The location sent to Luan was five hundred meters away.
Five hundred meters is too far.
The reefs are too difficult to navigate, which completely affects our performance and we can't fly directly over them.
The manager of the marketing department was the youngest in the group, and had a bit of the demeanor of a sprinter in college. After a few twists and turns, he found the way, but just as he was about to shout, he was held down by several hands.
Someone pushed him forward and the people behind him rushed forward. When he reacted and was about to chase after him, Fang Hang had already rushed over and braked suddenly to a stop in front of the person.
Mingchi didn't go anywhere. He was just relaxing on the reef and resting. He was wearing his windbreaker and it was obvious that he would not catch a cold.
Xiang Luan was ready to rub his brother's legs, but his brother patted him on the head gently to calm him down. Instead, he quickly picked up his phone and sent a message to Fang Hang to tip him off, saying everything he could think of.
Seeing Fang Hang and the others coming, Xiang Luan's eyes immediately lit up, and he hid behind Ming Chi and mouthed: "Mr. Ming, Mr. Ming..."
Ming Chi noticed Xiang Luan's reaction, supported himself on the reef with one hand and sat up straight, then raised his head and looked over.
Fang Hang coughed.
Manager Fang grabbed the first place, completely ignoring the threats from the people behind him, trying his best not to smile too brightly, and walked over while adjusting his breathing.
"It's me, Fang Hang, your artist manager."
Fang Hang answered the question on the phone again. He walked over and stretched out his hand to Ming Chi: "Long time no see."
Mingchi held his hand, said nothing, and smiled at them.
Xiang Luan squatted on the stone next to him.
He opened his eyes wide and dared not speak. He was in awe of the silent friendship between adults, and watched his brother being dragged up by the hand.
His brother even looked prepared and not surprised at all, and even had time to thrust the cane into him before he was yanked into the air.
The calm, mature and expressionless management team seemed to have exploded at the sound of a starting gun. They all rushed forward without saying a word, huddled together and vying to reach out.
Some touched shoulders, some rubbed heads, some patted backs gently, and so many mouths rushed to report their names and positions, fearing that Mr. Ming couldn't hear them.
…
Xiang Luan was holding his cane, stunned by the laughter and shouting for several seconds, and squatted side by side with his agent: "...Brother Zhao."
"It's hopeless." The agent sighed, "There are so many people, the total age is not even 20."
Xiang Luan turned his head and looked at his bright smile that was totally inconsistent with what he said, and immediately grinned: "Brother Zhao, can I add you?"
“Gagaga! I’m three years and seven months old!” The agent was furious and shook Luan vigorously. “With so many people around, how come you found it first? How is your luck? How can the general manager find me even though I’m running around in a pile of rocks?!”
Of course. Xiang Luan was so proud for a second that he raised his head and said, “My brother and I have telepathy.”
He was so jealous that he was eager to sneak in without being noticed. As soon as he jumped off the stone, Fang Hang came over and offered his hand.
Xiang Luan was stunned for two seconds, and quickly handed over the cane in his arms, blushing and coughing embarrassedly: "Brother Fang, that..."
"No." Manager Fang took the cane calmly, "This is a way for adults to celebrate."
Huaisheng Entertainment set the age limit for the adult group at 20, and Xiang Luan was just a few months short of that. He was so anxious that he jumped up and down, but his agent quickly covered his mouth with his hands.
This kid was incredibly lucky. By some strange coincidence, he was able to be the first to meet the general manager before so many other people.
He was also saved by the general manager.
He also got lost with the general manager.
If I'm not mistaken, it seems that she was the first one to hug the general manager and drown him with her tears.
The agent felt a headache just thinking about it, and before Xiang Luan could continue to show off, he covered his mouth and dragged the man away from the scene.
Fang Hang carefully put away his cane and walked over with it.
After arguing for a long time, the group of people finally decided who would carry their Boss Ming.
The manager of the legal department has not wasted his time training in the gym. He carried Ming Chi steadily on his back, just like before. He turned around and whispered, "Close your eyes if you're tired."
Ming Chi looked very good. He shook his head gently, his eyes still bright: "Not tired."
