They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

The cruise departs at the end of the month.

The weather was so good that day, the sky was blue and empty, and the sea and the sky met at the end.

The cool breeze swept across the side of the boat, bringing fresh and moist water vapor. The sea is romantic, and the seabirds shuttle in the wind, and the sound is crisp.

The coolest part of summer has passed, and the sun is no longer hot, but it is still exceptionally bright. Sprinkled in the sparkling waves, showing a particularly bright and warm little bit of gold.

The whistle sounded long and slowly, and the cruise ship left the port accompanied by the bell ringing, cutting snow-white waves on the sea.

Xiang Luan was so excited that he ran around all over the deck, standing on the balcony of their room with a guitar on his back, wide-eyed looking at the scene outside the window.

People who have always lived by the sea must be no strangers to the sea, but they may not be familiar with the feeling of going out to sea by boat.

When the ship leaves the shore, all sides become the blue of the sea - this blue will change with the different angles of the light, sometimes it will become a clearer and more transparent green, and sometimes it seems that there is sunlight dissolved in it, and it will become warm and shallow. brown.

At the moment when the cruise ship completely leaves the port, it gradually disappears into the pier behind it, which will actually bring very subtle unease.

This is probably a human instinct related to survival. Because the familiar land is far away, and the sea is on all sides. Those continuous waves stretched far and wide, as if there was no end.

Fang Hang came over and patted his head: "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that the sea is really big, but I didn't think it was on the shore, but now it looks so big." Xiang Luan regained his senses and rubbed the back of his head, "I'm thinking."

He was a little abrupt and suddenly silent. After a while, he was amused again: "I'm thinking about being lucky."

Xiang Luan didn't say anything further, Fang Hang didn't ask, just walked over to him and put his hand on top of his head.

Xiang Luan wanted to open his throat and shout. He stuck his head out and looked at the balconies on the left and right, and was embarrassed to shout, and finally took off the guitar.

He took the guitar out of the bag, touched the special sign cherishly, found a place to sit, and plucked the strings twice.

The sound of the violin was scattered in the sea breeze, and immediately the flying seabirds responded.

Human beings always have a self-protection mechanism. The more uncomfortable they are, the more they have to grit their teeth and endure it. The more afraid they are, the more they refuse to admit it.

Probably only when it was the most reassuring and relaxing time, did the lingering fear finally come up like a tide.

After playing the piano to Luan for a while, he grinned and rubbed the back of his head with a smile.

…fortunately.

If it was like the most feared situation, he would sing at sea now, and he would probably be able to grin and howl from the first string to the last.

At that time, I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak clearly, I was still singing, and the tears could directly drown the guitar.

Fortunately, they can chat and sing to his brother while talking and laughing here.

fortunately.

The sea is so big.

Xiang Luan buried his head there and practiced the piano.

His first song was written, and the melody was very satisfying, but he felt that the arrangement and lyrics were too immature. At least I'm completely embarrassed to sing it to his brother, and I want to polish it up.

He was a little too attentive in his touch-up—it was too late when Xiang Luan noticed that Manager Fang was constantly kicking and winking at him, and realizing that his brother was on the deck directly below the balcony.

Xiang Luan jumped up abruptly with a guitar in his arms, and stood at attention on the balcony with a big red face.

Fang Hang coughed, cleared his throat, and stood beside him with nothing to do with himself.

What Ming Chi wore today was completely different from what he usually wears.

He didn't wear a trench coat or casual clothes, and he changed into a sailor's uniform like everyone else on the cruise ship.

Now is rest time, Ming Chi is arranged to sunbathe on the deck according to the schedule, waiting for Mr. Ming to come back from the cruise to have lunch together.

The wind and sunshine in early autumn are hot and cool, especially at sea, the wind will bring a fairly cool airflow, and the sun will make people warm and do not want to move.

Mingchi leaned against the rattan chair, his tailored shirt was tightly tied by a tie, a restrained navy blue uniform jacket was draped over his shoulders, and a brim hat was casually tucked between his arms.

