When it comes to recovery, once you have a goal that you look forward to and must achieve no matter what, the progress will be faster than before.
On the tenth day after returning to Wanghai for recuperation, Mingchi, Mr. Yingzi, and Uncle Lu made luminous signposts on the nearby reefs, and also found the squirrel that Uncle Lu had mentioned before.
In the second week, Mingchi finally taught Mr. Shadow how to adjust the right amount of flour and water and knead them into a dough that would flow naturally and would not hurt people when hit.
Both the teaching parties were quite satisfied with the progress and even peeled pine nuts together in the evening. Because the semi-finished product was far from being bread, it was taken away by Uncle Lu who passed by and given to the kitchen to be made into pine nut corn.
Half a month later, Mingchi's wound had completely healed. The result of the follow-up examination was quite good. The lesion was removed very cleanly, and I also met the little girl who was already very lively. The family happily held the re-examination results and waved to Mingchi from afar.
The lucky fan's star-chasing plan was completed to page 17, and the black-hearted creditor finally received the first portrait work other than the landscape painting, which was a painting of the terrace that night.
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Art originates from reality but transcends reality. The picture is very similar to that night, but some details show differences.
Mr. Yingzi believes that the material of this recliner is too soft and the support is insufficient. If the scene is taken into consideration, it is actually impossible to make a posture that is both graceful and comfortable as shown in the picture.
Mingchi actually thought that he was a little anxious to pick up the pen, and his right hand had not been properly rehabilitated, so many details were inevitably vague.
But he is quite confident and firm about his visual memory: "It's just that handsome."
Ming Weiting sat on the sofa with him, appreciating the painting carefully. He turned sideways when he heard the words and asked, "Is it really that handsome?"
Ming Chi's wound has completely healed. Ming Weiting still habitually protects him with one hand. Both of them lean comfortably on the sofa, with his arms still resting behind his neck.
These days, he has been busy cleaning up the accident. Mr. Ming changed from casual clothes back into a shirt and suit. His tie was untied and a button on his collar was opened.
Mr. Shadow was learning and getting used to relaxing more and more. He turned his head to look at him, his gaze falling over him, a smile of curiosity hidden in his exploration.
This angle immediately became the new number one scene.
"Don't move." Mingchi immediately put his hands on Mr. Shadow's shoulders and looked him over carefully from top to bottom.
He had a preliminary idea for the next painting. He took his hand back, took out his notebook, and quickly wrote: "So handsome."
Ming Weiting was a little surprised, then laughed.
When Ming Chi was drawing him, he remained very serious, but he still said, "How can someone draw a picture for the person in front of them in the middle of a conversation?"
"It's a long story." Ming Chi buried his head in his pencil and scribbled, "How could someone open his eyes and find out that he owed 134 paintings?"
After saying this, Ming Chi stopped writing and counted, then updated the number: "One hundred and thirty-one."
The debt statement was posted in the bedroom, with three check marks on it. There were two landscapes and one portrait - in fact, there were other paintings as well, but Mingchi himself was not satisfied with it.
The two landscape paintings, one was a rocky beach at high tide under the moon that day, with the rippling waves reflecting the fireworks in the water, and the other was a dream that Mingchi had.
He dreamed that he was on the beach and the sun jumped into the sea before his eyes, burning the world red.
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"Mr. Shadow."
When Ming Chi handed the painting to the black-hearted creditor, he was still thinking about one thing: "It seems that there is more to this dream."
Ming Weiting carefully placed the painting on the table and was doing some basic cleaning. He found time to learn how to maintain oil paintings. The technique of applying varnish is much neater and more stable than kneading dough. "Anything else?"
Mingchi couldn't tell either. I just walked over to Mr. Shadow and watched the luster of turpentine evenly cover the picture.
"Be careful not to choke." Ming Weiting held the scrub brush and used his free hand to gently rub his hair, "You'll cough."
Mingchi's hair grows very fast. He doesn't have a scar-prone physique, and the surgery involved subcutaneous sutures, so there is almost no visible scar left.
