Chapter 39： conch

Those who followed Ren Chenbai did not dare to stop him.

The fate of the Luo family was there, and that Mr. Ming was obviously determined to make a move.

Their family has no business by sea, and there are always others who have to go by sea. Over the past few days, there have been many partners who had been close to each other suddenly no news, and the phone began to falter.

It wasn't until Ren Chenbai's unconscious struggles weakened that the head manager of the Ming family was about to let go and turned around and left the pier.

Only then did the assistant dare to breathe, and a few people hurried over to pick up the people in the water and drag them ashore.

Ren Chenbai was still angry, but he was not sober. He pulled the people around him and asked, "What conch?"

The assistant didn't know this, so he didn't care to answer him, but was busy helping people into the car and rushed to his own hospital.

Ren Chenbai kept asking questions on the road, and people were very restless. The assistant really had no choice but to take the sedative on the car and persuade him in a calm tone, "Mr. Ren, relax, and get some sleep..."

They had known that President Ren had not been sober lately. This thing has always been on hand in the car, and it was not the first time I used it.

Ren Chenbai looked at the approaching needle, and the person became even more annoyed and annoyed: "You dare!"

"I have no problem, I don't need this thing!" Ren Chenbai roared sharply, "Who asked you to use this for me? Go away! Let go—"

"President Ren, Mr. Ren." The assistant persuaded in a low voice with a bitter face, "Don't you always use this for Mr. Luo?"

They all knew that Ren Chenbai's current appearance was because of that Mr. Luo, so every time they found that Mr. Ren was getting restless, they would try their best to mention Luo Zhi to appease him: "This is a sedative, it's nothing, Mr. Luo will stop every time he finishes playing. It hurts..."

Ren Chenbai was pressed together by several people, watching the cold needle stick into the vein, the words the assistant said almost turned into some kind of loud, high-pitched noise beside his ear.

…it's nothing?

Wouldn't it be hard to beat it?

Obviously, there is still something to say and something to do, how can it feel good to be forced to watch the potion pour into the body, sober consciousness passing little by little? !

Ren Chenbai was almost furious. He struggled desperately to get up, but he quickly lost the strength to control his body.

…

When his consciousness began to gradually blur, the hateful assistant in front of him suddenly turned into his own face.

He saw that he was pressing Luo Zhi's shoulder and asked someone to use the injection, and he was still saying good things for Luo Zhi.

He saw Luo Zhi slowly become quiet and depraved in his arms, and the whole person suddenly felt a unease strong enough to suffocate.

He wanted Luo Zhi to wake up, shook the body vigorously, tightened his arms, and the body suddenly turned into pitch-black cold water, all of which were sprinkled on the ground without warning.

"Chen Bai." He heard his mother's voice, "Why are you called Huomiao Xiaozhi?"

He had no memory of what his mother had said to him.

He didn't care about anything else for the time being, just hurriedly tried to hold up the water, and he heard his mother's voice keep ringing.

His mother was talking to him in a tone that was unfamiliar in his memory.

"You are not allowed to look for Huo Miao again, and you are not allowed to see him again."

"It's my fault, I didn't teach you well."

"I'll find a psychiatrist for you."

"You are not allowed to look for the flames, you must let him go."

"Dust white, this is wrong."

The mother's tone became more and more tired and weak: "It shouldn't be done, how can you do this..."

...he knew, he knew, he knew.

He knew he was wrong.

Ren Chenbai tried to explain to his mother that he knew it was wrong, and he was trying to save it now.

Ren Chenbai knelt on the ground.

He tried to keep a puddle of water that he couldn't hold, but the palm of his hand was empty, there was no water, not even gravel.

The mother's voice was behind him, asking him in disbelief: "Chen Bai... Have you thrown the conch?"

…

Minglu took people back to the cruise ship.

The lights in the room were on, Ming Lu washed his hands a few times to make sure that there was no more oil stains, so he knocked on the door and walked in.

Ming Weiting was sitting beside the bed, doing handicrafts with Luo Chi.

