They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes - Chapter 55

If it was a dream, this day must be the best part of the dream.

Although the rain seemed to be falling all the time, there was always the wind blowing the clouds away and letting the sunlight leak from here and there.

Although there was only a little cold wind, Luo Chi was carried back to the room by Mr. Shadow, and the hot water was flushed in time. The two sides reached a consensus through negotiation that Luo Chi was over four and a half years old and could wash himself, but he had to sleep with Mr. Shadow at night.

Although I played the guitar for too long yesterday, I really have no strength to lift my right hand today. But the sunset glow reflected on the sea in the evening is so beautiful, no matter how you look at it, you are full of inspiration, just in time to start paying off your debts.

Although Mr. Shadow said there are still many people who like him…

Luo Chi promptly and strictly controlled his mind, and he didn’t ask a word, he believed it without even thinking about it.

He took a hot bath and painted half a picture with his left hand that he was completely dissatisfied with, but Mr. Shadow insisted that it was good-looking. The whole person was trapped in a particularly warm and comfortable sleepiness. rain.

The cold air was tightly blocked by the windows, and the rain formed golden waterlines under the lights.

…

Luo Chi hadn’t touched electronic products for a long time, and he wanted to play for a while before going to bed no matter what. Ming Weiting lent him the computer, and went downstairs to see Xun Zhen, who came back with Ming Lu, and confirmed the time of Luo Chi’s last two re-examinations before the operation.

When he returned to the room with today’s medicine, Luo Chi was still leaning on the head of the bed, staring at the screen intently, typing on the keyboard with one hand.

Mingweiting put down the things in his hand and walked over: “What are you writing?”

The carpet in the room was very thick, and Luo Chi’s hearing was not enough to detect his footsteps, so he didn’t look up until Mingwei Pavilion opened his mouth.

As soon as he saw Mr. Shadow, he was in a good mood, and his eyes immediately rolled up: “Write a letter.”

Ming Weiting didn’t expect this answer, so he walked to the bed and gave him the peach flavored candy he had promised.

He knew that Luo Chi had a habit of keeping notes in memos.

Most of the things that happened these days were happy things, and Luo Chi didn’t actually forget it very much—and even if he forgot, it didn’t matter. If Luo Chi forgot, he happened to take Luo Chi to do it again.

But even so, Luo Chi would whisper a review before going to bed before closing his eyes and sleeping with confidence.

Ming Weiting thought he was writing a diary, so he took the computer that Luo Chi handed over, closed it, and put it by the bedside: “Who do you need to send the letter to?”

Luo Chi smiled and shook his head, hiding the candy under the pillow.

A letter that does not need to be sent means that the recipient is not an outsider. Ming Weiting guessed that he was writing a letter to Aunt Ren, so he didn’t ask any more questions and sat beside the bed: “Huo Miao.”

Luo Chi noticed that he had something to say to himself, blinked his eyes, and turned back with his body supported.

Ming Weiting stretched out his hand to lend him strength, and when Luo Chi sat down slowly, he added a soft pillow behind him.

…

These days, staying with Luo Chi all the time is enough for him to sum up the rules.

Luo Chi’s state is the best when he wakes up in the morning. Although it was inevitable that he had to get through several headaches from time to time, he was still quite energetic, willing to communicate with him, and his thinking was clear enough.

Luo Chi’s body is too weak, and it is very easy to get tired. In fact, this period of time can’t last long. Therefore, it is necessary to provide a buffer in time in the middle and let him rest for a while – Luo Chi will recover after a rest, but it will always be quieter than in the morning. Usually, if he finds something, he can do it all afternoon.

In the evening, Luo Chi’s physical strength and energy were almost completely exhausted, and he was so sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open. He didn’t like to talk, but just liked to laugh.

“Uncle Lu took care of what I said this morning, so you can rest assured.”

Ming Weiting slowed down his speech: “No more innocent people will be involved.”

He didn’t specifically explain what happened this morning, Luo Chi’s eyes really showed some confusion, but then he thought about the memory carefully, and after a while, his expression gradually changed.

Luo Chi turned around, groped under the pillow with his left hand for a while, took out the piece of candy that he had hidden just now, pinched it in the palm of his hand and waited.

Ming Weiting had already cooperated with him proficiently, and reached out to pick it up: “Thank you, Uncle Lu?”

