Some people may seem to be making sense, but in fact they are almost cooked.
The weather has entered the hottest days of the year, with hot days and cool nights. The temperature at night is very comfortable.
There is no need to light the fireplace for the time being, just turn on the soft ambient light.
Mingchi huddled on the sofa with his right knee hugged, his arms folded and half of his face buried, firmly believing that the small spark that was just popping out of his chest would burn the fireplace directly into a red fire if it went inside.
Mr. Shadow said nothing.
Mr. Shadow didn't say anything.
Ming Chi made up his mind and finally decided not to just talk. He quietly moved his arms to support the sofa, preparing to let Mr. Shadow feel the force that would be there.
He had recovered quite well these days. He gathered up all his strength and was about to take off from the sofa when the support under his palm suddenly disappeared.
Although Mr. Shadow didn't say anything, he stood up at some point and took action before him.
Mingchi was picked up from the sofa.
This was certainly not the first time this had happened - as could be seen from the way he automatically and skillfully hugged Mr. Shadow's shoulders, Mingchi's body was clearly more experienced than he was.
Not only after the operation, but also during the period of recuperation before the operation, he must have been held by Mr. Shadow a lot.
But... this time some people happened to be very burned, and if they ran around a little bit, they would get burned by the fireplace.
Mingchi could almost feel his hand burning Mr. Shadow's neck. He wanted to pull his hands back to cool down, but before he could move, the arms behind his back tightened.
Ming Weiting was looking down into his eyes.
This action must be two-way. When Ming Weiting looked at him, his figure also fell into Ming Chi's eyes.
"Would you like to pay in advance?" Ming Weiting raised his hand and touched his eyelashes. "Try it once?"
Ming Chi blinked, and his eyes immediately brightened up quickly. He quickly understood what Mr. Shadow meant, and without hesitation, he moved closer to Ming Weiting, hugging his shoulders tightly.
"Uncle Lu." Ming Weiting held him up and said, "I'll take Huo Miao back to the room."
Minglu smiled and nodded, then waved to Mingchi, whose eyes were already filled with excitement.
…
Mr. Shadow must have rehearsed it secretly on his own.
Mr. Shadow must have secretly planned the best route to pick him up and run, all the way from the sofa to the stairs and back to the room.
Mr. Shadow must have also wanted to catch him when he pounced on him.
Although the sequence of the process was slightly adjusted to throwing himself into his arms first and then rushing upstairs, the effect was just as exciting and stimulating, even more exciting than Mingchi had expected when he rushed upstairs himself - he could feel Mr. Shadow's heartbeat, and his heart knocked on the door opposite through his chest, and immediately received the same undisguised and straightforward response.
Mr. Shadow took him back to the room. Such a small amount of exercise was certainly not enough to make anyone feel tired, but at the moment none of them wanted to move or do anything.
So the two of them lay side by side on the big bed with their arms and legs spread out, and he rested his head on Mr. Shadow's shoulder.
There was a gentle breeze, and the moonlight brought the silhouettes of flowers and plants into the room. They looked at the stars twinkling in the sky outside the terrace.
"Oh my god." Ming Chi stared at the stars and couldn't take his eyes off them. He couldn't help but whisper, "Why is it so good?"
Ming Weiting turned his head to look at him, with an especially obvious smile in his eyes, and repeated in a low voice: "How can it be so good."
"Mr. Shadow imitates me every day."
Ming Chi was so happy that he couldn't help but float to the point of picking up the argument: "You should be creative at this time and say something new."
Ming Weiting cooperated very well and thought for a while: "It's not that good."
Ming Chi didn't mean that. He opened his eyes wide and turned to look at him.
They were so close that they were almost face to face when they turned around. They could feel the warm air from their breath tickling their eyelashes.
…
The temperature that had finally dropped began to rise again. Ming Chi blinked quickly and was about to turn his head back to pretend to be calm, but a hand had already been raised and grasped behind his neck.
"Every day from now on will be better than today."
Ming Weiting said softly, "Fifty years from now, when I write my diary, there will be 20,000 things that are better than today."
Ming Chi was caught off guard and was suddenly hit by a precise sniper.
He uttered an "ah", pressed his chest, blinked slowly, and looked at Mr. Shadow who was close to him.
Ming Weiting touched his ear and suddenly laughed.
Ming Chi was looking at his own shadow in his eyes when he was suddenly embraced by the emerging smiling shadow. Before he could come to his senses, Ming Weiting's hands were already around his back.
Ming Weiting turned around completely and hugged him in his arms: "Flame."
Mingchi wanted to respond, but couldn't find his mouth for the time being, so he just grabbed Mr. Shadow's shirt and pulled it.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent." Ming Weiting waited for a few seconds and continued, "Some people say that I'm a very evil creditor."
Ming Chi couldn't help laughing: "Who is it?"
Ming Weiting looked down at him, his eyes seemed to be filled with stars jumping in from the window. This time he didn't imitate Ming Chi's words: "Someone I like very much."
