Xiang Luan had actually planned it countless times beforehand, and he was going to do something when he saw his brother again.
No matter what, you have to stay calm.
He has to let his brother see that he has made some progress and is a little more decent during this period. He is also slowly learning to stand on his own.
He doesn't have to let his brother take the blame for everything. He can also guide and protect newcomers and fight against those rubbish who spread rumors and confuse right and wrong.
When things get into trouble, I know how to use my brain to think about what to do, unlike before when I needed others to take care of everything and I just cried like a loser...
Xiang Luan thought about it over and over again.
Then you have to walk over calmly and steadily. Make sure to put your clothes in order, and if you have the chance, find something reflective to fix your hair.
The first thing is to see if his brother still remembers him.
If you don't remember, just shake hands and introduce yourself politely. If you remember, just rush over and hug them without thinking about anything else.
…
Xiang Luan swallowed back the heart that was about to jump out of his throat.
He looked at the person in front of him who was being helped to sit on a stone, with his walking stick placed aside. He was slowly rubbing his right leg and speaking something to those people in a gentle voice.
The rest of what happened was like a scene from a movie, leaving almost no impression.
Those thugs were cleared away in the blink of an eye. The sound of sirens came from not far away, and they were probably sent there.
Someone asked him if he was hurt, he quickly shook his head and added a thank you.
Someone went to talk to his brother.
His brother smiled and waved his hands, whispered a few words, and looked up at him again...
Xiang Luan didn't know where to put his hands for a moment. He hurriedly tried to find a place to fix his hair, but found no reflective surface, so he reached for his clothes again.
...I guess I don't remember.
Although I can't explain it clearly, but when this kind of thing really happens, I just have an inexplicable intuition.
His brother probably doesn't remember him or many things anymore.
That's definitely no problem.
What's the problem with not remembering? It's best not to remember those bad things... The main thing is that since this is the case, you have to be calm.
Be calm.
Go over and shake hands and introduce yourself politely.
Let’s start with the hardcore fans.
Xiang Luan swallowed hard again, he walked over slowly, squatted down and looked up: "Luo, Mr. Luo, hello."
Xiang Luan forgot all the self-introductions he had memorized, his face flushed, and he stammered, "You, you are now——"
"Ming Chi." He heard the other party say, "You can also call me Mr. Luo."
Xiang Luan immediately shook his head like a rattle.
Changing one's stage name is a very common operation in the circle - he had heard that his brother's real name was Chi, not Zhi, so why would that family want him with that crappy surname?
Besides, Mingchi is bright and nice to listen to, it’s just so cool!
Xiang Luan took the initiative to change his name to a new one on the spot, and decided to go back and inform everyone immediately that from now on everyone would call him Mr. Ming.
"Don't want that one, this one is good, especially good." Xiang Luan assured her seriously, and then said, "My name is——"
Ming Chi stretched out his hand: "To Luan."
Xiang Luan's eyes widened.
Mingchi waited for a while, and when he realized that he didn't want to shake hands, he gently placed his hand on his head.
"You can still call me brother." Ming Chi said, "How did you become so powerful?"
He rubbed Luan's head, bent down and looked into Luan's eyes: "Have you been wronged?"
Xiang Luan took ten deep breaths to try to build up his calmness and composure, but that hand fell on his head and it was all gone in less than five seconds.
He looked at the person in front of him, motionless for a long time, and before he even opened his mouth, tears burst out.
He wasn't polite either.
He didn't even figure out whether his brother still remembered him. After all, the man in front of him looked almost exactly like the young Mr. Luo from the past, chatting and counseling with these naive little brats who had just started out and had not yet experienced the ups and downs of life... He didn't have time to take care of this for the time being.
He didn't have time to care about this. Tears were flying too fast and he had to howl with his mouth open.
Xiang Luan felt as if he pounced on Ming Chi and hugged him.
He pounced too hastily and failed to control his strength. Mingchi was almost knocked off his seat by him and had to use his hands to hold on.
Xiang Luan hurriedly tried to look down, but Ming Chi patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay."
