The cruise sets sail at the end of the month.
The weather was great that day. The sky was vast and blue, and the sea and the sky met at the end.
A cool breeze blew across the side of the boat, bringing fresh and moist water vapor. The sea waves surged, and seabirds flew in the wind, singing clear and melodious songs.
The hottest and hottest time of summer has passed. The sun is no longer hot, but still very bright. Sprinkled in the sparkling waves, it presents exceptionally brilliant and warm bits of gold.
The whistle sounded long and slow, and the cruise ship left the port accompanied by the ringing of the bell, cutting through the snow-white waves on the sea.
Xiang Luan was so excited that he ran all over the deck. He stood on the balcony of their room with his guitar on his back, staring at the scene outside the window with wide eyes.
People who have always lived by the sea must be familiar with the sea, but they may not be familiar with the feeling of going out to sea by boat.
As the ship leaves the shore, everything around it turns into the azure blue of the sea - this blue changes with the angle of light, sometimes turning into a clearer and more transparent green, and sometimes it seems as if the sunlight dissolves into it, turning into a warm light brown.
The moment the cruise ship completely leaves the port and gradually disappears into the dock behind you can actually cause a subtle sense of uneasiness.
This is probably a human instinct related to survival. Because the familiar land became farther away, and there was sea on all sides. Those continuous rising and falling waves extend continuously into the distance, so vast that it seems to have no end.
Fang Hang came over and patted his head: "What are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking how big the sea is. I didn't feel it when I was on the shore, but now I see how big it is." Xiang Luan came back to his senses and rubbed the back of his head, "I was thinking."
He was a little abruptly silent, and after a while, he smiled again: "I was thinking it was a good thing."
Xiang Luan didn't say anything else, and Fang Hang didn't ask either. He just walked up to him and put his hand on the top of his head.
Xiang Luan wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. He leaned his head out to look at the balconies on both sides, but was too embarrassed to shout, so he finally took off his guitar.
He took the guitar out of the bag, touched the special label with care, found a place to sit down, and plucked the strings twice.
The sound of the piano spread in the sea breeze, and immediately the accompanying seabirds followed suit.
Human beings always have a self-protection mechanism. The more uncomfortable the situation is, the more they have to grit their teeth and endure it. The more afraid they are, the more they refuse to admit it. They must never let go and must hold on no matter what.
Perhaps only when I felt most at ease and relaxed did the lingering fear finally come up like a tide.
Xiang Luan played the piano for a while, then grinned and rubbed the back of his head with a smile.
……fortunately.
If it really was the most frightening situation, he would come to the sea to sing now, and he would probably howl from the first string to the last.
By that time, I was crying so hard that I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak clearly, and even when I was singing, my tears could have drowned the guitar.
Fortunately, they were able to laugh, chat and sing for his brother here.
fortunately.
The sea is so big.
Xiang Luan was concentrating on practicing the piano.
He had finished writing his first song and was very satisfied with the melody, but he still felt that the arrangement and lyrics were too immature. At least for now, he is still too embarrassed to sing it to his brother and wants to polish it a little.
He was concentrating too much on polishing it - by the time Xiang Luan realized that Manager Fang was secretly kicking him and giving him looks, and discovered that his brother was actually on the deck right below the balcony, it was already too late.
Xiang Luan suddenly jumped up holding his guitar, and stood at attention on the balcony with a red face.
Fang Hang coughed, cleared his throat, and stood at attention beside him as if it had nothing to do with him.
Mingchi is wearing something completely different today than usual.
He was not wearing a windbreaker or casual clothes, but had changed into a sailor's uniform like everyone else on the cruise ship.
It is now break time. According to the schedule, Ming Chi is arranged to bask in the sun on the deck and wait for Mr. Ming to come back from patrolling to have lunch together.
The wind and sunshine in early autumn are both hot and cool, especially at sea. The wind brings quite cool air currents, while the sun makes people so warm that they don't want to move.
Mingchi leaned back in a rattan chair, his well-tailored shirt held snugly by his tie, his restrained navy blue uniform jacket draped over his shoulders, his brim hat casually tucked between his arms.
