After saying these words, Ming Weiting picked up Ming Chi.
He was still careful, making sure Ming Chi was lying comfortably with his pillow, before he quickly went to the bathroom to wash up.
In just a few minutes, the room quickly became quiet.
Mingchi has lived in Wanghai for ten years and falls asleep to the sound of the sea tide every day. There are whistles from the clock tower at night, and the sound of wind and birds singing in the morning. I have never felt that this room is as quiet as it is now.
...It has never been so quiet. It seemed that the only sound I could hear was the running water in the bathroom, which was quite quiet yet quite noisy.
Mingchi covered himself with the quilt and buried himself in the pillow for a long time, then found that it was his own heartbeat that was making the noise.
Quilts may indeed affect thinking speed.
It probably took Mingchi quite some time to come to this conclusion.
It was so short that by the time he came to his senses and listened carefully again, even the sound of water had stopped.
Mingchi listened attentively for a while, but still heard nothing, so he quietly lifted a corner of the quilt and stuck his head out to look outside.
...the tacit understanding that is too obvious can sometimes lead to very small accidents.
Ming Chi stuck his head out and subconsciously looked in the first direction, which was the terrace - and then he immediately discovered that the curtains were not drawn.
The curtains were wide open, so he could see the terrace and his lounge chair.
In the recliner was the person he was about to begin searching the room.
The backrest of the recliner was temporarily straightened, and the angle became almost like a real chair. But it is a recliner after all, and its mission is to make people feel so comfortable that they want to sleep on it. From the material to the design, it warmly invites people who sit on it to completely relax and sink into it.
In most cases, "Mr. Shadow" and "completely relaxed and trapped" are difficult to form a complete, true and objective sentence.
But sometimes, as long as you add an adjective, the matter will no longer be so absolute.
For example, "Mr. Shadow looking at the flames."
Or to be more specific, "Mr. Shadow is watching the flame that has rolled himself into a quilt, slowly rolled nine and a half circles on the bed, and has completely migrated from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed."
The lunar calendar is almost at the mid-month. The moon tonight is already quite round and bright, with a strong presence like a large light bulb.
So even without turning on the lights, everything on the terrace was quite clear, and Mingchi could see at a glance Mr. Shadow's obvious smile which was not concealed at all.
Ming Chi coughed and lay down at the end of the bed, trying to explain: "My sense of direction is not good."
"Very good." Mr. Shadow's evaluation was quite pertinent. "It turned nine and a half times without falling to the ground."
Ming Chi was immediately happy: "That's it."
After all, he has to be a captain.
I still have this little intuition that keeps me from falling off the bed.
He didn't want to change his view at all, and wanted to sit up and talk, so he still looked up at Mr. Shadow and quickly unrolled the quilt in his hands.
Mingchi was also thinking. He thought that he might be planning to draw a picture of this night's scene by keeping looking at it like this, but he also felt that there might be more than just this reason - part of his short-term memory was indeed affected to a certain extent, and he would occasionally forget things. But the visual memory part is still preserved quite perfectly, and you can remember what you see at a glance.
In the end, he finally figured it out, and it seemed like he just couldn't bear to look away.
It’s great that his window is so close to the terrace.
The moon is still so bright tonight.
Just keep watching like this.
Just like this, you can have a good day.
Ming Chi found himself subconsciously repeating and reciting Mr. Shadow's quotations. He pursed his lips tightly without realizing it and stood up with his arms: "Mr. Shadow..."
He saw Ming Weiting suddenly stand up from the recliner and quickly cross to the bed in almost the blink of an eye. What he realized a little later than this thought was that he had reached out to nothing.
After all, the fixed point after rolling nine and a half weeks was too close to the edge of the bed. Mingchi's right hand was in the empty position as usual, and he was completely caught off guard, and his body lost balance and fell down.
The would-be captain still fell out of bed.
But it didn't fall to the ground.
Hey.
Halfway down, he fell into Mr. Shadow's arms.
Hey, he's back in bed.
Ming Chi was so excited that he couldn't help but imitate his aunt's speech in his mind.
He discovered that when his aunt spoke like this, she must be extremely happy and had nothing to worry about.
I was so happy that my body felt light and nothing could stop me. I could fly with the wind with just a little jump.
When Mr. Shadow hugged him, he wanted to laugh. He didn't know why he was happy, but the smile kept appearing on his face. Then Mr. Shadow was probably infected by him and started laughing while hugging him.
Because he rushed over to rescue the man urgently, it was difficult for Mr. Shadow to put him back on the bed safely as he usually did. When Mingchi was caught, he hugged him back, and his left hand, which had not yet fallen, grabbed the bed sheet and pulled it hard in time.
This amount of force was enough to trigger the reaction of the experienced Mr. Ming. Ming Weiting lifted him up, used the force to lie on the bed, and then let Ming Chi fall on his chest.