This sentence made the group of people extremely happy again. Several more hands reached out, wanting to touch their CEO Ming's hair, but Fang Hang slapped them back one by one: "Don't you want a hairstyle? Don't you want an image?"
Those people immediately stopped and nodded guiltily: "Yes, yes, yes."
Ming Chi was made to laugh by them.
His hair was shorter than before, but not messy enough to be repaired. He shook his head slightly, and his hair became loose again. "It's okay. It's not a one-time thing."
Of course, the artist manager cannot control the general manager. Seeing this group of people arrogantly reaching out their hands in front of him, Fang Hang was angry and amused: "Be gentle! Just touch him, this is the pillar of our company..."
Without his instructions, the others had been using very gentle force, and even when they were fooling around just now, they were actually fully controlled.
They had looked up too much information during this period of time. If they hadn't been hanging out on that patient forum, they wouldn't have accidentally discovered that post.
Although I know that it has been a month since the operation, one month is still a bit short. They watched the recovery progress anxiously every day, wondering what stage Mingchi had recovered to, whether his other physical problems had been resolved, and whether his old injuries had healed well.
They really want to know this, but are too embarrassed to ask. So I took the opportunity, carefully controlling the strength, and touched and felt the person cautiously, trying to shake Mingchi's hand. When he found that the other party returned his grip with the same force, his eyes immediately lit up with excitement.
Ming Chi could sense that his original plan was to reappear in a healthier state than he was now, and he felt a little regretful: "In fact, it won't break even if it's hit twice."
"No." Fang Hang said, "You can't spoil them too much, otherwise they will carry you around the beach. They will find out where you live and steal you away in the middle of the night."
The others immediately became dissatisfied and started to refute him, which gradually turned into a complaint.
A lot of things happened during this period, and they wanted to tell Mingchi about them all. Soon, they turned their complaints about the manager of the artist department, who was a complete workaholic and seemed to have no need to sleep, and who was madly exploiting them.
Fang Hang is not the only workaholic, and it is not just the artist department office that stays up late at night and does not turn off the lights. Manager Fang called out names on the spot, but the one who was called out was not convinced and turned around to expose other people.
Mr. Ming never took sides. He just listened quietly without saying anything and just laughed along.
…
Still the same as before.
I have been through so much during this period of time. They certainly no longer put all the burdens on the general manager alone as they did before, and Mingchi would no longer suddenly stop and be left at a loss.
But apart from that, if we get together again - five minutes at most, the rest will be the same as before.
Mingchi was carried away by them, and a group of people were talking at once.
He didn't prepare any draft and just said whatever came to his mind. Mingchi listened quietly and attentively with a smile.
He was listening carefully the whole time.
No need for words, you can tell by looking at his eyes and by looking at what he does.
Fang Hang crossed his arms and watched these people expose each other's secrets and make accusations. He met Ming Chi's inquiring gaze, knowing what he wanted to ask, and quietly replied, "Brother Kuang is watching over the beach, and we'll see him soon."
Mingchi blinked, nodded, and continued to look at him seriously.
Fang Hang pretended not to understand: "Anything else?"
This time, not only General Manager Ming who was being carried on his back, but a group of people all turned around and stared at him in a condemning manner.
Fang Hang coughed and immediately cooperated in organizing the report: "I will talk about it, I will talk about it. A few days ago, they suddenly called, but I didn't know who to call, and I was looking for it everywhere."
"Why is my son so slow in learning to speak?" Fang Hang sighed seriously, "Is he not smart?"
General Manager Ming corrected him: "It is wise to speak late."
Fang Hang smiled and nodded, then took out his cell phone.
His son was born prematurely and was weak. He fell ill several times in succession and it took him more than a year to completely stop being hospitalized. In all aspects, he started much slower than other children of the same age.
But no one can say for sure about children.
Some are smart since childhood and can learn anything quickly, while others learn slowly at first, but then suddenly get the hang of it and catch up in the blink of an eye.
Fang Hang's son's language explosion period began when he learned to call "little uncle". After that, the child never stopped talking. He shouted and laughed at everything he saw, which made his parents feel relieved, but they haven't had a good night's sleep for several nights.
