Some people say they will wait until they have surgery to change their name, but they have already secretly practiced signing.
The rain was so strong that the weather remained very good for the next few days.
When the afternoon was not so hot, Ming Weiting would take Luo Chi to the beach to bask in the sun. Every time he came back from washing his paintbrushes, he would see the words "Ming Chi" written particularly neatly on the sand under the drawing board.
The words on the beach could not be retained and were quickly filled up by other sand before they could be seen clearly. Mr. Shadow also cooperated and pretended that he didn't see it at all. He squatted down and concentrated on placing the paintbrushes one by one next to the easel.
Luo Chi's ears were still burning. He carefully buried the evidence with sand, and after confirming that it could not be seen at all, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He reached out his hand and touched the clean brush. He was about to thank him subconsciously, but swallowed his words back: "Mr. Shadow."
Ming Weiting then turned his gaze back and smiled as he imitated him: "Mr. Huo Miao."
Luo Chi obviously liked being called that, and he sat up straighter with more energy. He slowly moved his right hand out from behind his back, motioning for him to stretch out his hand.
Ming Weiting stretched out his hand, and a conch the size of a knuckle appeared in his palm.
It is not a snail shell. The soft snail meat hidden inside has a pearl-like color and is shrinking sensitively. It will bubble quickly when touched.
"You can raise it." Luo Chi said, "It can grow up."
Ming Weiting nodded: "Okay."
Luo Chi had prepared what he was going to say, but before he could even start, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's good?"
"Take it back and help Huo Miao take care of it." Ming Weiting said, "When he recovers from the surgery, invite him to go out to sea with us. If he wants to see the conch, he has to exchange a song for it. I will return it to him when the little conch grows up."
Luo Chi just wanted to keep a memory before the operation, and didn't think so much. He opened his eyes wide and said, "It will take a long time to grow up."
Ming Weiting nodded: "Then let's go out to sea and play together for a long time."
He had accompanied Luo Chi in painting for a few days and was already very skilled in the auxiliary work. He found a few tubes of paint and replenished the colors that were almost used up in the palette: "Where do you want to go first?"
Luo Chi was stunned for a long while, then lowered his eyes and laughed: "Caribbean Sea."
"Okay." Ming Weiting nodded again, lowered his head and said to the little conch, "Come with us to the Caribbean Sea."
...Mr. Shadow must have gotten hold of this very powerful star-chasing secret book.
Luo Chire felt ashamed of himself, so he grabbed the paintbrush and put it in the palette, continuing to concentrate on painting.
In the field of painting, talent and sense of color are not enough; basic skills are equally important.
Luo Chi studied it for a period of time, and even though he became increasingly busy with company matters, he still used it as a way to relax and did not give up his current skills. But I became increasingly dissatisfied with my drawings, so I stopped showing them to anyone.
Luo Chi has never practiced writing with his left hand, but he can hold a paintbrush. He has been concentrating on painting a picture these days, forgetting to eat and sleep, and even brings his easel out when he goes out to bask in the sun.
The painting progressed quickly and the canvas was already covered with color, but unfortunately no one could understand it except himself. Minglu accompanied the teacher to study for a long time late at night, but still could only see some overlapping blocks of color.
Since no one could understand it anyway, Luo Chi didn't mind Mr. Shadow watching and showed the picture openly: "Does it look good?"
Ming Weiting had just asked Uncle Lu to raise the little conch in sea water. He was standing behind Luo Chi watching him paint on the canvas. When he heard Luo Chi's question, he walked closer.
He leaned down, put one hand on Luo Chi's back, and looked at the painting with Luo Chi: "It's beautiful."
This is definitely not fans trying to make their idol happy.
It is impossible to guess the content of the picture for now, but it does not affect the direct visual impact of those colors.
Colors themselves do not contain any emotions. The emotions they evoke come from humans' natural perception of them, which ones are passionate, which ones are painful, and which ones are more associated with silence and sadness.
The intersection of colors will give the picture an illusion of flow. Even the most rational person will be suddenly touched at a certain moment and come face to face with a world that he completely does not understand.
The main color of the canvas in front of Luo Chi is not warm. Minglu had asked people to collect his paintings. Since some time ago, Luo Chi was no longer able to use those passionate colors well. The pictures became quiet, as if covered by a layer of fog.
