MTL - They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes-Chapter 68 Tianming

After saying these words, Ming Weiting hugged Ming Chi.

His strength was still careful to ensure that Ming Chi was lying comfortably on the pillow, and then he quickly went to the bathroom to wash.

But within a few minutes, the room quickly became quiet.

Ming Chi lived in Wanghai ten years ago and fell asleep in the sound of the ocean tide every day. With the bell tower whistle at night, and the wind and birdsong in the morning, I have never felt this room is so quiet as it is now.

… has never been so quiet. Only the sound of running water in the bathroom seemed to be heard, quite quiet and quite noisy.

Ming Chi was covered with a quilt, buried in the pillow hot for a long time, and then found that it was his heartbeat that was noisy.

The quilt may indeed affect the speed of thinking.

It probably took a long time for Ming Chi to come to this conclusion.

It wasn't so short that when he regained his senses and listened carefully, even the sound of the water had stopped.

Mingchi listened intently for a while, but still couldn't hear anything, so he quietly opened a piece of quilt, stuck his head out and looked out.

... cultivated a tacit understanding that was too obvious, and sometimes brought very small surprises.

Mingchi stuck his head out, and the first direction he subconsciously looked at was the terrace—then he immediately found that the curtains were not pulled up.

The curtains were wide open, so he could see the terrace at a glance, and then at the first glance at his lounge chair.

In the recliner was the man he was about to start searching in the room.

The back of the reclining chair was temporarily straightened, and the angle became almost like a real chair. But after all, it is a reclining chair, and its mission is to make people feel comfortable enough to sleep on it. From the material to the design, it is quite enthusiastically inviting those who sit on it to sink into it completely.

In most cases, "Mr. Shadow" and "Totally relax" are difficult to form a true and objective complete sentence.

But there are still times, as long as an attribute is added, the matter will become less absolute.

For example, "Mr. Shadow who is watching the flames".

Or to be more specific, "Mr. Shadow, who is watching the flames who have completely migrated from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, who rolled himself into a quilt roll and rolled slowly on the bed for nine and a half times."

The lunar calendar is almost half a month, and the moon tonight is quite round and bright, with a strong sense of presence like a large light bulb.

So even if the lights are not turned on, everything on the terrace is quite clear, and Ming Chi can see Mr. Shadow's obvious smile that is completely unconcealed at a glance.

Ming Chi coughed, lying at the end of the bed and trying to explain, "I don't have a good sense of direction."

"Very good." Mr. Shadow's evaluation was quite pertinent. "After nine and a half laps, it didn't fall to the ground."

Ming Chi was immediately happy: "That's it."

After all, he is also a captain.

This little intuition of not falling off the bed is always there.

He didn't want to change his field of vision at all, and wanted to sit up and talk again, so he still looked up at Mr. Shadow, and quickly unwrapped the quilt in his hands.

Ming Chi is also thinking. He thought that he kept looking at it like this, maybe he planned to draw a picture of the scene tonight, but he felt that it was not only for this reason-a part of his short-term memory was indeed affected to a certain extent, and he would occasionally forget things. But the visual memory part is still quite perfect, and you can remember the pictures you see at a glance.

In the end, he finally wanted to understand that he seemed to be reluctant to look away.

It was nice that his window was so close to the patio.

The moon is still so bright tonight.

I've always looked at it that way.

Just so you can have a great day.

Mingchi found that he also began to repeat and recite Mr. Shadow's quotations subconsciously. He pursed the corners of his mouth without knowing it, and stood up with his arms up: "Mr. Shadow..."

He saw Ming Weiting suddenly get up from the reclining chair, and in the blink of an eye, he quickly stepped over to the bed. What he realized a little later than this thought was that he held the air.

After all, after rolling for nine and a half weeks, the fixed point was too close to the edge of the bed, and Ming Chi's right hand was held in the air according to the accustomed position.

The man who was going to be the captain fell off the bed.

But it didn't fall to the ground.

Hey.

Halfway down, he fell into Mr. Shadow's arms.

Hey, he's back in bed again.

Ming Chi couldn't help but learn the words from his aunt in his mind.

He found that when he talked like his auntie, he must be very happy and had nothing to worry about at all.

I was so happy that my body was so light that I couldn't stop anything, and I could fly with the wind with a little jump.

When he was hugged by Mr. Shadow, he still wanted to laugh, and he didn't know why he was happy. Anyway, the smile appeared more and more by himself. Then Mr. Shadow was probably also infected by him, hugged him and started laughing.

Because he rushed over to catch someone urgently, it was difficult for Mr. Shadow to put him back on the bed as usual. When Mingchi was caught, he hugged him back, grabbed the sheet with his left hand that had not yet fallen, and pulled it hard in time.

Mr. Ming Jia, who had been practicing this strength for a long time, reacted, Ming Weiting picked him up, lay down on the bed by himself, and let Ming Chi fall on his chest.

