Chapter 56： gentlemen

Luo Chi slept differently this night than usual.

It's not like being awake in a dream, and you don't have so much energy to control the thoughts in your mind. Like a dark shoal before dawn, full of danger, it is impossible to see whether the underwater is turbulent or a reef.

He was used to taking risks in these dreams, until the long night passed, and it would be better at dawn.

But this time, Luo Chi was holding something in his hand.

I don't know what it is, but I only know that the touch is soft, and there is a constant force that has been penetrating from above.

He followed slowly, and the road ahead became interesting, the shadow of the lamp hugging him on the water, and the school of fish gently bumping his legs under the water.

Luo Chi suddenly wanted to catch up to see it clearly. He tried to run, and the current pushed him forward. No problem, his direction has been very clear, quite smooth, he accelerated his speed, aimed at the shadow in front of him and jumped up...

Luo Chi woke up from the dream.

He opened his eyes, froze for two seconds, and gradually opened his eyes.

Luo Chi has always believed that he must be very honest when sleeping at night - after all, his physical fitness is here, even if he is rolled up in the quilt, he can only be pushed to and fro on the bed.

Luo Chi regarded it as a dream, quickly closed his eyes and fell back asleep, and only opened them little by little after another two seconds.

Luo Chi was hot and motionless, he held his breath, raised his eyes more cautiously bit by bit, and aimed at Mr. Shadow, who was hugging him like a guitar.

Mingweiting seemed to have been awake for a long time.

He was looking at a few paper documents, and suddenly Luo Chi rushed over to his shoulders in his sleep and hugged him tightly.

Ming Weiting put down the information in his hand, turned around, and said slowly: "Three years old—"

Luo Chi wanted to slide back into the quilt immediately, but Mr. Shadow's hand was already behind him, and it seemed that it was very easy to make him into a quilt roll.

Mr. Ming's judgment standard this time was much more forgiving, and he denied himself: "You can hold him when you grow up."

Ming Weiting touched his hair: "You can hold him even at the age of 23."

Luo Chi breathed a sigh of relief. He was still quite concerned about the negotiation yesterday, and of course nodded without hesitation: "Ninety-three is fine."

He slept all night, not knowing that he had several headaches in the early hours of the morning. When tossing and turning back and forth, he unconsciously pressed against the pillow, and his hair was pressed a little. With the current action, it seemed that there was no convincing in terms of age at all.

Ming Weiting was trying to straighten out the short hair that was upturned, and his movements seemed to stop in this sentence, and then the other hand also made up, carefully holding Luo Chi out of the bed and quilt.

Ming Weiting supported him against the head of the bed and touched his forehead: "Ninety-three years old."

The force behind him is soft, and the attack is gentle enough that the dizziness is only fleeting. Luo Chi calmed down and blinked slightly.

Ming Weiting looked into his eyes: "Can you?"

Luo Chi also looked at him, his ears flushed: "Yes."

Ming Weiting suddenly laughed, the strength in his hands suddenly increased, and it was rare that he ruffled Luo Chi's hair. Luo Chi was no longer dizzy now, and was swayed by him, and couldn't stop laughing: "Yes, yes..."

At the age of twenty, Luo Chi actually only did one thing.

He copied a perpetual calendar in his room, copying it from dawn to dark, and his hands were sore when he copied it, and he finally finished copying every day for the next sixty years. Use a brush to smear the next day every day, so that you will have motivation.

Luo Chi thought sadly, how come there are so many days.

I had no energy when I woke up. Luo Chi couldn't sit still with a smile, was held by Mr. Shadow, rested for a while with his eyes closed, and quietly pressed his hand on his chest.

... Auntie.

In his original vision, there was an unreachable end point, and he had to work very hard, and no matter how tired he was, he could not stop wading through the water.

If he is lucky enough not to be swallowed by the turbulence hidden under the dangerous reef, he can slowly make it to that day, and then finally can relax into the water and never stand up again.