But the response to those paintings was actually very good. The founder who was far away abroad did not feel that the level of his painting had declined because of this. He was still waiting for new works, and the people around him also followed Luo Zhi's wishes in the inheritance arrangements and did not tell him the truth.
The painting before me is not warm, nor is it lively at all.
The overlapping and blending of colors creates an unusually soft and quiet atmosphere, like the calm surface of water under a clear sky after the most violent storm at sea.
Ming Weiting turned his head and looked at Luo Chi who was concentrating on adjusting the colors.
Luo Chi was very serious when doing this, with a kind of almost pure and quiet concentration that was very different from when he was playing the guitar. But if you really look carefully beyond the surface, you will find that the states at these two times are actually not different.
Compared to the things Luo Chi likes, Luo Chi actually doesn’t like talking that much - discovering this actually made Mr. Ming, who is not good at talking, feel a little comforted for no reason. But at the same time, it also gave rise to a rare sense of urgency. After all, out of the two people in the family, one has to be responsible for speaking.
But Luo Chi just doesn’t like to talk much, but he definitely doesn’t refuse to express himself.
You can tell what he is thinking by just listening to the music he plays and looking at the paintings he draws.
Luo Chi mixed blue in the small area in the upper left corner of the picture, applying it in different shades until the blue seemed to extend completely and merge with the sky outside the canvas.
Ming Weiting was attracted by it and even raised his hand to touch it, only then did he confirm that the piece of canvas did not suddenly dissolve and disappear strangely.
"It's not that difficult, it's just a matter of color matching skills."
Luo Chi explained this, still staring at him with bright eyes: "Is it powerful?"
Ming Weiting just looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "Great."
He found that the more he was with Luo Chi, the more he would suddenly smile in a completely relaxed manner. Ming Weiting raised his hand and touched his ear, and asked softly, "How can it be so amazing?"
Luo Chi's ears turned red from the praise. He took a deep breath to calm himself, and then he was ready to give him a better one. He went to the lower right corner to mix colors and paint a golden beach.
Ming Weiting helped him adjust the height of his cuffs, took the palette, and poured clean water according to Luo Chi's instructions.
Luo Chi has been recuperating these days, and mostly wears loose and comfortable home clothes. But these few days he suddenly wanted to wear a shirt, and took the initiative to pull Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu to take two photos.
Luo Chi poured some water and was spreading the paint little by little with a paintbrush. He lowered his eyelashes, and the tips of his eyelashes scooped up a little sunlight, which looked like the same golden color as the tip of his pen.
Ming Weiting had a shirt ordered according to his size. It fit him perfectly and was well-cut, so he didn't look too skinny.
Luo Chi opened the collar of his shirt slightly and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. He looked very healthy and it was almost impossible to tell that he was sick.
The sun these days didn't manage to tan him at all, except for the occasional strong sun that would cause his skin to turn red. Not long after returning to the room, it will return to its original cold white.
Luo Chi finally noticed his gaze, looked at his arm, immediately put down the paintbrush, and took the initiative to spread it out for Mr. Shadow to check: "I've applied medicine, and the doctor said I won't get sunburned this time."
Ming Weiting was not thinking about this, but he still decided to give a reward for this outstanding performance and took out a candy and put it in Luo Chi's palm.
Luo Chi confirmed that it was a peach, and his eyes immediately narrowed.
He didn't need any help to eat the candy. He held the candy steadily with one hand, bit the packaging skillfully and tore it apart, then he easily put the translucent pink candy inside into his mouth.
Ming Weiting took the wrapping paper and touched his hair: "Won't it be boring if you only eat one flavor?"
“No.” Luo Chi held the candy in his mouth, his voice a little unclear, “I’ll eat other flavors too. If I could choose, I still like peach the best.”
There are actually only a few flavors and things that he particularly likes. Most of his interests and hobbies were when he first debuted, and he just answered questions for the sake of answering questions, and he tried every possible way to come up with answers.
When Aunt Ren wrote to Director Gong before, she told the story and joked that it was extremely easy to keep a flame going.
