This impromptu beach concert lasted quite a while.
The most fiery and bright part of the song belongs to the guitar solo. The guitar led everyone to cheer continuously, one melody after another moving upwards, and then ending cleanly and neatly with the last ending note.
The people around him still felt unsatisfied. They clapped and shouted for an encore, but Mingchi had already stopped the strings with a smile.
He put one hand on the string and raised the other.
He had never done this before, although he probably wanted to do it in his heart - maybe he remembered it at a grass music festival, or maybe his aunt was holding him up and shouting happily that it was so cool. Huo Miao must do this to show his aunt in the future...
The memory is not so clear now, but the feelings that come with it are extremely clear and obvious.
In the breath-holding silence, Mingchi raised his hand, paused for three seconds, and snapped his fingers.
The beach was completely set on fire.
All the instruments accompanying him shone brightly in an instant.
The melodies just now were accurately transferred to different instruments, immediately changing into different styles, yet when put together they sounded unusually harmonious.
Xiang Luan took his guitar back from Ming Chi, holding the pen that he had snatched from someone, his eyes full of excitement and hesitant to speak. Ming Chi chuckled and sighed, signed his name on the guitar that he pushed in front of him, and wrote a special message.
He patted Xiang Luan on the back gently and asked Xiang Luan to jump to the center of the venue with his guitar.
Xiang Luan shouted with joy at the top of his lungs, rocked his guitar hard, and rolled over in ecstasy. The sand was soft, and when he jumped up he had his hands on the piano, and the strings burst into gorgeous variations.
The bright and hot light of the bonfire reflected on everyone's face, and every pair of eyes was bright.
They usually train and take classes together, so this is certainly not the first time they have played together as an ensemble, but it is the first time they have felt such a strong tacit understanding and enthusiasm. Every rhythm is natural, every coordination is comfortable, and the corners of the mouth are raised as if they can't be suppressed back.
Before the last melody ended, some fanatical guitarists had already opened shopping apps and filled their shopping carts with windbreakers.
Mingchi sat on the sand pile, listening to the ensemble carefully and quietly. He looked at the scene before him with complete concentration, enough to register everything in his mind.
Then he looked back in the other direction - the most passionate guitar solo just now, and he had been looking in this direction all the time. Mingchi looked at the corner close to the reef with a smile in his eyes, and turned around to get the walking stick beside him.
Xiang Luan had been watching Ming Chi's movements. He immediately dropped his phone which was still on the shopping cart page, jumped up and rushed over to help his brother.
Fang Hang was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed him firmly and pushed him back to the beach by the collar.
"If you miss this opportunity, you will miss this shop!"
Xiang Luan was used to being picked up, but still extremely anxious: "I have to ask my brother for advice on how he improved. His solo this time was too good! The fluency, the emotion, the infectiousness..."
Fang Hang is a complete layman in music, but he might be able to answer this question.
Their group had already hidden behind the reef at the other end in time. Fang Hang held Xiang Luan firmly to prevent him from jumping too high, and made a gesture calmly.
Xiang Luan didn't understand what was going on, so he stuck his head out to look. When he saw the situation not far away, his eyes widened instantly.
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He got a special autograph handwritten by the idol he most admired, and thought he must be a super lucky fan. He didn't expect that there were fans who were luckier than him.
Not only did he take the cane away, he also took its place himself.
He also walked slowly, talking and laughing with his idol.
There was a section of beach that was submerged by the rising tide, but you could still bend down and carry the person across safely.
You can also touch the idol’s hair.
"Did you see it clearly?" Fang Hang patted Xiang Luan and lowered his voice, "Where did they go?"
Xiang Luan originally wanted to ask how this person chased the star and whether there were any secrets, but when he heard Fang Hang's particularly serious and nervous questioning, he swallowed hard and said, "Come... to our place."
Fang Hang’s eyes widened instantly.
"Really." Xiang Luan thought carefully, "It must be in our direction, there is no mistake..."