Mingchi watched the video on his phone and saw the little boy, who had grown into a healthy and chubby boy, waving his arms, smiling and babbling "uncle", and then his eyes widened slightly.
Ming Chi's eyes were bright. He watched the video carefully twice before returning the phone to Fang Hang: "I remember."
Fang Hang was holding the marketing manager's phone and being scolded by the film manager. He turned around and heard these words. He was so surprised that he almost threw the phone into the rising tide. "Remember what?"
"Remember this." Ming Chi's eyes curved, and his youthfulness, unchanged, emerged again. "I have a group of very good friends, one of whom has a son."
“I’ve been waiting to be an uncle,” he said.
…
It took the mature management some time to adjust from the state of cheering and throwing their President Ming into the sky, and to regain their usual calm and composure.
The calm managers returned to the beach, calmed down their respective departments, and squatted in a row behind the reef to receive a scolding from the film and television department manager.
Calabash Brothers saves grandpa.
Xiang Luan disappeared and could not be contacted, so the management went to look for him.
The management soon disappeared and could not be contacted at all.
Kuang Li stayed on the chilly beach and watched the sunset with the company's people, waiting until the last bit of sunlight fell into the water, until it was pitch dark and even the bonfire was lit, but still no one had replied to his message.
If the agent hadn't brought Xiang Luan back to report the news, Kuang Li would have really begun to suspect whether there was some powerful organization nearby that stripped all these people naked and tied them to pillars to soak in sea water. Otherwise, how could no one answer the phone?
"It's okay if I don't have time to answer the phone."
Kuang Li asked: "Why did he take so long to come back? Did he make you feel uncomfortable?"
With his brother's permission, Xiang Luan broadcast the message to the entire beach within three minutes. Of course Kuang Li heard it too.
Such a long time is more than enough to adjust the state. Kuang Li was much more rational than the rest of them, and his first reaction was to worry about Ming Chi's physical condition.
The bonfire on the beach was bright, the atmosphere was particularly lively, and the sound of the guitar was more than twice as loud as before.
Kuang Li didn't see them bringing Ming Chi back, so he frowned and lowered his voice: "Didn't we agree long ago that we must not bother him?"
"It wasn't... it was a big fuss." The marketing manager explained in a low voice, "It was just a little bit of a fuss."
The main reason is that their President Ming is too powerful.
How could he recover so well in such a short time? It makes me feel so relieved and happy.
How can he be so handsome? His image is not affected at all after being hugged and kneaded by them. After a little tidying up, it seems that he can still take a set of photos on the spot.
"Indeed, I came back late. I walked slowly on the way and wanted him to rest for a while."
The legal manager admitted: "He's not fully recovered yet. He's so light that he barely weighs anything when you carry him on your back."
It was because of this that we had agreed long ago that there must be no noise when we met. Kuang Li felt a headache and rubbed his temples vigorously: "Where did you carry the person to?"
Mingchi said he would come and he would never go back on his word, but only these department managers came back.
Kuang Li is the one who visits the patient forum most frequently among them, and he can almost memorize all the situations there. He was really worried, so he stood up and went to look for someone: "Where's Fang Hang?"
The group of people were waiting for him to ask this question, and they immediately smiled and said, "Come over here with Mr. Ming."
Kuang Li took two steps and stopped in surprise: "What?"
"My legs hurt after chasing Xiang Luan around for so many times. And this is a beach, so we may have to walk slower." The marketing manager couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, and smiled as he helped Ming Chi pass on the message, "Let us play first. When we are having the most fun, he will arrive."
I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, maybe someone has been secretly leaking information. After he said this, there was a sudden burst of loud cheers on the beach.
Kuang Li took a few quick steps to go around the reef. He was still standing in the falling shadow and only came back to his senses when others patted his shoulder hard.
He didn't go over, and the other managers weren't in a hurry either.
Fang Hang also greeted him, walked over, and gestured behind him with a smile.
