I slept quite soundly.
The sound of the ocean waves is closer than sleeping in a villa, so close that it is within reach, almost as if wrapping around the dream.
The cruise ship is docked in the port and is actually quite stable. The slight, imperceptible shaking becomes the best way to hypnotize.
Mingchi had no idea when the day started.
He had a vague impression of waking up, and when he woke up he found that he was no longer in bed, but was still next to Mr. Shadow.
After confirming this, Mingchi felt relieved and no longer anxious.
He closed his eyes again and lay there completely relaxed for a while, waiting for the lazy and sleepy feeling to fade away from his consciousness bit by bit.
When I opened my eyes again, the rain outside the window was hitting the glass, and transparent water lines were gathering and flowing down.
Rain at sea is different from rain on shore.
Even the terrace of the villa does not offer this experience. The sea water seemed to be covered with a layer of fog caused by the rain, and the diffuse mist turned the sky and the sea into a cold gray.
At times like this, the light in the room becomes particularly warm.
Ming Chi felt the warmth on his waist. He just moved slightly, and the arms around his waist and back tightened, pulling him into his arms.
They were sitting in a double lounge chair by the window. The double-glazed glass kept out the moisture and coolness, and next to them was a warm miniature fireplace.
"Awake?" Ming Weiting lowered his head and touched his forehead. "Does it still hurt?"
Apart from his arms, which became sore whenever he moved, Mingchi couldn't remember where else it hurt.
Ming Chi blinked his eyes, and after thinking for a while, he came up with the answer: "They also told me that my back injury would flare up when it rains."
Ming Weiting nodded: "I didn't notice it the previous times."
Today's rain is a thunderstorm, and according to the weather forecast, it is cumulonimbus clouds brought by the wind. It was a sunny and clear morning, but not long after the morning, the sky suddenly turned gloomy.
Neither of them had slept well these days, and they both went to bed late yesterday. Ming Weiting was awakened by Ming Chi gently pulling his shirt. He subconsciously touched his forehead and felt cold sweat on his hands.
Ming Weiting held his hand and pointed at himself: "Who is so careless?"
Ming Chi couldn't help but laugh: "It's me, it's me."
He took the initiative to admit the incident and explained: "It used to hurt, but it hasn't happened for a long time. It should be because I lay down a lot when I was recuperating."
Mingchi had actually heard of the documentary, and although he was too embarrassed to watch it, he had a general idea of what it was about and what would happen next.
If the experiences of those years were really filmed, they might be a little too cruel. The only old injuries he had were the hearing loss on his left side and a back injury. The rest were just some harmless scars, which was quite rare.
Mingchi himself is very content. His back injury wasn't actually that serious. It was just a little bit uncomfortable on cloudy and rainy days. Plus, he hadn't paid much attention to it in the past, so he hadn't had a proper rest over the years.
... Mainly because I haven't had a proper rest.
During the last checkup, the doctor said that he was still young and as long as he strictly followed the doctor's orders to lie down and rest, and didn't overwork himself or run around, he would be as healthy as other people in three to five months at most.
A back injury needs to be healed. Avoid sitting at a desk, walking or standing for long periods of time.
He had been lying down almost all the time recently, so his old injuries rarely recurred even when it rained. When I was chasing Luan yesterday, I was in a hurry and didn't pay much attention. It seems that I did stretch it accidentally.
Ming Chi felt a little guilty and criticized himself: "I didn't take care of my health and woke Mr. Yingzi up early in the morning to ask for medicine."
"You did a great job on that." Ming Weiting stroked his hair, "I was just about to give you a prize."
Ming Chi was still in shock for two seconds before he finished reflecting on himself. He was actually a little moved: "What prize?"
Ming Weiting actually hadn't made up his mind. He lowered his head and looked at Ming Chi, who was wrapped tightly in a blanket with only his head exposed. He quoted Uncle Lu's private evaluation: "He is the most reassuring child."
Little boy Ming immediately raised his arms from the recliner and wanted to jump down to help Mr. Shadow stand upright.
Ming Weiting laughed. He pulled the man back to his side in time and patted him on the back: "My dear friend."
Mingchi himself felt it was childish and couldn't help but pursed his lips.
His right arm was still very sore, so he let go of his arm, lay back down, and slowly stretched his stiff shoulder and back muscles.
"Because you didn't hide it from me when you were feeling uncomfortable." Ming Weiting's hand stopped on Ming Chi's back, and he picked him up and supported him upwards. "So when you are happy, I know you are really feeling comfortable."
He answered properly this time, looking at Ming Chi with a serious gaze: "This feeling makes me feel at ease."
Mingchi's ears felt hot.
He actually wanted the prize again. He held Ming Weiting's hand on his waist and promised, "Three to five months."
"For the next three to five months, I will completely obey orders and follow instructions." Ming Chi thought for a moment and promised quite seriously, "If I am told to lie down, I will never sit. If I am told to sit, I will never stand."