I don't know when, the end that he put there suddenly disappeared.

I don't even want to look for the perpetual calendar that I finally copied. The brush didn't stop there, and it still threw it out in one go, until it had crossed the edge of the paper.

There are so many things he wants to do, and there are only so many days, no matter how you look at it, it is not enough.

Luo Chi pressed his chest, and he whispered to Aunt Ren as he thought, thinking very quietly.

aunt.

We lived together until the age of ninety-three.

…

The weather finally cleared up today.

Several days of rain washed the sky completely, turning it into a blue without impurities, like an invisible piece of paint that has never been used before.

The water in this weather turns a pure green, the waves are almost completely transparent when they rise, and there are white sprays when photographed.

Lucky fans finally seized the rare opportunity, and when the hottest part of noon passed, they set up umbrellas in the shady corner shaded by reefs.

This beach is a private beach in Wanghai Villa. Unless the owner specially invites it, no one else will approach it rashly—but it does not mean that there are no other creatures at all. For example, scallops and conch shells left behind by the sea at high tide, and stray crabs that are no bigger than a finger can be seen with their claws and claws.

Luo Chi was finally able to come out of the room to breathe, and was ambitious to help, only to find that he could not get involved at all when he came out.

The beach here is quite clean, the sand is fine, and there is hardly a single stone to be found. These days, as soon as the rain stopped, it was intensified by the sun for a long time, and it became warmer and softer.

Luo Chi couldn't even stand on the soft beach, so he had to take the popsicle that Uncle Lu had put in, and Mr. Shadow carried him under the reef, lifted the stones around him to fight with the crabs.

When Mingwei Pavilion came over, Luo Chi just won a small crab with a small wooden stick from Uncle Lu, and chased the opponent into a waterway that could return to the sea.

Seeing the familiar shadow falling beside him, Luo Chi immediately put down the small wooden stick and raised his head quickly.

Because he was going to play at the beach, Mr. Shadow didn't wear a shirt today, but also changed into loose casual clothes, which looked softer and more relaxed than usual.

But if you think about it carefully, Luo Chi usually doesn't think he is strict at all.

Luo Chi is actually not afraid of strict people. As long as he's not the moody, stern and totally unreasonable type, the stricter the person, the more disciplined he likes to get along with.

The founder's grandfather who is far abroad is strict, and Aunt Ren is also strict when he is abroad. Luo Chi was five years old when he saw Aunt Ren for the first time, on this beach. The Ren family held a beach party, and several boys jumped up and down to chase and fight. When they were crazy, they rolled into a ball, causing a lot of trouble for the guests.

... Later, those boys were all taken away by Auntie Ren and punished.

Luo Chi was building a sand castle with his sister at that time, and it happened to be nearby. He witnessed Aunt Ren's aura with his own eyes.

He occasionally chatted quietly with Uncle Lu, and in fact, he also caught a glimpse of Mr. Ming's fierce style outside, and was gearing up to paint a picture.

He actually wanted to paint a lot of pictures for Mr. Shadow, and he wanted to paint Mr. Shadow at every time, every outfit, and every state.

Ming Weiting squatted down and touched his forehead: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Luo Chi smiled and shook his head: "Super comfortable."

The sea breeze will hardly allow the unbearable heat to exist, and it will be cool as long as it is out of the sun.

Before the shadow of the reef slowly turned around, this beach was also fried by the sun, and the water had already evaporated, so it would not be cold and damp.

Ming Weiting looked at his rather good complexion, and he was relieved. He didn't remove his hand immediately, and pulled Luo Chi's forehead up: "It's a bit long."

Luo Chi actually felt the same way. He has kept the simplest short hair all these years, and now the length is always unaccustomed, and the back of the neck and the eyelashes are often tickled by the ends of the hair.

But he's going to have surgery soon, and he'll have to shave it off anyway. There are only a few days left, and there is no need to take care of it.

