Luo Chi leaned on his shoulder.
Luo Chi pressed hard against his shoulders, his thin back trembling from the rapid coughing, but he still squeezed out all his strength and held his arm.
That kind of force is more than just an answer to this question.
In the dim and thin mist, the wet fallen leaves were blown away by the sea breeze.
A few flickering sparks burst out from between the branches of the citrus tree. Then in an instant, a fire desperately devoured all reality and all the past, struggling to burn.
The fire started, and it rushed out to touch the falling shadow, using all its strength, even at the cost of burning itself out.
Ming Weiting pulled Luo Chi back into his arms and held him tightly.
Luo Chi said nothing, his whole body trembling with pain, and he curled up tightly under his coat.
His head doesn't hurt now, not at all, the pain is in his body. It could be a place in the chest that I have no feeling in, or a section of bone marrow in the spine.
The pain, so intense that it seemed to burn him to death, engulfed him in an instant. Perhaps at that moment, his flesh and blood were stripped off, and even his bones were scraped off one by one. He seemed to be standing next to his own body, watching the fire burn him completely.
It turns out that it doesn’t have to be gray and cold ashes.
It turns out that it may not be Leng Jin.
Ming Weiting hugged Luo Chi, raised his hands to protect Luo Chi's head and neck, and held him in his elbow.
He gave a response with more explicit force than Luo Chi had squeezed out, until the body in his arms finally began to relax, slowly stopping the trembling that had almost erupted instantly.
…
Outside the bedroom door, Ming Lu, who came to deliver the oxygen concentrator, did not enter. He met Ming Weiting's gaze, smiled with relief, and gently placed the machine at the door.
Ming Weiting didn't rush to get up and get it.
He waited until Luo Chi's breathing had almost calmed down, then lifted a corner of his coat and leaned in.
One coat was not enough to cover two people, and light came in from all directions.
Luo Chi lowered his eyes, concentrating on regulating his breathing, and was startled by the light.
He was a little curious and curled his eyes to look at Mr. Shadow who suddenly appeared in front of him.
Ming Weiting touched Luo Chi's back which was completely soaked with sweat, raised his hand to let Luo Chi lean on him, and used his sleeve to wipe away the tear marks on his face bit by bit.
Ming Weiting's movements were very careful. He and Luo Chi were together under the coat, and his voice was also soft: "Do you want to go to the beach tomorrow?"
…
This question is important, but it seems a bit abrupt at this time.
Luo Chi widened his eyes slightly, but still abided by the rule of truth and nodded.
Ming Weiting asked again: "Would you like to eat peach candy tomorrow?"
Luo Chi's throat moved slightly. The medicine he had been taking these days was so bitter that the aroma of peach could almost be seen in his mouth. He nodded slightly.
Ming Weiting asked: "Do you want to go home tomorrow?"
Luo Chi nodded subconsciously, but halfway through he suddenly realized what the problem was.
He didn't know where Mr. Shadow learned this trick. He blinked his eyes, and before he could fully come to his senses, the corners of his mouth were already rising uncontrollably.
He really didn't have any extra strength, and the air flow was only halfway up his chest when it stopped. He leaned on Ming Weiting's arms and coughed twice.
But he still bent his fingers, pulled the sleeve that Ming Weiting had put between his fingers little by little, and raised his eyes.
Ming Weiting was massaging his stiff body. When he noticed the force, he immediately looked up at him. Noticing that Luo Chi's eyes were serious, his expression also became serious.
"I." Luo Chi adjusted his breath and spoke slowly, "I will..."
He was still concentrating on his decision, but Ming Weiting had already taken over the conversation: "It will be super cool."
Ming Weiting memorized and recited: "Show me how cool it is."
…Lucky fans really remember it very well.
Luo Chi couldn't help laughing. He simply didn't bother repeating it anymore and just blinked his eyes gently.
Ming Weiting's eyes were also filled with smiles. He raised his hand to touch Luo Chi's sweaty eyelashes and gently helped him push back his forehead hair.
He understood why Luo Chi said "We are separated by the sea" and "The stars must be bright enough".
