It was the first time that Mingchi discovered that the night view of the cemetery was also beautiful.
Of course not in the garden - it is quiet and peaceful here, and from the outside it looks more like an ornamental garden. It does not seem depressing at night, but the emptiness and silence are still inevitable.
Mingchi thought of a good place, so he pulled Mr. Shadow around a few times and finally came to a slope behind a mountain.
There was quite soft grass there, and you could lie down and see the view of the mountain below.
Mingchi is very familiar with this road, and his legs know the way by themselves. Even his intermittent sense of direction was not disrupted. He touched and greeted the trees along the way and successfully found his secret base.
Mingchi opened his arms, lay down comfortably, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
There was a slight rustling sound beside me, and warmth approached in the cool night breeze.
He opened his eyes and found that Mr. Shadow had also taken off his coat and folded it aside, then lay down, imitating his movements.
"Very comfortable." Mr. Ming gave his feedback, "The fragrance is very special."
They were indeed surrounded by a very light scent of grass and wood. Ming Chi rested his head on his arm and adjusted himself to the most comfortable position: "We won't be bitten by mosquitoes."
This kind of grass is easy to grow. Although it withers and grows again every year, as long as it is well maintained, it will grow again next year.
Mingchi was planted during the years when I was in school. The schoolwork was not heavy, nor did it require students to practice in the studio, so he would come here with his easel and drawing board.
If someone could jump to the sky and look, they would find that this small hillside is right behind the tomb. Mingchi specially inspected it several times before choosing this position.
"But we won't stay overnight." Ming Chi thought for a moment, "We will go down the mountain before dark."
After all, it is a cemetery, and this place is not entirely a garden, so it can be considered desolate.
If you accidentally stay there for too long, you will either scare the staff who come to patrol the night, or you will be scared by the staff who come to patrol the night.
The gravekeeper made a special concession today. Knowing that he wouldn't come here often in the future, I agreed not to disturb him and asked him and the gentleman who came with him to stay here for a while longer.
Ming Weiting was probably obsessed with being a pillow for the young master. He moved Ming Chi's hand behind his head and gave him his shoulder to rest on. He chatted with him: "Where did you live at that time?"
"It's probably a dormitory." Ming Chi guessed based on the letter he left behind, "There are no roommates, so it should be a single room."
Both the school and he himself had concerns, and the school happened to have single rooms. He was not yet an adult at that time, and the procedures and processes for renting a house outside were complicated, so it was a very suitable choice.
His extreme reaction after waking up was originally a sequelae of the kidnapping incident. In the three years that followed, the situation was almost corrected and no longer got so out of control.
Unfortunately, there were some unpleasant experiences later. It became difficult for him to fall asleep, and his sleep quality was not good. He spent longer and longer time in dreams, and those dreams became more and more depressing and cramped.
He could live alone without worrying about accidentally hurting others when he woke up, or disturbing others' rest in his dreams. When he couldn't sleep due to insomnia, he could turn on the light and paint all night long... It was really easy for him at that time.
"It was a bad idea." Ming Chi thought for a while and regretted it. "I should have been more cheerful and made some friends."
He turned over, grabbed Mr. Shadow's other hand, and pressed it on his head: "How can this be so uncool."
"You tried your best."
Ming Weiting ruffled his hair: "Someone has been obstructing others from being friends with you."
Ming Chi was stunned for a moment, but didn't speak immediately, with some thought in his eyes.
He seemed to be thinking a lot, but also seemed to be just in a trance and not thinking about anything in particular.
They lay face to face on the grass like this. Ming Weiting put his hand that was rubbing his hair behind his back and quietly accompanied him in sorting out the thoughts hidden in the fragments.
Ming Chi's final comment: "So boring."
He quickly deduced the correct conclusion: "If it weren't for this person, I would have a lot of friends."
“Very much.”
Ming Weiting nodded and added: "If you want to play with me, I have to make an appointment a week in advance and arrange the schedule. You can't cut in line."
…
That's not so exaggerated.
Ming Chi coughed and was about to speak modestly when he heard Mr. Shadow suddenly say, "Not good."
Ming Chi immediately propped up his arms: "What's wrong?"
He thought that other staff members were coming, so he searched around but didn't hear any footsteps or see any flashlight coming towards him.
Mingchi withdrew his gaze and looked down at Mr. Shadow.
"Little Mister will have a lot of friends in the future." Mr. Shadow looked very serious, as if he was really considering this matter seriously. "You need to make an appointment in advance to play with Little Mister."
