The sun sets late in summer.
On the way to the cruise ship docked at the port, Xun Zhen also saw a group of lively young people singing with guitars on the beach dyed golden by the sunset.
At first glance, you can tell that many of them are in this line of work. They have a bright appearance, nice voices, and excellent professional qualities.
It's a bit of a pity that the nature of the party was too strong. In order not to isolate the management who were out of tune, the music repertoire was not much different from that of KTV.
This is a public beach and they don't mind anyone coming over to play with them. Quite a few tourists have already come over to listen.
Xun Zhen also stopped to listen for a while, and happened to see the young man at the press conference that day being knocked out briefly by a can of beer, and holding his agent in melancholy: "That cruise ship! Such a big cruise ship! Why is it so hard to get a ticket!"
"I've seen it all, but I just can't get a ticket!" The young man asked several tourists, and they all heard that the other side had tickets. They held their empty beer cans and were heartbroken, "It seems like we are the only ones in the world who didn't get a ticket!"
…
Xun Zhen is the only one in the world who hasn’t gotten a ticket.
Although Captain Ming had assured him that he would do his best, he himself was not even aware of the existence of this route. After listening to Xun Zhen's explanation of the details, he even took out his cell phone and wanted to grab it.
Xun Zhen suddenly felt extremely melancholy. He came to his senses, sighed, and quietly left the bustling crowd.
Such a big cruise ship, some people not only saw it, but even got on it in advance.
But some people still failed to get tickets.
Xun Zhen was led from the dock onto the boat. Watching the crew members who were already in place rearranging the cruise ship in an orderly manner, and the colorful light strips lighting up in the darkening sky, the regret and melancholy not only did not dispel, but even became more obvious than before.
Minglu had just watched the boatswain debug some equipment, and when he returned to the deck to see Xun Zhen, he saw Fang Zheng sighing at the sea: "Dean Xun?"
"Mingchi is in good condition, but his sleeping state is still a little unstable and needs to be adjusted." Xun Zhen knew what he was going to ask and spoke first, "I just came from him."
Minglu came over and nodded: "Sir will be here later."
There are a lot of things to deal with outside. They have been away from home for four days. Probably it is not just the young master of the Ming family who needs to adjust his sleeping state.
When they are not at home, Mingchi's natural caring calmness will be particularly obvious. Not only can she take good care of others, she can also take good care of herself. In fact, her husband doesn't have to worry about her at all.
But Minglu could still see her husband making phone calls and sending messages every night. Sometimes they would chat, and sometimes Mingchi would play guitar for him over the phone. They both tacitly agreed not to mention the letters, nor did they ask Mingchi what he knew from the letters.
It takes a short while for Mingtian to process them individually. Just like the route has crossed the vast ocean and reached the last short section, starting to test the waters and dock at the port, every step must be done with caution and care.
……only.
I thought about the time of the phone call last night, the length of time between when my husband hung up and when he went to bed, and compared it with the rich experience I had accumulated with the previous husband many years ago.
Minglu turned around to look at the sea and coughed calmly.
Today is the last day, and I can go home after I finish my work.
The cruise ship is about to sail at the end of the month, and there are only a few days left. After all, they still need to do the final verification and debugging, especially the safety of navigation, and must ensure that there will be no hidden dangers.
Ming Weiting personally brought the safety manager to do the acceptance before sailing. The inspection was detailed and it would take some time for it to come.
Xun Zhen of course completely understood, but he still couldn't help but sigh: "Your company's tickets are too hard to get."
Ming Lu looked at him and smiled. He paused before saying, "If the young master is willing to join the ship, there will be some invitation quotas."
"Really?" Xun Zhen's eyes lit up. "He is willing. He wanted to grab a ticket before I came."
It was Xun Zhen who reminded him that the passengers on the previous trip could get upgraded free tickets, and only then did Ming Chi stop and concentrate on making a list of the luggage he would take on the long journey.
Xun Zhen actually didn't expect that Mr. Ming was still worried about this: "Why would he not want to? He is really looking forward to it and even asked me what I should bring when I go out to play."
Minglu smiled, said nothing, and just nodded.
Xun Zhen thought about it for a while, and suddenly understood: "That's right."
Although the analogy may not be appropriate...but when he was pursuing his lover and booked tickets to go out and play together, he would be so nervous that he would toss and turn and couldn't sleep at all before he really got that definite answer.
——It’s one thing to know that the other party will most likely agree.
Even if you understand and know the other person's temper and the response they will give, before you really get that response, you will still feel completely uncontrollable anxiety and anticipation.
This kind of mood is hard to associate with Mr. Ming, but it is also a stereotype.
