Mr. Ming did not speak or move immediately.
Luo Chi waited for a while, raised his hand, and knocked twice on his chest like knocking on a door.
Ming Weiting held his hand and whispered: "Wait a moment"
Luo Chi was curious: "What are you waiting for?"
"I can't just pick you up and run away right now," Ming Weiting said, "You'll have a headache."
Luo Chi was extremely surprised: "Mr. Ming would also stand up and run away while holding someone?"
Ming Weiting responded and lowered his shoulders to block the wind coming from the shade of the reef.
Last night, Luo Chi fell asleep holding his shirt. But Luo Chi's right hand had no strength, and the shirt would slip out from between his fingers if he moved it slightly.
Ming Weiting sat on the edge of the bed and had a rare dream.
It was a very short dream. From the time he fell into the dream to the time he woke up, it seemed to be only a few minutes.
In his dream, he returned to the ship he had been on ten years ago and saw the bonfire on the shore.
What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Ming Weiting had indeed thought many times about what might have happened if he had gotten off the boat at that time.
Most of these thoughts will end in vain. He knew nothing about guitar and painting at that time, and was not good at describing everything he knew. If he had the audacity to knock on the door directly, Aunt Ren would most likely swat him out with a broom in her hand.
So in that dream, he got off the boat, picked up Luo Chi and ran away.
Mr. Ming certainly couldn't do such a thing. Fortunately, he was not Mr. Ming at that time, and it was just a dream.
Luo Chi has a very strong ability to adapt, so he should not be afraid if he is suddenly picked up and run away. Luo Chi in the dream was interested in what he said. He waved his hand and loudly asked for leave from Aunt Ren on the distant shore, and went out to sea with him for a week.
He taught Luo Chi how to dive and showed him the secret underwater places he had discovered. Stalactites formed over tens of millions of years stand in the deep caves, schools of fish swim around them, and comb jellies drift with the water, emitting soft violet light.
Luo Chi was held by his right hand, looking at the underwater world and the stars in the sky. Those scenes were depicted on the canvas, becoming even more magical and wonderful. Luo Chi sat on the side of the boat and played the guitar, with the wind and waves keeping him company.
…
This is an emotion that is difficult to describe clearly, and there is absolutely no need to describe it.
Ming Weiting sat for a long time after waking up. He looked at Luo Chi in his dream and just thought that he should indeed start learning and training this matter early.
He should have hugged Luo Chi and ran away.
Ming Weiting did not tighten his arms. He used as much strength as he did to tighten his arms as he did to control himself from disturbing Luo Chi, who had just had a headache. It was a long time before he lowered his head.
Ming Weiting lowered his head, held Luo Chi's neck and looked at him seriously.
Luo Chi rested his head on his arm, apparently not worried about his answer at all, and was almost falling asleep while waiting.
Ming Weiting said softly: "Okay."
Luo Chi slowly opened one eye and deliberately dragged out his voice: "What's good?"
Ming Weiting looked at Luo Chi's actions, and even a smile came out of his eyes. He lowered his head to touch his forehead and said, "I'll give you my last name."
Luo Chi just wanted to borrow it, and he didn't need to be so generous to decline it, but he was immediately pulled into Ming Weiting's arms, who controlled his strength and slowly stood up.
At this moment, Luo Chi realized that he should have thought about it just now.
Ming Weiting's movements had been slowed down to the minimum, but Luo Chi was now too relaxed physically and mentally, and could hardly bear the pain. The red-hot iron paste in his brain that had just calmed down was stirred up, and a few golden stars floated in front of his eyes.
If Mr. Shadow had really picked him up and ran away, he would probably have fainted on the spot in front of Mr. Shadow.
Luo Chi thought about that scene, feeling both amused and apologetic, and slowly pulled Ming Weiting's sleeve: "I'm sorry, I'll get better soon."
"How can I be sorry when I'm sick?" Ming Weiting let him lean on his shoulder, "You didn't want to get sick."
Luo Chi was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes to hide the heat that was welling up in his eyes for some reason.
He leaned back completely relaxed, quietly leaning on the shoulder in front of him, and exhaled long, very lightly and slowly.
