Luo Chi slept differently that night than usual.
Being in a dream is not like being awake. You don’t have as much energy to control the thoughts in your mind. Like a dark shallow beach before daybreak, it is full of dangers and you can’t tell whether there are turbulence or reefs under the water.
He had grown accustomed to venturing into these dreams until the night was over and morning would bring peace.
But this time, Luo Chi held something in his hand.
I don't know what it is, I just know that it feels soft and there is a constant force coming from above.
He followed slowly, and the road ahead became interesting, with the shadow of the lamp hugging him on the water, and schools of fish gently bumping against his legs underwater.
Luo Chi suddenly wanted to catch up and see clearly. He tried to run, and the current pushed him forward. No problem, his direction was very clear, and it was going smoothly. He quickened his speed, aimed at the shadow in front of him, jumped up and pounced...
Luo Chi woke up from his dream.
He opened his eyes, was stunned for two seconds, and then his eyes gradually widened.
Luo Chi has always believed that he must sleep very well at night - after all, his physical condition is there, even if he is rolled up in the quilt, he can only be pushed around in bed obediently.
Luo Chi thought it was a dream, quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep again, and then opened his eyes slowly after two seconds.
Luo was so hot that he couldn't move. He held his breath and raised his eyes more carefully, little by little, towards Mr. Shadow, whom he was holding like a guitar.
Ming Weiting looked like he had been awake for a long time.
He was reading some paper documents when Luo Chi suddenly jumped on him in his sleep and hugged him tightly with his shoulders. He looked surprised, but then a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.
Ming Weiting put down the information in his hand, turned around, and slowly said: "Three years old——"
Luo Chi wanted to slide back into the quilt immediately, but Mr. Shadow's hands were already around his back, and it seemed very easy to make him into a quilt roll.
Mr. Ming's judgment criteria were much more lenient this time, and he denied himself: "I can hug him when he grows up."
Ming Weiting stroked his hair and said, "You can hug me even when I'm 23 years old."
Luo Chi breathed a sigh of relief. He was still very concerned about yesterday's negotiation, so he nodded without hesitation: "Ninety-three years old is fine."
He slept all night and didn't realize that he had several headaches in the early morning. As she tossed back and forth, she unconsciously pressed hard against the pillow, causing her hair to curl up a little. Combined with her current movements, she didn't look her age at all.
Ming Weiting was trying to straighten out the sticky short hair, and his movements seemed to pause when he said this. Then he used his other hand to carefully carry Luo Chi out of the bed and quilt.
Ming Weiting helped him to lean against the bed and touched his forehead: "Ninety-three years old."
The force behind him was gentle, and the momentum was slow enough that the dizziness only lasted for a moment. Luo Chi came to his senses and blinked gently.
Ming Weiting looked into his eyes: "Okay?"
Luo Chi also looked at him, his ears red: "Okay."
Ming Weiting suddenly laughed. The strength in his hands suddenly increased, and he ruffled Luo Chi's hair with rare force. Luo Chi was no longer dizzy at this moment. He was rubbed back and forth by him and couldn't stop laughing: "Okay, okay..."
On his twentieth birthday, Luo Chi actually only did one thing.
He copied a perpetual calendar in his room from dawn to dusk, until his hands were sore, before he finally finished copying every day for the next sixty years. Then use the paintbrush to paint over each day that passes, and this will keep you motivated.
Luo Chi wondered worriedly, why are there so many days?
I had no strength when I woke up. Luo Chi laughed so hard that he couldn't sit still. Mr. Shadow held him in his arms, and he closed his eyes and rested for a while, then quietly pressed his hand on his chest.
...Aunt.
In his original conception, there was an unreachable destination, and he had to work very hard and keep wading through it no matter how tired he was.
If he is lucky enough and is not swallowed up by the turbulent currents hidden under the dangerous shoals and reefs, he can slowly walk towards that day and then finally fall into the water with relaxation and never stand up again.