Luo Chi put his forehead on the palm of Mingwei Pavilion, and put all his hopes on the future outlook: "Don't want this hairstyle in the future."

Ming Weiting was slightly surprised by his action, so he smiled lightly, and simply sat with him on the beach, so that Luo Chi could comfortably press his hand.

"What hairstyle do you want?" the lucky fan asked seriously, "I take notes."

Luo Chi was comfortable in the first place, but it was even more comfortable to hold it against his hand. He relaxed and said casually, "Dye it golden brown, then weave it in dirty braids, and go all the way here."

He gestured on his chest and continued to reverie: "Colored wooden beads as decoration, red turban, and then..."

Ming Weiting asked, "Go to the Caribbean to sail?"

Luo Chi was a little surprised, and suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head: "Mr. Shadow, do you also watch movies?"

"I just started watching it a few days ago." Ming Weiting helped him push his forehead away, revealing his forehead, "You said on the show that your favorite movie is Pirates of the Caribbean."

Mr. Ming is well-informed, and after a little pondering, he corrected it: "There is a certain element of beautification, and real pirates are not the same."

Luo Chi was surprised for a while, couldn't help laughing, and nodded: "I haven't seen this movie."

Ming Weiting was slightly startled, he stood up and walked under the reef, finding a suitable position and letting Luo Chi lean on him.

The beach is not easy to focus on. Luo Chi was originally left on the beach chair to rest, but he turned over the small crabs under the stones and moved out a long way before he knew it.

Luo Chi supported his body with his left hand, and his back was already a little stiff. Being held by Mr. Shadow's shoulders, the strength of the body was completely relaxed, and it was comfortable to breathe out lightly.

"That question, I originally wanted to answer "The Pianist at Sea"."

Luo Chi thought about it for a while and found the memory: "But the next program interaction arrangement is to dress up a person as the captain of the Pirates of the Caribbean, so I said it according to the script."

Luo Chi still thought the dress was cool at the time. Hearing that it had beautifying elements, he couldn't help but regret: "Is the captain really different?"

Lucky fans paused for a moment, then changed their words with unusual calmness: "It can be the same."

Luo Chi opened his eyes slightly. Originally, he was distracted while talking and thinking about painting for Mr. Shadow, but now he couldn't stop his imagination, and he made himself laugh until he couldn't stop: "No, no, no..."

Ming Weiting didn't know what he was thinking, but seeing Luo Chi so happy, his expression softened, and he touched his hair: "If you are interested, you can go to the Caribbean Sea in the future."

It's not as dangerous as the movie makes it out to be. On the contrary, the sea is perfect for diving and surfing, and when the weather is nice, the water is exceptionally clear blue.

There are many sunken ships sleeping underwater, and schools of fish will lead divers into deep sea caves. There are beautiful natural stalactites in it. Only when you really enter those mysterious caves will you know how spectacular and shocking the scene is.

Ming Weiting slowly told him that Luo Chi was still thinking about whether to take time to watch "Pirates of the Caribbean". He was instantly attracted by what Mr. Shadow described, and he became more and more fascinated by it: "Is diving easy to learn?"

"It's not easy, but it's not difficult." Ming Weiting thought about it and described it objectively, "It depends on whether you can overcome your fear."

Many people's fear of the deep sea is innate, the deep and mysterious feeling of sinking and falling that seems to be endless, even if they imagine it, they will inevitably feel suffocated.

Mingweiting paused for a moment, and then added: "When I was young, I was also afraid of the deep sea."

Luo Chi was measuring the degree of his fear, and how long and how much practice it would take to overcome. Hearing this, he turned around in surprise: "Really?"

Mingweiting nodded: "The first time I dived, I saw a sunken ship at the bottom of the water. The sunken ship was very similar to the ship I lived in."

Luo Chi supported the beach and turned around, listening intently to what he said.

Ming Weiting was looked at so seriously by him, with a smile in his eyes: "It doesn't matter."