There is nothing to do at the moment, he is looking down at what he is writing on the note, and he does not know if he is so close, whether he hears the guitar sound that has been so obviously loud for a long time.

Xiang Luanguang was so itchy looking at it that he squeezed Manager Fang from his teeth: "Brother Fang Fang Fang, do I still have a chance to be a resident singer..."

"No way!" The manager of the artist department can listen to everything, but it gave me a headache for a second, "Has your windbreaker arrived! Didn't it arrive yet, why did you like something else!"

"It just didn't arrive!" Xiang Luan jumped in a hurry, "Brother Fang! Look at my brother! Look at how handsome my brother is!"

Of course Fang Hang saw it. For a few seconds, he almost grabbed the Entertainment and Propaganda Department to take pictures, and finally managed to hold back and didn't turn to the camera: "That's the pillar of our company! Look at those in our department, they look good in trench coats. ?"

Xiang Luan was discouraged for a second, holding the guitar with his head slumped, embarrassed, and couldn't help but look down several times.

"Pillar at the front desk!" Fang Hang remembered that Mingchi had retired, and corrected himself, "When will you be able to achieve this level, we don't have to watch the old video of the general manager every day to relieve our greed."

Of course Xiang Luan also thought - knowing that Ming Chi didn't plan to come back to be an artist again, his die-hard fan was really uncomfortable for a few seconds, but he immediately felt that it was completely fine.

Of course his brother can do whatever he wants, no one is allowed to make irresponsible remarks, everything must be based on his brother's pleasure.

...Besides, this decision sounded a bit abrupt to them, but as long as they met Ming Chi, they couldn't help but feel it was appropriate.

The bright guitar should not only be heard by the audience under the spotlight, but also by the mountains, clouds, wind and waves.

Xiang Luan's competitive spirit was aroused. He didn't want to embarrass his brother no matter what, so he tiptoed to move to another inconspicuous place to continue practicing, but he was kicked by Fang Hang again.

After Mingchi finished writing the note, he suddenly raised his head and looked in their direction.

The room they lived in was on the second floor, not far from the deck at all. Looking at this distance, even the bright smile in those eyes was particularly obvious.

"Hurry up." Fang Hang urged him in a low voice, "Seize the opportunity and play now!"

Xiang Luan hadn't revised it yet, and his forehead was sweating in a hurry: "No! I'm not satisfied with this version. There are a few sections that always feel awkward and have to be readjusted. I have no idea..."

Holding the guitar, Xiang Luan was red-faced, thinking about running away, when he suddenly saw Ming Chi making a gesture, he couldn't help but startled.

Mingchi took out an empty conch shell, tore off the sticky note and stuffed it in, then pulled out a piece of toffee to seal it.

He weighed it twice in his hand and felt that the weight was almost appropriate, so he raised his hand and threw it up.

Seeing Mingchi's action, Xiang Luan immediately put the guitar in Fang Hang, rushed to the balcony and caught the conch shell firmly.

Fang Hang helped him hold the guitar, looked at Luan Guanggu as he peeled off the candy and stuffed it into his mouth, and hurriedly urged, "Quick, what does the note say?"

Xiang Luan was holding the candy, and he took out the note neatly in his hand and opened it, suddenly widening his eyes.

Fang Hang looked at him together, but he couldn't understand it at all: "What, a secret code?"

Xiang Luan read the note back and forth several times, and took over the guitar with great joy: "Song! My brother helped me change the song!"

"It turns out that I can change it this way, why am I so elm-headed!" Xiang Luan patted his forehead, and immediately sat on the bed and flicked it several times, "This way, it's much smoother!"

Fang Hang saw that he was in high spirits, and he followed suit, leaning aside with his arms folded, listening to Xiang Luan practicing back and forth with his head buried in it.

He is almost a layman in music, and can only easily distinguish between good and bad music. In fact, he already thought that Xiang Luan's song was good just now, and it is completely fine to sing it like this.

But after such a change, those few bars changed almost immediately. After flicking Xiang Luan several times, Fang Hang was able to hum along with him.

"How did you do it?"

