After that, no one else showed up.
Minglu led people to deal with the matter. Zhao Lan's husband went with her, and after returning he stayed by her side all the time, holding his lover's hand very tightly.
"My brother is quite capable," Zhao Lan's husband told her. "He could tell at a glance that something was wrong with the news."
Zhao Lan's message didn't mention anything else, just saying that some more preparation was needed and the dishes would be slow to be served, so she asked her husband to take his brother for a walk around the area.
Mingchi just heard one sentence, then immediately asked for the location and rushed over.
Zhao Lan listened to the teacher's description of the situation at that time and turned back to look at Ming Chi.
She looked into her brother's eyes. Mingchi, who had just finished talking to the gentleman who came with him, also looked at her and blinked twice.
Zhao Lan couldn't help laughing. She also winked at her brother and squeezed her husband's hand in return.
"Mystical induction." Zhao Lan introduced to the teacher, "I developed it in the past."
Many times, premonitions are unreasonable, and it is with these unreasonable premonitions that they pull each other together and stumble through life.
Relying on this premonition, after the three-day nightmare ended, her brother brought the police to rescue them and found the house where she was locked up, saving her life.
They have their own code: blinking once means "I'm fine", blinking twice means "everything is fine".
The sea is calm and everything is completely over.
Everything is fine now.
The food was served quickly, and they ate and chatted at the same time. None of the situations that Zhao Lan had worried about happened at all - although there were three people at the table and none of them were very good at chatting, there was a professor who taught dance after all.
Mingchi is also gentle and steady, and because their professional fields overlap, he also had a very pleasant chat with Zhao Lan's husband.
This steadiness has already shown its first signs in the past. Zhao Lan still remembered that when Ming Chi was just brought back from the firewood pile by her and was not very familiar with her, he was always so calm that it was hard to remember his age.
But, these years have passed and so many things have happened. The childish intelligence and precocity that he had at the beginning had long since transformed into steadiness and sharpness.
Ming Chi just blocked her way. In a flash of thought, Zhao Lan suddenly realized that she probably wouldn't have a nightmare again in the future.
For a long time, she had nightmares every night and returned to that place in her dreams.
Later, with the therapeutic intervention of doctors and counselors, these dreams gradually became less frequent, and even less after I met my husband.
Even if she had a nightmare, she would dream of her father, her mother, her sister and her husband coming to be with her, and these dreams were no longer scary.
But at the end of the dream, Zhao Lan always took them to search anxiously and non-stop.
She went to turn over the firewood and straw piles and open the door of every empty house... In her dreams during this period, Zhao Lan would often suddenly see a dark sea of ice when she pushed open a door.
She plunged into the icy sea. The water was salty and cold, even the biting chill was real, but she never fished anything out.
Of course nothing can be fished out.
Subconsciously, she never believed that her brother would fall in such a place.
Zhao Lan reached out and pushed the entire plate of crystal shrimp dumplings in front of her brother.
Mingchi stopped talking to his husband, and when he saw her gaze, his eyes followed hers. He also moved a whole tray of steamed dumplings over without wanting to be outdone.
Zhao Lan ate the steamed buns with big mouthfuls. The taste of this shop is very authentic. The thin siu mai skin is hot and chewy, and the fragrant fillings inside are full but not too hot. The hot and sweet soup flows into your throat as soon as you bite it.
Zhao Lan also likes to have morning tea.
She still remembers that when she had a high fever, Huo Miao took care of her alone, feeding her water little by little, coaxing her to drink Chinese medicine, and roasting the hidden potatoes for her to eat.
She ate the potato and listened to the flames tell her the vivid story. The hot and fragrant steamed siu mai for morning tea, the soup is all locked in the translucent hot dough, the delicate salted egg yolk in the lava bun is dripping, the glutinous rice chicken is fragrant and soft, and the boat porridge is so fresh that you want to swallow your tongue...
One potato was eaten to taste eighteen different flavors. Zhao Lan was so greedy that she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. She was so angry that she woke up the little flame. She was so hungry that she swore that she would order a large table of breakfast tea every day, including eight baskets of rice rolls, nine glutinous rice chicken, and ten trays of steamed pork dumplings.
The two of them were squeezed on a hard wooden board. Xiao Huo Miao was not angry at all when she was woken up by the shaking. She tried to move the quilt towards her.
Huo Miao thought for a long time with his arm resting on his head, and then he followed her to check the menu: "Then I want eleven crystal shrimp dumplings, twelve small wontons, and thirteen custard buns."
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We have to find a time to provide the information to the gentleman opposite.
Her younger brother was so reassuring now that Zhao Lan completely relaxed. She couldn't help but become more and more curious and secretly poked her husband's arm.
The husband was also curious and secretly pinched her palm under the table.