Luo Chi was playing with a shell in his hand and looked up when he heard the door slam. He recognized Ming Lu, rolled his eyes, and said softly, "Uncle Lu."

Ming Lu called Mr. Sheng, and when he saw Ming Weiting nodded, he walked over.

The people on the cruise had gotten used to Luo Chi's state. Ming Lu squatted down and greeted Luo Chi well: "Huo Miao."

Luo Chi obviously liked the name, the smile in his eyes brightened immediately, and he stretched out his hand and gave him the shell generously.

Ming Lu's expression also softened, and he smiled and thanked Luo Chi.

He took the shell, carefully wrapped the shell with a handkerchief in front of Luo Chi, gave Luo Chi a special look, and put it in his pocket and put it away.

...Although we can only understand what happened in Wanghai Villa through video, Ming Lu is gradually able to understand why Ren Shuangmei likes this child very much.

In this world, there seem to be so many things that Luo Chi should be happy about.

Now Luo Chi can't remember a lot of things, and he often forgets new things. He even needs to be reminded every day to remember that he is called "Huo Miao", but he is still happy every day.

When he sees the waves, he is happy, the shape of the clouds is good, he is happy, and when the sun falls, it just falls on his palm, and he can play with his head down for a long time with interest.

…

If it wasn't for the intense tiredness and daze that almost overflowed from Luo Chi's consciousness when they hadn't woken up from every too long dream when they were not yet awake, they would have almost thought that there was a carefree person on board. little master.

Ming Weiting touched Luo Chi's finger, and when he opened his hand, he put a shell in his palm.

"Uncle Lu." Ming Weiting asked, "What happened?"

Ming Lu regained his senses and shook his head dumbly: "No hurry."

Since there is no hurry, it means that it is related to Luo Chi and cannot be said in front of Luo Chi.

Ming Weiting nodded and continued to concentrate on the craft.

He's still not good at this kind of work. Luo Chi's right hand can hardly exert much force, but it is still more flexible than him, and quickly found a suitable place for the shell.

Ming Weiting gave up pinching the shell, raised his hand, and gently pinched his earlobe.

Luo Chi was praised so much that he became more fighting spirit, and put down several shells steadily.

In just a few days, he has recovered very well. The fifth time he took the shell from Ming Weiting's hand, his fingers began to tremble slightly from exhaustion.

"Huo Miao." Ming Weiting shook his hand, and when Luo Chi noticed that he looked up and met his gaze, "Take a rest."

Luo Chi still wanted to give it a try and shook his head.

He didn't let Mingweiting help, but he lowered his head and tried slowly and patiently. I don't know how many times I picked it up, but I finally pinched the edge of the shell without letting it fall from my fingers.

Ming Lu couldn't help but wanted to help, but when he saw Ming Weiting shaking his head slightly, he had to withdraw his hand.

...Actually, Luo Chi didn't need to do this in such a hurry.

There is nothing urgent that must be done now. There is a lot of time for Luo Chi to recuperate and slowly recover from the state where he almost completely destroyed the foundation. Moreover, the reason for Luo Chi's weakness in his right hand is the lump in his skull. internal oppression. It's actually too late to wait until post-operative rehabilitation.

Although it will inevitably make the flexibility of the wrist and fingers worse, if you just want to ensure a normal life in the future, it is still completely sufficient.

However, Luo Chi doesn't seem to have such an idea.

At least Luo Chi, who left the dense fog and came out temporarily to breathe, had no such idea at all.

Luo Chi just looked at his hand intently, his right hand trembled uncontrollably, but he still held the shell.

Then, Luo Chi spent more time, finding the position bit by bit, and inlaying the shells on the pavilion that had begun to take shape.

…

After doing these things, Luo Chi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He still looked down, his body motionless, and the hand slowly slid down to exhaustion.

Ming Weiting caught the falling hand in time. He saw that Luo Chi's dizziness was starting to flare up again, and he stretched out his hand to gently embrace Luo Chi, trying not to be disturbed, so that his body soaked in cold sweat rested on his shoulders.

Luo Chi opened his eyes to look at him, his eyes bent slightly, and immediately closed hastily.

