They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes - Chapter 49

That night, Luo Chi never dreamed again.

He hadn’t slept so comfortably in a long time, and almost as soon as he closed his eyes, his consciousness immediately slipped into the gentlest tide.

The renovated bedrooms are just as good as they used to be.

There are a lot of flowers and plants on the terrace, so when the sea breeze blows in, it will have a very fresh smell of plants and trees.

When he slept until midnight, Luo Chi smelled the cool dampness of the rain brought by the wind. Unsurprisingly, when he woke up the next morning, the dark clouds rolled low and the window was covered by a rain curtain that covered the sky and the ground.

The curtains in the room were half opened, and the lights were not turned on.

It was raining too much outside, and the skylight that fell through the window glass was dim, making every arrangement in the room faintly appear as if it was isolated from the world.

The rain splashed against the large panes of clear glass, and the distant sound of thunder and wind could be heard through the windows.

…

It’s the kind of weather that is so obvious that you’ll be sorry for the overall atmosphere if you don’t take a nap.

Regardless of others, Luo Chi is at least worthy of the weather.

He actually tried hard to open his eyes and say good morning to Mr. Shadow, but he was too tired.

Last night, I was always thinking about being the captain, and I was able to wake up from the drowsiness. Afterwards, my mind was completely settled, and when I lay down again, I completely lost the strength to think about anything.

He vaguely felt that someone was coming to check on his body, someone was walking around beside him, talking in a low voice… and someone was greedy for him with peach candy.

Luo Chi opened his eyes little by little, and sure enough, he saw a familiar figure beside the bed.

Ming Weiting didn’t seem to expect that he would really wake up, and the hand holding the sugar paused for a while, then calmly touched Luo Chi’s lips, and then withdrew it.

Luo Chi couldn’t believe it, his eyes opened wider.

“Good morning.” Ming Weiting’s voice seemed to be relieved, “Huo Miao.”

Luo Chi regretted for half a second for the sugar that flew away from his mouth, and wanted to say good morning, but he suddenly coughed, and his throat suddenly ached.

Only then did he realize that his body was weak and soft, his forehead and throat were faintly hot, his body seemed to be a little cold, and he had no strength in his hands and feet.

“I had a low-grade fever this morning, so I asked Xun Zhen to send someone to come and see it.”

Ming Weiting touched Luo Chi’s hair and explained to him: “Emotional influence, it doesn’t matter when you wake up.”

Luo Chi blinked, nodded lightly, and insisted on saying “good morning” with his mouth.

Ming Weiting looked into his eyes, confirmed that the focus inside was still clear, and answered again seriously.

Intracranial tumors are always more difficult in the morning than at other times. A few days ago, Luo Chi always woke up with pain in the early morning. After modifying the treatment plan several times, the situation improved slightly, but it could not cure the root cause.

After re-examination, the drug control was very good, and there was no obvious change in the space occupation. Just affected by the intracranial pressure, Luo Chi’s field of vision is usually blurred when he wakes up, and he can only see some outlines vaguely.

Xun Zhen adjusted and re-prescribed the medicine, and now it seems to be effective. Considering that Luo Chi’s body recuperation is progressing quickly, he also began to prepare for the operation.

Ming Weiting changed the antipyretic paste for Luo Chi, found a space and sat beside the bed.

He has personally taken care of Luo Chi these days, and practice makes perfect. While taking off the pillow, he put one hand behind Luo Chi’s head and neck, slowly picked up the person, and let Luo Chi lean on him.

Luo Chi was not dizzy at all because of the change in body position. He didn’t have high requirements for his physical condition at all, he felt completely satisfied without being dizzy, and his eyes lit up in surprise.

Ming Weiting held Luo Chi firmly, took a cup of warm water, and pressed it against his lips: “What are you happy about?”

Luo Chi drank water in small sips, and his wet throat felt comfortable. Even if he was a little flustered and short of breath, he didn’t cough anymore because he said two words.

Before that, Luo Chi had only been fully awake a few times occasionally, thinking that he had broken his leg and was recovering from the injury at Wanghai Villa.