If this kind of scene is made into a movie, maybe a slow-motion soundtrack and filters will be made, but in fact, you will know when you do it, and it is not entirely cool.

…

Both of their chests hit their chests, and they didn't make a sound for a few seconds, and his shoulder accidentally hit Mr. Shadow's chin.

But the two of them still couldn't stop laughing, and they were laughing for a few seconds when they couldn't make a sound. Ming Chi didn't need any strength at all, and lay on Mr. Shadow's body, letting the laughter overflowing from his chest wrap him up and down.

How can someone be so naive.

Who.

Ming Chi thought about this question in his mind.

Then he saw the same question in Mr. Shadow's smiling eyes, and immediately raised his hand to surrender: "It's me, it's me."

"How old are you, and you can still fall out of bed." Ming Chi rubbed his face and reflected, "Mr. Shadow, what were you thinking on the terrace just now?"

Mr. Shadow must have learned badly from him, raised his arm, and hugged him in his arms: "I wonder when you will fall out of bed."

After Ming Weiting said this, he also felt amused, shook his head, and caught the little captain who was on the spot and wanted to continue to wrap up the quilt and migrate: "...not this."

"It's a joke." Ming Weiting said softly, "I'm thinking."

He still rested his chin on Ming Chi's shoulder, stopped for a while before laughing again, and honestly admitted: "Is it too early to tell you this now, and will it make you feel stressed."

"Mr. Shadow." Mingchi emphasized to him, "I have no memory for ten years, not ten years back. You are holding a 23-year-old fire."

Mr. Shadow nodded, repeating and reciting: "How can I still fall out of bed."

Mingchi himself was speechless by his own words, completely lost the game, and pressed his chest to regret it.

Ming Weiting looked down at him, his eyes soft. They stopped discussing this matter, Ming Weiting patted him on the back and said warmly, "Go wash up, remember to protect the wound."

Mingchi nodded, and was supported by Mr. Shadow's arm and sat up.

He usually does not use a cane in the bedroom. The carpet here is much thicker than the outside, and it was specially made for him to fall casually, so in fact, it doesn't matter at all if he falls off the bed just now.

There was too much trouble just now, and now I have to pay special attention to my movements to avoid dizziness. Ming Chi sat beside the bed for a while with his head down, and noticed that Mr. Shadow was walking around the bed, squatted down and looked up at him, and the corner of his mouth lifted quickly and successfully.

Ming Chi quickly got off the edge of the bed, slid off the bed himself, and turned face-to-face with Mr. Shadow: "There is something else."

Ming Chi sat on the thick carpet with a thud: "You can go to wash when you're done."

Ming Weiting put one hand behind him, and after confirming that it would not be bumped, he retracted: "What's the matter?"

Mingchi raised his hand, took Mr. Shadow's arm, and pulled him to the corner of the bed twice.

Ming Weiting sat down with him, and was about to ask, when he was stunned.

Ming Chi's expression suddenly turned serious.

He looked at Mr. Shadow in front of him seriously for a long time, until his lips pursed slightly, then lowered his head and printed it on Mingwei Pavilion's knuckles.

The same movement, but Mingchi still can't do the graceful way of pouring water, and he also hasn't found a trick yet, how to make it blush and heartbeat... So all he can give is to print the heartbeat like this. Go up solemnly.

He made this action completely solemn, like signing his new name on the IOU, and also like swearing to set foot on the vast ocean from now on.

The night wind was a little cool, the windows on the patio were open, and the sound of the tide was sent back in.

The warmth of his palm rested on the back of his neck.

Mingwei Pavilion gathered around him: "Flame."

"I hope my words today did not bring you any pressure."

Ming Weiting said, "I actually regretted it just now on the terrace."

He didn't want these words to make Mingchi change any plans. Ming Chi didn't need to give him any answers, and he shouldn't be burdened by his completely private thoughts.

"Don't worry." Ming Weiting said, "We have a long time."

Ming Chi nodded: "I know."

Ming Weiting's gaze fell into those eyes, and Mingchi's eyes were clean and clear, which was probably the most sincere and sincere gaze in his mind, so he listened carefully to Mingchi's words.

Ming Chi held his hand tightly.

They sat in the corner of the room, the terrace was open, the moonlight could see, the wind could see, the stars could be seen.

They didn't hide this time, so the aunt could see too.

Mingchi lowered his eyelashes quietly, repeated that action, and stamped all the solemnity on his knuckles.

"I know the answer is innumerable now, Mr. Shadow."

Mingchi spoke softly, the soft and warm touch brought a lighter, tiny vibration caused by the sound, which extended all the way into the chest, causing a deep resonance like the sound of a distant tide.

"The meal has to be eaten bite by bite, and things have to be done little by little...I can't wait for that day."

"I can't wait for that day."

"A particularly powerful and well-informed captain returned from travel, brought back the best scenery, the best insights and memories, and the favorite gifts he collected during his travels, and used them to make a piece of paper. thing."