All you have to do is put him in a sheltered room, give him enough food and water to fill his stomach - it doesn't really matter what it is, as long as it's edible, and then give him the guitar.
All that's left is a peach-flavored candy every day, a stack of white paper, and enough paint. When it’s almost time to go to bed at night, talk to him so that he can hold something and fall asleep.
As long as you do this, the small flame will grow into a big flame, and finally become a ball of extremely free fire, going wherever it wants.
…
Of course, Aunt Ren was reluctant to just keep the little flame like this, so during the three years that Luo Chi was in the Ren family, he was actually very busy every day.
Too busy. Not only would my aunt drag me out of the room to bask in the sun, but she would also drag me to study egg-free snacks and read psychology books together.
Luo Chi was often dragged out of the room accidentally. Sometimes I go to the amusement park to roll around in the ocean balls, sometimes I go to various banquets and salons, and more often I go to painting and art exhibitions that I really want to see, science exhibitions that I’m particularly curious about, and lawn music festivals that I look forward to so much that I can’t sleep.
During the past few days, Luo Chi has been telling Mr. Yingzi about these experiences in detail.
He told Ming Weiting about a lawn music festival. The morning dew washed the grass green, but the wet mist disappeared as the sun came out. No one asked who the other was or what had happened in the past, and the world seemed to be briefly reduced to only sunshine, wind, grass and music.
When the show was over, he and Aunt Ren were separated by the crowd. He had become a very calm and composed person at that time. No matter how nervous he was, he just hid the sweat in his palms and tried to jump onto the stage that had not been dismantled yet.
As expected, Aunt Ren saw him at a glance, ran over and hugged him tightly, her heart beating faster than his.
"You did a great job." Aunt Ren praised him vigorously, "If Huo Miao can't find you next time, go to a higher place."
"Go higher, keep going higher, until everyone can see you."
Later, on the hospital bed, Aunt Ren held him and gently touched his forehead with hers: "Aunt must be bragging to everyone that our Huo Miao is so great and so many people like it."
…
"Flame." Ming Weiting had been looking for the right opportunity. He watched Luo Chi concentrate on depicting the fine sand. He pondered for a long time before raising his hand and gently rubbing his hair.
Ming Weiting whispered: "There are many people who like you."
Luo Chi paused for a moment, but still slowly finished the last few strokes and raised his eyes from the canvas.
He successfully made the canvas in the lower right corner disappear into the sand. He put the paintbrush aside and looked up at Mr. Shadow, who had a serious expression on his face.
Ming Weiting knew that the last time he told him about this, Luo Chi just believed it without asking any questions, but did not take it seriously.
Luo Chi actively cooperated with the treatment and psychological counseling, and tried his best to sprint forward without stopping, not thinking about anything unnecessary and not giving himself any breathing time to get better.
Luo Chi knew that he didn't have much time.
Even Xun Zhen subconsciously ignored the part about risks during the preoperative briefing - there was no point in discussing this part for them.
Risks are inevitable, and all we can do is try our best. Now that everything that can be done has been done, the final part of the illusory "probability" can only be left to fate to decide.
Luo Chi's physical and mental state have been adjusted to the best. The most authoritative and experienced clinical physicians will be responsible for the surgery. The surgical plan has been discussed many times, and every location of the cut has been simulated...
But it was a craniotomy after all. Possible dangers and accidents were still lurking at every step, and no matter how thorough the preparation was, there was no way to completely eliminate them.
So Ming Weiting also knew what Luo Chi had been doing these days.
Luo Chi absolutely believed in Mr. Shadow and absolutely believed in each of them. Luo Chi was excited and made all the preparations for his new life after the operation.
But just like Luo Zhi who was sitting in the office recording his will, the most gentle and thoughtful nature made Luo Chi try to do another thing at the same time.
Luo Chi knew that his surgery was risky, and if an accident really happened, Luo Chi absolutely did not want to leave them with any regrets.
If an accident really happens, Luo Chi hopes that when Mr. Shadow thinks of him, he will remember the happiest and most joyful flame.
So even if Luo Chi didn't take what he said seriously, he would never ask him actively.
"Don't be so anxious." Ming Weiting held his neck and whispered, "I promise, if an accident really happens."
