Chapter 74： reunion

The sun sets late in summer.

On the way to the cruise ship moored in the port, Xun Zhen also saw a group of lively young people holding guitars and singing on the golden beach dyed by the sunset.

At first glance, many of them are in this line of work. They have a bright image and a good voice. It can be heard that their business literacy is also excellent.

It's a little pity that the nature of the big party is too strong. In order not to isolate the management who can't find the tune, the repertoire is not much different from that of KTV.

This is a public beach, and they don't mind anyone coming over to play together, and many tourists have come over to watch.

Xun Zhen also stopped and listened for a while, and happened to see the young man at the press conference that day being smashed by a can of beer for a short time, pulling his agent to the point of melancholy: "Just that cruise ship! Such a big cruise ship! Why is it so hard to get tickets? !"

"I've seen it all, but I can't get a ticket!" The young man asked several tourists, and they all heard that Yu Fang had a ticket. Holding an empty beer can, he felt heartbroken, "It seems that we are the only one in the world who didn't get a ticket!"

…

There are still Xun Zhen in the world who did not get tickets.

Although he has been assured that Captain Ming will do his best, Captain Ming himself is not even aware of this route. Hearing Xun Zhen tell the specific situation, he even took out his mobile phone and wanted to grab it.

Xun Zhen was also suddenly very melancholy. He recovered and sighed, and quietly withdrew from the lively crowd.

Such a big cruise ship, some people not only saw it, but even got on it in advance.

But some people still didn't get tickets.

Xun Zhen was led onto the boat from the dock. Watching the crew members who were already in place orderly rearranging the cruise ship, and the dazzling light strips lit up in the dimming sky, not only did this regret and melancholy not dispel, it was even more obvious than before.

Ming Lu had just watched the bosun debug some of the equipment and returned to the deck to see Xun Zhen, when he saw Yu Fangzheng sighing from the sea: "Dean Xun?"

"Mingchi's state is very good, but the sleep state is still a little unstable and needs to be adjusted." Xun Zhen knew what he was going to ask, and immediately spoke first, "I just came from him."

Ming Lu came over and nodded: "Mr. will be there later."

There are a lot of things to deal with outside. They have been out of the house for four days, and probably not only the young master of the Ming family needs to adjust the sleep state.

Without them at home, Ming Chi's natural caring composure would be particularly evident. Not only can you take good care of others, but you can also take good care of yourself. In fact, you don't have to worry about your husband at all.

But Minglu still sees his husband calling and sending messages every night. Sometimes they were chatting, and sometimes Mingchi would play guitar for him over the phone. They all tacitly agreed that no one would mention those letters, nor would they ask what Mingchi knew from the letters.

Ming Chi takes a short while to process them individually. It's like the route has passed through the vast ocean, and when it reaches the last short section, it begins to test the water and the port, and every step must be careful enough.

…only.

Thinking of the time of the phone call last night, the length of the interval between the husband hanging up and falling asleep, and then comparing it with the rich experience accumulated in the previous generation of husband many years ago.

Minglu turned to look at the sea, and coughed quietly.

Today is the last day, so I can go home when I'm done.

The cruise ship will set sail at the end of the month, and there are only a few days left. After all, they still need to do the final verification and debugging, especially the safety of navigation, and it must be ensured that there will not be any hidden dangers.

Ming Weiting personally took the safety manager to do the inspection before sailing.

Of course Xun Zhen fully understood, but he couldn't help sighing: "Your company's tickets are too hard to grab."

Ming Lu looked at him and smiled a little. After a pause, he said, "If the young master is willing to join the boat, there will be some invitations."

"Really?" Xun Zhen's eyes lit up, "He is willing, he wants to grab tickets before I come."

It was Xun Zhen who reminded him that the last passenger could get a free ticket for an upgrade. Ming Chi just stopped and focused on listing the luggage list to bring on a long-distance trip.

Xun Zhen actually didn't expect that Mr. Ming is still worried about this: "Why don't you want to? He was looking forward to it and asked me what I should bring when I go out to play."

Ming Lu smiled, didn't speak, just nodded.

Xun Zhen thought about it for a while, and then suddenly understood: "Also."

Although the analogy may not be appropriate... but when he chased after his lover, booked a ticket and wanted to go out to play together, he would be so nervous that he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep until he really got that definite answer.

—It’s one thing to know that Yu Fang will most likely agree.

Even if he understands and understands Yu Fang's temper and the answer he will give, he will still have uncontrollable apprehension and anticipation until he really gets that answer.

This kind of mood is difficult to associate with Mr. Ming, but it is also a stereotype.