Luo Chi seemed to have been prepared for a long time. Seeing Ming Weiting stretch out his hand, he tapped his left hand on his wrist. He didn’t know where to make a second candy and put it into Ming Weiting’s hand together.

His hand was almost like a little magic trick, and it was obvious that he had dug up some memory. Most of the techniques were learned from Aunt Ren, and he was saving up the candy he had hidden before to scare Mr. Shadow.

Of course, Mr. Shadow was super enthusiastic. He checked two identical candies back and forth for a long time, and raised his hand to touch his ear: “Why is it so powerful.”

Luo Chi’s ears turned red where he touched. Although he doesn’t like to talk at the moment, his expression after being praised is almost the same as that of the day. There is Mr. Shadow.”

Ming Weiting just happened to want to talk to him about this, so he put the candy in his pocket and put it away: “Huo Miao.”

He thought about how he was going to explain this to Luo Chi for a day, but he actually didn’t know the reason, so he had to try to tell Luo Chi truthfully, “I’ll be happier if you don’t thank me.”

“I’m very happy to receive the candy.” Ming Weiting raised his hand and touched Luo Chi’s hair, “I will be happier if I only thank Uncle Lu for not thanking me.”

Luo Chi obviously did not understand the difference at all, and was a little surprised: “Why?”

Ming Weiting was worried that he would ask this, so he shook his head: “I don’t know.”

Before Luo Chi suddenly hugged him this morning and opened his mouth to thank him, Ming Weiting himself didn’t realize it at all.

He just compared the scene in his mind – Luo Chi himself thanked him and Uncle Lu, or he hugged Luo Chi and thanked Uncle Lu together with Luo Chi, obviously the latter met his expectations.

It just isn’t a reason at all. Ming Weiting was about to think about it before talking to him, smiled, and rubbed Luo Chi’s hair again: “But those two sentences this morning are very good.”

Ming Weiting wanted to answer him at that time. He thought that when he looked at Luo Chi at that time, seeing the other person’s eyes so bright and happy, he couldn’t help but be happy, but he must have wanted to do something else.

It’s just that these ideas are not specific enough after all, and they cannot be answered through simple logical analysis. Perhaps he should indeed find time to think carefully about this.

…

But there is at least one more important thing right now.

Ming Weiting met Luo Chi’s gaze and thanked him seriously: “I’m honored.”

Ming Weiting said softly, “Thank you Huo Miao for letting me like him.”

Luo Chi’s ears suddenly turned red, and the person slowly slid down, little by little, into the quilt.

Once born and cooked twice, Ming Weiting is ready this time. When he almost slid the whole person in, leaving only his head exposed, he suddenly hooped the person firmly through the quilt, and held it up with one hand and wrapped it into a quilt roll.

Luo Chi’s eyes widened, and when he touched the itchy spot across the quilt, he couldn’t help laughing, propped up his body with his left hand, and tried to escape with the quilt roll.

Every time Ming Weiting played with him, he was measured. Luo Chi almost rolled over to the other side of the bed several times, but he fell short and fell back to the bed when he was poked in the shoulder.

Luo Chi was tired even laughing, and the last bit of strength was exhausted, so he had no choice but to stop hiding and fell on the bed panting.

Ming Weiting put one hand on his shoulder, looked down at him, opened his mouth slowly, and seemed to want to repeat: “Thank you—”

This time Luo Chi quickly replied: “No thanks, no thanks.”

His physical strength was exhausted, and his face became ruddy.

Ming Weiting also had a smile in his eyes, and helped him arrange the pillow.

Luo Chi wrapped the quilt and buried half of his face in the pillow, still hot, and remembered what Mr. Shadow just said.

…

How can there be such a strange reason for thanking others for making me like it.

He played energetically for a while, and inexplicably felt a heartbeat because of this sentence, so he rarely whispered: “Who, thank you for this kind of thing.”

Ming Weiting also learned, and showed him the candy he just received: “Who, thank you for this kind of thing.”

Luo Chi was suddenly taken by the first army, but he didn’t know how to refute it, and he threw himself back into the quilt roll.

Oops.

During this time, Mr. Shadow’s voice has probably been ringing in his mind.

“Thank you Huo Miao for making me like him.”

“Thank you Huo Miao for making me like him.”

