The people who followed Ren Chenbai didn't dare to stop him.
The fate of the Luo family is clear, and Mr. Ming is obviously determined to take real action.
Although their family has no business at sea, there are always others who want to take the sea route. In the past few days, many of the partners who were once very close to me have suddenly disappeared and started to be evasive when I called them.
Not until Ren Chenbai's unconscious struggles gradually weakened did the Ming family's steward let go and turned to leave the dock.
The assistant then dared to breathe. Several people hurried over, helped the person out of the water, and dragged him to shore.
Ren Chenbai was still breathing, but not fully conscious. He pulled the person next to him and asked, "What conch?"
The assistant had no idea about this and was too busy answering him. He was just busy helping the man into the car and rushing him to his own hospital.
Ren Chenbai kept asking questions on the way and was very agitated. The assistant had no choice but to take the sedatives from the car and persuaded him in a gentle tone: "Mr. Ren, relax and get some sleep..."
They knew that Mr. Ren had not been very sober recently, so they always kept this thing in the car and it was not the first time they had used it.
Ren Chenbai looked at the approaching syringe and became even more annoyed and angry: "How dare you!"
"I'm fine, I don't need this thing!" Ren Chenbai shouted, "Who told you to use this on me? Get out of here! Let go——"
"Mr. Ren, Mr. Ren." The assistant said in a low voice with a bitter face, "Don't you always use this for Mr. Luo?"
They all knew that Ren Chenbai's current state was due to Mr. Luo, so every time they found that Mr. Ren was getting anxious, they would find ways to mention Luo Zhi to comfort him: "This is a sedative, it's nothing, Mr. Luo doesn't feel uncomfortable every time he takes it..."
Ren Chenbai was held down by several people, watching the cold needle pierce into his vein. The words the assistant said almost turned into some kind of noisy, sharp noise in his ears.
...Nothing?
You won’t feel uncomfortable after the fight?
I clearly had things to say and things to do, but I was forced to watch the medicine being injected into my body with my own eyes, and my consciousness slipping away bit by bit. How could it feel good? !
Ren Chenbai was almost furious. He struggled desperately to get up, but he quickly lost the strength to control his body.
…
When his consciousness began to blur, the hateful assistant in front of him suddenly turned into his own face.
He saw him pressing Luo Zhi's shoulder and asking someone to give him the injection, while still saying that it was for Luo Zhi's own good.
He saw Luo Zhi slowly becoming quiet and weak in his arms, and he suddenly felt a suffocating uneasiness.
He wanted Luo Zhi to wake up, so he shook the body hard and tightened his arms. The body suddenly turned into dark cold water and spilled onto the ground without any warning.
"Chen Bai." He heard his mother's voice, "Why do you call Huo Miao Xiao Zhi?"
He had no recollection of his mother ever saying these words to him.
He didn't care about anything else for the moment and just tried to scoop up the water in panic. He heard his mother's voice ringing again and again.
His mother was speaking to him, and her tone was more unfamiliar than anything he could remember.
"You are not allowed to go look for Huo Miao again, and you are not allowed to see him again."
"It's my fault. I didn't teach you well."
"I'll find you a psychiatrist."
"Don't go looking for the flame again. You must let him go."
"Chen Bai, this is wrong."
The mother's tone became increasingly tired and weak: "You shouldn't do this. How could you do this..."
…He knows, he knows, he knows.
He knew he was wrong.
Ren Chenbai tried to explain to his mother that he knew he was wrong and he was now trying to find a way to make amends.
Ren Chenbai knelt on the ground.
He tried to hold a pool of water that he could not hold in his palms, but his palms were empty, without water or even sand.
His mother's voice came from behind him, asking him incredulously, "Chen Bai... have you ever thrown a conch?"
…
Minglu took his men back to the cruise ship.
The lights in the room were on. Minglu washed his hands several times to make sure there was no trace of oil stains before he knocked on the door and walked in.
Ming Weiting was sitting on the edge of the bed, doing handicrafts with Luo Chi.
Luo Chi was playing with a shell in his hand and looked up when he heard the door open. He recognized Ming Lu, narrowed his eyes, and spoke softly, "Uncle Lu."