It wasn't until Luo Chi's breathing became stable again that Ming Weiting took the tissue from Ming Lu and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Two more than yesterday."

Luo Chi's right hand was still trembling slightly, but this time it was just due to exhaustion.

He heard Mingweiting's voice, slowly discerned the meaning of the content, and the corners of his mouth lifted up with great satisfaction.

"Two more." Luo Chi repeated Ming Weiting's words and reported to himself in a low voice, "Fire."

Minglu stood aside.

He suddenly figured out why Luo Chi had to do this.

Luo Chi's right hand can hold a paintbrush, strum the strings of a guitar like a dazzle, and can do many things that are difficult for normal people to do.

There are no shortcuts to playing the guitar, and no matter how talented you are, it takes time to grind, and it requires endless boring practice over and over again.

In the video of Wanghai Villa, there are large sections of Luo Chi himself practicing basic skills, and his fingers have been worn many times, and finally he can play the most difficult rhythm completely fluently.

Luo Chi, who came out to breathe, couldn't remember himself, but he still remembered to be responsible for the small cluster of dim and ethereal flames immersed in the thick fog.

Luo Chi rested for a while, then pulled Ming Weiting's clothes with his left hand.

The strength of his left hand was much clearer and more stable, and even though his strength was running out at this time, he still clearly conveyed his intentions.

Ming Weiting bowed his head: "Is there something you want to give me?"

Now Luo Chi doesn't like talking very much, and he doesn't have the strength to do too much action. The two of them have a lot of tacit understanding. Sometimes when Ming Lu saw Luo Chi pulling Ming Weiting's shirt, he would suspect that the young master was thinking of his husband as a telegraph machine.

Luo Chiyu was very satisfied with the telegraph, and after fumbling with his left hand behind him for a while, a conch appeared out of nowhere.

Ming Weiting accompanies him to do handicrafts for a day. Watching Luo Chi deliver shells everywhere, he didn't expect that he had left a bigger one for himself. He reached out and took it: "Is there a letter from Huo Miao?"

He, a fan, has become more and more proficient. Although one of the links has changed from "making handicrafts for idols" to "accompanying idols to do handicrafts for rehabilitation", the rest of the process is not affected and still remembers it very well.

Luo Chi was attracted by him to laugh, but shook his head: "No."

Ming Weiting asked, "Why?"

Luo Chi didn't speak again, just held Ming Weiting's hand and shook it suddenly.

The conch in Mingweiting's hand suddenly made a rustling sound.

He was a little curious, picked up the conch and took a closer look, only to find that Luo Chi had stuffed a lot of small shells into it.

The spiral inside the conch blocked the shells. Although they couldn't get out, they could slide and collide back and forth, making a not-so-crisp crashing sound.

Mingweiting held the conch and shook it back and forth several times.

Looking at the look of anticipation in Luo Chi's eyes, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, put the conch next to Luo Chi's left ear, and swayed back and forth with the frequency of opening: "Thank you."

Luo Chi said generously, and listened intently to the voice.

Not empty, the shells banged gently in the wobbly conch.

The snail stopped beside his ear, as if he could hear the wind and tide.

…

He finally ran out of energy.

Luo Chi was hugged and lay down, and the conch stopped shaking, but the regularity of the sound in his mind was hypnotizing, and his thoughts gradually became trance.

Tiredness is like a tide, rushing up quietly.

He still had medicine to take at night, and Ming Weiting couldn't let him fall asleep. He got up and went to the medicine box beside him to get medicine, but heard Ming Lu calling Luo Chi behind him.

Luo Chi didn't respond, lying on the bed with his eyes still slightly open.

Mingweiting didn't disturb him, he stopped and stood in place.

...When half asleep and half awake like this, Luo Chi would occasionally be too tired to be able to distinguish the two sides so clearly, but instead he was closer to the most real state.

Luo Chi, who doesn't remember anything, can laugh when he is happy, is born to be able to make people unable to help but follow him in a good mood, trying to find a way to make him happier... But the current Luo Chi is the real one.