…
He said these words slowly and found that Luo Chi's reaction was even calmer than his.
Luo Chi placed his hand on his arm and looked at him quietly, more intently than ever before. Finally, a particularly gentle worry gradually revealed itself in his eyes.
Just like the painting Luo Chi is painting.
There are only colors but no shapes, and for the time being no one can guess what he is going to paint.
But just looking at those soft blending colors, it was as if he could hear the music that Luo Chi had played for him slowly while sitting on the terrace at night these days, holding the guitar.
"If something unexpected happens," Ming Weiting said, "I will never chase stars again, never go ashore again, nothing else will happen."
Luo Chi couldn't help but laugh: "We still have to get to the shore."
"There are a lot of fun things to do on the shore." Luo Chi held his arm and tried to seduce him, "There's the Grassland Music Festival."
Ming Weiting shook his head slightly: "No one plays the guitar better than you."
Although the context and atmosphere were not quite appropriate, Luo Chi couldn't help but feel a little proud and secretly happy: "That's not the case."
"There are many people who are better than me." Luo Chi thought that Mr. Shadow probably had not heard many other people play guitar, so he explained honestly and added, "But I am also good, and I have lucky fans."
Ming Weiting smiled and ruffled his hair: "You will have many fans."
He knew Luo Chi didn't want to talk about this - a few days ago, he would not have taken the initiative to talk to Luo Chi about what was happening outside.
But Luo Chi was braver than him. Luo Chi jumped onto his boat and held his hand tightly. Luo Chi would be his captain for all the time they would experience in the future.
There is always a boat waiting for you at any time, so it doesn't matter what happens.
"I've considered whether to tell you this now or wait until after the surgery."
Ming Weiting said: "It will be safer after the operation. But the one who needs the answer is you now."
Luo Chi was slightly startled by his words.
Ming Weiting bent his fingers and gently touched his eyelashes.
The current Luo Chi wants to meet more people and play with more people.
Luo Chi was surrounded by people at the bonfire party, Luo Chi was under the spotlight on the stage, Luo Chi tried so hard to stand higher, and waited so expectantly for Aunt Ren to say to others "Look how great our flames are".
Luo Chi, who was finally able to say out loud "Thank you Mr. Shadow for liking me", held him so tightly with trembling arms.
Of course they will go out to sea and see all the sights. But he still stubbornly held to his original view that the fire should not be confined to the ship or bounded by any boundaries.
This is the young master of the Ming family. If he likes to play with others, he should greet everyone without any burden. If he wants to go to the highest place, he can just jump up with his guitar.
Aunt Ren will definitely praise him, praise him to the wind, praise him to the sunshine, and praise him to every wave, saying, "Look how great our flame is."
"Your subordinates handled the matter you asked Uncle Lu to do very well, but they themselves were not very good."
Ming Weiting said: "There was a fight within your company."
When Luo Chi heard this, he immediately showed worry and frowned silently.
"It's okay, no one was really hurt."
Ming Weiting stroked his hair and said gently, "It's just that those artists whose Weibo accounts were restricted...are very angry."
The situation was serious before, and several people were watched by the team almost 24 hours a day. It was because everyone believed that Mr. Luo had made arrangements, and that Mr. Luo was just recuperating in the Ren family hospital and was temporarily unable to take care of things, so they were reluctantly appeased.
The subsequent news stunned everyone, but the intense confusion temporarily made the situation less out of control. Until Minglu hinted that they should cheer up and deal with the follow-up and convey Luo Chi's words to them.
Now is not the time to tell the truth.
If an accident really happens during the operation - of course everyone will do their best to avoid this, Xun Zhen's team is still constantly improving and fine-tuning the details of the surgical plan.
But if fate is really so cold-blooded, this sudden blow will only push those who really care about Luo Chi into the abyss of guilt and regret.
Uncle Lu spoke cryptically, but the company's internal public relations were originally quite professional and reliable. Fang Hang and others also immediately realized this. The matter was handled very well, and the subsequent public opinion storm did not affect any innocent people.
It was just that there was a fight in the company.
There is no order at all.
It was a completely undignified and totally immature fight.
The artist and the team, the artist and the artist manager, the first person to rush over was a young singer who had just reached adulthood, and the situation became even more chaotic afterwards.