He had nothing to do at the moment, so he lowered his head and concentrated on writing something on a notepad. I don't know if he heard the obvious guitar sound that had been playing for a long time from such a close distance.
Xiang Luan felt itchy just by looking at it, and he said to Manager Fang through his teeth: "Brother Fang Fang, do I still have a chance to be a resident singer?..."
"No!" The manager of the artist department could hear anything, but he got a headache after hearing this. "Has your windbreaker arrived yet? It hasn't arrived yet, why are you interested in something else?"
"He just hasn't arrived yet!" Xiang Luan was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down, "Brother Fang! Look at my brother! Look how handsome my brother is!"
Of course Fang Hang saw it. For a few seconds, he almost grabbed the Entertainment Department to take pictures, but he managed to hold back from flipping over the camera: "That's the pillar of our company! Look at those guys in our department, do they look decent in their windbreakers?"
Xiang Luan was deflated in a second, and he hunched his head with his guitar in his arms, feeling embarrassed, but he couldn't help but look down several more times.
"The front-office pillar!" Fang Hang remembered that Ming Chi had retired, and corrected himself, "When can you reach this level? We don't have to watch the general manager's old videos every day to satisfy our envious eyes."
Of course Xiang Luan thought so too - when he found out that Ming Chi was not going to come back as an artist, this die-hard fan of his did feel uncomfortable for a few seconds, but he immediately felt that it was completely fine.
Of course his brother can do whatever he wants, and no one is allowed to say anything. Everything must be based on his brother's happiness.
...Besides, this decision may sound a bit abrupt to them, but anyone who has seen Ming Chi can't help but feel that it is appropriate.
The blazing guitar should not only be heard by the audience under the spotlight, but also by the mountains, the clouds, the wind and the waves.
Xiang Luan's competitive spirit was aroused. He didn't want to embarrass his brother at all costs, so he tiptoed to an inconspicuous place to continue practicing, but was suddenly kicked by Fang Hang again.
Mingchi finished writing the note and suddenly raised his head and looked in their direction.
The room they lived in was on the second floor, not far from the deck. From this distance, even the bright smile in those eyes was particularly obvious.
"Hurry up." Fang Hang urged him in a low voice, "Seize the opportunity and shoot now!"
Xiang Luan hadn't finished revising it yet, and was so anxious that sweat was pouring down his forehead: "No! I'm not satisfied with this version yet. There are a few sections that I feel are awkward and need to be readjusted. I don't have any ideas..."
Xiang Luan was holding the guitar, blushing and thinking about whether to run away. Suddenly he saw Ming Chi making a gesture and was stunned.
Mingchi took out an empty conch shell, tore off the note paper and stuffed it in, then took out a piece of candy to seal it.
He weighed it in his hand twice, and when he felt it was just the right weight, he raised his hand and threw it up.
Seeing Mingchi's actions, Xiang Luan immediately handed the guitar to Fang Hang, rushed to the balcony and steadily caught the conch shell.
Fang Hang helped him hold the guitar. He looked at Luan Guang, who was busy peeling candies and stuffing them into his mouth. He hurriedly urged, "Hurry up, what's written on the note?"
Xiang Luan held the candy in his mouth, took out the note swiftly and opened it, and suddenly his eyes widened.
Fang Hang looked at it with him, but couldn't understand it at all: "What is that? A code?"
Xiang Luan read the note over and over again, then took the guitar with great joy: "Song! This is the song my brother helped me edit!"
"I didn't know it could be changed this way. Why am I so stupid!" Xiang Luan slapped his forehead and immediately sat on the bed and played it a few times. "It's much smoother this way!"
Seeing how excited he was, Fang Hang became happy too. He leaned to the side with his arms folded, listening to Xiang Luan practicing over and over again with his head concentrated.
He was almost completely a layman when it came to music and could only simply tell whether a song was good or not. In fact, he already thought that Xiang Luan's song was good and there was absolutely no problem singing it that way.
But after this modification, those sections changed almost immediately. After Xiang Luan played it several times, Fang Hang was already able to hum along with him.
"How did you do that?"