"I'm fine." Ming Chi patted him, "It's okay."
Mingchi spoke slowly and gently.
It seemed like he was talking about how he almost lost his seat just now, or about the little incident he encountered that was not really dangerous.
…
Or perhaps it is the most concise and gentle summary of such a long and painful storm.
Xiang Luan suddenly felt the pain and burning in his chest.
The plan was completely ruined, and he just hugged the person in front of him and cried, with tears flowing out endlessly.
Xiang Luan cried so hard that she couldn't speak clearly. She exerted force on her arms so hard that her whole body was shaking. She spoke several times in a halting manner before she managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Why did you come back just now..."
After uttering this sentence, Xiang Luan was finally able to speak fluently.
He sobbed so hard that he looked up at Ming Chi and kept talking in a sobbing voice: "Brother, are you sick? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Does it hurt? Are you okay? Is someone bullying you? Let's go and help you beat him up..."
Mingchi was a little confused by his question. He blinked slightly and then smiled with his head down.
Xiang Luan was wiping her red face with her sleeves, but when she saw him smile, she couldn't hold it back for half a second and her tears drowned Ming Chi on the spot again.
Ming Chi supported himself with his arms to sit steadily, letting him cry as much as he wanted, until he had completely vented all his feelings, then he patted Xiang Luan on the back: "No, it's not uncomfortable, it doesn't hurt."
"I'm fine. I'm well again." Ming Chi thought for a moment and added, "I walked too far today."
He really went too far today.
Mingchi sent Dean Xun out of the villa and did not return to his room immediately.
The weather is very good tonight. There is a breeze coming from the sea, which sweeps away the sultry weather of the past few days and makes people want to go out for a walk.
Mingchi originally just wanted to walk towards the reef and try to practice his sense of direction again, but he unexpectedly discovered a sneaky figure.
He brought his men and found Xiang Luan. He wanted to call out to him, but he disappeared in a second.
Xiang Luan was quite clever, and the detour he took was winding, tortuous and hard to find. Ming Chi vaguely guessed what was going on, and told people to just follow him without worrying about anything else. In this way, he was led around in circles by Xiang Luan.
Mingchi had never walked so much since his rehabilitation, and the road was uneven and the ground was hard, so he had already done his best to catch up quickly.
…
Otherwise, he would not let Xiang Luan see the problem with his right leg.
Of course Xiang Luan could guess what was going on, so he shrank his neck and squatted down obediently to rub his legs.
"Okay." Ming Chi didn't mean that, he laughed, "It's okay, just take a break."
Ming Chi pulled Xiang Luan up and praised him earnestly: "You are brave and resourceful, and you performed very well."
Xiang Luan's face flushed with praise: "Really?"
"Really." Ming Chi nodded in agreement, "That's very reassuring."
Xiang Luan almost jumped up with joy, but after thinking for a while, he suddenly came to his senses and circled around him, hesitating, "Well, you can also be a little worried... a little bit."
"Just a little bit will do." Xiang Luan squatted beside him and thought for a long time, "Brother, I'll wait for you, until you are fully recovered and ready."
Xiang Luan made up his mind, took a deep breath, lowered his head and whispered: "Come back to see us occasionally...just don't worry too much."
Ming Chi was slightly startled and his eyes fell on him.
Xiang Luan grinned. He calmed down now and his mind started to work again: "Brother, you don't remember me, right?"
Xiang Luan rubbed his space little by little, and finally squeezed next to Ming Chi, leaning close to him and whispering: "When you looked at me just now, your eyes seemed to be thinking, 'I see, so this little brat looks like this.'"
Ming Chi chuckled at his suggestion and criticized himself in a gentle voice, "Is it really that excessive?"
"No, no, it's not too much." Xiang Luan shook his head vigorously, "I'm not good at talking, I didn't mean that, I meant--"
…He wanted to say that when his brother was sitting here, looking up at him.
Xiang Luan was actually fully prepared to be treated as a stranger, but he wanted to cry from the first moment Ming Chi saw him. He was not at all motivated. He was happy and sad at the same time.