Fang Hang didn't wait for him to finish. He pushed Xiang Luan back and stuck his head out to take a look.
They had actually discovered a very special fan a long time ago, but they were so curious that they wanted to investigate nearby to see if they could find any clues.
The place to hide behind the reef is not spacious, and you may be exposed if you are not careful.
The others huddled together in fear, and knowing that something was wrong after seeing Fang Hang's reaction, they wanted to evacuate as quickly as possible behind the reef, but in the end they were still a step too late.
Fang Hang coughed forcefully and gestured to the people behind him. He stood quite seriously: "Mr. Ming."
The sand here has started to become hard. Ming Chi stood on the reef without any help, and was a little curious: "So serious?"
...Of course it has to be serious.
If they had known this would happen, they should all have worn suits and ties.
At least we should be able to support their general manager.
Whether it works or not, and what the use is, let’s talk about it first...there must be some style to let people know that they are all bright people.
Fang Hang had met Ming Lu many times before, and he recognized the Ming family's butler who was following behind with a smile at a glance. He glanced at the marketing manager's slippers and beach shorts with regret.
The general manager himself has no idea of this at all.
Mingchi had a lot of fun tonight. Seeing everyone having fun made him even happier. Although he was inevitably a little tired, he was still very energetic.
The managers of Huaisheng Entertainment were unable to perform in their best condition. They expressed childish regret for five seconds before giving up the idea. Looking at Mingchi's condition, they couldn't help but smile.
"We just had a meeting, and we'll come to the beach every year, play music and light a bonfire together."
Fang Hang smiled and said, "Let's set the date today, the Huaisheng Beach Music Festival."
They had just gathered together to cram on the relevant knowledge and introduced the arrangements in a few words, making it sound quite realistic. Ming Chi's eyes lit up as well: "Do you have an internal ticket?"
Fang Hang exchanged glances with the others: "That's hard to say."
They wanted to try to invite Mingchi to come back and play guitar every two or three years. But I was also worried that it might not be too frequent. After all, the other party must have a lot of other things to do and also need to receive systematic training to be a captain.
Over the years, Mingchi has been stuck here for various reasons and with various people, including them - so Mingchi also has good reasons to do whatever he wants.
"The audience seats are definitely very popular, especially the VIP seats. Even we ourselves may not be able to get a seat."
The managers had not yet completely recovered from the blow of failing to get the boat tickets, and they all felt heartbroken when they heard this. Kuang Li took over the conversation with resentment and continued: "But..."
"You can change it." Ming Chi reached into his coat pocket, "I have an invitation."
Kuang Li was still thinking about the meaning of "but". He paused for a moment and suddenly asked, "What invitation letter?"
It took the others a little longer to come back to their senses, but they reacted one after another. They suddenly guessed what Mingchi was looking for them for, and one after another stared at him with shining eyes.
Mingchi no longer suppressed the curve of his lips. He also followed their example and cleared his throat seriously.
He had just received these from Uncle Lu, and when he took his hand out of the pocket of his windbreaker, he found a stack of rather exquisite envelopes: "Invitation to a cruise trip. I am an intern on the ship and can invite friends."
Some managers seem quite calm, but in fact they have been secretly stepping on Manager Fang's foot.
Fang Hang stepped back calmly, walked in front of Ming Chi, and asked in a low voice: "Is it convenient? Is it inappropriate--"
"Won't."
Behind Ming Chi, a lucky fan who came over answered: "We will invite all our friends."
This sentence seemed to need to add something in the second half. Fang Hang was stunned for several seconds before coming back to his senses. He quickly extended his hand: "Mr. Ming."
Ming Weiting had already heard Ming Chi introduce these people, so he nodded and shook hands with him: "Thank you."
Fang Hang understood what he was saying and shook his head dumbly: "It would be great if you could help me sooner... We don't know how to thank Mr. Ming."
The storm has passed and everything is back on track, but when they see Ming Chi being supported by Chief Steward Ming to rest on the reef, they still can't help but feel regretful.
