Minglu didn't speak immediately.
He half-knelt beside the bed, carefully confirmed the stable data on the instruments, then turned back to look at the door of the cubicle.
The young man who recited this sentence leaned back on the hospital bed, seeming a little surprised himself, but only for a moment, and then turned into a look of serious thought.
Minglu made a gesture within his sight to help him come back to his senses.
"You just had brain surgery." Minglu tapped his forehead and reminded him gently, "Don't rush to use your brain, or you'll have a headache."
The eyes blinked, then curved up: "It's okay."
"It's okay." Ming Chi smiled, his voice a little soft, "I'm not using my brain."
Some of the content stored in memory does not require brainpower to mobilize it - even if you have just had an operation and are temporarily in an absolute blank due to the impact of the operation, there are many things that you can remember without using your brain.
Because they are common sense questions.
Even if a person completely loses his memory due to an accident, as long as the most basic part of self-awareness is still there, it is difficult for him to forget to drink water when he is thirsty and eat when he is hungry.
You put him on the bed and cover him with the quilt, and he will fall asleep naturally when he is sleepy.
Ming Chi slowly explained his situation, looked around, and gave an example: "For example."
For example, he only had a temporary naming disorder, but as long as he was reminded of the name of the object, he could immediately remember a lot of the simplest common sense.
For example, hangers are used to hang clothes, and conchs and shells can be made into handicrafts. For example, pencils can be used to draw and guitars can be used to play.
For example, sugar is sweet, and he also remembered the word "peach". In addition to peach-flavored candy, he quickly remembered that there was a second-best flavor, milk candy.
For example, when using a computer, just press the power button and the screen will light up, and just type on the keyboard and words will pop up on the screen.
……for example.
He continued, "For example, the coat. As long as you see the coat, you can wait for Mr. Shadow to come back."
The speech is over.
After finishing his lecture, Mingchi propped himself up with his arms and slowly sat up at the head of the bed, straightening his shoulders and back and making his eyes more curved.
Seeing how proud he was, Minglu couldn't help but reward Mingchi with another piece of candy: "The last one, is it also common sense?"
"It's common sense." Mingchi was very sure that this one was no different from the others. Just like drinking water when thirsty and eating when hungry, he remembered clearly, "Don't run around."
"If you see the coat, don't run around." He recited smoothly, "Don't go anywhere, wait here."
Ming Chi said, "Just keep waiting, Mr. Shadow will come back."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a light knock on the door of the compartment.
Minglu finally let out a sigh, and slowly suppressed his laughter. He then went to Mingchi to ask, "What's behind the screen?"
Ming Chi could still recognize this kind of thing, and immediately answered fluently: "It's a door."
Minglu asked, "Someone is knocking on the door, should I open it?"
Minglu helped him remember the grudge: "That's too much. You were away for so long and you're only back now."
The young master of the Ming family always reacted the fastest. He just couldn't remember anything for the time being, but his thinking logic was quite smooth. He immediately followed the smile in Uncle Lu's eyes: "Is it so excessive?"
"Yes." Minglu nodded, and said seriously, "Should we let him wait outside the door for a hundred seconds?"
Ming Chi's eyes lit up and he tried to move his fingers, practicing to clench them slowly bit by bit.
He looked at his hands, took a deep breath, and then exhaled gently.
He actually knew that Uncle Lu wanted to give him some buffer time - after all, the unhealed bleeding spots in the brain would be dangerous as long as the blood pressure changes caused by emotional fluctuations, and would not specifically distinguish between happiness or sadness.
But it doesn't matter.
"Uncle Lu." Ming Chi said in a very low voice, pleading for the person behind the door, "Can you not wait?"
Ming Lu was a little surprised and looked at his expression carefully: "Is it okay not to wait?"
Mingchi's ears turned red: "You don't have to wait."
Minglu still stayed beside the bed, bent down to meet his gaze, and raised his hand to tap his forehead to signal: "If you feel any discomfort here, don't endure it, tell me immediately."
It's not that Minglu is overly cautious about this matter, it's just that he has a lot of criminal records: "When I was recuperating, some people wanted me to sleep a little longer, so they came to me for painkillers and almost fainted in their wheelchair."
It wasn't even close - the Ming family's steward had seen all kinds of scenes, and he was still quite scared that day.
The young man curled up in the wheelchair probably fainted halfway and was picked up by Minglu in the corridor. After patting his shoulder for a long time, he finally woke up. He opened his eyes blankly and muttered inaudibly, "Uncle Lu, my head hurts a little."