The current length is not enough to create any hairstyle, but it feels very good and once you get your hands on it, it’s hard to let it go.
Ming Weiting patiently spread a thin layer of varnish. He asked Ming Chi to stand upwind and changed to a wide brush to dip it in the varnish.
Mingchi watched Mr. Shadow do these things carefully, and thought of the fiery red and hot dream again - he thought this was probably a scene that really existed.
He sat on the beach by the sea, and not only he sat on the beach by the sea.
Someone hugged him from behind, held his hand, and slowly helped him write his new name.
The force was extremely cautious and solemn, like a judgment that happened quietly and had decisive effect. He was sentenced to life imprisonment in that trial.
Mingchi is actually not afraid of the smell of turpentine. In the past, he would take care of the paintings himself and apply varnish himself. As long as the smell was not strong enough to choke his nose, he thought the smell was pleasant, so his aunt would justifiably feed it to the squirrels as snacks.
Mr. Shadow's technique is more delicate than his. Mingchi was mainly responsible for rubbing the head. He stood by the table, watching the brush dipped in turpentine moving across the canvas, looking at the dream he had painted.
In fact, the dream contained much richer and broader scenes than the pictures. He thought that this was probably the content that he had specially depicted in his mind before the operation and reviewed it over and over again to memorize it.
Anyway, if he were to go back to the period before the operation, knowing that everything that happened would soon be forgotten, he would definitely do the same.
...Mingchi thought about that dream for a long time that day.
It took so long that Mr. Shadow had already applied two coats of varnish, and the sun and wind worked together to dry the varnish. Together they took the painting to a ventilated and dry room for storage, then washed their hands and studied how to make bread.
Mr. Shadow, who was learning how to make bread, learned by analogy and brushed oil on the dough in the same way as brushing varnish - but apart from this step, the rest of the progress was not smooth.
But that was totally okay, as neither of them seemed too anxious.
The smell of turpentine is not easy to get rid of. That night they went back to the bedroom to sleep. Even though they had already taken a shower, there still seemed to be a faint scent of pine lingering around.
The wind that night was quite gentle and the temperature was just right, so comfortable that turning on the air conditioner seemed a waste of resources, so they did not completely close the floor-to-ceiling windows on the terrace.
The wind lifted the curtains a little, and the moonlight slipped in. In the faint scent of pine, Mingchi had a series of dreams.
This time was different from the past few days. What he dreamed about was not the things in the past that he had forgotten but which left a vague impression in his subconscious due to repeated recitation and description.
He dreamed that he and Mr. Shadow were sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, Uncle Lu was sitting on the other side wearing glasses and reading a newspaper, and the firewood in the fireplace was burning with a crackling sound.
In the dream they all became older than they are now. Uncle Lu put down the newspaper, leaned back on the sofa and looked at them with a smile. The scent of pine wood was soft and warm. They seemed to be peeling pine nuts while chatting. A squirrel jumped out from somewhere and ran away with one in its arms.
He dreamed that Mr. Shadow's hand was between him and the sofa, and they leaned back comfortably, thinking of nothing, lazily doing nothing.
Mr. Shadow turned to look at him, his eyes warmed by the fire, and Shadow's shadow fell into his eyes.
Mingchi finished the pencil draft. This time he left a place for himself in the painting and used lines to frame the complete scene.
Mingchi thought that he knew what to draw next.
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For the next short period of time, Mr. Ming also started to get busy.
In the normal development trajectory of most things, the busiest parts are usually the beginning and the end - at the beginning you have to come up with an appropriate response and confirm all subsequent rules. There aren't usually so many things to decide at the end, but the items are numerous and the details are trivial, so they are particularly energy-intensive.
Ming Weiting expected to be away from home for three to five days, but in fact he had a lot of work to do at home.
A lot of documents were delivered in the past two weeks, and Minglu also went out several times, bringing back several boxes of letters that required Mr. Ming to write or sign.
Mr. Ming was trapped in the study.
"Captain, you don't have to do this." Ming Lu lowered his voice and quietly reassured the new captain of the Ming family, "Only the master has to do it."