Luo Chi cherishes kindness more than anyone else. But Luo Chi is completely unlike the Luo family. He never thinks that other people's kindness towards him is a matter of course and something he has to give.
If you want to hold a hand, extend it. If you want to be waved at and applauded, just jump onto the stage with your guitar.
Luo Chi didn't think that he was late, nor did Luo Chi think that he was late. In that rain, Luo Chi wanted to find someone who believed in him, so he kept him and sold him the painting.
…
The more I think about this, the more I cannot understand those people who pushed Luo Chi into the thick fog and icy sea.
Ming Weiting will handle these matters, they no longer have anything to do with Luo Chi. He regained his composure, raised his hand to hold Luo Chi's neck, which was beginning to feel weak, and stroked Luo Chi's hair: "Now it's cool."
He did try his best to learn how to be a fan on the Internet, but he still couldn't learn all those exaggerated compliments, so he always just said what he really thought. But because of this, every word he spoke was serious and seemed particularly solemn.
Of course Luo Chi could also tell it, his ears quickly felt hot and he pursed his lips.
He was exhausted and felt a little dizzy. He closed his eyes and rested quietly for a while. The fatigue that had been suppressed for many times finally slowly rose up.
"If you had a boat." Ming Weiting touched his eyes, "you would be the most popular captain."
Luo Chi closed his eyes slightly, hovering on the edge of sleep for a while, and whispered the secret to him: "Auntie also wants me to be the captain."
Ming Weiting nodded: "Aunt has a good eye for people."
Luo Chi laughed out loud at his serious tone.
Ming Weiting liked to see him smile. He held his slightly curled fingers, and his heart relaxed as he put that hand into his own palm.
The Ming family came by boat, so of course everything he could think of was related to the boat. Luo Chi, on the other hand, had just woken up from a state of chaos and confusion that had lasted for too long, and was left with only a sense of relief, emptiness and confusion.
…
In the excruciating pain of cutting flesh and bones just now, all the past ties were burned away, and I realized that I had reached the end of the road.
Luo Chi stood at the end of the road.
He stood here, alone and clean, and slowly remembered some things.
Some are worth being happy about, some are sad, and there are plenty of them that don't need to be looked at carefully and can just be thrown into a corner and ignored.
He thought of Aunt Ren’s grave.
Luo Chi and the tomb confronted each other stubbornly for ten years. .
The cold stone tablet stopped him, not allowing him to go down to find Aunt Ren, but it also silently allowed him to lean against it to talk in a low voice, to fall asleep, and to play his piano.
Sometimes when Luo Chi came out of the cemetery, he would keep walking until he could no longer walk.
Luo Chi actually still had strength, he just couldn't cross the intersection.
There is a public hospital at that intersection, and there are benches on the roadside opposite the hospital. He would sit on the bench for a long time, until he became too sleepy to open his eyes. When his consciousness began to fade, he would see Luo Zhi standing at the hospital entrance.
…
Ten-year-old Luo Zhi stood at the hospital entrance.
The sun was so bright that day that the air seemed to be filled with heat waves. Everything seemed bright white under the scorching sun, the leaves were wilting, and the cicadas were chirping weakly.
Luo Zhi raised his hand and covered one ear, trying to tell whether it was the chirping of cicadas or tinnitus.
He sneaked out of home and came to the hospital to see someone.
He heard that Zhao Lan's sister was here, and wanted to go and see if her injuries had healed, whether she was still having nightmares, and whether she still dreamed every day that someone was beating her to death.
He made a boat out of shells, but did not give it away.
Before escaping from that devil's den, their secret messages to the outside world were discovered and they were locked up in two different places. A lot of things happened during those days.
Luo Zhi was leaning against the window at the door of the psychiatric department and saw a figure inside.
A couple who looked much older than their age came out to see him, squatted down apologetically, and stopped him outside the door.
The busy girl just brought a can of nourishing soup. When she saw him, she squatted down, took his hand and whispered sorry.
"Brother, I'm sorry." The girl dressed like a high school student had red eyes and apologized to him in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sick. I have a disease that will cause me to have nightmares..."
Of course Luo Zhi could understand. He shook his head vigorously, hid the gift box behind him, and made an agreement with the Zhao family that he would go visit his sister as soon as she recovered from her illness.