"I can't explain it." Xiang Luan said, "You looked at me just now, and I know you don't remember anything, but——"
He paused, and then, as if afraid of disturbing something, he added quietly: "But I also feel that... you have never left."
Has it changed? Of course something has changed. Mingchi came back from such a far place, walked such a long way, and encountered so many things, so his temperament has actually become very obvious.
…
But at that moment, Xiang Luan suddenly felt that the person in front of him had been separated from them for such a long time, but it seemed like just a blink of an eye.
Xiang Luan said everything he wanted to say in one breath, looked at Ming Chi who was sitting silently thinking, closed his mouth, held his breath and waited.
Mingchi must have understood what he meant.
Xiang Luan clenched his fists tightly, swallowed his saliva, and his heart was pounding.
Ming Chi lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his eyes again, with a smile in his eyes, and tapped him with his cane: "Coax me into being soft-hearted, coax me back."
The force of the cane hitting him was very light. Xiang Luan pretended to jump to avoid it, and couldn't hide his smile. He circled around him and said, "Let's go back and take a look, brother. Let's go back and take a look."
Xiang Luan squatted beside him and muttered, "Brother Fang and the others miss you every day. I can't bear to see them miss you so much... Don't worry, I guarantee you that they will be so happy to see you. They won't feel bad at all."
Mingchi turned his head and looked at the large wet spot on the shoulder of his windbreaker.
Xiang Luan's face flushed red as if he had been hit on the tail by a cane. He gritted his teeth and explained, "These are tears of extreme joy, tears of ecstasy."
Ming Chi imitated him and opened his eyes wide: "So crazy?"
"So crazy, so crazy." Xiang Luan nodded desperately, "I'm so happy that I'm almost going to heaven."
"Brother, I know you're just worried that we'll feel bad."
Xiang Luan leaned back to him and said, "You never want to make us feel bad, but brother, we are friends with you, right?"
Xiang Luan was even happier when she didn't notice Ming Chi's denial, and she continued to press on: "Friends should share happiness and hardships, right? Friends also need to be destined to meet each other even if they are thousands of miles apart. We are not even thousands of miles apart..."
Mingchi found a relatively flat reef, leaned back, and listened with a smile as Xiang Luan racked his brains to demonstrate his literary knowledge.
Ming Chi would come out to see Xiang Luan, and he had no intention of not meeting other people.
This was a very strange feeling. He really had no memory of Xiang Luan. All he had was the impression formed from the content he saw in the letter and on Huaisheng's official blog.
But when he really saw himself standing in front of him, he found that he was not as strange as he had imagined.
He seemed to be very familiar with them - so familiar that he might have actually dreamed in a dream in the past that they were very good friends who could play together for the rest of their lives.
…
But he really couldn't walk anymore.
Mingchi had actually tried it several times without making any noise. His right leg was so sore that he couldn't stand up for the time being, so he was a little hesitant about whether he should wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow to rest before looking for other people.
But some little brats are not satisfied with just being happy themselves, they also want to keep enticing him.
Ming Chi hid the smile in his eyes, motioned to Xiang Luan to pause his speech for a while, and looked at the phone in his pocket.
Xiang Luan just remembered it, and his expression changed instantly: "Oh no."
He slapped his forehead hard, hurriedly took out his mobile phone and turned on the screen. Sure enough, there were a series of missed calls from his agent.
"Oh no, oh no." Xiang Luan was so proud of himself that he completely forgot to report that he was safe. He was so panicked that he almost dropped the phone and called back tremblingly, "Brother Zhao..."
…The agent almost ate him on the other end of the phone.
After the two sides separated, the agent quickly brought the two young guitarists back to a safe place. However, when he asked Fang Hang, he found out that Xiang Luan had never come back.
The police car roared in and out, and those thugs were taken away, but Xiang Luan still could not be contacted.
The agent chased after the police and found out that no one was injured this time, so he wasn't too scared. But Xiang Luan just disappeared and couldn't be reached by phone, which made people start to think too much and worry more and more.