Now that he almost remembered the cause and effect, Luo Chi recalled his situation in the hotel that day, and compared with his current physical condition, he was obviously much stronger than before.

Luo Chi was almost a little swayed, and he calmed down and asked in a low voice: “Why am I so much better?”

Ming Weiting looked at his pale brows with cold sweat, but did not open his mouth. When Luo Chi had drunk enough water and no longer wanted it, he touched Luo Chi’s forehead with the wall of the cup.

The glass felt slightly cold, and Luo Chi was emitting a low fever again, and shivered unconsciously.

“Not a lot.” Ming Weiting said, “I still have to work hard.”

Luo Chi nodded in cooperation: “Work hard.”

Ming Weiting wanted to make some more suggestions. Seeing that Luo Chi was in such a good mood, he finally showed a faint smile and raised his hand to rub his hair.

Because sooner or later, he had to explain Aunt Ren’s affairs to Luo Chi, Ming Weiting had already approached Xun Zhen specifically to confirm Luo Chi’s physical condition. Although Luo Chi’s mood fluctuated wildly last night, he had already taken the corresponding drugs in advance, so there was no danger.

Ming Weiting accompanies him to rest until midnight, and when he realizes that it is starting to rain, he gets up and closes the window. No matter how weak Luo Chi’s body is, it stands to reason that he will not suddenly catch a cold in those few minutes.

This morning, Ming Weiting got up on time. He habitually checked Luo Chi’s body temperature and found that it was wrong. He tried to pat Luo Chi on the shoulder again, and found that he couldn’t wake up no matter what.

Xun Zhen hurriedly brought people over, but fortunately the problem was not serious, it was just an ordinary fever. The reason he couldn’t wake up was because Luo Chi was too tired, and as soon as he relaxed, he fell into a deep sleep.

…

Ming Weiting put down the water glass in his hand and looked at Luo Chi, who was leaning on his shoulder and barely sitting still.

Luo Chi was very energetic last night. When he woke up this morning, although he still had a fever and felt uncomfortable, he still looked very energetic.

It’s hard to connect people. Luo Chi, who is in the middle of these two states, will be so tired that he will fall into a quiet and drowsy sleep without moving under the quilt.

Luo Chi was picked up by him, and he only broke out in a cold sweat silently from the severe headache that had a fixed attack in the early morning. Other than that, he couldn’t find any reaction.

…

How tired does a person have to be, after finally relaxing and falling asleep, he can’t even wake up in pain.

Ming Weiting lowered his head and looked at Luo Chi’s expression carefully.

Luo Chi leaned on his shoulder, supported his body with one hand and tried his best to sit still, and was seriously looking at the whole room.

Luo Chi looked very focused.

There were so many facts that happened last night that Luo Chi finally had time to take a closer look at the arrangement in the room.

His eyes would stop for a while on every detail, and he pursed the corner of his mouth lightly, and a little extra soft light floated in his eyes.

When he was at Wanghai Villa, Luo Chi didn’t actually live here often.

Luo Chi was more used to living in the hut in front of the garden.

When Aunt Ren was there, Luo Chi would often be dragged to the main house by Aunt Ren, put it into the bedroom to sleep on the very comfortable big bed, and go to the terrace to pick a painting when the sun was just right.

Later, when Aunt Ren was gone, Luo Chi’s name was not right when he lived in Wanghai again—it was fine in winter, and most of Ren’s family would not come to the cold seaside in winter. When summer is just the right time for vacation, many people come.

The room Ren Shuangmei left for Luo Chi was the best. The Ren family’s children were ignorant and would always rush to live there… Later, Luo Chi gradually moved everything to that hut. Later, they all moved to their own car.

Luo Chi didn’t think about this, he just looked at every corner of the room with complete seriousness and concentration, and searched for the corresponding memory in each place.

Luo Chi told Ming Weiting with great interest that he had painted many sea surfaces on the terrace, there were sunrises and sunsets, there were clear skies and continuous rains.

Occasionally there will be concerts by the sea. This perspective on the terrace is very suitable. You can watch many people live together without buying tickets at all.

