitely accompany him, and we will definitely make his company even better."

"We really don't know what to thank... We don't know what to say."

Fang Hang's hands were trembling, and he was too worried that these words were not polite: "We will undertake any publicity and public opinion work for Ming's cruise company for free in the future, or have other—"

"I know." Ming Weiting said.

Fang Hang froze in place, staring at him motionless.

…

He said it confusingly, but Ming Weiting actually knew what he was trying to say.

"They want to send you here as your family to be with us."

Mingweiting looked at Mingchi and helped convey: "They want you to know that you have a way out at any time, and even if the worst happens, you can go back to them at any time."

Mingchi is quite sure: "The worst case is that I find that I really can't finish the painting, and go back to the company to steal the copier."

Ming Weiting couldn't help laughing, he changed the position of the hand held by Ming Chi, turned it over, and made their hands completely clasped together.

Ming Chi was brought back to their cruise ship by him. After walking for a while, I suddenly remembered: "Mr. Shadow."

Ming Weiting turned his head to look at him.

"What about the answer?" Ming Chi was really curious, "How did you answer in the end?"

Ming Weiting stopped and thought about it.

He raised his free hand, touched Mingchi's ear lightly, and said in a gentle voice, "I'm wrong."

Ming Chi was slightly startled, and blinked his eyes.

"I was wrong, it's not the young master." Ming Weiting said softly, "You are my little gentleman."