MTL - They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes-Chapter 79 letter

The little gentleman did not take the next step and stood calmly in place.

…

The little gentleman was cooked calmly.

Night dew condensed on the reef fell into the sea. When the moonlight stirred, the seabirds woke up from their sleep and fluttered across the beach.

Ming Weiting still looked at him.

His gaze fell into Ming Chi's eyes. Ripples rippled there, layer by layer, like a piece of music that Ming Chi played against him alone.

Ming Weiting suddenly said, "Not good."

Ming Chi came back to his senses, and he was wondering if he had made the wind hot: "What's wrong?"

"The fireworks should not be postponed." Ming Weiting said, "The atmosphere at this time is very suitable."

He and Mingchi made an agreement to go out to work and come back, and then hug each other to chase the fireworks in the sea. But it was too late today, Ming Chi was having too much fun, and he really didn't have much energy left.

…

Taking into account safety and other factors, Mr. Ming temporarily postponed the incident for two days.

Minglu stood not far or near looking at the scenery, not knowing what to think, he suddenly coughed.

Ming Chi also coughed. Looking at Mr. Ming who was quite serious and introspective, he couldn't help but lowered his voice and joined the discussion: "What is the right thing to do?"

Ming Weiting shook his head, he didn't know: "Uncle Lu won't say it."

He's just looking into Mingchi's eyes—of course he's always looking into Mingchi's eyes. Most of the time in the past, it was for Mingchi to see his mouth shape clearly, to establish a clear sense of communication, and to find out the subtle changes in Mingchi's physical and emotional state.

Later it became a habit. He always wanted to look into those eyes, and when he saw the smile in it, he would feel relieved, and he would also want to be happy together.

And when they came to shore, in the midst of a crowd.

Mingwei Pavilion is not suitable for crowds, and has always had no tendency to lively. I thought that it would be somewhat uncomfortable after disembarking. But after staying on the beach for a long time, I realized that it was difficult to notice the surrounding situations.

He didn't notice how many people, how noisy, or the difference between land and cruise ships.

He stood in the commotion and looked at Ming Chi, and found that Ming Chi was just looking over.

…Even Mr. Ming is well aware that at times like these, the Star Chasing Guide and the skills of making friends are useless.

But the experienced manager of the Ming family went too far. He refused to easily reveal the experience that his father had summed up at the beginning. He also told the husband that he had to study this part by himself.

The accused chief of the Ming family didn't care, and when the husband could not see, he smiled and gestured to the little gentleman.

Mingchi blinked his eyes, immediately understood, and hid his smile: "Is this too much?"

"Yes." Mr. Ming continued to complain, "I want to find out for myself."

Mingchi was still burning quite calmly. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand: "Yes."

Ming Weiting was a little puzzled, and his eyes showed a question.

"Okay." Mr. Ming Xiao bent down generously, "Please explore."

Ming Weiting was stunned, but before he could return to his senses, his hand had already been picked up and pulled over.

"It's hot here." Mingchi held Mr. Shadow's hand, put those fingers on his ears, and introduced him to him, "It's also down here, all the way here."

He directed Mr. Shadow's hand to his left ear: "There is no tinnitus here. When wearing a hearing aid, I can hear very clearly and can hear everything Mr. Shadow said."

"There is no problem with my vision, and the results of the re-examination have recovered very well." Mingchi touched his eyes lightly with his hand and landed on his temples again. "The headache is gone."

Mingchi introduced it all the way to the collar, and then came to the chest through the shirt: "It's jumping here, it's very fast." He held that hand and tapped his heart through his chest, "I guess it's the same as Mr. Shadow. very familiar."

"I read the letter, and to be honest, it's a bit confusing. It's hard to fully speculate what state I was in when I wrote the letter."

Mingchi had a headache: "I wrote thirteen."

...but it may now be possible to speculate.

After all, some hearts are not only beating vigorously in their chests, constantly hitting their rib cage to greet each other cordially, but also diligently helping him increase the "ah" to thirty-six in one go.

Ming Chi pursed the corners of his mouth. He raised his eyes, if he was not leading the other party to explore himself, he almost wanted to reach out and touch Mr. Shadow's eyes.