The carpet in the room is very thick. It was originally for him to support his legs. Later, when his legs are healed, he still likes to lie on the carpet and read a book or be in a daze.

“My favorite is this rainy day.”

Luo Chi told him in detail: “Do something in the room, or do nothing… You can watch the rain all day.”

Mingweiting listened attentively throughout the whole process, and when he heard this, he suddenly asked, “Why can I watch the rain all day?”

This question was somewhat unexpected, Luo Chi lightly blinked and looked out the window.

… He doesn’t know, he just thinks it’s safe.

Peace and comfort for no reason.

Lying in front of the window, watching the rain outside mist the sea. The windows kept the rain out, and even the cold had to be close to the glass to be touched.

The wind and rain are blocked by doors and windows, and only the sleepy warmth is left in the house.

This kind of peace alone is too much like a home.

Ming Weiting raised his hand and gently stroked Luo Chi’s hair.

Luo Chi liked this touch very much, and bent his eyes. He still had a low-grade fever, and his energy was actually low. After speaking, he felt tired again, and stopped to adjust his breathing.

Because of the medication for his condition, Luo Chi’s appetite was very bad in the morning, and he would only vomit whatever he ate. Wait at least an hour or two before going to breakfast.

Ming Weiting waited for his complexion to improve a little, then took the piece of candy that he had taken away before and touched it on his lips.

Luo Chi immediately opened his eyes and quickly took the peach-flavored hard candy from his fingers.

Ming Weiting didn’t expect his reaction to be so quick. Looking at Luo Chi’s cheeks that were bulging slightly because of the sugar, he nodded, “Squirrel.”

With peach-flavored candy, Luo Chi didn’t mind being a squirrel at all. He took the piece of candy contentedly, letting the aroma of the peach spread in his mouth, and adjusted the position of the hard candy, suppressing the bitterness that was brewed by the medicine everywhere.

“Mr. Shadow.” Luo Chi ate the candy, and suddenly remembered another thing, “You’re not in the mood, is it because it’s raining today?”

Ming Weiting was stunned: “I have no energy?”

He didn’t care about the changes in the weather, and he didn’t feel that he was any different from usual. He was about to shake his head, but realized that he did not seem to be happy.

…

If it was normal, when he saw that Luo Chi was so happy because he ate the candy, he would probably not be able to help himself to find the candy that Luo Chi liked, and deliberately took it away so that Luo Chi could reach for it.

This was originally a rehabilitation for hand strength and accuracy, but after the two people involved in the rehabilitation discovered the fun in it at the same time, it became a reserved game like a hammock.

Find the difference, and then trace back to the source, it is not difficult to find the crux.

It had little to do with the weather, and he was a little irritable because when Xun Zhen came, he mentioned a little about the family.

Luo Chengxiu fell ill again, and his physical condition was worse than before. But he had nightmares all night long, and people became more and more irritable, either yelling or smashing things, and sometimes even hurting people.

Nurses just take money to do things, and they can’t stand this kind of torture. When Xun Zhen came, no one was willing to take charge of that ward anymore.

As for that Mrs. Luo… the difficulty of curing her was even lower than Xun Zhen thought.

Xun Zhen just because Mrs. Luo had a record of hurting people when she was excited, she was sent to the special care ward, and she was allowed to live with those patients for a week, and Mrs. Luo recovered.

She is very awake now, and the hospital is not suitable for her. Mrs. Luo wanted to find Jian Huaiyi, but Jian Huaiyi was being investigated for suspected commercial crimes. Luo Chengxiu and Luo Jun couldn’t take care of themselves, and they didn’t know who gave her the news. Mother Luo went all the way to Gong Hanrou’s crew and found Luo Cheng.

As for how many absurd things happened to the mother and daughter later, and how they broke apart and never died… Ming Weiting didn’t listen carefully.

The reason why he doesn’t like rainy days is because he learned from Xun Zhen that every time Luo Chengxiu wakes up from a nightmare, he repeats the same thing over and over again.

That night, Luo Chengxiu met Luo Zhi at Wanghai Villa.

