MTL - They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes-Chapter 67 dissecting

Some people look like they're reasoning, but they're almost cooked.

The weather has fallen, the day is hot and the night is cool, and the temperature at night is very comfortable.

The fireplace does not need to burn for the time being, just the soft ambient light is on.

Ming Chi hugged his right knee on the sofa, his arms overlapped and half of his face was buried, firmly believing that the little spark popping out of his chest could burn the fireplace directly if he scorched inside.

Mr. Shadow did not speak.

Mr. Shadow didn't even speak.

Ming Chi was heartbroken, and finally decided not to just talk, but quietly moved his arms to support the sofa, ready to let Mr. Shadow experience the strength that will come at that time.

He has recovered quite well these days, and he has enough energy to do what he says, just as he is about to take off from the sofa, the support under his palm is suddenly empty.

Although Mr. Shadow didn't speak, he didn't know when he stood up and moved his hand before him.

Mingchi was picked up from the sofa.

Of course, this is not the first time - you can tell from the hand he automatically and skillfully hugs Mr. Shadow's shoulder, Ming Chi's body is obviously more experienced than his own.

Not only after the operation, but during the period of recuperating his body before the operation, he must have been hugged by Mr. Shadow too.

It's just... this time, some people just happened to be hot, and if you ran around a little bit, the fireplace could set you on fire.

Mingchi could almost feel that his hand was burning on Mr. Shadow's neck. He wanted to withdraw his hand to cool down, but before he could move, he was tightened by the arms behind him.

Ming Weiting was looking down at his eyes.

This action must be bidirectional. When Ming Weiting looked at him, his figure also fell into Mingchi's eyes.

"Do you want to pay in advance?" Ming Weiting raised his hand and touched his eyelashes, "Experience it once?"

Ming Chi blinked his eyes, and his eyes lit up quickly. He quickly understood what Mr. Shadow meant, and he was afraid of burning the other party's body, who was withdrawing a little while later, without hesitation, and hugged Ming Weiting's shoulders firmly.

"Uncle Lu." Ming Weiting hugged him and got up, "I'll take the flame back to the room."

Ming Lu nodded with a smile, and waved at Ming Chi, who was already excited.

…

Mr. Shadow must have secretly rehearsed himself.

Mr. Shadow must have also secretly planned how to pick him up and run, all the way from the sofa, through the stairs, and back to the room.

Mr. Shadow must also want to catch him who rushed over.

Although the sequence of the process has been slightly adjusted, so that he jumped into his arms first and then rushed upstairs, but the effect was still quite exciting and exciting, even more exciting than Mingchi expected to rush up-he could feel Mr. Shadow's heartbeat, His heart knocked on the door across his chest, and was immediately greeted with the same unabashed bluntness.

Mr. Shadow took him back to the room. Of course, this amount of exercise would not make anyone tired, but at the moment they didn't want to move or do anything.

So the two of them lay side by side on the big bed with their hands spread out, and he rested on Mr. Shadow's shoulder.

The breeze was breezy, and the moonlight sent silhouettes of flowers and plants into the room, and they watched the stars twinkling in the sky outside the terrace.

"Oh my god." Ming Chi stared at Xingxing and couldn't move his eyes, so he couldn't help but whisper, "Why is it so good?"

Ming Weiting turned his head to look at him with a particularly obvious smile in his eyes, and repeated in a low voice, "Why is it so good."

"Mr. Shadow learns from me every day."

Mingchi was so happy that he couldn't help but drift to reason: "At this time, you have to have your own creativity, and it's time to say something new."

Ming Weiting cooperated very well and thought about it: "It's not that good either."

Ming Chi didn't mean that either. He opened his eyes wide and turned to look at him.

They were so close that they turned almost face to face, and could feel the warm air from their breath stroke the slight itch on their eyelashes.

…

The temperature that had finally dropped began to sway and rise again, Ming Chi quickly blinked his eyes, and was about to turn his head back again under the pretense of calmness, but his raised hand was already behind his neck.

"Every day in the future will be better than today."

Ming Weiting said softly: "After fifty years, when writing a diary, there will be 20,000 things better than today."

Ming Chi couldn't take precautions, and was suddenly targeted with precision.

With an "ah", he pressed his chest, slowly blinked his eyes, and looked at Mr. Shadow who was close at hand.

Ming Weiting touched his ear and suddenly smiled.

Ming Chi was looking at the shadow that fell in his eyes, when he was suddenly embraced by the smiling shadow, and before he could return to his senses, Ming Weiting's hand was already behind him.

Ming Weiting turned around completely and took him into his arms: "Flame."

Mingchi wanted to respond, but he couldn't find his mouth for a while, so he had to pinch Mr. Shadow's shirt and tug.

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your promise." Ming Weiting waited for a few seconds, then continued, "Some people say that I am a very black-hearted creditor."

Ming Chi couldn't help laughing: "Who is it?"