At some point, the destination he had placed there suddenly disappeared.
He didn't even want to look for the perpetual calendar that he had copied with great difficulty. His brush didn't stop at all and continued to paint in one go, even until it went beyond the edge of the paper.
There were so many things he wanted to do, and with so few days, it didn't seem like enough.
Luo Chi pressed his chest and whispered to Aunt Ren in his mind, very quietly.
Aunt.
We lived together until we were ninety-three years old.
…
The weather finally cleared up that day.
Several days of continuous rain washed the sky thoroughly, turning it into a pure blue, like a whole piece of paint that had never been used and had no edges in sight.
The sea water in this kind of weather will turn into a pure green color, and when the waves rise they are almost completely transparent, with white waves appearing in photos.
The lucky fans finally caught the rare opportunity and waited until the hottest time of the day at noon passed before setting up parasols in the shaded corner covered by the rocks.
This beach is the private beach of Wanghai Villa. No one would dare to approach it without the owner's special invitation - but it does not mean that there are no other creatures at all. For example, there are scallops and conchs left behind by the sea water during high tide, and there are also lost crabs that are no bigger than your finger and have their claws and fangs bared that can be seen when you lift up the rocks.
Luo Chi was finally able to come out of the room to get some fresh air. He was ambitious to help, but when he came out he found that he was completely unable to help.
The beach here is very clean, with fine sand and almost no stones. As soon as the rain stopped these days, the sun shone again as if in revenge, shining even more strongly for most of the day, making it even warmer and softer.
Luo Chi couldn't even stand on the soft sand, so he had to obediently take the popsicle that Uncle Lu stuffed into his mouth. Mr. Shadow carried him under the reef, and lifted up the stones around him to fight with crabs.
When Ming Weiting came over, Luo Chi had just defeated a small crab with the small wooden stick he got from Uncle Lu, and chased the crab into the waterway that could lead him back to the sea.
When he noticed the familiar shadow cast beside him, Luo Chi immediately put down the small wooden stick and looked up quickly.
Because he was going to the beach, Mr. Shadow didn't wear a shirt today and changed into loose casual clothes, looking softer and more relaxed than usual.
But if you think about it carefully, Luo Chi doesn't usually think he is strict at all.
Luo Chi is actually not afraid of strict people. As long as they are not the kind of people who are moody, harsh and completely unreasonable, the stricter the person, the more rules they have, and he likes to get along with such people.
The grandfather who founded the company and lived abroad was strict, and Aunt Ren was also strict when dealing with outsiders. Luo Chi first met Aunt Ren when he was five years old, right on this beach. The Ren family held a beach party. Several boys were jumping up and down and chasing each other, playing war games. When they got crazy, they rolled into a ball, causing a lot of trouble for the guests.
...Later, all the boys were taken away by Aunt Ren to stand in the corner as punishment. After a very harsh scolding, they all behaved themselves immediately.
Luo Chi was building sand castles with his sister at the time and happened to be nearby. He witnessed Aunt Ren's aura with his own eyes and was fascinated by it, thinking it was extremely cool.
He occasionally chatted quietly with Uncle Lu, and actually got a glimpse of Mr. Ming's fierce style outside, and was ready to paint a picture.
He actually wanted to draw many pictures of Mr. Shadow, wanting to draw Mr. Shadow at every time, in every outfit, and in every state.
Ming Weiting squatted down and touched his forehead: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Luo Chi smiled and shook his head: "Super comfortable."
The sea breeze will hardly allow the lingering heat to exist, and any place where the sun cannot reach will be cool.
Before the shadow of the reef slowly turned around, this beach had been chased by the sun and the moisture had evaporated long ago, so it was not cold and damp.
Ming Weiting looked at his good complexion and felt relieved. He did not remove his hand immediately, but took Luo Chi's hair and pushed it upwards: "It's a little long."
Luo Chi actually thinks so too. He has been keeping the simplest short hair in recent years, and he is never used to the current length. The back of his neck and eyelashes are often pricked by the hair ends, which makes him feel a little itchy.
