The tide in the dream surged up.
It existed entirely in a dream, a rather strange feeling that could not be found anywhere in my memory.
Mingchi felt a slight breeze blowing between his fingers. At first he thought it was the wind, but if it was wind, it was too gentle. Such a night wind would not even disturb the moonlight.
Then he noticed warmth.
Not the wind.
The wind is playing with the water.
Mr. Shadow's breathing.
The breath exhaled by Ming Weiting was holding his hand.
Ming Weiting was holding his hand, gently touching his knuckles. With the downward gaze, the warm air current brought by the breath, and the lips.
A completely prudent force. Mingchi's fingers curled up instinctively without control, and then his bent knuckles touched the next soft spot, and then they both stopped suddenly.
…
In those brief seconds, hard knuckles pressed against soft lips, coolness pressed against warmth, and perhaps no one was breathing.
No one was breathing, but the wind was playing with the water beneath their feet. The surface of the water under the moonlight was rippling, disrupting the reflections of people in the water.
The waves hit the rocks, making a loud crash, instantly bringing people back to reality.
Ming Weiting slowly raised his eyes.
Mingchi still had his eyes wide open, and he seemed to have become unconscious. He sat there motionless, staring at him blankly.
Ming Weiting raised his hand and gently touched Ming Chi's eyelashes.
Ming Chi blinked instinctively, and just came back to his senses. He looked around for cracks in the stones: "Ahhhhhh."
Ming Weiting looked at him quietly. When he heard Ming Chi say "ah" in a series of unspoken words, a smile appeared in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to protect him from slipping. "What is it?"
"It's a sentence pattern that expresses feelings, popular on the Internet." Ming Chi failed to find the crack in the stone, and happened to see Mr. Shadow's hand reaching out. He skillfully lifted the other's arm and hid himself inside, "Exclamation mark, exclamation mark."
In fact, in his mind right now, there are far more "Mr. Shadow Zone" than this, and there is no need to add exclamation marks. Each one is bolded and running around everywhere.
The main reason is that the atmosphere is too quiet now. The moonlight is distant, the wind is gentle, the water is soft, and even the waves seem soft.
And Uncle Lu is still here.
Uncle Lu didn't look over. He was studying the pattern on a stone with great interest. He wondered if the pattern would still be there if the stone was taken out of the water.
His piece should be rearranged with a climax.
Are the stones watching?
The sea water under the moon is so bright that it is dazzling.
…
Mingchi tried to occupy territory with other ideas so that the "ahs" wouldn't run around everywhere, but it seemed that other ideas popped up faster and more frequently. Part of his brain didn't even bother to discuss it with him, and was immersed in the arrangement.
Ming was so hot that he felt like he was burning. The breath was bumping around in his chest, urging him to whisper an exclamation mark: "Ah!"
Ming Weiting gently drew a question mark on his palm.
Ming Chi squeezed the finger and replied that he was fine. He then went over the cruise etiquette tutorial he borrowed from Uncle Lu in his mind and sighed for his own incompetence.
A kiss on the hand, and it becomes like this.
How to be a captain in the future.
He hid himself and tried to organize his thoughts, then found that his body seemed to be too skilled and had found a familiar and comfortable posture without thinking.
He was hiding between Mr. Shadow's arms and chest.
He rested his forehead against Mr. Shadow's shoulder. He huddled up with his knees hugged, his chin resting on his arms so that he could hide completely inside, and one of his hands was holding Mr. Shadow's leisure jacket.
...Mingchi sighed deeply, feeling quite melancholy. He fanned himself and took deep breaths, exhaling all the air rushing through his chest.
He began to worry about his own failure.
…
The owner of the villa who led the team to explore the secret place was taken back to the villa by Mr. Shadow that night.
It wasn't because of that little incident which was totally unexpected - although it had a significant impact in other areas as well. But the more important reason was that the owner of the villa walked around several times but couldn't find the way back.