"This is the client's shoulder. It's a little sore. When I get back to the cruise, I want to take a dip in the bathtub. The bathtub of the cruise ship has a massage function. I want to go back to the cruise ship with Mr. Shadow because of this."

"This is the client's arm. It is estimated that it will not be able to lift it tomorrow, so I want to eat without chopsticks for breakfast tomorrow. In fact, I am hungry now, and I want to pull Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu for supper. I have practiced a few new flavors these days. dishes."

"This is the client's hand. I have painted these days and are going to show it to Mr. Shadow. Today I played the guitar and played all the songs I wrote these days for Mr. Shadow to listen to."

Mingchi finally put his hand back into his own and held it together: "It's very comfortable, so I'm going to keep holding it like this."

"This is the party. He is holding hands and waiting to go home together."

Ming Chi raised his head hotly and finished the report: "Sir, have you figured it out?"

…

Manager Ming coughed and exited the stage vigorously with a smile on his face. After a few steps, the night quickly disappeared, and he called someone to put down the gangway of the cruise ship.

Ming Weiting still looked at Ming Chi.

He didn't speak for so long that Ming Chi couldn't help raising his hand and shaking it in front of him: "Mr. Shadow?"

Mingchi looked down at himself, a little curious: "What are you looking at?"

"Fireworks." Ming Weiting said, "Uncle Lu is right."

There should be no guides, tips and tutorials for this kind of thing, no reference to what my father left behind.

These make one feel a little more assured, less overwhelmed, and restless, but also counteract the intense, fireworks-like feeling that hits each unexpected moment later.

Mingchi raised his head and saw that Mr. Shadow suddenly laughed.

Ming Weiting looked down at him, his eyes were full of smiles and his shadow.

Ming Chi couldn't help but bend his eyes. His hands were really tired, but before he could use all his strength to fall down, he was already picked up.

"It's very clear." Ming Weiting took him into his arms.

He didn't often hold Ming Chi like this, his arms wrapped around the whole person, his chin lightly pressed against the top of his hair, and his chest trembled slightly when he spoke: "A small part, very clear."

Mingchi thought that he had already introduced it in great detail, and was a little surprised: "There's still so much to say?"

"A lot, it takes a long time to talk about." Ming Weiting said, "It will take a long time to understand."

quite a long time.

Maybe the time to write 20,000 things.

…

On the pier, Minglu asked someone to put the gangway down, and it didn't take long for the little gentleman who was brought back by his husband.

The manager of the Ming family waved his hand with a smile, but did not let the health manager on board come to adjust the husband's sleep problems. He was not in a hurry to get into the cabin, he watched the scenery on the deck for a while, and was pulled in by the tempting cabbage for supper.

The cruise ship is moored in the port, the sea is calm.

The moon has come to the other side, and the darker sky is like a fine flannel, and the stars are especially bright.

The supper under the lights is hot and fragrant. Mingchi learned how to make fruit wine at a party on the beach. The clear ice cubes fell into the glass, ding ding dong dong, and a layer of cold water quickly condensed outside the glass.

Mingchi made the drink and was surrounded by Mr. Shadow and sat down, asking him to tell what happened on the beach.

This fire doesn't seem to have a clear enough understanding of "how cool he is", but those perspectives are also interesting, and people can't help but wonder about the world in his eyes.

Mingchi told them about the changes in their friends, and said that everyone seemed to have become more mature and stable, and the professional level of those artists was better than before.

Mingchi said that he saw a pair of old gentlemen and grandmothers, with white hair, very fashionable and fashionable, and their vitality was not inferior to that of young people.

He also saw a small group of surfing enthusiasts, all young people. Probably planning to stay in a nearby hotel after dark, not in a hurry, and discussing skills in the shallows by the light, from time to time will make quite amazing movements.

There are a lot of interesting people on the beach and there are fun things to do. When he saw two seabirds fighting over a fish, they were furious. He turned around and angered the passers-by about the fries they had just bought. There are also water-spraying clams and crabs hidden in two sand holes not far away, one is responsible for shocking tourists who have never seen the sea, and the other is responsible for pinching people's toes.

And a pretty cool lady.

