MTL - They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes-Chapter 66 for example

The tide in the dream came up.

A rather unfamiliar touch that exists entirely in dreams, with nowhere to go in memory.

Ming Chi noticed a slight air flow between his fingers. He thought it was the wind at first, but if the wind was too soft, even the moonlight wouldn't be disturbed by such a night wind.

Then he felt warmth.

Not wind.

The wind plays with water on one side.

Mr. Shadow's breath.

Ming Weiting's breath was holding his hand.

Ming Weiting was holding his hand and lightly touching his knuckles. With downcast eyes, warm air with breath, and lips.

Totally discreet force. Ming Chi's fingers curled up instinctively uncontrollably, and then the curled knuckles touched the next softness, and then both of them suddenly stopped.

…

For a few seconds, the hard knuckles pressed against the soft lips, the cool against the warmth, and perhaps no one was breathing.

No one was breathing, but the wind was playing with the water under their feet. The water surface under the moonlight swayed with ripples, which were disturbed together with the reflections of people in the water.

The waves crashed on the reef, and there was a clatter, pulling people back to reality in an instant.

Ming Weiting slowly raised his eyes.

Ming Chi still opened his eyes wide, and he was probably already familiar with him. He sat motionless and stared at him blankly.

Ming Weiting raised his hand and touched Mingchi's eyelashes lightly.

Mingchi instinctively blinked his eyes, and then he regained his senses, looking for cracks in the rocks everywhere: "Ahhhh."

Mingweiting looked at him quietly, and heard Mingchi read a series of "ah" without tone, and smiled from the bottom of his eyes, and stretched out his hand to protect him from slipping: "What is it?"

"It's a sentence pattern that expresses feelings, and it's popular on the Internet." Ming Chi failed to find the crack in the stone, and just happened to see Mr. Shadow's outstretched hand. Exclamation mark."

In fact, in his current mind, there are far more "Mr. Shadow Zone" than this one, and there is no need to add an exclamation mark, each of them is running around in bold.

The main reason is that the current atmosphere is too quiet, the moonlight is far away, the wind is light and the water is soft, and even the waves seem to be soft.

And Uncle Lu is still there.

Uncle Lu didn't look at it, and was studying the pattern of a stone with great interest. He didn't know if the stone had a pattern when it was taken out of the water.

His piece should be re-arranged with a little climax.

Are the stones watching?

The sea water under the moon turned out to be so dazzling.

…

Ming Chi tried to use other ideas to take over the territory and keep the "ah"s from running around, but it seemed that the other ideas came out faster and denser. Part of his brain didn't even discuss with him, and took the initiative to immerse himself in the arrangement.

Ming was so hot that it was really hot, and the breath slammed into his chest, urging him to whisper the exclamation point: "Ah!"

Ming Weiting gently drew a question mark in his palm.

Mingchi shook that finger, replied that he was fine, and went through the cruise ship etiquette tutorial borrowed from Uncle Lu in his mind again, sighing for his own disappointment.

With a kiss, it becomes like this.

How to be a captain in the future.

He hid and tried to organize his thoughts, and then found that his body seemed too skilled, and he had found a familiar and comfortable posture without thinking.

He was hiding between Mr. Shadow's arms and chest.

His forehead rested on Mr. Shadow's shoulder. He folded his knees, his chin resting on his arms, so that he could just hide it all, and one of his hands was clutching Mr. Shadow's casual jacket.

...Ming Chi let out a long sigh in a rather melancholy manner. He fanned himself, took a deep breath, and exhaled the rampant airflow in his chest.

He began to worry about his own disappointment.

…

He led a team to explore the owner of the villa in the secret realm, and was carried back to the villa by Mr. Shadow that night.

Not because of that little incident that was completely unexpected—of course it had a considerable impact in other ways as well. But the more important reason was that the owner of the villa went around several times and couldn't find the way back.

When I came over in the evening, it was just dark, and I could confirm the route based on the surrounding reference objects.