Of course, Zhao Lan, the gentleman who came with his brother, knew the other party's identity. After all, he was trying to grab other people's cruise tickets a few days ago. Moreover, in the news these days, the financial and social sections often contain content related to cruise companies.
On the phone, Ming Chi said that he would bring his family with him, but Zhao Lan didn't expect that it would be Mr. Ming himself who would come.
Mr. Ming himself was probably the least good at chatting among the four people. Apart from greetings, he never spoke on his own initiative, but his demeanor was not as cold as in the interview.
Especially when he whispered to Mingchi and helped him get the bowl of porridge, the two of them reviewed the details involved in the documentary together.
These were examined in order not to disturb the parties' future lives. Ming Chi did not remember these things, so he entrusted the entire job to Mr. Ming who was beside him.
Mr. Ming read it very carefully, marked out some content that was not intended to be made public, organized it clearly and returned it.
Zhao Lan had been working as an assistant to Teacher Gong for several months. After taking a quick look at the crossed-out content, she had an intuition: "Will Huo Miao never come back?"
After deleting these contents, the film is left with only a purely objective record. Instead, the protagonist fades into the background, with his only role remaining as a clue that connects the entire story.
The heat of public opinion always passes quickly. After half a year or a year, when people see the final version of this documentary, most of them will only sigh and warn, and will no longer pay special attention to the parties involved.
"You're really not coming back?" Zhao Lan's husband often surfs the Internet. He happened to see the latest trending search and joked with a smile, "The whole world is waiting for Mr. Luo."
There are already many angles and versions of the video recording of the beach concert that day. Some of them even became trending searches for several days, and many people were asking for the songs, but unfortunately no one has found them until now.
Since it can't be found anywhere, there is only one possibility left.
The official blog of Huaisheng Entertainment previously released those unedited original videos, and the guitarist who wrote his own songs, played the songs himself, and occasionally sang them, belatedly became popular again.
The truths that were once maliciously concealed and erased were seen again, and finally, belatedly, burst out with the heat and light that should have been there long ago.
Ming Chi smiled and shook his head, then added: "And he plays the guitar."
He was not at all shy about talking about these things. He put down the white porcelain spoon in his hand and spoke softly about his future plans.
Fang Hang and the others' intuition was very accurate. He would definitely not make his debut again, nor would he get involved in that circle again. He would not stand in the spotlight and be a standard artist or idol.
There's no particular reason, he just enjoys the stage where he has complete freedom.
On the deck, by the campfire - maybe in the future there will be a concert or a recitative performance that will be held on a whim. There was no publicity or announcement, and the show started with tickets being released all of a sudden. The first row had to be reserved for those who had made reservations in advance.
Mingchi, before the operation, wrote a letter to himself after the operation, saying a lot about this matter.
You can make friends anywhere and stand anywhere with confidence.
There is no need to hide anymore, because it will not implicate anyone. There is no need to hide in a corner where no one can see him, because even if someone likes him and speaks for him, those people will not be hurt anymore.
That is completely enough.
"That's enough." Zhao Lan's husband nodded and suddenly became serious, "You don't need those things."
"You are the kind of performer who was born to be free."
He said to Ming Chi seriously: "There is no need to go to that kind of place. There is no need to be judged and instructed by anyone."
Zhao Lan's husband has been a professor for many years. He has taught many classes of students and has his own courses and studio. He has also been invited to many shows and has seen too many outstanding newcomers. In fact, he no longer finds it strange.
Even so, after Zhao Lan recommended the official blog to him and he saw the competition videos from a few years ago, he still couldn't help but feel regretful.
If such extraordinary aura and talent had been placed on the music scene decades ago, and given the space to express himself freely for ten or twenty years, he might have really reached incredible heights.
Zhao Lan's husband did not mention this again. He just looked at Ming Chi and said, "No need to be under the spotlight."
When he talks about these fields, he always has an artistic temperament and is not embarrassed to say it directly: "Wherever you stand, the light will naturally follow you."
Mingchi was obviously still some distance away from being an artist and still felt embarrassed. While he was thanking, his ears had already turned red.
Zhao Lan's husband laughed, took a sip of tea, and subtly took the thumb that Zhao Lan was giving him.
The night when they saw the trending search, Zhao Lan’s husband pulled his lover over. Two people read the comments together. I found that compared with the public opinion on the entire network, the comments below Huaisheng Entertainment’s official Weibo account were actually much calmer.
"It's too late after all."
Someone left a message that stood out among the comments such as "When will Mr. Luo come back?" and "I'll wait as long as it takes."
"Oops, I've been discovered. This place is neither free nor fun."
These are the words he really wants to say.
Some people are suitable for being dazzling under the spotlight, for being surrounded by flowers and having a bright future. Some people are suitable for being unrestrained in different places, for being under the vast sky and under the bright moon.
