Luo Chi was sincerely worried in his dream.
Aunt Ren didn't help him find a solution, but instead laughed at him and tapped his head, asking him to pay the debt back.
Luo Chi wanted to pretend to be unhappy to scare Aunt Ren, but he failed in less than half a second. He lowered his head, the corners of his mouth kept rising, and a smile kept emerging.
He missed Aunt Ren so much. Thinking about going to Aunt Ren to apologize for what happened over the years, he seemed to have a lot to apologize for.
Now he finally dreamed of Aunt Ren, but he forgot everything he wanted to say.
He just tried to wipe his eyes more clearly so that he could see the smiling face clearly. It was as if there was a squirrel that ate memories living in his brain. There were always large blank areas. It didn't matter if many memories were eaten. He didn't want to forget Aunt Ren.
Aunt Ren raised her hand with a smile and touched his hair again. She held him in her arms and rubbed him happily like when he was a child. She finally let go of her hand after she had rubbed him enough.
Aunt Ren bent down and touched his forehead with hers: "Be happy."
When he was recuperating in Wanghai Villa, Aunt Ren would say goodbye to him like this every time she had to leave for something.
Luo Chi was actually happy during those three months.
Aunt Ren left for something, and he stayed in the villa alone. He felt happy as long as he thought that Aunt Ren would come. I was even happier when Aunt Ren finally came back.
He actually suspected that Aunt Ren had already seen through his pretending that his leg injury had not healed, but Aunt Ren never asked.
If Aunt Ren didn't ask, he couldn't help but want to steal for one more day.
He held that leg, sat on the roof of the car and made a wish to the stars, one more day, one more day.
When he grew up, he stayed with Aunt Ren for many days and never left.
At that time, he thought that he must be the happiest thief in the world. How could he steal so many things worth being happy about just by breaking his leg?
Luo Chi stood up and no longer pretended that his leg was injured. He stood up and wanted to follow the figure.
After running a few steps, Aunt Ren turned around and tapped her forehead twice rudely.
He was in a lot of debt.
Aunt Ren hates people who don’t pay their debts the most.
Luo Chi stopped where he was. He looked back and then at Aunt Ren.
He remembered how he did it as a kid.
Luo Chi raised the corners of his mouth. He tried hard to stand up straight, trying to make himself look better and more reassuring.
…
Perhaps because he was too unconvincing now, the plan to send Aunt Ren out was not very successful.
He saw Aunt Ren sigh softly, then walk back and knock on his head.
Aunt Ren took his hand.
Luo Chi turned around and suddenly found that the empty space had turned into a beach and a starry night.
There was a bright, hot bonfire on the sand. The bonfire was burning, the wood was burning with a crackling sound, and from time to time sparks were blown up by the wind, and the waves also became gentle on such a night.
Aunt Ren led him through the crowd and walked forward until they reached a place where the firelight could hardly reach them, and came to the side of the jagged reef.
Luo Chi widened his eyes slightly.
Here he saw Mr. Shadow.
Mr. Shadow stretched out his hand and Aunt Ren put his hand in.
The sound of a whistle rang out long and long from the other side of the sea. The lights of the cruise ship suddenly illuminated the sea, and Luo Chi's vision became bright.
Everything in the dream gradually disappeared in this bright white light.
Luo Chi stood in the thick fog again.
…
He rested in there for a long time, and for the first time he suddenly felt anxious.
Here are his memories. He had been guarding these memories like a pauper's dragon, picking and choosing among them, struggling to find a small fragment that would be enough to serve as a bedtime story to help him fall asleep.
Then more thorns from his memories spread and grew, binding up his body, tying up his hands and feet, keeping him where he was.
He doesn't want to stay here.
He didn't know how to get out, so he just followed his instinct and ran in the direction of the whistle.
He found himself being swallowed by the fog. The more he ran, the more it swallowed. But it didn't matter. He wanted to take a look outside before he disappeared completely.
He remembered that there was a hospital outside. He didn't like hospitals very much, but it wasn't a big problem.