At night, these reference objects are all deliberately hidden in the night, and then it is obviously more than a hundred times more difficult to rely on this method to judge how to go back.

Ming Weiting and Ming Lu followed him. Mingchi stood firm on the stone bank with his cane, and looked around carefully: "Oops."

Mingchi turned back to Mr. Shadow: "I seem to have taken the wrong way again. I came here just now."

"No hurry." Mingweiting came over and bent over to take his cane, "Take this as a walk, the scenery is very good tonight."

Ming Chi was standing in a trance, when he heard this sentence, he couldn't help laughing: "Walking among the reefs?"

Ming Weiting nodded, held his shoulders and made him turn halfway: "Look."

Ming Chi was a little curious and followed.

Without Mingwei Pavilion's special reminder, he saw at a glance that a reef had a very special shape - it was round as a whole, with two obvious bulges at the top, which were edged by nearby lights.

Mingchi's eyes lit up quickly: "Fox."

"Uncle Lu also found a squirrel just now." Ming Weiting nodded, "You were too focused and didn't find a chance to speak."

Ming Chi didn't expect that Uncle Lu would also participate in such a childish game. He was held firmly by Ming Weiting, raised his head, and looked over in surprise.

"Wait for the next walk, there is still a chance."

Ming Lu smiled and nodded: "It's very similar, you can tell at a glance."

Ming Chi couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, and immediately agreed.

It has indeed been a long time since Ming Chi went in circles here. Ming Chi followed along to find a special shaped stone, while leaning on Mr. Shadow's body, he relaxed his right leg without a trace.

This would happen, and he could actually guess the reason.

Even if he hadn't noticed it just now, he almost realized what was going on after he found out that he had circled back to the original location.

Before he was discharged from the hospital, Dean Xun came to talk with him, and told him in advance some problems that might arise in the future.

Impairment of memory is the main one - of course this does not cause any change in personality at all. He is still him, he just forgot something, the influence and growth and changes of the past ten years will still remain, it does not mean that the whole person goes back ten years ago.

In addition to this, there are some insignificant details such as falling asleep and not easy to wake up, short-term memory may also be ineffective from time to time, too tired or dizzy when physically unwell... and so on.

These details will hardly affect any quality of life. As long as you pay special attention to protecting your body in the future, you can solve it with sticky notes and memos, so you must reflect on the fact that you almost caught a cold.

As for the remaining problem, his ability to judge the direction in the future may be slightly worse.

It was a rare opportunity to rule out the influence of the reference object in the daytime. Ming Chi leaned on Mr. Shadow's body, looked around in thought, and finally came to an objective conclusion: "It's not a little bit."

Ming Weiting lowered his head and asked, "What?"

"It's not a little bit worse." Mingchi replied, sighing deeply, "I can't recognize the way home at all."

He pressed his right leg: "My current sense of direction is comparable to that of my aunt."

Ming Weiting immediately screened out key information: "Auntie doesn't recognize the way?"

Every time I heard Mr. Shadow call me auntie together, Mingchi's chest felt warm. He nodded and pursed the corners of his mouth lightly: "I don't really recognize it."

"Every time we went out to climb the mountain." Ming Chi thought for a while, "When I got lost, my aunt lifted me up to find my way."

It's not because of acquired influence, it is true that some people are born with a completely unclear direction. This is the case with my aunt, but she especially likes to go out to explore and adventure. If you don't take a tour bus, you have to be held by the steady fire every time to get down the mountain road smoothly.

So after they returned to Wanghai, Mr. Shadow told him the story of the conch again, which was unexpectedly very reasonable - if Auntie really turned into a wave, it would really take a long time. to find the lucky fan's boat.

Ming Weiting thought for a while, then suddenly said, "Oops."

In fact, Mingchi didn't take this matter to heart, he just said goodbye and remembered his lost sense of direction for a while. Hearing this, he was curious: "What's wrong?"