Ming Weiting asked: "Completely follow orders?"
Mingchi couldn't think of any problem and nodded confidently.
Ming Weiting's eyes lit up with a smile. He raised his free hand and gently rubbed Ming Chi's head: "Don't move."
After saying that, Ming Weiting stood up and left the recliner.
The pillow had been lying aside, so he changed it and let Mingchi lie on it comfortably.
Mingchi subconsciously wanted to stand up, but Mr. Shadow pressed his shoulder lightly. He remembered his promise and lay back down.
"Wait for me." Ming Weiting said softly, "It will be quick."
Mingchi was a little curious, but still nodded cooperatively.
He watched Mr. Shadow go out, then turned his attention back to the window, watching the shining water lines penetrate the fog that connected the sky and the sea.
The roar of the thunderclouds seemed both very near and very far away. There were large ripples on the sea surface. Seabirds folded their wings and flew quickly, with an exceptionally agile sense of power.
The fireplace was warm and the lights in the room were bright. He seemed to be wrapped in this warm light, and the cold fog outside seemed mysterious and vast.
As long as there is nothing necessary to do, Mingchi actually doesn't mind lying in the recliner for a long time.
In the particularly comfortable drowsiness that came over him again, Mingchi gradually remembered what happened this morning.
He woke up due to a back injury and was completely unable to move. After thinking for a while, he woke up Mr. Shadow and asked for a painkiller.
Ordinary painkillers no longer have any effect on him, and a previous follow-up visit revealed that his sleep quality is poor. The medicine that Dean Xun asked someone to prescribe for him contains a considerable amount of hypnotic ingredients.
In addition, he was not fully awake, so he could not completely distinguish the difference between reality and dreams.
...So after washing up, he found it was raining outside the window, and he insisted on taking Mr. Shadow, who was only a teenager in his dream, to watch the rain for a day.
So he took Mr. Shadow in his dream, and the two of them held hands and leaned against the window together. He also told the teenage Mr. Shadow many stories.
He lay down in front of the window and fell asleep again while talking.
So when he woke up again, he and Mr. Shadow outside the dream lay down in a double recliner that came from nowhere.
Little Ming thought calmly for a while, then calmly pulled the blanket up and covered his head.
These old injuries must also be healed and resolved as quickly as possible.
He no longer wants to take any painkillers.
…
Ming Weiting did come back very quickly.
When I returned to the room, some people were half asleep and half awake under the blankets. They were gently peeled out of the blankets with ease and asked: "Does your waist still hurt?"
Ming Chi shook his head. He took the hand that was extended to him and used it to gain strength, then stood firmly on the floor. "No problem at all."
Ming Weiting waited until he was completely steady before letting go and took the cane from him: "Go back to sleep later."
"Okay." Ming Chi agreed readily. In this kind of weather, he should sleep comfortably for a day and go out refreshed at night. "Mr. Ming, do you have any work to do?"
Mr. Ming nodded.
"What to do." Mr. Ming sighed, "There are so many."
Mingchi actually didn't expect this answer, and raised his eyes in surprise.
His memory gradually returned, and he gradually remembered the dream that was not entirely a dream in the morning, and remembered that he was chatting with the teenage Mr. Shadow.
Most likely he was thinking about something during the day - after Uncle Lu said those words to him, he really dreamed last night that the teenage Mr. Shadow came to him and wanted to carry him onto the boat.
In the dream, he was sitting alone on the edge of a reef. When he saw the other person's outstretched hand, he jumped down and shook it.
It was raining heavily, and he pulled the teenage Mr. Shadow back to the villa. They ran into his cabin and the two of them wiped each other with towels to dry up the water.
They leaned against the window, eating the snacks he made, watching the rain and chatting with their arms around each other.
He asked the teenage Mr. Shadow if he would have to do a lot of work if he became Mr. Ming.
"That's not what I answered this morning."
Ming Weiting placed his hand on the top of his head, leaned down and admitted: "I said at the time that it was not true at all, I could sleep well every day."
Mingchi knew that he must have asked the question accidentally.
For the time being, he did not have time to investigate the fact that Mr. Ming had actually lied to the child in his dream. He gathered himself together and quickly and calmly searched through his memories, checking whether he had asked any questions that were too strange.
"The questions you ask are very practical." Ming Weiting seemed to know what he was thinking and took the initiative to help answer, "For example, whether the cruise ship provides meals, whether there is work for you to do, and what the accommodation conditions are like."
Mr. Ming outside the dream must of course seize the opportunity and do his best.
"I'll tell you, the accommodations are excellent. They're single rooms with bathrooms, fireplaces, floor-to-ceiling windows, and balconies."
Ming Weiting said: "The bed is very big and the carpet is very thick, so you can lie down anywhere."
Ming Chi, whether in his dream or outside, was quickly convinced and nodded sincerely: "What are the working conditions?"
