They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

I slept quite peacefully this time.

The sound of the ocean tide is closer than sleeping in the villa, so close that you can touch it, almost like being wrapped around a dream.

The cruise ship moored in the port is actually quite stable, and the slight shaking that is not easy to detect has become the best way to hypnotize.

Ming Chi couldn't remember when the sky was bright.

He had a vague impression of waking up, and when he woke up, he found that he was no longer in bed, but still beside Mr. Shadow.

After confirming this, Mingchi was relieved and no longer anxious.

He closed his eyes again and lay in complete relaxation for a while, waiting for the languid sleepiness to fade from consciousness little by little.

When I opened my eyes again, the rain outside the window just hit the glass, and the transparent water lines converged and dripped down.

Rain at sea is different from that on shore.

Even the terrace of the villa will not have this experience. The sea water seemed to be a layer of fog lifted by the rain, and the pervading water mist turned the sky and the sea into a cold gray.

At this time, the lights in the room become extra warm.

Mingchi noticed the temperature on his waist, he just moved slightly, and then the arms that wrapped around his waist tightened, bringing him into his arms.

They were in double chaise longues by the window, double-glazed to keep out the vapor and coolness, next to a warm miniature fireplace.

"Awake?" Ming Weiting lowered his head and touched his forehead, "Does it still hurt?"

Except for his grinning arm, Ming Chi couldn't remember any pain at all.

Ming Chi blinked, he woke up his brain, and after thinking for a while, he came to the answer: "They also told the secret that I would hurt my waist when it rained."

Ming Weiting nodded: "I didn't find out the previous few times."

Today's rain is thunderstorms, according to the weather forecast, wind blowing cumulonimbus clouds. It was clear that the sun was shining brightly in the morning, but not long after that, the sky suddenly turned gloomy.

The two of them hadn't slept well these days, and they both slept late yesterday. Ming Weiting was woken up by Ming Chi pulling his shirt lightly, and subconsciously touched his forehead, and felt cold sweat on his hand.

Ming Weiting held his hand and pointed to himself: "Who is it, so careless."

Ming Chi couldn't help laughing: "It's me, it's me."

He took the initiative to recognize the incident, and explained: "It used to hurt, but I haven't done it for a long time. It should be lying down a lot while recuperating."

Ming Chi actually heard about the documentary, and he was really embarrassed to watch it, but he probably knew what was covered in it and what he would talk about later.

The experience of those few years is really going to be filmed, maybe it is a bit cruel. The only old injuries left were the hearing and waist injury on the left side, and the rest were just some innocuous scars, which were quite rare.

Ming Chi himself is very content. His waist injury is actually not serious, but it is a little more difficult to endure when it is cloudy and rainy. In addition, he has not paid much attention to it in the past, and he has not been properly recuperating in these years.

...mainly because I haven't had a serious recuperation.

During the last re-examination, the doctor also said that he is still young, as long as he lies down and recuperates strictly according to the doctor's instructions, does not bother, does not run around and toss, and at most three or five months, he can be as healthy as everyone else.

Back injury is to rely on support, taboo always sit at a desk, avoid walking and standing for a long time.

Some time ago, he was almost only lying down, so even if it rained, the old injury was almost never done again. When I was chasing Luan yesterday, I was anxious and didn't care too much. It seemed that I accidentally stretched it.

Ming Chi felt a little guilty, and self-criticized and reviewed: "I don't pay attention to my body, I called Mr. Shadow up in the morning to ask for medicine."

"This is a very good job." Ming Weiting stroked his hair, "I'm about to give you an award."

Before Mingchi could finish his reflection, he was stunned for two seconds, but he was a little moved, "What award?"

Ming Weiting actually didn't think about it, he lowered his head, looked at Ming Chi, who was tightly wrapped in a blanket with only his head exposed, and borrowed Uncle Lu's private evaluation: "The most reassuring child. "

Ming child propped up his arms from the reclining chair on the spot, and wanted to jump down for Mr. Shadow.

Ming Weiting laughed, he brought the person back to his side in time, and patted gently along the back: "Big friend."

Ming Chi felt childish himself, and couldn't help pursing the corners of his mouth.

His right arm was still very sore, he let go of his hand and lay back, slowly moving the stiff shoulders and back muscles.

"Because you don't hide it from me when you're uncomfortable." Ming Weiting put his hand on Mingchi's back, picked him up, and held him up, "So when you're happy, I know you're really comfortable. "

He answered well this time, looking at Ming Chi with a serious gaze: "This feeling is very reassuring."

Ming Chi's ears were hot.

He actually wanted that award a little bit, he held Ming Weiting's hand on his waist and promised, "Three or five months."

"In the past three to five months, completely obey orders and obey orders." Ming Chi thought for a while, and promised quite solemnly, "Let lie down and never sit, and let sit and never stand."