There is no better or worse, but if a soul is born free, it should not be bound by anything, and should be allowed to find the most fun place.
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After watching those videos and listening to his lover talking about him for so long, Zhao Lan's husband finally saw the real person in front of him. He now completely likes this young person: "Whether it's a concert or a recital, please be sure to notify us five minutes in advance when the tickets are released."
The events of the past few days were still vivid in his mind. He sighed half-jokingly and rubbed his forehead: "Alan and I are really not good at grabbing tickets..."
Zhao Lan's husband was gently kicked by his lover under the table. He was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice and asked quietly, "What's wrong?"
"You can't ask for special treatment, you have to rely on your ability to grab it." Zhao Lan also whispered to him, "If you can't grab it, go to the exit and wait for flowers to be delivered."
Zhao Lan's husband thought about it and could imagine how popular Ming Chi would be if he really held a concert, even without any publicity or announcement. "That makes sense. Let's go send flowers."
Seeing that her husband had acquiesced that he would not be able to get a ticket, Zhao Lan felt worried and amused at the same time. She sighed and snatched a piece of sugar-coated water chestnut cake from him.
Zhao Lan's husband thought that his wife was hungry, so he asked Mr. Ming where the porridge bowls were and went to get two bowls of hot boat porridge.
Ming Chi watched their interaction seriously, and was completely relieved. His eyes smiled and said, "No need to fight for tickets. Sister Zhao Lan will sit in the family invitation seat."
Zhao Lan was drinking porridge when he heard the words "family member". His eyes lit up and he asked him with a fist, "Really?"
Ming Chi also clenched his fist: "Really, really."
Zhao Lan couldn't help laughing as she watched his actions. Her eyes felt hot and she immediately blinked them away.
She also looked at Ming Chi with full concentration. Seeing the hearing aid on one of Ming Chi's ears, she raised her hand and touched it gently: "Do you still have tinnitus?"
"Not at all." Mingchi said, "I can hear it very clearly."
"Is your waist better? You can't hold a concert until it's healed."
Zhao Lan said: "I heard them say that this is very physically demanding, and some rock musicians may faint on the stage."
Ming Chi was still a little far from rock'n'roll enthusiasm, but he still nodded cooperatively: "I'm taking care of it, and I'll definitely wait until I'm fully recovered."
If he really reflects on himself, Mingchi actually has many habits that are not very friendly to his waist - for example, he always stays on the sofa playing games, and once he practices guitar or paints, he forgets to get up and move around for an entire afternoon. In short, as long as his waist is not hurting, he is particularly confident that he is quite healthy.
After receiving rehabilitation advice from the physiotherapist, Mr. Ming, with the active consent of Mr. Xiao, rearranged the daily time allocation in detail and carried out quite detailed supervision and reminders.
If we hadn't gone out for dinner today, the little gentleman would have been taken to his big bed with a mattress of just the right firmness and softness to take a nap with his husband.
Perhaps it was because his biological clock had been set, Mingchi was distracted for a moment. When he came to his senses, he found that Shadow had taken the initiative to join the conversation first.
Zhao Lan's husband couldn't get a word in for the time being, so he quietly helped him catch up with the topic: "We're discussing your body."
No one knows Ming Chi's old injuries better than Zhao Lan. Most of them have healed, but some are still dormant and may come back to cause trouble when he gets older.
Two family members were discussing the patient's physical condition, while the patient was busy eating his thirteen mini custard buns. Another non-staff family member quietly got up to pay the bill, only to find that someone had already paid.
Zhao Lan explained in detail everything she had thought of. Twenty minutes had passed and the meal was almost over.
"I should pay for the first meal." Zhao Lan was extremely pleased with Ming Chi's condition, but she was not satisfied with this one thing. "I am the elder sister. I haven't seen him for thirteen years, and I still let my younger brother pay for the meal."
Ming Chi smiled as he was criticized, gently touched the remote control car, pursed his lips and answered irrelevantly: "I like this one very much."
He held a bunch of gifts that Sister Zhao Lan had given him. Although he hadn't had time to look at them carefully, he couldn't bear to put any of them down, and added: "I like them all very much."
Ming Chi raised his eyes and smiled at her, saying softly, "How can it be so nice?"
Zhao Lan looked at him with a smile, rubbed her eyes twice, and carefully put away the shell boat.
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Zhao Lan's sister is Zhao Min. The two sisters have a very good relationship. The remote control car was given to her by her sister.
Before coming this time, Zhao Lan talked a lot with her family, and her sister also said a lot of things to her that she had never said before.
Zhao Min told Zhao Lan that her ten-year-old brother came to look for his sister and leaned on the glass to look inside.