That family is so kind, Sister Zhao Lan’s illness will definitely get better.
Luo Zhi knew that this disease could not be stimulated, and until she was fully recovered, it was best not to see anything that might trigger past traumatic memories.
I don't know since when, he seemed to have become the fuse.
It was as if he had an extra switch that made everyone irritated and miserable. This feeling was not good and he didn't want it to be like this.
But Sister Zhao Lan’s illness will definitely get better.
That family is so nice.
Luo Zhi stood at the entrance of the hospital, holding the shell boat, unable to tell whether it was the sound of cicadas.
He couldn't think of where to go for the moment. The room was no longer his, nor was his home. He stood at the intersection, wondering whether he should go to the oceanarium or the library...
Thinking of this, Luo Chi couldn't help but laugh secretly.
He felt that his memory must have processed this part independently while he was not paying attention - after all, the scene was a bit too exaggerated. But in the memory of ten-year-old Luo Zhi, the next scene was really Aunt Ren driving towards them majestically in the sunlight.
Aunt Ren came over majestically, dragged him into the car without saying a word, and the first thing she did was stuff a popsicle into his mouth.
The popsicles are super cool and super sweet, like magic wands.
Anyway, in the eyes of ten-year-old Luo Zhi, it must be a magic wand.
Everything after that suddenly became completely different. Aunt Ren put down the shell boat he was carrying and asked him where he wanted to go. But when she found out he didn't know, she took him to an indoor playground.
He had never been to such a place in the Luo family, and he stood there without moving.
Aunt Ren carried him to catch dolls, dragged him to play on the trampoline, stuffed him into the playground to drive go-karts, and finally held him all the way down the super high slide and smashed into a large ocean of balls.
He was almost drowned by the blue and white ocean balls, and was held up by Aunt Ren. He never knew that ocean balls could be so much fun.
"Flame." Aunt Ren asked him in the ocean ball, "Do you want to go back with Auntie?"
He hadn't been called Huo Miao for a long time, and he almost didn't react that he was being called. He only came to his senses when Aunt Ren hit him on the head.
Aunt Ren asked him, "Do you want to go back with your aunt?"
Aunt Ren looked at him very seriously, holding his hand tightly with one hand, as if as long as he nodded, she would take him home.
…He nodded probably about a hundred times that day.
Maybe this paragraph has also been processed by memory. He was still very steady at that time and was always said to be like a little old man. He would not do something so inconsistent with his image.
But he did nod in his heart a hundred, a thousand, and ten thousand times, and he wished he could write it down.
Aunt Ren played with him until dark, then took him home and bought him a lot of toys and popsicles in front of other children.
He didn't really play with toys much.
There are toys at home, but he mostly uses them to amuse his sister. His sister is almost three years younger than him, and he has been learning how to be a brother since he was old enough to understand.
He was carrying so many toys, with one hand held by Aunt Ren. He secretly bit the tip of his tongue to make sure if it was a dream.
Of course it wasn’t a dream. How could it be a dream?
Popsicles are so cool and sweet.
He fell asleep in the car holding the shell boat. Aunt Ren asked a driver to drive the car, and she held him in her arms, gently touching the hideous scar behind his ear.
It turned out that it was the cicadas chirping, not tinnitus. He has no tinnitus at all, he hears super clearly.
Aunt Ren said that Huo Miao will have a real boat.
The flame will have a real boat, the flame will grow up safely, and the flame will be super free.
Aunt Ren said that Huo Miao wanted to be the captain.
…
From the day he began his confrontation with the tomb, he could no longer cross that intersection.
He sat on the bench until he saw the ten-year-old Luo Zhi, and then he recalled the entire memory carefully, with a sweet taste in his mouth.
How could it be so sweet, he had experienced such good things.
Aunt Ren asked him if he wanted to go back together, how could he refuse? How could he not go back?
How could he not go back?
Aunt Ren held his hand so tightly.
…
Luo Chi curled his fingers.
He spent a long time, and finally bent his fingers little by little, touching his palm, and whispered: "Auntie."
Ming Weiting moved his arm slightly.
