MTL - They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes-Chapter 53 adventure

Ming Weiting closed the computer, took off his headphones and got up.

When it rains, the air has a special coolness. The water in the sky and the water in the sea collide together, forming a mist with blurred borders, and the wind travels freely in it.

The large green leaves on the terrace protrude out, and a few pieces of rainwater come in, adding a fresh breath of vegetation to the sea breeze.

Luo Chi slept in the reclining chair, covered with an extra thick fleece blanket, with one hand hanging down.

He didn't sleep well, and when he noticed Ming Weiting approaching, he opened his eyes. The hazy mist that had just woken up dissipated in a blink of an eye, accurately locating a familiar figure.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Mr. Shadow, Luo Chi was in a good mood, and his eyes immediately curled up.

Ming Weiting was relieved by him, he also smiled, and touched his forehead: "Aren't you bored anymore?"

"It's much better if you can breathe." Luo Chi said while taking a deep breath. His fever had just subsided, and his breath was still not smooth. He couldn't help coughing twice, but he still spit out the breath comfortably.

Seeing that he was in good spirits, Ming Weiting felt relieved, sat down beside him, and picked up Luo Chi's hanging right hand.

Luo Chi had not played the guitar much for a while, and his hands were so itchy that he was reluctant to let go as soon as he touched the strings.

The right hand still can't use much force, and the hand shape is not accurate. After a day, Luo Chi's finger pulp has more conspicuous blood marks.

Ming Weiting had never played the guitar, so he estimated the hardness of the strings: "Will it hurt?"

"No." Luo Chi smiled and shook his head, "Very comfortable."

He said it very seriously, Ming Weiting looked into his eyes and knew that Luo Chi really thought this sentence, so he lowered his head and helped him apply medicine on his hands.

These things Ming Weiting has never done before. At first, he also watched the nurses to take care of Luo Chi, but at that time Luo Chi's consciousness was chaotic, and he was very uneasy because of the unfamiliar environment, not to mention being pressed on the bed by a group of complete strangers to deal with his physical condition.

In order to prevent Luo Chi from hurting others or himself when he was struggling unconsciously, he could only use sedatives or restraints. Ming Weiting had seen that kind of situation once, and he vowed not to let this happen to Luo Chi again.

At that time, Luo Chi only had an impression of Mr. Shadow, so Ming Weiting began to learn to take care of Luo Chi.

These things are not difficult. Luo Chi was originally a patient who worked very hard to cooperate. Now he has become more and more natural and skilled, and it has gradually become a habit.

On the other hand, Luo Chi was completely awake now. He was holding his right hand to apply medicine as if he was taking care of a child. Warmness gradually appeared behind his ears, and his fingers couldn't help but curl back.

Ming Weiting was slipped away by his fingers several times, and he raised his eyes and asked to look at him.

Luo Chi was very embarrassed, coughed lightly, and explained in a low voice, "I've been giving myself medicine since I was five years old."

These words are very convincing, Ming Weiting stopped to think about it, and looked at the room.

The guitar was sleeping on the bed under the covers.

Luo Chi slept with his guitar in his arms last night, and he said "good morning" to the guitar this morning. When he took Luo Chi to the balcony to breathe, he also saw Luo Chi tidy up the pillows with his own hands, and they were completely covered up by the edges.

Luo Chi was so calmly turned over the old accounts from a few hours ago, his body froze, and his whole ear slowly burned.

Ming Weiting has already measured the maturity of this behavior and gave an objective assessment: "Four and a half years old."

Luo Chi almost wanted to jump off the reclining chair to hide the scene proving that he was four and a half years old. But he really didn't have the strength, and he was spinning around when he moved a little bit, so he had to slowly slide down in a guilty conscience, until he slid under the blanket.

It was the first time Ming Weiting saw him have such a reaction, which was both novel and funny. Take the opportunity to finish the medicine. He couldn't help raising his hand again and touched Luo Chi's hair through the blanket.