Ming Lu called him "Sir" and when he saw Ming Weiting nod, he walked over.
The people on the cruise ship have already adapted to Luo Chi's condition. Ming Lu half squatted down and greeted Luo Chi properly: "Huomiao."
Luo Chi obviously liked this name. The smile in his eyes immediately became brighter. He stretched out his hand and generously gave him the shell.
Minglu's expression also softened and he thanked Luo Chi with a smile.
He took the shell, wrapped it carefully with a handkerchief in front of Luo Chi, showed it to Luo Chi deliberately, and then put it away in his pocket.
...Although he could only learn what happened in Wanghai Villa through the video, Minglu was actually gradually able to understand why Ren Shuangmei liked this child so much.
It seems that there are so many things in this world that make Luo Chi happy.
Luo Chi doesn’t remember a lot of things now, and often forgets new things that happened. He even needs people to remind him every day to remember that his name is “Huo Miao”, but he is still happy every day.
He feels happy when he sees the waves, he feels happy when he sees the beautiful shapes of the clouds, and he can also happily lower his head and play for half a day when the sunlight falls right into his palms.
…
If it weren't for the intense tiredness and confusion that almost overflowed Luo Chi's consciousness when he woke up from every too long dream and was still not fully awake, they would almost think that there was a carefree young master on the ship.
Ming Weiting touched Luo Chi's fingers, waited for him to open his hand, and then placed a shell in his palm.
"Uncle Lu." Ming Weiting asked, "What happened?"
Minglu came back to his senses and shook his head dumbly: "No hurry."
Since there is no urgency, it means it is something related to Luo Chi and cannot be said in front of Luo Chi.
Ming Weiting nodded and continued to work on the handicraft attentively.
He's still not good at this kind of work. Luo Chi's right hand had almost no strength, but it was still more flexible than him and he quickly found a suitable place for the shell.
Ming Weiting gave up pinching the shell and instead raised his hand and gently pinched his earlobe.
After being praised, Luo Chi became more motivated and put down several shells steadily.
In just a few days, he had recovered greatly. When he tried to take the shell from Ming Weiting for the fifth time, his fingers began to tremble slightly due to exhaustion.
"Flame." Ming Weiting shook his hand, and when Luo Chi noticed it, he raised his head and met his gaze, "Take a break."
Luo Chi still wanted to give it a try and shook his head.
He didn't let Ming Weiting help, but just lowered his head and tried slowly and patiently. I don't know how many times I picked it up, but I finally managed to pinch the edge of the shell and prevent it from falling through my fingers.
Ming Lu couldn't help but wanted to help, but when he saw Ming Weiting shaking his head slightly, he had to withdraw his hand.
...In fact, Luo Chi doesn't need to do this in such a hurry.
There was nothing urgent to do right now, so Luo Chi had plenty of time to recuperate and recover from the state in which his foundation was almost completely destroyed. Besides, the reason for the weakness of Luo Chi's right hand was ultimately the pressure of the tumor inside his skull. It is actually not too late to wait until after the operation to do rehabilitation.
Although doing so will inevitably reduce the flexibility of the wrists and fingers, it is still completely sufficient if you just want to ensure a normal daily life in the future.
However, Luo Chi didn't seem to have such an idea.
At least Luo Chi, who left the thick fog and came out to get some fresh air, had no such thoughts at all.
Luo Chi just looked at his hands intently. His right hand trembled slightly uncontrollably, but he still held the shell.
Then, Luo Chi spent more time finding the right position bit by bit and inlaying the shells on the pavilion that had already taken shape.
…
After doing all these things, Luo Chi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He still had his eyes downcast, his body motionless, and his hand slowly slid down with all his strength.
Ming Weiting caught the fallen hand in time. He saw that Luo Chi's dizziness was starting to reoccur, so he reached out and gently embraced Luo Chi, trying not to disturb him, and let the body soaked in cold sweat lean steadily on his shoulder.
Luo Chi opened his eyes and looked at him, then his eyes slightly curved and immediately closed hastily.