Luo Chi's head and neck softened, his body completely weakened, and he fell silently into Ming Weiting's neck.
Ming Weiting touched his back and wanted to help him lift up his coat, but found that one corner of the coat was grasped by Luo Chi's hand.
Luo Chi curled up in his coat, breathing steadily, and fell into a dream.
Ming Weiting slowly stopped his movements.
He originally wanted to bring in the oxygen concentrator, wake up Luo Chi, and let Luo Chi breathe oxygen for a while before going back to sleep. This is to avoid feeling dizzy and sleepy after waking up, making it difficult to muster the energy to go to the beach.
…
But this matter does not seem to be too urgent.
If Luo Chi felt that he did not sleep well and was still sleepy and weak, he would take another nap on the beach.
Luo Chi is recovering slowly and getting better, so there is no need to rush.
Ming Weiting put his arm around Luo Chi's shoulders.
He even turned off the ambient light, allowing only the pale moonlight to flow in with the night breeze, falling on the bedside and giving the objects in the room an exceptionally soft outline.
Ming Weiting held Luo Chi and laid him down. After making sure that Luo Chi was lying safely, he sat at the head of the bed.
He gently moved Luo Chi's head and neck to make it easier for him to breathe, and then lifted a corner of his coat.
After finishing all this, it was exactly past midnight. The sound of distant bells floated over across the sea.
The sound comes from a clock tower not far from the port. It rings the time day after day, and the sound can be heard from far away along with the wind.
The clock tower is famous for its pointer. I heard that it was specially designed by an artist, and the carvings and hollowing are very ingenious. The minute hand looks like a figure that is always on the move, and because of the different angles of light, it changes every hour.
…
I heard that it has some symbolic meaning, that we are always on the road and moving forward non-stop. Walk twenty-four laps every day and return to the starting point when the clock strikes midnight.
"The flame." Ming Weiting said softly, "It's not the origin."
Ming Weiting said: "It's a new day."
Luo Chi sleeps in the new day.
I don’t know what happened in my dream, but I looked very serious even when I was asleep, as if I had dreamed of something very important.
Ming Weiting did not disturb him and took the computer that Ming Lu left beside the bed.
"Flame" will be updated from midnight on this day. Gong Hanrou has always been very strict with her work. The scene reproduction part requires a long time to polish and will not be broadcast for the time being.
What is being released now are some real video materials and interviews related to the parties involved, and some records of the filming process have been added as trailers.
Ming Weiting put on his headphones, dragged the progress bar, and found the part where Luo Chi was at Ren's house.
Ren Shuangmei likes to take videos for Luo Chi.
It’s not the cold angle of a surveillance camera. The Luo Chi in the handheld camera is real and vivid, no different from an ordinary child.
…
In Ren Shuangmei's eyes, the child was no different from ordinary children except that he was extremely smart, sensible and likable.
It was Luo Chi’s first time making dim sum, and he jumped up in fright when he found the oven exploded. He fumbled to fix it, but Aunt Ren, who was laughing so hard that her stomach hurt, hugged him and kneaded him.
Luo Chi held the newly bought guitar, stumbling to find the notes, and played a song called "Two Tigers".
Luo Chi was learning to paint and rubbed the paint onto the tip of his nose. He stared at the camera with wide eyes and laughed unsteadily without realizing it.
Luo Chi was led to the beach and pushed among those people playing in the water. He stood there stiffly, not moving, and turned to look at Ren Shuangmei, but was soon involuntarily pulled over by the group of people who were having fun.
…
Luo Chi in the camera was hiding from the water, his eyes wide open, and he gradually realized that these people had no ill intentions at all, and a smile appeared almost suddenly.
He imitated others' actions, scooped up some water and threw it out, and was hit on the head and face by the flying sea water. A group of people laughed together, and he himself rubbed his eyes hard while laughing, and while laughing he turned around to look for Ren Shuangmei...
Luo Chi's ability to be happy was opened by Ren Shuangmei.
The happier he was, the more he would look back at Aunt Ren, and his eyes would light up even brighter when he saw Aunt Ren.