If you are lucky enough to meet someone very important, everything will be different in front of each other.
...Just like Captain Ming, who was calm, sharp, gentle in his words and deeds in front of him, the head nurse said that as soon as he was in front of the family members, he would immediately turn into a small kettle of hot red water.
Xun Zhen couldn't be sure of the relationship between the two people for the time being. But seeing them together, he felt that this matter didn't seem to be that important, and it didn't have to be figured out right away: "Ming, Manager - I came here for another matter."
Minglu nodded, indicating that he could speak freely.
Xun Zhen knew that he probably misunderstood what he meant, so he smiled and took something out of his pocket: "As Ming Chi's friend... I don't know how to deal with this, and I don't know whether I should give it to him."
He wrapped the thing in a handkerchief and placed it on the table.
Xun Zhen unfolded the handkerchief to reveal the pendant inside - if you look closely, you will find that the pendant is actually very roughly made, and it is inlaid with just a small piece of photochromic glass.
"The patient who was hospitalized with me recently wanted to find this. I asked someone to follow him for a while and roughly understood what was going on."
Xun Zhen said: "This is what was left behind by Madam Ren's car."
The car was destroyed and this was all that was left of the wreckage.
At that time, Luo Zhi took it out, made it into a pendant and always carried it with her, treating it as her home.
Ren Chenbai only investigated to this point and didn't know where the pendant ended up. The surveillance cameras in the villa could not capture her, and there was no one around Luo Zhi at the time, and she has no way of recovering this memory now.
After completing today's return visit, Ming Chi heard that Xun Zhen was going to the dock, so he pointed him to a shortcut that few people knew about, and sent him out of the villa along the small gravel path covered by trees in the garden.
When Xun Zhen and Ming Chi said goodbye and were about to leave, they discovered the rusty mailbox that was hidden away.
"Occupational disease, the scene is too typical." Xun Zhen curled his lips slightly. He had been thinking about this matter these days - the door, the rusty mailbox and the way to leave. These scenes, which are the most ordinary in normal times, may become an abrupt farewell at that time.
That's why there are always people lingering around road signs and boundary markers, why some people leave at the moment of closing the door, and why some people put keys that no longer belong to them into the mailbox.
The process of saying goodbye may be extremely long, but actually saying "goodbye" usually only takes a moment.
Xun Zhen spent some more time and asked someone to help him open the mailbox and discovered what was inside.
Luo Zhi finally returned it to Wanghai Villa.
…
When Xun Zhen reached this point in his explanation, he noticed Ming Weiting had come over, so he stopped talking and greeted him.
Ming Weiting seemed to have been standing nearby for a while, so he didn't need to repeat himself and walked to the table: "What's the appropriate way to do it?"
"Once we're friends, we can't provide psychological counseling because we'll always have concerns."
Xun Zhen pressed his forehead and smiled helplessly: "I don't want him to be sad because of this, but this is undoubtedly very important to him...so I brought it here."
Ming Weiting sat down at the table and looked at the pendant lying quietly in the handkerchief.
"Mingchi." Xun Zhen hesitated for a moment, but still reminded, "He should remember that car."
Mrs. Ren had given him that car ten years ago.
Mingchi should remember this incident. He should remember that he had a car, but now it is gone - this incident cannot be unimportant to him.
But during these days, Ming Chi never asked Ming Weiting and Ming Lu where their car had gone.
He guessed that something bad must have happened here, and Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu certainly didn't know how to talk to him about it, so he didn't ask.
But he couldn't help thinking about it.
When Xun Zhen went to see those paintings, he didn't actually analyze the composition and color specifically - Mingchi had recovered quite well, and apart from the obvious difference in color style from the past, there was nothing to worry about.
…
However, Mingchi himself probably didn't realize that the paint color of the car was hidden in these paintings.
Ming Weiting understood what Xun Zhen meant and nodded: "I'll give it to him."
Xun Zhen hesitated: "Is it appropriate?"
"It's not suitable right now." Ming Weiting rewrapped the pendant and put it in his coat pocket. "Maybe it will take a few days."
This time they discussed business with the multinational jewelry group. There will be a shop on the cruise ship, and professional jewelers will be on site to make and process the jewelry. There will be corresponding cooperation on other routes in the future.
Ming Weiting just had a long-distance call with the founder of the opposite company today. The designer and goldsmith sent by the opposite company have already arrived: "The silver setting for the inlay is of low quality and poor workmanship. I will find someone to modify it."
Xun Zhen was speechless for a few seconds before he said, "It must be very bad. He just found someone to do it on the street... I mean, sir."