When I walked here in the evening, it was just getting dark and I could confirm the route based on the reference objects around me.
At night, all these reference points were cleverly hidden in the darkness, and relying on this method to determine how to get back became obviously more than a hundred times more difficult.
Ming Weiting and Ming Lu followed him. Ming Chi stood firm on the stone shore with his cane and looked around carefully: "Oh no."
Ming Chi turned back to find Mr. Shadow and said, "I seem to have taken the wrong road again. I've been here before."
"No hurry." Ming Weiting came over, bent down and took his cane, "Think of this as a walk. The scenery tonight is great."
Ming Chi was standing there in a daze. Hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh: "Walking among the reefs?"
Ming Weiting nodded, held his shoulders, and asked him to turn half his body slightly: "Look."
Mingchi was a little curious and looked over.
Without Ming Weiting's special reminder, he saw at a glance that there was a reef with a very special shape - it was round as a whole, with two obvious protrusions on the top, and was outlined by the nearby lights.
Ming Chi's eyes lit up quickly: "Fox."
"Uncle Lu just found a squirrel." Ming Weiting nodded, "You were too focused and didn't find a chance to talk about it."
Mingchi didn't expect that Uncle Lian Lu would also participate in such a childish game. Ming Weiting held him steady, and he raised his head and looked over with great surprise.
"There will be another chance next time we take a walk."
Minglu smiled and nodded: "Very similar, you can tell at a glance."
Mingchi couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and immediately agreed.
They had indeed been circling here for quite some time. Mingchi followed along as they searched for stones of special shapes, while leaning on Mr. Shadow and relaxing his right leg imperceptibly.
He could actually guess why this happened.
Even though I hadn't noticed it just now, after I found myself back at the original place, I almost realized what was going on.
Before he was discharged from the hospital, Dean Xun came to talk to him and told him in advance about some problems that might arise in the future.
The damage to memory is the main thing - of course this will not cause any changes in personality. He is still himself, he just forgot some things. The influence and growth changes of the past ten years will still remain. It doesn't mean that the whole person has regressed to ten years ago.
Apart from this, there are some insignificant details such as it is difficult to wake up after falling asleep, short-term memory may be inconsistent afterwards, and you may feel dizzy when you are too tired or unwell...
These details will hardly affect your quality of life. They can be solved by paying extra attention to protecting your body in the future and always keeping notes and memos on hand. So you must reflect on the fact that you almost caught a cold.
As for the remaining problem, his ability to judge direction may be slightly poor in the future.
It was a rare opportunity to eliminate the influence of the daytime reference objects. Ming Chi leaned on Mr. Shadow, looked around in silence, and finally came to an objective conclusion: "Not a little bit."
Ming Weiting lowered his head and asked, "What?"
"It's not a little different." Ming Chi replied, and then sighed deeply, "I can't recognize the way home at all."
He pressed his right leg: "My sense of direction is now comparable to my aunt's."
Ming Weiting immediately picked out the key information: "Auntie doesn't know the way either?"
Every time Mingchi heard Mr. Shadow calling her "Auntie" together with himself, he felt warm in his chest. He nodded and pursed his lips slightly: "I don't recognize you at all."
"Every time we went hiking in the past," Ming Chi thought for a moment, "when we got lost, it was my aunt who lifted me up to help me find the way."
It’s not because of acquired influences, some people are born with no sense of direction at all. My aunt is in this situation. She loves to go out and explore and adventure. If she doesn't take a tour bus, she always has to be held by the hand by a steady big flame to get down the mountain road smoothly.
So after they returned to Wanghai, the story of the conch that Mr. Shadow told him again was unexpectedly very reasonable - if the aunt really turned into a wave, it would really take a long time to find the lucky fan's boat.
Ming Weiting thought for a while and suddenly said, "Oops."
Ming Chi didn't really take it to heart. He just said goodbye and reminisced about his lost sense of direction for a while. Hearing this, he was curious: "What's wrong?"