Ming Weiting asked, "Do you fully obey the command?"

Ming Chi couldn't think of any problems, and nodded confidently.

There was a smile in Ming Weiting's eyes. He raised his free hand and gently rubbed Mingchi's head: "Don't move."

After speaking, Ming Weiting got up and left the reclining chair.

The pillow had been idle all the time, and he was replaced by him, letting Ming Chi rest on it and lie down comfortably.

Ming Chi subconsciously wanted to get up and was pressed by Mr. Shadow on his shoulder, remembered his promise, and lay back again.

"Wait for me." Ming Weiting said softly, "Soon."

Mingchi was a little curious, but nodded cooperatively.

He watched Mr. Shadow go out, and then turned his attention back to the window, watching the shining waterlines penetrate the fog that connected the sky and the sea.

The roar of thunderclouds seemed to be very close and far away, there were large ripples on the sea surface, and seabirds folded their wings and swiftly shuttled, with a particularly strong sense of strength.

The fireplace was warm, the lights in the room were bright, and he seemed to be wrapped in this little warm light, so the cool fog outside became mysterious and vast.

As long as there is nothing to do, Mingchi actually doesn't mind lying in the reclining chair like this for a long time.

In the drowsiness that he found and found, Mingchi gradually remembered what happened this morning.

He was woken up by the back injury and couldn't move at all. After thinking for a while, he woke up Mr. Shadow and wanted a painkiller.

Ordinary painkillers have no effect on him. In the previous return visit, he found that his sleep quality was not good. The medicine that Dean Xun asked someone to prescribe to him contained considerable hypnotic ingredients.

In addition, he himself hadn't fully woken up, so he couldn't fully distinguish the difference between reality and dream.

...so after washing up, he found it was raining outside the window, so he insisted on taking Mr. Shadow, who was only a teenager in his dream, to watch the rain for a day.

So he led Mr. Shadow in the dream, and the two of them lay on the window hand in hand. He also told a lot of stories to the teenage Mr. Shadow.

He lay down in front of the window, and fell asleep as he talked.

So when he woke up again, he and Mr. Shadow outside the dream lay in the double reclining chair from nowhere.

Ming child thought for a while calmly, and calmly pulled up the blanket and put it over his head.

These old wounds must also be healed and completely resolved as soon as possible.

He didn't want to take any painkillers anymore.

…

Ming Weiting did come back very quickly.

When they returned to the room, some people were buried under the blanket and half asleep, and were gently peeled from the blanket: "Does the waist still hurt?"

Mingchi shook his head, he grabbed his outstretched hand and borrowed strength, and stood firm on the floor: "It's totally fine."

Ming Weiting waited for him to stand completely before letting go, and brought the cane to him: "Go back to sleep later."

"Okay." Ming Chi agreed quite happily. In this weather, you have to sleep comfortably all day, and then go out refreshed at night, "Does Mr. Ming have any work to do?"

Mr. Ming nodded.

"What should I do?" Mr. Ming sighed, "There are many."

Ming Chi didn't expect this answer, and raised his eyes in surprise.

The memory gradually returned, and he gradually remembered the dream that was not entirely a dream in the morning, and remembered that he was chatting with the teenage Mr. Shadow.

Mostly thinking about it every day—Uncle Lu said those words to him, and last night he really dreamed that the teenage Mr. Shadow came to him and wanted to carry him aboard.

In the dream, he was sitting alone on the edge of the reef, and when he saw the other's outstretched hand, he jumped down and held it.

It was raining heavily, and he pulled the teenage Mr. Shadow and ran back to the villa. They ran into his hut, and the two of them gave each other a swipe with towels to dry the water.

They were lying in front of the window, watching the rain while eating snacks he made, and chatting arm to arm.

He asked the teenage Mr. Shadow if he would have a lot of work if he became Mr. Ming.

"In the morning, I really didn't answer that way."

Ming Weiting put his hand on the top of his hair, bent down his shoulders and admitted: "I said at the time, not at all, I can sleep well every day."

Ming Chi knew that he must have asked accidentally.

For the time being, he couldn't care to investigate the fact that Mr. Ming actually lied to the children in his dreams. He calmed down, quickly rummaged through his memories, and checked whether he had asked any too strange questions.

"The questions you asked are very pragmatic." Ming Weiting seemed to know what he was thinking, and took the initiative to answer, "For example, the cruise ship does not care about meals, whether there is work for you, and how are the accommodation conditions."

Of course, Mr. Ming outside the dream must seize the opportunity and try his best.

"I tell you, the accommodation is excellent. Single room with bathroom, fireplace, floor-to-ceiling windows and balcony."

Ming Weiting said: "The bed is big and the carpet is thick, so you can lie down anywhere."

