The weather tonight is better than usual.

What Mingchi saw on the road was a shallow beach with flat terrain and the sea water was so clear that he could see the fine sand between the rocks.

There was no wind, but after all, it was at the seaside, the temperature at night was already very comfortable, and even the falling moonlight seemed cool.

Mr. Manual Navigation System was in charge of giving directions. He first turned back home to get some new fireworks.

Those fireworks didn’t look like a performance at all. They were not lively or dazzling. As one firework was about to burn out in the dark night sky, another one slowly rose up.

Their shadows overlapped and were reflected on the calm water, like a staircase, steadily moving further and further away.

Minglu found that the young master did not bring his cane, so he got off the boat and went in the direction of the fireworks to send him off.

…

The content depicted in the painting is what happened at that time.

Manager Ming summarized and organized the situation succinctly based on what he knew and saw. He spoke this sentence slowly, stopped talking and stood up.

Xun Zhen's eyes widened: "That's it?"

Manager Ming straightened his clothes and looked at him kindly: "President Xun, do you want to continue listening?"

Xun Zhen was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly came to his senses, shut his mouth tightly, and shook his head quickly and decisively.

...That's what happened at this time.

When Manager Ming went to deliver the cane, he saw Mr. Ming driving his car and kidnapping his master.

Mingchi's rehabilitation plan went very smoothly. Not only was running and jumping no longer a problem for her, she no longer even needed a cane and could lead her husband in chasing fireworks.

But some people not only boarded the ship a week late, but were also unable to bring their families along due to work trips.

Xun Zhen lived alone in the large room this time. When he was listening to the story just now, his mind was focused on the words and he didn't realize anything was wrong.

Now that the story is over, Dean Xun sits alone in a chair with his briefcase on his knees. He suddenly feels that the endless sea outside the window is too lonely and vast.

Xun Zhen thought of his wife traveling with her friends, and felt a little sad for no reason: "Ming Zongguan..."

Manager Ming has already received the message from the young master.

We have visited many places along the way, and although they are all coastal places, the cuisines are quite different. Some are light, some are heavily spiced, and there are also more stimulating pickled and raw mixed ones. You can encounter different flavors every time you dock at the port.

The young master was still teaching the master how to make stuffed bread, and he also made a few new dishes. He sent a message to ask Uncle Lu to go back for dinner.

Mingchi has always liked studying cooking. When he was a child, he often followed Mrs. Ren in the kitchen, sometimes baking cakes, sometimes researching new dishes. Every time he researched, he would come up with a product that tasted quite good.

In the past, he would research and eat by himself, but now of course he tastes the food together with his family. The dishes taste quite amazing and can also provide a lot of inspiration for the restaurant.

Because some dishes cannot be left to cool down, and eating dinner too late is harmful to the body, so you have to go right away.

Minglu explained the reason in detail, straightened his collar, and left the room nimbly.

Dean Xun, holding his briefcase, looked at the lonely and vast sea outside the window for five minutes.

Dean Xun returned to the large open room alone, passed by the restaurant, ordered two small cakes to take away, and made a video call to his wife.

…

Minglu knocked on the door of the living room. The master and the little master had already prepared dinner and were making fruit wine together.

Mingchi added more base wine into Mr. Shadow's glass, winked at Uncle Lu, and made a silent gesture. Minglu also nodded calmly and helped block Mr. Dang's direction without making a sound.

The painting was placed on the balcony, waiting to be continued tomorrow. The progress was a little better than before.

The colors used in the picture are warm and quiet, as if covered by an exceptionally soft mist. In addition to depicting the fireworks between the sky and the water, human figures are also beginning to appear reflected in the water.

...What happened at that time was indeed not suitable to be told to Dean Xun who was on the ship alone.

In fact, if you really want to know the details of that night, probably only the two parties involved know.

Manager Ming had accompanied the previous gentleman in pursuing his wife once, so he was experienced and knowledgeable, and knew that at a time like this, there should be space for two people. So I didn't go closer, but just took some loose casual clothes and waited near the car.

When Ming Weiting and Ming Chi came back together, those clothes did come in handy.

Fireworks bloom in the sky and light up in the water. If you chase their falling shadows, of course your clothes will get wet by the sea water.

However, the two adults and children who took the initiative to go out in the rain and get wet were a cause for concern. Their clothes were almost completely soaked this time, so it was inevitable that Uncle Lu would scold them a few times when he brought up old matters.

Mingchi put the prepared fruit wine on the table. This time he added more grape juice and pulp. The taste was more refreshing and better than before.

Ming Lu sat down at the table and saw Ming Wei Ting actually took the glass with more grapes. He couldn't help but be curious: "When did you like grapes, sir?"

"A few days ago." Ming Weiting thought for a moment, "On the Qixi Festival."

There was no custom of using the lunar calendar on the cruise ship. Minglu was stunned when he heard this. He calculated back and finally remembered what was special about that night: "That day turned out to be the Chinese Valentine's Day."