Xun Zhen hesitated for a moment, but quickly spoke: "After all, this is an unpleasant memory. Even if he no longer remembers what happened, seeing this will let him know that the car really can't be brought back."
Xun Zhen whispered, "I'm a little worried. What if something goes wrong——"
Ming Weiting shook his head: "No, he is very powerful."
Xun Zhen was stunned.
"He's awesome," Ming Weiting said. "He's even cooler than anyone thought."
Xun Zhen was stunned for a long while this time.
He suddenly tapped his head, came back to his senses from his groundless worry, smiled and shook his head.
...If you rely on your imagination alone, this sentence doesn't sound like what Mr. Ming would say, but it sounds like it when you say it out loud.
The rules in the industry still make sense, and being friends does affect the professionalism of psychological counseling.
His performance just now was even worse than that of the patient's family.
Perhaps only family members who are equally steadfast and provide unreserved trust can help the patient they are preparing to award the "Best Patient" award to recover so quickly.
Recovered so quickly, became strong again so quickly.
"How could I forget." Xun Zhen smiled, "He is so cool."
…
"Of course, my brother is the coolest!"
Xiang Luan was pinched by his manager and fed sobering soup. He quickly regained his spirits and sat on a rock to explain to some young artists who had just joined the company: "With him around, you don't have to be afraid of anything!"
"Anyway, if you ask him for help, he will definitely find a solution. If there is no solution, he will also be able to find a solution for you." Xiang Luan raised the guitar in his hand, "He is also very good at playing guitar."
These young artists have all joined the company recently and are about the same age as Xiang Luan when she first came. Many of them made the switch with the support of their family.
Huaisheng Entertainment's artist contracts are quite lenient, with no restrictions on staying or leaving, and there are dedicated teachers to help them balance their studies and train professional skills - these things have always existed before, but they were drowned out by the negative news that was difficult to distinguish between true and false, and only now are they gradually becoming known to more people.
With such generous treatment, it is natural that there will be a lot of people coming. But Li Weiming has taught them a lesson, and this time they are being extremely cautious in selecting the artists.
Fang Hang specifically asked Kuang Li for help. The management held repeated meetings for several days to improve the loopholes left by the previous overly lenient approach and added a number of more reliable and detailed plans.
Xiang Luan still had a headache when he heard this. He was thrown here by his agent to lead these newcomers, and he didn't know how to say those official words, so he couldn't help but chat with them: "My brother also taught me to play guitar and treated me to hot pot."
There are also two guitarists among the young artists, and their idols are Xiang Luan. When they heard this, their eyes widened: "Brother Luan, is Xiao Luo better than you?"
"Of course! You haven't seen the video?" Xiang Luan immediately took out his phone and played it live, "Watch it now. I have a pure enjoyment version."
Xiang Luan held one in each hand and pulled the two young guitarists over: "Look at the harmonic finger swings here. I can't get the fluency and control at the moment. And this natural Plam. Look at the string tapping..."
Among the artists of Huaisheng Entertainment, all those who can play the guitar admire their President Luo. Even singers who don't mainly play instruments but sing first have discussed a lot the tunes and songs written by Luo Zhi herself.
Ever since the original video masters were released, many fanatical guitarists like Xiang Luan have been chasing after them, and newcomers to the company have basically been educated on them.
The agent was used to it and passed by with two large arms full of skewers. He took away a few confused young actors and left the guitarist to communicate among himself.
When the agent came back, there were two more fanatical guitarists.
…
The two new guitarists were holding Xiang Luan's mobile phone, concentrating on studying hand shape and fingering, and were discussing it heatedly.
Instead, Xiang Luan sat on a rock, staring at the setting sun in a daze.
He didn't show any of the excitement he had just shown when talking about Amway. Instead, he looked a little mature and calm, which was rare. When the two young guitarists excitedly called him "Brother Luan" and "Brother Luan", he just smiled and said nothing.
The agent looked around and couldn't find the beer can, so he raised his hand and waved it in front of him.
Xiang Luan's eyes suddenly lit up, then he came to his senses, saw who was coming, and slowly pursed his lips.
"What happened?" the agent asked, "Did they steal your phone?"
Xiang Luan shook his head.
It took him a long time to speak, his voice was very low and nasal: "I miss my brother."
The agent was stunned and looked at him carefully.
Xiang Luanzheng was feeling unsatisfied by himself and didn't want to be seen at all, so he squatted on a rock, lowered his head and buried his face in his arms.
The agent rarely took him away, but found a flat rock to sit down and watched the two young guitarists who were enthusiastically gesticulating and discussing.
