They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes - Chapter 69

Rehabilitation is such a thing, once there is an abnormally expected goal that must be achieved no matter what, the progress will become faster than before.

On the tenth day of his recuperation in Wanghai, Ming Chi, Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu made road signs that illuminated the nearby reefs, and found the squirrel that Uncle Lu mentioned earlier.

In the second week that followed, Mingchi finally taught Mr. Shadow to control the proper amount of flour and water, and knead them into a dough that did not flow naturally and did not hurt people.

Both the teaching parties were quite satisfied with the progress, and they peeled the pine nuts together at night. Because the semi-finished products are far away from the bread, they were taken away by Uncle Lu who was passing by and handed over to the kitchen to make pine nuts and corn.

Half a month later, Ming Chi’s blade was completely healed. The results of the re-examination were also quite smooth, the lesions were removed very cleanly, and I met a little girl who was already alive and kicking. The family beamed with the re-examination results and waved hello to Ming Chi from a distance.

The lucky fan’s star chasing plan was completed on page 17, and the black-hearted creditor finally received the first portrait work outside the landscape painting, which was the terrace that night.

…

Art comes from reality but is higher than reality. The picture is very similar to that night, and some details can be seen different.

Mr. Shadow believes that the material of this reclining chair is too soft and lacks support. If you consider the scene, you can’t actually create a posture that combines grace and comfort like the picture.

In fact, Mingchi thought that he was in a hurry to pick up the pen, the rehabilitation of his right hand was not in place, and many details were inevitably vague.

But he is quite confident and firm in his visual memory: “It’s so handsome.”

Ming Weiting sat on the sofa with him, appreciating the easel seriously, and turned to the side when he heard the words: “So handsome?”

Ming Chi’s wound has completely healed, and Ming Wei Ting is still habitually protecting him with one hand.

The past few days have been busy with the end of the accident. Mr. Ming changed from casual clothes to shirts and suits.

Mr. Shadow learned and used to relax more and more, turned his head to look at him, his eyes fell, and there was a curious smile hidden in his exploration.

This angle immediately became the new #1 scene.

“Don’t move.” Ming Chi immediately put both hands on Mr. Shadow’s shoulders, and looked at it carefully from top to bottom with his eyes.

He initially had the inspiration for the next painting, withdrew his hand, took out the sticky note pad he carried with him, and quickly wrote and typed: “So handsome.”

Ming Weiting was a little surprised, and then laughed.

Mingchi was painting him, and he was really serious, but he still wanted to say, “How can someone suddenly paint the person opposite in the middle of a chat.”

“It’s a long story.” Mingchi buried his head and pinched his pencil to scribble. “How can someone open their eyes and realize that they owe one hundred and thirty-four paintings.”

After saying this, Mingchi stopped writing and calculated, and then updated the figure: “One hundred and thirty one.”

The debt sheet was pasted in the bedroom, and three checkmarks had been placed on it. There were two landscapes and one portrait—in fact, there were other paintings, but Mingchi himself felt dissatisfied.

Of those two landscape paintings, one is a rocky beach at high tide under the moon that day, with sparkling waves reflecting fireworks in the water, and the other is a dream of Ming Chi.

He dreamed that he was on the beach, and the sun jumped into the sea before his eyes and set the world red.

…

“Mr. Shadow.”

When handing over the painting to the black-hearted creditor, Mingchi was still thinking about one thing: “It seems that there are more than this in the dream.”

Ming Weiting carefully laid the painting flat on the table and was doing basic cleaning. He took time to learn the maintenance of oil painting, and the technique of applying varnish is much more neat and stable than kneading dough: “What else?”

Ming Chi couldn’t tell. Just walked up to Mr. Shadow and watched the luster of turpentine cover the screen evenly.

“Be careful of choking.” Ming Weiting took the board brush and gently rubbed his hair with his free hand, “I can cough.”

Mingchi’s hair grows very fast, he is not a scarred physique, and the surgery was done with subcutaneous sutures, and there are hardly any visible traces left.

