The wind tonight is neither cold nor hot.
As the moon got higher and higher, the tourists slowly dispersed with a lingering desire, and the beach gradually became quiet.
Many people in the company had agreed to stay up all night, and Kuang Li took them to the car one by one and took them to a nearby hotel, ready to watch the sunrise the next morning.
Fang Hang and his friends stayed at the beach and chatted for a long time with Mr. Ming who came to pick up the general manager.
It lasted so long that Mingchi had been stuffed into a beach chair and slept for several hours under a blanket. Every time I open my eyes, I can still see the shadows of a group of people around the campfire.
Ming Chi was distracted for a moment, met Ming Lu's gaze from nearby, and took a deep breath: "Super comfortable."
He was actually feeling a little hot, and couldn't help but quietly kick off half of the blanket. Unfortunately, it was soon discovered by Uncle Lu, who replaced it with an air-conditioned blanket which was still tightly covered and much cooler.
Mingchi had no strength to move at the moment, and it was indeed not suitable for him to catch a cold. He obediently lay down under the thin blanket, and when Uncle Lu hit him on the head, he bowed his eyes and thanked him.
"If you're tired, go home first." Minglu helped him push aside his sweaty hair. "You can go back to the cruise ship. Sir, you'll be back soon."
Mingchi didn't want to go anywhere for the time being. He shook his head and looked at the shadow not far away.
Mr. Ming's ability in "chatting" is far from being evolved to the level of fluency. Most of the time, he just listens to these people talking, and only rarely interrupts them to ask a question or two.
General Manager Ming, the person involved, was not allowed to participate in the conversation and was forced to sleep here. It is obvious that they must be talking about his three years at Huaisheng.
…
I don’t know how there is so much to talk about, and I haven’t finished it yet.
Uncle Lu criticized him: "It's too much."
Mingchi smiled and shook his head. He closed his eyes and opened them again after a while.
It may sound strange to say this - but every time he opened his eyes, he would suddenly feel dazed for a few seconds and feel as if he had just truly woken up.
Not from that particularly comfortable tiredness, or that peaceful drowsiness of being half asleep and half awake.
It was a longer nightmare that he once thought would have no way out. He didn't know when he fell into that feeling, but this feeling had actually been lurking in the depths of the darkness for perhaps years, or maybe even longer.
Perhaps it was the ten years that were erased from his memory.
"I read those letters, Uncle Lu," Mingchi said, "and I like myself very much."
Minglu pulled a chair over, sat down next to him, and listened attentively.
"I think if I met myself ten years ago - no matter when I met myself, I would make friends with him."
Ming Chi smiled and said, "There are definitely many things that need to be corrected and ideas that need to be adjusted...but I will still like him very much."
"We will too." Minglu said, "The master mentioned this yesterday."
Mingchi opened his eyes slightly and turned his head curiously to listen.
Minglu picked up the iron axe and poked the bonfire twice to make it burn more vigorously. "Sir, you can't sleep, so let's chat. We discussed this possibility and the chances of carrying you directly onto the boat and taking you away."
The result of the discussion was that the chances of the plan's success were slim.
This is not surprising, after all, Mingchi was already quite self-protective when he was a teenager. If you use soft tactics, the other party won't believe you, and if you use hard tactics, a fierce fight is likely to occur.
But this discussion did have some effect, at least it successfully cured my husband's insomnia.
Of course Minglu would not know what Ming Weiting dreamed about. However, judging from the quality and duration of the gentleman's sleep, he most likely went back to ten years ago and personally negotiated with the teenage master.
Ming Chi rested his head on his arms and laughed at Uncle Lu's rather serious tone. Coincidentally, the conversation not far away also entered a relaxed phase and laughter broke out almost at the same time.
Mr. Shadow probably hasn't learned to smile in front of other people yet, but his expression is quite gentle and he raises his eyes to look over.
In fact, the distance between them was not too far. Ming Weiting knew his location very well and did not need to look for him specifically. His sight easily fell into Ming Chi's eyes.
Ming Chi couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.
He asked Uncle Lu to help him adjust the backrest of the beach chair, sat up and waved.
Mingchi now began to understand why Mr. Shadow suddenly said those words to him that night and asked him to go out and see the world first.
The world outside is different from a cruise ship, and it is also different from a sea-view villa that does not invite guests, and he is no longer the same as he was ten years ago. There are many things and people he has never seen outside, endless excitement, and friends who are always waiting for him.
He sat in the villa reading the letter he left for himself, repeatedly thinking about what he was like in the past, but it turned out that there was no need to go through so much trouble.