Huaisheng Entertainment was not a conventional film and television company, and Luo Chi had never used the company's rules to restrain anyone, so the unexpected fight did not result in anyone being punished.
…
It was really outrageous. When Fang Hang limped to see Ming Lu, he asked him not to tell anyone.
Fang Hang was the manager of the artist department and was beaten the worst, but the depression he had suppressed was much less than in previous days.
He took a deep breath, lowered his head and suppressed all his emotions, then he tidied his clothes and said to Minglu: "No matter what..."
“…No matter what.”
Ming Weiting said: "They want to tell you something."
Ming Weiting looked into Luo Chi's eyes and said, "From now on, people who like you will no longer be hurt because of liking you."
Luo Chi is so easy to be liked by others.
Fans who spoke for him were chased and ridiculed, and artists who argued for him were subjected to a barrage of slander and abuse.
The old official blog was forcibly taken over by people sent by the board of directors. Before the inheritance left by Luo Chi was distributed, even those managers in the company who had stubbornly opposed Li Weiming were often left out in the cold and squeezed out.
So Luo Chi kept retreating, from the brilliant guitarist to behind the scenes, and then from the general manager of Huaisheng Entertainment behind the scenes, he continued to retreat, retreating into the shadows, not letting anyone touch him.
This matter should be resolved here once and for all and should not be brought into the new world.
…
Luo Chi blinked lightly.
His chest rose and fell a little faster than usual, and his fingers unconsciously tightened slowly, then loosened little by little.
It seemed quite difficult for him to understand this sentence. He lowered his eyes and repeated this sentence over and over again many times, until he finally began to slowly understand its meaning.
"Lucky fan representative."
Ming Weiting touched his eyes and said, "Do you want a hug?"
"...Yes." Luo Chi took a breath and blinked twice, "Mr. Shadow, I want to hug you."
Luo Chi narrowed his eyes and reached out to him: "I want a hug, my chest hurts."
He said this with a smile, and Ming Weiting picked him out of the beach chair and held him in his arms. Luo Chi lowered his head and leaned against him, breathing rapidly, but no moisture came out.
Luo Chi hugged him tightly.
"Mr. Shadow." Luo Chi buried his head in his shoulder and whispered, "I've finished my painting."
Mr. Shadow nodded: "It looks very nice."
Mr. Shadow considered it carefully for a while: "What is the painting?"
Luo Chi couldn't help laughing, but just shook his head: "I've finished writing my letter too."
Mr. Shadow asked, "Do you want to send it?"
"No, it's for me... I'll talk about it after the surgery."
Luo Chi took a breath and exhaled slowly: "If I forget to even read the letter, you must remind me."
Mr. Shadow folded his arms: "Okay."
Luo Chi sighed: "What should I do?"
He noticed Mr. Shadow drawing a question mark on his palm, and he held that finger and said downward: "There are so many things I want to do. I want to get better soon. I can't bear to leave. I really want to live..."
The arms behind his shoulders tightened.
Ming Weiting held Luo Chi's face, gently letting him raise his head. There was no moisture between Luo Chi's eyelashes.
There was no mist or water in those eyes; instead, the light was bright and they looked at him without any hesitation.
"Standard pre-operative anxiety. I'm nervous." Luo Chi straightened his chest and raised his head, explaining calmly, "Today is the seventh day."
Ming Weiting looked at him carefully for a while and sighed.
Luo Chi didn't understand what was going on. He blinked, pulled his hand and drew a question mark.
"It makes it seem like being a lucky fan is not cool."
Ming Weiting held him with his arms, lowered his head for the first time, and rested his forehead on Luo Chi's cool neck: "I have been nervous for seven days."
Luo Chi opened his eyes wide in surprise.
He was stunned for a few seconds, then laughed out loud without any hesitation, and imitated Mr. Shadow's actions, pressing the head on his shoulders and rubbing it without saying a word.
Ming Weiting was touched by his vigorous and deliberate revenge, and a smile slowly appeared in his eyes: "Are you still nervous?"
"Nervous." Luo Chi nodded, of course. "I'm nervous because I want to survive. I'm nervous because I want to live well."