The current length is not enough to make a hairstyle, but the hand feels quite good, and once it is rubbed, it is difficult to take it off.

Mingwei Ting patiently spread a thin layer of varnish, he let Ming Chi stand upwind, and changed a wide brush to dip the varnish.

Mingchi watched Mr. Shadow do these things seriously, and remembered that fiery red dream—he thought it was probably a scene that really existed.

He sits on the beach by the sea, and it’s not just him sitting on the sand by the sea.

Someone was holding him behind his back, holding his hand, and slowly helping him write a new name.

That kind of force is extraordinarily prudent and solemn, like a quiet and decisive judgment. He was sentenced to life free in that sentence.

Ming Chi is actually not afraid of the smell of turpentine. In the past, he used to maintain the paintings by himself, applying varnish by himself. As long as it was not too thick to choke the nose, he still felt that the smell was very good, so he was even more justifiably fed by his aunt as a squirrel.

Mr. Shadow’s technique is more detailed than his. Mingchi was mainly in charge of rubbing his head. He stood at the table, watching the brush dipped in turpentine brushing across the screen, and watching the dream drawn by him.

In the dream, there was actually a much richer and broader scene than the picture. He thought that this was probably what he had specially described in his mind before the operation, and went back and forth to study the contents of the prison.

Anyway, if it was now that he went back to before the operation, knowing that everything that had happened was about to be forgotten, he would definitely do it.

… that day Ming Chi thought about that dream for a long time.

It was so long that Mr. Shadow had applied the varnish twice, and the sun and the wind worked together to dry the varnish. Together, they sent the paintings to a ventilated and dry room for storage, and together they washed their hands and studied bread making.

Mr. Shadow, who learned to make bread, used an analogy to brush the dough in the same way as varnishing – and except for this step, the rest of the progress was not smooth.

But it didn’t matter at all, neither of them seemed to be in a hurry.

The turpentine smell doesn’t dissipate so easily. They went back to the bedroom to sleep that night. Even though they had already taken a bath, there seemed to be a rather faint pine fragrance lingering nearby.

The wind was quite gentle that night, and the temperature was just right. It was so comfortable that turning on the air conditioner seemed like a waste, so they didn’t completely close the floor-to-ceiling windows on the terrace.

The wind lifted the curtains a little, and the moonlight slipped in. In the light rosin, Mingchi had a series of dreams.

This time was different from these days. What he dreamed was not the things in the past that he had forgotten and that he had left vague impressions in his subconscious because of repeated recitations and descriptions.

He dreamed that he and Mr. Shadow were sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, Uncle Lu was sitting on the other side with glasses and reading the newspaper, and the wood in the fireplace was burning to the core.

In the dream, they all became older than they are now. Uncle Lu put down the newspaper, leaned on the sofa and looked at them with a smile. The breath of pine wood was soft and warm. They seemed to be peeling pine nuts while chatting. The squirrel jumped out of nowhere and ran away with one.

He dreamed that Mr. Shadow’s hands were placed between the sofa and him, they were comfortably relaxing and leaning back, thinking about nothing, doing nothing lazily.

Mr. Shadow turned to look at him, his eyes were warmed by the fire, and the shadow of the shadow fell into his eyes.

Mingchi finished typing the draft of the pencil, and this time he reserved a place for himself in the drawing, and used lines to frame the complete scene.

Ming Chi thought, he knew what to paint in the next painting.

…

In the next short period of time, Mr. Ming also began to be a little busy.

In the normal development trajectory of most things, the busiest part is usually the beginning and the end – the appropriate response at the beginning, and the confirmation of all the regulations that follow. There’s usually not that many things to decide at the end, but there are so many details and trivial entries, so it’s extra energy-intensive.

Ming Weiting expects to go out for three to five days. In fact, there is a lot of work to be done at home.

In the past two weeks, many documents have been sent, and Ming Lu has also gone out several times, bringing back several boxes of letters that Mr. Ming has written or signed.

Mr. Ming was trapped in the study like this.