Just put aside all your worries and meet your friends without thinking about anything.
Some things that have not been forgotten and will never be forgotten will be remembered by themselves.
"Uncle Lu." Ming Chi suddenly said, "It's fun outside."
Minglu was not surprised by this statement, just as he was not surprised at all by the rapid changes that had taken place in Mingchi's body in the past few days.
He and his husband could see Mingchi waking up. That road was not easy to walk on. Even Mingchi had to wait until now to finally take the last step and bid farewell to all traces left by that nightmare.
Minglu smiled and nodded. He was about to tell Mingchi that there were more interesting things outside, but he found that Mingchi was still staring into the distance in a daze.
Minglu waved his hands in front of him: "What's wrong?"
Ming Lu turned around and found Ming Weiting was also looking at him.
The managers of Huaisheng Entertainment were chatting happily with each other. Everyone was in such a relaxed mood that no one noticed such small details - just like the sudden concert by the campfire before.
Minglu was on the boat, accompanying her husband to enjoy the entire concert, and also strictly followed the "Star Chasing Guide" to provide light support.
Here again we have to thank the development of technology. The performance of the telescope and the long-range high-definition camera were quite good. Even though they were just on the boat, they still enjoyed a very immersive audio-visual feast.
Then, before Ming Lu could react, Ming Weiting had already got off the boat.
He walked quite fast. There were a lot of people gathered on the beach. Ming Weiting stopped next to the reef and Ming Lu caught up with him.
During this journey, Ming Weiting did not make any move that would attract attention - Ming Lu could confirm this completely. There were so many listeners coming from all over the place, and they were just like ordinary tourists attracted by the music.
But Mingchi just didn't know how he found them.
During the next half-minute guitar solo, Ming Chi kept looking at Ming Weiting.
He played for his only lucky fan.
These days they could actually occasionally hear some fragments, floating over intermittently from the cabin. Some of the bars had probably been polished and adjusted over and over again so many times that they immediately felt familiar when they heard them.
That melody seemed to have some strange power. The wind was humming, the tide was responding, and even the chirping of seabirds seemed just right, crisp and bright.
There was a pair of lovers kissing not far away, which might be the best annotation to that melody - there will always be such an encounter.
Countless encounters and partings occur every moment in this world. There is always one of those encounters that makes you feel that the sky and sea are vast, the world is boundless, everything is beautiful, and everything is full of vitality.
Mingchi regained some strength.
He put his right arm behind his neck and leaned back to loosen up his sore shoulders and back.
Meeting Minglu's gaze, Mingchi smiled and continued speaking, as if there was no connection, transition or cause and effect that needed to be explained between the two sentences.
It seems like these are just two pieces of common sense, or simply a sentence: "It's fun outside."
He said, "I like Mr. Shadow."
…
The managers chatted for half the night.
While Mr. Ming was so sleepy that he fell asleep in the beach chair, they left a letter and quietly left the beach.
Ming Chi woke up from another short good dream and found himself as an empty-nest general manager. He just got on the tour bus of Wanghai Villa: "It's too much."
Ming Weiting stroked his hair and let him lean on his shoulder: "They were embarrassed to wake you up, fearing that you would come after them."
Ming Chi was a little surprised: "Why?"
The surroundings were already very quiet, and the water-like darkness enveloped the entire space. The lights were reflected in the water, and the stars looked particularly beautiful.
With no one around, Mingchi relaxed and gave himself completely to Mr. Shadow's strength.
"Sir, you can't say it." Duan Minglu heard it clearly, "They asked you to keep it a secret."
General Manager Ming guessed it in one second: "Expose my past."
No wonder she ran away while he was sleeping.
It would be better if he knew what the dark history was. But that's the problem. So many things happened in the past that even he himself is not clear about.
The more Ming Chi thought about it, the more worried he became: "Are there any particularly childish ones?"
Ming Weiting shook his head: "Just some old things."
He was obviously relieved. Since Mingchi had guessed it himself, he would not break his promise if he said it out loud: "They drank some wine."
During this period, although the official blog has been releasing Mingchi’s past materials, no one has mentioned what happened in the past three years.
Those things were hidden tacitly by everyone, hidden in the place where they would least be touched by mistake. No one touched them or thought about them. They just kept their heads down and moved forward.
Finally having this opportunity, these people poured out everything in one breath, and as they spoke they even forgot that Mr. Ming was nearby.