He wants to look outside.
Luo Chi crashed out of the fog.
He could no longer distinguish his own shape and outline, but he could smell the scent of the waves. Cool water splashed up in the sea breeze and gently touched his face.
…
Ming Weiting held Luo Chi and placed him carefully on the recliner.
There is also a doctor on board the cruise ship, and the corresponding wards for recuperation have been renovated. The Xun family sent more people and all the necessary medical facilities were also purchased.
After confirming that Luo Chi's physical condition was basically stable, Ming Weiting took him back to the cruise ship.
They returned in the early morning, and the wind had not yet been scorched by the sun, but the chill of the night had been largely lost.
The weather was great, the sun was peeking out from between the clouds a little, it was a highly saturated warm orange with a reddish tint.
Luo Chi's body suddenly struggled weakly in his arms.
Ming Weiting protected him in time and was about to ask Uncle Lu to bring the oxygen concentrator. He raised his eyes and was about to speak when he was suddenly stunned.
Luo Chi rested his head on his arms and slowly opened his eyes.
Unlike every time he woke up, Luo Chi looked a little dazed, but his eyes were no longer as empty as before.
Ming Weiting looked at him and whispered, "Fire."
Luo Chi blinked lightly.
He subconsciously tried to identify the other person's lip shape, then he remembered that he could hear some sounds, which were processed by the slowly rotating gears, and then he got the answer bit by bit: "Flame?"
Ming Weiting slowly held his hand.
Ming Weiting raised his other hand and touched Luo Chi's hair. Finding that Luo Chi still didn't resist, he pressed his palm a little harder: "Who are you?"
Luo Chi was stumped by this question.
He carried a bunch of memories that could not be lost in large and small bags with him, holding them tightly like a miser, and ran out of the fog without stopping, but he seemed to have forgotten to take this one with him.
Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to require him to answer this question. He just waited for a moment, pressed the top of his head, and shook his head slightly.
Then, the voice asked again in the same slow pace, "Who am I?"
Luo Chi slightly curved his eyes.
He remembered, and said seriously: "Creditor."
Ming Weiting looked at him and frowned slightly.
Luo Chi took note of his expression, bit his tongue slowly, and a triumphant smile appeared in his eyes.
It was the first time that Ming Weiting saw Luo Chi with such an expression. Although he didn't understand what was going on, when he came to his senses, he found that he had instinctively smiled as well.
He thought this must be because of Luo Chi's current condition. Luo Chi had recovered better than before. He was worried about Luo Chi's health, so he felt relieved at this time and couldn't help but be happy.
But he was still thinking about the question that Luo Chi couldn't answer, so his smile only lasted for a moment before disappearing.
"Shadow." Luo Chi answered properly this time, "Shadow, sir."
After running for so long, Luo Chi was actually very tired, and his body was still unable to cope with it. It's like pulling a string little by little from a long distance to make the corresponding action happen.
But he still patiently gathered his strength to make his answer clear and fluent enough.
Luo Chi pronounced these words very softly and slowly, holding each word in his mouth for a few seconds before pronouncing it solemnly, carefully and in a standard manner.
Luo Chi rested for a while, then accused him again: "Creditor."
Ming Weiting really understood what he meant this time.
...According to the transaction rules, Luo Chi only gave the price of that painting.
Even if he offered a multiple-fold price, there was no reason for him to buy more of the other party's paintings with the same price.
The "masters" of the Ming Dynasty in all generations probably never did such illegal and forced buying and selling things.
Ming Weiting calmed himself down. He was still organizing his thoughts, trying to find a more reasonable reference. Luo Chi had already used up the last bit of his strength, and his head and neck slowly drooped.
Ming Weiting raised his hand in time to support his shoulder so that he could gain leverage.
Although Luo Chi was exhausted, he was still awake. He tried hard not to close his eyes and looked carefully at the water surface sparkling in the sunrise.
"Aunt Ren." Luo Chi said softly.
Ming Weiting heard his voice. He was at Luo Chi's left hand side at the moment. He did not adjust his position deliberately and asked slowly in Luo Chi's ear: "Remember Aunt Ren?"
