Wheat bread is the best bread.
This conclusion may change at any time when Mr. Shadow learns how to make other stuffed breads in the future... But no matter what, it should at least last for a while.
After all, judging from the current evidence, Mr. Ming does have a lot of work to deal with.
After lunch, Mingchi moved to the study, wrapped himself in his coat, closed his eyes, and had a very comfortable sleep beside the sound of rain and the warm flames of the fireplace.
When I woke up, there was a pile of documents waiting to be processed on my desk, and it didn't seem to have gotten much smaller.
"Uncle Lu sent another portion."
Ming Weiting put down his pen and came over to exchange for an hour of relaxation service, and explained to him: "If some of the routine work can be completed ahead of time, there will be a lot of free time."
“Because someone was accompanying me.” Mr. Ming gave feedback, “There was no problem with the progress and it was handled smoothly.”
In fact, the progress is actually much smoother than in the past few days.
During the days when he was away from home for work, Ming Weiting could not help but think of Ming Chi who stayed in the villa while handling his work.
He knew that Mingchi would need some time to read the letters and recover from the past, and he also knew that the other party was fully capable of handling all of this on his own. But reason is not always enough to restrain emotions - this is something he could not fully understand in the past, but now he no longer needs Uncle Lu to explain it.
One night, Minglu actually went back to get some necessary documents, but more importantly, to confirm Mingchi's situation with the people in the villa.
The night they left, Mingchi was not in a hurry to read the letters.
Mingchi knew every road in the villa and walked around it completely by himself. He walked through every corner, feeling each familiar brick, and finally returned to the garden beside the cottage.
There was actually a rather small garage there before, which could only accommodate one car. Later, it was demolished because it had been idle for too long, and the garden was expanded and flowers and plants were planted.
But because there was a car parked there for many years, if you push aside the flowers and grass and look carefully, you can actually find tire marks left behind.
Mingchi lay down there. He lay with the flowers and plants for more than an hour, resting his head on his arms, watching the sun set.
…
Everything that happened after that was normal. When Mingchi heard someone coming out to look for him, he sat up and waved, then curved his eyes and thanked the person who came to pick him up. He went back to have dinner and take medicine, then washed up and returned to the bedroom.
They chatted for a long time that night and also made a phone call. Mingchi recorded a guitar goodnight song and sent it to him to remind Mr. Yingzi to get a good night's sleep.
From the answers Ming Lu received, it seemed that Young Master Ming was in very good condition - he ate and slept on time, focused on rehabilitation, and walked more steadily every day than before. From the next day, Mingchi started reading the letters, and continued practicing guitar and painting. He also found time to go to the kitchen to research two new dishes. They were responsible for tasting, and after several adjustments, the taste became quite amazing.
If there was anything slightly special...it was the morning after they left.
Everyone from the Ming family who stayed in the villa also liked the new young master very much. Some who have been with the husband for a long time could not help but talk to him more. According to the doctor's instructions, they often reminded him that even rehabilitation and exercise should be done in moderation.
Mingchi would always listen carefully and thank sincerely, and would also take the initiative to say hello and greet people, but most of the time he would just smile and not say anything, listening to others laughing and chatting.
Everyone has long been accustomed to this matter - Ming Chi usually speaks very little when the master and Manager Ming are not around.
But that morning, Mingchi came out of the room and talked to everyone.
The content of the conversation was ordinary, just some things about the gentleman, and they responded as usual.
Later, Mingchi asked about his medical records, and after getting them, he went back to his room and looked at them for more than ten minutes. When I came out again, everything was exactly the same as usual.
"This situation is too common." Xun Zhen explained to them after hearing Ming Lu mention this detail, "It's not just a psychological problem, it's also the impact of the head surgery. The damage to the positioning ability is not only reflected in the spatial positioning ability - don't mention that he has forgotten ten years of things."
During the preparation stage for the operation, Xun Zhen heard the team discuss a lot of related topics: "Even many patients whose memories are not damaged will occasionally have problems with self-integration and be unable to locate their own position for a moment."
"There's no need to avoid this matter." Xun Zhen reminded, "More communication will lead to more information. Once new information is added, this situation will be alleviated immediately."
…
Ming Chi saw that the casual clothes in his arms had been replaced by his own. His eyes immediately narrowed and he pushed Mr. Shadow into the recliner.