If you are lucky enough to meet someone very important, everything will be different in front of you.

... just like Captain Ming, who was calm and sensitive in front of him, with gentle speech and demeanor, the head nurse said that as soon as he was in front of his family, he would immediately turn into a hot red kettle.

Xun Zhen is not yet sure about the relationship between the two people. But seeing them together, I felt that this matter didn't matter too much, and I didn't necessarily have to figure it out right away: "Mr. Ming—I have something else to do this time."

Ming Lu nodded, indicating that he could speak.

Xun Zhen knew that he probably misunderstood what he meant, smiled, and took out something from his pocket: "As a friend of Ming Chi... I don't know how to deal with this, and I don't know if I should give it to me. he."

That thing was wrapped in his handkerchief and placed on the table.

Xun Zhen unfolded the handkerchief to reveal the pendant inside—a closer look reveals that the pendant is actually very rough in workmanship, and the inlay is just a small piece of color-changing glass.

"The patient who was hospitalized at my place recently made a fuss to find this. I asked someone to follow him for a while, and I probably understood what was going on."

Xun Zhen said: "This is left by Mrs. Ren's car."

The car was destroyed, and that was all the wreckage could find.

At that time, Luo Zhi turned it out and made it into a pendant and carried it around, treating it as his home.

Ren Chenbai only found this step, and did not know where the pendant ended up. The surveillance cameras in the villa could not take pictures. There was no one around Luo Zhi at that time, and now I have no way to retrieve this memory.

After completing today's return visit, Ming Chi heard that Xun Zhen was going to the pier, so he pointed him to a short-cut that no one knew about, and sent him out of the villa along the pebble road covered by the trees in the garden.

Xun Zhen said goodbye to Ming Chi, and when he was about to leave, he found the hidden rusty mailbox.

"Occupational disease, the scene is too typical." Xun Zhen twitched the corner of his mouth. He had been thinking about this matter these days - the door, the rusted mailbox and the way to leave. These scenes, which are usually the most common in ordinary times, may become an abrupt farewell at that time.

That's why there are always people hanging around at road signs and boundary markers, why some people leave at the moment the door closes, and some people put keys that no longer belong to them in their mailboxes.

The process of saying goodbye may be extremely long, but the real "goodbye" is mostly a moment.

Xun Zhen took some time to find someone to help remove the mailbox, and found the contents inside.

Luo Zhi finally returned it to Wanghai Villa.

…

Xun Zhen explained here, and found that Ming Weiting had come over, and stopped to say hello.

Ming Weiting seemed to have been standing nearby for a while, and he didn't need him to repeat, and walked to the table: "How to do it properly?"

"When you become a friend, you can't do psychological counseling, because you have concerns."

Xun Zhen pressed his forehead and smiled helplessly: "I don't want him to be sad because of this, but it is undoubtedly very important to him... So I brought it here."

Mingweiting sat down at the table and looked at the pendant lying quietly in the handkerchief.

"Mingchi." Xun Zhen hesitated for a while, but still reminded, "He should remember that car."

Ten years ago, Mrs. Ren had given him that car.

Mingchi should remember this, he should remember that he has a car, but now the car is gone - this matter cannot be unimportant to him.

But these days, Mingchi never asked where Mingweiting and Mingluche went.

He could guess that something very bad must have happened here, and Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu must not know how to talk to him, so he didn't ask.

But he really couldn't do it.

When Xun Zhen went to look at those paintings, he didn't really analyze the composition and color—Mingchi has recovered quite well, except that the color style is obviously different from the past, and there is nothing to worry about.

…

It's just that Ming Chi probably didn't realize that the paint colors of that car were hidden in these paintings.

Ming Weiting understood what Xun Zhen meant and nodded: "I'll go and give it to him."

Xun Zhen hesitated: "Is it suitable?"

"It's not suitable at the moment." Ming Weiting repackaged the pendant and put it in his coat pocket, "It may take a few days."

This time they negotiated business with the multinational jewelry conglomerate. On the cruise ship, there will be a pavement in Yufang, and professional jewelers will make on-site production and processing. Other routes to follow will also have corresponding cooperation in succession.

Mingwei Pavilion just made a phone call across the ocean with the founder of Yumian, and the designers and gold craftsmen sent by Yumian have already arrived: "The quality of the inlaid silver tray is low and the workmanship is very poor. I will find someone to change it."

Xun Zhen opened his mouth for a few seconds before he fell silent: "It must be very bad, he just found someone on the side of the road to do it... I mean, sir."