Luo Zhi stood by the window of that hut.

It has not been repaired and maintained for a long time. In the corner that finally belongs to Luo Zhi, everything under the dust has long been occupied by large areas of mold and termite nests.

Luo Chengxiu said that that day Luo Zhi was standing at the window, soaked by the rain, and no one would care.

…

Luo Chi originally liked rainy days so much, and liked to lie in front of the window and watch the rain.

Luo Chi likes rain, likes windows to keep rain and cold air out, and likes that wind and rain are blocked by strong doors and windows.

When it rains, Luo Chi likes to pretend to be a home alone, leaving the peace in a warm room.

Ming Weiting didn’t want to tell Luo Chi these things.

He just still thinks… If he was lucky enough at that time, he could stop Luo Chi before he left the hotel.

If he was lucky enough, Luo Chi would not have been taken away at that time and taken to the ruined Wanghai Villa.

Before Luo Chi woke up, Ming Weiting had been thinking about this.

After Luo Chi woke up, Ming Weiting found that his thoughts had changed again.

Luo Chi no longer thinks about the unhappy things in the past, so he shouldn’t think about it anymore.

…

He just couldn’t help but want to reach out, want to hug Luo Chi, and want Luo Chi to lean on him whenever he feels tired.

Luo Chi leaned against him, still studying his eyes carefully.

Luo Chi has thought about it carefully and found the most probable guess: “It’s raining today, so I can’t go to the beach in the afternoon?”

Ming Weiting’s raised arm paused.

Luo Chi touched his eyes: “Lucky fans?”

“Lucky fans.” Ming Weiting whispered, “There are two unlucky things now.”

Luo Chi was intrigued by his words, opened his eyes slightly, bent over with one hand on his body, and met his gaze from bottom to top.

Ming Weiting met those eyes, he calmed down and was about to speak, but Luo Chi suddenly pulled his shirt twice.

Mingweiting followed Luo Chi’s line of sight and saw the repaired guitar.

There was a smile in Luo Chi’s eyes.

Not the carefree Luo Chi. Luo Chi had traveled too far alone, with bloodstains that had just been stabbed out of the old sores from the past, but his eyes were still clean, revealing a bright smile.

Luo Chi slowly pulled his shirt one after another and asked him for his own guitar.

“It’s fine at home too.”

Luo Chi said: “When it rains, you should sleep at home.”

Luo Chi took the guitar from his hand and held it in his arms: “Do the lucky fans want to sleep?”

Ming Weiting wanted to shake his head, but he just looked at Luo Chi for some reason.

Luo Chi’s left hand was not affected too much. With the training of his right hand these days, although he could support it for a short time, he could rely on his skills to find the right place.

Of course those notes are not music at all.

Luo Chi was not in a hurry, just held the guitar and leaned against Ming Weiting.

He buried his head and focused on practicing without any rush. I don’t know how long it took, and gradually two sounds were successfully connected together, and then another one was connected.

Ming Weiting watched him pop up “Two Tigers” intermittently, and suddenly felt that his heart suddenly became wider.

He looked at Luo Chi with sweat on his forehead, pursed his lips and looked at his Luo Chi, and couldn’t help but smile, raised his hand to touch his earlobe: “Fire—”

“Now.” Luo Chi suddenly became serious, “Please enjoy.”

Ming Weiting was slightly startled.

He watched Luo Chi sitting upright with his body propped up, watching Luo Chi holding the guitar, playing with his eyes down with the skills he had just learned.

It’s a very soft song… It’s very popular, too many people have listened to it to fall asleep and become peaceful in the soft tune.

The moon is bright, the wind is quiet.

Luo Chi’s current technique is of course not skillful, but the notes are connected smoothly, like the wind that suddenly jumped in from the window with the moon.

The lucky fan looked at Luo Chi, and he suddenly remembered that he had just asked Luo Chi why he could watch the rain all day.

Luo Chi didn’t know either, Luo Chi said, he just thought it would be very stable.

Peace and comfort for no reason.

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Ming Weiting thought.

He could watch Luo Chi all day long.