Mingchi was stunned for several seconds and couldn't help laughing out loud.
He used his cane for too long yesterday, so he took a day off today. He had almost recovered and was now supporting half of his body with his right hand. As soon as his mind relaxed, he involuntarily went limp again.
Mr. Shadow reached out his hand in time and caught him steadily: "What should I do?"
Mingchi fell back into Mr. Shadow's arms without any hesitation and was tapped on the head.
Some black-hearted creditors.
Normally he would extort more than a hundred paintings from people, but this time he was surprisingly quite polite.
I also know that I need to make an appointment in advance and not cut in line.
"What should we do?" Ming Chi simply followed his childishness: "Mr. Ming also has a lot of work to do. We need to make an appointment to play with Mr. Ming."
"Give me your schedule."
Mr. Ming raises the issue and solves the problem: “Go to work when it’s not my turn.”
Ming Chi laughed and coughed a little: "That's a good idea."
You can tell right away that this is Mr. Ming’s style.
From then on, before going to bed every day, the two of them sat together in the chairs in front of the desk, looking at their schedules under the desk lamp.
It is good to work today, go out tomorrow, and stay at home and sleep the day after tomorrow.
The evening wind became a little cooler. Mingchi held Mr. Shadow's hand and put both hands in his pocket.
Mingchi is actually not that playful at all.
He likes freedom and an unconstrained life, but he also likes fulfillment with a goal and skills that can be mastered with constant effort and practice.
He actually has his own plan. After receiving systematic training in boat driving, he plans to learn more and if conditions permit, he also wants to get a private pilot's license.
Of course, it is impossible to really just leave the company's affairs alone. He certainly had no plans to be an artist again, but he was prepared to take the time to re-record those songs and write some songs that suited the styles of the young guitarists.
He likes painting and studied this major in college. Although he has no plans to sell his paintings for the time being, the invitation letter to the art exhibition that Uncle Lu helped to pass on to him from his grandfather, the founder of the group, did make him a little excited before he left.
…
He also wants to save money.
Certainly not to feel safe. Mingchi has always been able to survive no matter what, and there are ways to live even if he only earns a few dozen dollars. Before the operation, Ming Chi apologized to his future self in a letter. There was a period of time when he didn't want to keep too many things on himself and didn't have time to give them away.
At that time, I didn't want anything to delay me and I wouldn't have time to deal with it myself.
I don’t want to wait until the day when I have to hand it over to others to distribute according to kinship inheritance.
Now I don’t have to think about this at all, so I no longer have any concerns.
Mingchi quietly raised his hand and pressed the precious glass pendant hidden in his shirt.
I suddenly had the motivation to save money because I wanted to give Mr. Shadow a gift.
The pendant is so pretty.
So good, he likes it so much.
The reason he was looking forward to this outing so much was because his aunt and Mr. Shadow were with him on this trip.
...But there is no need to say these things specifically, just do them one by one.
Ming Chi smiled and said, "No need to bother."
He held Ming Weiting's hand, which was hidden in his pocket with his, and was kept warm: "Here."
He put the hand on his chest and said, "There is a VIP channel exclusively for Mr. Shadow. It's direct access. No appointment is required. No need to queue."
Ming Weiting lowered his head and looked at him seriously: "So amazing?"
"So amazing." Ming Chi nodded, took his hand and gently knocked on the door against his chest, and also helped with the dubbing, "Is Huo Miao home?"
He paused for a moment in a serious tone, then asked himself, "Yes, is that Mr. Shadow?"
Ming Weiting laughed, coughed lightly, and imitated Teacher Huo Miao's tone: "Yes, yes."
"Yes, yes!" Ming Chi pursed his lips and thanked me for my enthusiastic participation. "I'm ready."
Ming Weiting was stunned for a moment, and asked Teacher Huo Miao: "What are you ready for?"
Teacher Huo Miao threw herself into his arms without any hesitation, closed her eyes, and kept Mr. Shadow's arms behind her back.
…
Ming Weiting suddenly knew his answer.
Everything is ready.
You can go anywhere and do anything.
Any time is fine.
Ming Weiting lowered his head and looked carefully at the person who was leaning quietly on his arms with his eyes closed.
The night view of the cemetery is very beautiful.
Or rather, the night view of this meadow is very beautiful. The starry sky is vast and boundless, with tiny diamond-like starlight scattered across the dark sky. If you look down, you will see spreading buildings and alternating bright and dark lights.