Xun Zhen hesitated for a while, but said quickly: "After all, this is a very unpleasant memory. Even if he no longer remembers what happened at the time, seeing this will let him know that the car really won't come back. ."

Xun Zhen said in a low voice, "I'm a little worried, if something goes wrong—"

Ming Weiting shook his head: "No, he is very powerful."

Xun Zhen was stunned.

"He's amazing," Ming Weiting said. "He's cooler than anyone thinks."

Xun Zhen was stunned for a long time this time.

He suddenly tapped his head, recovered from his unreasonable worry, and shook his head with a smile.

...If this sentence is just imagined, it is actually quite different from what Mr. Ming said, but after saying it, it is like.

The rules of the industry are still reasonable, and being friends does affect the professionalism of psychological counseling.

His performance just now was not even as good as that of the patient's family.

Probably only family members who are equally determined and unreserved in providing trust can accompany the patients who are about to be awarded the "Best Patient" award to recover so quickly.

So fast to recover, so fast to become powerful again.

"Why did I forget." Xun Zhen smiled, "He is so cool."

…

"Of course, my brother is the coolest!"

Xiang Luan was choked by his manager and poured sober soup, and he quickly recovered his energy. He sat on a rock and gave popular science to a few young artists who had just joined the company: "You don't have to be afraid of anything with him!"

"Anyway, when you look for him for anything, there must be a way. If there is no way, he can come up with a way for you." Xiang Luan raised the guitar in his hand, "It's really good to play the guitar."

These young artists have only recently joined the company, and they are about the same age as Xiang Luan when he first came. Many of them have changed jobs with the support of their family members.

Huaisheng Entertainment's artist contract is quite loose, there are no restrictions on whether to leave or stay, and there are special teachers to help them balance their studies and train professional skills - these things have always been there before, but they are overwhelmed by those black materials that are difficult to distinguish between true and false. It is only now that it is gradually becoming known by more and more people.

The treatment is so generous that it is impossible for few people to come. But a Li Weiming has already told them to have a long memory, and this time they can't be more cautious in selecting artists.

Fang Hang went to ask Kuangli for help. The management held repeated meetings to study for a few days, perfected the loopholes left by being too loose in the past, and added a lot of more stable and detailed plans.

Xiang Luan had a headache when he heard this for a while. He was thrown over by his agent to take these newcomers, and he couldn't say those official words, so he couldn't help chatting with them: "My brother also taught me to play the guitar and invited me to eat hot pot."

There are also two guitarists among the little artists. The idols are Xiang Luan. Hearing this, his eyes widened: "Brother Luan, is Xiao Luo always better than you?"

"Of course! Haven't you watched the video?" Xiang Luan immediately took out his mobile phone to play it live, "Watch it now. I have a pure enjoyment version."

Xiang Luan, one in each hand, pulled the two little guitar players over: "Look at the overtone **** in this area, the fluency and control are not enough for me now, and there is this invincible and natural Plam, look at this point. string…"

Huaisheng Entertainment's artist, who can play the guitar, no one does not worship their little boss Luo. Even if the singers who do not specialize in musical instruments and start with singing, they also discuss the tunes and songs written by Luo Zhi himself.

Since those original video master tapes were released, many avid guitarists like Xiang Luan have been chasing stars, and newcomers who have just joined the company have basically been popularized.

The manager had already taken it easy, and passed by with two big skewers full of skewers, abducted a few confused young actors, and left their guitarists to communicate internally.

When the manager came back, there were already two more guitarists who were fanatical star chasing.

…

The two new guitarists holding Xiang Luan's cell phone, immersed themselves in the study of fingering, and were discussing in full swing.

Instead, Xiang Luan was sitting on the rock, staring at the sun that was about to set.

I can't see Amway's excitement just now, but it is rare to have a sense of maturity and calmness. The two little guitarists excitedly called "Brother Luan" and "Brother Luan", and they just laughed. say.

The agent checked around, but couldn't find a beer can, and raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Xiang Luan's eyes suddenly lit up, then he regained his senses, saw the person coming, and slowly pursed his mouth.

"What's the matter?" the agent asked. "They stole your phone?"

Xiang Luan shook his head.

It took him a long time to speak, his voice was too low, with a nasal tone: "I miss my brother."

The agent was stunned and looked at him carefully.

Xiang Luanzheng didn't want to be seen by himself, so he squatted on the rock, lowered his head and buried his face in his arms.

The manager rarely took him away, but also found a flat stone and sat down, watching the two little guitarists who were enthusiastically gesturing and discussing.

"Is it like this at the time?" Xiang Luan remained motionless for a long time before raising his head and looking behind him, "It's so naive, does my brother think we are naive?"