Luo Chi nodded slightly and closed his eyes.
Ming Weiting turned his head and watched Luo Chi's eyelashes closing very slowly.
…
Their conversation just now was very relaxed, and Luo Chi even had the energy to joke with him as soon as he woke up, just like when they were in the hotel.
But he had already made a very serious mistake once, so this time he would not just assume that nothing happened and carry Luo Chi to rest without worry.
Ming Weiting held Luo Chi's shoulders and shook him gently.
Luo Chi was startled awake by the shaking and opened his eyes subconsciously. His mind was still confused, and behind the mist in his eyes was a sadness and confusion that was so strong that it could drown a person, but he woke up completely the next moment.
Luo Chi woke up and blinked gently. When he saw Mr. Shadow, a smile slowly appeared in his eyes.
Ming Weiting looked into those eyes.
He recalled all the reference materials given by the doctor, and compared them with all the events that happened in the hotel. Finally, he was able to distinguish the differences.
When Luo Chi was awake and saw Mr. Shadow, he felt genuinely happy and his smile was genuine.
Luo Chi is easily oversatisfied and will feel happy when he encounters something worth being happy about. But the sadness was too deep and too depressing, and finally at a certain point, Luo Chi was no longer able to deal with it.
So Luo Chi separated himself as well. He left himself a scarred self to sacrifice for the unmanageable pain and sorrow, forever immersed in the thick fog. The rest of him came out to get some fresh air, to find something happy, and to reassure those who care about him.
It was not until the day the cruise ship arrived that Luo Chi was found on the beach... At that time, Luo Chi no longer had any strength to interact with the outside world, and all that was left for everyone was an empty shell that was temporarily alive.
The mistake that night in the hotel did make Luo Chi happier.
Ming Weiting did not recognize the fire, did not realize that the fire was surrounded by malicious intent, and did not notice that Luo Chi was entangled in poisonous thorns and strangled, and was slowly suffocating.
The pain, hurt and despair that have already occurred will not disappear on their own just by not thinking about them or touching them.
It was my fault that I didn't get through that lively and reassuring halo and go over to hug him.
Can't make that mistake again.
"Fire." Ming Weiting said, "Let's go do something happy."
"Do more happy things than all the sad things you have ever encountered."
Ming Weiting looked at him and said, "Get rid of all the sadness."
You can't just act on your own, you can't just carelessly lock away all your sad selves.
Luo Chi has not recovered his ability to distinguish, so he has not yet realized that the parts he has locked up have become more and more...even including his entire understanding of himself.
"Don't be anxious." Ming Weiting said, "You don't have to be in a hurry to be happy, it's okay."
"You have to be happy too. If there is something happy, you have to smile."
Ming Weiting slowly told him: "It's okay to be sad."
Luo Chi's eyes flashed slightly, he had guessed that "flame" was talking about himself.
Ming Weiting spoke slowly, just enough for him to continue to understand the rest of the words.
Luo Chi opened his eyes slightly as he listened. He was a little surprised by what the other party said and shook his head slightly: "I don't..."
He wanted to say "I'm not sad", but a strange pain suddenly arose deep in his chest. Luo Chi groaned before he even had time to react, and instinctively curled up his body, losing his balance and falling down.
He fell into Ming Weiting's arms and was held by Ming Weiting and sat on the deck.
Cold sweat kept coming out of Luo Chi's forehead and his body curled up tighter and tighter.
He came out with only those happy memories, and the deeper part of his mind was still chaotic and confused. He had no idea what was happening. He was just breathing softly in a cold sweat and looking at the figure beside him with wide eyes.
He just wanted to come out and take a look, and watch as long as he could.
He wanted to come out so badly that even if the price was that he would disappear, he still wanted to come out to see Aunt Ren and Mr. Shadow.
…
The people who rushed over were stopped by Minglu and retreated back to the cabin silently.
Minglu did not let anyone get close and stood guard not far away.