They always gathered together, hugging their arms, squatting or standing, watching the cheers and shouts on the beach that were so lively that they almost lit up the night, and looking at the excited smiles on everyone's faces.
Mingchi was sent back among everyone.
Someone jumped over to add more firewood, and in an instant the bonfire became brighter than before. The wood was burning with crackling sounds, and occasionally bright red sparks would float up and be carried into the night by the wind.
They didn't stop other people from joining, anyone could play together. Some passers-by who didn't know what was going on were really curious and asked who had come and why the atmosphere suddenly became so lively. The answers they got were all kinds of different.
Some said he was the general manager, some said he was an idol, and some said he was the pillar of their company. Later, the scope of the interview was expanded to include managers who joined in, and then friends, buddies, and the son's uncle.
...But the statements of idols and pillars are really quite credible.
After all, the person who came was so handsome and had an outstanding temperament. Even if he was originally a social gathering for a film and television entertainment company that specialized in this industry, he was not inferior to a group of artists.
While he was sitting there, people from his company kept running over there, bringing him food, drinks, and freshly grilled, shiny, and fragrant skewers of meat.
Several little guitarists wearing T-shirts and hoodies with colorful heads pushed and shoved each other, and finally mustered up the courage to rush forward to ask for autographs.
Ten minutes later, there were still people jumping around the beach excitedly with guitars signed by their idols.
"Do you want to suppress the news?" The PR manager rubbed his forehead, sighed and laughed, "If this continues, public opinion will definitely explode tomorrow."
But even if it explodes, there won’t be any problem at all... After all, the whole network is waiting for Mr. Luo to come back.
They have already done enough preparation and guidance, and the Ming family's news and press conferences have also been fully cooperative. When interviewed by a print media, Ming Weiting has already talked about part of the situation.
The reason why the missing persons list has not been changed until now is that no one has found Luo Zhi, and Luo's family has already obtained a death certificate for him.
If even the immediate family members have given up the search and confirmed the person's death, then the cruise company naturally has no right to change the list.
As for the Ming family, they did rescue a person from the sea after this shipwreck.
However, the other party was in too weak a condition, and his life was even in danger. He did not have any identification documents on him.
It took two months just to recover from those illnesses and injuries. After waking up, the other person suffers from severe memory loss and has difficulty recalling anything from the past.
"So he no longer has a past and is now a member of the Ming family."
In the interview video released on the official website of the paper media, Ming Weiting's expression was very calm, as if he was saying something very simple and common sense: "The young master of the Ming family will receive comprehensive formal training in the future, accumulate experience and obtain relevant qualifications, and then become our family's new captain."
This short interview clip was sandwiched in the more than two-hour interview. The rest was all about other related handling of the shipwreck, safety science popularization of ship navigation and introduction of cruise business, which was quite boring and lengthy.
This incident was brought up as if it was just a simple supplementary explanation of the "missing persons" issue in maritime accident handling.
But in the comment section of Huaisheng Entertainment's official Weibo, people who had been waiting anxiously grasped the connection in an instant, and quickly combined it with the previous speculation about Mr. Luo's illness, and sorted out facts that were quite close to the truth.
That night, the public relations department worked together for half the night, but found that there was nothing they needed to do, so they breathed a sigh of relief and called off the task with regret.
The PR manager went to the general manager's office to eat and read reviews to a group of people who were gathering to cook hotpot and drink beer.
"I can't sleep. Am I alone? Am I not sure if I can sleep today?"
"It must be! There's only one missing person left on the missing list. We can't rescue a mermaid out of thin air, can we?"
"Definitely. According to the gossip news, the Luo family has already started to jump."
"I went to see him. His weird parents wanted to find a doctor everywhere to treat him. They wanted him to remember and take him home to treat him well."
"How can we cure it? Every link can lead to memory loss. The mass in the brain is dangerous in itself. If it is due to this reason, the lost memory can never be recovered. Add to that the drowning and lack of oxygen and suffocation, and the family tortured the person like that... It can only be said that it is his own fault. There is no point in jumping."
"How can there be parents? Didn't the Luo family even get a death certificate for him? There is no relationship at all, okay? He is the young master of the Ming family. His surname is Ming."