But he's going to have surgery soon, so he'll have to shave it all off anyway. There are only a few days left, so there is no need to take special care of it.
Luo Chi placed his forehead against Ming Weiting's palm and placed all his hopes on the future: "Don't have this hairstyle in the future."
Ming Weiting was slightly surprised by his actions, then he smiled softly, and simply sat with him on the beach so that Luo Chi could rest his hand comfortably.
"What hairstyle do you want?" the lucky fan asked seriously, "I'll take notes."
Luo Chi was already comfortable, and she felt even more comfortable against his hand. She relaxed and said casually, "Dye it golden brown, and then braid it all the way to here."
He gestured on his chest and continued to daydream: "Colorful wooden beads as decorations, a red headscarf, and then..."
Ming Weiting asked: "Going to the Caribbean to sail?"
Luo Chi was a little surprised, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked up: "Mr. Shadow, are you watching a movie too?"
"I just started watching it a few days ago." Ming Weiting helped him push aside his hair, revealing his forehead. "You said on the show that your favorite movie is Pirates of the Caribbean."
Mr. Ming is well-informed. After a moment's hesitation, he corrected the situation: "It is somewhat embellished. Real pirates are quite different."
Luo Chi was surprised for a moment, couldn't help laughing, and nodded: "I haven't seen this movie."
Ming Weiting was slightly stunned. He stood up and walked under the reef, found a suitable position, and let Luo Chi lean on him.
It was not easy to gain foothold on the beach, and Luo Chi was originally left on a beach chair to rest, but he was looking for small crabs under the rocks and unknowingly moved far away.
Luo Chi supported his body with his left hand, his back and waist were already a little stiff. When Mr. Shadow put his arm around my shoulders, the strength in my body completely relaxed and I breathed a sigh of relief in comfort.
"For that question, I originally wanted to answer "The Legend of 1900"."
Luo Chi thought about it carefully for a while and found that memory: "But the next interactive arrangement of the show is to dress someone up as the captain of the Pirates of the Caribbean, so we just followed the script."
Luo Chi thought the outfit was cool at the time, but when he heard that it was actually beautified, he couldn't help but feel regretful: "Is the captain really different?"
The lucky fan paused for a moment, then calmly changed the subject: "It can be the same."
Luo Chi opened his eyes slightly. He was originally distracted by the conversation and thinking about drawing for Mr. Shadow. Now he couldn't stop his imagination from running wild. He made himself laugh so hard that he couldn't stop: "No, no, no..."
Ming Weiting didn't know what he was thinking, but seeing Luo Chi so happy, his expression softened and he touched his hair: "If you are interested, you can go to the Caribbean in the future."
It's not as dangerous as described in the movies. On the contrary, the sea is very suitable for diving and surfing. When the weather is good, the water will be exceptionally clear and blue.
There are many sunken ships sleeping underwater, and schools of fish will lead divers into deep-sea caves. There are magnificent natural stalactites inside. Only when you actually enter those mysterious caves will you know how spectacular and shocking the scene is.
Ming Weiting told him slowly. Luo Chi was just thinking about whether he should take the time to watch "Pirates of the Caribbean" again, but he was instantly attracted by what Mr. Shadow described and became more and more fascinated as he listened: "Is diving easy to learn?"
"It's not easy, but it's not difficult either." Ming Weiting thought for a moment and described it objectively, "It depends on whether you can overcome your fear."
Many people have an innate fear of the deep sea. The deep, mysterious, and seemingly endless feeling of sinking and falling is so deep that even imagining it can make one feel suffocated.
Ming Weiting paused for a moment and added: "When I was a child, I was also afraid of the deep sea."
Luo Chi was just trying to figure out how serious his fear was and how much time and practice it would take to overcome it. Hearing this, he turned around in surprise and asked, "Really?"
Ming Weiting nodded: "The first time I went diving, I saw a shipwreck under the water. That shipwreck looked a lot like the one I live on."