Because everything has gotten better, there is no need to talk about this regret anymore, but it has only been less than four years since the 19-year-old guitarist leaped nimbly onto the stage.
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If they could really do the work earlier, it would be better to carry the person on their backs earlier.
"He'll still be healthy, it just takes time."
Ming Weiting seemed to know what they were thinking: "I will invite him to travel to the sea for a while to recuperate and recover his body."
Several people were waiting for this answer. They quickly exchanged glances and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
——In fact, on the way here, Mingchi had already assured them that they would be healthy in the future.
But when they were together in the past, Xiao Luo always curled up in the corner of the sofa with a pillow in his arms playing games. He even had difficulty standing up, but he still believed that he was healthy every day.
Considering the general manager's consistently overly lenient standards in this matter, they still need to hear enough strong evidence before they can completely put their minds at ease.
"Okay, that's good." Fang Hang nodded immediately. "You can rest for a while longer. There's no rush at all."
"We also want him to rest and be free to do what he wants without worrying about the people around him."
Fang Hang said: "He should do what he likes, and we will never disturb him."
Having said this, Fang Hang suddenly stopped talking.
He recalled that on the night when the interview clip was circulated, the crew of "Flame" contacted them late at night and the call was very urgent.
The two parties have been cooperating during this period. Zhao Lan called on behalf of Director Gong to inquire about the situation. This is not an official confirmation process and will definitely not be leaked. They just want to get a slightly more accurate answer in their private capacity.
Zhao Lan called over, asking for the answer on behalf of Teacher Gong.
Zhao Lan herself actually wanted to find out the answer.
"I won't disturb him, I definitely won't." Zhao Lan knew the situation very well and repeatedly assured him on the phone, "Whether it's him or not, he will need a long time to recuperate and he must be absolutely safe and sound."
Zhao Lan herself had experienced something very similar, and she knew this feeling very well - it took her thirteen years, with the company of her family and the support of her lover, to finally and completely get out of the shadow of that incident.
Only now was she fully prepared to touch upon the past, to touch upon things connected with the past, and to meet familiar people.
So she knew better than anyone that this kind of thing must not be rushed.
No matter whether Mingchi has returned to the right track or started a new life, as long as Mingchi is not ready, she will not disturb him rashly.
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Just like before she came, her sister repeatedly mentioned to her about the boy who was stopped outside the ward with the shell boat in his arms. Even though his eyes were red, he absolutely refused to let anyone see it. He told them clearly word by word that his sister would definitely get better.
After the death certificate was confirmed, Zhao Lan received the personal belongings left to her by Luo Zhi from the trust institution.
Luo Zhi knew nothing about the crew at that time, and didn't know that she brought gifts for the whole family to give her brother a big surprise.
Luo Zhi still thought she was still living far away.
In fact, Luo Zhi would write to her sister over the years, and her sister would reply. Luo Zhi knew that she had a happy family and a very good husband, but she still had nightmares frequently.
Luo Zhi wrote a long letter, telling her that he wanted to go abroad, travel and see the scenery.
Luo Chi told her that he was going to take a boat out to sea to play guitar for the waves, go to the top of the mountain to paint the sunrise, make friends with many people, and do many wonderful and interesting things, and it might take many, many years before he could come back.
Luo Zhi said in the letter that his sister should always live the happiest life, and he would help his sister get rid of nightmares, and that his sister was the bravest sister.
Luo Zhi was sleeping in the water. He didn't know that Zhao Lan had already known everything, and he didn't know that Zhao Lan knew very well that it was a relic and that the contents inside were not true.
…
Zhao Lan had never said these words to anyone.
She didn't learn the bad news suddenly. She has always been prepared and has continued to receive psychological counseling and guidance over the years. The counselor has talked to her a lot.
So even after receiving that letter, she was already able to regulate her mental and emotional state.
Zhao Lan and her husband agreed that in the future, she would take her brother's letters with her when going out to sea and climbing mountains, and take him to see the scenery described in his letters to see if it was really as beautiful as he imagined.