Ming Weiting sometimes thinks that what he rescued in the water that day was just an empty shell.

He protected the empty shell and waited for Luo Chi, Luo Chi himself came back from somewhere in the secluded cold on the other side, and bit by bit, filled the empty shell again.

Luo Chi didn't hide from him, so he saw many places that he didn't understand before.

Some were novel, some were funny, some made him want to touch each other's hair, but in either case, his chest was subconsciously soft and warm.

These days between taking care of Luo Chi, Ming Weiting took the time to watch those videos, and he would also think of Luo Chi when he was ten years old.

At that time, Luo Chi had just been brought back to Ren's house, and he already looked like a little adult. He seemed precocious in speaking and doing things, and his demeanor was extraordinarily stable.

...but I can hug it when I bend down, and lift it up when I push hard.

So I can't blame Aunt Ren for always holding him in her arms and rubbing him desperately.

Mrs. Ren opened the stable and mature shell and took out the Luo Chi inside.

Luo Chi's unwilling temper was probably nurtured like this - he also had a time when no matter what he did, as long as he was right, someone would definitely support him.

Even though that period of time was really not long, the confidence that was always there at all times made Mrs. Ren protect Luo Chi even after her death.

Ming Weiting had a secret code to whisper to him, so he also lifted the fleece blanket and asked in a low voice, "Sleep with the guitar tonight?"

Luo Chi was even more embarrassed, and even the back of his neck was hot: "Is it convenient?"

Ming Weiting pondered: "It's a little inconvenient."

Luo Chi sighed reluctantly and nodded regretfully.

Ming Weiting looked at him, raised his hand behind Luo Chi's cool neck, and rubbed it lightly.

He had discovered before that any reasonable request made by Luo Chi, even if it was disapproved or rejected for no reason, would not have any opinion at all.

"You can sleep with the guitar in the future." Ming Weiting said softly, "It's inconvenient recently."

He was trying to keep half of what he said, but Luo Chi was really curious: "Recently?"

Ming Weiting nodded: "These ten days are inconvenient, you need to take care of your body."

Xun Zhen initially set the operation time at ten days. Ming Weiting and Ming Lu discussed it and decided to stay at Wanghai Villa for the past ten days to adjust Luo Chi's body to the most suitable state for the operation.

After these days of recuperation, Luo Chi's physical condition was indeed much better than the worst period, but he still couldn't let his guard down easily.

Luo Chi himself didn't really know what happened last night.

The rainy season in Linhai is not long, but it is definitely not short. It rained for a long time yesterday, and it was sunny for only a few hours at night. It didn't take long for it to get dark again.

The rain was more violent than the previous one, the thunder roared, and the rain almost smashed the windows at night. Ming Weiting couldn't sleep soundly, got up to check Luo Chi's condition, and found that Luo Chi was uncomfortable.

With a guitar to slept with by the bed, Luo Chi himself was very stable. But after all, the fever did not subside until the evening, and after covering the room tightly for a day, the air pressure was slightly lower at night, and it was so stuffy that I couldn't breathe.

Luo Chi was lethargic at night, and even if he was uncomfortable, it would be difficult to wake up. He was only suffocated by the suffocating sleep, and then he was soaked in cold sweat unknowingly.

Ming Weiting sat up with Luo Chi in his arms and let him lean on him to inhale oxygen for half an hour. Luo Chi's condition finally improved a little, but today he still couldn't get his spirits up, and he felt dizzy when he moved a little bit. sharp.

"It's more convenient to sleep with me." Ming Weiting tried to go step by step and discussed with Luo Chi, "I'll know as soon as you feel uncomfortable."

Ming Weiting explained to him truthfully: "You can't have no one to take care of you at night."

After he said these words, he looked at Luo Chi, whose eyes widened for a moment and remained motionless: "What's wrong?"