Mingchi certainly knew this too. He put the letter into his arms and put it away carefully. After thinking for a while, he smiled again: "Mr. Ming also invited people to drink."
"They are your friends." Ming Weiting said, "I am very grateful to them."
Mingchi didn't speak immediately.
He looked at the shadows of the moon reflected in the water, and after a moment of silence, he spoke softly, "Me too."
Ming Weiting gently rubbed his hair.
Ming Chi raised his eyes. He was distracted for only a short while, and then his eyes became clear again: "Mr. Tour Bus."
Ming Weiting was startled for a moment, then reacted: "Welcome aboard, do you want to speed up or slow down?"
"No need for anything. The speed is just right." Ming Chi had a good sense of direction this time. He raised his hand and set a new coordinate quite accurately. "Can you open another special line?"
Ming Weiting looked in the direction he gave.
He looked at the bright lights there, lowered his head and asked, "Want to sleep on the cruise ship?"
In the conversation just now, the managers did mention this matter hesitantly.
They didn’t try to control public opinion about tonight’s bonfire party, and word of it has spread quickly online—and the response has certainly been good. Huaisheng Entertainment had its own photography department that went with them, but the clips were only posted on the official blog. The eagerly awaited comment section was already so excited that it was completely impossible to calm down, with some even shouting that they wanted to go and have a chance encounter.
These kinds of words are usually just jokes, just for fun, no one will take them seriously.
First of all, beaches are everywhere, so it is really difficult to locate a specific location. Secondly, by the time the video clip was released, the party had already ended, and even if you found the place, you wouldn't be able to see anyone.
"...but." Fang Hang looked hesitant, but still reminded, "There are still some people who know the place."
The reason why we talked for so long is not only because there are too many things worth talking about in the past three years, but also because we also talked about some not-so-pleasant things in the middle.
Just like that family.
This was mentioned in the comments section on the day the interview video was released. The gossip news said that Luo's parents were looking for a doctor everywhere to "cure Luo Zhi's illness" and get the family back together, but this was not entirely a rumor.
…
Minglu had taken this matter under his charge, and Xun Zhen had already handled it properly at that time.
The attending physician in the team sent students to the branch hospital where Luo Chengxiu was admitted to give the two people a lesson, explaining in detail the impact of brain surgery on memory, and also showing them the records of previous contacts with various hospitals and expert teams.
Luo's mother looked unable to accept this result and was about to get angry again, but she was intimidated by Luo Chengxiu's deadly coldness and did not make a fuss.
"So this is how you can stop making trouble." Luo Chengxiu was pushed back to the ward by the nurse. His strength was exhausted when the student spoke, and he leaned lifelessly in the wheelchair, "If."
He couldn't even finish his words at once: "If, in the past, when you were mad, I spoke for Luo Chi."
He asked his wife, "Will you go crazy again?"
Luo's mother looked pale and couldn't utter a word.
Luo Chengxiu knew the answer.
But he still didn't know: "Does it have to be this way?"
"Okay, don't think about it." Luo's mother comforted him in a trembling voice, "Let's go again and look for it again. Who says what they say is definitely true? What if..."
"It has to be like this." Luo Chengxiu looked at the ground, "Am I regretting this?"
"Even if there was no Ming family and no such disaster, I would still have your lifeblood."
Luo Chengxiu said: "He has been collecting evidence against me for a long time. He has sold your daughter and harmed your eldest son. He doesn't deal with you because you don't need him to deal with you specifically."
"Even if this incident didn't happen, he would have done these things in the future."
He seemed not to have heard his wife's words and continued in a low voice: "Without Luo Zhi to check him, when he grows up, he will bring us to the same fate sooner or later."
Luo's mother already knew about Jian Huaiyi's counterattack. Their money was still frozen. She was very clear about this, but she still couldn't figure it out: "When I brought him back, he was only seven years old..."
"So we taught him to be like this." Luo Chengxiu asked, "Are you regretting this?"
Luo's mother looked terrified: "...What?"
"Without Luo Zhi, we would have ended up like this sooner or later, living a miserable life," Luo Chengxiu said. "It would be great if he came back."
What he said hit the nail on the head. Luo's mother froze in place, her body shaking violently.
"What are you regretting? Has he forgotten everything? Can't he let us continue to suck his blood?"
Luo Chengxiu's chest began to ache again. He collapsed in the wheelchair, sweating coldly. "If I say that I regret why I didn't speak up for him... I'm wondering why I never said a word for him. Do you believe me?"
He looked at his wife's doubtful eyes and knew he had gotten the answer. The answer was nothing surprising and even he himself didn't believe it.