Ming Weiting held him and walked to the beach chair, gently letting Luo Chi lie down comfortably.
There are no reefs to block the view here anymore, but as time goes by the light becomes gentler and parasols are put out again. Luo Chi had just gotten over a headache, and he would feel much better if he listened to the sound of the waves and basked in the sun peacefully.
Luo Chi was lying on a beach chair. The sunlight was a little dazzling. He instinctively tilted his head slightly and his eyes were covered by his hands.
Ming Weiting covered his eyes and arranged the air cushion on the beach chair for him with one hand: "Flame."
The two of them already had this tacit understanding. Luo Chi knew what he wanted to ask without waiting for the next word: "It was given to me by Aunt Ren. It's a nickname."
"'Chi' was also given by my aunt. Aunt Ren was abroad at the time. She was very happy when she heard that I was born. She specially discussed my name with them and sent me many gifts."
Luo Chi said slowly: "I only found out about my return after my aunt returned to China."
He never talked about these things, but today he suddenly took the initiative to talk about it. Ming Weiting knew what he was thinking and sat beside him listening attentively.
No matter how careful and detailed the surgical plan is, there is always the chance of accidents. Even the best team of experts cannot guarantee how much Luo Chi will remember after the operation.
If Luo Chi really doesn't remember anything, then Ming Weiting will remember it for him.
Luo Chi still remembered the matter of Aunt Ren very clearly, and he talked about whatever he thought of. He remembered that when he was just brought back from the hospital, he always liked to stay in his room and didn't go out. Later, he was pulled out by Aunt Ren, and he accompanied Aunt Ren to bask in the sun at about this position on the beach.
"Actually, it was my aunt who accompanied me to bask in the sun." Luo Chi recalled what happened at that time and smiled, "I fell asleep as soon as I lay down."
"When I woke up, my aunt was holding me. The moon was out and the sea was bright."
Luo Chi said softly: "I was wondering at that time, how could it be so good? It must be a dream."
Ming Weiting lowered his head. Luo Chi's eyelashes trembled slightly in his palm. Ming Weiting did not move his hand away, but used his other hand to slowly wipe away the overflowing water vapor.
He knew roughly the whole story of the incident, and it was far from as easy as Luo Chi said.
Mrs. Ren spent most of her early years abroad, so she is familiar with the heads of those multinational groups. When she returned to China, Luo Chi was already five years old. The two of them immediately hit it off, and Mrs. Ren invited Luo Chi to her home every day.
Later, Luo Chi disappeared, and Mrs. Ren tried every possible means to find him for three years. But this is like looking for a needle in a haystack. The chance of finding it is extremely small. It is a great luck that a lost child can come back.
But the family did not inform anyone that Luo Chi had been found, and they even just abandoned Luo Chi in the hospital.
Mrs. Ren was abroad and information was not flowing smoothly. By the time she returned and learned about this, Luo Chi had already been staying in the hospital alone for more than half a month.
After being taken home by Mrs. Ren to recuperate, Luo Chi was afraid to sleep in an unfamiliar place, fearing that he would lose control and hurt someone when he woke up. He survived several nights by taking naps under the bed, only to be discovered by Mrs. Ren who came to cover him with a quilt.
That night, Luo Chi accidentally hurt Aunt Ren.
He locked himself in the room all night. The next day, Mrs. Ren found medicine and a letter at the door.
When ten-year-old Luo Chi was dug out of his room by Aunt Ren, he was actually packing his luggage and preparing to leave quietly.
…
Having not slept well for so many days, Luo Chi could no longer stand when Aunt Ren pulled him to the beach, and he almost lost consciousness the moment he lay down.
The beach is not like a room. There is nothing cold and hard here, no enclosed space. There was no one around, only the sound of wind and waves. Luo Chi finally had his first good sleep in three years.
He slept for the whole day and when he woke up he was in Aunt Ren's arms.
The steady outer shell of his heavy heart weathered and peeled off without any warning, and Aunt Ren held Luo Chi's hand and taught him to say "it hurts".
Luo Chi repeated it over and over again, stumbling, and finally struggled to curl up, trembling and hiding in his aunt's arms, crying heart-wrenchingly until he could no longer utter a sound.