He skillfully gave Mr. Ming a temple massage for a while. When he heard Ming Weiting's question, he stopped and thought: "It's not that serious at all."
It wasn't that he was completely unable to identify his position - after all, his short-term memory was sometimes useful and sometimes not. He always carried a notepad with him and kept the habit of reviewing his lessons silently before going to bed every night.
When he woke up that morning, he just didn't see Mr. Shadow, so he felt uneasy for a moment.
"What are you thinking about?" Ming Weiting asked, "Are you worried that I won't come back?"
Mr. Ming had already gotten used to the reclining chair and was quickly taught by Mr. Xiao how to relax. He even replaced the pillow, put his arms around Mingchi's head and neck, and let Mingchi rest his head on his shoulder.
Two people nestled comfortably in the recliners, next to them were floor-to-ceiling windows washed by rain, the firelight from the fireplace was reflected on the window, and outside was filled with cold mist.
There was no one else in the room, but in order to match Mingchi's usual volume, they chatted in a very low voice, with their foreheads touching.
If Uncle Lu passed by, he would definitely give two "Most Reliable Child Awards".
"That's not the case." Ming Chi was not worried about this at all and shook his head without hesitation, "It's not that serious."
Ming Weiting touched his hair: "Not that serious?"
"Yes." Ming Chi himself couldn't remember clearly. He stopped to recall for a while and remembered the situation at that time. "I was just worried about such a big Mr. Shadow."
He laughed, then raised his hand and gestured seriously: "I just imagined it."
Of course, there were traces of the two people's lives in the room, and there were also many things that did not belong to him, such as a pavilion made of shells, a coat, and a computer lined up waiting for him to inspect.
It's definitely not difficult to find evidence...but...
However, based on Mingchi's understanding of his own abilities, if he really imagined a Mr. Shadow because of the surgery or some other reason, he could really do it to this extent to please himself.
Mr. Ming Xiao's definition of serious seems to be a little biased.
Ming Weiting held Ming Chi's hand and asked him to put his arm around him: "Is this matter not serious?"
"It's not a serious matter." Ming Chi imitated him, thought for a moment and then smiled, "In fact, I could have solved it by checking my phone, sending a message or making a phone call, but I just didn't think of it at the time."
Perhaps in those few seconds, I instinctively didn't want to click it and didn't want to face any possible outcome.
He only uses his phone to play games and has little interest in chatting or making phone calls. He also doesn't seem to have developed a habit of checking it at all times.
On the day Ming Weiting and Ming Lu left, Ming Chi stood in front of the window for a while. When he returned to the table and saw the reminder of unread messages on the screen of his mobile phone, his heartbeat seemed to suddenly skip a beat and his body instinctively broke out in a cold sweat.
——However, this problem was quickly and completely cured in just a few minutes.
Mingchi couldn't help but be distracted from the ongoing topic and thought about the chat records.
He thought attentively for a while, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise again.
It had been so long, but this was the first time that he and Mr. Shadow chatted through the phone...that feeling was really amazing.
Every short interval is worth looking forward to, and every message received or may be received is worth being happy about. Every time you receive a message, you can't help but think about the sender on the other side, imagining the expression and mood of the other party when typing these words.
Ming Chi spoke whatever came to his mind, so he told all this to Mr. Shadow: "If we have the chance in the future, I hope we can send messages and chat more often."
Ming Weiting felt exactly the same as him, but he still didn't want this to happen again, so he lowered his head: "Is there a chance?"
"Of course." Ming Chi gave an example, "For example, Mr. Ming is in the study and I am in the bedroom, and he needs me to come up and provide relaxation services."
Ming Weiting's thinking was not as broad as his. After hearing this, he suddenly had the same clear expectation. He turned around and listened to him carefully.
Mingchi had just casually given this example, but when he saw the man suddenly paying serious attention in class, he immediately felt a sense of responsibility and continued to think flexibly.
"For example, Mr. Fox is in the kitchen and I am in the studio, and I am needed to give the bread an artistic shape."
"For example, Mr. Shadow is in the bedroom, I am practicing guitar in the cabin, and it is getting dark, so I need to go home and sleep as soon as possible."
"For example..." Ming Chi stopped talking and laughed at Mr. Shadow, who was just about to find a notebook to take notes. "For example, if we are in the same room, we can see each other as soon as we look up."