After that, Minglu put painkillers in the pockets of each of his clothes, and was even more careful to never let him be alone at any time.
When recuperating from an illness, one must ensure that one's mood is absolutely comfortable. Besides, no one wants to waste any more time, so everyone tacitly agrees not to bring up the past or discuss anything that makes one uncomfortable.
Now that the operation was finally successful, everything can start over again, and the young master of the Ming family should also adjust some of his habits a little.
Ming Chi was slightly startled and blinked slowly.
Of course he didn't remember it, but it was definitely his mistake.
After all, it sounds particularly believable. Based on his current exploration and understanding of himself, it seems very much like something he can do.
"Some people are so unreasonable." Ming Chi immediately criticized himself, "They just try to be strong and make others worry."
His critical attitude was a little too firm, and Minglu couldn't help but explain for some people: "It's not that outrageous. It's concern, not worry."
Ming Chi has made up his mind: "It must be changed."
"It needs to be changed." Ming Lu was finally relieved, smiled, and said to him in a gentle voice, "Wait a moment, Uncle Lu will open the door."
Mingchi wrote down the first habit to be corrected. When he suddenly heard these words, he quickly regained his composure, his eyes lit up, and he followed Uncle Lu.
...This is a particularly happy thing.
He was so happy that even if he didn't remember or couldn't recall anything, his instinct was still leaping with joy and anticipation.
But he will not lose control of his emotions because this is common sense.
A person may feel good when seeing the sun, feel quiet and comfortable when seeing the rain, and feel open-minded and bright when chasing the wind all the way to the beach...but he will not get so excited because of these things that anything unexpected happens.
Because these are common sense, and common sense is something that is certain to happen.
The sun will definitely come out, and the weather will definitely be sunny and rainy. If you keep following the wind, you will reach the beach sooner or later.
So Mr. Shadow will definitely come back sooner or later.
…
There was the sound of a door opening and two figures behind the screen were talking in low voices, probably discussing his physical condition.
The young master of the Ming family convinced Uncle Lu with reason and evidence, but the always cautious gentleman regained his senses after knocking on the door impulsively and calmly asked Uncle Lu about the details.
His restored hearing no longer sounded as if it were separated by water...it was even the first time he could really hear that sound clearly. It was almost exactly the same as he had imagined, except that he was a little more mute, probably because he hadn't rested enough.
An unusually soft hoarseness with a hint of unconscious fatigue. It feels like waking up from a short and restless sleep, but it also feels like it takes people into a dream.
Ming Chi lowered his eyes and looked at his right hand.
It took him ten minutes to clench his right hand into a fist. It seemed that his hand had been inconvenient for a long time, and he was not able to clench his fist as he wished, but strength was slowly building up in his body.
Uncle Lu said he was sick and had brain surgery. He was awake in the ICU and could clearly sense his physical condition and basically guess what was happening to him.
He guessed that he must have been a worrying person before, but now that he was cured and his health was getting better, of course he had to change that - but it was still very necessary to maintain and carry forward the original intention of what Uncle Lu said.
Now we can set the first small goal for Mingchi after he wakes up.
Be sure to let Mr. Shadow have a good sleep.
Ming Chi pursed his lips, leaned back on the bed, and listened attentively to the intermittent, low conversation.
He looked at the blurry shadow behind the screen very carefully for a while, but he was no longer anxious. He completely relaxed his body and closed his eyes peacefully.
Although he had almost no strength at all and inevitably felt uncomfortable after the operation, he was actually in very good condition. The headache was gone and consciousness was quickly becoming clearer.
It took him less time to recover from the blank daze than the doctor had estimated.
After chatting with Uncle Lu for a while, a lot of information that was originally scattered and floating was reactivated and connected. In less than an hour, progress had been made.
As long as you close your eyes, many vivid and lively scenes will jump out.
Even though these scenes seemed to have happened many years ago, and he even had to stand on tiptoe, look up, and jump up to be as high as he wanted, every scene was absolutely amazing.
He was hugged all over, kneaded until he was dizzy, and lifted up and spun around.
He was held tightly by the warmest hands and heard the cheerfulest and brightest voice calling him "Flame" with a smile.
"Aunt." Ming Chi followed his younger self and whispered in his heart, "Aunt."
He couldn't remember the facts of recent years, and he didn't know what happened afterwards - but perhaps because of this, he became a lot bolder.