Ming Weiting nodded and looked up relevant information: "It is a legend in folk culture. A separated family was reunited on this night with the help of a magpie, and they were able to spend a family reunion night together."

Minglu has not yet understood this festival from this perspective, but the explanation of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting on the Magpie Bridge is completely correct.

"Uncle Lu," Ming Weiting said, "We will also celebrate Qixi Festival at home in the future."

Minglu coughed lightly, looked at Mingchi's red ears, and immediately understood what he meant. He smiled and nodded: "Okay."

"It's time to celebrate." Minglu nodded, "I'll remember the date, and from now on, Master and Little Master will celebrate the Qixi Festival every year."

The young gentleman buried his head in his bowl of rice and expressed his position firmly by nodding.

After everyone voted in favor, Manager Ming put this matter on the family's agenda.

Realizing the specialness of that day, Minglu couldn't help but become curious about what happened that night. He looked up at the balcony and looked at the painting carefully for a while.

To be fair, the weather and scenery that night were really good.

On the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the moon was neither thin nor round, but quite bright, and was reflected in the water so clearly that it seemed like it could be scooped up by hand.

There were two people chasing fireworks there, one of them didn't bring a cane, so maybe he was flexible enough but not strong enough. But it doesn’t matter at all, there will always be someone next to you, so you don’t have to worry about falling.

It is possible that they will be picked up - this is more efficient, and the chest will be close to the ears, so close that even without wearing hearing aids, they can clearly hear the heartbeat.

That night, some people learned about Chinese Valentine's Day, and some people fell in love with grapes.

…

Mingchi concentrated on picking up food and eating, and drinking the low-alcohol fruit wine he had mixed himself.

Having learned his lesson from the last time when he accidentally drank too much, Mingchi learned his lesson this time and kept a close eye on his cup. But he was also curious and wanted to know the taste of Mr. Shadow's cup.

He looked up after taking two sips, and after taking two more sips he couldn't help but look up again, and soon attracted Mr. Ming's attention.

Ming Weiting ruffled his hair, picked a grape from the fruit plate and put it in his hand, then lowered his head and waited for the young gentleman to speak.

Mingchi slightly pressed down the corner of his mouth.

After confirming that Uncle Lu was concentrating on looking at the painting, Mingchi looked serious and quickly took the grapes above his head.

...This is also a legend in folk culture.

Legend has it that on the night of the Chinese Valentine's Day, as long as you go under the grape trellis, you can hear the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl whispering to each other.

Altair and Vega are both stars, so this is certainly not true. But the custom has been passed down. If you whisper under the grape trellis, the more sincere and genuine the words are, the more likely they are to come true.

That night, they caught up with the last firework and were already far from the shore, with the rising tide almost covering the rocky beach.

Mingchi found a fairly flat, wide and high rock, and lay down with his arms outstretched.

The sea water surged, slowly washed up over his face, wrapped him in the waves, and then slowly retreated backwards.

Mingchi tried to close his eyes and hold his breath, but the moment his ears were flooded by sea water, he couldn't help but cough twice, and immediately sea water rushed in.

Someone put his arm around his neck and tried to pull him out of the water, but Mingchi grabbed that hand.

Mingchi still had his eyes closed and held Mr. Shadow's hand.

The next time the sea water washed up, he successfully held his breath, opened his eyes, wiped his face, and smiled at Mr. Shadow with sparkling eyes.

Ming Weiting looked at him, smiled too, and lay down with Ming Chi.

He also imitated Mingchi's actions and lay down beside Mingchi, and stretched out his arms very attentively and professionally to serve as the little gentleman's pillow.

Mingchi can swim - even if he can't surf or dive yet, after all, he has lived in the Seaview Villa for so long and is always dragged out by his aunt to play in the water, so he should be good at swimming.

These days, Mingchi has also tried to practice holding his breath in the bathtub, but it still seems to feel different from sea water.

The sea water surged up, occupying the field of vision and hearing. The only sound that could be heard in the ears was the rushing water. It was easy for people to flash back to the overwhelming feeling of suffocation in an instant, and their minds would instantly go blank.

…But it’s no problem at all as long as we hold hands.

Not only was his mind not blank, he also had the leisure to think about other things.

Mingchi suddenly remembered that he seemed to have hidden a bunch of grapes in the cliff above his head.

Bought grapes on the way back. When Mr. Navigator brought them back here, Mingchi jumped up and hid there.

The reason I want to buy grapes is because tonight is Chinese Valentine's Day.

Tonight is Chinese Valentine's Day, but at such a good time, there is not a single grapevine here.

The beach by the sea is filled with cliffs and reefs, the sea water is salty and the sea breeze is fierce, so it is not the grapes' fault that no vines can grow on it.

Mingchi improvised and bought a bunch of the sweetest grapes on the way back. He borrowed water from the stall owner to wash them and decided to use them as a temporary replacement.

He told the legend to Mr. Shadow, and then he and Mr. Shadow stood up from the water wetly and found the hidden grapes.