"To be honest, I'm lucky to be able to save him. The chance of survival is really too slim... But it's still a pity that all my memories of the past are gone."
"With the little memory he has of the past, what's the point of staying here and continuing to let their family suck his blood?"
"It's better not to remember it, so that I can start a new life from scratch!"
"It's no big deal to no longer have a past. It's great to have a future!"
…
The comment section was excited for half the night, and everyone gathered under the prayer video to fulfill their wishes. Then, they suddenly remembered something very important.
Back to reality. The head of the public relations department held his phone and asked helpfully at the bonfire party in front of him: "I don't remember anything. Can I still wait for Mr. Luo to come back and make his debut?"
Fang Hang and Kuang Li exchanged glances, were silent for a moment, and shook their heads.
“There’s no need to suppress the news or deliberately control public opinion.”
Fang Hang said: "He won't go back."
Xiang Luan is still too young and only knows how to be happy. He can’t think of this for the time being.
When the managers saw Mingchi and heard him say that he was willing to come to the beach with them, they knew in their hearts that Mingchi had already made the final decision.
This decision came as no surprise to anyone.
Whether it's Luo Zhi or Ming Chi - from the very beginning, he didn't jump onto the stage with a guitar and sing his favorite songs just to enjoy the attention or the flowers.
He just wanted to play with more people, try more fun things, and be in the spotlight where he could be seen by the elder who had always taken care of and protected him.
For him, this circle has too many unspoken rules and regulations, is too restrictive and unfree, and contains too many things that make people unhappy.
If Ming Chi still wanted to make a comeback, he wouldn't have come with them today without any preparation.
If that were the case, the next second Fang Hang and the others saw Ming Chi, they would leave Kuang Ge alone here with the company's employees and artists to roast a bonfire and enjoy the cool breeze.
Everyone else went back to the company with Ming Chi while it was quiet, and asked him to return to the general manager's office which had not changed at all, and nestle comfortably in the corner of the sofa, where they talked about the next arrangements for the whole night.
The reason why Mingchi came with them and sat here to play with everyone was actually to say goodbye before leaving.
After the Luo family obtained the death certificate, the relevant information was also sealed, and there was no way to prove that he had any relationship with the Luo family's missing second son. Everything related to Luo Zhi's identity has come to an end.
They would continue to meet as friends and make plans to have dinner together when they were free. But after tonight, the guitarist who once made a splash and now has countless fans will never do any work as an artist again.
…
"Wait a minute." Kuang Li couldn't bear to listen any longer. "Why did you leave me here?"
"Are you from the film and television department? He doesn't act, so he can't help us discuss the singer's affairs."
Fang Hang nudged the person next to him with his elbow: "And he still hasn't said hello to President Ming until now."
The other people reacted immediately, lined up, and recited in a row like a repeater: "Don't go say hello to President Ming, say hello to President Ming, say hello..."
Kuang Li felt a headache from being scolded by these people. He was stunned for a long time and then laughed. He took a deep breath and said, "Let's go!"
He pushed the man aside and strode towards Mingchi.
The sand is so soft that you can't hear your footsteps. Mingchi noticed the figure, raised his eyes and his eyes lit up.
Kuang Li walked all the way to him before stopping.
In the past, Mingchi rarely sat in such a bright place - he did not find a corner of the reef by himself like before, but sat among the people, around the campfire.
The windbreaker was easily contaminated by sand, so it was folded up and temporarily put aside.
The bonfire was bright and warm, and we didn't catch a cold at all. Mingchi's complexion was well reflected by the firelight. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and one button of his collar was undone. He looked almost the same age as when Mr. Luo first met them.
"Brother Kuang." Ming Chi smiled and raised his hand, "Long time no see."
Kuang Li slowly smiled, bent down and pulled him up from the soft sand, and hugged him again: "Long time no see."
After doing those things to Jian Huaiyi, he no longer concealed his methods and calculations, and he no longer seemed like the good guy that Mr. Luo had in mind.
He actually didn't know whether Mingchi would start to doubt about the past because of this. Of course Mingchi himself doesn’t remember what happened back then, but there are actually plenty of ways to find out what happened back then.
