The young gentleman did not take the next step and stood still calmly.
…
The young gentleman calmly boiled it.
The night dew condensed on the rocks fell into the sea. As the moonlight stirred, seabirds woke up from their sleep and fluttered across the beach.
Ming Weiting still looked at him.
His gaze fell into Ming Chi's eyes. There were ripples forming there, one layer upon another, like the piece of music that Mingchi was playing for him alone.
Ming Weiting suddenly said, "Not good."
Ming Chi came back to his senses. He was wondering if he had heated up the wind. "What's wrong?"
"The fireworks shouldn't be postponed," Ming Weiting said. "The atmosphere is very suitable at this time."
He and Mingchi agreed that after they came back from doing some errands, they would hug each other and chase the fireworks in the sea. But it was too late today, and Mingchi had so much fun that he really didn't have much energy left.
…
Taking safety and other factors into consideration, Mr. Ming temporarily postponed the matter for two days. He did not think there would be any problem at the time, but now he suddenly felt a clear regret.
Minglu stood not too far away, watching the scenery. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but suddenly he coughed.
Ming Chi also coughed. He looked at Mr. Ming who was reflecting seriously and couldn't help but lower his voice to join in the discussion: "What is the right thing to do?"
Ming Weiting shook his head. He didn't know clearly: "Uncle Lu refused to say."
He was just looking into Ming Chi's eyes - of course he looked into Ming Chi's eyes often. In the past, most of the time it was to allow Mingchi to see his lip movements clearly, establish a clear sense of communication, and also to find out the subtle changes in Mingchi's physical and emotional state.
Later it became a habit. He always wanted to look into those eyes. Seeing the smile in them would make him feel relaxed, and he would want to be happy too.
And when they came to the shore, among a group of people.
Ming Weiting is not used to crowds and has never been fond of crowds. I thought I would feel a little uncomfortable after getting off the boat. But after staying on the beach for a long time, I realized that the things around me were difficult to notice.
He didn't notice how many people were around him, how noisy it was, or the difference between land and the cruise ship.
He stood in the noise and looked at Mingchi, and found that Mingchi was also looking over at him.
...Even Mr. Ming knew very well that at this time, the "Star Chasing Guide" and the skills of making friends would be of no use.
But the experienced steward of the Ming family was quite excessive. He was unwilling to easily reveal the experience summarized by his father. He also told the teacher that he had to study this part by himself.
The accused steward of the Ming family didn't care at all. He smiled and gestured to the young master when the master wasn't looking.
Ming Chi blinked, then immediately understood what he meant, hiding his smile: "So excessive?"
"Yes." Mr. Ming continued to complain, "I have to figure it out on my own."
Ming Chi was still quite calm and his fever was rising. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand: "Okay."
Ming Weiting was a little puzzled and looked inquiringly at him.
"Okay." Mr. Ming bowed generously, "Please feel around."
Ming Weiting was stunned for a moment, and before he could come to his senses, his hand had been picked up and led away.
"It's hot here." Ming Chi held Mr. Shadow's hand, put his fingers on his ears, and introduced them to him. "It's the same down there, all the way up here."
He guided Mr. Shadow's hand to his left ear: "There's no tinnitus here anymore. When I wear hearing aids, I can hear clearly everything Mr. Shadow says."
"There's no problem with my eyesight either. The reexamination results show that I'm recovering well." Ming Chi gently touched his eyes with his hands, and then rested them on his temples. "I don't have a headache anymore."
Ming Chi continued to introduce the collar, and then went to the chest through the shirt: "This is where it beats, very fast." He held the hand and tapped his heart through his chest, "I guess it is very familiar with Mr. Shadow."
"I read the letter, and to be honest, it's a bit confusing. It's hard to fully guess what state I was in when I wrote it."
Ming Chi had a headache: "I wrote thirteen."
…But perhaps we can speculate now.
After all, some hearts are not only beating vigorously in the chest and hitting the ribs to greet the other person warmly, but are also diligently helping him to increase the number of "ah"s to thirty-six in one breath.
Ming Chi pursed his lips. He raised his eyes, and if he was not leading the other party to explore himself, he almost wanted to reach out and touch Mr. Shadow's eyes.
