If this were a dream, this day would have to be the best part of it.
Although the rain seemed to be falling non-stop, there was always wind to blow away the clouds, allowing the sunlight to seep in patches.
Although there was only a little cold wind, Luo Chi was still carried back to the room by Mr. Shadow and given hot water in time. The two sides reached a consensus through negotiations that Luo Chi is now over four and a half years old and can wash himself, but he has to sleep with Mr. Shadow at night.
Although I played guitar for too long yesterday, I don’t have the strength to lift my right hand today. But the sunset reflected on the sea in the evening is so beautiful that I feel full of inspiration no matter how I look at it. It is a good time to start paying off my debts.
Although Mr. Shadow said that many people still like him...
Luo Chi promptly and strictly controlled his own thinking, without asking any further questions and believing everything without even thinking about it.
He took a hot bath and used his left hand to paint a small piece of painting that he was not satisfied with at all, but which Mr. Shadow insisted was beautiful. He fell into an exceptionally warm and comfortable sleepiness and lay by the window with Mr. Shadow, watching the rain under the lamp.
The cold air was tightly blocked by the windows, and the rain formed golden water lines under the lights.
…
Luo Chi hasn't touched any electronic products for a long time, and he always wants to play with them for a while before going to bed. Ming Weiting lent him the computer and went downstairs to meet Xun Zhen who came back with Ming Lu, and confirmed the time for Luo Chi's last two preoperative checkups.
When he returned to the room with today's medicine, Luo Chi was still leaning against the head of the bed, staring at the screen intently, typing on the keyboard with one hand.
Ming Weiting put down what he was holding and walked over: "What are you writing?"
The carpet in the room was very thick, and Luo Chi's hearing was not good enough to detect his footsteps. He only looked up when Ming Weiting spoke.
As soon as he saw Mr. Shadow, his mood improved and his eyes curved immediately: "Write a letter."
Ming Weiting was somewhat surprised by the answer. He walked to the bed and gave him the peach-flavored candy he had promised him.
He knew that Luo Chi had the habit of taking notes.
Most of the things that happened these days were happy things, so Luo Chi was unlikely to forget them - and it didn't matter even if he forgot. If Luo Chi forgot, he could just take Luo Chi to do it again.
But even so, Luo Chi would still review it quietly before going to bed, and only then would he close his eyes and sleep peacefully.
Ming Weiting originally thought that he was writing in his diary. He took the computer that Luo Chi handed over, closed it, and placed it beside the bed: "Whose letter is it? Do you need help to post it?"
Luo Chi smiled and shook his head, then hid the candy under his pillow.
The letter does not need to be sent, which means the recipient is not an outsider. Ming Weiting guessed that he was writing to Aunt Ren, so he stopped asking and sat down beside the bed: "Fire."
Luo Chi realized that he had something to say to him, blinked, and propped himself up to turn back.
Ming Weiting reached out his hand to lend him support, and after Luo Chi slowly sat down, he added a soft pillow behind him.
…
He has been with Luo Chi all these days, which is enough for him to summarize the rules.
Luo Chi is in the best condition when he wakes up in the morning. Although he inevitably had to endure a few irregular headaches, he was still quite energetic, willing to communicate with him, and his thinking was clear enough.
Luo Chi's body is too weak and he gets tired very easily, so he can't hold on for too long. Therefore, it is necessary to provide a buffer in the middle to let him rest alone for a while - Luo Chi will be refreshed after a good rest, but it will always be quieter than in the morning. Usually, he can find something to do and do it for the whole afternoon.
By night, Luo Chi's physical strength and energy were almost completely exhausted. He was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes. He didn't like to talk anymore and just liked to laugh.
"Uncle Lu has taken care of what we talked about this morning, so you can rest assured."
Ming Weiting slowed down his speech: "I will not involve innocent people again."
He did not specifically explain what happened this morning. Luo Chi's eyes indeed showed some confusion, but then he thought carefully and recalled it. After a moment, his expression gradually turned to understanding.
Luo Chi turned around, fumbled under the pillow with his left hand for a while, took out the candy he had just hidden, held it in his palm and waited.
Ming Weiting had already cooperated with him very skillfully, and reached out to take it: "Thank you, Uncle Lu?"