She thought her emotions had been regulated very well - so she herself didn't even understand why she suddenly couldn't control herself tonight.
When I saw the news circulating on the Internet and learned that my brother had just forgotten everything but there was still hope and possibility of survival, I suddenly hugged my husband and couldn't stop crying no matter what.
Even Zhao Lan herself didn't know why she couldn't sleep tonight. Instead, she felt sad, happy, and couldn't help crying. She wanted to say it all out.
"It's true." Fang Hang finally replied to Zhao Lan, "Everything in the letter is true."
Every sentence was true, even if the content was just a dream that Luo Zhi had - they all became true in the end.
Their general manager never breaks his word. Even if some things have not been realized yet due to time and physical reasons, they will all become true in the end.
Fang Hang said: "He was too tired during this period, so he slept for a long time."
They hadn't responded to anyone before this. So when Fang Hang said this, he seemed to have finally confirmed it: "He will be fine, he will have a new life, it's true."
That night, Zhao Lan and her husband talked to them on the phone for a long time.
We talked until there were no more tears left, only pure relaxation and happiness, and eager anticipation.
Zhao Lan's husband is a professor at a well-known dance academy, so he can be considered an insider. They were very gentle and cheerful people. I became familiar with them very quickly and we even lamented together about how hard it was to get cruise tickets.
Xiang Luan's estimation was wrong, there were still many people around the world who couldn't get tickets - Zhao Lan and his wife both had a vacation recently, and originally wanted to take their brother's letter on a cruise to see the scenery on the sea as their first stop.
The plan was well planned, but it failed at the first step. Zhao Lan's husband sent them a message today, lamenting their bad luck and that they were both stranded in this world.
…
Fang Hang came back to his senses and saw the marketing manager excitedly standing up and waving his cell phone at him.
Zhao Lan and her husband were quite surprised and delighted. They found the lottery page and registered their names and phone numbers with the intention of giving it a try. Surprisingly, they actually won tickets for a family vacation cruise. They are now suggesting that their friends at Huaisheng Entertainment also give it a try.
The friends from Huaisheng Entertainment hit it off with the couple right away and became familiar with each other in just a few days. The leader of the dance training group even wanted to bring a few artist trainees to see the performance of the professional group.
These people can talk about anything and it turns to work. They were even more interested when they heard that Zhao Lan's husband had his own dance studio. Now they are chatting enthusiastically on the phone and have made plans to meet before the trip.
Fang Hang met Kuang Li's gaze, rubbed his temples half as if he had a headache and half as if he was speechless, and took a deep breath and exhaled.
He once again expressed his sincere gratitude to Ming Weiting: "Really... we don't know how to thank Mr. Ming."
"If it's convenient," Ming Weiting said, "can you release some shares? The Ming family will subscribe for them."
Fang Hang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the other person.
Because of Ming Chi, this "master" of the Ming family who was feared and respected by many people was calm in front of them and did not make them nervous at all - Fang Hang was mentally prepared for this.
But he never thought that the other party would take the initiative to bring up such a thing.
Of course there is no problem in releasing shares to the Ming family.
Their original intention was just to ensure the absolute integrity of the equity, to ensure the original team had absolute management rights over the company, and to prevent irrelevant outsiders from interfering.
Now everything is on the right track. If the Ming family is willing to hold shares, it will only be beneficial to future development.
This is true from a public perspective, but from a private perspective... they just want to return the company to Mingchi.
Almost at the same time when this thought came to mind, Fang Hang suddenly came to his senses and realized what the other party really meant: "General Manager——"
Fang Hang and Kuang Li looked at each other, and their eyes lit up in disbelief.
Fang Hang quickly glanced at Ming Chi who was resting not far away. He unconsciously lowered his voice and asked impatiently, "Is he still willing to continue to be our general manager in the future?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the others immediately looked up, staring at him with burning gazes.
"If you can accept that the general manager is always absent from work, it's better to just let go of everything."
Ming Weiting agreed to help Ming Chi discuss this matter, repeating the original words: "Only when I see good scripts, good artists, and good resources can I remember that I am still the general manager and help them get them back."