A sky full of stars is not uncommon on any route.
But the lights of thousands of homes are a scene that cannot be seen on the sea.
"Young sir," Ming Weiting said softly, "those lights are very beautiful."
He probably thought about it for too long.
There are no mosquitoes to disturb you here, only the crisp chirping of insects in the distance, which is perfect for meditation.
Mingchi waited in his arms for a long time, and fell asleep unknowingly. His body relaxed and his breathing became slow.
This hearty outburst in front of the grave completely washed away the last influence of the past on him. Mingchi's forehead rested against his shoulder, and his expression in the dream was relaxed and peaceful.
Ming Weiting moved gently and held him up.
Ming Chi opened his eyes, and when he found it was him, he closed them again, curled himself up, and looked like he had no intention of waking up at all.
Ming Weiting retracted his arm, took the suit jacket folded beside him, and covered him with it.
Mingchi was very alert when sleeping and it probably took him some time to recover. When he noticed that he stood up, he woke up from his sleepiness and opened one eye.
Ming Weiting reported to Xiao Xiansheng: "Let's go home."
Ming Chi was also concerned about Mr. Shadow: "Do you know the way?"
"Yes." Ming Weiting smiled and rubbed his head. "Welcome to the new route. The secret base goes directly to the cruise ship, and there is also a stop at Wanghai Villa in the middle."
Ming Chi was kneaded quite comfortably by Mr. Tour Bus. He turned the buttons of Tour Bus's shirt and entered the destination: "Return to the cruise ship with Mr. Shadow."
Before going to bed, he would always recite what happened that day, his mind stopped at the previous chat content, and after a while, he found that he did have a schedule: "Mr. Shadow, Sister Zhao Lan wants to have dinner with me tomorrow."
"I know." Ming Weiting nodded, holding him and slowly walked down the mountain, "Let's check the news together."
In fact, Zhao Lan didn't want to contact the person so urgently because the crew had finished filming and was about to enter the post-production process, and she needed to make the final content confirmation with the person concerned.
According to Mingchi's idea, the documentary belongs to the Luo Zhi of the past, and the crew can completely follow the previous handling plan without having to specifically seek his opinion.
But Director Gong thought more carefully. She didn't want anything here to affect Mingchi's future life. There are many documentaries in which the subjects are discussed and paid attention to for a long time. Sometimes an insignificant detail will be dug up, bringing unexpected interference to the originally peaceful life.
In addition, in order to ensure the objectivity of the documentary editing stage and not to mix in too much personal emotions, Director Gong was not convenient to meet him. So in the end, this matter was handed over to Zhao Lan.
This is also the end of her work this time, her last task as Director Gong’s short-term assistant.
Zhao Lan asked Fang Hang to contact Ming Chi. When she called him later, she still felt awkward and apologetic: "Brother, if you don't feel well, don't come."
"I'll ask them to send you the sample film and outline. Please let me know after you review it." Zhao Lan instructed him, "You are more important. If you don't feel well, don't come."
When he received the call, Ming Chi was sitting next to Ming Weiting. They were ready to go to the cemetery in the evening and were sitting on the deck eating dinner together.
The seabirds here are not as fierce as those in some places outside. They are very gentle and friendly. When they see people eating, they will circle and land on the side of the ship. The brave ones jumped onto the table and pecked at the bread.
Mingchi replied, his hand held by Mr. Shadow, and they watched together as the seabirds pecked away at the crumbs bit by bit.
Mingchi agreed to go for the meeting.
We had agreed that we must have dinner together when we meet again.
He will definitely go for the appointment.
"Sister Zhao Lan said," Ming Chi was half asleep and half awake. He thought for a while, "She went with her husband."
Ming Weiting nodded: "What a coincidence."
...In matters like this, he reacted very quickly even when he was half asleep.
Ming Chi quickly understood the meaning of these three words and buried himself in his coat. After a while, he couldn't help but feel happy and whispered, "What a coincidence."
Mr. Shadow’s sense of direction was indeed very good. They successfully found a way out, and their progress was even faster than when Mingchi found them.
When they were about to go around the hillside, Ming Weiting suddenly stopped and looked down at him: "Young sir."
His voice was very light and low, and seemed softer than usual in the night breeze.
Mingchi was already getting excited about the words "go with the master" and was even more excited by this word. He raised his eyes and was suddenly stunned.