Zhao Min said that the younger brother was very sensible, he touched everything gently and spoke softly, but she didn't know why, he was the only one who did that.
Zhao Min asked the younger brother where he lived, where his home was, and where his parents were, but the younger brother just smiled and said nothing.
Her brother asked her if Sister Zhao Lan hugged and cried with her family members.
Zhao Min nodded and said yes. She cried very loudly, even louder than her sister. She was laughed at by the children passing by that day.
My younger brother asked if Sister Zhao Lan had returned to her room and slept there for a whole day and night without getting up.
Zhao Min also nodded and said that before she was hospitalized for formal recuperation, she accompanied her sister at home and slept every day.
My younger brother asked if Sister Zhao Lan celebrated her birthday. He raised his hand very seriously to remind everyone that there must be three, no less.
Zhao Min gestured to him and said that she had ordered an eight-layer birthday cake that big. She and her parents squeezed jam and chocolate sauce to write words on it. It didn't look very good, but it was very delicious. She also cooked a large table of dishes and prepared a sack of gifts.
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These are all too simple questions.
Zhao Min didn't understand at all at the time why the child seemed so nervous and solemn when asking these questions, as if he was very worried that they would not do so.
It was as if he had no idea that all these could be achieved, without any reason or excuse, just because they were family.
Zhao Min took out her cell phone and showed him the photos.
My younger brother looked particularly calm and mature, and he looked at each picture carefully like a little adult. Then he took a deep breath, exhaled longly, and pursed his lips.
"That's good." The younger brother was very happy and clenched his fists, "That's good, that's good."
Zhao Min also smiled and rubbed his head, thanking him for protecting her sister and promising to give him a gift as well. He hasn’t finished eating the eight-layer cake yet. I’ll give him a piece later.
The younger brother sat alone on a bench in the hospital, watching the whole family busy taking care of Sister Zhao Lan.
The sunlight that day was a bit dazzling, and the glass was reflective, so I couldn't see clearly what was on the other side.
They wanted to send their brother home, but when they came back after finishing their work, the child was gone.
"Sister." The night before leaving home, Zhao Min hugged her and whispered to her, "Can we invite my brother to come..."
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Zhao Lan took a deep breath.
She was encouraged by the gentleman holding his hand, and waited until Mr. Ming and Ming Chi finished talking before quietly walking over: "Brother."
Ming Chi blinked slightly and met her gaze.
"This year -" Zhao Lan didn't know if he still remembered the agreement, but she remembered that Huo Yan didn't seem to answer her at that time, "During the Chinese New Year."
Zhao Lan asked in a low voice: "If it's convenient, would you like to come to my house for dinner?"
"Just come directly, you don't need to bring anything."
"Mom, Dad, and my sister all miss you very much." Zhao Lan finished speaking in one breath, "There will be a large table of dishes by then, and they will definitely be delicious."
Ming Chi exchanged glances with Mr. Ming, his eyes curved: "Is it okay to bring it?"
Zhao Lan was stunned: "What?"
Ming Chi stood up by holding the edge of the table and walked to Ming Weiting.
He just talked to Mr. Shadow about it. There is no tradition of celebrating the New Year on the high seas, and there will be no special arrangements during those days.
Mr. Shadow was very interested in this ceremony and was looking forward to attending it with Mingchi.
"Maybe I have to bring it." Ming Chi said, "I have family members."
Zhao Lan was stunned for two seconds, and her husband squeezed her hand excitedly. Suddenly she reacted and looked at the figure beside her with wide eyes.
She immediately squeezed the gentleman's hands twice, exchanged glances, and then looked at Mingchi inquiringly.
"I have been learning to cook over the years, and I am doing pretty well. We can bring the ingredients over, and I can cook a large table with a kitchen."
Ming Chi calculated very rigorously: "This will make two large tables."
Zhao Lan's eyes widened even more, and she almost couldn't hold back her surprise and pulled him: "You remember! You remember everything!"
"Remember, remember." Ming Chi repeated with a smile and clenched his fist again, "Let's have dinner together."
Mingchi remembers all these things.
He remembered the promise he had not made.
He had a bad dream that day, and for some reason, he did not agree with his sister.
At that time, he did not agree to have the two families eat New Year's Eve dinner together, set up two large tables of delicious food, and celebrate the New Year in a lively and happy reunion.
Now he has the confidence to agree.
"Sister, I never introduced you."
Mingchi adjusted his clothes quite formally.
He took out two dinner invitations and placed them on the table. He took a deep breath and let out a long exhale, meeting Ming Weiting's calm gaze without any evasion.
"This is my husband. If it's convenient, we might go visit together during the Chinese New Year. Our two families will have a New Year's Eve dinner together, with two tables of delicious food."
Ming Chi smiled and said, "It's lively and the whole family is reunited."
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