Luo Chi turned around on the beach and listened to him seriously with a focused look.
Ming Weiting was looked at seriously by him, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "It doesn't matter."
He paused to recall for a moment, then continued, "But I was too young at the time, and I had nightmares for several nights, thinking that I was sleeping in that sunken ship."
This old event happened so long ago that Ming Weiting himself couldn't remember it clearly. I went to ask Uncle Lu specifically, preparing to use it to answer questions like "Tell me something about Mr. Shadow's past" when I play Truth or Dare with Luo Chi next time.
Now he told it as a story to entertain Luo Chi. When night comes, he will go and disturb Uncle Lu's rest and ask a new question.
Ming Weiting suddenly stopped talking, raised his hand, and tapped Luo Chi's forehead: "Thank you, Uncle Lu."
"Thank you, Uncle Lu." Luo Chi repeated without thinking, and then remembered to ask, "Why?"
Luo Chi immediately started to think, connected the context reasonably, and continued the next plot: "Did you have a nightmare, so you went to sleep with Uncle Lu?"
Ming Weiting didn't have this habit and shook his head: "I have been sleeping alone since I was three years old."
He recited and repeated Luo Chi's original words, and Luo Chi paused.
Thinking of how confident I was at that time, and then thinking of what happened when I woke up this morning, Luo Chi couldn't explain it at all. The heat quickly seeped into his collar from behind his ears: "Really!"
"Me too." A smile appeared in Ming Weiting's eyes. He offered one of his hands, letting Luo Chi try to bury it in the sand as revenge, and continued, "I later changed boats."
"After I changed boats, I no longer had nightmares, but my fear of the deep sea remained," Ming Weiting said. "Later, my father asked someone to take me to deal with the sunken boat."
Luo Chi had half buried his hand in the sand, but when he heard this, his chest moved slightly for some reason and he raised his eyes.
"Shipwreck." Luo Chi thought for a while before asking, "How to deal with it?"
“Salvage, dismantle, and recycle the valuable parts. If there are precious treasures, they will be properly stored after restoration.
Ming Weiting said: "The remaining waste will be sent to the smelting furnace for complete destruction."
They seemed to be talking about a shipwreck, but for some reason, Luo Chi seemed to be slowly thinking of something else.
Luo Chi looked at Mr. Shadow's hand. The hand was half buried in the fine sand, but there was still a vague outline, but that outline had begun to become unclear.
Ming Weiting thought he was tired, so he took over the follow-up work. He just picked up some fine sand with his other hand and wanted to bury it, but was stopped by Luo Chi: "When dismantling it."
Luo Chi paused and sorted out his thoughts: "When disassembling, what should I do if there are structures that I don't want to damage?"
"The hull structure?" Ming Weiting hesitated for a moment, "There is no way. The damage during the dismantling process is inevitable."
Luo Chi asked: "Why don't you want to break it?"
Ming Weiting was slightly startled and raised his eyes to look at Luo Chi.
He actually hadn't thought about this question - in fact, before telling this story to Luo Chi, he hadn't thought carefully about why Uncle Lu specifically chose this story for him.
Luo Chi carefully brushed off the sand covering the back of his hand, then picked up the small wooden stick and traced the outline along the edge of his palm.
The beach was warm and dry under the sun, and the fine sand soon slid down again. The outline drawn in front quickly faded and blurred, and in just a moment, it disappeared without any trace.
"Flame." Ming Weiting said softly, "I'm sorry."
"Not a good story. I should have chosen my topics more carefully."
Ming Weiting held his right hand holding the stick and said, "Let's go play in the sea for a while. The water is shallow and I won't let you slip."
Luo Chi's right hand had no strength, and it fell to the side when he was holding it, landing on the beach.
Ming Weiting frowned, he looked up and wanted to speak, but was suddenly startled.
