Chapter 75： wait

Xiang Luan had actually planned it many times, and when he saw his brother again, he would have to do something.

No matter what, you have to be calm.

I have to show his brother. During this time, he has also made a little progress, a little decent, and is slowly learning to be on his own.

You don't have to let his brother stand up to everything, you can also bring new people to protect them, and you can fight those **** that make rumors and turn black and white.

You know what to do when you are on the stand, unlike before, when you have to protect everything, you know that you are crying with your mouth open...

Xiang Luan thought about it back and forth.

Then you have to walk over calmly and calmly. Clothes must be organized, and if you have the opportunity, immediately find something that reflects light to clean up your hair.

The first thing is to see if his brother still remembers him.

Shake hands if you don't remember, introduce yourself politely and politely, pounce on you if you remember, and hug him.

…

Xiang Luan swallowed hard the heart that jumped into his throat.

He looked at the person in front of him who was being held on a rock with his cane aside, slowly rubbing his right leg, and saying something to those people in a warm voice.

The rest of what happened was like a cinematic cut-scene, barely making an impression.

Those gangsters were cleared away in the blink of an eye, and a siren sounded not far away, presumably they were sent there.

When someone came to ask him if he was injured, he quickly shook his head and added his thanks.

Someone went to talk to his brother.

His brother smiled and waved his hand, whispered a few words, and looked up at him again...

Xiang Luan didn't know where to put his hands in an instant. He hurriedly tried to find a place to fix his hair, but when he found a flat surface without reflection, he went to pull his clothes again.

...probably don't remember.

Although it is not clear, but this kind of thing is really in front of me, it is an inexplicable intuition.

His brother probably doesn't remember him anymore, and doesn't remember a lot of things.

That's definitely fine.

Don't remember what could be wrong, it's best not to remember those bad things... Mainly because that's the case, then you have to be calm.

Be calm.

You have to shake hands and introduce yourself politely.

Let's start with the **** fans.

Xiang Luan swallowed hard again, he walked over slowly, crouched down and raised his head: "Luo, Mr. Luo, hello."

Xiang Luan forgot all the self-introduction he had memorized, his face flushed red, and he stammered: "You, you are now—"

"Mingchi." He heard the other party say, "You can also call Mr. Luo."

Xiang Luan immediately shook his head into a rattle.

In the circle, changing the stage name should not be too routine operation - he has long heard that his brother's real name is Chi, not citrus, what does the family's broken surname want him to do?

Besides, Ming Chi is bright and nice, so don't be too cool!

Xiang Luan took the initiative to replace the new name on the spot, and decided to go back and inform everyone immediately, and then they all changed their name to President Ming.

"Don't want that, this is good, very good." Xiang Luan assured him very seriously, and then said, "My name is—"

Mingchi stretched out his hand: "Xiang Luan."

Xiang Luan rolled his eyes.

Ming Chi waited for a while, and found that he was not about to shake hands, so he put his hand lightly on his head.

"You can also call me brother." Ming Chi said, "How did you become so powerful."

He rubbed Luan's head, bent down and looked into Luan's eyes: "Are you wronged?"

Xiang Luan took a deep breath ten times, and the calmness and composure that he had accumulated, was dropped by that hand on the top of his head, and he failed to hold on for five seconds.

Looking at the person in front of him, he remained motionless for a long time, and before he opened his mouth, all tears came out.

Mouth is not polite.

He didn't even know if his brother still remembered him or not. After all, the person in front of him was almost exactly like the little Boss Luo from the past, who was chatting with them, these naive little kids who were just starting out and had not seen the wind and waves... For the time being No time for this.

There is no time to deal with this, the tears are flying so fast, he has to howl with his mouth open.

Xiang Luan felt as if he rushed over and hugged Mingchi.

He pounced too quickly and couldn't control his strength. Ming Chi was hit by him and almost lost his seat, and stretched out his hand to support him.