But no one had time to look up for the time being, because everyone was busy with something. Mr. Ming had to work, and he was preparing to start systematically learning about navigation.
At this time, if someone suddenly has a sudden idea and thinks they can stop and rest for a while, or go out for some fresh air.
Mr. Ming has been a serious person since he was young. If he said it directly, both the inviter and the invitee would inevitably feel a little embarrassed.
Mingchi took some time to find the cell phone in the pocket of the recliner that he had casually thrown in before going to bed.
He unlocked the screen, opened the chat app, quickly typed a few words, and clicked send.
Ming Weiting's cell phone on the desk rang. He was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and touched Mingchi's hair with a smile.
He held Mingchi in his arms and put him away carefully. He left the recliner, went to the table to get his phone, and clicked on the unread message.
"Mr. Little: The rain has become lighter."
Ming Weiting looked at the message. He thought about what Ming Chi said to him. When he saw the message, he imagined the other party's expression and mood.
He was really thinking about this.
Because of the angle, he couldn't see Ming Chi who was almost sunk in the recliner. So he thought that when the young man sent this message, he probably couldn't help laughing, his mouth corners curled up, and his ears felt hot.
He would think about this these days. When Mingchi sent him messages, he wondered if he really felt as safe and comfortable as the words said. He wondered if he would occasionally have trouble sleeping, wondering what was written in those letters and what changes would occur in Mingchi after reading them.
The letters were in his computer, without any password or protection, but Ming Weiting had never read them.
He thought that the right to know and the right to decide on these matters should be in Mingchi - there was no problem with the handling of this matter, but there was a problem with another matter, which needed to be adjusted in the future life.
Ming Weiting replied in the message box: "Good morning."
During the few seconds Mingchi paused, he apparently went to the upper right corner of his phone to confirm the time "13:40". Then the recliner moved twice, and a head popped up.
Ming Weiting happened to see this scene. He suppressed his smile, walked over, and carried Ming Chi from the recliner to the table.
The chair used for office work was very comfortable and spacious. Ming Weiting sat in it and let Ming Chi lean on his arm and put his hands on the table.
Ming Weiting took his private seal, lowered his head to ask Mingchi for his opinion, dipped a little ink, and stamped it on Mingchi's palm.
“Even if we don’t meet, we should send messages every morning.”
Ming Weiting said: "If I send a good morning message that day, the little gentleman will know that the shadow is real."
The seal is the work of a famous artist. Every trace is clean and neat, and the carving is vigorous and powerful, which is quite artistic.
Ming Chi was concentrating on appreciating those few strokes of genius. He looked up when he heard the words and was stunned for a moment before he reacted.
He himself was distracted and jumped to the next topic. He didn't expect Mr. Shadow was still thinking about it. Looking at the small seal again, his chest suddenly felt hot and his ears turned red unconsciously: "No problem."
"I knew that." Mingchi said softly.
Ming Weiting turned off the work light on his desk and looked down at him.
Mingchi coughed hotly, waited carefully for the mark to dry, clenched his hand, and carefully hid it in Mr. Shadow's coat pocket.
He and Mr. Shadow squeezed into the chair together. The space was small, a little dark and warm.
Mingchi had already gotten used to the bright and spacious living room on the second floor of the villa, and also to the comfortable and spacious bedroom on the cruise ship, but he still couldn't help but like this small space that was not completely enclosed, with light coming in but dark enough.
"That morning," Mingchi said, "I sat in the closet for a while and thought about a lot of things."
Ming Weiting held his head and neck and rubbed it gently twice.
"In the end, I found a very strong case. I could not have had such a rich imagination and knowledge about the ocean."
Ming Chi laughed: "Speaking of the Caribbean, my previous impression was of handsome pirates with dreadlocks."
Ming Chi said: "I took the medical records and recited them to myself in the closet for five minutes, making sure that this must have been told to me by a super cool person."
Ming Weiting didn't say anything, but he pulled his arms back and rested his chin on the top of his head.
He could hear Mr. Shadow's heartbeat so close through his shirt and chest.
Ming Chi knocked and specifically told the heart on the other side: "I am saying this to fulfill the promise, not to make Mr. Shadow sad."
They agreed that they should tell each other whenever they feel uncomfortable, so that as long as they see the other person is happy, they can be sure that they are truly comfortable and happy.
In fact, this matter is not as serious as described.