Xiang Luan couldn't think of it at all, so he pulled Fang Hang and asked, "I know all about music theory, but I just can't think of it. When will I be so good?"

"It depends on experience." The Fang Hang would answer and tell him calmly, "It needs rich experience, but also plenty of emotions..."

Xiang Luan jumped up excitedly and rushed to the balcony to thank Ming Chi, only to find that there was no one in the rattan chair under the balcony.

Mr. Ming came back from the cruise and went to lunch with the little gentleman at home.

The two walked away while chatting. Not knowing what they were talking about, Mr. Ming took off his brim cap with the captain's logo and put it on Mr. Xiao's head.

…

Manager Fang, who chased after the balcony, witnessed this scene together with the artists in his department.

This scene is too cool.

If it is a movie, it is especially suitable for the scene that is used to say goodbye when the curtain call is about to end.

Bask in the sun, change songs at will, and brush off your clothes.

Xiang Luan also wanted to have experience, holding the guitar and murmured: "... Brother Fang."

"No!" Fang Hang roared, "Wait until you are twenty years old before you think about it!"

Xiang Luanchao sighed regretfully and returned to the position just now to continue practicing the piano. Fang Hang patted his head and reminded him to protect the guitar from moisture. There is a special place for them to store and maintain their musical instruments on the cruise.

Xiang Luan bowed his head and agreed, in fact, the piece of toffee he was biting was so sweet that the corners of his mouth twitched into the sky.

Fang Hang packed his things and was about to come back and ask him to go to lunch when he saw Xiang Luan was not playing the guitar.

…fortunately.

fortunately.

Fang Hang was also terrified, he patted his chest, shook his head and smiled.

Fortunately, their general manager is so good and so good.

Fortunately, Ming Chi was willing to come back.

They also finally have the mood to relax and be happy. The sun is beautiful, the clouds are beautiful, the sun in the waves is like broken gold sand, and even the wind is sweet.

…

Mingchi and Mingwei Pavilion are restaurants on the top floor.

The view here is very good, the sea is endless, the junction of the sea and the sky is so close that it seems to be right in front of you, but it seems to be too far away.

The passengers on deck are enjoying the most comfortable afternoon. The sun is lazy and soft, and the wind is calm and level. Zhao Lan and his wife have become quite familiar with friends from Huaisheng Entertainment. They listen to a few young musicians playing music together, and Kuangli and Fang Hang chat on the side of the boat.

Uncle Lu has already sent out the invitations. The dinner was set for the last day before the end of the trip, where they would eat with all their friends.

Each invitation is handwritten, the location of the signature, the autographs and seals of the two people are affixed side by side.

Mingchi finally found the right time, set up the easel on the wide and bright terrace, and began to deal with the oil painting he painted before the operation, which no one could understand, which was suspected to be postmodern art.

Ming Weiting helped him adjust the paint and wash the pen. The two of them cooperated quite tacitly. Mingchi was looking for the pen he wanted, and Ming Weiting had already handed Xiao Langhao to him.

With a smile in Ming Chi's eyes, he thanked the professional assistant Mr. Wang in a serious manner, holding his breath and concentrating on drawing those outlines.

Ming Weiting watched him draw a corner and had already guessed: "It's us."

"It's us." Mingchi nodded, "I thought at that time, if I waited for the operation, I would still be able to understand this painting."

- Those patches of color are not randomly distributed.

They were finished, just like the month before the operation to take care of the body, sometimes his mind was clear, sometimes he was not so clear, and sometimes he seemed to be walking in the fog.

But no matter which one it is, a new thick and colorful background has been laid down, and these bright background colors finally dispel the dazed fog.

He walked out along these backgrounds, and he set himself a small goal after the operation.

At least after the surgery, I have to be able to understand this painting.

Ming Weiting put one hand on his side, leaned his shoulder on Mingchi's shoulder, and looked at the pen in Mingchi's hand.

"This is our first reunion in the rain."

Ming Chi finished the stroke carefully: "Mr. Shadow touched my head."

He gestured to the finished part on the other side: "This is the bonfire party that day, and I can see the outline of the boat."