Xiang Luan hurriedly wanted to look down, but was patted on the shoulder by Mingchi: "It doesn't matter."

"I'm fine." Ming Chi patted him, "It's alright."

Ming Chi's speech was not fast, and the words were light and slow.

It was as if he was talking about the fact that he almost lost his seat just now, and it was also as if he was talking about the little dangerous episode he encountered.

…

Or the most concise and gentle summary of such a long and torturous storm.

Xiang Luan's chest pain and heat all reacted at once.

The plan was completely blown, and he knew that he was holding on to the person in front of him and crying, and the tears flowed out endlessly without money.

Xiang Luan cried so hard that he couldn't speak clearly. The force of his arms made his whole body tremble. He said a sentence intermittently several times before he squeezed out: "Why did you come back..."

After saying this, Xiang Luan was finally able to speak quickly.

He choked so badly, raised his head to look at Ming Chi, and kept talking to the crying voice: "Brother, are you sick, are you in pain or not, are you okay? Is there someone bullying you? Let's help you. beat him…"

Mingchi was a little stunned by his question, blinked his eyes lightly, and then lowered his head and smiled.

Xiang Luanzheng wiped his face red with his sleeves, and when he saw him laughing for half a second, he couldn't hold back, and tears flooded Mingchi on the spot again.

Ming Chi supported his arms and sat firmly, letting him cry hard when he was addicted to it. He continued to cry until the pain was completely exhausted, and then he patted Luan's back: "No, it's not uncomfortable, it doesn't hurt."

"I'm fine, and all my illnesses are cured." Ming Chi thought for a while, and then added, "I've gone too far today."

He really went too far today.

Ming Chi sent Dean Xun out of the villa, but he didn't go back to his room immediately.

The weather tonight is very good. The wind is coming from the sea, which has swept away the sultry heat of the past few days, making people want to go out for a walk.

Mingchi originally just wanted to walk around the reefs and try to practice his sense of direction again, but unexpectedly found a sneaky figure.

He followed up with someone, found Xiang Luan, and wanted to stop him, but who knew he would be gone in a second.

Xiang Luan is quite clever, and the way around is twisty and twisty and hard to find. Ming Chi vaguely guessed what was going on, so he didn't need to worry about himself and quickly followed, so he was led around a lot by Xiang Luan.

Ming Chi hasn't traveled so much since his recovery, and since the road is uneven and the terrain is hard, he has done his best to follow quickly.

…

Otherwise, he wouldn't let Xiang Luan see the problem with his right leg.

Of course Xiang Luan could guess what was going on, so he shrank his neck and squatted down to rub his legs.

"Okay." Ming Chi didn't mean that, and laughed, "It doesn't matter, just take a break."

Mingchi pulled Xiang Luan up and praised him earnestly: "You are brave and resourceful, and you have performed very well."

Xiang Luan's face became hot due to his praise: "Really?"

"Really." Mingchi nodded in cooperation, "It's very reassuring."

Xiang Luan almost jumped up with joy. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly reacted. He circled around him and stammered: "Also, it's okay to be too worried... a little bit."

"Just a little bit." Xiang Luan squatted beside him and pondered for a long time, "Brother, wait for you, wait for you to be well, wait for you to be ready."

Xiang Luan sighed, took a deep breath, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "You can come back to see us occasionally... don't worry, just be a little smaller."

Ming Chi was slightly startled, and his eyes fell on him.

Xiang Luan grinned, he calmed down now, and his mind started to turn again: "Brother, you don't actually remember me, do you?"

Xiang Luan rubbed the place little by little, finally squeezed next to Ming Chi, and whispered next to him, "When you looked at me just now, your eyes seemed to think, 'I'm right, so this little brat looks like this. '."

Mingchi was attracted by him to chuckle, and he criticized himself warmly: "Is it too much?"

"No, no, it's not too much." Xiang Luan quickly shook his head vigorously, "I'm stupid, I didn't mean that, I mean—"

...He meant to say when his brother was sitting here and looking up at him.