She is the mother of a ten-year-old boy, wearing sunglasses and biting a lollipop. She happily builds sand and plays with water with her son. Attracted by the sound of music, the two fly over and squeeze to the front row to squat and listen.

"Be so cool!" The cheers and applause were too high, and in the sound waves one after another, the mother pulled her son and shouted, "When you grow up, you must be so cool! Show it to mother!"

The boy was happy when he was with his mother, and he was still nervous when he saw a stranger. Holding the guitar newly bought by my mother, with the constant encouragement of several young guitarists, I finally got up the courage and ran to find Ming Chi's autograph.

Here's to the musical instrument store on the beach—it's a few years old. The boss has worked here for more than ten years, but he refuses to go because he likes the sea.

The boss sells musical instruments and works half-time, and provides resident singing and temporary bands to nearby bars. The business has always been tepid and tepid. The last time the guitar was sold out of stock was back ten years ago.

This time, not only did the guitars sell out in an instant, because there were other musical instruments playing in ensembles, and several other musical instruments were also selling so hot that even two electronic keyboards were taken away.

The boss was so happy that he found Ming Chi, gave him the best set of strings, and invited him to come to the beach more often, preferably once a year.

Mingchi's trench coat pockets were stuffed with a lot of things. He rummaged inside for a long time, found the set of strings, and thought of the little boy again: "Ask him what he wants to write, and he said he wants to grow up quickly."

Ming Weiting picked up the glass and gently touched his forehead.

Mingchi regained his senses, raised his eyes and smiled, seeing the extra straw in front of him, he took two big mouthfuls.

Fruit juice mixed with wine will not taste the wine at all. The taste of fruit wine is cold and sweet. If you drink a few more sips, you will feel a particularly relaxed dizziness.

Ming Weiting asked softly, "What did mom say?"

"Say no hurry." Ming Chi repeated with a smile, imitating the tone in his memory, "What's the hurry, no hurry, grow up slowly."

"Grow up when you're having fun, and grow up when you're ready."

Ming Chi said: "It's a long life."

Ming Weiting stroked his hair.

Mingchi digested the intertwined memories and emotions by himself, took a deep breath and exhaled, full of blood and resurrected. When he was about to stand up, he suddenly swayed and sat back a little dazedly.

Ming Chi thought for a while, and remembered that the very cool lady didn't actually say that.

Madam patted her son's head, laughed and shouted to grow up quickly, when your mother can easily go out and travel around the world, you won't be able to find it in the shadow city.

The people around were laughing with kindness. The boy held the guitar and lowered his head with a flushed face, and the corners of his mouth were raised high.

…

Mingchi sat up straight with his arms supported, looked at the table, and studied it for a minute: "Mr. Shadow."

"I'm done drinking." Mingchi judged calmly, "What you just drank is yours."

He knew the amount of alcohol he had, and made a distinction when he distributed it. At the suggestion of Uncle Lu, he quietly added a double serving of the base wine to Mr. Shadow's glass.

Mingweiting let Mingchi lean on his shoulders, and helped him sit up with his head and neck closed: "It's your straw."

Mingchi's logic was clear and nodded: "So I didn't find it."

No wonder.

He was still thinking just now, how did his words suddenly become so much.

Ming Chi thought for a while, then raised his head and found that Mr. Shadow was still looking at him, so he raised his hand to touch those eyes lightly: "What's wrong?"

Ming Weiting put one hand on his shoulder and lowered his head slightly to make it easier for him to touch: "The exploration is over."

"Mr. Xiao's alcohol intake is not high, but the wine is very good." Ming Weiting reported to him the conclusion, "The difference between being drunk and usual is very small, and he will like to chat a little more than usual."

Mingchi's eyes widened slightly, he fell into the first three words and sat warmly for a long time, and continued to think for a while: "Just a little?"

It was easy for him to want to talk when he touched the wine. Thinking of the past, he couldn't help but lower his head and laugh: "Auntie said that I am a small talker."

Mingchi's wine is indeed very good. He won't make trouble or break. The more he drinks, the clearer the thinking in his brain, but the control over his body will be weakened, so he will always speak uncontrollably.