"This is the client's shoulder. It's a little sore. I want to take a bath in the bathtub when I get back to the cruise ship. The bathtub on the cruise ship has a massage function. That's why I want to go back to the cruise ship with Mr. Shadow."
"This is the person's arm. I don't think he will be able to lift it tomorrow, so I want to eat breakfast without chopsticks. In fact, I'm hungry now, and I want to invite Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu to have a midnight snack. I've been practicing cooking some new dishes these days."
"This is the hand of the person involved. I drew some pictures these days and prepared to show them to Mr. Shadow. Today I played the guitar and played all the songs I wrote these days for Mr. Shadow."
Ming Chi finally put his hand back into his own, folded it and held it: "It's very comfortable, so I plan to hold it like this forever."
"This is the person involved. He is holding hands and waiting to go home together."
Ming Chi looked up and finished his report: "Sir, have you figured it out?"
…
Manager Ming coughed, suppressed his smile, and swiftly left the scene. In a few steps, he quickly disappeared into the night and asked someone to lower the gangway of the cruise ship.
Ming Weiting still looked at Ming Chi.
He had been silent for so long that Ming Chi couldn't help but raise his hand and wave it in front of him: "Mr. Shadow?"
Ming Chi looked down at himself, a little curious: "What are you looking at?"
"Fireworks." Ming Weiting said, "Uncle Lu is right."
There shouldn't be guides, tips, or tutorials for this kind of thing, and you shouldn't be referring to the experience left by your father.
These can make people feel a little more certain, less overwhelmed and uneasy, but they can also offset the intense, fireworks-like feeling that comes after each unexpected moment.
Mingchi raised his head and saw Mr. Shadow suddenly laughing.
Ming Weiting lowered his head and looked at him, his eyes full of smiles, all of which were his shadow.
Ming Chi couldn't help but curl his eyes. His hands were too tired to lift up, but before he could use up all his strength to fall, he was picked up.
"Very clear." Ming Weiting hugged him in his arms.
It wasn't often that he hugged Ming Chi like this. He wrapped his arms around him, his chin resting lightly on the top of his head, his chest shaking slightly as he spoke: "A small part, very clear."
Ming Chi thought he had introduced it in detail and was a little surprised: "Is there still so much left to say?"
“It’s a lot. It would take a long time to explain.” Ming Weiting said, “It would take a long time to understand.”
Quite a long time.
Maybe it's enough time to write down 20,000 things.
…
At the dock, Minglu asked someone to put the gangway away. Not long after, he saw the little Mr. who was carried back by his master.
The Ming family's steward smiled and waved his hand, not asking the ship's health manager to adjust the gentleman's sleep problem. He was in no hurry to go into the cabin. He looked at the scenery on the deck for a while, and was then drawn inside by the tempting aroma of the food for a midnight snack.
The cruise ship was docked at the port and the sea was calm.
The moon had moved to the other side, and the darker sky looked like a piece of fine velvet, making the stars look particularly bright.
The midnight snack under the light is steaming hot and fragrant. Mingchi learned how to make fruit wine at a beach party. The crystal clear ice cubes fell into the glass, making a tinkling sound, and a layer of cold water droplets quickly formed on the outside of the glass.
Mingchi made the drinks and sat down with Mr. Shadow, who asked him to tell him what happened on the beach.
It seems that this ball of fire still does not have a clear enough understanding of "how cool he is", but those perspectives are also interesting, making people unable to help but be curious about the world in his eyes.
Mingchi told them about the changes in his friends, saying that everyone seemed to have become more mature and stable, and that the professional level of those artists was also better than before.
Mingchi said he saw an old man and an old woman with white hair. They were dressed very fashionably and were as energetic as young people.
He also saw a small group of surfing enthusiasts, all young people. Maybe they planned to stay in a hotel nearby after dark and were not in a hurry to leave. They discussed techniques in the shallows with the help of the lights and made some pretty amazing moves from time to time.
There are lots of interesting people and fun things to do on the beach. He saw two seabirds fighting over a fish. They were so angry that they turned around and took their anger out on the French fries that a passerby had just bought. There are also clams that can spray water, and crabs hiding in two sand holes not far away. One is responsible for scaring tourists who have never seen the sea, and the other is responsible for pinching people's toes.
And a pretty cool lady.