Xiang Luan was actually completely ready to be treated as a stranger, but the first time Mingchi saw him, he wanted to cry.

"I can't tell." Xiang Luan said, "You looked at me just now, I know you don't remember anything, but—"

He paused, only to be afraid that something might be disturbed, and added in a low voice, "But I think...you never left."

Has it changed? Surely something has changed. Mingchi came back from such a far place, traveled such a long way, and encountered so many things. In fact, his temperament has become very obvious.

…

But at that time, Xiang Luan suddenly felt that the time this person had been separated from them for so long seemed to be just a blink of an eye.

Xiang Luan finished what he wanted to say in one breath, looked at Ming Chi, who was sitting silently and thinking, closed his mouth and held his breath.

Ming Chi must have understood what he meant.

Xiang Luan clenched his fists hard, swallowed his saliva, and his heart was pounding.

Ming Chi lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his eyes again, with a smile in his eyes, he tapped him with a cane: "Coax me to be soft-hearted, coax me back."

The force of the cane was super light, Xiang Luan pretended to be jumping to hide, the smile could not be hidden, and he circled around him: "Go back and have a look, brother, go back and have a look."

Xiang Luan squatted beside him and muttered: "Brother Fang, they miss you every day, I can't stand it any more... Don't worry, I'll make 10,000 tickets, they'll be absolutely happy and crazy when they see you, and they won't feel uncomfortable at all. "

Mingchi turned his head to the side and looked at the large area of ​​his trench coat that was still wet on the shoulders.

Xiang Luan seemed to have been tapped on his tail by a cane, his face flushed red, and he bit his head to explain: "This is tears of joy, tears of ecstasy."

Ming Chi imitated him and opened his eyes wide: "So crazy?"

"So crazy, so crazy." Xiang Luan nodded desperately, "I am so happy."

"Brother, I know you are afraid that we will be uncomfortable."

Xiang Luan leaned back to him: "You don't want to make us feel bad, but brother, are we friends with you?"

Xiang Luan was even happier when he didn't realize Mingchi's denial, and continued his efforts to make further progress: "Friends have to have both blessings and difficulties, right? Friends also have to meet each other for a long time, and we are not a thousand miles away..."

Mingchi found a fairly flat reef, leaned back, and listened with a smile to Xiang Luan, racking his brains to exert his literary qualities.

Will come out to meet Xiang Luan, Mingchi didn't plan not to see other people.

This is a very strange feeling. He really has no memory of Xiang Luan. What he has is just an impression generated from what he saw in the letter and Huaisheng's official blog.

But when he really saw himself standing in front of him, he realized that there was nothing strange in his imagination.

He seemed to know them very well—to the point that he might have dreamed in a dream in the past that they were pretty good friends who could play together for a lifetime.

…

But he just couldn't move.

In fact, Mingchi has tried it several times quietly. His right leg was really sore, and he couldn't stand up for the time being, so he was a little hesitant about whether he should wait for tomorrow or the day after, and then go to find someone else after a rest.

But some little brats are not happy enough by themselves, and they have to keep **** after him.

Ming Chi hid the smile in his eyes, motioned to Xiang Luan to pause his speech for a while, and then looked at the phone in his pocket.

Xiang Luan just remembered, his face changed instantly: "Crap."

He patted his forehead hard, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone and turned on the screen. There were indeed a series of missed calls from the manager.

"It's bad, it's bad." Xiang Luan was so complacent that he completely forgot to report safety. He was so panicked that he almost didn't hold the phone steady, and he dialed the phone back nervously, "Brother Zhao..."

...the agent nearly ate him across the phone.

After the two sides separated, the manager quickly brought the two little guitarists back to a safe place, only to find out after asking Fang Hang that Xiang Luan never came back.

The police car came and went whistling, and the gangsters were taken away, and Xiang Luan was still unable to contact him.

The agent chased after him and asked the police. Knowing that no one was injured this time, he didn't panic. But Xiang Luan just lost his whereabouts, and he couldn't get in touch on the phone.