“The captain doesn’t need to do this.” Ming Lu lowered his voice and quietly reassured the new captain of the Ming family, “Only Mr.

The manager of the Ming family didn’t need to do this either. His attitude of watching the fire from the other side should not be too obvious, and he even pulled the young master to sit on the edge and peeled the pine nuts.

After all, Ming Chi was still kind, so he tried his best to squeeze the corner of his mouth and grabbed a bunch of peeled pine nuts and sent them over. He was also held at the table, and rubbed Mr. Ming’s hair for thirty seconds to decompress.

Mingchi tidied up his hair, went back to Uncle Lu and sat down, and asked in a low voice, “Is it often so tiring to be a gentleman?”

Ming Lu was peeling a pine nut when he heard the words, looked at him, and suddenly smiled.

Ming Chi was a little curious and blinked.

“Sir, I asked the same thing when I was young.”

Minglu said: “At that time, Mr.’s father had just finished his business, and his wife was rubbing his forehead.”

Ming Weiting stopped writing temporarily, looked up and said, “Uncle Lu, I don’t remember such a thing.”

“At that time, my husband was only two and a half years old, and he still wrestled while walking.” Director Ming, who was over seventy years old, added calmly, “Swimming is already very good.”

…

Some people’s eyes brightened when they heard “two and a half years old”, they sat up straight, and they took out pencils and sticky notes because they were worried about their short-term memory instability.

Mingweiting was silent for a moment, then got up and walked over, putting his hands on Mingchi’s ears on both sides.

Mingchi put down the pine nuts on his hand and held Mr. Ming’s hand.

He and Uncle Lu exchanged glances, kept serious, hid all their laughter, raised his head and discussed with the husband: “Just listen to a short paragraph.”

“You can choose content from the age of twelve.”

Ming Weiting lowered his head and discussed with him: “When I was two and a half years old, my performance should not be calm enough.”

This time, Mingchi used all his strength to hold his laughter with all his might, coughed a few times, pursed his lips and raised his head, blatantly hesitating to speak.

Ming Weiting thought for a while, then sighed: “Damn.”

“Some people look at their mouth shape.” Ming Weiting said, “You have to find a way to cover your eyes.”

After all, Ming Weiting only has two hands. After thinking about the plan, he simply walked around in front of Ming Chi, covered Ming Chi’s ears with both hands, and pulled the person directly into his arms to hide.

Some people couldn’t bear it anymore, and fell off their chairs with laughter, stood up, and took Mr. Ming to sit down together: “Mr. Shadow, even the coolest person in the world can fall when he is two and a half years old when he walks on the ground. .”

Mingweiting was pulled by Mingchi to sit down, with another cup of freshly brewed herbal tea in his hand, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Even if you have no knowledge of parenting, and you have almost no contact with human individuals of this age, you can still probably guess this matter.

He just liked the vibe, it wasn’t there before.

He has been in charge of independent routes with the ship since he was a teenager. Sometimes he would watch the guests chatting, and the family would enjoy the scenery while chatting on the deck. He guessed that the most relaxed situation was not like now.

The sofa in the study is too soft, Ming Weiting took the pillow and put it behind Ming Chi’s waist: “Really?”

“Really.” Manager Ming is well-informed and nodded beside him, “When he was four and a half years old, he would lose his teeth, and his speech would leak.”

…

Mr. Mingjia put down the herbal tea, wanted to get up from the sofa, and went back to the desk to sign.

Ming Lu also smiled more and made a gesture to Ming Chi. The young master of the Ming family immediately understood and put his hand into the hand that Mr. Ming had just put down the herbal tea.

Ming Weiting held the pen almost non-stop for several days, and when Mingchi put his hand in, he sat back involuntarily.

He put that hand in the palm of his hand, raised his free hand to tap Mingchi’s forehead, and sighed softly: “How could it be damaged by Uncle Lu?”

The force that the hand knocked down was quite gentle, Ming Chi was not nervous at all, his eyes were bent, and he bowed his head generously and knocked on him.

“Mr. should relax.” Minglu said, “When Mr.’s father is relaxing, he will pull his wife to set off fireworks.”