The current Luo Chi was pale and quiet, disturbed by a good dream, dragged back from the sea by them involuntarily, and it would take a while to slowly figure out what happened.

Luo Chi lay quietly for a while, sat up a little by himself, and slowly looked around.

He sat motionless, looking at the shells like a stall beside the bed. After a long time, a little curiosity slowly appeared between the eyebrows, and he reached out and touched it lightly.

He seemed to like this work very much. He lowered his head and studied it for a long time. He wanted to put the rest of the shells on it, only to find that his right hand seemed to be unresponsive.

Ming Weiting went back to the bed and held his hand.

Luo Chi's drooping eyelashes trembled. He looked like he wanted to raise his head immediately, but his body couldn't get up quickly, so he had to take twice as long to finally raise his head.

When he saw the person sitting in front of him, his eyes also lit up faintly.

"Shadow." Luo Chi recognized him again, "Mr. Shadow."

His voice is now lighter than when he is awake, and his speech rate is slower, as if it takes a lot of effort to even speak.

Ming Weiting imitated him: "Mr. Huo Miao."

Luo Chi couldn't help but pursed the corners of his lips.

He felt as if he had slept for a long time again, but he still felt sleepy, his head was a little heavy, and his memories were all cluttered together.

Mingweiting brought him medicine and water, and he swallowed them all.

"Right leg." Luo Chi remembered and asked after taking the medicine, "Is it for the leg?"

He saw Ming Weiting nodded, and tried to move his arm again, but found that his right hand still couldn't move: "I fell hard?"

Ming Weiting was startled, then nodded lightly and stroked Luo Chi's hair.

The usual Luo Chi couldn't remember to ask himself what was wrong, nor did he feel the need to ask. Although I can only take five shells so far, need infusions, injections, and take a lot of medicine, I still feel confident that I am very healthy.

Luo Chi, who remembered everything, couldn't make sense of these memories for the time being. Because his right leg couldn't move, he occasionally thought that he had just fallen off the second floor and was still recovering from his injuries at Wanghai Villa.

"It doesn't matter." Ming Weiting assured him, "If you take care of your body like this, you will recover soon."

Ming Weiting told him: "It will become very healthy."

Luo Chi thought for a while, then nodded slowly.

He actually didn't care much about this, but he still knew that Yu Fang was taking care of himself, thanked him softly, and then his eyes fell on the conch in Ming Weiting's hand again.

Luo Chi looked hesitant and asked softly, "I did it?"

Ming Weiting looked down and was about to answer, but was suddenly stopped by Minglu who was beside him with a gesture.

Ming Lu approached and whispered a few words to him quickly.

Ming Weiting gradually frowned.

He didn't know why he said that, but he didn't ask much, just nodded: "Yeah, I picked it up."

"I found it." Ming Weiting said, "So I'm here to pick you up."

Luo Chi was obviously stunned by this answer for a while.

He looked at Mingwei Pavilion, and he instinctively felt that there was something awkward in it. Maybe it's logic, maybe it's time—or maybe memory has another branch here, and there is another answer that is obviously different.

He wanted to believe this answer too much, thinking that the fog in his mind almost turned into boiling steam, and in an instant, it turned into cold sweat and poured out all.

He fell on Mr. Shadow's arm, struggled to sit up again, and squeezed that hand with all his strength.

"No." Luo Chi whispered, "Don't tell Aunt Ren."

Luo Chi grabbed his arm. It was the first time that he used such obvious strength on his hand. His joints were bluish and white, and he was trembling: "Don't tell Aunt Ren..."

He heard Mr. Shadow's answer, and his blurred consciousness finally relaxed. Before he could say more, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

…

Ming Weiting was still sitting beside Luo Chi's bed.

He held Luo Chi Xu's curled hand, next to the conch full of shells, took the computer that Ming Lu hurriedly took with one hand, and put it on his lap.

"The young master is at Wanghai Villa, where he has been recovering from his injury for three months." Minglu whispered, "At that time—"

Ming Weiting nodded: "I know."

Minglu was about to say something but stopped, and he stopped talking because of his thoughts.