Ming Weiting said: "The person who made me start writing a diary."
He was not the captain of any particular ship, nor did he have the habit of keeping a logbook.
The ship's log is written by people on land, because that is not their original living condition, so they have to write a log to distinguish and record it for later reference.
“No matter what kind of life it is, once that’s your normal state, you don’t specifically want to record it.”
Ming Weiting said softly: "My life is very monotonous."
There will be many different scenery on the sea, and many people coming and going, getting on and off the ship. The ocean is vast and you can never see the end of it. Every place you sail to is new.
But when you live on the sea and this kind of life becomes your norm, you won’t go out of your way to appreciate them, and you won’t feel how special and desirable they are.
But if you are next to a fire, everything suddenly becomes different.
Ming Weiting actually thought about this matter for many days. He kept wondering where on earth this matter became special. How could he possibly mind Mingchi's insistence on taking care of himself and not wanting help from others? If there was a button that could make Mingchi instantly healed and completely healthy, he would press it immediately without hesitation.
At the entrance, he saw Mingchi adjust his posture swiftly and stand up steadily with the help of his cane. He saw the sparkling and particularly arrogant smile in his eyes, and he was not thinking about anything at all.
He couldn't think of anything else but to respond to that smile. I wanted to pick him up and run back to the room, lie on the bed for a while doing nothing, and talk quietly with Mingchi in my arms, telling him how cool and awesome he was.
It’s just that Teacher Huo Miao suddenly opened a small class, so the progress of the whole plan was slightly delayed by a few minutes.
"I didn't make myself clear what I said to you on the way home."
Ming Weiting said: "I know you can take care of yourself and don't need any help from others. That's not what I want to say."
Ming Chirpy raised his hand with great effort: "...No need, I don't know the way."
Ming Weiting smiled, he held the hand, lowered his eyes, and gently kissed Ming Chi's knuckles again.
There was a special grace to the kiss this time. Mingchi rarely saw this side of Mr. Shadow, but he knew very well that this side must exist - although they were still lying lazily in bed, this action took him to another place - the ocean, the rising and setting of the sun and the moon, and the ship traveling around the world.
“We can each live our own lives.”
Ming Weiting said: "I followed the rules and did what a gentleman of the Ming family should do. If you were not sick, you would have been able to take care of yourself a long time ago. You would have traveled around and lived the life you liked. You would have lived a cooler life than anyone else."
Mingchi blinked and wanted to speak, but when he realized that Mr. Shadow had not finished speaking, he swallowed his words back.
Ming Weiting thought of what he had just said and added: "Use the navigation system to travel around, ask for directions and live the life you like."
Ming Chi couldn't help laughing: "It's so easy to get lost!"
"It doesn't matter if you get lost." Ming Weiting also smiled and touched his ear. "No matter where you go, there will be people who like you."
Mingchi's ears felt a little hot from his touch, but the night wind seemed a little cool. He pursed his lips for a while and unconsciously moved closer to Mr. Shadow.
"It was fate that was unfair to you and caused twists and turns in things. We have corrected it now."
Ming Weiting pulled the quilt over him, paused, and continued: "Let's get back to the original track. We can still live our own lives. I will still do the things I did in the past, and there will be no problem."
Mingchi's expression became more and more serious. He frowned slightly, held Mr. Shadow's hand and pulled it gently twice, wanting to sit up with him.
Ming Weiting did not move, he just continued speaking, as if he had prepared these words in his mind for a long time, and if he was interrupted or paused for a moment he would have no chance to continue.
"I prepared a ninety-five-page plan, and I wanted to chase the stars again, but ninety-five pages must be finished at some point."
"I was invited by you as a friend to learn how to make bread and shrimp dumplings with you, but no matter how difficult the cooking skills are, you will master them one day."
"Uncle Lu and I will be your family, but family members will also have their own careers and lives."
Ming Weiting said: "I hope you recover as soon as possible and I hope you can be completely healthy. But I find that I am worried about the fact that you no longer need to be taken care of - I have been trying to find the source of this uneasiness."
Ming Chi lay back with his arm as a pillow. He listened carefully and suddenly couldn't help asking, "Have you found the answer?"
"Found it." Ming Weiting nodded, "You answered me."
When he heard Mingchi whisper, "Someone is waiting for me to go home," he realized that he had finally found the answer. That fire was always sharper than him, with some kind of natural intuition that went straight to the core.
"What really worries me is not these things." Ming Weiting said, "I want to have a place by your side."
Ming Chi was stunned for a moment and then opened his eyes slightly.
Ming Weiting raised his hand, bent his fingers, and gently touched Ming Chi's eyelashes.
His life was monotonous, but there was nothing wrong with this monotony.
He grew up like this, and continued to be Mr. Ming like this. Everything became different after he met Mingchi. The fire dyed everything with a special, exceptionally bright color...so he began to keep a diary.