Ming Weiting folded his arms and let him lean on him completely: "Uncle Lu doesn't recognize the way."

Mingchi didn't expect it at all this time: "Uncle Lu doesn't recognize the way?"

"You can't say that." Uncle Lu stood not far away and raised his mobile phone to justify his name. "The technology is very advanced now, and navigation can solve most of the problems."

The manager of the Ming family did not have the job of sailing. Of course, there is no need to identify the direction when walking on the boat, and when you get off the boat, you will follow the Ming family's husband. You don't need to lead the way when you go out to do errands. As for the least kind of situation, as long as there is navigation, it can be completely solved.

Ming Weiting learned from him and lowered his voice: "In the past, every time we went out to sea and lost our way, Uncle Lu made me stand on the bow of the boat, saying that it was to exercise my ability to steer."

Ming Chi blinked, he didn't know if this was true or not, but looking at Uncle Lu's half funny half helpless expression, he couldn't help laughing along: "Have you worked out yet?"

Ming Weiting nodded and continued to say, "What should I do, everyone in the family doesn't recognize the way."

He hugged Ming Chi: "It makes me look like I don't fit in very well."

Mingchi actually felt that he could still walk, and was about to get his cane back and discuss with Mr. Shadow to let him down when he heard this sentence.

Of course, this kind of remark is not serious, as long as you think about it a little, you know that it must be a joke.

But Mr. Shadow may really have some special bonus on the rocky beach under the moon.

Mingming's voice, the movement of picking him up, and the strength of the arms behind him are all the same, but maybe it's because of the change in the tone... so it seems that something is very different.

...whatever it says, it's like that touch on the knuckles. Very light and slow, under the usual rigor, it has the softest prudence.

Ming Chi relented as soon as he failed to live up to his expectations, and did not persist any longer and went on his own.

He knew what to say at this time.

Uncle Lu said this, and so did Mr. Shadow. He promised 10,000 times without hesitation in his heart, but when he wanted to open his mouth, his heart was beating nervously.

Mingchi's throat moved slightly, he thought that he must have not said these words for too long, so long that his lips and teeth felt unfamiliar and stagnant when he was biting the words.

"...home."

Mingchi said slowly, his voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping water: "There must be someone at home who is in charge of the way."

Mingchi learned this sentence pattern, and he suddenly realized that he quickly fell in love with this sentence. He liked it so much that he wanted to repeat it over and over again.

"It doesn't matter when." Ming Chi was righteous and said every word super clearly, "We can all go home together."

Ming Weiting looked at him, raised his hand around Ming Chi's neck, and touched his forehead with his forehead.

"It's so good." Ming Weiting asked, "If one person knows the way, can we all go home together?"

Mingchi nodded, of course, and stuck his head out to ask Hailang, "When will my aunt come home?"

Mingchi waited for a while and then rushed to answer: "Auntie said she's done playing before going home."

Ming Chi named his name: "Let the only person who knows the way remember to make a road sign, otherwise you can't find it at night."

Ming Weiting's eyes overflowed with a smile: "Just do it, I won't sleep tonight."

"Sir will be back later." Ming Lu nodded, "I'll bring the flames home and have someone come to deliver the searchlights."

It was completely impossible to tell who was taking the lead in the childish family. Ming Chi laughed until he lost his strength. He lowered his head and buried himself in Mr. Shadow's neck: "No, no, I'm going to sleep."

"I'll recognize it in the daytime." Ming Chi lowered his voice and tapped the sticker on his forehead, "Let's do it together."

Ming Weiting agreed.

His sense of direction is indeed very good. At this moment, he has taken Uncle Lu and Huo Miao out of the reef beach. The lights of the main house of the villa are exposed, which is actually not far from the position just now.

Ming Chi was lying on Mr. Shadow's shoulder, trying to open his eyes to look at the lights in the house.