Relying on not remembering anything, he mentally emboldened himself to finally add the name he had to carefully swallow back every time when he was a child: "Mom."
…Oh my god.
Why are you so happy?
Mingchi controlled his breathing frequency, inhaling gently and then exhaling little by little.
He found that this was actually common sense. The him before the operation kept telling him now, "You and your aunt are a family."
How come he was so awesome before the surgery? So brave.
He is indeed too strict in criticizing himself, and although sometimes that is a little inappropriate, most of the time he is very decent, very good, and very worthy of praise.
Mingchi sorted out the scenes and preserved each of them with extreme care.
He didn't see his aunt after waking up, but these scenes had already given him the answer.
He still remembered that he was in the hospital, holding the medical notice in his hand, and running around anxiously, asking everyone he could about his condition.
He remembered that moment, and the intense fear that almost felt like something was tearing him apart. Finally, because the location of the lesion was too dangerous, he finally decided to give up the operation. He secretly ran to the mountain where his aunt had taken him to climb, ran to the temple and prayed to all the gods and Buddhas, giving his life to his aunt and not wanting another day.
…
But he also remembered how his aunt, who came on the tour bus, pinched his ears, and he cried so hard that he was in a daze, and went home holding a large box of vegetarian snacks.
He was pulled to the sofa by his aunt, and the two of them ate snacks and watched TV, and they finished watching an entire TV series about time travel.
After reading it, my aunt interrogated him seriously: "Did you remember everything?"
He didn't know what to remember and was so nervous that he couldn't speak or move.
"Aunt's disease was discovered too late. Even if she has surgery now, she will have to stay in bed for a few more months. She can't eat delicious food or go to the places she wants to go."
The aunt held his shoulders very solemnly, as if she had an extremely important task for him: "Flame."
He followed, sitting up straighter than before.
"You have to grow up first, and grow up safely." Auntie stared at him seriously, "When you finish this life, you should follow this method." Auntie pointed at the TV series that had just finished airing, "Go back a few years and tell auntie to stop wasting time and go get a physical examination."
He even prayed to all the gods and Buddhas, and in those few seconds, he almost believed in this method.
He couldn't even help thinking that living a lifetime was too long, what if his aunt couldn't wait, since she loved to travel around so much.
"You can't do it earlier, because you have to work hard to grow up and become an exceptional adult."
As if she knew what he was thinking, the aunt scratched his nose deliberately again: "Now if this little crybaby puts it back on, will the aunt believe what he says?"
He himself felt that he was not up to the task, and hurriedly wiped away his tears and shook his head vigorously.
"You have to live a very long life first. You have to grow up first, become very calm and steady, and be knowledgeable. Only when you are back in time can you open your mouth and say something that will scare your aunt."
Auntie knew he hadn’t watched the TV show carefully: “You have to become very good at coaxing people and taking care of people. Then when you send me to have surgery, you can take good care of me.”
"Now you are taken care of very well." Auntie rubbed his head vigorously again and added, "It would be even better if you didn't sneak out to climb the mountain and fall down like a dusty little squirrel."
He listened attentively, and could hardly help looking forward to the future. He was amused and choked with laughter: "I don't want to be a little squirrel. I want to be a captain."
"I will be the captain, and then I will wear it back and let my aunt go to the doctor and have surgery as soon as possible." He recited word by word, "I will take care of my aunt."
My aunt's eyes widened immediately: "Being a captain is so cool!"
His ears turned red and hot, and he followed suit in a low voice: "That's so cool!"
His amusing words made his aunt's eyes full of smiles. She pinched his ears, lifted his face, and gently wiped away the water marks with her palms.
My aunt looked him in the eyes and told him seriously, "You are free but lonely at the same time on the sea. That requires more requirements. You can't do it alone."
"You have to find someone else you like. Both of you should come to see me. Only then can I completely believe that you are Flame."
My aunt was totally unreasonable: "Otherwise you will be a little squirrel and I will catch you and feed you snacks every day."
Suddenly, a piece of pine nut snack was stuffed into his mouth, and his aunt tickled his sensitive parts. He curled up in his aunt's arms, choking and laughing, unable to breathe...
…
Although he didn't know what happened in the future after that, judging by the freshness of this scene, it must be a memory that he had never dared to touch.
Mingchi slowly touched the scar on his arm. It looked like it was caused by a bite. Something very, very sad must have happened after that.
He was so sad that he dared not touch any of the happiness in the past. Because all that happiness had turned into the sharpest blade, which, with just a slight thought, could cut every inch of his skin and flesh open, and then soak it in the coldest sea water.