It was just a short moment, and his short-term memory was not very strong to begin with. If Dean Xun hadn't relayed the matter and Mr. Shadow hadn't brought it up again, he would have almost forgotten it.
"Not sad." Ming Weiting held his hand and lowered his head to answer, "You praised him for being cool, and he felt nervous."
Mingchi opened his eyes wide and looked up at Mr. Shadow.
He had taken a nap here before, and in order to let him sleep peacefully, the main light in the room was not turned on, so the light from this angle was not so clear.
The rain outside the window had indeed subsided, but the sky had not yet cleared up, and half of the natural light outside the window was blocked by the Mingwei Pavilion.
Ming Chi thought for a while, and couldn't help laughing. He patted the chest of the person opposite him and said, "It's true. Don't be nervous."
He continued, "I was thinking, at least, I must have seen such a cool man in person and had a chat with him."
Such a cool man took the fact well and nodded and added: "We talked for many days."
Ming Chi pursed his lips and changed his words: "We talked for many days."
…
Then he paused and was silent for a moment.
Such a cool gentleman looked down at him, noticed that he was deliberately keeping silent, raised his hand and tapped him on the forehead.
Ming Chi just took a deep breath to prepare himself, and then he coughed with laughter: "That's easy."
"Is it a real person? If it is a real person, I can just go find him." Ming Chi was full of confidence, "I will chase him."
Ming Weiting lowered his head and asked, "Go after him?"
Ming Chi nodded. He had finally brought the topic here. He let out a long breath and looked up with burning eyes: "I just don't know what he likes."
Ming Weiting was slightly startled by his gaze. He did not speak immediately, but just held Ming Chi's hair and rubbed it gently.
"Maybe not." Ming Weiting hesitated for a moment before adding, "He is pursuing you."
Ming Chi knew this. He had secretly looked at the magnificent "Star Chasing Guide" from Uncle Lu. He nodded and said, "We each chase our own stars."
Mr. Shadow chases his star.
He chases Mr. Shadow.
Mingchi couldn't help but be distracted again. He imagined the scene of the two of them running in circles in his mind for a while, and then quickly deleted this scene.
...I can't think of such a weird scene when I'm being so serious and solemn.
When they are eighty years old, they can be drawn as a comic book extra.
"Me." Ming Chi pointed at himself, then at Wei Ting's desk, "The world."
He used his right hand to imitate the little man walking, jumped from his chest onto Mr. Shadow's arm, and walked towards the desk world: "You are my way, sir."
Ming Chi said softly: "I like the world, I like the road."
"I will like the world more in the future," Ming Chi said, "and I will like the road more."
The two fingers he used to imitate walking stopped, his index finger was bent, and his middle finger knelt down.
He didn't know whether Ming Weiting could understand, but he still moved closer little by little and slowly touched the other person's arm with his knuckles.
This time, the whole person turned red.
Here we have to discuss the issue of natural skin color again - Ming Chi actually envied the state of those sailors in the Ming family, but he concentrated on exposing himself to the sun for a few days, and apart from the exposed parts getting tanned, there was almost no other effect.
Mingchi returned to his room and was still sad for a while because of this incident. He had to continue reading the letter he left before the operation.
When I opened the next letter, it was just me trying to persuade myself to be more positive: "I won't get a tan, nor will I get a healthy tan."
"But I might get sunburned." He warned himself before the surgery, "If I don't use sunscreen, I'll be criticized, and there will be no peach candies and watermelons at night."
…
These memories popped up in Ming Chi's mind, but it did not affect his whole body from heating up rapidly. Even his knuckles turned red when they touched Ming Weiting's arm.
Mingchi held his breath and kissed Mr. Shadow with his finger, then jumped up and turned around to run. After running a few steps, he was caught by another hand and held in the palm.
Ming Chireteng raised his head and met Ming Weiting's gaze.
"Let's go get wet in the rain." Ming Weiting replied to the message sent by Xiao Xiansheng, "The rain has subsided."
Mingchi's eyes immediately lit up, and the previous thought was instantly thrown out of the window.
In order to match the atmosphere of the study, he had changed his clothes before coming. Ming Weiting covered him with a waterproof jacket and put a baseball cap on his head.
Ming Weiting himself was dressed casually as well. Life at sea is not all about suits and ties. I don’t know which brand his private clothes are from, but they are quite tasteful, and each casual piece is designed just right.