"Use it to do one thing." Ming Chi said softly, "Come to cash in a journal that can write 20,000 things together."

Ming Weiting only gave an example at the time, but now he completely felt that the number was too small, so he touched his ear and added, "At least."

"…At least."

Ming Chi laughed and nodded, "At least 20,000 things."

Mingchi took a deep breath slowly, his ears were hot, but he insisted on sitting up straight and asked, "Am I particularly good."

"Isn't it amazing?" Ming Chi said, "This future will definitely happen, and one day, I will be a well-informed captain."

Ming Weiting nodded without hesitation, he never doubted this matter: "Yes."

Ming Chi breathed a sigh of relief, looked up and smiled: "That's it."

"Anyway, there are fifty IOUs, I'll make one more."

Mingchi immediately took Mr. Shadow's hand and wrote on it: "Borrow something, you can exchange it for anything. Anyway, I will pay it back when that day comes."

He used his fingers to write on the palm of Mingwei Pavilion, and his right hand had recovered quite strong and flexible. He wrote so fast that he could hardly make out what it was, but a little bit of extra soft warmth and itchiness arose.

Ming Weiting couldn't help but raised the corner of his mouth, he resisted the thought of clenching his palm, even holding that hand together: "For what?"

"Mr. Shadow." Ming Chi said.

Ming Weiting agreed, and after a while without seeing the text, he asked softly, "What?"

Mingchi had already written the last few words, he bent his fingers, tapped somewhere on his palm, and read word by word: "Shadow, son, sir, sir."

Ming Weiting was stunned for a moment before realizing that what he wanted to borrow was his name.

Mingchi wrote the IOU that only he could see, and signed his name quite fluently, holding the other's palm and admiring it for a while.

…some people.

Some people don't worry about being in debt.

Although I haven't even started to write the journal, I have borrowed my name from others and plan to write it together every day.

Ming Chi decided to write the first diary today. After he wrote the IOU unilaterally, he had already started to conceive the content, and then he remembered that he forgot to ask the black-hearted creditor: "Can you lend it?"

"Here." Ming Weiting was dumbfounded, "I will use it all."

Mr. Shadow, Lucky Fan, Mr. Ming, Mingwei Pavilion.

Recently, Mingchi likes to use the fox as an analogy to him, so let's add Mr. Fox.

You can also add "Apprentices who haven't learned to make bread until now" and "Wanghai Villa Special Line Tour Bus".

Ming Weiting spread out his palms, specially asked him where to sign, and learned Ming Chi to sign his name seriously.

Now Mingchi is finally completely relieved and satisfied. He propped himself up on the edge of the bed to wash up, probably because he was in a particularly good mood. His right leg, which was usually slightly lame without using a cane, went very smoothly today.

Mingchi hummed a song to wash himself clean, the inspiration was too much, and he took out the pencil he carried with him and quickly wrote a melody on the toilet paper.

It took a little more time to scrutinize the direction of the melody, and by the time he was finally willing to come out of the bathroom, Ming Weiting had already fallen asleep by the head of the bed.

Mingchi immediately stopped humming, walked over quietly, turned on the ambient light by the bed, closed the floor-to-ceiling windows on the terrace, and carefully pulled the curtains, leaving a small gap.

After doing this, he went back to the bed.

Ming Weiting is not only learning to make bread and taking care of him these days, but also using the computer to handle the work, which should be the follow-up to the shipwreck mentioned earlier.

…

Of course, these things are not too difficult for Mr. But if you add the inexplicable troubles of the past few days, and the thoughts and thoughts that were not fully explained to him until tonight, the quality of sleep will probably not be particularly good.

Mingchi picked up the computer he had put on his lap, moved it lightly, and moved it to the bedside table next to him.

Mingchi himself took the seat of the computer, looked at it carefully for a while, confirmed that Mr. Shadow's breathing was still steady, and quietly reached out and hugged Ming Weiting's shoulder.

He gently touched Mr. Shadow's forehead with his forehead.

"Wait for me." Ming Chi whispered, "It will be soon."

It doesn't seem to be Mr. Shadow's problem, it's that he did accidentally stay in the bathroom for too long.

Ming Chi looked at the sky exposed in the gap.

He did stay in the bathroom for a long time, until the moon outside the window had already gone for more than half of it, and the dark sky began to turn dark blue in one corner, and the edge of the dawn faintly shone.

It's summer and it's very early dawn, it's common sense.

It is common sense that tides come and go, rising and falling twice a day.

When the night is over, the sky will definitely be bright, and the moon will definitely come out when it is late. These things don't change randomly based on what happened that day, what the weather was like, whether there was a rainbow or fog.

"So sir, the ship will definitely be in port."

Mingchi's voice was super light: "I will definitely come back."

"Wait until the time." Ming Chi said, "The sun rises and the moon sets, we have lived our whole life."