Ming Weiting waited until Luo Chi's breathing became stable again before taking the tissue handed to him by Ming Lu and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead: "Two more than yesterday."
Luo Chi's right hand was still trembling slightly, but this time it was only due to exhaustion. The previous stiffness that was obviously due to lack of strength was obviously much less.
He heard Ming Weiting's voice, slowly understood its meaning, and the corners of his mouth lifted in great satisfaction.
"Two more pieces." Luo Chi repeated Ming Weiting's words and reported to himself in a low voice, "Flame."
Minglu stood aside.
He suddenly understood why Luo Chi had to do this.
Luo Chi's right hand can hold a paintbrush, strum the guitar strings like a show-off, and do many things that are difficult for normal people to do.
There is no shortcut to playing guitar. No matter how talented you are, it still requires hard work and endless boring practice over and over again.
In the video footage of Wanghai Villa, there are long sections where Luo Chi is practicing basic skills by himself. His fingers were worn out many times before he was finally able to play the most difficult rhythm fluently.
Luo Chi, who came out for some fresh air, couldn't remember himself clearly, but he still remembered that he was responsible for the small cluster of dim and vague flames submerged in the thick fog.
Luo Chi rested for a while, then pulled Ming Weiting's clothes with his left hand.
The strength of his left hand was much clearer and more stable. Even though he didn't have much strength left at this time, he still conveyed his intention clearly.
Ming Weiting lowered his head: "Do you have something to give me?"
Luo Chi doesn't like to talk much now, and he doesn't have the energy to do much, so the two of them inexplicably have a lot of tacit understanding. Sometimes when Minglu saw Luo Chi pulling Ming Weiting's shirt, he suspected that the young master mistook the teacher for a telegraph machine.
Luo Chi was very satisfied with the telegraph machine. He fumbled behind his back with his left hand for a while and produced a conch from somewhere.
Ming Weiting accompanied him to do handicrafts for a day. Seeing Luo Chi giving away shells everywhere, he didn't expect that he had left a bigger one for himself. He reached out and took it: "Is there a letter from Huo Miao?"
He is becoming more and more skilled as a fan. Although one of the steps has changed from "making handicrafts for the idol" to "accompanying the idol to make handicrafts and do rehabilitation at the same time", the rest of the process is not affected and he still remembers it very clearly.
Luo Chi was made to laugh by him, but then he shook his head: "No."
Ming Weiting asked: "Why?"
Luo Chi stopped talking again, but just held Ming Weiting's hand and suddenly shook it.
The conch in Ming Weiting's hand suddenly made a rustling sound.
He was a little curious, so he picked up the conch and looked at it carefully, only to find that Luo Chi had stuffed a lot of small shells into it.
The spiral inside the conch blocked the shells. Although they could not get out, they were able to slide and collide back and forth, making a not-so-crisp sound.
Ming Weiting held the conch and shook it back and forth several times.
Seeing the expectant look in Luo Chi's eyes, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, put the conch beside Luo Chi's left ear, and shook it back and forth in rhythm with his words: "Thank you."
Luo Chi said you're welcome generously and listened to the voice attentively.
Not empty, the shell bumped gently in the shaking conch.
The mouth of the snail stopped next to my ear, and I seemed to be able to hear the sound of wind and tide.
…
He finally ran out of energy.
Luo Chi was held and lay down. The conch stopped shaking, but the sound in his mind was regular and hypnotic, and his mind finally became dazed.
Fatigue came over me like a tide, silently.
He still had medicine to take at night, and Ming Weiting couldn't let him fall asleep right away, so he got up to get medicine from the medicine box beside him, but he heard Ming Lu calling Luo Chi behind him.
Luo Chi did not respond, just lying on the bed with his eyes still slightly open.
Ming Weiting did not disturb him, but stopped and stood where he was.
...When he was half asleep and half awake like this, Luo Chi would sometimes be too tired to distinguish the two sides so clearly, and instead he would be closer to the most real state.
Luo Chi, who remembers nothing, can be happy and laugh, is naturally able to make people feel good along with him, and want to find ways to make him happier...but the Luo Chi now is the real one.