Luo Chi seemed to be prepared. When he saw Ming Weiting stretching out his hand, he gently patted his wrist with his left hand, and then he produced a second candy from somewhere and put them into Ming Weiting's hand.
This was almost like a little magic trick. It was obvious that he had dug up some memory. Judging from the technique, he probably learned it from Aunt Ren. He was saving up the candies he had hidden before to scare Mr. Shadow.
Mr. Shadow was of course very supportive. He checked the two identical candies for a long time and raised his hand to touch his ear: "How come you are so amazing."
The area where Luo Chi's ears were touched by him turned red. Although he didn't like to talk at the moment, his expression after being praised was almost the same as during the day. He pursed his lips and spoke in a very soft voice: "Thank you Uncle Lu... and Mr. Shadow."
Ming Weiting also wanted to talk to him about this matter, so he put the candy in his pocket and kept it safe: "Flame."
He spent the whole day thinking about how to explain this to Luo Chi, but he himself didn't know the reason, so he had to try to tell Luo Chi the truth: "I will be happier if you don't thank me."
"I'm glad to receive the candy." Ming Weiting raised his hand and touched Luo Chi's hair. "I'd be happier if you only thanked Uncle Lu and not me."
Luo Chi obviously didn't understand the difference at all and was a little surprised: "Why?"
Ming Weiting was worried that he would ask this, so he shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Ming Weiting himself actually hadn't noticed this at all until Luo Chi suddenly hugged him and thanked him this morning.
He just compared the scene in his mind - Luo Chi thanking him and Uncle Lu by himself, or he hugged Luo Chi and thanked Uncle Lu together with Luo Chi. Obviously, the latter met his expectations.
But this is not a reason at all. Ming Weiting was ready to think it over before talking to him. He smiled and ruffled Luo Chi's hair again: "But those two sentences this morning were very good."
Ming Weiting wanted to answer him at that time. He thought about how when he looked at Luo Chi at that time, and saw that his eyes were so bright and happy, he couldn't help but feel happy too. In fact, he must have wanted to do something else.
However, these ideas are not specific enough, and the answers cannot be obtained through simple logical analysis. Maybe he should really take some time to think about this issue carefully.
…
But there is at least one more important thing going on right now.
Ming Weiting met Luo Chi's gaze and thanked him earnestly: "I'm honored."
Ming Weiting said softly: "Thank you Huo Miao for making me like him."
Luo Chi's ears suddenly turned red, and he slowly slid down, sliding into the quilt little by little.
The first time is new, the second time is familiar. Ming Weiting was prepared this time. When he had almost slid his entire body in with only his head sticking out, he suddenly held him firmly through the quilt and lifted him up with one hand, wrapping him up like a quilt roll.
Luo Chi's eyes widened. He couldn't help laughing when he was touched on the itchy spot through the quilt. He supported his body with his left hand and tried to escape with the quilt rolled up.
Ming Weiting always knew his limits when playing with him. Luo Chi almost rolled to the other side of the bed several times, but he failed just at the last moment and fell back onto the bed after being poked on the shoulder.
Luo Chi was so tired from laughing that he had used up his last bit of strength. He had no choice but to stop hiding and fell on the bed, panting.
Ming Weiting supported his shoulder with one hand, looked down at him, and spoke slowly, as if he wanted to repeat it again: "Thank you--"
Luo Chi quickly answered this time: "No thanks, no thanks."
His face looked ruddy due to his exhaustion, and he lay obediently in the quilt. His answers and postures were extremely standard.
Ming Weiting also had a smile in his eyes and helped him tidy up the pillow.
Luo Chi was wrapped in the quilt, with half of his face buried in the pillow, still feeling hot. He thought of what Mr. Shadow had just said.
…
How can there be such a strange reason to say thank you as "thank you for liking someone"?
He was in high spirits for a while, but his heart started beating for some reason because of this sentence. He said in a low voice, "Who is it? Why are you thanking me for something like this?"
Ming Weiting also learned from him and showed him the candy he had just received: "Who is it? You're thanking me for something like this."
Luo Chi was suddenly caught off guard and didn't know how to refute, so he shrank back into the quilt in a hot state.
Oh no.
During this time, Mr. Shadow's voice probably kept ringing in my head.