He clearly remembered that he was held by his aunt and sat on the beach, leaning against the rocks and shouting slogans at the sunrise in a particularly childish manner.
My auntie yelled, "Are you afraid that you won't be around anymore?"
He shouted, "Don't be afraid!"
My aunt yelled again: "How are you going to grow up alone in the future!"
He shouted at the top of his voice into the sea breeze: "Grow up safely! Be cool and powerful, and go back to pick up your aunt!"
The more my aunt listened, the happier she became. She held him and rocked him, yelling word by word: "Take! Who! Back!!"
He was shaken so hard that he couldn't stop laughing. Tears were falling down his cheeks, but the corners of his mouth were raised. He also shouted: "Happy! People!"
...That was a close call.
Fortunately, he hid these things so carefully and secretly that he almost forgot about them.
If I forget all these, even if there is a way to travel back in time and become my ten-year-old self again, my aunt will not necessarily be dragged by him to see a doctor for a physical examination and surgery for no reason.
If he forgot everything, even if he really went back to the past, his aunt would definitely feel sad when she saw him.
He never makes his aunt sad.
Ming Chi took a deep breath slowly and exhaled it bit by bit. He quietly suppressed the moisture in his eyes but did not control the corners of his mouth.
He was answering the questions his aunt had left for him one by one, and now he was answering the question about the person he liked - what type of person would he like?
That would be a very high requirement.
…
At least I can build a pavilion with shells.
Ming Chi thought about this extremely strict standard, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth higher.
He slowly sorted out the questions and answers between himself and Uncle Lu.
He would make pencil sketches on sticky notes—probably portraits. For other contents, he prefers to use paints. He likes bright and beautiful colors and usually does not use pencils to draw landscapes and still lifes.
But portraits drawn with pencils feel better because every detail can be traced out bit by bit on the paper with the tip of the pen. Because depicting details becomes a joy, even the monotonous rustling sound of rubbing against the paper becomes pleasant.
What were those sketches like? His hands should still remember.
He still didn't use his brain deliberately, but simply mobilized the information stored in other senses. It feels like opening a most anticipated and cherished gift, so even the process of removing the wrapping paper layer by layer is enjoyable.
Mingchi closed his eyes and moved his left hand, trying to draw the lines according to his intuition.
He discovered that he was actually quite demanding in terms of the type of person he liked. He even had very clear standards for clothing, body shape, and voice, and he could even describe the appearance down to the smallest detail. According to his standards, he was probably not looking for a friend, but rather posting a portrait as a missing person notice.
Mingchi concentrated on drawing his missing person notice. He sketched out all the outlines without having to think too much. He traced the last part of the eyes, and suddenly his fingers touched a soft warmth.
Ming Chi blinked slightly, then opened his eyes.
...Aunt.
The missing person notice has become a spirit.
Ming Chi looked at the person in front of him, and he couldn't control the soft and warm smile that emerged from his chest. He didn't actually have enough strength to lift his left hand, and it just left the bed slightly before being held by another hand.
The missing person notice that had become a spirit had been sitting beside the bed for who knows how long. Those eyes were dark and deep, looking at him with extraordinary concentration.
He saw himself in the other person's eyes.
Ming Chi had originally planned to make a joke, but at this moment he couldn't think of anything. The only thing he could remember was a name - of course he could analyze who the other party was, so how could he not analyze who the person in front of him was.
His mouth, his hands, and his eyes all remember this person; this is his reserve of common sense.
"Shadow." Ming Chi said softly, "Mr. Shadow."
Ming Weiting looked at him very seriously, his eyes seemed to be slightly disturbed by something, and suddenly a gentle smile appeared in his eyes, but the smile was immediately covered by his drooping eyelashes.
Ming Chi noticed that he could no longer conceal his tiredness and frowned slightly in disapproval.
Ming Weiting just blinked, then opened his eyes again and looked at him. This time his smile was more obvious. Mr. Shadow called him softly, "Flame."
Mingchi responded quickly, and the hand he was holding moved, holding his fingers.
"My name is Ming Weiting." Ming Weiting didn't need to ask himself, and said slowly, "I'm a fan of yours. I'm learning how to make wheat bread. If there is a chance in the future, I hope to invite you to my wheat field."
Ming Chi remembered the story his aunt told him. When he heard this, he almost immediately responded: "I told you the story of the fox."
Ming Weiting did not hide it and nodded gently: "What kind of filling do you want for wheat bread?"