He stopped to recall for a moment, and then continued: "It was just that I was too young at that time and had nightmares for a few nights, thinking that I was sleeping in that sunken ship."

This old fact is so old that Ming Weiting can't even remember it. I went to Uncle Lu to ask, and I was going to play Truth or Dare with Luo Chi next time to answer the question of "saying something about Mr. Shadow's past".

Now tell it as a story to relieve Luo Chi. In the evening, he will disturb Uncle Lu to rest and ask for something new.

Ming Weiting suddenly stopped talking, raised his hand, and tapped Luo Chi's eyebrows: "Thank you, Uncle Lu."

"Thank you, Uncle Lu." Luo Chi repeated without even thinking about it, and then he remembered and asked, "Why?"

Luo Chi immediately diverged his associations, connected the context reasonably, and continued the next episode: "Have a nightmare, so did you go to sleep with Uncle Lu?"

Ming Weiting didn't have this habit and shook his head: "I have slept by myself since I was three years old."

He recited and repeated the original words that Luo Chi had said, and Luo Chi's figure followed.

Thinking of the self who had sworn at that time, and thinking of what happened when he woke up this morning, Luo Chi couldn't explain it completely, and his enthusiasm quickly seeped into his collar along the back of his ear: "Really!"

"Me too." Ming Weiting showed a smile in his eyes. He handed over one of his hands and let Luo Chi try to bury it in the sand as revenge, and continued to say, "I changed boats later."

"After changing the ship, I no longer have nightmares, but the fear of the deep sea is still there." Ming Weiting said, "Later, my father asked me to take me to deal with the sunken ship."

Luo Chi had buried his hand halfway in the sand. Hearing this, his chest moved slightly, and he raised his eyes.

"Sinking." Luo Chi thought for a while before asking, "How to deal with it?"

"Salvage, dismantling, and recycling of valuable parts. There are precious treasures, and they will be properly stored after restoration.

Ming Weiting said: "The remaining waste will be sent to the smelting furnace for complete destruction."

They seemed to be talking about a sunken ship, but for some reason, Luo Chi seemed to be slowly thinking of something else.

Luo Chi looked at Mr. Shadow's hand. The hand was buried halfway in the fine sand, but there was still a vague outline, but this outline was beginning to become unclear.

Ming Weiting thought he was tired, so he took over the follow-up work. The other hand just dipped some fine sand to bury it, but was stopped by Luo Chi: "When dismantling."

Luo Chi paused and sorted out his thoughts: "When dismantling, if there is a structure that you don't want to break, what should you do?"

"Is the hull structure?" Ming Weiting pondered for a while, "There is no way, the loss during the dismantling process is unavoidable."

Luo Chi asked: "You don't want to break it?"

Ming Weiting was slightly startled, raised his eyes to look at Luo Chi.

He didn't actually think about this issue - in fact, before telling Luo Chi this story, he didn't think carefully about why Uncle Lu chose this story for himself.

Luo Chi carefully cleaned the sand covering the back of his hand, picked up the small wooden stick, and traced the outline along the edge of his palm.

The sand was warm and dry, and the fine sand quickly leaked out again. The outline that was drawn in the front quickly faded and blurred, and in just a moment, it disappeared without any trace.

"Fire." Ming Weiting said softly, "I'm sorry."

"It's not a good story, I should have chosen topics more carefully."

Ming Weiting held his right hand holding the wooden stick: "Go to the sea to play for a while, the water is very shallow, I won't let you slip."

Luo Chi's right hand had no strength, and when he held it, he fell to the side and landed on the beach.

Ming Weiting frowned, he raised his head to speak, but was suddenly stunned.

Luo Chi looked at him, his eyes still bent. He is already very familiar with those eyes, so he can easily distinguish the emotions that rarely appear in them. He didn't want Luo Chi to be sad at all—before he could return to his senses, the light in those eyes suddenly changed.