Huaisheng Entertainment's friends know this better, after all Mingchi mostly drinks with them. The general manager Dingtian only has three cans of beer, and if he has more, he will fall asleep. So when they want to hear stories or listen to songs, they fill the general manager with two and a quarter cans, and then a group of people chat from night to dawn.

"Indeed." Mingchi recalled the situation for a while, and then judged by himself, "I just received a gift in those days, so I'm so happy."

His resistance to alcohol has also improved in adulthood, and he will not faint at a single sip. Although I can't help but talk all the time, I can basically judge what I am saying and whether it is necessary to stop and say no more.

But when he was a child, he couldn't do so much for the time being - after being invited by his aunt with a curious attitude and tasting a few new wines from the manor, he squatted beside his aunt for a minute. Talked about it all night.

When he woke up the next morning, he was quite confused and puzzled by his completely hoarse voice.

"What gift?" Ming Weiting asked.

Mingchi blinked slightly, he thought for a while, then smiled and shook his head: "Secret."

Although it is said to be confidential, the picture in the memory is still getting clearer and clearer, so clear that it completely occupies the whole mind.

Mingchi looked at the drawing board and sketch paper that appeared in front of him at an unknown time, then looked at the pen in his hand, and tried to draw two strokes on it. The remaining lines seemed to come out from the tip of the pen.

Mingchi began to explain his gift, and he thought that he could actually leave it alone. He can handle this matter by himself, face and digest it by himself.

But it doesn't seem to matter.

Because this matter has been completely handled, faced and digested by him.

"We made a lot of modifications to the car, added a fresh air system, made new paint, and replaced the color-changing glass..."

Mingchi stopped and thought about it, and then added: "It's all legal. I went to the DMV to make a report, and I can go on the road. I've always passed the annual inspection."

Ming Weiting rubbed the back of his head, Ming Chi felt very comfortable, so he also raised his hand to touch the back of Mr. Shadow's head and smiled: "It's all right."

He was taken home by his aunt to take care of him for three years, and he spent three whole months with his aunt at Wanghai Villa because of a leg injury. He also got the best and coolest car.

He was knocked down by a few sips of wine, and talked to his aunt all night about where he was going to take his aunt to play while he was growing up.

For this purpose, he downloaded a lot of maps from the Internet, and checked the self-driving routes and scenic roads above. He memorized them all, because he was too familiar with them, so he could talk about them quite smoothly when he was drunk, and he didn't even need to stop and think.

... The next morning, my aunt folded her arms with dark circles under her eyes, stared at him drinking Sydney soup made with fat sea, and nodded his head and called him a small talker.

But when he returned to the room after drinking the soup for his throat, he saw a super-large map - little red flags were planted on the places he said, and those routes were not bad, and they were all drawn with golden paint pens.

He was stunned for about ten seconds, then turned around and rushed out of the room.

He rushed out, just in time to see his aunt, who couldn't hold back his head, and was lifted up and turned around several times.

The two of them went to the car together and sat majestically, and the aunt held his hand and honked the horn.

"No hurry, what's the hurry." Auntie touched his head, "Slow down, have fun and grow up."

Auntie hugged him, pressed against his ear, and whispered to him, "It's a long life."

…these are all very good things.

There were such definite good things in his life that he had no doubts about them that made him feel lucky and happy even when he looked back on them years later.

"My aunt gave me the car to make me happy."

Mingchi finished painting the last stroke, he held the painting in his arms for a while, and came to the conclusion: "If I am sad because of this, my aunt will definitely regret it very much, slap her legs and shout hi, it's a mistake."

"Hey, what a mistake." Mingchi slapped his leg on the lap, raised his head, and followed his aunt's tone, "I would have sent a plane if I knew it earlier."

Ming Weiting was dumbfounded, raised his hand and touched his eyelashes lightly: "How come you have become so powerful."

Ming Chi's eyelashes are dry, his eyes are curved, the light inside is clear and soft, and he continues to raise his head with the momentum just now: "That's it."

Ming Weiting looked at him, and was attracted to smile by his arrogant posture, exchanged glances with Uncle Lu, and applauded Mr. Ming Xiao together.