Ming Chi was really hungry. The nutrient solution couldn't be eaten as a meal. When he heard these four words, he could almost smell the aroma of new wheat in his mouth: "Pine nut."
Seeing that he was in such good spirits, Ming Weiting became more relaxed, and the smile in his eyes deepened: "Oh no."
Ming Chi was curious: "What's wrong?"
Ming Weiting knew that he no longer remembered the conversation, but there was no problem at all, not even the smallest one - it didn't matter at all, he was sitting here, still holding this hand as before. The sunlight shone through the window between them, and he could see that Ming Chi really didn't have a headache at all.
...Ming Weiting thought that he also began to like sunny days.
"Oh no." Ming Weiting nodded.
"I just didn't know how to bake bread," he sighed softly, "Now I don't know how to peel pine nuts either."
Ming Chi opened his eyes wide.
Looking at Mr. Shadow's aura just now, he actually couldn't imagine that the other party would actually joke like this. But when I heard the other party say this, it didn't seem awkward at all, as if it had always been this way.
Mingchi knew how to make bread and peel pine nuts. He suddenly felt a strong sense of responsibility and confidently supported himself with his arms as he sat up. "It's okay. Learn from me."
"Okay." Ming Weiting responded, "It will take a long time to teach you."
He has never been good at these things. Even the handicraft shell pavilion was mostly helped by the idol himself who was obsessed with rehabilitation so that it did not deviate too much from its original shape.
Ming Chi certainly didn't mind: "That'll be a long time."
"Is there an oven where you live?" Mingchi started planning now and thought carefully. "It's better to have a safer one. If it's a poor quality oven, it will easily explode if operated by a novice."
Ming Weiting shook his head slightly.
Ming Chi was stunned for a moment: "No?"
"Yes." Ming Weiting said, "The quality is poor and it will explode."
Manager Ming, who was not far away, couldn't help coughing, but managed to suppress his laughter, then turned around and concentrated on studying the pots of flowers on the windowsill.
Ming Chi had already guessed what was going on as soon as he saw Uncle Lu's reaction. He tried to keep his expression and pretend that he didn't notice it, and sighed worriedly: "What should I do?"
Ming Weiting held his hand and asked, "What should we do?"
Mingchi found that he actually enjoyed being taught to speak by Mr. Shadow. The other party repeated his words slowly, word for word, in different voices and tones, but there was always a response that made his chest feel warm.
"Wait until I'm discharged from the hospital." Mingchi's ears turned red. "I'm going home to do rehabilitation, learn to walk, and retrain my right hand... The quality of my oven is very good."
He added quietly, “When I first learned to bake, I blew up my oven several times, but it never broke.”
Having said that, he decided to strike while the iron was hot and asked all in one breath: "Mr. Shadow, will you come to my house as a guest?"
"Okay." Ming Weiting looked at him, with a smile in his eyes again, "I'm a lucky fan."
Mingchi thought carefully for a while and said nothing.
This development was different from the previous ones. Ming Weiting was a little curious. He raised his hand and knocked on the door twice in front of him: "I am not?"
...Yes and no.
Lucky fans are lucky fans, and everything else is something else.
"If I were to," Ming Chi spoke softly, and it seemed as if he was steaming, "If I met a fox, I would make friends with him."
Ming Weiting was startled for a moment, then he stood up from the chair and squatted down beside the bed.
This angle allows you to look up at those eyes, so you can see the shape of your mouth when speaking, and you can also judge the emotions in those eyes.
Ming Weiting often did this when he was accompanying him to recuperate. Ming Chi still felt accustomed to it and did not avoid it. He slowly held the hand that was holding his.
Ming Chi paused for a moment, then sighed in worry, "Some people don't remember who the other person is or what happened, and as soon as they open their eyes they want to invite that person home as a friend."
Ming Weiting stared at him and suddenly smiled: "Who is it?"
Ming Chi exerted a little strength, held his hand and pulled it up, feeling very disappointed: "Who is it?"
He wanted to pull the hand to poke his chest, but halfway he was gently pulled back by the opponent's force and went in a direction not planned.
Ming Weiting held his hand and lowered his head.
His hand was held by Mr. Shadow, who leaned down and let his fingers gently touch his eyes.
"It's me." Ming Weiting admitted softly, "Huo Miao, I just slept for a few hours, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I wanted to go home with you."
"I want to roll around in the wheat fields with you."
Ming Weiting looked at him: "I really want to be your friend."
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