Luo Chi said loudly: "This is called the desire to survive."
“If something unexpected happens during surgery and all emergency measures have been exhausted, we have to rely on the patient’s desire to survive.”
He read a lot of information when he was taking care of Aunt Ren, and he is actually very knowledgeable: "Mr. Shadow must go ashore, and he must chase stars until he is ninety-three years old."
Ming Weiting followed with a chuckle.
He raised his head without saying anything, but his eyes were warmer. He let Luo Chi rub him to his heart's content before he held Luo Chi in his arms again.
According to the plan given by Xun Zhen, it is best to be hospitalized a few days before the operation.
This will allow Luo Chi to adapt to the hospital environment as quickly as possible, and will also allow for close monitoring of Luo Chi's physical condition at any time and the ability to make adjustments to possible emergencies at any time.
The only thing that needs to be considered is Luo Chi’s subconscious instinctive resistance to the hospital - this resistance is not controlled by subjective consciousness. If Luo Chi's condition deteriorates and affects the surgery, it would be counterproductive.
According to the previous plan, they had intended to stay in Wanghai Villa until before the operation.
"I have finished my business." Luo Chi held Mr. Shadow's hand, "Take me to the hospital."
Ming Weiting supported Luo Chi's neck and lowered his head.
He looked carefully into those eyes, and confirmed that there was indeed no discomfort or reluctance in them, before he retracted his hand.
"My head doesn't hurt anymore, but my chest still hurts."
Luo Chi knew what he was checking, and suddenly he felt playful and said seriously, "What you said today was too emotionally stimulating."
Ming Weiting saw the bright smile in his eyes and knew that Luo Chi was not serious, but he still put his hand on his chest: "Is it so serious?"
In fact, the pain had long gone, and it was still hot and swollen, but Luo Chi nodded, "It's not that serious."
"What should I do?" Ming Weiting imitated how he had knocked himself before and knocked on Luo Chi's chest, "Don't hurt it."
Luo Chi often reflected on this these days, and felt that he must be fully responsible for Mr. Shadow's childishness. He laughed so hard that he couldn't help coughing: "Okay, I heard it, it said--"
Halfway through his words, Luo Chi met Ming Weiting's gaze, but was suddenly stunned.
…
Mr. Shadow rarely looked at him like this.
Ming Weiting's gaze quietly fell into his eyes. He was held and sat up, his hair was touched and gently rubbed...the rest of the actions were very familiar.
Ming Weiting put one hand behind his head, gently pressed his forehead, and asked in a low voice: "What did it say?"
Luo Chi opened his mouth, but for some reason, his voice suddenly became smaller: "...speaking, it was a little jumpy."
It was more than just a slight beating, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Fortunately, his blood pressure has always been low, so he doesn't get a headache even when he's excited. But after the surgery, I must start taking care of my body. I can’t let my blood pressure drop so low again. I heard from Uncle Lu that low blood pressure can make you seasick easily…
All the messy thoughts suddenly stopped at a certain moment.
Ming Weiting lowered his head and pressed his palm on the left side of his chest. The warmth seeped in through the fabric of his shirt, and his heartbeat beat out from it.
"I'm very grateful to it," Ming Weiting said, "It only stopped for a short time last time before jumping up again."
Luo Chi spoke for his heart without hesitation: "I won't stop this time."
Ming Weiting smiled, he raised his head and looked at Luo Chi seriously for a long time, so long that Luo Chi almost couldn't help but want to reach out and touch his eyes.
…On a cruise ship, there is a fairly traditional standard of etiquette. When people greet each other, they kiss hands.
It originally represented sincere greetings and thanks, as well as heartfelt blessings and respect. Later, this etiquette gradually became popular and common, so common that it almost did not carry any more meanings and characteristics.
Ming Weiting held Luo Chi's hand, and he solemnly greeted and thanked Luo Chi's heart, thanking it for bringing Luo Chi back from the water and thanking it for staying with Luo Chi for so long.
It won’t hurt anymore, and there will be many things to be happy about that will fill your chest, so you must be especially strong in the future. They will raise a small conch together.
Then Ming Weiting lowered his head, moved his hand away, and gently kissed the warmly beating heart beneath his chest.
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