Luo Chi was now pale and quiet. He had had his good dream disturbed and was dragged back from the sea without any explanation. It would take him some time to slowly figure out what had happened.
Luo Chi lay quietly for a while, then slowly sat up and looked around.
He sat motionless, looking at the shells spread out like a stall beside the bed. After a long time, a hint of curiosity slowly revealed itself between his brows. He reached out his hand and touched it gently.
He seemed to like this work very much. He lowered his head and studied it carefully for a long time. When he wanted to put the remaining shells on it, he found that his right hand seemed to be out of control.
Ming Weiting returned to the bedside and held his hand.
Luo Chi's dazed eyelashes trembled. He seemed to want to raise his head immediately, but his body just couldn't move fast, so he had to use twice as much time before he finally raised his head.
As he saw clearly the person sitting in front of him, his eyes lit up slightly.
"Shadow." Luo Chi recognized him again, "Mr. Shadow."
His voice was now softer than when he was awake, and his speech was slower, as if even speaking took a lot of effort.
Ming Weiting imitated him and said, "Mr. Huo Miao."
Luo Chi couldn't help but purse his lips.
He felt as if he had slept for a long time again, but still felt sleepy, his head felt heavy, and his memories were all jumbled together.
Ming Weiting brought him medicine and water, and he swallowed them all.
"Right leg." Luo Chi asked after taking the medicine, "Is it for the leg?"
He saw Ming Weiting nod, and tried to move his arm again, but found that his right hand still couldn't move: "Did I fall hard?"
Ming Weiting was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly and touched Luo Chi's hair.
Normally, Luo Chi would not think of asking himself what was wrong, nor did he feel the need to ask. Although he has only been able to take five shells so far, and has to receive intravenous drips, injections, and take a lot of medicine, he still confidently believes that he is in very good health.
Luo Chi, who remembered everything, couldn't sort out these memories for the time being. Because his right leg could not move, he sometimes thought that he had just fallen from the second floor and was still recuperating in the Sea View Villa.
"It's okay." Ming Weiting assured him, "If you take care of your body like this, you will recover soon."
Ming Weiting told him: "You will become very healthy."
Luo Chi thought for a while and nodded slowly.
He actually didn't care much about this, but he was still very clear that the other party was taking care of him. He thanked him softly and his eyes fell on the conch in Ming Weiting's hand again.
Luo Chi seemed a little hesitant and asked softly, "Did I do this?"
Ming Weiting looked down and was about to answer, but was suddenly stopped by Ming Lu who was standing beside him, making a gesture.
Minglu walked closer and spoke a few quick words to him in a low voice.
Ming Weiting gradually frowned.
He didn't know why he said that, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just nodded and said, "Yes, I found it."
"I found it." Ming Weiting said, "So I came to pick you up."
Luo Chi was obviously stunned for a moment by this answer.
He looked at Ming Weiting, and instinctively felt that there was something wrong here. Perhaps it's logic, perhaps it's time - or perhaps memory clearly has another branch here, with another obviously different answer.
He wanted to believe this answer so much that the fog in his mind almost turned into boiling steam, and in an instant it turned into cold sweat pouring out.
He fell on Mr. Shadow's arm, struggled to sit up, and tried his best to shake the hand.
"No." Luo Chi whispered, "Don't tell Aunt Ren."
Luo Chi grasped his arm, exerting such obvious strength on his hand for the first time, his joints turned pale and trembled slightly: "Don't tell Aunt Ren..."
When he heard Mr. Shadow's answer, his consciousness, which was blurred by the pain, finally relaxed a little. Before he could say more, he fell into a deep sleep.
…
Ming Weiting was still sitting beside Luo Chi's bed.
He held Luo Chi's curled hand, with the conch full of shells placed next to him. He took the computer that Ming Lu hurriedly took with one hand and placed it on his lap.
"The young master stayed in Wanghai Villa for three months to recover from his injuries." Ming Lu whispered, "At that time--"
Ming Weiting nodded: "I know."
Minglu wanted to say something but stopped talking because he was preoccupied.