Luo Chi had already slid into the blanket, and there was no way to slide now. He opened his mouth and said in a lower voice, "I have slept by myself since I was three years old."

Ming Weiting looked back at the guitar again.

Of course Luo Chi knew that this was the accusation that "you slept with a guitar in your arms last night". He wanted to explain the difference between the two in detail, and his thinking was half a beat before he caught up with the last sentence the other party said.

Ming Weiting saw that his expression slowly changed. First, it was hot into the collar, and then he was obviously startled. After thinking for a while, he was obviously a little lost.

These changes are very subtle, Luo Chi doesn't look any different from just now, but the enthusiasm that was extraordinarily fresh just now faded abruptly.

Ming Weiting lifted the fleece blanket and tidied it up for him again, his eyes still on Luo Chi: "Fire?"

Luo Chi smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, I—"

His voice stopped, and he looked at Mr. Shadow who walked around in front of him and put his hand around his neck.

"Huo Miao." Ming Weiting looked at him seriously, "I said the wrong thing."

Luo Chi immediately shook his head without hesitation.

His movement range was slightly larger than before, and he immediately caused a strong dizziness, the whole person groaned uncontrollably, and closed his eyes hastily.

...a little bit bad.

It's a little bad, his body doesn't seem to be too bad.

Of course Luo Chi already knew about this. Although he thought he just broke his leg a few days ago, he still has a lot of medicine waiting to be taken, infusions and physiotherapy, and blood tests if the doctor comes.

I was so excited to play the guitar yesterday that I didn't care about being uncomfortable. As soon as he lay down at night, the discomfort on his body and the side effects of the drug were settled together, and he already had a basic idea of ​​his own situation.

Luo Chi closed his eyes, he was protected by the strong support from the back of his neck, his forehead rested on Mr. Shadow's chest, and he concentrated on adjusting his breathing to suppress the dizziness.

"It will be fine after surgery, Xun Zhen promised."

Ming Weiting knew that he was dizzy, and his voice was very soft: "It will be very good."

He said this to Luo Chi, because he was not sure whether Luo Chi still remembered it, so he was going to say it many times: "I will be very healthy in the future."

This is not what Luo Chi cares about the most - of course he also cares about this, but since Mr. Shadow said it will be fine, he does not doubt this matter.

From childhood to adulthood, Luo Chi has suffered from many diseases, and the number of accidental injuries is more than that of illness. He knew that it was uncomfortable to fall ill, and he also knew that he had to work hard with the treatment and recuperate his body. He always believed that he would be cured.

If the patient himself does not believe that he will be cured, his condition will naturally fluctuate, and it will cause a lot of trouble for the people around him and the doctor in charge of the treatment.

In such a situation before, he would try his best to take care of himself... But this time the disease seems to be a little more serious.

Physical problems don't seem to be solved by special effort alone.

He can't seem to take care of himself.

Ming Weiting suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Luo Chi was stunned for a moment. He watched Ming Weiting hurriedly return to the room. After a while, he brought out the computer and sat down in front of him again.

"Because I'm sick." Ming Weiting looked at the screen, "I'm worried that I will cause trouble."

Luo Chi was a little stunned, and opened his eyes slightly.

Ming Weiting operated the mouse again and continued to turn down two pages.

"I don't want people to worry, I don't want people to take care of them." He raised his head and looked at Luo Chi, "I don't want people to be very hard because of you."

Luo Chi's eyes have been opened a little round.

He was wrapped in a thick fleece blanket, and his chin was still a little shrunk in the blanket, and the whole person was tightly wrapped. He kept his eyes wide open, almost like a twelve-year-old in the video.

Ming Weiting couldn't help reaching out to touch his hair.

The terrace can cover the rain very tightly, but it is inevitable that some water mist will float in. Luo Chi had been outside for a while, and his hair felt softer with a little moisture.

Ming Weiting put one hand on the top of his hair, held the computer with one hand, and continued to look at the screen: "If you have a physical illness, it would be great if you work hard enough to recover."