If this kind of scene were to be filmed in a movie, maybe a slow-motion soundtrack and filters would be needed, but when you actually do it, you'll find that it's not all cool.
…
Their chests collided, and neither of them was able to make a sound for a few seconds. His shoulder accidentally hit Mr. Shadow's chin.
But the two of them continued to laugh, even during the few seconds when they couldn't make any sound. Mingchi simply didn't use any strength at all and lay on Mr. Shadow, letting the laughter overflowing from the other's chest wrap him up and make him float up and down.
How can there be such childish people?
Who is it?
Mingchi thought about this question in his mind.
Then he saw the same question in Mr. Shadow's smiling eyes, and immediately raised his hand to surrender: "It's me, it's me."
"How old are you? You can still fall off the bed." Ming Chi rubbed his face and reflected, "Mr. Shadow, what were you thinking about on the terrace just now?"
Mr. Shadow must have learned bad things from him, because he raised his arms and hugged him in his arms: "I wonder when you will fall off the bed."
After Ming Weiting finished speaking, he also found it funny. He shook his head and promptly stopped the captain who was about to wrap himself up and continue to migrate: "...It's not this."
"It's a joke." Ming Weiting said softly, "I was just thinking."
He still rested his chin on Ming Chi's shoulder, paused for a while before laughing again, and admitted truthfully: "Is it too early to tell you this now? Will it make you feel pressured?"
"Mr. Shadow." Ming Chi emphasized to him, "I lost ten years of memory, not regressed ten years. What you are holding is the twenty-three-year-old Big Flame."
Mr. Shadow nodded, repeated and recited: "He could actually fall off the bed."
Mingchi was so speechless because of his own words that he completely lost the game. He held his chest and regretted it deeply.
Ming Weiting looked down at him, his eyes soft. They stopped discussing the matter. Ming Weiting patted him on the back and said gently, "Go wash up, and remember to protect your wound."
Mingchi nodded, and with the help of Mr. Shadow's arm, he sat up.
He doesn't usually use the cane in the bedroom. The carpet here is much thicker than outside, and it was specially designed for him to fall on, so it didn't matter at all even if he fell off the bed just now.
We were making too much noise just now, so now I have to be extra careful about my movements to avoid getting dizzy. Mingchi sat by the bed with his head down for a while. He noticed that Mr. Shadow walked around the bed, squatted down and looked up at him. The corners of his mouth immediately raised quickly with a look of success.
Ming Chi quickly leaned on the edge of the bed and slid off the bed, facing Mr. Shadow again: "There is one more thing."
Ming Chi sat down on the thick carpet with a thud: "You can wash up after you're done."
Ming Weiting protected him with one hand behind his back, and only withdrew it after making sure there would be no collision. "What's the matter?"
Mingchi raised his hand, grabbed Mr. Shadow's arm, and pulled him to the corner of the bed twice.
Ming Weiting followed and sat down. Just as he was about to ask, he was suddenly startled.
Mingchi's expression suddenly became completely serious.
He looked at Mr. Shadow in front of him seriously for a long time, so long that his lips slightly pursed, then lowered his head and pressed his knuckles on Ming Weiting.
It was the same action, but Mingchi couldn't perform the elegance of touching water yet, nor did he find the trick, how to make it so blushing and heartbeat-inducing... So all he could give was the solemnity of imprinting his heartbeat in the same way.
He made this action completely solemn, as if he was signing his new name on an IOU, or as if he was swearing to set foot on the vast ocean from now on.
The night wind was a little chilly, the window on the terrace was open, and the sound of the tide was brought in again.
The warmth of her palm rested on the back of his neck.
Ming Weiting held him close: "Flame."
"I hope my words today did not cause you any pressure."
Ming Weiting said: "Just now on the terrace, I actually felt a little regretful."
He didn't want these words to make Mingchi change any plans. Ming Chi didn't need to give him any answers, nor should he feel any burden because of his completely private thoughts.
"Don't worry." Ming Weiting said, "We have a lot of time."
Ming Chi nodded: "I know."
Ming Weiting's gaze fell on those eyes. Ming Chi's eyes were clean and clear. That was probably the most honest and sincere gaze he had ever seen, so he listened carefully to Ming Chi's words.
Mingchi held his hand tightly.
They sat in the corner of the room, with the terrace open so they could see the moonlight, the wind and the stars.
They didn't hide this time, so my aunt could see them too.
Ming Chi quietly lowered his eyelashes and repeated the action, imprinting all his solemnity on his knuckles.
"I know that answer doesn't count right now, Mr. Shadow."
Ming Chi spoke softly, and that soft and warm touch brought with it even lighter, tiny vibrations caused by the sound. These tiny vibrations extended all the way into the chest cavity, causing a deep resonance like the sound of distant tides.
"Eat one bite at a time, do one thing at a time... I can't wait for that day."
“I can’t wait for that day.”