The steward of the Ming family didn't need to do all this. He should not be too obvious in his attitude of watching the fire from the other side of the river, and even pulled the young master to sit beside him to peel pine nuts.
Mingchi was still quite kind after all. He tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth and handed over a handful of peeled pine nuts. I was also held down at the table and rubbed Mr. Ming's hair for thirty seconds to relieve stress.
Ming Chi fixed his hair, went back to sit next to Uncle Lu, and asked quietly, "Is being a teacher always so tiring?"
Minglu was peeling a pine nut. Hearing this, he looked at him and suddenly smiled.
Mingchi was a little curious and blinked.
"When I was little, I asked the same question."
Minglu said: "At that time, Mr.'s father had just finished his work, and the lady was rubbing his forehead."
Ming Weiting stopped writing for a moment, looked up and said, "Uncle Lu, I don't remember such a thing happening."
"At that time, the teacher was only two and a half years old, and he would fall down when walking." The 70-year-old steward Ming calmly added, "But he could swim very well."
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Some people's eyes lit up when they heard "two and a half years old", and they sat up straight immediately. They also took out pencils and notes because they were worried that their short-term memory was unstable.
Ming Weiting was silent for a moment, then stood up and walked over, putting his hands on Ming Chi's ears.
Ming Chi put down the pine nuts in his hand and held Mr. Ming's hand.
He exchanged glances with Uncle Lu, remained serious, hid his smile, and looked up to discuss with his teacher: "Just listen to a short clip."
“You can choose content after the age of twelve.”
Ming Weiting lowered his head and discussed with him: "When I was two and a half years old, I probably wasn't calm enough."
This time Mingchi used all his strength to suppress his laughter. He coughed a few times, pursed his lips and raised his head, blatantly wanting to say something but stopping himself.
Ming Weiting thought for a while and sighed: "Oh no."
"Some people read their lips," Ming Weiting said. "We need to find a way to cover their eyes as well."
After all, Ming Weiting only had two hands. After thinking of a plan, he simply went around to Ming Chi, covered Ming Chi's ears with his hands, and hid him in his arms.
Some people couldn't bear it anymore and laughed so hard that they fell off their chairs. They stood up and pulled Mr. Ming to sit down with them: "Mr. Shadow, even if you are the coolest person in the world, you will still fall when you walk on flat ground when you are two and a half years old."
Ming Weiting was pulled by Ming Chi to sit down, with a cup of freshly brewed herbal tea in his hand and a smile in his eyes.
Even if you have never been exposed to parenting knowledge and have almost no contact with human individuals of this age, you can still roughly guess this.
He just liked this atmosphere, a feeling he had never experienced before.
He has been in charge of independent routes on the ship since he was a teenager. Sometimes he would see the guests chatting and the family talking on the deck while enjoying the scenery. He could guess that the most relaxing situation was not like it is now.
The sofa in the study was a bit soft, so Ming Weiting took the cushion and placed it behind Ming Chi's waist: "Really?"
"Really." Manager Ming, who is well-informed, nodded beside him, "When he was four and a half years old, his teeth would fall out and he would have a lisp when he spoke."
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Mr. Mingjia put down his cold tea, wanted to stand up from the sofa, and go back to his desk to sign.
Minglu also smiled more and made a gesture to Mingchi. The young master of the Ming family immediately understood what Mr. Ming meant and put his hand into his hand which had just put down the herbal tea.
Ming Weiting had been holding the pen almost non-stop for several days, but when Ming Chi pushed his hand in, he sat back down involuntarily.
He cupped that hand in his palm, raised his free hand and knocked Ming Chi's forehead, sighing softly: "How could I be led astray by Uncle Lu."
The force of the hand knocking down was quite gentle, but Mingchi was not nervous at all. He narrowed his eyes and lowered his head slightly to let him knock.
"Sir, you should relax more." Minglu said, "When your father relaxes, he will take his wife to set off fireworks."