However, when he walked over, he suddenly realized that just this idea of his was not as good as others in understanding Ming Chi.
No wonder those guys planned to bring Mingchi to the meeting and leave him here.
"Boss Ming," Kuang Li whispered, "Have I forgotten to tell you that our company is my favorite company and I want to work here until I grow old?"
Mingchi blinked slowly.
"Okay." He didn't actually remember, but he could remember it now, "When we are old, we can still play together."
Kuang Li laughed out loud.
He seemed to be completely relaxed in an instant, hugged Mingchi tightly, and then released his arms: "Welcome back."
"Walk around and see everywhere, you will feel very happy." Kuang Li said, "Remember to come back and play with us."
Ming Chi's eyes narrowed.
He raised his eyes, his eyes illuminated by the firelight, and nodded slightly.
…
Behind the reef not far away, a group of people who were peeking around finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's really good...but it's a bit of a pity."
The head of the public relations department already knew what was going on, so he stopped working and put away his phone: "Mr. Luo plays the guitar so well."
Fang Hang half-jokingly took over the conversation: "Who says I can't play it well?"
“Can you play it well now?”
The director of the marketing department immediately became excited, but then became discouraged: "No, no, I promised not to be an artist anymore."
"Who says you can't play guitar if you're not an artist?" said the head of the legal department. "There's no legal provision for this, right? Artists just have jobs. They need to cooperate with the company's development plan, accept endorsement dividends, go on TV shows, accept publicity, and deal with public opinion."
The Minister of Law said: "You can go to the Grassland Music Festival even if you are not an artist. You can also hold concerts and have fun with a group of people even if you are not an artist."
Everyone was stunned for a while, then their minds were suddenly opened, and they gathered together with great interest. Even Kuang Li was pulled over: "Quick, vote, do you want to start now? Set up a department specifically responsible for this..."
A group of people discussed for a long time and had almost quickly drafted all the regulations for the new department. In the end, they still had to ask Mingchi for his opinion.
The marketing manager lost the rock-paper-scissors game and was pushed out. He took a deep breath and stammered, "Ming, Mr. Ming——"
Mingchi has changed back into his windbreaker. He was pulled over by a few die-hard fans and stood next to the reef, watching Xiang Luan competing with a few young guitarists in skills.
Hearing the voice of the marketing manager, Mingchi turned around and looked at him curiously.
“That’s right.” The marketing manager asked quietly, “Do you still want to play guitar?”
Ming Chi smiled and said, "I'm thinking about it."
The marketing manager was about to take a more roundabout approach, but before he could even think about it, he heard the answer, and the words he had prepared afterwards were also stuck.
"Wait a moment." Ming Chi said, "I'll be back in a moment."
When he saw Xiang Luan showing off his skills in a difficult piece of music, he took his cane, slowly walked over, and said a few words to Xiang Luan.
Xiang Luan's eyes lit up for a moment, he almost jumped up, and immediately handed the guitar to him.
"Brother, is your house over there? Do you want me to run over and get you some clothes?"
Xiang Luan wanted to hear him play the guitar so much that he had already connected the pickup skillfully and circled around Ming Chi: "It's hard to play in this, right? There's a dressing room over there. I'll get it for you. It'll be quick..."
"No need." Ming Chi explained to him, "You can play the guitar even in a windbreaker. It's cool and handsome."
Xiang Luan immediately believed it and opened his eyes wide: "Really?!"
Mingchi laughed and said nothing more. He just walked to the sand pile and sat down. He put the cane aside, held the guitar and lowered his head to test the strings twice.
He played a piece of music that no one had ever heard before.
Xiang Luan is his die-hard fan and has listened to all the songs written by Ming Chi repeatedly. Different from the lively and passionate tunes in the past, the tune this time is quite soft and warm from the very beginning, like stars falling and being blown by the wind into the tide.
…
Xiang Luan didn't even know that his piano could sound so quietly and gently.
The melody flowing from the strings gradually made the area around the campfire quieter. The pickup carried the sound further away, and gradually people stopped what they were doing and stood on tiptoe to look over.