Luo Chi looked at him, still with his eyes crooked. He was already very familiar with those eyes, so he could easily discern the emotions that rarely appeared in them. He didn't want to make Luo Chi sad at all - before he could come to his senses, the light in his eyes suddenly changed.
"It might be a little more troublesome than the worst situation I expected."
Luo Chi put his left hand on Ming Weiting's hand.
He supported himself like this, looking up at Mr. Shadow from below: "How much will I forget?"
Ming Weiting looked at those eyes and didn't speak immediately.
…
He was sure that he didn't say anything, but Luo Chi just waited quietly for a few seconds, then sighed in distress and rubbed his temples: "Why so many."
Ming Weiting was not planning to really tell him about this matter, so naturally he didn't know what to say at this time.
For the first time, he couldn't help frowning because of his silence. He didn't want Luo Chi to think about it anymore, so he put his hands around his neck and whispered, "Huo Miao—"
Luo Chi followed his force and lowered his head to his shoulder.
Ming Weiting stopped talking, tried to rub his hair slowly, and let him lean on him motionlessly.
He noticed that the fabric on his shoulders was beginning to be soaked by the cold moisture, and realized that Luo Chi must be starting to have a headache and cold sweats again. He checked the time and suddenly realized that their conversation had lasted much longer than expected.
"Huo Miao." Ming Weiting whispered, "You should take painkillers. Let's go find Uncle Lu first."
He was worried that Luo Chi's attack would be severe this time, so he raised his head while supporting the person leaning on his shoulder, but was suddenly startled.
Luo Chi's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but his eyes were calmer and brighter than his. He even bowed slightly to him: "Thank you, Uncle Lu."
"Thank you, Uncle Lu." Ming Weiting repeated, "Why?"
This time, Luo Chi couldn't help but purse his lips. He coughed twice, took out the painkillers he had asked Uncle Lu for earlier from his coat pocket, pressed out a few pills and swallowed them.
Ming Weiting helped him lean against the reef, walked quickly to the beach chair, and fetched the water: "Fire."
Luo Chi closed his eyes slightly and was leaning against the reef to adjust his breathing.
Ming Weiting hugged him, opened the water cup, and touched it to his lips.
Luo Chi woke up when he tapped him on the shoulder. She smiled at him first, then let him hold her neck and swallow a few mouthfuls of water that was fed to her.
These headaches occur many times a day. Once, when Xun Zhen was examining Luo Chi, he had an attack. Dean Xun, who specialized in psychology and had never done clinical work, was even more panicked than the patient Luo Chi. Even under Luo Chi's guidance, he helped him swallow the painkillers.
"It's okay." Luo Chi recovered in his arms, opened his eyes, and smiled at him, "Mr. Shadow."
Luo Chi whispered, "You have to hurry up and coax me into writing an IOU."
"Not good." Ming Weiting shook his head. "You won't remember anything by then. When you see me holding the IOU, you will inevitably think of me as a black-hearted creditor."
Luo Chi looked at him with eyes wide open.
Ming Weiting waited for a moment and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
"Mr. Shadow." Luo Chi said, "I remember everything now."
Luo Chi was in so much pain that he had no strength left, but he still tried his best to move his fingers and squeezed his hand solemnly: "You are also a black-hearted creditor."
No matter how heavy Ming Weiting's heart was, he couldn't help but laugh after being disturbed by him: "Is it so serious?"
Luo Chi is extremely vindictive: "It's so serious."
Ming Weiting also saw smile in Luo Chi's eyes.
He rinsed his hands with water, wiped the cold sweat from between his pale brows and eyelashes, then slightly adjusted his posture so that Luo Chi could lean his head and neck on his hands.
Ming Weiting leaned down, touched his cold forehead with his own, and said softly, "What should we do?"
Luo Chi grabbed his sleeve.
The hand grasped his sleeve, but not to call him, but to use the force to move up little by little and hug Ming Weiting back.
"I'll find a way." Luo Chi said.