The agent shook his head.

"You weren't naive back then." The agent thought for a while, but still woke him up, "You are naive now, I will definitely change the team next time I draw lots, and I'll be a dog with a group of fifteen to nineteen years old."

Xiang Luan's mood seemed to recover a little, he rubbed his head and grinned twice.

The agent didn't hear him talk back, but he was worried and patted him on the shoulder: "The general manager likes to watch you make trouble."

"I originally wanted to control you more strictly, and militarization is the best."

The agent said, "The general manager is interceding for you... It's only been a few years. I don't want anything messy, just go after my dreams, and make trouble when I'm happy. It's great."

Of course, Mr. Luo never favored one over the other. After that meeting, all the agents and teams in charge of the under-twenties age group have raised their wages, and the payslip even clearly states "Worry Fee".

If the agent hadn't bowed down for this amount of money, he would have switched to the adult group long ago: "Let's talk about it."

"Besides... The management has to be a little bit fanciful in front of you." The agent still gave him some gossip, "Actually, it's not much more mature than you."

"The management doesn't have to hold it at their own gatherings. They make a fuss about everything, and the general manager also makes trouble with them."

The agent said, "Didn't you also watch the video of the sunrise?"

Xiang Luan just wanted to watch the video of the sunrise. When he took out his mobile phone to look for it, the first thing he saw was that one. He didn't know why, but suddenly began to feel uncomfortable.

"The general manager is not much more mature than you." The agent said, "He is not much older than you."

It's not a shame to get the worry fee at all. The manager has to provide psychological counseling to these little artists every day. I was thinking about what to say when I was startled by Xiang Luan's expression: "What's the matter? Why are you crying again?!"

"I don't know, I am." Xiang Luan ruffled his hair vigorously, he sniffed, not letting himself be ashamed in front of the newcomer, "I just remembered this."

"I'll be twenty years old soon, in three years."

"Three years are so fast, brother, three years have passed in a flash, I was thinking about when I was that old."

Xiang Luan was dragged by his manager to wipe his face with a tissue, he turned his head to look at the sea, he also wiped his eyes with his sleeves, trying to open his eyes wide to see the sea.

He just suddenly thought about it.

Twenty-three years old turned out to be so close to him, and he felt that his life had just begun.

His mother thought that he played the guitar and sang inappropriately because he was so angry that he sneaked out to participate in the competition. When he was young, his father also played in the band, and hid him behind him and pleaded for mercy.

"For such a long life, let him play, let him do something he likes, and let him play for a few years." Dad gave him a wink, and each one pinched his mother's shoulders, "How many more years will there be in the future? It's been ten years since then, don't worry..."

The manager listened to Xiang Luan talking in a mess, as if he didn't understand what he was trying to say, and seemed to understand.

"That's how it was originally," said the agent. "It's a lifetime away."

"Didn't you always believe that the general manager is fine? Let me tell you, I believe it now."

The agent patted him on the shoulder: "We're all waiting for him to come back, so it won't be too long, don't worry..."

Thinking of what Manager Fang had told them, the manager hesitated, hesitantly about to whisper a few words to him, but Xiang Luan suddenly held his arm hard.

The agent was startled: "What's wrong?"

"There are a few people over there who are coming for me." Xiang Luan whispered, "It's not like a good thing."

The agent frowned and looked up.

Huaisheng Entertainment has made many enemies recently, and it is not uncommon for them to be targeted.

Some people who can only hide in the dark forever, even if they are punished for their evil deeds, will never learn to reflect, and will only get revenge in anger.

The work of the security department has doubled compared to usual, but after all, it can't go on like this forever. This time, the team building may not have this meaning. Rather than every single person being unsafe, it is better for everyone to be in the public eye together, to draw out those who have bad intentions, and to clean up all at once.

The manager was afraid that they would be too far away and would be alone, so he wanted to bring these people back to the main force. He accidentally chatted with Xiang Luan for a while, but he didn't notice that it was getting dark.

The distance from the main force here is not too close. If we pass together, we will be blocked halfway.

Xiang Luan kept calming himself down, repeating what he would do if Luo Zhi was there: "Come at me, it's boring."

"Brother, take the two of them far away and go around a crowded place a few times." Xiang Luan said, "I'll find Manager Fang."

The nineteen-year-old singer squatted on the rock, her eyes were still red, and her face was stained with tears, but her expression quickly calmed down and cooled down.

This is the most appropriate way. Those few people are not far away, and it is too late to call someone or call the police.