Mingchi sat beside the campfire, with his eyes lowered, concentrating on playing the piano.
The zither has always been passionate and unrestrained in Xiang Luan's hands. But now, those steel strings in Mingchi's hands seemed to suddenly become docile, following his hands to caress the flowing notes.
Sometimes, even the simplest and least showy tune has the miraculous power to draw people to it.
Xiang Luan listened to those tunes. He couldn't fully understand what Ming Chi wanted to say with this song. Perhaps it was because he hadn't experienced so many things, so for the time being he couldn't understand it clearly and thoroughly enough... But the wind calmed down in the sound of the piano.
The wind and the tide became quiet, and the sound of the music made people feel warm.
The moonlight seemed to melt into the waves, making it bright, and the starlight was scattered in it, rising and falling with the regular cycle of the waves.
This kind of gentleness that is so quiet that it seems to make people fall asleep peacefully is certainly not all there is to the song. Before long, the tunes on the piano began to take on a vibrant energy.
This vitality is not blazing, but more like a bright and gentle vitality that is quite within reach and can be found everywhere in the world. It is not too eye-catching, but the rain cannot extinguish it, and the night cannot swallow it up.
A guitar was suddenly stuffed into Xiang Luan's hand.
He was stunned for a moment, looked at Fang Hang who was gesturing at him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he looked at Ming Chi.
Mingchi nodded slightly with a smile in his eyes. He was not in a hurry to continue playing downwards. Instead, he found a suitable node and repeated the tune several times.
Xiang Luan memorized it thoroughly and played the chords on the guitar that was handed to him.
Then, a few more guitars were added.
Then came the clarinet and the violin - there happened to be a bar nearby, and the instruments of the resident band there were urgently borrowed, and even the electronic keyboard stand was carried and placed on the beach.
All the artists from Huaisheng Entertainment are here. All the musicians were hand-picked by Mingchi himself. They are talented and inspired, and with one or two years of targeted professional skills training, each of them can carry themselves onto a stage.
He personally selected artists to sing harmony for him, and no instrument could overshadow the guitar.
They followed the warm and bright tunes from the guitar, which almost made people want to cry, as if they wanted to wrap up the clear and soft piano sounds, or send them to a farther place.
The guitar's tone began to grow brighter and brighter.
It was a brightness that seemed golden, almost brilliant, and completely free.
It was like a wind blowing across the bonfire, bringing up countless bright sparks, following the path of falling stars, and flying into the sky higher than the clouds.
The strings were almost constantly jumping, crisply, lightly and clearly, with the iconic sweeping movement of flamenco - Xiang Luan was very clear that he could not play this part at all yet. He knows better than anyone what kind of musical talent and how much effort it takes to achieve this level of skill.
They played the guitar happily.
There is no better stage than the beach at night. It is empty and quiet, the tide is surging, and the wind carries the music far away. They accompany him and go further and further.
It seems like I can go anywhere, even to the end of the world.
The moon and the bonfire were reflected in his bright eyes, as well as the figure in front of him. He looked carefully at every face in front of him, and the guitar in his arms suddenly burst into a burst of heat and burning that everyone present was very familiar with.
Fang Hang almost jumped up. He pulled Kuang Li forward a few steps and stood not far from the fire.
A smile suddenly appeared in Mingchi's eyes.
He held the guitar and strummed the strings with great force.
The beach was set on fire in an instant. The bright bonfire made the sea surface red, as if the sea was burning wantonly.
The whole beach suddenly became lively, people began to shout and applaud, and the bar then started to play a powerful drum set, with more and more people clapping their hands until they turned red.
Mingchi looked up while holding the guitar.
There are still ships docked in the harbor tonight, but they are not obscured by the night as I remembered. Only a vague and discernible outline remains.
The cruise ship kept turning on its lights in response to him, and the searchlights swept in his direction, making the water surface bright white.
The light depicted the cruise ship with exceptional clarity, casting a huge shadow in the water.
The fire spread across the sea.
The cruise ship was quiet for a while, and then suddenly the lights came on.
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