From their current angle, the view is the widest. They can see the outline of a group of buildings at the foot of the mountain, dotted with lights that are either cold or warm, bright or dim.
Behind every light there is a home.
Thousands of lights.
Ming Chi vaguely remembered that he seemed to have stood here and seen these things before - probably when he accidentally bumped into a staff member who came to inspect one time, and was startled by the other person, and at the same time, he also scared the other person hard.
The specific process of these events is too vague, and only part of the scene remains in his visual memory. He remembers that he has seen such lights and such buildings.
But for the first time, he suddenly thought these were beautiful.
For the first time, he felt that these things were beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't help but feel moved. At some moment, his goal of saving money suddenly took a big step forward.
Or maybe he could be more productive. Write more songs, contact the comic columnists I worked with before, be more dedicated and diligent, and read more scripts...
"The sea-view villa is suitable for recuperation and vacation, but not suitable for living in winter. It will have an impact on the joints over time."
Ming Weiting thought for a moment and continued, "I heard from Uncle Lu that the buildings on the shore will have floor heating, which is very comfortable."
Ming Chi raised his head in surprise, then laughed, closed his eyes and leaned against Ming Weiting's neck.
...How can we be so in sync?
How can you be so happy?
“Those lights are beautiful.”
Mr. Shadow looked down at him and touched his eyelashes. "Wait until we finish our trip."
Ming Weiting did not continue speaking immediately.
He was thinking about the teenage Luo Chi, who left Wanghai Villa and lived alone in a single dormitory, waiting to grow up.
Nineteen-year-old Luo Chi accidentally became the young President Luo. After everyone got off work, he lay alone on the sofa in the company's office.
Now is the time.
Ming Weiting said: "I think——"
"I want to, too." The grown-up Flame was quite calm, "Wait."
Ming Weiting paused.
He noticed Ming Chi's movements, and put him down steadily on the ground, still letting him wear the coat: "Waiting?"
"Wait, I'll find a way." Ming Chi pursed his lips and showed some fighting spirit. At least his words were calm. "One of these lamps..."
Ming Weiting suddenly laughed out loud, and Ming Chi couldn't help laughing as well. The two of them laughed childishly for no reason for a long time before Mingchi finally took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes and looked up.
Ming Chi raised his head and his expression suddenly became calm and serious.
Ming Weiting looked into his eyes.
He suddenly remembered that day on the beach, when those managers mentioned how they always invited those popular artists, how they negotiated gambling contracts, and how they dared to promise better resources.
It's not just because of Mrs. Ren's legacy, it's not just because I was taken to meet the elders by Mrs. Ren in the past, and all the deep or shallow favors I had in the past.
Luo Zhi was not in a good condition at the time, and those people could see it more or less - even if they couldn't see it, they could guess it.
It is not uncommon for someone of this age to take over the family business and become independent, but anyone who knows a little about the inside story knows how the Luo and Ren families treat this young man.
Anyone who grows up alone in such a life will not be in a good state. They were already very surprised that Luo Zhi could stand up for the film and television company that was about to go bankrupt and bring a group of subordinates who were also like scattered soldiers to look for resources and negotiate gambling.
But as long as you are willing to talk to him, sit face to face with that young man for a while.
As long as you are willing to not be disturbed by the heir of the Ren family and not be influenced by those prejudices and rumors, listen carefully to what he says and give him some time to slowly make himself clear.
In the first year of its establishment, although there were not many companies and resources cooperating with Huaisheng Entertainment, they were actually quite solid and stable.
"There's no point in explaining it. Just look into his eyes," Kuang Li said. "Look into his eyes and you'll know he won't lie to you."
Fang Hang took two sips of beer and added with a smile: "He really won't lie to you."
Their general manager has this kind of temper. Mingchi doesn't like to talk and doesn't like to make empty promises rashly, but as long as he promises something, he will definitely do it.
Mingchi will not break his promise to anyone except himself.
Now that included himself - he would never break his promise to himself again. Mingchi stood in the night wind, with thousands of lights behind him. His eyes were brighter than the lights and stars. It was an unusually calm and clear brightness that would never be destroyed.
“In these lights.”
Ming Chi said, "There will be one for us."
"Sir." Ming Chi gave him his hand, "Wait for me to take you home."
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Zhao Lan: I’m going to have dinner with my husband tomorrow.
Huo Miao: I’m going to have dinner with my husband tomorrow.
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