Ming Weiting took his arms back, making Ming Chi lean on him more steadily, and patted his back gently: "Sleep when you're tired, don't worry about anything."

Ming Chi's eyelids were indeed sinking. He's having so much fun these days, whether it's playing the guitar, making pastries, painting or looking at the scenery, or rehabilitating - he almost forgets he's rehabilitating. It felt so good to be able to stand up on his own, he was excited with every step he took, and it seemed like he couldn't run out of energy.

Of course, the strength can still be used up. Mingchi slowly curled up his fingers, the fabric on the collar of his casual jacket was swept in by a tide of extraordinarily comfortable and relaxed tiredness: "Mr. Shadow."

Ming Weiting whispered softly in his ear.

"Did I leave a letter to myself before the operation?" Ming Chi said softly, "I think I will leave a letter to myself."

Mingweiting didn't answer right away, and led him through the garden with steady steps, walking on a path made of finely inlaid stones: "Wait a few days."

"Okay." Ming Chi blinked and asked, "Why?"

"Wait a few days, I'm going to go outside." Ming Weiting explained to him, "One of the family's boat hit the rocks before, and an accident happened. During this time, I have been dealing with follow-up matters."

"Now the compensation matters have been sorted out, and the injured have been discharged from the hospital. The press conference is scheduled for the end of the month, and the Ming family will give the public an explanation of the accident and a guarantee of follow-up safety issues."

Ming Weiting said: "It will take about three to five days. I am worried that you will be bored, and I want you to read the letter at that time."

He stopped after saying this, waiting for Ming Chi's reaction.

"Are there casualties?" Mingchi didn't care much about the letter anymore, he was a little worried, and he became more awake, "Does it matter?"

Ming Weiting shook his head: "It doesn't matter, the rescue went smoothly."

Mingchi didn't have any impression of this matter at all. He was relieved when he heard the answer, and thought for a while: "Is it the captain who didn't drive the boat?"

"Yes." Ming Weiting did not hide it, "I have already been dismissed."

Mingchi suddenly felt a sense of urgency, and clenched his fists: "When the rehabilitation is over, I will go to learn to sail."

Ming Weiting nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly remembered something and smiled lightly.

Ming Chi couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong?"

"I'll teach you." Ming Weiting said these words slowly, "I finally have the opportunity to teach you."

Probably because the atmosphere tonight was too relaxed, and Mr. Shadow's voice sounded soft and soft, even a little distressed: "How can there be such a powerful person, who can do everything well, and doesn't need anyone to teach anything."

Mingchi was amused by him, blushed quickly, and slowly retracted Mr. Shadow's shoulder: "Who is it?"

"Who is it?" Ming Weiting repeated, and sighed to himself, "You are both powerful and strong. If you can take care of yourself, don't ask for help from others immediately."

Why don't others help. A few days ago, I almost fell asleep until I caught a cold. Tonight, I couldn't find my way after turning around for a long time. Now he's just being held like a five-year-old child, and he's not making a fuss about running around on the ground.

…

Ming Chi's rebuttal had reached his lips, only to find that every sentence was quite unfavorable to him, it was like a miniature criticism meeting.

He reflected on it deeply again, but still couldn't hold back, and corrected it in a low voice: "I want to help too... I can't find my home without anyone helping me."

Ming Weiting continued to sigh: "Welcome."

Ming Chi blinked: "What's welcome?"

"Welcome to take a ride." Mingwei Pavilion paused for a while, "Wanghai Villa Dedicated Tour Bus."

Ming Weiting said: "Mainly engaged in various routes, good at identifying directions, and professionally picking up flames to go out and go home."

When I said this, I happened to walk to the door of the main house.

Ming Lu pushed the door open, Ming Weiting changed his shoes in front of the door, and when Ming Chi also sat in front of the entrance to clean himself up, he reached out to hug him again.

Mingchi lowered his head, changed his slippers, and subconsciously went to grab a cane.