This sentence didn't seem to just correspond to how to resolve the accusations of the black-hearted creditors - Luo Chi was whispering to him, promising another thing, promising that the sunken ship would definitely be destroyed by dismantling the hull.
Luo Chi closed his eyes and rested his forehead against his: "I'll find a way."
…
Although the situation was completely unrelated, Ming Weiting suddenly realized why Madam Ren repeatedly told Luo Chi not to take care of his brother that day.
Because no matter what happens, Luo Chi will always be the first to be firm, the first to be sober, and the first to think rationally about how to deal with it. Therefore, the weak will rely on him without any bottom line, and the selfish will slander him unscrupulously.
That family directed the most shameless malice at him simply because they found Luo Chi's appearance offensive.
Ming Weiting folded his arms, let him lean on his arms, and turned sideways to block the wind.
This type of headache comes without warning and there is no other way to relieve it except taking painkillers. You can only wait for the attack to pass, and finally rely on surgery to remove the lesion to completely cure it.
Luo Chi adjusted his breathing in his arms. After an unknown amount of time, his body finally relaxed and he raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face.
He didn't have enough strength, so Ming Weiting held up his arm and asked, "Do you have an idea?"
Luo Chi blinked slowly, looked at him, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
This kind of hesitation seems so obvious that it almost has "quick question" written on his face. The lucky fan was a little speechless, ruffled his hair, and asked: "What's the idea?"
"Secret." Luo Chi raised the corner of his mouth, "I'm preparing."
He said "is preparing" instead of "will prepare", which means he did have a premonition before.
Ming Weiting thought of Xun Zhen's words and was worried that his movements would be too big and cause him pain again, so he just gently rubbed Luo Chi's ear and asked, "Is it that serious?"
Of course Luo Chi agreed. He responded confidently and continued, "There is something that requires Mr. Yingzi's cooperation. I can't do it alone."
Ming Weiting nodded immediately: "Okay."
This time it was Luo Chi's turn to hold back his laughter: "Don't ask what it is?"
"Don't ask what it is." Ming Weiting waited for two seconds and asked, "What is it?"
Luo Chi laughed so hard that he almost had a headache. He finally took a deep breath to suppress his smile. He held Mr. Shadow's hand and pressed his forehead against the soft and warm fabric of his casual clothes.
"I just finished the surgery, so I definitely don't remember what happened." Luo Chi reasoned, "If you don't consider this period of time, my biggest dream should be to travel around the world with a guitar and a drawing board."
If he really didn't remember anything at that time, Mr. Shadow would definitely not be able to stop him.
"I know." Ming Weiting said, "I can go chase stars."
"What if I stay on shore?"
Luo Chi explained to him: "I should have walked. I walked and stopped, walked a long way and then reached the beach. It might take more than ten years."
Ming Weiting thought for a long time and came up with a solution: "I will be a black-hearted creditor and come to you with the IOU to collect the debt."
Luo Chi couldn't help laughing, coughed twice, and continued: "This is also a solution, but it only treats the symptoms and not the root cause."
"I'm going to wander because I'll forget I have a home."
Luo Chi said: "We have to find evidence that will allow me to immediately determine where my home is even based on logical reasoning."
Ming Weiting actually thought about videos and witnesses, but these were undoubtedly too cold. He didn't think it was a good idea to let Luo Chi, who had no impression of them at all, watch them.
But Luo Chi always has good ideas, and that ball of fire seems to be able to do everything.
Ming Weiting held his hand and asked in a low voice: "What evidence?"
"During the operation, do I need to sign in person?" Luo Chi's voice was also low, leaning against him and muttering, "I have already returned that identity to their family, and it is not appropriate to use this name anymore. I actually want to follow Aunt Ren, but there are people who don't like this surname..."
Ming Weiting gradually guessed what he meant.
He looked into Luo Chi's eyes, as if burned by something in them, and slowly held Luo Chi's hand.
Luo Chi finished his speech and slowly exhaled.
"Mr. Ming." Luo Chi smiled at him, "Can you lend me your last name?"
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