Xiang Luan couldn't think of anything at all, so he pulled Fang Hang aside and asked, "I understand music theory, but I just can't think of this. When will I be able to be so good?"
"It depends on experience." Fang Hang would answer, telling him calmly, "It requires rich experience and abundant emotions..."
Xiang Luan jumped up excitedly and rushed to the balcony to thank Ming Chi, only to find that there was no one in the rattan chair under the balcony.
Mr. Ming came back from patrolling the boat and went to have lunch with his little teacher at home.
The two men walked away while chatting. I don't know what they were talking about, but Mr. Ming took off his hat with the captain's logo on it and put it on the young man's head.
…
Manager Fang, who chased to the balcony, witnessed the scene with the artists from his department.
This scene is so cool.
If it is a movie, it is particularly suitable for the farewell scene when the curtain is about to fall.
Bask in the sun, change the song casually, and leave when the work is done.
Xiang Luan also wanted to have some experience, so he held his guitar and murmured, "...Brother Fang."
"No!" Fang Hang roared, "Wait until you are twenty years old before considering it again!"
Xiang Luan sighed deeply with great regret, and returned to his previous position to continue practicing the guitar. Fang Hang patted him on the head and reminded him to protect the guitar from moisture. There was a special place on the cruise ship for them to store and maintain their musical instruments.
Xiang Luan agreed dejectedly, but the piece of candy he was biting was so sweet that his mouth was already smiling to the sky.
When Fang Hang packed up his things and was about to come back to call him to have lunch, he saw that Xiang Luan was rarely playing the guitar. He opened his arms in a rather childish way, closed his eyes comfortably, and let the sea breeze hit his body.
……fortunately.
fortunately.
Fang Hang himself was still in shock. He patted his chest, shook his head and smiled.
Fortunately, their general manager is so awesome.
Fortunately, Mingchi is willing to come back.
They were finally in the mood to relax and be happy. The sun is beautiful, the clouds are beautiful, the sun in the waves is like broken golden sand, and even the wind seems sweet.
…
Ming Chi and Ming Wei Ting are in the restaurant on the top floor.
The view here is great, with the sea stretching as far as the eye can see. The boundary between the sea and the sky seems so close that it seems right in front of you, yet seems so far away that it is out of reach.
The passengers on the deck were enjoying the most comfortable afternoon. The sunshine was lazy and gentle, and the wind was calm. Mr. and Mrs. Zhao Lan had become quite familiar with their friends from Huaisheng Entertainment. They listened to a few young musicians playing music together. Kuang Li and Fang Hang were chatting by the side of the boat.
Uncle Lu has already sent out the invitations. The dinner was scheduled for the last day of the journey, when they would have dinner together with all their friends.
Each invitation letter was handwritten, with the signatures and seals of both people pasted side by side at the end.
Mingchi finally found the right time, set up the easel on the wide and bright terrace, and began to work on the oil painting that he had painted before the operation, which was suspected to be postmodern art and no one could understand.
Ming Weiting helped him mix the paint and wash the brush. The two of them worked together very well. Ming Chi was looking for the brush he wanted, and Ming Weiting had already handed him the small wolf-hair brush.
Ming Chi's eyes were filled with smiles. He thanked the professional assistant in a serious manner, holding his breath and concentrating on outlining the contours.
Ming Weiting saw that he had drawn a corner and had already guessed: "It's us."
"It's us." Ming Chi nodded. "At that time, I thought that if I waited until after the operation, I would still be able to understand this painting."
——Those color blocks are not distributed randomly.
They laid a foundation, just like the month of recuperation before the operation. Sometimes his mind was clear, sometimes he was not so clear, and sometimes he seemed to be walking in a fog.
But no matter which one it is, it lays a new and colorful background, and these bright backgrounds eventually dispel the confusing fog.
He walked out based on these basics and set himself a small goal after the operation.
At least after the operation, I should be able to understand this painting.
Ming Weiting supported his body with one hand on his side, leaned his shoulder on Ming Chi's shoulder, and looked at the pen in Ming Chi's hand.
"This is our first reunion in the rain."
Ming Chi finished the stroke carefully: "Mr. Shadow touched my head."