"Thank you, Huo Miao, for making me like him."
"Thank you, Huo Miao, for making me like him."
Ming Weiting bent his index finger and tapped him lightly between the eyebrows: "Do you like it?"
Luo Chizheng didn't know why he felt guilty and happy at the same time, so he nodded without hesitation: "Here, here."
Ming Weiting was satisfied then. He adjusted Luo Chi's pillow and reached out to help Luo Chi push aside his hair.
The redness from the incident had not completely faded away, so it looked like Luo Chi was completely well again, but he just didn't want to sleep in bed, so I played with him.
Ming Weiting untied the quilt for him a little, and when he felt the thin layer of sweat oozing out of Luo Chi's forehead, he carefully straightened his messy short hair and tucked it behind Luo Chi's ears.
Luo Chi felt comfortable and his tiredness gradually subsided. He moved slightly, rested his forehead against Ming Weiting's fingers, and looked at him quietly.
Ming Weiting touched his forehead which was gradually turning pale again and looked down at those eyes.
…
In fact, every night, Luo Chi seems reluctant to go to bed.
At this time, Luo Chi usually doesn't like to talk and will try every means to avoid speaking, but his eyes will always follow Mr. Shadow.
He would keep looking at Ming Weiting intently until his pupils became dim due to sleepiness, and his eyelashes could no longer hold back and blink again and again, and finally had to fall.
Luo Chi didn't say anything at this time, but his eyes would sometimes look thoughtful, sometimes revealing his tiredness and exhaustion, and sometimes he would suddenly wake up from his vague sleepiness and look around for his shadow.
Ming Weiting has also developed a habit of putting down what he is doing and staying by his bedside at this time.
He would also look into Luo Chi's eyes.
Ming Weiting waited until Luo Chi slowly closed his eyes, then put his hand on his left ear.
"Fire." Ming Weiting said, "Xun Zhen was here today."
His voice was so soft that it was not loud enough to reach Luo Chi's ears through his palm.
"During the next follow-up visit, he will also talk to you and explain the situation to you clearly."
Ming Weiting paused for a moment before continuing: "You may forget a lot of things."
"They discussed many options, but they all inevitably involve damaging part of the cortex and hippocampus, which would affect memory and spatial orientation."
"Spatial positioning doesn't matter. Technology is very advanced nowadays. Being a captain doesn't necessarily mean you have to be able to find the north..." Ming Weiting repeated Ming Lu's words and found them funny again. He shook his head slightly and said, "It has nothing to do with this."
"It doesn't matter if you can't find the direction." Ming Weiting said, "I'll come find you."
…
The news that Xun Zhen brought was actually no worse than before.
From the very beginning, the team of experts found by Xun Zhen judged that Luo Chi’s tumor was in a bad location. Although surgery was possible, it would definitely affect some brain tissue.
This conclusion was later confirmed many times.
The Xun family had been deeply involved in the medical industry for many years. Xun Zhen took Luo Chi's films and medical records and sought out all the domestic and foreign experts and teams he could find, and got the same result.
Whether it was then or now, if he could completely forget the past, it would not be a bad thing for Luo Chi - even now. Just because Luo Chi let go of the past doesn’t mean it won’t come back again.
“This is not a problem that can be solved by subjective consciousness.”
Xun Zhen carefully considered his words: "The human brain is not so reasonable. If you don't want to think about something, you can stop thinking about it... If that were the case," he said while tapping his forehead, "no one here would get sick."
Luo Chi has very few memories that can be called happy.
Before he was seven years old, everything around him was perhaps at least harmonious on the surface, but because of the birth of his younger sister, he began to learn how to be a brother early on.
Later, Madam Ren took him back. That memory was an absolute redemption for Luo Chi, but it lasted only three years in total - and in such a short three years, a bad seed got in, connecting too many memories with pain and hurt.
Luo Chi relied on himself to carve out and burn away his past one by one. His recovery speed has surprised Xun Zhen. The resolute enthusiasm that is almost like a sacrifice, Xun Zhen even suspects that Luo Chi himself has vaguely sensed something.
Luo Chi himself might have vaguely sensed something, so he never asked what was happening outside and didn't want anyone to worry about him.
"In fact, the fact that Luo Chi was able to wake up and recover to this extent is already completely unexpected good news."