"Maybe a little more troublesome than I expected in the most troublesome situation."

Luo Chi put his left hand on Ming Weiting's hand.

He supported his body like this and looked up at Mr. Shadow from the bottom up: "How much will I forget?"

Ming Weiting looked at those eyes and did not speak immediately.

…

He was sure that he didn't speak, but Luo Chi just waited quietly for a few seconds, then sighed in distress and rubbed his temples: "Why so many."

Ming Weiting wasn't going to tell him about it, and of course he didn't know what to say at this time.

For the first time, he couldn't help frowning because of his taciturnity. He didn't want Luo Chi to think about it again, so he put his hand around the other's neck and said in a low voice, "Huo Miao—"

Luo Chi followed his strength and lowered his head against his shoulder.

Ming Weiting stopped talking, tried to rub his hair slowly, and let him lean against him motionless.

He noticed that the clothes on his shoulders were starting to be soaked by the cold moisture, and he realized that Luo Chi must have started to have a headache and sweating again. After checking the time, he suddenly realized that their conversation took much longer than expected.

"Huo Miao." Ming Weiting whispered, "You should take painkillers, let's go to Uncle Lu first."

He was worried that Luo Chi was having a violent attack this time. He raised his head with the person leaning on his shoulder, but was suddenly startled.

Luo Chi's forehead was full of cold sweat, but his eyes were calmer and brighter than his, and he even gently bent towards him: "Thank you, Uncle Lu."

"Thank you, Uncle Lu." Ming Weiting repeated, "Why?"

Luo Chi couldn't help pursing the corners of his mouth this time. He coughed twice, first took out the painkiller he had asked for from Uncle Lu from his coat pocket, and swallowed a few.

Ming Weiting supported him against the reef, walked quickly to the beach chair, and fetched the water: "Fire."

Luo Chi closed his eyes slightly, leaning on the reef to adjust his breathing.

Ming Weiting hugged him, opened the water glass, and touched his lips.

Luo Chi was patted on the shoulder by him and woke up. He smiled at him first, then took the initiative to let him wrap his head and neck, and swallow a few mouthfuls of the water that was fed.

Such headache attacks occur many times a day. There was a time when Xun Zhen was checking Luo Chi's body. Dean Xun, who specializes in psychology and had never done clinical practice, was even more panicked than Luo Chi's patient, and was instructed by Luo Chi to help him swallow painkillers. .

"It doesn't matter." Luo Chi came over between his arms, opened his eyes, and smiled at him, "Mr. Shadow."

Luo Chi said in a low voice, "You have to hurry up and coax me into opening an IOU."

"Not good." Ming Weiting shook his head, "You won't remember anything at that time. When you see me holding an IOU, you will inevitably treat me as a black-hearted creditor."

Luo Chi looked at him with wide eyes.

Ming Weiting waited for a moment and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Shadow." Luo Chi said, "I remember everything now."

Luo Chi was so painful that he had no strength, but he still tried his best to move his fingers and squeezed his hand solemnly: "You are also a black-hearted creditor."

No matter how heavy Ming Weiting's heart was, he couldn't help but laugh when he was so disturbed: "So serious?"

Luo Chi is super vengeful: "It's so serious."

Ming Weiting also saw a smile in Luo Chi's eyes.

He flushed his hands with water, wiped away the cold sweat from his pale eyebrows, and adjusted his posture slightly so that Luo Chi could rest his head and neck on his hands.

Ming Weiting lowered his shoulders, touched his cold forehead with his forehead, and said softly, "What can I do?"

Luo Chi grabbed his sleeve.

That hand was clutching his sleeve, but it wasn't to call him, it was just to use strength to go up little by little and hug Mingwei Pavilion back.

"I'll find a way." Luo Chi said.

This sentence doesn't seem to just correspond to how to solve the accusation of the black-hearted creditor - Luo Chi is softly reassuring him, guaranteeing another thing, guaranteeing that the wreck will definitely be destroyed by dismantling the hull.