“It’s very relaxed, you can choose any job, and you can also play guitar.”
Ming Weiting replied: "But in the end you will be a captain, so you need to receive training and have sailing experience."
"I will do the training." Ming Weiting added, "We will also gain experience together. The first stop will be the Caribbean Sea, where there are many islands. We can also dive to see underwater caves and play with underwater fish."
"I'm still raising a conch, and it's doing well. I think it's grown up." Ming Weiting said, "We'll go and see it later."
Mingchi listened attentively, and gradually began to feel that even if it were ten years ago, he might have been really convinced.
He nodded, showing a rather yearning look, and continued to ask: "Will you take care of the food?"
Ming Weiting looked at him, smiled, took the coat and put it on him.
This was the casual jacket that summoned thirteen "ahs". Mingchi had seen it in the sketch left before the operation. He patted it affectionately, said hello, and wrapped himself in it.
"Yes." Ming Weiting said, "I left for a while early this morning and made some preparations in advance."
Mingchi finally began to realize that the smell of wheat was not an illusion.
He opened the bedroom door a little, stuck his head out wrapped in a fairly warm coat, took a deep breath of the cool rain air that poured in, and keenly captured that pure sweet fragrance.
“I haven’t learned how to make chestnut filling yet, and I’m still working on it.”
Ming Weiting came over and said, "I've been learning this for a few days, so I have a little more work to do. Do you mind if I move the double recliner to the study?"
That's really concerning.
Ming Chi looked at him and pressed the corners of his mouth in cooperation: "What should I do?"
Mr. Ming Xiao has very strict health requirements: "When I sleep on a rainy day, I must have a reclining chair."
"So I had no choice but to go to the study and sleep with those who hadn't finished their work."
Ming Weiting took over his words, nodded, and took the initiative to criticize Mr. Ming: "Why are you so overbearing?"
Ming Chi couldn't help laughing and spoke for Mr. Ming: "It's not overbearing, I just like to sleep in the study."
"Not overbearing at all." Ming Chi thought for a moment, "Do you need some relaxation and music service during your office break? We can provide it for free. It's very professional. The price for one hour is one hug."
Ming Weiting took an hour in advance. He held Ming Chi in his arms, closed his eyes, and gently pressed his cheek against his soft short hair.
Ming Weiting called him softly, "Young Master."
Mingchi's height has actually been quite normal compared to others. But he didn't know whether the seafaring life was quite helpful for growing taller, or whether what his aunt said, "eat more fish to grow taller," was actually true - in any case, after he had fully recovered and stood up straight with his chest held high, he was still a little bit different from Mr. Shadow.
Twenty-three jumped up and down. Mingchi still had confidence in himself. He stood on tiptoe a little and patted his back gently.
"Do you have this feeling?" Ming Weiting said, "Because it's so happy and smooth, you would doubt it's a dream."
Ming Chi thought for a moment and said, "In the beginning, there was."
However, he had eight hundred headaches every day at that time, so even though he suspected it was a dream, reality ruthlessly proved it to be true.
——As for these days, if you have such doubts again, you can touch your head.
After all, he has undergone a craniotomy. The surgeon's subcutaneous suture technique was extremely sophisticated, and it was completely invisible because it was covered by the hair, but if you touched it hard, you could still find traces.
On the day Ming Weiting and Ming Lu just left the villa, Ming Chi woke up from the bed and was in a trance for more than ten minutes.
He spent some time looking for evidence to prove to himself that this was not a dream and that everything was a fact that had already happened.
...To be honest, those ten minutes or so were actually a bit torturous.
But perhaps it is precisely because of this relatively brief suffering that, after confirming that everything is real, the extremely sweet aftertaste that comes over one can't help but feel happy.
"It's not a dream, I'm sure of that." Ming Chi took the initiative to suggest, "If you're still worried, we can go out and get caught in the rain for a while."
Ming Weiting knew that he wanted to get wet in the rain, and with a smile in his eyes, he shook his head: "Wait until the rain is lighter."
"I feel relieved now. I have felt relieved since this morning."
Ming Weiting said, "I finished preparing the bread and returned to the room, and saw you sleeping next to where I was lying."
The weather was still good at that time, the sun was quite bright, and the air conditioning in the room was turned on a low setting. Mingchi was half asleep. When she noticed him coming back, she rolled up the quilt and moved slowly. Then she pulled him to lie down quickly before the heat dissipated.
——There is always a minute or two, or even shorter, maybe just a few tens or a few seconds.
Perhaps a moment is enough.
What happens in that moment makes everything seem incredibly real. It makes people calm down and stop thinking about anything.
Ming Weiting stretched out his hand and called out as he did in the dream: "Flame."
Ming Chigang raised his arm, put on the coat that was at least two sizes too big, pursed his lips, and took the initiative to hand over his hand.
"Come with me," Ming Weiting said, "you will have wheat bread every day from now on."
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