Ming Weiting retracted his arms and let him lean on him completely: "Uncle Lu doesn't know the way either."
Ming Chi was totally surprised this time: "Uncle Lu doesn't know the way either?"
"You can't say that." Uncle Lu stood not far away and raised his phone to defend himself. "Technology is very advanced nowadays. Navigation can solve most problems."
The Ming family's steward doesn't have a job driving a boat. Of course, there is no need to identify the direction when walking on the boat, and after getting off the boat, just follow the gentleman of the Ming family. You don't need to lead the way when you go out to do things. As for the least common situations, they can be solved with navigation.
Ming Weiting imitated him and lowered his voice: "Every time we went out to sea and got lost, Uncle Lu always let me stand at the bow, saying that it was to train my steering skills."
Ming Chi blinked his eyes. He didn't know whether this was true or not, but seeing Uncle Lu's half-amused and half-helpless expression, he couldn't help but laugh along: "Have you worked it out?"
Ming Weiting nodded and continued, "What should I do? No one in my family knows the way."
He picked Ming Chi up and said, "This makes me look like a loner."
Mingchi actually felt that he could still walk. He was about to take back his cane and discuss with Mr. Shadow about letting him go when he happened to hear these words.
Of course, this kind of statement is not serious. If you think about it for a moment, you will know that it must be a joke.
But Mr. Shadow on the rocky beach under the moon might really have some special bonus.
The voice of the speaker, the action of picking him up, and the strength of the arms protecting him were all the same, but perhaps because of the change in the tone... it seemed as if something was very different.
…No matter what you say, it’s like that touch on your knuckles. Very light and slow, with the usual rigor but also the most gentle caution.
Mingchi was so weak that he didn't insist and walked away.
He knew he had to say something now.
Uncle Lu said this, and Mr. Shadow also said this. He agreed a thousand times in his heart without hesitation, but when he wanted to open his mouth, his heart was always beating fast with nervousness.
Mingchi's throat moved slightly. He thought that he must not have said these words for a long time, so long that even his lips and teeth felt unfamiliar and sluggish when he pronounced them.
"…at home."
Ming Chi spoke slowly, his voice was very low, as if he was afraid to disturb the sleeping water: "There must be someone in the family who knows the way."
Ming Chi learned this sentence pattern, and he suddenly realized that he quickly fell in love with this sentence, so much so that he wanted to repeat it over and over again, and so much so that he suddenly felt very confident: "There must be someone in the family to find the way."
"This way, no matter when," Ming Chi said confidently, making every word very clear, "we can all go home together."
Ming Weiting looked at him, raised his hand to hold Ming Chi's neck, and touched his forehead with his.
"That's great." Ming Weiting asked, "If one of us knows the way, can we all go home together?"
Ming Chi nodded of course, and then he leaned out and asked Hai Lang seriously: "When will auntie come home?"
Ming Chi waited for a while and then answered himself: "Aunt said to go home after playing enough."
Ming Chi specifically mentioned: "Tell the only person who knows the way to remember to mark the road, otherwise he won't be able to find it at night."
Ming Weiting's eyes were filled with smiles: "Do it right away, I won't sleep tonight."
"Sir, come back later." Minglu nodded, "I'll take the flame home and have someone deliver the searchlight."
It was completely unclear who was the one taking the lead in being childish at home. Ming Chi laughed until he was completely exhausted and buried his head in Mr. Shadow's neck: "No, no, I have to sleep."
"I'll recognize it during the day." Ming Chi lowered his voice and gently pressed his forehead against it, "Let's do it together."
Ming Weiting agreed.
His sense of direction was indeed very good. He had already led Uncle Lu and Huo Miao out of the rocky beach. The lights of the main villa were revealed, and it was actually not far from where they were just now.
Mingchi lay on Mr. Shadow's shoulder, trying hard to open his eyes and look at the lights on in the house.