Luo Chi closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against his: "I'll find a way."

…

Although the situation was completely unrelated, Ming Weiting suddenly realized why Mrs. Ren repeatedly told Luo Chi not to take care of her brother that day.

Because no matter what happened, Luo Chi would always be the first to be firm, the first to wake up, and the first to think rationally about how to deal with it. So weak people will rely on him without bottom line, and selfish people will slander him recklessly.

That family put the most shameless malice on him, just because they felt dazzling when they saw Luo Chi's appearance.

Ming Weiting folded his arms and let him lean against his arms, turning his side to block the wind.

This headache is completely unpredictable and there is no other way to relieve it other than taking pain relievers. You can only wait for the attack to pass, and finally rely on surgical resection of the lesion to completely cure it.

Luo Chi adjusted his breathing between his arms, and after an unknown amount of time, his body finally relaxed, and he raised his hand to wipe the sweat.

His strength was insufficient, so Ming Weiting helped him hold his arm: "Have you got an idea?"

Luo Chi slowly blinked and looked at him, hesitating to say anything.

This kind of hesitation seems too obvious, and almost wrote "quick questions" on his face. The lucky fan was dumbfounded, rubbed his hair, and asked, "What's your idea?"

"Secret." Luo Chi raised the corner of his mouth, "I'm preparing."

What he said was "preparing" rather than "will be preparing", which means that he had indeed had a hunch before.

Ming Weiting remembered Xun Zhen's words, and worried that the movement would cause him to hurt again, so he lightly rubbed Luo Chi's ear: "So powerful?"

Of course Luo Chi agreed, he answered confidently, and continued: "There is something that needs the cooperation of Mr. Shadow, and I can't do it alone."

Ming Weiting nodded immediately: "Okay."

This time it was Luo Chi's turn to laugh: "Don't ask what?"

"Don't ask what it is." Ming Weiting waited for two seconds and asked, "What is it?"

Luo Chi almost got a headache from laughing, and finally took a deep breath to suppress the smile, held Mr. Shadow's hand, and pressed his forehead to the soft and warm fabric of the casual clothes.

"Just after the operation, I definitely don't remember what happened." Luo Chi reasoned, "If I don't consider this period of time, my biggest ideal should be to wander around the world with a guitar and drawing board on my back."

If he really didn't remember anything at that time, Mr. Shadow would undoubtedly be unable to stop him.

"I know." Ming Weiting said, "I can go chasing stars."

"What if I've been on the shore?"

Luo Chi analyzed it for him: "I should use it to walk. Stop and go, make a big circle and then go to the beach, maybe it will take more than ten years."

Ming Weiting thought about it for a long time, and learned without a teacher: "I am a black-hearted creditor, and I will go to you to collect the debt with the IOU."

Luo Chi couldn't help laughing out loud, coughed twice, and continued: "This is also a way, but it can cure the symptoms, not the root cause."

"I'm going to wander around because I'm going to forget that I have a home now."

Luo Chi said: "We have to find evidence so that I can immediately determine where my home is even by logical reasoning."

Ming Weiting actually thought about the videos and witnesses, but these were undoubtedly too cold, so he didn't think it was such a good idea for Luo Chi, who had no impression at all, to watch them.

But Luo Chi always has a good idea, and that fire always seems to be able to do anything.

Ming Weiting took his hand and asked in a low voice, "What evidence?"

"During the operation, do you want to sign in person?" Luo Chi's voice was also low, leaning on him, "I have already returned that identity to their family, and it is not suitable to use this name again. I actually want to follow Aunt Ren. , but there are people who don't like this too..."

Ming Weiting gradually guessed what he meant.

He looked at Luo Chi's eyes, as if he was scalded by something inside, and held Luo Chi's hand little by little.

When Luo Chi said the end, he slowly exhaled.

"Mr. Ming." Luo Chi smiled at him, "borrow my surname, okay?"