The mother of a boy about ten years old was wearing sunglasses and biting a lollipop. She and her son were happily playing with sand and water. Attracted by the sound of music, the two of them ran over and squeezed into the front row to squat and listen.
"Be this cool!" The cheers and applause were so loud that in the sound waves, the mother pulled her son and shouted, "Be this cool when you grow up! Be cool for mommy!!"
The boy is happy when he is with his mother, but he is still nervous when he meets strangers. Holding the new guitar his mother bought for him, and with the constant encouragement of several young guitarists, he finally plucked up the courage and ran to Mingchi to ask for his autograph.
Here we have to mention the musical instrument store on the beach - this store is quite old. The boss has worked here for more than ten years. He loves the sea and doesn't want to leave. He fights tenaciously with the sea breeze every day to remove moisture and prevent humidity.
The boss half sells musical instruments and half runs classes, providing resident singers and temporary bands for nearby bars. Business has always been mediocre. The last time guitars were sold out was ten years ago.
This time, not only the guitars were sold out in a short time, but also other instruments were sold out, and several other instruments were also sold well, even two electronic keyboards were taken away.
The boss was so happy that he found Mingchi and gave him a set of the best strings. He also invited him to come to the beach more often, preferably once a year.
There were a lot of things stuffed in Mingchi's windbreaker pockets. He rummaged around for a long time and found the set of strings, then thought of the little boy: "When I asked him what he wanted to write, he said he wanted to grow up quickly."
Ming Weiting picked up the glass and gently touched it against his forehead.
Mingchi came back to his senses, raised his eyes and smiled, and when he saw the extra straw in front of him, he bit it and took two big sips.
When fruit juice is mixed with wine, you can't taste the wine at all. The taste of fruit wine is cool and sweet. Drinking a few more sips will make you feel particularly relaxed and dizzy. However, the alcohol content of Mingchi's wine is not high, so his mind is still clear enough.
Ming Weiting asked softly: "What did mom say?"
"No hurry." Ming Chi repeated with a smile, imitating the tone in his memory, "Why hurry? No hurry, just grow up slowly."
"Grow up when you have fun, grow up when you are ready."
Ming Chi said: "A lifetime is very long."
Ming Weiting touched his hair.
Mingchi digested this mixed bag of memories and emotions by himself, took a deep breath and exhaled, regaining his full health. When he was about to stand up, he suddenly staggered and sat back down in a daze.
Mingchi thought about it for a while and remembered that the particularly cool lady didn't actually say that.
The lady patted her son on the head, smiled and shouted, "Grow up quickly, then your mom will be able to travel around the world with ease and you won't even be able to find her."
The people around laughed in good faith. The boy held his guitar, lowered his head with a red face, and the corners of his mouth were raised high.
…
Ming Chi propped himself up with his arms and sat up straight. He looked at the table and studied it carefully for a minute: "Mr. Shadow."
"I've finished my drink." Ming Chi calmly judged, "What I just drank was yours."
He was well aware of his alcohol tolerance and made a distinction when distributing the wine. Following Uncle Lu's suggestion, he quietly added double the base wine to Mr. Shadow's glass.
Ming Weiting let Ming Chi lean on his shoulder, and held his head and neck to help him sit steadily: "Use your straw."
Ming Chi's logic was clear, and he nodded: "So I didn't find out."
No wonder.
He was just wondering why he suddenly had so much to say.
Ming Chi thought for a while, then he looked up and found Mr. Shadow still looking at him, so he raised his hand to touch his eyes gently: "What's wrong?"
Ming Weiting put one hand on his shoulder and lowered his head slightly to make it easier for him to touch him: "The exploration is over."
"Mr. Young doesn't drink a lot, but he's a good drinker." Ming Weiting reported his conclusion to him, "When he's drunk, he's not much different from usual. He likes chatting a little more than usual."
Ming Chi opened his eyes slightly. He sat there for a long time, immersed in the first three words, and continued to think for a while: "Just a little?"
He was easily talkative when he was drunk, and thinking of the past, he couldn't help but lower his head and smile: "Auntie said I was a chatterbox."
Mingchi is indeed a very good drinker. He won't make a fuss or lose his memory. The more he drinks, the clearer his mind becomes. However, his control over his body weakens, so he always keeps talking uncontrollably.