Luo Chi stood wet in the sea, tiptoeing and waving vigorously, as if he was only one step away from escaping the haze that shrouded him.
…
Ming Weiting took off his headphones and put the computer aside.
He wanted to check on Luo Chi's situation, and when he looked to his side, he found that Luo Chi had woken up from his dream at some point and was looking at him with his eyes open.
Luo Chi should have been awake for a while, but he didn't move or make any sound. He lay on the pillow and watched the videos with Ming Weiting.
Ming Weiting touched Luo Chi's forehead and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Luo Chi shook his head.
He was also watching those videos. Because he was used to not being able to hear the sound, he didn't think there was any problem even if there was no external speaker. He already remembered everything in the video.
He remembers it all, he remembers what to do.
He remembered everything Aunt Ren gave him.
He heard what Mr. Shadow said to him.
He woke up to a new day.
Ming Weiting sat beside the bed.
He supported himself with one hand behind Luo Chi's back, lowered his head, and met those sparkling eyes.
Ming Weiting suddenly reacted.
His movements were very quick. He supported himself and lay down beside Luo Chi. He reached out to bring him closer and covered both of them with his coat.
The area of the coat is really limited, and if you hide it like this, it's inevitable that your foreheads will touch each other.
Ming Weiting held Luo Chi's neck with one hand and asked softly, "What did you dream about?"
"Auntie." Luo Chi said in a low voice, "I got scolded."
Aunt Ren scolded him for being stubborn and not knowing how to flex his muscles.
He was scolded for how such a huge flame could be trapped in a small intersection for so long.
Luo Chi completed a rather long self-reflection in his dream, and because he had just woken up from the state where his brain was not working, it took him quite some time.
Ming Weiting did not ask further questions, but only suggested: "Call me to plead for mercy next time."
Luo Chi pursed his lips and nodded: "Please, please."
Although he was scolded, he slept very well. It seemed that he had not slept so well in a long time.
He was hidden in Mr. Shadow's coat, and he indulged himself in forcing out all the pain of his life and enduring it all at once. Now the two of them are hiding inside and whispering, if they go out they might be caught by their aunt.
He was going to do something really cool, cool enough to make his aunt completely happy and relieved.
Luo Chi thought carefully and quietly asked the creditor: "How many paintings can be exchanged for a boat?"
Ming Weiting didn't answer, just looked at him.
"Five hundred?" Luo Chi just wanted to exchange for a most ordinary boat. "Will a thousand be enough?"
Ming Weiting shook his head.
Luo Chi was determined: "Is 10,000 enough?"
Ming Weiting still shook his head.
Luo Chi bit the tip of his tongue lightly.
...Oh no.
The big flame is about to do something unreasonable.
Luo Chi pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and slowly clenched his fist.
Luo Chi recalled another dream he had just had.
In my dream, I seemed to be standing on a dock in an unknown place.
The pier was still quite far from the boat, as if one had to jump over it. In between was dark water of unknown depth, and the night fog was flowing quietly.
He had just finished a long walk, and the road was a bit difficult to walk on. He didn't know if he had enough strength... but he still wanted to give it a try.
He wanted to try it once.
"...I." Luo Chi asked, "Am I enough?"
Ming Weiting held his neck and looked into his eyes.
The two of them were close to each other, and their coats blocked most of the moonlight, but Ming Weiting's eyes still contained an exceptionally bright and gentle smile.
Luo Chi lowered his head and let out a long breath.
"Mr. Shadow."
He lowered his head, not even realizing how bright his eyes were, or how determined he was.
"I want to go home with you." Luo Chi said, "I want to be your captain."
…
Perhaps because of the high tension caused by this sentence, Luo Chi's heart beat faster and his breathing became rapid.
In the fleeting darkness, he suddenly realized what the "pier somewhere" he saw in his dream was.
The fog cleared and he stood on the pier.
The dark and cold river water flows slowly, heading to a place where it will no longer be disturbed and will no longer have any feelings.
He seemed to stand there for a long time, so long that he almost followed.
Luo Chi turned around, ran against the river, and rushed out to where there was no road.
Ming Weiting held his hand tightly.
He was pulled onto Mr. Shadow's boat.
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