Ming Weiting bent his index finger and tapped lightly between his eyebrows: “Do you like it?”

Luo Chizheng felt guilty and happy for some reason, but of course he nodded: “Give it.”

Ming Weiting was satisfied, tidying up Luo Chi’s pillow, and reaching out to help Luo Chi open his forehead.

The rosy rosy that came out had not completely faded away, so it looked like Luo Chi was completely healed, but he was lying on the bed and didn’t want to sleep, so he played with him.

Ming Weiting loosened the quilt for him a little, and when he touched the thin sweat oozing from Luo Chi’s forehead, he carefully straightened the loose short hair and put it behind Luo Chi’s ear.

Luo Chi was made comfortable, and tiredness gradually returned to the cage. He moved slightly, resting his forehead against Ming Weiting’s fingers, and looked at him quietly.

Ming Weiting touched his gradually pale forehead and looked down at those eyes.

…

In fact, every night, Luo Chi seemed to be reluctant to sleep.

At this time, Luo Chi usually doesn’t like to talk, and will try all means to avoid speaking, but his eyes will always be chasing Mr. Shadow.

He would keep looking at Mingwei Pavilion seriously until his pupil light became sluggish because of drowsiness, his eyelashes couldn’t hold back and blinked again, and finally had to fall.

Luo Chi didn’t open his mouth at this time, but his eyes were sometimes thoughtful, sometimes he couldn’t hide his tiredness and tiredness, and sometimes he suddenly woke up from the vague sleep, looking for his shadow everywhere.

Ming Weiting has also developed a habit, and he will definitely put down what he is doing at this time and accompany him by the bed.

He will also look into Luo Chi’s eyes.

Ming Weiting waited until Luo Chi slowly closed his eyes and put his hand on his left ear.

“Fire.” Ming Weiting said, “Xun Zhen came here today.”

His voice was very light, not enough to reach Luo Chi’s ears across the palm of his hand.

“At the next follow-up visit, he will also talk to you and explain the situation to you.”

Ming Weiting paused for a moment before continuing: “You may forget a lot of things.”

“They discussed a number of options, but they all inevitably damage parts of the cortex and hippocampus, which affects memory and spatial orientation.”

“Spatial positioning doesn’t matter, technology is very advanced now, being a captain doesn’t necessarily have to be able to find the North…” Ming Weiting repeated Ming Lu’s words, and he felt amused again, and shook his head gently, “It has nothing to do with this.”

“It doesn’t matter if you can’t find the direction.” Ming Weiting said, “I’m here to find you.”

…

The news that Xun Zhen brought was actually no worse than before.

From the very beginning, the expert team found by Xun Zhen judged that Luo Chi’s tumor was not located well. Although surgery could be performed, it would definitely affect some brain tissue.

This conclusion has since been confirmed many times.

The Xun family has been deeply involved in the medical industry for many years. Xun Zhen took Luo Chi’s films and medical records, and searched for all the domestic and foreign experts and teams that he could find, and the same results were obtained.

Whether it was then or now, if you can completely forget what happened in the past, it is indeed not a bad thing for Luo Chi—even now. The fact that Luo Chi gave up those pasts by himself does not mean that they will never make a comeback.

“This is not a problem that can be solved by subjective consciousness.”

Xun Zhen carefully selected his words: “The human brain is not so rational, you can think about whatever you don’t want to think about… If that’s the case,” he tapped his forehead as he spoke, “there would be no one here to get sick. “

Luo Chi had too few happy memories.

Before he was seven years old, everything around him might at least be peaceful on the surface, but because of the birth of his younger sister, he began to learn how to be a brother early on.

Later, Mrs. Ren took him back. That memory was absolute redemption for Luo Chi, but it was only three years in total. Even in such a short three years, a bad seed was mixed in, and too many memories were lost. Pain and hurt are connected in tandem.

Luo Chi cut out all the past knife by knife by himself and burned it clean. The speed of his recovery has surprised Xun Zhen, with the kind of resolute enthusiasm that is almost like a sacrifice, Xun Zhen even suspects that Luo Chi himself has vaguely sensed something.

Luo Chi himself may have vaguely sensed something, so he never asks about what happened outside, and doesn’t let anyone worry about him.

“Actually, it is completely unexpected good news that Luo Chi can wake up and recover to this level.”