These are the important nodes of reality.

Next, it gets a little surreal.

Mingchi continued to outline the third small drawing: "This is Mr. Shadow getting off the boat, picking me up and running."

"This is Mr. Shadow knocking on the door and inviting me to board the boat and make a home with him."

Mingchi explained: "Then I was beaten by my aunt with a broom."

Ming Weiting recognized the picture very much, but still made an objective evaluation: "I ran with my little gentleman and was beaten by my aunt. It should be difficult for the silhouette to remain so cool."

Mr. Ming Xiao is quite assertive on this matter: "It's so cool."

Mingweiting took the iced fruit wine and put a sticker on his forehead.

Ming Chi laughed, bit the straw and took two sips, and then said, "This is me going back through time, taking my aunt to check on my body, and then we grabbed the cruise ticket together, and the little boy who didn't know me when we went to the cruise was blocked. Mr Shadow."

"No." Ming Weiting said.

Ming Chi blinked: "No?"

He guessed that the rigorous Mr. Ming wanted to say that there was no relevant scientific basis, and was about to explain to him that this was an artistic expression. Ming Weiting had already nodded his head: "The scientific basis is not important."

"I don't think about the theory." Ming Weiting said: "If time-travel exists in principle, I will definitely go back with you."

The paintbrush in Mingchi's hand stopped, his chest was full of enthusiasm, he closed his eyes with a smile, and held the hand on his shoulder.

Ming Weiting turned his hand and overlapped his palm.

"Mr. Shadow."

Mingchi suddenly remembered something: "Your name is very special."

Mingchi asked softly, "Have you ever asked why you are called this name?"

"No." Ming Weiting thought for a while, "My name is special?"

In fact, there is not much use of Chinese on the high seas, and there are few domestic channels.

Mingweiting's Chinese was learned from Uncle Lu and the news network. The grammar is correct, but the communication is often too standard, so that it seems blunt.

When Ming Chi was recuperating on a cruise ship before, Ming Weiting practiced the content of greeting him repeatedly because of this, and wanted to speak as naturally as possible.

"It was my mother who didn't have time to explain it to me."

Ming Weiting asked, "Is there a special meaning?"

Mingchi nodded. He took Mr. Shadow's hand and wrote these two words again: "I don't know if that's what it means."

But Uncle Lu said that although Mrs. Ming is the girl with the most headaches in the family, she is also a scholar from a family, and there are piles of writers in the family.

"There is a poem that I have read before." Ming Chi said, "The Dangerous Pavilion is absolutely without neighbors, and I can see the spring of three thousand worlds."

Ming Chi couldn't help thinking at that time, maybe in this name, Mrs. Ming's most heartfelt expectations for her children were hidden.

Even if the mountain is extremely high, the sea is far away, even if it is destined to be a "sir" who lives on a boat forever, you can see the spring in the three thousand worlds.

Ming Chi wrote while talking, and when he wrote the last stroke, his fingers stopped on the horizontal line of "Spring", and suddenly his palm was turned up and wrapped warmly.

Ming Weiting took his hand and looked at the painting with him: "Three thousand worlds."

Mingchi hadn't thought about the connection between these two things, his eyes lit up: "Really."

He took the pen out of his pocket, and Ming Weiting took it, holding his hand and signing the painting with him.

The sea breeze moves freely around them, the sun is clear, the sea is warm, and their shadows are stacked in one place.

"Three thousand world."

Ming Weiting lowered his head and looked into Ming Chi's eyes: "I want to meet you."

Mingchi's eyes were clear, and he laughed, the smile wrapped in the shadow that fell into his eyes: "No problem, I'll practice mountain climbing now."

There is a blank space in the center of the picture, Mingchi adjusts the color, and fills in the color block there.

He didn't have any inspiration to draw here before, and he hadn't figured out what to fill in here, so he left it blank for the time being, and wanted to wait for the operation to finish.

There is plenty of inspiration right now.

"Wei Ting, there are neighbors."

Mingchi told him: "In every world, there is a little gentleman who lives in it."