... Auntie.

Mr. Shadow may have bought a mind reader disguised as a computer.

Luo Chi's eyes widened. The last time he was so shocked, it was probably the first time he saw Aunt Ren apologize to him with a child from an aristocratic family who spoke ill of him.

"Notes on Star Chasing." Ming Weiting finally read the title of the document to him, "There is still a lot of content."

Luo Chi still remembered being on the show. But what he said on the show was nothing more than what he liked to eat and what he liked to do. Most of it was made up casually, and it was impossible to say these things: "When..."

Luo Chi suddenly reacted: "Truth or Dare?"

Ming Weiting nodded: "That night, you were so sleepy that you couldn't open your eyes for a while, so we played a lot of rounds."

"Lucky fans." Luo Chi slowly retrieved his memory, "Always turn the conch over to himself."

Lucky fans are calm: "It's because of friction."

Luo Chi was teased by him so much that he couldn't help but pursed the corners of his mouth. He remembered that the question was serious, and tried his best to suppress it: "The strength to turn the conch is also very important. Uncle Lu said that the gentleman is very good at roulette."

"I'm not interested in gambling." Mr. Ming was equally calm, "If necessary, I will modify the props."

Luo Chi was curious: "Has the conch also been transformed?"

Seeing his recovery, Ming Weiting smiled more and shook his head.

When Luo Chi couldn't hear, he had to use his mouth to identify what the other party was saying. He was used to looking at Luo Chi's eyes. He leaned on the armrest of the reclining chair and lowered his shoulders slightly, and looked at him carefully from bottom to top.

"I'll discuss with Conch." Ming Weiting said softly, "I want to take better care of this person, please let me ask him a few more questions."

Ming Weiting said, "Please let me know more about him."

His voice was kept low, and it was extra soft. He turned his back to the swaying wind, rain and mist outside the window and stared at Luo Chi.

Luo Chi's smile still remained in his eyes, he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Ming Weiting closed the computer and put it aside.

"Lucky fans also asked." Ming Weiting said, "If these things happen, how can we make Huo Miao happy again."

Luo Chi came back to his senses, his earlobes were hot for some reason, and he looked at Mr. Shadow solemnly, and explained seriously: "I'm very happy now."

"It's a little bit of my own psychological problem, inertial thinking, and it doesn't have much impact at all." Luo Chi assured, "I'll try to adjust—"

Ming Weiting raised his hand and gently touched his eyelashes: "Huo Miao."

He rarely does this when Luo Chi is awake. Luo Chi blinked his eyes subconsciously, feeling both itchy and novel, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Physical ailments are also here." Ming Weiting moved his hand down and pressed it in front of his left chest through the soft home clothes, "It can't be solved just by hard work."

"You've worked really hard."

Ming Weiting said, "You are the hardest and bravest person I have ever met. You came back to me from the farthest seabed."

Luo Chi slowly blinked his eyes.

His chest, which was being held by Mr. Shadow, seemed to tremble silently, and his heart suddenly became disobediently active, hitting the opponent's palm across his chest.

"Leave the rest to me." Ming Weiting asked softly, "What did you dream about last night?"

Luo Chi actually didn't remember it either. He recalled it carefully for a long time, but it was still not clear: "Dream...the seaside."

"Watch the sunrise." Luo Chi said, "I fell asleep accidentally."

He dreamed that he accidentally fell asleep leaning on the reef, and then he was isolated in a place where he couldn't move, and could only listen to the people around him talking to himself... He actually wanted to talk to the people around him, and wanted to open his mouth , but no sound comes out.

He dreamed that he tried to reach out his hand, but he had no strength. The sun was pushed over by the waves, and it was clearly right in front of him.

I've even been in the thick fog that's completely dazed, and this kind of dream is nothing at all.