He then pointed to the completed part on the other side: "This is the bonfire party that day. I see the outline of the ship."
These are all important nodes of reality.
Next, it gets a little surreal.
Mingchi continued to outline the third small picture block: "This is Mr. Shadow getting off the boat, picking me up and running away."
"This is Mr. Shadow knocking on the door, inviting me to come aboard and travel the world with him."
Ming Chi explained: "Then my aunt beat me with a broom."
Ming Weiting approved of the scene, but still gave an objective comment: "I was running with my little teacher in my arms and getting beaten by my aunt. It must have been difficult to keep the silhouette so cool."
Mr. Ming Xiao was quite opinionated on the matter: "It's just so cool."
Ming Weiting took the iced fruit wine and put it on his forehead.
Ming Chi laughed, bit the straw and took two sips, then continued: "This is me traveling back in time, taking my aunt to get a physical checkup, and then we grabbed a cruise ticket together, and went on the cruise to meet Mr. Little Shadow, who didn't know me at that time."
"No." Ming Weiting said.
Ming Chi blinked: "No?"
He guessed that the rigorous Mr. Ming would say there was no relevant scientific basis, and was about to explain to him that this was a technique of artistic expression, but Ming Weiting nodded: "Scientific basis is not important."
"Let's not consider the theory." Ming Weiting said: "If time travel exists in principle, I will definitely go back with you."
Mingchi paused with the paintbrush in his hand, felt a surge of warmth in his chest, smiled, closed his eyes, and held the hand on his shoulder.
Ming Weiting turned his hand around and overlapped his palm.
"Mr. Shadow."
Ming Chi suddenly remembered something: "Your name is very special."
Ming Chi asked softly: "Have you ever asked yourself why you are called this name?"
"No." Ming Weiting thought for a moment, "Is my name special?"
Chinese is not often used on the high seas, and there are also few domestic channels that can be received.
Ming Weiting learned Chinese from Uncle Lu and the News Broadcast. He has no mistakes in grammar, but his communication is often too standard, which makes him seem stiff.
When Ming Chi was recuperating on the cruise ship, Ming Weiting practiced greeting him repeatedly because of this, wanting to make the words come as naturally as possible.
"My mother gave it to me, but she didn't have time to explain it to me."
Ming Weiting asked: "Does it have any special meaning?"
Mingchi nodded. He held Mr. Shadow's hand and wrote the two words again: "I don't know if this is what you mean."
But Uncle Lu said that although Madam Ming was the most troublesome girl in the family, she also came from a scholarly family and her family was full of literary figures.
"There is a poem I have read before," Ming Chi said, "The dangerous pavilion is on the top with no neighbors around, and you can see the spring of the three thousand worlds."
Ming Chi couldn't help but think at that time that perhaps this name contained Mrs. Ming's most earnest expectations for her child.
Even if you are at the top of a mountain or at the end of the sea, even if you are destined to be a "sir" living on a boat forever, you can still see the beautiful spring scenery in the world.
Ming Chi wrote as he spoke. When he reached the last stroke, his finger stopped on the horizontal line of "春", and suddenly a palm turned over and wrapped it warmly.
Ming Weiting held his hand and looked at the painting with him: "Three Thousand Worlds."
Ming Chi hadn't thought about the connection between the two things yet, his eyes lit up: "Really."
He took out a pen from his pocket, Ming Weiting took it, held his hand and signed the painting with him.
The sea breeze blew freely around them, the sun was clear, the sea water was warm, and their shadows overlapped.
"Three thousand worlds."
Ming Weiting lowered his head and looked into Ming Chi's eyes: "I want to meet you too."
Ming Chi's eyes were clear, and he smiled, with the smile covering the shadow that fell into his eyes: "No problem, I'll go practice mountain climbing now."
A blank space was left in the center of the picture, Mingchi adjusted the colors, and filled in the color blocks there.
He ran out of inspiration when he drew here, and hadn't decided what to fill in here, so he left it blank for the time being, intending to fill it in after the operation was over.
I have a lot of inspiration right now.
"The pavilion is in danger, there are neighbors."
Ming Chi told him: "In every world, there is a little gentleman living in it."
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