Friends from Huaisheng Entertainment are more aware of this, after all, Mingchi mostly drinks with them. The general manager can only drink three cans of beer at most. If he drinks any more, he will fall asleep. So when they wanted to hear a story or listen to a song, they would give the general manager two and a quarter cans of beer, and then the group would chat from the evening until dawn.
"Indeed." Ming Chi thought back to the situation at that time and made his own judgment, "I had just received a gift a few days ago. I was so happy."
As he grew up, his resistance to alcohol improved, so he no longer got drunk after just one sip. Although I can't help talking all the time, I can basically judge what I am saying and whether I need to stop talking.
But when he was a child, he couldn't do so much for the time being - after being invited by his aunt out of curiosity and tasting a few sips of the new wine sent from the estate, he squatted beside his aunt and kept muttering to herself for the entire night.
When he woke up the next morning, he was quite confused and puzzled by his completely hoarse voice.
"What gift?" Ming Weiting asked.
Ming Chi blinked his eyes slightly, thought for a while, smiled and shook his head: "Keep it a secret."
Although I kept it a secret, the scene in my memory became clearer and clearer, so clear that it completely occupied my entire mind.
Ming Chi looked at the drawing board and sketch paper that appeared in front of him at some point, then looked at the pen in his hand and tried to draw two strokes on it. The remaining lines seemed to flow out from the tip of the pen by themselves.
Mingchi began to explain his gift, but he thought he didn't have to say anything. He can handle this matter by himself, face it and digest it by himself.
But it seems like it doesn’t matter if I say it out loud.
Because this is something he can already handle, face and digest.
"We made a lot of modifications to the car, added a fresh air system, gave it a new paint job, and replaced the photochromic glass..."
Ming Chi paused to think about it, and then added, "It's all legal. I've registered with the Vehicle Administration Bureau, so I can drive on the road. I've also passed the annual inspection."
Ming Weiting rubbed the back of his head. Ming Chi felt very comfortable, so he also raised his hand to touch the back of Mr. Shadow's head and smiled: "It's all right now."
He was taken home by his aunt and taken care of for three years. Because of his leg injury, he lived with his aunt day and night in the sea-view villa for three whole months, and he also got the best and coolest car.
He was knocked down by a few sips of wine, and spent the whole night talking to his aunt about the places he would drive to take her to play when he grew up.
For this purpose, he downloaded many maps from the Internet and checked the self-driving routes and beautiful scenic roads on them. He memorized them all, and because he knew them so well, he could recite them quite fluently when he was drunk, without even stopping to think.
...The next morning, my aunt, with dark circles under her eyes and her arms folded, stared at him as he drank pear soup made with puffed tamarind. She nodded at his head and called him a chatterbox.
But when he finished drinking the throat-nourishing soup and returned to the room, he saw a super-large map - the places he mentioned were marked with small red flags, and the routes were all accurately outlined with golden paint pens.
He was stunned for about ten seconds, then turned around and rushed out of the room.
He rushed out, just in time to see his aunt, who couldn't hold back her joy and popped her head out to wait for him. She was lifted up and spun several times.
The two of them went to the car together and sat there majestically, enjoying themselves, while the aunt held his hand and honked the horn.
"Don't be in a hurry. Why are you in a hurry?" Auntie touched his head. "Take it slow. Have fun and then grow up."
My aunt held him and rocked him, and whispered in his ear, "Life is so long."
…These are all particularly good things.
There had been such clear and unquestionable good things in his life that even when he thought back on them many years later, he still felt lucky and happy.
"Auntie gave me the car to make me happy."
Ming Chi finished the last stroke. He held the painting in his arms for a while and concluded, "If I get upset about this, my aunt will definitely regret it and slap her legs and shout, "What a bad decision!"
"Oh, what a bad idea." Ming Chi slapped his leg, raised his head, and imitated his aunt's tone, "I should have sent a plane earlier."
Ming Weiting was speechless, raised his hand and gently touched his eyelashes: "How did you become so powerful?"
Ming Chi's eyelashes were dry, his eyes were curved, the light in them was clear and soft, and he continued to raise his head with the momentum he had just shown: "That is it."
Ming Weiting looked at him, smiled at his arrogant attitude, exchanged glances with Uncle Lu, and applauded Mr. Ming together.