But even if one day he finally couldn't find any suitable identity to stay by the fire - although this assumption is almost unlikely, if it really happened - he would not be unable to return to his original pace of life and continue to live his life.
It's not that he couldn't do it, but at some unknown moment in the day, he suddenly began to feel uneasy about this assumption.
He suddenly found himself extremely eager to fulfill Mingchi's hypothesis - he could wait at the place where Mingchi would return every day, always there, waiting for the fire to come home every day.
"Oops." Ming Weiting was silent for a while, then lowered his head and smiled, "My father taught me that greed is a taboo."
Mingchi wrapped himself in the quilt and continued to move forward bit by bit.
He finally moved until he could wrap Mr. Shadow in the quilt, so he did so. When the quilt covered both of them, he pressed his hot forehead against Mr. Shadow's jaw.
"Why would you be upset about something like this?" Ming Chi put his hand on Mr. Shadow's back and patted him gently, muttering softly, "I only forgot to go home for one day, right?"
This was not what Ming Weiting wanted to say. He smiled, hugged Ming Chi and lifted him up from the quilt so that he could see his eyes: "Then."
"For the next fifty years, or even longer," Ming Weiting asked, "can I continue to wait every day?"
Ming Chi looked up in shock, met Ming Weiting's gaze, and his throat moved slightly.
He almost couldn't help but speak, but Mr. Shadow raised his hand to cover his eyes. Something warm approached and then stopped moving. His heart in his chest began to hear the neighbor next door knocking on the door again.
"Don't be in a hurry to answer, Flame. You need to get better first."
Ming Weiting said: "You have encountered very bad things. I know that even if you forget, you still remember it."
This sentence sounded a little strange, but Mingchi could understand it.
He had forgotten those things. Everything had been deleted and turned into a blank, but the instinctive habits and the indescribable feelings that occasionally popped up would not disappear so decisively and instantly.
His current self is the self who has experienced twenty-three years of life. Whether he remembers it or not, the events of these twenty-three years will leave traces.
It is all the traces of these twenty-three years that have shaped him into what he is today.
"Let me guess." Ming Chi hadn't seen the letters yet, but he could basically guess the general situation. He took over the conversation seriously, "There is a flame that is about to go out."
Ming Chi whispered, "A kind-hearted person rescued him and took him back."
Ming Weiting thought for a moment and said, "Not really."
Ming Chi was surprised: "No?"
"He's not a kind-hearted person." Ming Weiting said, "He's a black-hearted creditor."
Ming Weiting took the initiative to tell him about this matter: "Taking advantage of this period of time, this black-hearted creditor extorted 134 paintings and 50 other IOUs from him."
Mingchi's eyes widened under his palm.
His eyelashes scratched his palm, causing it to itch. Ming Weiting's expression softened, and he smiled, moving his palm away: "So... at this time, no matter what, I can't blackmail you anymore."
Mingchi pulled his thoughts back from the fifty IOUs - for some reason, he always had a vague intuition that he was probably the one who sold himself out decisively while counting the money.
"Is it okay?" Ming Chi straightened his shoulders and tried to prove himself, "I've had the surgery and I'm fine now."
Ming Weiting shook his head: "It does matter."
In the past years, this fire has been surrounded by a thick and impenetrable darkness. Except for the three years when I was taken care of by Mrs. Ren, I hardly went to any interesting places and met any interesting people.
So Mingchi has to go and see it first.
This has nothing to do with what he thinks or whether he is uneasy or not - Mingchi must first live a normal life, experience the happy things that he should experience, and meet many people.
He was honored to be filled in the blank space of Mingchi's life, but this blank space should accommodate more things that he should have touched long ago.
That fire should be freed first.
By that time...if Mingchi still thinks that going home to see Mr. Shadow is the happiest thing, and still thinks that people like him are not boring, and they can spend their lives together.
At that time, if he still had this honor.
Ming Weiting slowly told Ming Chi these words. Seeing his increasingly serious expression, he couldn't help but smile. He raised his hand and tapped his forehead: "I didn't mean to ask you to go by yourself."
"Even evil creditors have to seek some privileges for themselves." Ming Weiting said gently, "I will go with you to a freer place, where you can meet more interesting and powerful people."
Ming Chi was immediately relieved and looked at him with a serious expression: "Mr. Shadow is the most interesting and powerful."
Ming Weiting was speechless. He lowered his shoulders, closed his eyes, and put his forehead against Ming Chi's.
"If I have the honor...when that time comes, you still feel the same way."
Ming Weiting said softly, "Flame."
He is not a very generous and magnanimous person.
Mingchi must first enjoy absolute, unrestrained freedom.
If Mingchi likes and wants to do something more in the future, or finds someone he admires and shares the same ideals with, he will absolutely respect Mingchi's wishes and always be the best friend and family to the other person.
…
But if at that time, he was still Mr. Shadow of Flame.
If he has the honor.
Ming Weiting looked at him: "Every day from now on, when they are recorded in the log, my name will be included."
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