Ming Weiting took Ming Chi's arm back to let him lean on him more steadily, and patted him gently on the back: "If you are tired, just sleep, don't worry about anything."
Mingchi's eyelids were indeed about to droop. He had a blast these days, whether it was playing guitar, making pastries, painting, sightseeing, or doing rehabilitation - he almost forgot he was doing rehabilitation. It felt so good to be able to stand up on his own. He was excited with every step he took and seemed to have endless energy.
Of course, you can still use up your strength. Ming Chi slowly curled up his fingers, and the fabric at the collar of his casual jacket made him feel extremely comfortable and relaxed like a tide of tiredness: "Mr. Shadow."
Ming Weiting responded softly in his ear.
"Did I leave a letter for myself before the operation?" Ming Chi said softly, "I think I would leave a letter for myself."
Ming Weiting did not answer immediately. He took him through the garden with steady steps, walking on the path made of fine stones: "Wait a few more days."
"Okay." Ming Chi blinked, then remembered to ask, "Why?"
"Wait a few days, I need to go out for a while." Ming Weiting explained to him, "One of our family's boats ran aground and had an accident. We have been dealing with the follow-up matters during this period."
"Now the compensation matters have been sorted out, and the injured have been discharged from the hospital. The press conference is scheduled for the end of the month, and the Ming family will explain the accident to the public and guarantee the subsequent safety issues."
Ming Weiting said: "It will take about three to five days. I am worried that you will be bored, so I want you to read the letter during that time."
He paused after saying this, waiting for Mingchi's reaction.
"Are there any casualties?" Ming Chi was no longer concerned about the letter. He was a little worried and a little more sober. "Is it serious?"
Ming Weiting shook his head: "It's okay, the rescue went smoothly."
Ming Chi had no memory of this incident. He heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the answer and thought about it carefully for a while: "Did the captain fail to steer the ship properly?"
"Yes." Ming Weiting did not hide it, "He has been dismissed."
Ming Chi suddenly felt a sense of urgency and clenched his fists: "After I finish my rehabilitation, I will go learn how to sail."
Ming Weiting nodded and was about to speak, but then he seemed to suddenly remember something and chuckled softly.
Ming Chi couldn't help but be curious: "What's wrong?"
"I'll teach you." Ming Weiting said this slowly, "Finally I have the chance to teach you."
Perhaps because the atmosphere tonight was too relaxed, Mr. Shadow's voice sounded soft and gentle, even a little distressed: "How can there be such a great person who can do everything well and doesn't need to be taught anything?"
Ming Chi was amused by him, blushed quickly, and slowly shrank back to Mr. Shadow's shoulder: "Who is it?"
"Who is it?" Ming Weiting repeated, and sighed to himself, "She is so strong and so determined. She can take care of herself, so she doesn't need help from others."
Why don't you need help from others? I almost caught a cold from oversleeping a few days ago. Tonight, I wandered around for a long time but couldn't find the way. My legs were so weak but I still refused to stop. Now he has to be held obediently like a five-year-old child, and doesn't even make a fuss about running around on the ground.
…
Mingchi's rebuttal was on the tip of his tongue, only to find that every word he said was quite disadvantageous to him. It was like a miniature criticism meeting.
He reflected deeply on himself again, and then couldn't help but corrected himself in a low voice: "I need help too... I can't find my way home without help."
Ming Weiting continued to sigh: "Welcome."
Ming Chi blinked: "Welcome to what?"
"Welcome aboard." Ming Weiting paused for a moment, "Wanghai Villa Special Tour Bus."
Ming Weiting said: "We mainly operate various routes, are good at identifying directions, and are professional in picking up and dropping off Huo Miao when he goes out and comes home."
As he said this, he happened to arrive at the main house door.
Ming Lu pushed the door open. Ming Weiting changed his shoes in front of the door. After Ming Chi sat down in front of the entrance and tidied himself, he reached out to hug him again.
Mingchi lowered his head, changed into slippers, and subconsciously reached for his cane.