For example, the youngest member of the Ming family, the current Mr. Ming was two and a half years old, after asking this question.

When Mrs. Ming was still alive, the temperament of the previous generation of Mr. Ming was almost completely different from the later one.

Ming Weiting’s impression of his father is not close, and there has been no conflict or injury here, too warm and intimate family memory.

The relationship between him and Mr. Shangdai is like that of an ordinary father and son on the shore – the father is both physically and mentally at work, the son’s temperament is independent and stable, and the family will care about each other, but this concern is usually not expressed. In addition, because of the route, there are fewer gatherings and more separations, and the kinship is naturally estranged.

There was a lot of helplessness in such a situation. The Ming family has a special position on the high seas. To be a “sir”, you must be able to be completely independent, and warmth must be ranked very low in it.

…and besides. Ming Lu paused for a while after narrating, then stopped to think for a while.

Moreover, the previous generation Mr. really liked Mrs.

After Ming Weiting finished asking the question that day, the response of the previous generation was to ask his wife if being Mr. Ming’s wife is often so tired.

Before she got on the boat, she was the most disobedient among the scholarly family. There are piles of writers and professors in the family. The girls are all gentle and gentle. Occasionally, they take a cruise to relax and vacation, and they happen to meet the previous generation.

At that time, they were all in their early twenties, and Minglu didn’t really know what happened in the first place – in short, he was pulled by the previous generation to help. It’s the last day.

In fact, there were many twists and turns in the later things. Such a family would not interfere with the feelings of their children, but they would not be relieved of a strange person who wandered at sea without a fixed place and whose identity and origin were unknown… But fortunately, the final result is finally complete.

The previous gentleman left a note and decided to leave the choice entirely to his wife, and waited at the port until eight o’clock. Just after 7:57, Madam rushed over panting with her suitcase, shouting Ming Lu while smashing the suitcase over, and jumping onto the husband’s boat with her skirt in hand.

In fact, the lady never knew that that day, the husband planned to wait until eighteen o’clock, and then wait for another eight hours.

…

So after Ming Weiting asked this question, the previous generation suddenly remembered that since his wife became Mr. Ming’s wife with him, it seemed that he hadn’t gone out to play for a long time.

When Ming Weiting heard this, he suddenly had a vague impression: “After that, father and mother disappeared for a month.”

He couldn’t even remember the age of two or three, but it was too rare for the husband of the Ming family to suddenly disappear for a month and be completely silent.

Even if he and Uncle Lu stayed in the port for so long this time, they had a clear whereabouts. People on the high seas also know that the Ming family is dealing with the sinking of the ship. If there is any urgent matter for him to come forward to solve, he will try to ask someone to bring a letter.

But in that month, no one could find the husband and wife of the previous generation of the Ming family.

With Uncle Lu in charge, the Ming family’s prestige in the high seas wouldn’t last for a month. In fact, there was no trouble. It’s just that this incident caused some people to panic, and it was often mentioned later.

“Mr. arranged those chores and sneaked away with the wife to play.”

Minglu smiled, knowingly or unintentionally adding: “It’s not like diving, raising conch shells, fishing at sea, watching the sunrise and sunset.”

Mr. Ming held the young master’s hand, sat on the sofa, and raised his eyes with herbal tea.

Ming Lu coughed lightly, stopped joking as soon as he clicked, and continued to pull back the topic.

The husband and wife of the previous generation threw the two-and-a-half-year-old Mingwei Pavilion to Minglu for their belated honeymoon. It was very lonely to find no one to witness it, so they sent Minglu videos and photos at every turn.

The husband accompanies his wife to a masquerade party and to a rather childish water park that Mr. Ming is absolutely unsuitable for. Explore the jungles of the island and dance with the local natives to the sparks splattered by the bonfire.

The husband took his wife on a glider and flew over the sea, and the water vapor from the sea rushed up, and together they passed through the school of fish that jumped out of the water.