Ming Chi tried his best to cooperate and held on for three seconds, but he couldn't continue. He couldn't help coughing and laughing. He went red all the way from his ears into his collar, and got up on the edge of the table and quickly evacuated to the bathroom.

…

Mr. Ming, who did not need sleep therapy, went to wash up properly, returned to the bedroom, and waited for another hour.

Mr. Ming was already familiar with this situation. He put down the computer, got up and went to Mingchi's bathroom, and knocked on the door twice.

In the field of artistic creation, everyone's inspiration is different. Some people are used to the balcony in the early morning, while others are used to the street in the evening. Going back a long time, there is also the saying of "right away, on the toilet, and on the pillow".

But Ming Chi's main source of inspiration is the bathroom in the late night and early morning. The most moving melody is written on a small half-roll of toilet paper that is scattered.

Mingweiting waited for a while, and when he heard Mingchi's response, he opened the door and went in: "Sir, it's time to sleep."

He discovered this title tonight and felt that it was very suitable to pronounce, so he always looked for opportunities to call it Mingchi. After waiting for a while to pass through the fog, when he walked over, he found that Ming Chi's face was still very red.

Ming Weiting raised his hand and touched Mingchi's forehead: "Did it soak for too long?"

Ming Chi shook his head hotly, and fastened the strap of the bathrobe: "I was thinking about the design of the invitation letter, and I thought too much."

The envelopes that Uncle Lu handed him were standard, and they were invitation letters from the cruise company to the selected tourists. If the other party is willing to accept, they will receive a formal reply letter that can be used to board the ship.

"No hurry." Ming Weiting asked him to sit down, took the hairdryer, and helped him dry his hair, "This invitation is not just about inviting friends to board the boat, so it should be designed more carefully."

Mingchi wanted to take the hair dryer, but his whole body seemed to be completely scalded by hot water, and he didn't even want to move his fingers.

He simply leaned against Mr. Shadow's arm, handed over his hair completely to the hand that was drawn by the force and softly, and asked softly, "What else?"

"I don't know." Ming Weiting didn't come up with any other answers. He just wanted to go with Mingchi to see Mingchi's friends. After pondering for a while, he gave a suggestion, "Is the dinner convenient?"

Ming Chi rolled his eyes and raised his head.

Mingweiting also felt that this proposal was a bit abrupt. When the hair on the palm of his hand was dry, he turned off the hairdryer and put it aside: "If—"

"Convenient." Ming Chi smiled, "I'm thinking about how to sign."

Ming Weiting hadn't thought about this, he touched Mingchi's warm and soft hair, squatted down, and raised his head to meet Mingchi's gaze.

Mingchi squatted down with him, hugged his knees, and touched Mr. Shadow's forehead: "I want to give my aunt the first invitation letter."

Ming Weiting wrapped his head around his neck and said softly, "Of course."

"Before I leave, I want to go to the cemetery."

Mingchi said, "I think there's a mailbox there."

He began to believe that his aunt wasn't really trapped in that cold tomb—but it should have been a letterbox, and all the letters he had burned there to his aunt should have been sent.

Auntie received the letter, so she came back to find him in her dream. Come to check if he has grown into a particularly powerful adult as promised.

"Let's go together." Ming Weiting pondered for a while, "Is it suitable for tomorrow night?"

Ming Chi pursed the corners of his mouth and nodded.

"Okay." Ming Weiting said, "I'll get my hair done at dawn."

Mingchi's eyes widened, he now fully believes that Mr. Shadow can tell jokes too, he couldn't help laughing: "No, he's very handsome now."

Ming Chi was held by Ming Wei Ting and stood up.

That hand knew exactly how much strength he could exert now, and walked slowly back to the bedroom with him, fell comfortably on the bed with him, and didn't want to move at all with him.

Ming Chi closed his eyes. He slipped into the dream almost at once, and in the dream, he completed the invitation letter in one go, and quietly stuffed it into his aunt's mailbox together with the small note.

"Auntie." The words on the small note are clear and handsome, "I go to see the world with the people I like."

"I'm going home after surfing. My home is on a cruise now. When we go somewhere else, I'll change the address."

He wrote on a small note: "Auntie, come to see me and my husband."