Fang Hang almost laughed out loud: "Enough, enough - you don't even need to do this!" He couldn't help but blame himself for being careless. He didn't even remember to bring the share subscription agreement with him when he came to the beach. "The office has been kept, and it's still as clean as before. I'm just waiting for the general manager to come back at any time to play games and sleep."
"We still have dinner in the office and cook hot pot as before, and the refrigerator is still full of beer." Fang Hang said, "The general manager is always welcome to come back for hot pot and beer."
His voice was a little out of control, or perhaps he simply didn't want to control it anymore, so it was carried by the wind and General Manager Ming could hear it clearly.
The general manager is good in every way except that he is still the same as before, his ears turn red when he hears these words.
Ming Chi stood up steadily, took his walking stick and went to get some fresh air. Before he took a few steps, he was surrounded by the team he led himself.
Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu didn't even help.
Mr. Shadow even reached out his hand, ruffled his hair, and helped him take the cane.
Mingchi was lifted up by several hands without any explanation.
In one night, these people had completely figured out Mingchi's physical condition. They were both more tactful and less tactful than before, and they happily lifted him up and threw him high.
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Still exactly the same as before.
Ming Chi opened his eyes wide, and he realized that he actually remembered some rather vague fragments - he couldn't see any specific details at all, it was so blurry that it was almost a silhouette, he remembered being thrown into the sky like this.
It seems like they have negotiated some great resources, or maybe a TV series they produced performed several times better than they expected.
He actually couldn't remember any of this, he just remembered how he felt at that time.
His balance was affected by his old injury, and he actually felt a little dizzy, but there was no need to be afraid, because there were many hands below to catch him.
There was extremely excited noise all around, and Mingchi laughed out loud. He was put down by those who had had enough of the noise and helped to stand steadily. He reached out to gather everyone he could see.
Who would be willing to be left behind? A bunch of people squeezed in with all their might and hugged each other without saying a word.
Xiang Luan's assurances sometimes go wrong.
For example, even very mature and calm adults can't help but shed tears sometimes.
Seeing Mingchi was fine, they were just happy. Seeing Mingchi shining among the crowd, they were not only happy, but also felt proud of it.
Maybe only at this time.
They tried their best to keep the company alive and finally gave it back to the people who had brought them here. And this person turned around, smiled and asked them if they still wanted him and if they could still be the same as before.
The marketing manager was the worst and cried the loudest: "General Manager, you are finally back. We missed you so much. We have always missed you so much..."
Because she cried too loudly, there was a high possibility that other company members would hear her and embarrass the management, so Manager Fang and Manager Kuang each slapped her in the face, silencing her voice.
To serve as an example to others, the rest of the people dared not utter a word, and under the watchful eyes of the two men, they quickly and orderly shed their tears.
Ming Chi laughed and patted everyone on the shoulders and gently on the back.
"It's not a big deal." Ming Chi said with a smile, "It's okay."
The marketing manager had just tried to hold back her tears when she heard him say the same words in the same tone and content as before, so she quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth tightly.
It was a bit of a mistake, and this time Fang Hang and Kuang Li didn't have time to take care of him.
How many times has this happened? Probably too many times.
Can’t count. Most of the time it is in the middle of the night, and no one does not work overtime until midnight during this period.
When I felt extremely uncomfortable and couldn't continue working, I would tiptoe to the general manager's office and open the door.
Wind came in from the window that was not closed tightly, and lifted the curtains slightly.
It was as if there was someone else in the room.
They stood at the door, as if listening to the young man's every adjustment to the company's development direction, every time he took a step back to where no one could see him.
The figure was curled up on the sofa, typing on the computer. He looked up when he heard the sound. Seeing that each of these people was more frustrated and discouraged than him, he smiled helplessly: "Okay, it's not a big deal..."
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"It's no big deal."
Ming Chi said softly, "It's okay."
"It's been hard work." Their young general manager said, "I'm back."
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