Mingchi, both in and out of the dream, was quickly persuaded and nodded sincerely, "What about the working conditions?"

"It's very loose, you can choose every kind of job, you can also play the guitar."

Ming Weiting replied: "But in the end, I will be a captain, so I need to receive training and have sailing experience."

"I'll do the training." Ming Weiting added, "We will also accumulate experience together. The first stop will be in the Caribbean Sea, where there are many archipelagos. We can also dive to see underwater caves and play with underwater fish. "

"I'm still raising a conch, and it's doing well. I think it's grown up." Ming Weiting said, "We'll see it later."

Mingchi listened attentively, and gradually began to feel that even if he went back ten years, he might be really persuaded.

He nodded, and with a look of longing, he continued to ask, "Do you care about the meal?"

Ming Weiting looked at him, smiled, and took a coat and put it on him.

This was the casual jacket that summoned thirteen "ah"s. Ming Chi had seen it in the sketches he left before the operation, patted it kindly to say hello, and wrapped himself in it.

"Turn." Ming Weiting said, "This morning, I left for a while and made some preparations in advance."

Ming Chi finally began to realize that the little wheat incense was not his hallucination.

He opened the bedroom door a little, stuck his head out wrapped in a fairly warm coat, took a deep breath in the cool rain that poured in, and keenly captured the pure sweet fragrance.

"Chestnut stuffing hasn't been learned yet, and I'm still working hard."

Ming Weiting came over and said, "I have been studying temporarily these few days, so I have piled up a little more work—do you mind if I move the double deck chair to the study?"

That's too much of a mind.

Mingchi looked at him and pressed the corners of his mouth together: "What should I do?"

Mr. Ming Xiao's health requirements are quite strict: "When sleeping in rainy days, you must have a reclining chair."

"So I had to go to the study and slept with some people who didn't finish their work."

Ming Weiting took over his words, nodded, and took the initiative to criticize Mr. Ming: "Why are you so overbearing."

Mingchi couldn't help laughing, and spoke for Mr. Ming: "I don't want to be domineering, I just like to sleep in the study."

"Not domineering at all." Ming Chi thought for a while, "Do you need relaxation and music services during office breaks? It can be provided for free, very professional, and the price per hour is a hug."

Ming Weiting advanced for an hour, he took Ming Chi into his arms, closed his eyes, and gently pressed his soft short hair on his cheeks.

Ming Weiting called him softly, "Sir."

Ming Chi's height has always been quite normal when placed outside. But I don't know if the sailing life is very helpful to grow taller, or if what my aunt said "eat more fish to grow taller" turned out to be true. That's a fraction of the difference.

Twenty-three leaps and bounds, Mingchi still has confidence in himself, he stood on tiptoe a little and patted his back lightly.

"Do you feel this way?" Ming Weiting said, "Because it's too happy and smooth, I suspect it's a dream."

Ming Chi thought for a while: "In the beginning there was."

But at that time, he had eight hundred headaches every day, and even if he suspected it was a dream, it was ruthlessly confirmed by reality.

- As for these days, if you have such doubts again, you can touch your head.

It's someone who's had craniotomy. The surgeon's subcutaneous suture technique is extremely exquisite, and it is completely invisible when it is covered by hair, but if you touch it hard, you can still find traces.

The day Ming Weiting and Ming Lu just left the villa, Ming Chi woke up from the bed and was really in a trance for ten minutes.

It took him a while to find evidence, to prove to himself that this was not a dream, everything was a fact that had already happened.

...To tell the truth, the feeling of these ten minutes was actually a bit tormented.

But probably because of this rather short torment, after confirming that everything is real, that kind of sweet stamina comes up, which makes people even more happy.

"It's not a dream, I'm sure." Mingchi suggested proactively, "If you're still worried, we can go out and soak in the rain for a while."

Ming Weiting knew that he wanted to get wet, and with a smile in his eyes, he shook his head: "Wait for the rain to be lighter."

"Relax now, I've been relieved this morning."

Ming Weiting said, "I finished preparing the bread, went back to my room, and saw you sleeping on the side where I was lying."

At that time the weather was still good, the sun was a little dry, and the air conditioner in the room was turned on low. Ming Chi fell into a daze, and when he noticed that he was back, he rolled up the quilt and slowly moved, and then pulled him to lie down while the heat didn't run out.

- There is always a minute or two, or even shorter, maybe only a few tens of seconds or a few seconds.

Maybe a moment is actually enough.

What happened in that moment would make everything unbelievably real. Let people settle down and think about nothing.

Mingweiting stretched out his hand and called out, "Huo Miao."

Ming Chi just raised his arms, put on the coat that was at least two sizes too large, pursed his lips, and took the initiative to hand it over.

"Come with me." Ming Weiting said, "I will have wheat bread every day from now on."