Fang Hang didn't let him make the matter public. He took several managers and agents from the management team to look for the person everywhere, and they have been looking for him until now.
Xiang Luan was completely in the wrong. He just held the phone with his head down and listened to the scolding. His agent bombarded him with a storm of criticism for five minutes: "You are wrong..."
"I will be transferred tomorrow! I will ask the company if there are any 91-year-old artists!" The agent was still furious, "Where is he?! Where did you go?"
"I don't know either." Xiang Luan looked at Ming Chi instinctively, and found that Ming Chi also shook his head, so he looked around again, "We seem to be lost..."
"Are you lost in the head?" the agent yelled, "Send me the location!"
Xiang Luan immediately sent the location on WeChat. When he put the phone back to his ear, he heard his agent ask in confusion: "You guys? Who are you with? Is there anyone else?"
Xiang Luan opened his mouth wide. He didn't know if he could reveal Ming Chi's affairs. He stammered, "The kind-hearted person who saved me. Brother Zhao, is Brother Fang with you? That kind-hearted person's windbreaker is really handsome..."
The agent had no idea what the good-hearted man being particularly handsome had to do with Fang Hang, and he didn’t even understand what the good-hearted man, windbreaker, and handsomeness were that were important things to report over the phone.
He was more concerned about Xiang Luan's safety, and worried that Xiang Luan had met some strange people. He held up the phone and asked a few questions, but there was no sound on the other end of the phone.
The agent was so worried that he almost went bald at a young age: "Xiang Luan? Xiang Luan?!"
"It's with me." The person on the other side replied, "Zhao Jing?"
The agent felt vaguely that the voice sounded familiar, but couldn't remember who else around knew his name besides the people in the company: "It's me, hello, hello... Thank you for saving our people."
The other side smiled and said, "It's okay."
The agent was stunned for a moment. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly stopped where he was.
The person on the other end said, "Is Fang Hang there? Give him the phone."
The agent hadn't come to his senses yet. He responded obediently and subconsciously reached out to pat Fang Hang.
Fang Hang already knew that the agent had contacted Xiang Luan. They saw Xiang Luanfa's location in the group and were about to go over to look for him when their agent pulled them hard by their clothes.
Fang Hang stopped and asked: "What's wrong?"
The agent opened his mouth and suddenly reacted. His expression instantly became strange and a little unbelievable. He stuffed the phone into Fang Hang's hand.
Fang Hang frowned and picked up the phone, which had not yet been hung up: "Xiang Luan?"
“It’s not Xiang Luan!” The agent almost jumped up and tried his best to lip-sync, “A kind-hearted person! A kind-hearted person is very handsome, and a kind-hearted person wears a windbreaker…”
Fang Hang didn't understand what he meant at all, but the other party had saved Xiang Luan after all, so his tone was still very polite: "Hello? Thank you very much--"
"You're welcome." The other side smiled, "Fang Hang?"
Fang Hang stood still.
For a few seconds, he seemed to be completely unable to move or speak. His chest rose and fell several times before he spoke cautiously: "Yes, I..."
"Xiang Luan is a very good runner. I chased him all the way. My legs hurt a little and now I can't stand up."
The tone of the voice on the other end was gentle, and this time the words were long enough for the voice to be distinguished: "Would you like to give me a hand?"
Fang Hang opened his mouth.
He wanted to speak out, but at that moment he seemed to only remember how to laugh.
The agent stopped all the other people and whispered something quickly. A group of people suddenly turned around and stared at him with burning eyes, their urgency and anxiety almost bursting out of their faces.
Fang Hang pressed his eyebrows hard.
He took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully, repeating this several times before he finally remembered how to speak.
The person on the other end of the phone was waiting for him to speak.
"Wait." Fang Hang said, "Wait, wait right there, don't go anywhere."
"Don't catch a cold. Take a rest. Don't take off your windbreaker. Let Xiang Luan massage your legs."
Fang Hang said: "We will carry you on our backs."
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