Ming Weiting looked at Luo Chi who was asleep, and he put the conch beside Luo Chi's pillow.

...he already knew very well what had happened during that time.

Luo Chi was pushed down from the second floor by the woman of Luo's family, broke his leg, and was brought back to Wanghai Villa by Mrs. Ren to raise the injury for three months. It was also at that time that he learned the guitar.

It was also at that time that Mrs. Ren insisted on making things clear for Luo Chi at the time, and she had a complete standoff with the Luo family, and she also broke off contacts with friends who had been with her for many years.

Luo Chi dragged her injured leg and was led upstairs by Ren Chenbai to see Mrs. Ren who was sorting out the torn photos alone.

That is, from that day on, Luo Chi began to learn not to be wronged.

Luo Chi no longer makes trouble, no longer refutes, no longer makes it clear.

How much effort Mrs. Ren took to teach him to talk about pain again.

Ming Weiting looked at the picture in the video.

It seems to be preparing for a bonfire party, and many things are already piled up in the room.

Mrs. Ren was very happy, with Luo Chi who was even happier than her.

While the two were preparing to steal snacks, Luo Chi was so excited that he even forgot to pretend that his legs were bad. It took me several steps to remember, and I jumped on one leg several times to make up for it.

…

Luo Chi stood on one leg, looking at his aunt Ren with red ears.

Aunt Ren looked at the sky and hummed, pretending not to notice.

This time, Luo Chi's whole body was red, and he was about to run on one leg, but Aunt Ren pulled him back and nodded his head: "What does Xiao Huo Miao want most?"

Luo Chi didn't understand, his eyes widened.

"Xiao Huo Miao gave Aunt Ren so many gifts." Aunt Ren deliberately lengthened her voice, "What does Xiao Huo Miao want?"

Luo Chi shook his head vigorously, he didn't want anything, and was about to explain, but suddenly a conch was shoved into his arms.

Aunt Ren stood in front of him and looked at him with a smile.

"Wish Conch." Aunt Ren told him quietly, "Write a letter and put it in and hide it."

Luo Chi had already guessed a bit—of course he could guess that Aunt Ren was going to give him a gift, but he was afraid that he would be embarrassed to say that he was no longer a child, so he definitely knew that there was no immortal living in the conch shell.

He shouldn't hide anything, Aunt Ren must be especially worried about him, so he came up with this method.

Luo Chi knew that he had to reflect, but he couldn't care about it for the time being. He was so happy that everyone was hot: "Where are you hiding?"

"Hide - hide behind the reef." Aunt Ren thought for a while, "Hide there and write down what Little Huo Miao wants most."

"As long as you write, you can achieve it, and you can achieve anything you write."

Aunt Ren assured confidently: "Really, really, really."

Luo Chi pursed his lips in amusement. He had never played this kind of game, so he couldn't help but follow along with childishly: "Really, really?"

Aunt Ren laughed and shouted, "Really, really!"

The two suddenly began to repeat "really" endlessly, foreheads touching their foreheads, and they kept laughing with joy until their stomachs started to hurt.

"Mrs. Ren saw the calendar in the room and guessed the countdown."

Minglu has seen these videos and sorted out his previous situation: "That's why I thought of this method."

-Mrs. Ren guessed, Luo Chi counted down those stolen days carefully while counting down to himself.

Just steal three months, three whole months.

Then it must be returned immediately, and it must not be too much.

Mrs. Ren guessed that Luo Chi was counting the days, so on the last day of the third month, Mrs. Ren specially found a place with the most people by the sea, and held the most lively bonfire party for Luo Chi.

What wish does Mrs. Ren want Luo Chi to write in the conch?

Luo Chi didn't know either.

Probably because he was so happy that day, he was so happy that he felt a little dizzy, and he went back to the room dizzy, forgetting to jump on one leg.

Luo Chi hugged the conch so happy that he couldn't sleep.

He found the best-looking paper and pen, and wrote one of the wildest, most daring, and most greedy wishes on it, stroke by stroke.

Luo Chi even reverently made a wish to the conch before carefully writing it on the piece of paper.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Huo Miao."

"Please take me home."