"A particularly powerful and well-informed captain returned from his travels, bringing back all the best scenery, the best insights and memories, and the favorite gifts he collected on his journey, intact, and using them to do one thing."
"Use it for one thing." Ming Chi said softly, "to fulfill the promise of a journal that can record 20,000 things."
Ming Weiting was just giving an example at the time, but now he felt that the number was too small. He touched his ear and added: "At least."
"……At least."
Ming Chi laughed and nodded, "At least 20,000 things."
Ming Chi took a slow, deep breath. His ears felt hot, but he still sat up straight and asked, "Am I special?"
"Isn't it amazing?" Ming Chi said, "This will definitely happen in the future. One day, I will be a well-informed captain."
Ming Weiting nodded without hesitation. He never doubted this: "Yes."
Ming Chi breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and smiled: "That's all."
"I already have fifty IOUs, so I'll write another one."
Ming Chi immediately took Mr. Shadow's hand and wrote on it in a flourish: "Borrow something, you can exchange it for anything, anyway, I will definitely return it when the day comes."
He wrote on Ming Weiting's palm with his fingers. His right hand had recovered to be quite strong and flexible. He wrote so fast that it was almost impossible to make out what he was saying, but it just brought up an exceptionally soft warmth and tingling sensation.
Ming Weiting couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. He resisted the urge to clench his palm and hold that hand together: "What do you want to borrow?"
"Mr. Shadow." Mingchi said.
Ming Weiting agreed, waited for a while but heard nothing, then asked softly, "What?"
Ming Chi had already written the last few words. He bent his fingers and tapped a certain spot on his palm, reading each word one by one: "Ying, Zi, Xian, Sheng."
Ming Weiting was stunned for a moment before realizing that he wanted to borrow his own name.
Mingchi wrote the IOU that only he could see, signed his name quite fluently, and held the other person's hand to admire it for a while.
……some people.
Some people don't worry about having too much debt.
Although I haven’t even started writing the diary, I have already borrowed someone else’s name and plan to write in it every day.
Mingchi decided to write his first diary entry today. He had just finished writing the IOU and was already thinking about the content when he remembered that he had forgotten to ask the black-hearted lender: "Will you lend it to me?"
"Here." Ming Weiting was speechless, "Take them all."
Mr. Shadow, Lucky Fan, Mr. Ming, Ming Weiting.
Recently Mingchi likes to use a fox to compare him, so let’s add Mr. Fox.
You can also add "the apprentice who still hasn't learned how to make bread" and "the sea-view villa special tour bus".
Ming Weiting spread out his palms and specifically asked where he should sign his name, then imitated Ming Chi and signed his name seriously.
Now Mingchi was finally completely relieved and satisfied. He stood up by the edge of the bed and went to wash. Perhaps because he was in a particularly good mood, his right leg, which usually limped slightly without a cane, walked particularly smoothly today.
Ming Chi hummed a song while washing himself. Inspiration came so quickly that he took out a pencil and quickly wrote a melody on toilet paper.
It took him a little more time to figure out the direction of the melody. When he finally came out of the bathroom, Ming Weiting had already fallen asleep leaning against the head of the bed.
Ming Chi immediately stopped humming, tiptoed over, turned on the ambient light beside the bed, closed the floor-to-ceiling window to the terrace, and carefully pulled the curtains, leaving a small gap.
After doing this, he returned to the bed.
These days, Ming Weiting has not only been learning how to make bread and taking care of him, but has also been using the computer to handle work, which should be the follow-up processing of the shipwreck mentioned earlier.
…
These things are certainly not difficult for Mr. Ming. But if I add to that the inexplicable troubles of the past few days, and the thoughts and ideas that I had not fully explained to him until tonight, it is inevitable that my sleep quality will not be very good.
Mingchi picked up the computer on his lap and moved it gently to the bedside table next to him.
Ming Chi took the computer seat himself, looked carefully for a while, confirmed that Mr. Yingzi's breathing was still steady and calm, and quietly reached out to hug Ming Weiting's shoulders.
He gently pressed his forehead against Mr. Shadow's.
"Wait for me." Ming Chi whispered, "It will be quick."
It seems that it’s not Mr. Shadow’s problem, but he did accidentally stay in the bathroom for too long.
Mingchi looked at the sky revealed through the gap.
He did stay in the bathroom for a long time, so long that the moon outside the window had moved halfway, and a corner of the dark sky began to turn dark blue, with dawn faintly appearing at the edge.
It's summer now and the sun rises very early, which is common sense.
It is common sense that the tides come and go in cycles, rising and falling twice a day.
When the night ends, the day will surely dawn; when the sky gets dark, the moon will surely come out. These things don't change because of what happens that day, what the weather is like, whether there is a rainbow or fog.
"So sir, the ship will definitely dock."
Ming Chi's voice was very light: "I will definitely come back."
"When the time comes," Ming Chi said, "we will live our lives together as the sun rises and the moon sets."
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