Ming Weiting looked down at him, and his eyes seemed to be filled with stars that jumped in from the window. This time he didn't learn Mingchi's words again: "A person I like very much."

Ming Weiting said: "The person who made me start writing a journal."

He is not the captain of a fixed ship, nor does he have the habit of writing logbooks.

The logbook was written by people on land, because it was not the original state of life, so it was necessary to write a logbook to distinguish and record it for later reference.

"No matter what kind of life it is, once it's your norm, you don't specifically want to document it."

Ming Weiting said softly, "My life is very monotonous."

There will be many different scenery on the sea, and there will be many people who come and go, get on and off the boat.

But when you live at sea, and this life becomes your normal, you don't appreciate them, you don't feel how special and desirable they are.

But if you are next to a fire, everything suddenly becomes different.

Ming Weiting actually thought about this for many days, and he kept thinking about where things became special. How could he mind Mingchi insisting on taking care of himself and not asking others to help him? If there was a button that could make Mingchi recover and become completely healthy in an instant, he would press it immediately without hesitation.

At the entrance, seeing Mingchi adjust his posture neatly, stand up firmly with his cane, and see the bright smile in his eyes, he didn't think about anything at all.

He couldn't think of anything else, just wanted to respond to that laugh. If I want to pick someone up, I run back to the room, lie on the bed for a while without doing anything, I want to hold Ming Chi together and talk quietly for a while, and tell the other party how cool and powerful he is.

It's just that Mr. Huo Miao suddenly started a small class, so the progress of the whole plan was slightly delayed by a few minutes.

"I didn't make it clear what I said to you on the way home."

Ming Weiting said: "I know that you can take care of yourself completely without the help of others. That's not what I want to say."

Ming Chi was hot and tried to raise his hand: "...also used, I don't know the way."

Ming Weiting smiled, he held that hand, lowered his gaze, and gently kissed Mingchi's knuckles again.

There was a special elegance to the kiss this time. Mingchi rarely saw this side of Mr. Shadow, but he knew very well that this side must exist—even though they were still lounging on the bed, this action pulled him into another places—the oceans, the rising and setting of the sun, the ships that travel the world.

"We can each live."

Ming Weiting said: "I will do what the husband of the Ming family should do step by step. If you are not sick, you will be able to take care of yourself long ago, you will travel around and live the life you like, and you can be alone. Live cooler than anyone else."

Ming Chi blinked, he wanted to speak, but he realized that Mr. Shadow had not finished speaking, so he swallowed what he had to say.

Ming Weiting remembered what he said just now, and further added: "Travel around with the navigation on, ask for directions and live the life you like."

Mingchi couldn't help laughing: "It's too easy to get lost!"

"It's okay to get lost." Ming Weiting also smiled and touched his ears, "Wherever you go, someone will like you."

Mingchi's ears were a little warm from his touch, but the wind at night seemed to be a little cold. He pursed the corners of his mouth for a while, and moved to Mr. Shadow's side unconsciously.

"It was the trajectory of fate that was unfair to you and set things up for twists and turns, and we've fixed it now."

Ming Weiting pulled the quilt to cover him, paused, and then continued: "Then we return to the original trajectory, and we can still live each other's lives. I still do the things I did in the past, and there will be no what is the problem."

Mingchi's expression became more and more serious, he frowned slightly, took Mr. Shadow's hand and gently pulled it twice, wanting to sit up with him.

Ming Weiting didn't move, he just continued to speak, as if these words had been written for a long time, and there was no chance to continue speaking after a slight interruption or pause.

"I have prepared a ninety-five-page plan and want to chase stars again, but the ninety-five pages will always be finished."

"I was invited by you as a friend to learn how to make bread and shrimp dumplings with you, but no matter how difficult the cooking skills are, one day I can master them."

"Uncle Lu and I are your family, but the family will also have their own careers and lives."

Ming Weiting said: "I wish you a speedy recovery and hope that you are fully healthy. But I find that I'm feeling uneasy about 'you don't need to be looked after' - I've been trying to find the source of that unease. "

Ming Chi lay back with his arms on his back, he listened carefully, and suddenly couldn't help asking, "Have you found the answer?"

"I found it." Ming Weiting nodded, "You answered me."

When he heard Ming Chi whisper "Someone is waiting for me to go home", he found that he had finally found the answer. The fire was always sharper than he was, with some kind of natural instinct to hit the core.

"It's not these that I'm really upset about." Ming Weiting said, "It's that I want to have a place by your side."

Ming Chi was stunned, and opened his eyes slightly.

Ming Weiting raised his hand, bent his fingers, and lightly touched Mingchi's eyelashes.

His life was monotonous, and there was nothing wrong with that monotony.

He grew up like this, and he continued to be Mr. Ming in the same way. After encountering Ming Chi, everything changed, and the fire dyed everything with a special, extra bright color... So he started to keep a journal.