Ming Chi tried his best to cooperate and lasted only three seconds before he could not act any longer. He couldn't help coughing and laughing, and his eyes turned red from his ears to his collar. He stood up, supported by the edge of the table, and quickly left for the bathroom.
…
Mr. Ming, who did not need sleep therapy, washed up, returned to the bedroom, and waited for almost an hour.
Mr. Ming was already familiar with this situation. He put down his computer, got up and went to Mingchi's bathroom, knocking on the door twice.
In the field of artistic creation, everyone's source of inspiration is different. Some people are used to the balcony in the early morning, while others are used to the street corner in the evening. Going back further, there is also the saying "on horseback, in the toilet, and on the pillow".
But Mingchi's main source of inspiration is the bathroom late at night and in the early morning. The most touching melody is written on a small half roll of toilet paper that is spread out in a mess.
Ming Weiting waited for a while, and when he heard Ming Chi's response, he opened the door and went in: "Young Master, it's time to go to bed."
He discovered this name tonight and thought it was very appropriate to pronounce, so he always looked for opportunities to use it to call Mingchi. After waiting for a while, I walked through the fog and found that Mingchi's face was still very red.
Ming Weiting raised his hand and touched Ming Chi's forehead: "Did you soak in the water for too long?"
Ming Chi shook his head angrily and tied the belt of his bathrobe: "I was thinking about the design of the invitation. I was thinking too much."
The envelopes that Uncle Lu handed to him were all standard, and were considered invitation letters sent by the cruise company to selected tourists. If the other party is willing to accept, they will receive a formal reply letter that can be used to board the ship.
"No hurry." Ming Weiting asked him to sit down, took the hair dryer and helped him dry his hair. "This invitation is not just to invite friends to board the ship, so it should be designed more carefully."
Mingchi wanted to take the hair dryer, but he felt so exhausted that he didn't even want to move his fingers.
He simply leaned on Mr. Shadow's arms, completely letting his hair fall into the hands that were gently grasping it, and asked softly, "Anything else?"
"Not sure." Ming Weiting didn't come up with any other answer. He just wanted to go with Ming Chi to meet Ming Chi's friends. After pondering for a while, he gave a suggestion, "Is the dinner party convenient?"
Mingchi blinked and raised his head.
Ming Weiting also felt that this suggestion was a bit abrupt. When the hair on his palm was completely dry, he turned off the hair dryer and put it aside: "If——"
"That's convenient." Ming Chi smiled, "I'm thinking about how to sign it."
Ming Weiting hadn't thought about this problem yet. He touched Ming Chi's warm and soft hair, squatted down, and looked up to meet Ming Chi's gaze.
Ming Chi squatted down with him, hugged his knees, and touched Mr. Shadow's forehead with his head: "The first invitation letter, I want to give it to my aunt."
Ming Weiting held his head and neck and said softly, "Of course."
"Before I leave, I want to go to the cemetery."
Ming Chi said, "I think there's a mailbox there."
He began to believe that his aunt was not trapped in the cold tomb - but it should be a mailbox, and all the letters to his aunt that he burned there should have been sent.
My aunt received the letter, so she came back to find him in her dream. To check if he has grown into a very capable adult as promised.
"Let's go together." Ming Weiting hesitated for a moment, "Is tomorrow night suitable?"
Mingchi pursed his lips and nodded.
"Okay." Ming Weiting said, "I'll get my hair done at dawn."
Ming Chi's eyes widened. He now completely believed that Mr. Shadow could tell jokes, and he couldn't help laughing: "No, it's very handsome now."
Ming Chi was helped to stand up by Ming Weiting's hand.
That hand knew exactly how much strength he could still exert, and it accompanied him slowly back to the bedroom, accompanied him until he fell comfortably on the bed, and accompanied him until he didn't want to move at all.
Mingchi closed his eyes. He almost slipped into a dream, and in his dream he finished the invitation letter in one go with his inspiration bursting, and quietly put it into the mailbox for his aunt along with the small note.
"Auntie." The handwriting on the small note was neat and clear. "I'm going to see the world with the person I love."
"I'm going home after surfing. My home is on the cruise ship now. I'll change the address when we go somewhere else."
He wrote on the little note: "Aunt, come and see me and my husband."
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