He didn't feel uncomfortable, he just felt relaxed in that dream. It was a kind of sincere relief and satisfaction that he couldn't help but want to laugh when he thought about it.

He saw that the people around him were getting better little by little, and this process of getting better was something he tried his best to achieve.

He came into this world once and left something as proof.

…

Luo Chi came back to his senses.

He thought about it carefully for a long time, and then rigorously painted out "once" quickly: "I'm back."

"I haven't played enough." He imitated Aunt Ren to speak, and the corners of his mouth pursed, "Hey, I'm back again."

He didn't have this kind of temper himself at all, but he learned Aunt Ren's tone so vividly that this sentence became quite reasonable.

Lian Mingweiting also smiled and touched his ear: "Why is it so cool."

Luo Chi was really happy this time.

He took a deep breath, the wind came from the sea, and the fresh rain and mist wrapped in the smell of grass and trees kept pouring into his body, causing him to suddenly have new thoughts.

He wanted to touch the rain.

He wanted to touch these things in front of him.

Instead of just looking at them from a distance, he wanted to touch them, to relive what it was like to be in touch with them.

Luo Chi slowly twisted his fingers.

He was scalded from the earlobe down to the neck, still relying on the sudden righteousness just now, he moved his hand little by little, and quickly tugged Mr. Shadow's shirt.

Mr. Shadow put his hands on the armrests of the reclining chair, and was looking down at him seriously. Before he could take his hand away, he held that hand firmly.

"The last one." Luo Chi whispered, "Sincerely."

Luo Chi was actually very embarrassed to ask his lucky fans this kind of question, but he was still hesitant: "How did I answer it?"

Ming Weiting recalled for a while and repeated it: "If these things happened, how can we make Huo Miao happy again?"

Luo Chi nodded hotly.

He is actually very happy, but he seems to be very easy to float, for example, he can't float right now.

The very greedy idea that seemed to have drifted away for an extraordinarily long time quietly began to loosen the ground again.

"I don't know." Ming Weiting said.

Luo Chi was startled: "I don't know?"

Ming Weiting nodded.

After that night of study, he has fully grasped the rules of the game: "The client fell asleep, and according to the rules, he refused to answer the truth."

Luo Chi immediately regretted that he couldn't do it: "Why is the client so unsatisfactory."

... Mr. Shadow actually nodded.

Luo Chi was so amused that he couldn't help laughing. He sighed quite realistically, and was about to fall back into the reclining chair to sleep when his neck was firmly stopped by a hand.

"Why are the parties so unhappy?"

Ming Weiting touched Luo Chi's forehead: "If you don't answer the truth, you can only take a big risk."

Luo Chi was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly opened his eyes.

…big Adventure?

Of course it's a big adventure!

Luo Chi didn't know what he was nervous about, but his heart was pounding.

"Big adventure." Ming Weiting asked softly, "Huo Miao, what do you want to say?"

Luo Chi still looked at him.

The words were buried in his chest, and the wind poured the fresh and cool rain mist into his body, so the words also resurfaced little by little, flowing down his throat.

On that rainy day, when he handed the painting to Mr. Shadow, what did he actually want to say?

He seems to have failed many times because he didn't have the courage to take a big risk. But it doesn't matter, he can try again.

He will try again.

He will speak of being heard.

Luo Chi looked at the corner of the terrace, which was very close to him, only a few steps away.

Although it was raining, a small cloud in the sky was lifted by the wind.

From the gaps in the lifted clouds, golden sunlight leaked from them and fell on the dark green leaves washed by the rain.

"I want to touch the rain. I haven't touched it in a long time. There's still a sun there, and I want to touch it too, it looks so warm and bright, I think I can touch..."

Luo Chi suddenly laughed, he took a deep breath and raised his eyes.

"Please give me a hand."

Luo Chi raised his eyes: "I want to stand up."

Ming Weiting hugged his shoulders, he supported Luo Chi's shoulders and pulled him up from the reclining chair, holding his hand firmly.