"Was I like that at the time?" Xiang Luan remained motionless for a long time before he raised his head and looked behind him. "How childish! Does my brother think we are childish?"
The agent shook his head.
"You were not childish then." The agent thought for a while and splashed water on him to wake him up. "You are still childish now. I will definitely change the group next time I draw lots. I will be a dog if I lead this group of fifteen to nineteen-year-olds again."
Xiang Luan's mood seemed to have recovered a little. He rubbed his head and grinned twice.
The agent didn't hear him talk back, but instead felt uneasy and patted him on the shoulder: "The general manager really likes to see you guys making trouble."
"I wanted to control you more strictly, militarization would be best."
The agent said, "The general manager pleaded for you... He said it's only a few years. Don't think about anything messy, just chase your dreams, and make a fuss when you're happy. How great."
Of course, Mr. Luo never favors one over another. After that meeting, all agents and teams responsible for the under-20 age group received salary increases, and "worry fee" was even clearly written on the pay slip.
If the agent hadn't bowed down for such a small amount of money, he would have switched to the adult group long ago: "Let's talk about it later."
"Besides... the management has to act a bit cool in front of you guys." The agent told him some gossip, "Actually, they're not much more mature than you guys."
"The management team doesn't need to be polite when they have their own gatherings. They just stir up trouble for everything, and the general manager joins them in making trouble."
The agent said, "Didn't you also watch the video of the sunrise?"
Xiang Luan was just thinking about watching a video of the sunrise, and that was the first thing he saw when he took out his phone to look for it. He didn't know why, but he suddenly started to feel uncomfortable.
"The general manager is not much more mature than you are," the agent said. "He is not much older than you are."
The worry fee is not a bad thing at all. The agent also has to provide psychological counseling to these young artists every day. Just as he was thinking about what to say, he was startled by Xiang Luan's expression: "What's wrong? Why are you crying again?!"
"I don't know either. I just do." Xiang Luan ruffled his hair. He sniffed to avoid embarrassing himself in front of the newcomers. "I just remembered this."
"I'll be twenty soon, in another three years."
"Three years go by so fast, brother. Three years have gone by in a flash. I was just thinking about when I was that age."
Xiang Luan was pulled by his agent to wipe his face with a tissue. He turned his head away and looked at the sea. He also wiped his eyes with his sleeves and tried to open his eyes wide to look at the sea.
He just suddenly thought about this.
Twenty-three years old was so close to him, he felt that his life had just begun.
His mother thought that he was not serious about playing guitar and singing, and she was very angry because he ran away to participate in a competition. His father also played in a band when he was young, and he begged for mercy while hiding him behind him.
"Life is so long, just let him have some fun, let him do something he likes, let him have fun for a few years." Dad winked at him, and each of them pinched mom's shoulders, "There are still decades to be serious in the future, there's no rush..."
The agent listened to Xiang Luan's messy speech, as if he didn't understand what he wanted to say, but also seemed to understand.
"That's how it is," the agent said. "A lifetime is still a long way off."
"Didn't you always believe that the general manager was fine? I tell you, I believe it now."
The agent patted his shoulder and said, "We are all waiting for him to come back, so it won't take too long. Don't worry..."
Remembering what Manager Fang had told them, the agent hesitated. He was about to whisper a few words to him, but suddenly Xiang Luan held his arm hard.
The agent was startled: "What's wrong?"
"There are a few people over there, coming for me." Xiang Luan whispered, "It doesn't look like a good thing."
The agent frowned and looked up.
Huaisheng Entertainment has made many enemies recently, so it is not surprising that it is targeted.
Some people who can only hide in the dark forever will never learn to reflect even if they are punished for their evil deeds, but will only retaliate out of anger and shame.
The Security Department's workload has doubled compared to usual, but this can't continue forever. This team building may not be without this purpose. Rather than making every person who is alone unsafe, it is better for everyone to appear in the public eye together, draw out those with bad intentions, and clean them up all at once.
The agent was originally worried that they were too far away and would be left alone, so he wanted to bring these people back to the main group. However, he accidentally chatted with Xiang Luan for a while and didn't notice that it was already getting dark.
This place is not close to the main force. If we go there together, we will be blocked halfway.
Xiang Luan kept calming himself down, thinking over and over again what Luo Zhi would do if she were here: "Come at me, boring."
"Brother, take them away from the crowd." Xiang Luan said, "I'll go find Manager Fang."
The 19-year-old singer squatted on a rock, his eyes still red and tear marks on his face, but his expression had quickly calmed down and cooled down.
This is the most appropriate way. Those people are not far away, and it is too late to call for help or the police.