Luo Chengxiu grinned sarcastically: "Jian Rou."
His breathing was already heavy. He called out Luo's mother's name in a hoarse voice, staring at her with bloodshot eyes: "You know, I care about face the most."
"I believe it!" Luo's mother reacted and said quickly, "I think the same as you! Let's find someone to treat him. There are problems with these people's medical skills. Let's find someone else..."
"If you dare to go find him and pester him to pity you and us, you will embarrass me."
Luo Chengxiu said: "I will pull you and jump down from here. If I die, I will take you with me."
Luo's mother closed her mouth tightly, fear fixed in her eyes.
Until Luo Chengxiu was sent to the emergency room again, she still huddled in the corner motionless and did not make any sound.
…
The students who went to the lecture had no idea what was going on, and when they came back they just relayed the story as it was, completely unable to figure out what the family was fussing about: "What were you doing this morning?"
There is no answer to this question. In the end, someone just sighed and everyone went about their own business.
Xun Zhen relayed this matter to them, and said that there was nothing serious with Luo's father, but he just didn't talk to anyone after waking up. He either lay in bed in a daze or sat in a wheelchair and watched those episodes of the documentary over and over again. As for Luo's mother, she had become quite obedient and stopped making trouble.
There was no need to tell Mingchi about these things. The managers spoke in low voices and very carefully.
…
When they talked about this matter with Ming Weiting, it was not originally entirely to remind him and Ming Chi that there might be outsiders in Wanghai Villa in the next two days.
For Mr. Ming, this is not really something he needs to solve specifically.
"If you want to go home and sleep, go home."
Ming Weiting said: "Don't worry, you can go anywhere."
Ming Chi hadn't thought about this at all. When he mentioned this, he noticed something. After a little thought, he connected the dots: "Is there a stranger in the villa?"
Ming Weiting paused and was silent for a moment: "Oh no."
"I let it slip." Ming Chi immediately helped him fill in the blanks, "What should I do?"
Ming Weiting asked: "What should we do?"
Mingchi looked at Mr. Shadow carefully for a long time, and roughly guessed what was going on, so he asked for the cane in Uncle Lu's hand.
"We walked a long way today." Ming Weiting noticed his movements, "The tour bus doesn't want to let the passengers off."
Ming Chi smiled: "The passengers want to accompany the tour bus for a while."
He used his cane to steady himself and slowly moved his right leg twice. After the initial soreness passed, he felt much better: "The passenger's health is getting better very quickly."
Ming Weiting looked at him, warmth gradually showing in his eyes, and he raised his hand to touch Ming Chi's ear.
"How cool!" Ming Weiting said, "How can it be so cool?"
Ming Chi pursed his lips, and the place where his earlobe was touched immediately turned red. When he had moved almost all the time, he switched the cane to his left hand and handed his right hand to Mr. Shadow.
"President Xun came to me and talked to me for a long time." Ming Chi said, "I thought about it for a long time, and every word he said made sense."
The ground here is flat. Ming Chi got used to it after a few steps. He led the tour bus towards the pier and said, "There is a saying that I have to be responsible for the people who care about me."
Ming Weiting disagreed and frowned: "You don't have to be responsible to anyone."
"I still have to. It feels good to be responsible." Ming Chi smiled, "And Dean Xun is right."
Ming Chi heard it quietly: "If I were still trapped by the past and dragged back by the people of the past, it would make all the friends who helped me along the way sad."
"That won't do." Ming Chi said, "Friends can't be sad."
He added: "Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu are even worse."
Mr. Shadow had learned how to find faults from somewhere: "Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu are not friends."
Ming Chi suppressed the corner of his mouth. He did not explain. Ming Weiting held his hand tightly, and he turned back to find Uncle Lu's arm.
Minglu followed from behind, took back his cane, and together with his master, lifted Mingchi up by his arm and crossed the small puddle left by the high tide in front.
Ming Chi landed on the ground and stood firm, and gave himself a very satisfied evaluation: "One hundred points."
Ming Weiting's eyes also showed more smiles. He raised his hand to touch his hair, pressed it and rubbed it twice: "I was wrong."
"It's 'more' that's not possible." Ming Weiting said, "We are family members."
Ming Chi felt a burning sensation in his chest. He saw the same smile in Uncle Lu's eyes: "We are family."
"President Xun also left me a poem and asked me to draw a picture for him." Ming Chi said, "The one who left me."
Those who left me, yesterday cannot be kept.