On the Chinese Valentine's Day, whisper under the grapes, and your words will be answered if you are sincere.

…

So the two of them were under the bunch of grapes, picking grapes and chatting, and they whispered almost a hundred words to each other.

This is the thirty-ninth happy thing.

The 40th piece was the first seal that Mr. Ming had carved. He took it out, dipped it in some sea water, and then printed it neatly on the palm of Mr. Ming's hand.

The sea water could not leave any traces. Ming Weiting looked down at him and said softly, "Change the ink pad when we get back."

"Don't worry." Ming Chi was still not satisfied with this seal, "Practice a few more times and pick the best looking one."

Ming Weiting asked: "Isn't it too late for the Qixi Festival?"

Ming Chi was a little slow to react and was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"Stamping," Ming Weiting said, "has the same legal effect as signing."

He closed his eyes and recalled the touch in detail. He slowly traced the dark patterns on Mingchi's palm and read the words on it: "Ming, Chi, Zhi."

Mingchi didn't expect Mr. Shadow to have this trick. His eyes widened and his ears felt a little hot.

He coughed lightly and admitted honestly: "The last word '印' was not carved well, so I scraped it off."

"It's appropriate."

Ming Weiting shook his head: "These three words are enough."

"'之' is used in the attributive-predicate structure, and its meaning is equivalent to '的' in modern Chinese. You are imprinted on my hand." Ming Weiting translated, "I am yours."

I still remember his request to whisper. His voice was very low, and amidst the rising and falling sounds, it exuded a serious and gentle tone.

"I am yours."

Mingchi's heart skipped a beat in his chest.

Ming Chi raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him.

The moon was bright and they were standing under the grapes.

Although the grapes had been eaten until only one was left, it was still a grape and they were standing under the grape.

Sincerity is the key to success.

Ming Chi reached out to pick the grape, but Ming Weiting held his hand and looked down at him.

"It works best when you eat it." Ming Chi pursed his lips, closed his eyes and whispered, "Spend the rest of your life with Mr. Shadow on Valentine's Day."

Ming Weiting lowered his head and took the grape pulp that the young master had peeled and handed to him.

There was some sea water on Mingchi's hands, and the taste of the grapes also had a bit of the saltiness of the sea water. Without waiting for his reaction, Ming Chi suddenly took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, made up his mind, held his arm, raised his feet, and came up to him in a flash.

Mingchi put his fingers in between and they shared the grape together. The exhaled air flows entangled in close proximity, and the sight rushes into the eyes without any defense or reservation.

The warm touch and cool, soft grape flesh, the smell of sea water and the bright smoke from fireworks.

…

Mingchi held up the grape that was stuffed into his mouth and whispered something to Mr. Shadow quickly.

Mr. Shadow listened carefully, nodded, and handed him his cup.

The flavor of this kind of fruit wine must be blended with base wine, otherwise it will lack taste and will seem like pure fruit juice.

Ming Chi lowered his head and took a sip carefully. He found that it was indeed better than his own, so he couldn't help but take another sip.

Mr. Shadow, who was always very generous about such things, simply took a small glass and poured him half of it.

By the time Manager Ming had finished appreciating the painting and turned his attention back to the room, Mr. Ming, who had personally poured a double dose of base liquor for the gentleman, was already holding the glass of wine and sipping most of it.

Mingchi's wine taste is quite good. When drunk, he doesn't make a fuss or sleep. His emotions are very stable and his consciousness is very clear, but he likes to speak in a low voice.

"I like to eat grapes, too." Ming Chi met Ming Lu's gaze, and his eyes curved even more. "Uncle Lu, I want to spend the rest of my life with you on Chinese Valentine's Day, but we don't want the Magpie Bridge."

Minglu laughed and nodded in agreement: "What's so good about the Magpie Bridge? If you want to see the master, you can see him just by raising your foot."

Mingchi thought about it for a while and found that it was indeed the case. He became even happier and raised his foot to move the chair and himself towards Mr. Shadow.

He moved to Mr. Shadow's side and groped around,

Ming Weiting guessed what Ming Chi was looking for, touched his hair, helped to take the diary and turn to the latest page, and uncapped the pen.

Mingchi held the diary in his arms, picked up his pen and pondered seriously for a long time.

When drunk, Mr. Ming Xiao likes to speak in a low voice and is very honest. He never hides his thoughts.

He did not start with the usual "The 41st happy thing", but wrote down "The 41st thing I plan to tell Mr. Shadow when I confess my love to him."

Mr. Ming Xiao held his diary in his arms, concentrating on writing the memo stroke by stroke: Just engrave three words on the seal, and just one grape.

One box of fireworks, two for each person.

Three plus one plus one plus two equals seven, and the Chinese Valentine's Day is on July 7th.

He wants to spend his whole life celebrating Chinese Valentine's Day with Mr. Shadow.

There was no need for the Magpie Bridge, he could just jump over it with one foot.

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