Ming Weiting looked at the sleeping Luo Chi, and placed the conch next to Luo Chi's pillow.
…He was already very clear about what happened during that period.
Luo Chi was pushed down from the second floor by the woman from the Luo family and broke his leg. He was taken back to Wanghai Villa by Mrs. Ren to recuperate for three months. It was also at that time that he learned to play the guitar.
It was also at that time that Mrs. Ren insisted on explaining what happened on Luo Chi's behalf. She had a complete falling out with the Luo family and severed ties with her long-time friend.
Luo Chi dragged his injured leg and was led upstairs by Ren Chenbai to see Mrs. Ren who was sorting out the torn photos alone.
It was from that day on that Luo Chi began to learn not to feel wronged.
Luo Chi stopped making a fuss, stopped refutation, and stopped explaining.
Mrs. Ren took great effort to teach him to say it hurts again.
Ming Weiting looked at the images in the video.
It looked like they were preparing for a bonfire party, and a lot of things were already piled up in the room.
Mrs. Ren was very happy, and brought Luo Chi who was even happier than her.
The two of them were secretly eating snacks while preparing. Luo Chi was so excited that he even forgot to pretend that his leg was not in good condition. After running for several steps, he finally remembered and jumped several times on one leg to make up for it.
…
Luo Chi stood on one leg, looking at his Aunt Ren with red ears.
Aunt Ren looked up at the sky and hummed a song, pretending not to notice.
Luo Chi's entire face turned red this time. He jumped on one leg and was about to run away, but Aunt Ren pulled him back and nodded: "What does Little Flame want most?"
Luo Chi didn't understand and opened his eyes wide.
"Little Flame has given Aunt Ren so many gifts." Aunt Ren deliberately dragged out her voice, "What does Little Flame want?"
Luo Chi shook his head vigorously. He wanted nothing. Just as he was about to explain, a conch was suddenly stuffed into his arms.
Aunt Ren stood in front of him, looking at him with a smile.
"The wishing conch." Aunt Ren whispered to him, "Write a letter and put it in it, then hide it."
Luo Chi had actually guessed a little bit - of course he guessed that Aunt Ren was going to give him a gift, but he was afraid that he would be embarrassed to say it. He was not a child anymore and he definitely knew that there were no gods living in conch shells.
He shouldn't have kept everything secret. Aunt Ren must have been particularly worried about him, so she came up with this idea.
Luo Chi knew he had to reflect on himself, but he couldn't take care of it for the time being. He was still so happy that his whole body was hot: "Where is it hidden?"
"Hide it behind the rocks." Aunt Ren thought for a moment, "Hide it there and write down what Little Flame wants most."
“As long as you write, everything will come true. Whatever you write, everything will come true.”
Aunt Ren assured confidently: "Really, really, really."
Luo Chi pursed his lips and smiled. He had never played this kind of game before, and couldn't help but join in the childishness: "Really, really, really?"
Aunt Ren laughed and shouted, "Really, really, really!"
The two of them suddenly began to repeat "really" over and over again, forehead touching forehead, laughing with joy until their stomachs began to hurt.
"Mrs. Ren saw the calendar in the room and guessed the countdown."
Minglu had already watched the videos and sorted out the previous events: "So I came up with this idea."
——Mrs. Ren guessed it. Luo Chi was carefully counting the stolen days while counting down for himself.
Just steal for three months, three whole months.
Then you must return it immediately, and never go any further.
Mrs. Ren guessed that Luo Chi was counting the days, so on the last day of the third month, Mrs. Ren specially found the most crowded place on the beach and held the most lively bonfire party for Luo Chi.
What wish did Mrs. Ren want Luo Chi to write inside the conch?
Luo Chi actually didn’t know either.
Maybe he was too happy that day, so happy that he felt a little dizzy. He returned to his room in a daze and even forgot to hop on one leg.
Luo Chi was so happy that he couldn't sleep holding the conch.
He found the best paper and pen, and wrote on it, stroke by stroke, his craziest, boldest, and greediest wish.
Luo Chi even made a wish devoutly to the conch before writing carefully on the paper.
"Hello, I'm Little Flame."
"Please take me home."
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