For example, the youngest Mr. Ming in the history of the Ming family, the current Mr. Ming, asked this question when he was two and a half years old.
When my wife was still alive, Mr. Ming's temperament was almost completely different from what it was later.
Ming Weiting does not have a close impression of his father. There have never been any conflicts or injuries between them. His family memories are too warm and intimate.
The relationship between him and Mr. Shangdai is like that of an ordinary father and son on the shore - the father devotes both his body and mind to work, the son has an independent and steady temperament, and family members care about each other, but this concern is usually not expressed. In addition, due to the flight routes, they are together less and apart more often, so the relationship between them naturally becomes distant.
There is a lot of helplessness in causing this situation. The Ming family has a special status on the high seas. To be a "master", one must be able to be completely independent, and warmth has to be ranked very far behind.
...Besides. Minglu paused in his narration and stopped to think for a while.
Besides, the previous gentleman really liked the lady.
After Ming Weiting asked the question that day, Mr. Shangdai's reaction was to ask his wife whether being Mr. Ming's wife was always so tiring.
Before boarding the ship, the lady was the most disobedient one in the scholarly family. There are a lot of writers and professors in the family, and the girls are all elegant and gentle. Occasionally, they take a cruise to relax and vacation, and they happen to meet the previous generation’s husband who is on the ship himself.
They were both in their early twenties at that time, and Minglu didn't really know what happened at the beginning - anyway, he was asked by Mr. Shangdai to help, and the two of them sat there for a whole night, pulling each other's hair and giving advice, when it was actually the last day of that route.
There were actually quite a few twists and turns in what happened afterwards. A family like this would not interfere with their children's feelings, but they would not feel at ease with a strange person who was drifting on the sea without a fixed place to live and whose identity was unknown... But fortunately, the final result was finally satisfactory.
The previous gentleman left a note, deciding to leave the choice entirely to his wife and wait at the port until eight o'clock. Just after 7:57, the lady came running over breathlessly, dragging a suitcase. She shouted Minglu and threw the suitcase at him, then jumped onto the gentleman's boat by grabbing the hem of her skirt.
The wife actually didn't know that her husband planned to wait until 6 p.m. that day, and then wait another eight hours.
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So after Ming Weiting asked this question, Mr. Shangdai suddenly remembered that his wife had not gone out to play for a long time since she followed him and became Mr. Ming's wife.
When Ming Weiting heard this, he suddenly had a vague impression: "After that, my father and mother disappeared for a month."
He couldn't remember things from when he was two or three years old, but it was very rare for Mr. Ming to suddenly disappear for a month without any news at all.
Even though he and Uncle Lu stayed at the port for such a long time this time, they had a clear whereabouts. People on the high seas also knew that the Ming family was dealing with the shipwreck. If there was any urgent matter that required his intervention, they would try to ask someone to bring a letter over.
But during that month, no one could find the previous generation of the Ming family, Mr. and Mrs.
With Uncle Lu in charge, the Ming family's prestige on the high seas was not enough to last for more than a month, and in fact, nothing went wrong. However, this incident caused some people to panic and was often mentioned later.
"The master arranged those chores and sneaked away with his wife to have fun."
Minglu smiled, and added, whether intentionally or unintentionally, "It's not about diving, raising conchs, fishing, or watching the sunrise and sunset."
Mr. Ming held the young master's hand, sat on the sofa, held the herbal tea and raised his eyes.
Minglu coughed lightly, stopped joking, and continued to talk.
Mr. and Mrs. Daidai left the two-and-a-half-year-old Ming Weiting to Minglu for their belated honeymoon. They felt lonely without anyone to witness the moment, so they kept sending videos and photos to Minglu.
The gentleman accompanied his wife to a masquerade ball and to a rather childish water park, which Mr. Ming was absolutely not suitable for. Go explore the dense forests on the island and dance with the local natives on the sparks from the campfire.
The husband took his wife flying over the sea on a hang glider. The water vapor from the sea surface puffed up at them, and they flew together through the schools of fish jumping out of the water.