The manager frowned, nodded and stood up, still whispering to him: "Don't suffer, I remember you learned free fighting, right?"

Xiang Luan grinned slightly, but said nothing.

The manager patted his arm, picked up the two little artists, threw the phone to Xiang Luan, and walked quickly in the direction of the other group of tourists.

Xiang Luan jumped off the stone and ran in the direction of Fang Hang and the others.

Those few people immediately accelerated their speed, and some people bypassed the reef group to take a shortcut to block him.

After running for a while to Luan, he found that the road had been blocked by the guy with the guy, so he immediately changed the direction and continued to run, checking the nearby situation as he ran.

The sun was about to set, the sky darkened, and the surrounding scenery became different from the daytime.

Xiang Luan soon found that the nearby reefs and trees had become unfamiliar, but he still couldn't get rid of those people completely, he could only continue to turn when he saw the road, and took out his mobile phone to call the police while running.

"If my brother is here." Xiang Luan kept whispering, "If my brother is here, if my brother is here..."

He tried his best to make himself think like Luo Zhi, how to deal with the current problem if he encountered it.

These people are either trying to get him a fight or something, or just to get revenge for what he said before.

If it's for black material, he can try not to do it if he can, and he can't smear the company at this time - if it's purely for revenge, he has to protect his hands and never get hurt in such a place.

He had heard before that a guitarist was smashed by someone seeking revenge, and then he quit the circle and changed his career.

There were more and more people nearby, Xiang Luan hid behind the reef, glanced at the few people who were still looking for him, grinned, and scolded in a low voice, "Trash."

He didn't regret what he had done or said at all, and again he did it again, he made a draft ahead of time and went to scold the group of trash.

Those few people are getting closer and closer, and after chasing for so long, these people are already tired and annoying, and there are many dirty curses in their mouths.

Either shouting to teach him a lesson, or clamoring to abolish him, it seems that it is the second type no matter what.

Xiang Luan measured his physical strength. He decided to build up his strength before he couldn't run. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and leaned out.

These people seem to be hired, they are all gangsters looking for trouble, and someone immediately noticed his movement: "Here! The little **** can run quite well - don't let him slip away, block him!"

Xiang Luan gave a snort, and was about to go out and start, but was suddenly stunned.

He rolled his eyes and stood there.

The fierce stance that had just been brewed disappeared in an instant, Xiang Luan raised his hand, rubbed his eyes a few times, and pulled his face hard.

…

It turned out that the nearby figures were not blocking him.

In addition to the gangsters, there are several people who seem to be quite capable of fighting and well-trained in movement, either bodyguards or sailors, depending on their size and location.

Those scolding gangsters had just said that they were going to abolish him, and when they met a strong and powerful figure, no one dared to say a word, and they stood there with a pale face.

Xiang Luan is also slapping iron himself, and he admires and yearns for this strong and sturdy physique. Every time he sees it, he can't take his eyes away. But now he doesn't care about that at all—his eyes don't have time to move that way.

He can't remember anything now, he only knows how to squeeze his face hard.

Xiang Luan probably pinched his face blue, took a small mouthful of cold air, and slowly put his hand down.

The person standing in front of him walked over, with a helpless smile in his eyes, and sighed: "How can you run like this?"

Yu Fang had probably been detoured for a long time, sweating on his forehead, and his right leg was slightly limping when he walked. He slowly took a few breaths, and half of his strength rested on the cane in his right hand.

But it didn't affect it at all—Xiang Luan's eyes widened. Although he pinched his face blue, he still suspected that it was a dream.

In the dream, he encountered a very exciting chase. He calmly led people away, and he hardly made any mistakes except that he accidentally got lost and didn't know how to get out at all.

In the dream, his brother saw someone bullying him, he came all the way, and he took him around in this reef group for a long time without worry.

Xiang Luan stood motionless, not daring to breathe, closed his mouth and looked at the figure in front of him.

...doesn't matter at all.

Please, no one thinks there is a problem with the combination of trench coat, shirt and cane.

The sky was quite dark, and the falling sunlight was a kind of bright golden color that seemed to be inexhaustible. Recently, a person who can dream every day has come out. The sound of the cane hitting the ground is very soft, and the windbreaker has a gold edge.

If this is put in some movie footage, it will be immediately edited by fans to make 800 videos. Wouldn't it be the same?

Xiang Luan regained his senses and shook his head vigorously.

His brother looked at him with a very gentle and curious expression, as if he didn't know what he was thinking.

I didn't even know what he was thinking.

Do you even need to ask?

"Oh my God." Xiang Luan muttered softly, "...It's so cool, isn't it?"