The agent frowned, nodded, and stood up, not forgetting to whisper to him: "Don't suffer a loss, I remember you learned free fighting, right?"
Xiang Luan grinned slightly but said nothing.
The agent patted his arm, picked up the two young artists one in each hand, threw the phone to Xiang Luan, and walked quickly towards another group of tourists.
Xiang Luan jumped off the stone and ran towards Fang Hang and the others.
Those people immediately sped up, and some of them took a shortcut around the rocks to block him.
After running towards Luan for a while, he found that the road had been blocked by people with weapons, so he immediately changed direction and continued running, checking the situation nearby as he ran.
The sun was about to set, the sky darkened, and the scenery around became different from that in the daytime.
Xiang Luan soon discovered that the nearby reefs and trees had become unfamiliar, but he still couldn't completely get rid of those people. He could only continue to turn wherever he saw a road, taking out his cell phone to call the police while running.
"If my brother were here." Xiang Luan kept repeating in a low voice, "If my brother were here, if my brother were here..."
He tried his best to think like Luo Zhi and think about how to deal with the current problem.
These people either wanted to get some dirty information about him getting into fights or something like that, or they just wanted to take revenge on him for something he had said before.
If it was for the sake of scandal, he would try not to do anything and would not bring discredit to the company at this time - if it was purely for revenge, he would have to protect his hands and would never get hurt in such a place.
He had heard before that a guitarist had his hand smashed by someone seeking revenge, and later quit the industry and changed his career.
There were more and more people nearby. Xiang Luan hid behind a rock and glanced at the people who were still looking for him. He grinned and cursed in a low voice, "Trash."
He didn't regret what he had done or said at all. If he had to do it again, he would do it again. He prepared a draft in advance to scold those trash.
Those people were getting closer and closer. After chasing for so long, these people were already tired and annoyed, and there were more dirty curses on their mouths.
Either they were shouting that they wanted to teach him a lesson, or they were clamoring to destroy him. It seemed that no matter what, it was the second choice.
Xiang Luan estimated his own physical strength and decided to save up some strength to strike first before he could no longer run. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and leaned forward.
These people seemed to be hired thugs looking for trouble. Someone noticed his movements immediately: "Here! The little bastard is quite good at running - don't let him get away, block him!"
Xiang Luan made a "Pooh" sound and was about to take action when he suddenly froze.
He stood there with his eyes wide open.
The fierce attitude that had just been brewing disappeared in an instant. Xiang Luan raised his hand, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then pulled his face hard.
…
It turns out that not all the people nearby were trying to block his way.
In addition to the thugs, there were several people who looked quite capable in fighting and well-trained in their moves. Judging from their body shapes and geographical locations, they were either bodyguards or sailors.
Those thugs who were cursing and swearing just now said they were going to kill him, but when they met a strong and powerful figure head-on, no one dared to say a word. They just stood there with pale faces.
Xiang Luan also lifts weights, and what he admires most is this kind of strong and sturdy body. He can't take his eyes off it every time he sees it. But he had no time to care about that now - he had no time to move his eyes over there.
He couldn't think of anything now, he just pinched his face hard.
Xiang Luan probably pinched his own face until it turned blue. He took a few sips of cool air and slowly put his hand down.
The person who blocked his way came over, with a helpless smile in his eyes, and sighed softly: "How can you run so fast?"
The opponent had probably been forced to walk a long way around, with some sweat on his forehead. His right leg was a little lame when he walked, and he took a few deep breaths, putting half of his strength on the cane in his right hand.
But it didn't affect anything at all - Xiang Luan widened his eyes. Although he pinched his face until it turned blue, he still suspected that this was a dream.
In the dream, he encountered a very exciting chase. He led the people away calmly and made almost no mistakes except that he accidentally got lost and had no idea how to get out.
In the dream, his brother saw someone bullying him and came all the way to find him. He was also led around in this reef for a long time without any care.
Xiang Luan stood there motionless, not daring to breathe, and stared at the figure in front of him with his mouth tightly closed.
…It has no impact at all.
Please, no one will think there is something wrong with the combination of trench coat, shirt and cane.
The sky had tactfully darkened, and the sunlight that came down was a bright golden color that seemed endless. The person I have been dreaming about every day recently came out. The sound of his cane hitting the ground was very light, and his windbreaker was bordered with gold.
If this was put in a movie scene, fans would immediately edit it into 800 different videos.
Xiang Luan came back to his senses and shook his head vigorously.
His brother looked at him with gentle curiosity, and seemed to have no idea what he was thinking.
I don't even know what he is thinking.
Is there any need to ask?
"Oh my god." Xiang Luan muttered softly, "...Isn't this so cool?"
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