Fang Hang didn't let him talk about this matter, and led several managers and managers from the management to find people around, and they have found it until now.

Xiang Luan completely justified the loss, held up the phone with a sullen head and was honestly trained, and was bombarded by the manager for five minutes: "Wrong..."

"I will be transferred tomorrow! I will ask the company if there are any 91-year-old artists!"

"I don't know either." Xiang Luan instinctively looked at Ming Chi, found that Ming Chi also shook his head, and looked around again, "We seem to be lost..."

"Is your brain lost too?" the agent roared, "Send me the location!"

Xiang Luan immediately went to WeChat to post the location, and when he put the phone back to his ear again, he heard the manager's doubts: "You? Who are you with, and who else?"

Xiang Luan opened his mouth wide. He didn't know if he could reveal Mingchi's story, so he hesitated: "Save, save my kind man. Brother Zhao, is Brother Fang there with you? Well, this kind man's windbreaker is very special. handsome…"

The agent didn't know the relationship between the good-hearted person and Fang Hang, and he didn't even figure out what the good-hearted person, windbreaker, and handsome were the important things that needed to be reported on the phone.

He was more concerned about Xiang Luan's safety. He was worried that Xiang Luan had encountered some strange person. He held up the phone and asked a few more questions, but there was no voice on the other side of the phone.

The agent was so worried that he was bald at an early age: "Xiang Luan? Xiang Luan?!"

"I'm here." The person opposite replied, "Zhao Jing?"

The agent vaguely felt that the voice was familiar, but for a while, he couldn't think of anyone in the vicinity who knew his name besides the company: "It's me, hello hello... Thank you for saving our people."

He smiled and said, "It's okay."

The agent was stunned for a moment. The more he thought about it, the more puzzled he became. As he was about to speak, he suddenly stopped in place.

The other side said, "Is Fang Hang there? Give him the phone."

The agent hadn't recovered yet, so he answered obediently, and subconsciously reached out to photograph Fang Hang.

Fang Hang already knew that the agent had contacted Xiang Luan. They saw Xiang Luanfa's position in the group, and they were about to go to find someone, when the manager grabbed the clothes and pulled them hard twice.

Fang Hang stopped: "What's wrong?"

The agent opened his mouth and suddenly reacted completely. His face instantly became strange and a little unbelievable, and he shoved the phone into Fang Hang's hand.

Fang Hang frowned and picked up the phone that had not been hung up: "Xiang Luan?"

"It's not Xiang Luan!" The agent almost jumped up and tried his best to make mouth shapes, "Good-hearted people! Good-hearted people are very handsome, good-hearted people wear trench coats..."

Fang Hang didn't understand what he meant at all, but the other party saved Xiang Luan after all, and his tone was still very polite: "Hello? Thank you very much—"

"No thanks." The other side smiled, "Fang Hang?"

Fang Hang stayed in place.

For a few seconds, he didn't seem to be able to move or speak at all, and his chest heaved a few times before he tentatively said, "Yes, I..."

"Xiang Luan too can run. I chased him all the way. His legs hurt a little, and now he can't stand up."

The tone on the other side was very gentle, this time the words were long enough to distinguish the voice: "Will you give me a hand?"

Fang Hang opened his mouth.

He wanted to speak out, but for a moment he only seemed to remember how to laugh.

The manager stopped all the other people and whispered something quickly. A group of people suddenly turned their heads, staring at him with burning eyes, anxious and anxious about to rush out of their faces.

Fang Hang pressed his eyebrows hard.

He took a deep breath, exhaled forcefully, and repeated this several times before he finally remembered how to speak.

The man on the other side of the phone was waiting for him to speak.

"Wait." Fang Hang said, "Wait, just wait there, don't go anywhere."

"Don't catch a cold, rest, don't take off your windbreaker, let Xiang Luan pin your legs."

Fang Hang said, "We'll carry you."