"After the operation, he may even recover quickly and reintegrate into normal life," Xun Zhen said.
If it was Luo Chi's previous condition, with slow thinking, significantly weakened willpower, and even severely damaged cognitive functions, these would not heal overnight simply by losing memory.
At that time, he didn't know Luo Chi yet, but he already thought that was the best way - after Luo Chi forgot everything, he would be taken back to the sea by the Ming family and find the right person to guide and take care of him.
It is like teaching a blank slate to start over completely, allowing the rusted consciousness to function again and slowly become active. With luck, Luo Chi will eventually become a completely new person.
But Luo Chi is in very good condition now. Losing those memories is not a bad thing for him. On the contrary, it eliminates the last hidden danger.
If he could completely lose those memories, he would be completely free in the future. There is no need to block out all factors that may trigger traumatic memories, stay in an isolated sea-view villa, or stay on a cruise ship across the ocean forever.
Minglu was listening in on the side and couldn't help asking, "Is there any way to prevent him from forgetting about Madam Ren?"
"There is no way to guarantee it, but in theory it is possible." Xun Zhen has discussed this with the team. "Memory loss caused by brain trauma often has a more obvious time series effect."
Xun Zhen explained: "The earlier the memory, the longer it is from now, the more likely it is to be preserved."
The memory of Madam Ren stopped ten years ago, which was long enough - if they were lucky enough, Luo Chi would still remember Madam Ren.
"It would be great if that were the case." Minglu thought for a moment, "Remember Madam Ren and forget everything that happened afterwards."
Minglu had just been to Huaisheng Entertainment today. He believed that those young people would not mind making a stuttering self-introduction like they did three years ago as long as they could see Luo Chi again.
Minglu went to prepare Luo Chi's medicine for today and found that Xun Zhen still looked like he wanted to say something: "So what else is the problem?"
"...There is one." Xun Zhen clenched his palms.
He was not sure whether his guesses and worries were completely unnecessary, but he still looked at Ming Weiting cautiously.
Xun Zhen whispered, "Short-term memory."
“After damage to the hippocampus.”
Xun Zhen said: "It is almost impossible to retain short-term memory."
…
Ming Weiting told Luo Chi the entire situation before removing his hand that was covering his ears.
He has promised to come and talk to Luo Chi in person.
A few days later, when Xun Zhen and Luo Chi talked about the illness again, they would not mention this matter specifically.
This was not a choice. Luo Chi must undergo surgery, and now he is just predicting the possible consequences of the surgery so that he can make corresponding preparations in advance.
Among the many prognostic analyses that Xun Zhen has done, this is already a very good result.
After the operation, Luo Chi will become a completely free ball of fire.
Ming Weiting had known about this for a long time. He had already listened to the expert team's discussion in detail when Luo Chi had just been hospitalized, and had a clear understanding of all the circumstances.
Sometimes he would think that perhaps it was because he knew that Luo Chi would not remember what happened in the past few days that he contacted him in this way.
Totally rude and impolite... He just now rolled me into the quilt and pushed me around on the bed.
A smile gradually appeared in Ming Weiting's eyes. He reached out his hand and slowly touched Luo Chi's hair.
He suddenly remembered that Luo Chi said "mine" in a clear and loud voice on the terrace today. He remembered that Luo Chi suddenly pounced on him and hugged him tightly with his arms.
Perhaps he didn't want Luo Chi to thank him at that time because the sudden hug and "thank you" sounded too much like a hasty farewell.
"Lucky fan." Ming Weiting imitated Luo Chi and sighed very realistically, "Maybe there will be a third unlucky thing."
After he finished saying this, he found it funny again: "Whose fans are you?"
Ming Weiting touched Luo Chi's closed eyelashes with his knuckles: "After chasing stars for so long, you're still practicing your self-introduction."
He wanted to get up, but felt a slight tug. He lowered his head and found that Luo Chi's hand was holding his shirt.
Ming Weiting sat beside the bed.
This time he sat longer than usual.
"Good night." He changed to a more professional sentence structure and practiced again, "My name is Ming Weiting, I'm a fan of Huo Miao."
Ming Weiting paused for a moment, then he slowly held the hand and said softly, "Huo Miao said that I can like him."
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