“After the operation, he may even recover quickly and reintegrate into a normal life,” Xun Zhen said.

If it was Luo Chi’s previous state, his thinking was slow, his volitional activity was significantly reduced, and his cognitive function was severely damaged. These would not be cured overnight due to memory loss.

At that time, he didn’t know Luo Chi, and already thought that was the best way – after Luo Chi forgot everything, he was taken back to sea by the Ming family, and he found a suitable person to guide him and take care of him.

It’s like teaching a blank person to start all over again, so that the consciousness that has been rusted and stagnant can be restarted and can be slowly activated. If he is lucky, Luo Chi will eventually become a whole new person.

But now Luo Chi’s condition is very good. Losing those memories is not a bad thing for him, but relieves the last hidden danger.

If he can completely lose those memories, he can be completely free in the future. No need to block out all the triggers of traumatic memories, stay in a secluded villa overlooking the sea, or stay on a cruise ship that travels the ocean forever.

Ming Lu was listening and couldn’t help but ask, “Is there a way to keep him from forgetting about Mrs. Ren?”

“There is no guarantee, but it is theoretically possible.” Xun Zhen has already discussed with the team, “The memory loss caused by traumatic brain injury often has a relatively obvious time series effect.”

Xun Zhen explained: “The earlier the memory is, the longer it is from the present, the more likely it will be preserved.”

The memory of Mrs. Ren stayed ten years ago, which was long enough – if they were lucky enough, Luo Chi would still remember Mrs. Ren.

“If only it was like this.” Ming Lu thought for a while, “Remember Mrs. Ren and forget everything that happened later.”

Minglu just went to Huaisheng Entertainment today. He believed that those young people, as long as they could see Luo Chi again, would not mind making a stumbling self-introduction like three years ago.

Ming Lu went to prepare the medicine Luo Chi took today, and found that Xun Zhen still looked like he had something to say: “So what’s the problem?”

“…there is one.” Xun Zhen clenched his palm.

He didn’t know whether his guesses and worries were completely unnecessary, but he still looked at Mingwei Pavilion cautiously.

Xun Zhen whispered, “Short-term memory.”

“After damage to the hippocampus.”

Xun Zhen said: “Short-term memory is almost impossible to retain.”

…

Ming Weiting finished talking to Luo Chi about the specific situation before removing the hand covering his ears.

He had already promised to come and talk to Luo Chi in person.

A few days later, when Xun Zhen and Luo Chi talked about their illness again, they would not bring this up again.

It wasn’t a choice in the first place. Luo Chi had to have an operation, but now he was just making a prediction about the possible consequences of the operation, so that he could make corresponding preparations in advance.

In so many prognostic analysis Xun Zhen has done, this is already a very good type of result.

After the operation, Luo Chi will become a completely free fire.

Ming Weiting already knew about this. He had listened to the expert team’s discussion in detail when Luo Chi was hospitalized, and had a clear understanding of all the circumstances.

He sometimes thinks that maybe it’s because he already knows that Luo Chi won’t remember the events of these days, that he will contact each other like this.

Completely impolite, completely impolite… just rolled people into the quilt and pushed them around on the bed.

Ming Weiting gradually revealed a smile, stretched out his hand, and slowly touched Luo Chi’s hair.

He suddenly remembered that Luo Chi was on the terrace today, saying “my family’s” in a eloquent and particularly loud voice. Thinking of Luo Chi suddenly pounced on him, he stretched out his arms to hug him.

Maybe he didn’t want Luo Chi to thank him at that time, because the sudden hug and “thank you” were too much like a hasty goodbye.

“Lucky fans.” Ming Weiting imitated Luo Chi and sighed forcefully, “There may be a third unlucky thing.”

After saying this, he felt amused again: “Whose fans are you?”

Ming Weiting touched Luo Chi’s closed eyelashes with his knuckles: “After chasing stars for so long, I’m still practicing self-introduction.”

He wanted to get up, noticed a weak pull, lowered his head, and found that Luo Chi’s hand was holding his shirt.

Ming Weiting sat beside the bed.

He sat longer than usual this time.

“Good night.” He changed to a more professional sentence pattern and practiced again, “My name is Ming Weiting, I’m chasing stars, and I’m a fan of Huo Miao.”

Ming Weiting paused for a while, then he slowly held the hand and said softly, “Huo Miao said, I can like him.”