"No painting for you." said the black-hearted creditor. "You have nothing to worry about today."
Ming Chi really laughed this time, coughed lightly and nodded: "I really can't draw it, I really don't remember it."
He had never mentioned this matter on his own initiative. Ming Weiting lowered his head and looked into his eyes with a serious expression, waiting for Ming Chi to continue.
"I don't know why... maybe." Ming Chi said, "Dean Xun said that maybe there are psychological factors. I made a decision before the operation."
He remembered what happened ten years ago. Logically, he should be able to remember some of the family's past and what they looked like.
But he couldn't remember anything, even the images were completely blurry.
The letter he left for himself before the operation did not contain any content related to those people. He could guess a little based on what happened before and after and the scars on his body, but he couldn't find any relevant feeling at all.
"Just in time." Ming Weiting stopped and said, "Your friends also mentioned something to me."
Ming Chi immediately came back to his senses: "What's the matter?"
"They said you no longer have any family - Uncle Lu and I are your new family."
Ming Weiting summed it up for him: "The process is not described, but the result is clear."
Ming Chi laughed and nodded in agreement: "Okay."
Ming Weiting looked at him, raised his hands, held Ming Chi's neck, closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against his.
Ming Chi took the initiative to let him lean against him and held Mr. Shadow's hand: "You can forget the process."
He coughed lightly and added, "I don't remember it anyway, so I can forget it."
Ming Weiting nodded.
Maybe after a few years, he will learn to forget.
Mingchi's friends said that each of the family had asked Mr. Luo to cut off ties with them countless times - his mother wished he was dead, and Luo Chengxiu had also said in an interview that everything about his son had nothing to do with him, and if he got into trouble in the future, they didn't need to come after him.
The interview was released without editing. At that time, Luo Zhi was only 19 years old. He was learning to smoke on the rooftop and coughing so hard that his lungs were about to burst.
"If it weren't for us, he would have left." Fang Hang whispered, "We tied him up too. He knows better than anyone what the consequences will be if we are handed over to the Luo family."
“…Anyway.”
Fang Hang clenched his fists tightly. The managers exchanged glances in silence and mustered up their courage: "He has no family anymore."
"He disappeared as soon as he reached adulthood. The family said so themselves. They no longer have any relationship with him."
“So we are his family.”
Fang Hang's face flushed red: "We took 51% of the company's shares as his property... I know that this amount is actually nothing."
Ming Weiting didn't think so. He shook his head to correct him, but Fang Hang just continued talking.
"We will make the company great, powerful, and more powerful - we will make these shares more and more valuable." Fang Hang said, "Of course, it won't be that much, but it will always be his. I will always support him."
Fang Hang stumbled a little bit. He didn't know how to say these words without being rude. They really didn't know how to thank each other, so it was indeed too offensive to say such words at this time.
They were just too afraid of any more twists and turns. This has nothing to do with reality or the other person's character. It's just that too many sad things happened in the past, so one is still afraid of the rope.
"He is not only... not only the young master of the Ming family, but also our general manager." Fang Hang said, "He is the reason why we have become who we are now. He is the family member of all of us."
"He is very capable, and we will also work hard. We will definitely accompany him and make his company even more powerful."
"We really don't know how to thank you... We don't know how to say it."
Fang Hang's hands were shaking. He was too worried that his words might not be polite enough. "In the future, we will undertake any publicity and public opinion work for Ming's cruise company free of charge, or if there are other--"
"I know." Ming Weiting said.
Fang Hang stood there in a daze, staring at him motionlessly.
…
What he said was confusing, but Ming Weiting actually knew what he wanted to say.
"They want to send you here as your family to be with us."
Ming Weiting looked at Ming Chi and helped to convey: "They want you to know that you always have a way out. Even if the worst happens, you can always go back to them."
Ming Chi was quite sure: "The worst case scenario is that I find that I really can't finish the painting, so I go back to the company and steal a copy machine."
Ming Weiting couldn't help but laugh. He changed the position of his hand that was held by Ming Chi, turning it over so that their hands were completely interlocked.
Mingchi was taken back to their cruise ship by him. After walking for a while, he suddenly remembered: "Mr. Shadow."
Ming Weiting turned his head to look at him.
"What's your answer?" Ming Chi was really curious. "What was your final answer?"
Ming Weiting stopped and thought about it.
He raised his free hand and gently touched Ming Chi's ear, saying in a gentle voice: "I was wrong."
Ming Chi was startled and blinked.
"I was wrong, not the young master." Ming Weiting said softly, "You are my little master."
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