He returned to the boat originally to talk about Mrs. Luo.
The Luo family is in great turmoil and is about to collapse. Luo Chengxiu is in the hospital and may not be able to come for tea for the time being. The girl from the Luo family probably couldn't bear the shock and ran away from home. She hasn't been found yet...
…but these things are totally unimportant.
Minglu asked someone to get the oxygen concentrator and reminded the housekeeping manager to lay a thicker and softer carpet near the recliner next time.
Ming Weiting knelt on the deck, protecting Luo Chi tightly: "Fire."
"Flame." Ming Weiting relaxed his arms little by little, "Look at me."
The incident happened suddenly, fortunately he did not let Luo Chi fall.
Ming Weiting simply did not stand up, but just held Luo Chi's body and stroked his back, which was so tense that it was trembling, over and over again.
Luo Chi was in so much pain that he couldn't move, but he still didn't know how to guard against him. He just opened his eyes wide and one hand hung stiffly by his side.
Ming Weiting's hands, which were clenched behind his back, were so clenched that the joints were clearly visible.
He lowered his eyes, but his face remained expressionless. He just held Luo Chi's hand and put his sleeves inside.
"When you are happy, you should smile." Ming Weiting asked softly, "What should you do when you are sad?"
Luo Chi slowly understood the problem and slowly closed his eyes.
He is not avoiding the question, he is trying to find the answer.
…Mr. Shadow wasn’t the only one who asked him this question.
Aunt Ren also asked.
Because everyone believed that he was the one who lost his sister, he always quarreled with his family. The more no one listens to him or believes him, the more he argues back.
Until one day, he finally realized that he had implicated Aunt Ren.
Aunt Ren and Mrs. Luo grew up together, but this time they completely stood on his side. Aunt Ren spoke for him everywhere and refuted his good friend, with whom he had a very good relationship at the time. In the end, they had a complete fallout and their relationship of decades was severed.
He was killed by a man... He couldn't remember the name, but it should be Aunt Ren's son.
He was limping on one leg and was quietly led upstairs by Aunt Ren's son. He saw Aunt Ren sitting alone in the room, sorting out the photos that were torn up by Mrs. Luo.
After that, Luo Chi never made trouble again.
He no longer tried desperately to refute it, nor did he want to explain it clearly to everyone... He told himself that it was nothing.
It's nothing.
He is a real man, he won't be sad because of this.
But I don't know how Aunt Ren found out about this.
That day, Aunt Ren sat in front of his bed, hugged him tightly, and choked with sobs, saying "I'm sorry, Huo Miao, I'm sorry" to him.
Aunt Ren's hands were so cold, he was frightened. He hugged Aunt Ren back tightly, trying to share the warmth of his chest with her, then lowered his head to blow on Aunt Ren's hands.
Aunt Ren just asked him what to do when he was sad.
Mr. Shadow also asked him this question now, which shows that the answer is very important.
Aunt Ren taught him, but he forgot.
After Aunt Ren passed away, this trick no longer worked.
But he still remembered, of course he still remembered, he would never forget anything Aunt Ren taught him. He just needed to think, to go back into the thick fog and dig out the answer...
Luo Chi held Ming Weiting's wrist.
His hands were shaking and his fingers didn't even have much strength. It took him a long time to gently retract his stiff arms.
Ming Weiting was keenly aware of that force and immediately raised his hand as he did.
Luo Chi pulled his hand and reached towards his chest with difficulty.
...What should I do when I’m sad?
Ming Weiting followed the hand and gradually raised his eyes.
He completely handed over the control to Luo Chi. As long as Luo Chi's fingers moved slightly, he would immediately provide the corresponding force.
Luo Chi sat in front of him, his brows still blank, and he just followed the force movements in his memory.
Luo Chi pulled his hand all the way to his chest.
Ming Weiting followed him, and through the soft cloth, he placed his palm on Luo Chi's cold left chest, pressing it down bit by bit.
The heart struggled in his chest, weakly and desperately hitting his hand.
"…It hurts." Luo Chi said, "It hurts so much."
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