"There are also fireworks." Minglu said, "It's not the fireworks show prepared by the cruise ship, but the madam herself. The fireworks will be reflected in the water, and they will chase the shadows of the places where they are reflected... Sir, you were also held in your arms and played with them when you were a child."
Ming Weiting sat on the sofa and didn't speak immediately.
He really had no memory of these things. His mother had passed away when he was old enough to remember. After that, his father became serious and silent. He always looked very tired and often looked at him in a daze without saying a word.
He has always been like this, and in fact he has never thought there is anything wrong with getting along this way... It's just that Uncle Lu rarely mentions these things, and after listening to them, he suddenly understood his father completely.
If he and Mingchi were forced to separate forever - this assumption was of course not a good one, and it would never happen except in sixty, seventy or more years - but if it did happen, he would have no more enthusiasm for life than his father for a long time afterwards.
"Okay." Minglu finished speaking and stood up with a smile, "Sir, it's time to go out."
Ming Weiting frowned: "So fast?"
“When we chat, time goes by very quickly.”
Minglu opened his pocket watch and looked at it. "There will be a press conference at 3:00 pm. After that, I will meet with several print media. Then there are some deals with the cruise company that need to be discussed."
The response and handling of this accident were perfect. All the injured were discharged safely from the hospital. The captain who failed to perform his duties resigned and will be held accountable according to law. The cruise company under the Ming family took the initiative to contact for compensation and has provided a considerable degree of compensation for the losses of all passengers and crew members.
But it is a shipwreck after all, and the impact it has caused cannot be erased so quickly. The cruise company still needs to show considerable sincerity to gradually dispel the panic and anxiety left in the public's mind.
These were all scheduled long ago. Ming Weiting will stay outside for the next few days, and Ming Lu will also need to go out with him, leaving Ming Chi to look after the house alone.
Ming Chi sat on the sofa, met Mr. Shadow's gaze, and immediately raised his hand to prove himself: "I am two years and two hundred and fifty-four months old."
Ming Weiting was speechless, squatted down and tapped his forehead: "Eat well."
Ming Chi also slid down from the sofa quickly, squatted face to face, and held hands with Mr. Ming in a very childish manner: "Sleep well."
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Minglu went out and told the driver to park the car at the door and wait.
He said this, of course, not specifically to make his husband dwell on the past. After arranging the car to pick him up, he tiptoed to the door.
This time, the gentleman and the young master seem to be a little less mature than the gentleman and the lady of the previous generation.
For example, when two people said goodbye, they actually squatted in front of the sofa, head to head, and held hands.
Minglu remained calm, gestured for someone to go out and prepare, and approach the door.
"Masquerade, water park."
The Ming family's teacher really learned everything. He reminded Ming Chi to write it down in his notepad and asked in a low voice, "Do you like hang gliding?"
Mingchi really thought about this problem carefully.
If his aunt were here, she would love it and would be eager to try it out right away…but considering the experiences of being dragged by his aunt to go surfing, bungee jumping, skydiving and ziplining, he was actually a little scared.
At least I'm still scared for now. He thought that he might like extreme sports in the future and enjoy the thrill of adrenaline rush, but if he dared to do so in the next few months, Dean Xun might be so worried that he would come and take him back to the hospital.
Ming Chi hesitated for a long time, lowered his voice, and whispered: "Let's pass this first..."
Ming Weiting immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
He was not good at hang gliding either. Although his father had trained him many times, he was always not very steady when he came down from the hang glider and might fall flat on his face.
After so many years, this situation may not happen again, but the psychological trauma left behind is still inevitable.
"That's enough." Ming Weiting raised his hand, held his head and neck and rubbed it gently, "Flame."
Mingchi put down the notepad and looked up.
"I have to go out to do something and may not be back for a few days. If you are bored these days, you can take a look at the letters you wrote. They are all in my computer."
Ming Weiting paused for a while when he said this.
He recalled Uncle Lu's reminder and made a special distinction between the fireworks display and the cruise ship's fireworks display: "When I come back, can I hold you and chase the fireworks?"
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