He walked too much today, and after trying to support himself with his right leg, he couldn't stand and fell down again.
But this kind of thing happens too often, Mingchi has already figured out some tricks and can react very quickly. He squatted down with one hand on the ground, and stuck his walking stick into the corner of the entrance for support. He stood up steadily.
Ming Chi suddenly came to his senses when he looked up and saw Mr. Shadow's hand.
Ming Weiting failed to hug him, so he took a step back and waited beside him, with his arms protecting him from behind, blocking the sharp corner of the shoe cabinet.
Mingchi originally wanted to jump over, but immediately gave up the idea, put his cane on the shoe cabinet, and extended his hand.
Ming Weiting carried him into the living room and walked to the sofa next to the fireplace.
Ming Weiting put him down and said, "Welcome to ride next time."
Ming Chi was speechless, his ears turned red and he couldn't stop laughing. He laughed so hard that he coughed several times: "No, no... Hey."
He had no idea how to say such things, so he had to go back to his memory for help and imitate his aunt's long sighs.
"Take care of yourself."
Ming Weiting gently placed him on the sofa, and he used his arms to steady himself: "Why don't you want others to help you?"
The blank space in the middle is so inconspicuous that Mingchi often accidentally overlooks that these memories are all from more than ten years ago.
He was only ten years old at that time. His aunt's tone was used to coax children, so he just learned it directly and imitated it quite vividly.
Manager Ming coughed lightly, turned his back and pretended not to hear, hiding his smile in time.
In order to make it easier for Mingchi to practice walking, the house was covered with thick, large, shag carpets so that even if he fell it wouldn't hurt much.
There are quite a few pillows on the sofa. Sometimes Mingchi doesn't like to sit properly on the sofa, so he just sits on the carpet hugging the pillow.
Mr. Ming cooperated by lowering his age, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, looking up at Teacher Huo Miao: "Why?"
"Because." Mingchi said these two words and paused for a moment.
……Why?
Because I don’t want to cause trouble, because I don’t want others to suffer because of me, and because I want to work hard to get better quickly... Of course, all of these thoughts must exist.
He would definitely think so - but explaining it with just these thoughts seemed incomplete.
There must be a more important and more specific reason, which he is constantly thinking about in his mind now.
This reason only came to him after he had gone through these ten years and grown up. It had never appeared before and he was very unfamiliar with it, so it took some time to figure it out and summarize it.
For this reason, he was almost impatient to recover in one day.
"Because I want to be cured in one day." Ming Chi said in one breath, "For example."
Ming Chi sorted out his thoughts for a while, and he really got burned. He sat on the sofa, feeling hot. "I mean, for example."
“For example, one day, I practiced guitar until very late and walked back home by myself.”
Ming Chi whispered, "It was dark, and I saw the lights on at home when I was on the road. I looked up and saw - I saw Mr. Shadow waiting for me to come home at the window."
This actually happens every day.
As long as he didn't accidentally fall asleep during practice, he would see Mr. Shadow waiting for him every night when he walked back home along the pebbled road, slowly leaning on his cane.
They agreed to give him more opportunities to practice, so Mr. Shadow would wait in the room until he walked back to the main house, changed into slippers in the entrance hall, and walked up to the second floor little by little.
This process usually takes a long time, but no matter how long it takes, the happiest moment for him is the moment he walks up the stairs and turns around.
The bedroom door was opened, and the warm lights poured out, covering the entire wooden floor of the second floor with a soft luster, like a warm road.
Someone was waiting for him at the end of the road.
"...For example, at times like this."
Mingchi described the scene in great detail, fearing that the hint was not enough.
He particularly emphasized how warm the light was, how calm, handsome, steady and reliable Mr. Shadow was, and how happy and anxious he was.
"Someone is waiting for me to go home."
Ming Chire lowered his head and spoke in a low voice: "There will come a day when I can rush all the way up and throw myself directly into his arms, right?"
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