He had walked too much today, and he couldn't stand up when he stretched his right leg, and he fell down again.

But this kind of thing happens too often, Ming Chi summed up the skills early and reacted very quickly. He squatted on the ground with one hand, his cane stuck in the corner of the entrance to support him, and he stood up firmly.

When he looked up and saw Mr. Shadow's hand, Ming Chi suddenly came back to his senses.

Ming Weiting didn't hug him, so he took half a step away and waited beside him, his arms behind him, blocking the sharp corners of the shoe cabinet.

Mingchi originally wanted to jump over, but now he dismissed the idea immediately, put the cane on the shoe cabinet, and reached out his hand.

Ming Weiting carried him into the living room and walked to the sofa by the fireplace.

Ming Weiting put him down: "Welcome to the next ride."

Mingchi's mouth was stunned, his ears were red and he couldn't stop laughing. He laughed until he coughed several times: "No, no... Hi."

He couldn't say such things at all, so he had to go back to his memory to find a helper, and sighed like his auntie extended his voice.

"Take care of yourself."

He was gently placed on the sofa by Ming Weiting, and he sat firmly with his arms: "Why don't you want others to help?"

The blank space in the middle is too inconspicuous, and Ming Chi often accidentally ignores that these memories are all more than ten years ago.

He was only ten years old at that time, and his aunt's tone was to coax children, and he used it to learn it directly, and imitated it quite vividly.

Manager Ming coughed lightly, turned his back and pretended not to hear, hiding his smile in time.

In order to make it easier for Ming Chi to practice walking, thick and large plush carpets are spread everywhere at home. Even if he falls, it will not hurt much.

There are also a lot of pillows on the sofa. Mingchi sometimes doesn't like to sit on the sofa properly, so he will sit directly on the carpet with the pillows in his arms.

Mr. Ming cooperatively lowered his age, sat cross-legged on the carpet, and looked up at Teacher Huo Miao: "Why?"

"Because." Ming Chi said these two words, and he was stuck for a while.

…why?

Because I don't want to cause trouble, because I don't want others to have a hard time because of him, because I want to work hard to get better soon... Of course, these thoughts must be there.

He must have thought so—but just explaining it with these thoughts didn't seem complete enough.

There should be a more important and clearer reason, which is what he is constantly thinking about now.

This reason is only available to him after he has experienced these ten years and has grown up. It has never been seen before, and he is very unfamiliar, so it takes a little time to distinguish and summarize.

For this reason, he could hardly wait to be healed in a day.

"Because I want to be cured in one day." Ming Chi said in a breath, "For example."

Mingchi sorted out his thoughts for a while, and sure enough, he sorted himself out and sat on the sofa hot: "I mean for example."

"For example, one day, I practiced the guitar very late, and I went back by myself."

Mingchi whispered, "It was getting dark. I saw the lights in my house on the road, and when I looked up, I saw Mr. Shadow waiting for me at the window to go home."

This actually happens every day.

As long as he didn't fall asleep accidentally, every night when he went home, he stepped on the pebble road and walked back slowly with his cane, and he could see Mr. Shadow waiting for him.

They made an appointment to give him more opportunities to practice, so Mr. Shadow would always wait in the room until he walked back to the main house, changed his slippers at the entrance, and walked up to the second floor by himself.

This process usually takes a long time, but no matter how long it takes, he is happiest when he walks up the stairs and turns around.

The bedroom door was opened, and the warm lights poured out, covering the entire second floor wooden floor with a soft luster, like a warm road.

Someone was waiting for him at the end of the road.

"...like this time."

Mingchi described this scene in great detail, for fear that the hints would not be in place.

He particularly emphasized how warm the lights were, how calm, handsome and reliable Mr. Shadow was, and how happy and anxious he was.

"Someone is waiting for me to get home."

Ming Chi bowed his head hotly, and reasoned in a low voice: "One day, I can rush all the way up and throw myself directly into his arms, right?"