"…Then my aunt and I both caught a cold."
Luo Chi vented his anger thoroughly under Mr. Shadow's palm, sniffed in a cowardly manner, and coughed twice with the corners of his mouth pulled up.
He continued to recall the subsequent scenes: "We each had a pack of tissues and a bowl of isatis root. My aunt put me on her lap, clinked her bowls with mine and said, 'Let's go.'"
Ming Weiting nodded: "Uncle Lu and I have always wondered how it is possible that you didn't grow up to be a pirate despite Auntie's teaching methods."
Luo Chi laughed so hard that he almost fell off the beach chair.
Ming Weiting hugged him in time, and simply let Luo Chi lie on him without supporting the chair that had fallen over. "Both 'Chi' and 'Huo Miao' sound good."
It was my aunt who gave them the names, so Luo Chi looked up proudly: "That's right."
Ming Weiting stroked his hair, pondered for a moment, and chose the words: "Ming Squirrel."
Luo Chi looked at him with eyes wide open.
Neither of them took it seriously. Ming Weiting smiled even more and deliberately walked around in circles: "Ming Guitar, Ming Wandering, Ming Debt."
Luo Chi couldn't hold back his surprise and asked, coughing and laughing until his stomach hurt: "Ming is a black-hearted creditor."
He was making a righteous accusation, but he didn't expect that there was actually an IOU placed in front of him, and even a pen was handed to him.
Luo Chi looked at the IOU, rubbed his eyes in surprise, and looked up in disbelief.
Minglu came over at some point, put down a plate of cut fruit with a smile, put the IOU on the tray, and placed the pen in front of Luo Chi.
"I did prepare the IOU a long time ago." Ming Weiting ruffled his hair and put a piece of watermelon into his mouth, "I wanted to coax you to sign it."
Before Luo Chi could speak, he bit into the watermelon. The cool and sweet juice instantly moistened his dry throat, making him involuntarily take a breath of comfort.
…
But Luo Chi had not forgotten what he was going to say. He swallowed the watermelon with a gulp: "Thank you, Uncle Lu."
Ming Weiting probably did it on purpose. Before he finished the last word, he had already started to follow up: "Thank you, Uncle Lu."
Ming Lu vaguely knew what the two were competing for, and smiled and shook his head: "You're welcome, we'll be a family from now on."
He is nearly seventy years old, and although he is still vigorous and steady, the fact that he does not bend down as the head steward of the Ming family shows the kindness that is unique to an elder.
Minglu bent down and gently touched the top of Luo Chi's head: "I like flames, too."
Ming Weiting held Luo Chi in his arms, and he could almost feel a huge flame that was definitely more than five and a half years old burning his head. He was red and stiff, but suddenly he became so obedient that he wouldn't even let go of his hands and feet.
Minglu had been thanked more than a dozen times in the past two days and had sneezed no less than a dozen times. Before Luo Chi could react and say "thank you" and before his husband could repeat it, he packed up his things and left swiftly.
It took Luo Chi several minutes to finally come back to his senses. He found that Uncle Lu was gone. He rubbed his head hard in regret.
"It doesn't matter." Ming Weiting held his hand, "There will be many opportunities in the future."
Luo Chi was extremely annoyed and searched through all his pockets for candy, but when he changed his clothes when he went out today, there was not even a single candy in his pocket.
Ming Weiting conjured up a peach-flavored candy and placed it on the beach not far in front of him.
Luo Chi saw through it at a glance: "Is there a trap?"
"Yes." Mr. Ming admitted frankly, "I coaxed you into signing the IOU."
Luo Chi was already prepared to sign, so he took the pen immediately.
Not to mention this IOU - if it wasn't for the fact that it was so unreasonable for the debtor to bring this up, he would even want to coax Mr. Shadow into being less obedient and make him owe more debts during this period.
With such a good opportunity, the black-hearted creditor should have asked him to sign fifty IOUs first and let him pay them back slowly after the surgery.
The more Luo Chi thought about it, the more it made sense. He made up his mind to go back and find an opportunity. He bit off the pen cap and held the pen in his left hand.