“There are also fireworks.” Minglu said, “It’s not the fireworks show prepared on the cruise, but the lady put it off by herself. The fireworks will be reflected in the water, and wherever they are reflected, they will chase the shadow of the place…Sir, your little one. I was hugged and played when I was there.”

Ming Weiting sat on the sofa and did not speak immediately.

He really had no memory of these things. When he remembered, his mother had passed away. After that, his father was solemn and silent, always looking very tired, and many times he would watch him in a trance without saying a word.

He had this kind of temperament originally, but he never thought there was anything wrong with getting along like this… It’s just that Uncle Lu rarely mentioned this. He listened to it and suddenly understood his father completely.

If he and Ming Chi were forced to separate forever—a bad assumption, of course, that would never happen, except in sixty, seventy years or more—but if it did happen, in the following For a long time, he will not be more enthusiastic about life than his father.

“Okay.” After Minglu finished speaking, he got up with a smile, “Sir, it’s time to go out.”

Ming Weiting frowned: “So soon?”

“When chatting, time just goes fast.”

Minglu opened his pocket watch and looked at it: “There will be a press conference at three o’clock in the afternoon. After that, I will meet with a few paper media. Next, there are several business deals for the cruise company to discuss.”

The response and handling of the accident was perfect. All the injured were discharged from the hospital safely, and the skipper who neglected his duty resigned, and was subsequently held accountable in accordance with the law. The cruise company affiliated to the Ming family took the initiative to contact the compensation, and has already compensated to a considerable extent for the losses of all passengers and crew.

It’s just that it was a shipwreck after all, and the impact cannot be erased so quickly. The cruise company also needs to show considerable sincerity to gradually dispel the panic and anxiety left in the hearts of the public.

These are all pre-planned schedules. Mingwei Pavilion will stay outside for the next few days, and Minglu also needs to go out, leaving Mingchi to take care of the house.

Ming Chi sat on the sofa, met Mr. Shadow’s sight, and immediately raised his hand to testify: “I am two years and two hundred and fifty-four months old.”

Ming Weiting was dumbfounded, squatted down and knocked on his forehead: “Eat well.”

Ming Chi also quickly slid off the sofa, squatted face to face, and held hands with Mr. Ming quite childishly: “Sleep well.”

…

Ming Lu went out and ordered the driver to park the car at the door and wait.

He said this, of course, not specifically to let the husband indulge in the past. When the car was arranged to pick him up, he walked to the door lightly.

This time, the husband and the young master seem to be a little immature than the previous generation.

For example, when two people say goodbye, they are actually squatting in front of the sofa, head to head and holding hands.

Minglu kept calm, made a gesture to let people go out to prepare, and approached the door.

“Masquerade ball, water park.”

The husband of the Ming family really learned everything, reminded Ming Chi to write down the note pad, and asked in a low voice, “Do you like hang gliding?”

Ming Chi really thought about this question carefully.

If his aunt was here, he would definitely like it and can’t wait to play it right away… But considering his experience of surfing, bungee jumping, skydiving and ziplining being dragged by his aunt, he was actually a little nervous.

At least for now. He thought that he might like extreme sports in the future, and the thrill of the adrenaline rushing, but if he dared to do this in recent months, Dean Xun might have to worry about coming and arresting him and returning him to the hospital.

Mingchi hesitated for a long time, lowered his voice, and whispered: “Let’s pass this first…”

Ming Weiting immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He is also not good at hang gliding, although his father has trained him many times, but every time he comes down from above, he is not very stable and may fall flat.

After many years, this may not happen again now, but the psychological shadows left are still unavoidable.

“That’s it.” Ming Weiting raised his hand, wrapped his head and neck and rubbed lightly, “Huo Miao.”

Mingchi put down the notepad and looked up.

“I’m going out to work, and I may not be back until a few days. If you’re bored these days, you can take a look at those letters you wrote. They’re all on my computer.”

When Ming Weiting said this, he paused for a while.

He recalled Uncle Lu’s reminder, and made a distinction from the fireworks display of the cruise ship: “When I get back, can I hold you to chase the fireworks?”