The study has a gangway leading directly to the outside of the cabin. The original intention was to make it convenient for Ming Weiting to go down and deal with emergencies on the ship at any time, or to make it convenient for guests who come to the ship to discuss business to go directly to the study - in any case, this is the first time it has been used in this way.
Mr. Ming held Mr. Xiao's hand. Mr. Xiao's right leg was still sore, and he couldn't walk any further when he reached the last few steps, so he simply stopped.
Mr. Ming walked faster than him and reached out to him at the bottom of the gangway.
The young gentleman pursed his lips, jumped down, was caught steadily, and placed on the deck.
The wet deck was a bit slippery, and he didn't have his cane at the moment, but someone was holding him steady enough so it wasn't a problem at all.
The rain at noon was not as cold as that in the morning, because the sun had already half broken through the clouds and the rain almost had a warm temperature.
They stood on the sea, the water on the deck reflected the golden light of the sun, and the warm rain fell on their bodies and heads.
Manager Ming accidentally looked outside and happened to see two adults and children who were completely unreliable. He opened the window and leaned out to speak, but Ming Weiting had already disappeared with Ming Chi.
"I had this dream." Ming Chi was pulled by Ming Weiting to walk quickly. He was panting heavily because his strength had not yet recovered, but his tone was brisk and urgent, "I dreamed that we were running in the rain."
Ming Weiting turned around, and Ming Chi couldn't stop and crashed into his arms.
Ming Weiting held him tightly, lowered his head and asked softly, "What else did you dream about?"
Mingchi calmed himself down and his ears turned a little redder.
...I also dreamed that he brought her home.
They watched the rain together and chatted together, and he also asked about the working conditions, food and accommodation on the cruise ship.
Mr. Shadow knows all of this, but of course he won’t reveal it.
The dream ended in front of my aunt's grave.
He pulled Mr. Shadow over and told his aunt loudly that this was the person he liked, the kind of person he liked who was willing to jump onto the opposite deck with his suitcase on his shoulder.
It's the kind of love that if a person wakes up one day and really doesn't find Mr. Shadow and can't find him anywhere, he will pack his suitcase and wander around the world for a while, and set off to find this person tomorrow.
Mingchi's throat moved slightly, and he slowly clenched his hand, which had been hidden in his pocket and not wet at all, and his fingers carefully touched the seal on his palm.
——In fact, he was planning to do just that tonight.
Of course, I wouldn’t shout it out loud so boldly, but it doesn’t matter how loudly I say it in my heart.
My aunt must have heard it too.
Mingchi suddenly wondered if he had said something else in his dream. He raised his head and wanted to ask for clarification, but his baseball cap accidentally fell off.
Ming Weiting helped him catch it, raised his other hand and brushed aside his hair that was wet by the warm rain.
He did not move his hand away, but gently held Mingchi's cheek, allowing Mingchi to raise his head so that they could look into each other's eyes clearly.
"We have such a tacit understanding, there is no need to chase."
Ming Weiting said softly: "Wait until I take you to see the world, until we reach the other side of the world."
He always thought, what a cool lady Mrs. Ren must be to be able to teach such a cool fire.
You just go hug him.
If you hug it, it will become hot and burn, and a small spark will grow into a flame.
If you like someone, you will say it bravely. If you can't let go, you will pursue them immediately. You always know what to do and always have clear ideas.
Always so bright.
"Wait until then." Ming Weiting said, "Just close your eyes."
Mingchi wanted to speak, but the rain kept falling and his eyelashes couldn't stop it. He heard a soft and gentle voice beside his ear and subconsciously closed his eyes.
When you close your eyes, the sounds around you become exceptionally clear.
He heard the sound of rain all over the sky and the ground. The warm rain kept falling on them, on the deck and on the sea. The ripples spread farther, as if they could reach the other side of the sea.
He could hear the breathing and heartbeat so close to him, and the touch of their clothes could send a warmth warmer than the rain through.
—He heard in his mind what Mr. Shadow had said.
Such a tacit understanding.
Waiting to the other side of the world.
When that time comes, just close your eyes.
Ming Chi heard his own heartbeat. He held the mark of the seal in his palm, closed his eyes, raised his head, and spoke softly: "Sir."
Ming Weiting, along with the warm rain, lowered his head and kissed his forehead.
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