After signing autographs for lucky fans last time, he has been practicing writing flames with his left hand. Considering the various styles of cursive signatures on the market today, if you don't know the details and just look at the characters, you can even appreciate a bit of ethereal artistic sense.
Luo Chi was full of confidence and was about to sign in one go, but his left hand holding the pen was grabbed by Ming Weiting.
Luo Chi blinked and looked up.
"Yes."
Ming Weiting slowly taught him: "Is this considered coaxing?"
"Is this considered coaxing?" Luo Chi repeated, and was surprised himself, "Is this not considered coaxing?"
In his opinion, this was clearly an attempt to coax him to the sky.
Yesterday, Luo Chi thought that yesterday was the happiest day of his life, but today he found out that it was completely careless. He was happier today than yesterday.
I don’t know where Mr. Shadow learned the secrets of chasing stars to become so powerful recently.
Ming Weiting still held his hand, looked at him quietly for a while, showed a helpless smile, raised his hand and tapped his forehead lightly: "You can't sign the flame."
"This is an IOU, it has legal force."
Ming Weiting said: "You have to write your real name by hand."
Luo Chi was careless and didn't practice his real name at all. He looked up in shock: "Oh no."
"It's terrible." Ming Weiting nodded, "What should I do?"
Luo Chi held the pen and lowered his head to look at the IOU.
Before he could react, his body was already caught by the falling shadow. Ming Weiting held his left hand and helped him put the pen tip on the paper.
…Such postures and scenes are actually quite strange.
A steady arm wrapped around him from behind, helping him sit more steadily while also supporting his hands.
The warmth seemed to seep in from everywhere.
The sky was not yet completely dark, the blue began to deepen, and the warm yellow lights were dotted around, reflected in the water.
Mr. Shadow held his hand, and his shadow overlapped his shadow.
…
"Flame." Ming Weiting asked softly, "When do you want to change your name?"
Luo Chi's ears turned red involuntarily. He calmed himself down and thought carefully: "Surgery... Surgery, once the surgery is over, everything will be new."
The first name was given by Aunt Ren, and the last name comes from Mr. Yingzi.
After the operation, he completely cut off all ties with the past and welcomed this name with a brand new self.
It turns out that myths can also be true.
Luo Chi thought, this is really possible, he cut off his bones and flesh and went to a new world.
A new world of complete freedom and infinite future to look forward to, a new world he had never seen before.
Ming Weiting nodded: "Okay."
He held Luo Chi's hand, leaned his shoulders down, and explained in Luo Chi's ear: "The IOU will also take effect at that time - relax and follow me."
Luo Chi realized that he was holding the pen too tightly, and quickly told himself not to be nervous. He took several deep breaths and let his entire shoulder and left hand relax little by little.
Ming Weiting took him to make the first stroke.
...Everything seemed to suddenly become quiet at this moment.
Or maybe Luo Chi couldn't hear the sound again.
This time it wasn't because of tinnitus, he just seemed to have forgotten to listen - because all his attention seemed to be completely focused on the pen in his hand.
They had been chatting outside for the entire afternoon. The sky was gradually getting darker and the words on the paper were becoming difficult to read.
But it doesn’t matter, there’s Mr. Shadow.
The way he holds the pen is actually not standard, but it doesn’t matter, because he has Mr. Shadow.
He had not been practicing calligraphy with his left hand for a long time, so he could still cover up the "flame" with his cursive writing, but when he wrote other words stroke by stroke, it was inevitable that they would look light... But it didn't matter, because he had Mr. Shadow.
His chest rose and fell slightly, and he was almost unaware of anything around him. He just stared at the pen in his hand with full concentration and bated his breath.
Ming Weiting held his hand and wrote down the name with him slowly and neatly, completing the last stroke.
He didn't know how long he had been looking at the name, so long that he suddenly felt pain in his eyes. Then he realized it was because of the light reflected by the water surface, so he subconsciously raised his head.
At that moment, the sun jumped into the water, and the dazzling red light like fire spread all over the sea. The fiery clouds hung down from the horizon, and the world seemed to be burning.
The light is so bright that the words on the paper are clearly visible.
Bright and hot.
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