But even if one day, he can't find any suitable identity to stay by the fire - although this assumption is almost impossible, but if it does happen - it is not impossible for him to return to his original life In the pace, continue to walk through this life.

It wasn't that he couldn't do it, it was just that he suddenly began to feel uneasy because of this assumption at a certain time of day.

He suddenly found that he was very much looking forward to fulfilling Ming Chi's assumption—he could wait at the place where Ming Chi would go back every day, always there, waiting for the fire to come home every day.

"Oops." Ming Weiting was silent for a while, then lowered his head and smiled, "My father taught me that greed is a taboo."

Ming Chi wrapped the quilt and continued to move little by little.

He finally moved to the point where he could wrap Mr. Shadow with the quilt, so he did just that, and when the quilt covered the two of them, he pressed his forehead to Mr. Shadow's chin hotly.

"How can you be disturbed by such a thing?" Mingchi put his hand on Mr. Shadow's back and patted it lightly, muttering in a low voice, "I only have one day to forget to go home, right?"

That's not what Ming Weiting wanted to say at all. He smiled and held Mingchi to lift the person up from the quilt, so that those eyes could see him: "Then."

"The next fifty years, or more." Ming Weiting asked, "Can I continue to wait every day?"

Ming Chi raised his head in a daze, met Ming Weiting's gaze, and moved his throat slightly.

He almost couldn't help but want to speak, but Mr. Shadow raised his hand to cover his eyes. There was a temperature close to the fall, and then stopped moving, his heart in his chest began to hear the neighbor knocking on the door again.

"Don't be in a hurry to answer, Huo Miao, you have to get better first."

Ming Weiting said: "You have encountered very bad things, and I know that even if you forget, you still remember."

This sentence is a bit strange, but Mingchi can understand it.

He has forgotten those things, everything has been deleted and become blank, but the instinctive habits left behind, the inexplicable feeling that occasionally pops up, will not disappear in an instant with such decisiveness.

His current self is the one who has experienced twenty-three years of his life, and these twenty-three years, whether he remembers it or not, will leave traces.

It is all the traces of these 23 years that have shaped him now.

"I guess." Mingchi hasn't seen those letters yet, but he has basically been able to guess the general situation, and took the conversation seriously, "There is a flame that is about to go out."

Mingchi whispered: "Some kind-hearted people rescued him and picked him up."

Ming Weiting thought for a while: "No."

Ming Chi was surprised: "No?"

"Not a good-hearted person." Ming Weiting said, "He is a black-hearted creditor."

Ming Weiting took the initiative to tell him about it: "Taking advantage of this time, this black-hearted creditor corrupted 134 of his paintings and 50 other IOUs."

Ming Chi opened his eyes under his palm.

Eyelashes tickled on the palm of his hand, Ming Weiting's expression softened, he smiled, and moved his palm away: "So... at this time, no matter what, I can't deceive you any more."

Mingchi pulled his thoughts back from fifty IOUs—for some unknown reason, he always had a vague intuition, and 80% of the time he sold himself decisively while counting the money.

"It's okay?" Ming Chi straightened his shoulders and tried to prove himself, "I'm healed after the surgery."

Ming Weiting shook his head: "It does matter."

For the past few years, the fire has been surrounded by an unbreakable darkness. Except for the three years she was cared for by Mrs. Ren, she had hardly been to any interesting places or met any interesting people.

So Ming Chi has to see it first.

It has nothing to do with what he thinks, whether he is uneasy or not - Ming Chi must first live a normal life, experience the joyful things he should have experienced, and meet a lot of people.

He is honored to be filled in the blank of Mingchi's life, but this blank should contain more things that should have been touched a long time ago.

That fire should be free first.

Until then... If Mingchi still thinks that going home to find Mr. Shadow is the happiest, and still thinks that people like him are not boring, they can get along day and night to spend their whole life together.

At that time, if he still has this honor.

Ming Weiting slowly told Ming Chi these words, seeing the other party's increasingly serious expression, he couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and tapped his forehead: "It's not for you to go by yourself."

"Black-hearted creditors, always seek some privileges for themselves." Ming Weiting said warmly, "I will accompany you to a more free place and meet more very interesting and powerful people."

Mingchi breathed a sigh of relief immediately, looking at him with a very serious expression: "Mr. Shadow is the most interesting and powerful."

Mingweiting was dumbfounded, he bent down, closed his eyes, and put his forehead on Mingchi's forehead.

"If I have this honor... Until then, you still feel that way."

Ming Weiting said softly, "Fire."

He is not a very generous and generous man.

Mingchi must first enjoy absolute and unfettered freedom.

If Mingchi has something he likes and wants to do more, and someone who appreciates and like-minded people more in the future, he will absolutely respect Mingchi's wishes and be the best friend and family member of him forever.

…

But at that time, he would still be Mr. Shadow of Flame.

If he has this honor.

Ming Weiting looked at him: "Every day you follow, when they are recorded in the log, they will contain my name."