Chapter 85： make an appointment

After that, the unrelated people never showed up again.

Minglu took someone to deal with the matter. Zhao Lan's husband went there together, and when he came back, he never left, holding his lover's hand quite firmly.

"My brother is quite powerful." Zhao Lan's husband told her, "I can tell at a glance that the news is not right."

Zhao Lan's message didn't mention anything else, just said that he would prepare more, the food was slow, and asked the husband to take his brother around the neighborhood.

Ming Chi just heard a sentence, and immediately caught up with the location.

Zhao Lan listened to her husband's description of the situation at that time, and turned back to look at Mingchi.

She looked at her brother's eyes, Ming Chi just had a good word with the husband who came with him, he also looked at her, and blinked his eyes lightly.

Zhao Lan couldn't help laughing, she also winked at her brother twice, and also clenched her husband's hand.

"Mysterious induction." Zhao Lan introduced to the husband, "It was trained in the past."

Many times the hunch is unreasonable, that is, relying on such unreasonable hunch, they pull each other and stumble together to survive.

Relying on this hunch, after the nightmare of those three days ended, the younger brother brought the police who rescued them to the house where she was locked up and saved her life.

They have their own codes, blinking once for "I'm fine" and twice for "everything is fine".

It was calm and everything was over.

Everything is fine.

The dishes were served quickly, and they chatted while eating, without any of Zhao Lan's worries-although there were three people at a table who were not very good at chatting, there was still a professor who taught dancing.

Moreover, Mingchi is also gentle and steady, and because of the overlapping professional fields, he also had a good chat with Zhao Lan's husband.

This kind of stability has already begun to appear in the past. Zhao Lan still remembered that Ming Chi was so calm that people couldn't remember his age during the time when Ming Chi was just taken back from the pile of firewood and he was not familiar with her.

But, over the years, so many things have happened. That kind of childish intelligence and precociousness at the beginning has long since transformed into a stable and fierce.

Ming Chi stopped in front of her just now. During a certain flash, Zhao Lan suddenly realized that he probably won't have a nightmare in the future.

For a long time in the past, she had nightmares every night, in which she went back to that place.

Later, under the therapeutic intervention of doctors and counselors, these dreams gradually decreased, and even less after getting to know Mr.

Even if she had nightmares, she would dream of her father, her mother, her sister and her husband coming to join her, and these dreams were no longer scary.

It was just at the end of the dream that Zhao Lan always took them anxiously and kept looking for it.

She went to turn over the piles of wood and straw, to open the door of every empty room... In dreams during this period, Zhao Lan often saw a dark sea of ​​ice when he pushed open a certain door. .

She threw herself into the sea of ​​ice, the water was salty and cold, and even the biting chill was real, but she never fished out anything.

Of course you can't get anything out.

Subconsciously, she never believed that her brother would fall in that kind of place.

Zhao Lan stretched out his hand and pushed a whole plate of crystal shrimp dumplings in front of his brother.

Mingchi stopped communicating with her husband, and when she saw her line of sight, her eyes twitched, and she moved over a whole drawer of dry steamed simmered wheat to be outdone.

Zhao Lan gulps down the sauerkraut. The taste of this shop is very authentic. The thin shaomai skin is hot and tender, and the filling is full of fragrant aromas. It has been placed so that it is not too hot. When you bite it, the hot and sweet soup drips into your throat.

Zhao Lan also likes to eat morning tea.

She still remembered that she had a high fever, and Huo Miao took care of her alone, feeding her water little by little, coaxing her to drink Chinese medicine, and roasting hidden potatoes for her.

She ate the potato and listened to the flames telling her vividly. The hot and fragrant dry steamed shaomai in the morning tea, the soup is all locked in the translucent hot noodle skin, the delicate salted egg yolk in the quicksand bag drips with one bite, the glutinous rice chicken is fragrant and soft, and the boat porridge is so fresh that people want to eat it Tongue is also swallowed...

Eighteen flavors of a potato were eaten. Zhao Lan was so greedy that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. He was so angry that he woke up the little flame. He was so hungry that he vowed to order a large table of morning tea every day, eight cages of rice rolls, nine Only glutinous rice chicken, ten drawers of dry steamed shaomai.

The two were huddled on a hard board, and Xiao Huo Miao was not angry at all after being shaken, and tried to distribute the quilt to her.

Huo Miao thought for a long time with her arms on her back, and followed her to rub the menu: "Then I want eleven crystal shrimp dumplings, twelve small wontons, and thirteen custard buns."

…

Gotta find a time to give the information to the gentleman on the opposite side.

The current younger brother is so reassuring, Zhao Lan completely relaxed, and couldn't help becoming more and more curious, quietly poking his husband's arm.

The husband was also curious and quietly squeezed her palm under the table.

The gentleman who came with his younger brother, Zhao Lan, of course knew the identity of the other party. After all, he was still robbing others for cruise tickets a few days ago. Moreover, in the news these days, the financial and social pages also often have content related to cruise companies.

On the phone, Ming Chi said that he would bring his family, but Zhao Lan did not expect that it would be Mr. Ming himself.

Mr. Ming himself is probably the least good at chatting among the four, and he never opened his mouth other than greetings, but his aura was not as cold as in the interview at all.

In particular, talking to Mingchi in a low voice, helping him get a bowl of porridge, and the two of them reviewed the details of those documentaries together.

The purpose of the trial was to not disturb the client's future life. Ming Chi didn't remember these things, so he entrusted the whole job to the Mr. Ming beside him.

Mr. Ming read it very carefully, marked out some of the content that was not intended to be published, organized it in a neat manner, and returned it back.

Zhao Lan has been an assistant by Teacher Gong's side for several months. After reading these crossed-out contents, he has an intuition: "Will the flames not come back in the future?"

After cutting out these contents, the finished film is only a purely objective record. Instead, the protagonist hides back, leaving only the clues that link the whole story.

The heat of public opinion has always passed quickly. In the past six months or a year, when someone sees the final version of this documentary, more will only leave sighs and warnings, and will not pay special attention to the parties themselves.

"Really not coming back?" Zhao Lan's husband often surfs the Internet, just saw the recent hot search, and laughed and joked, "The whole world is waiting for Mr. Luo."

There have been many angles and versions of the video of the beach concert that day. A few were even rushed to the hot search for several days, and many people were asking for songs, but unfortunately no one has been able to find them until now.

Since it can't be found anywhere, there is only one possibility left.

Those unedited original films released by Huaisheng Entertainment's official blog, the amazing guitarist who wrote and played by himself and occasionally sang by himself, became popular again belatedly.

The truths that had been maliciously concealed and erased were seen again, and finally, belatedly, the heat and brilliance that were long overdue erupted again.

Ming Chi smiled and shook his head, and added, "I also play the guitar."

He didn't shy away from talking about it at all, put down the white porcelain spoon in his hand, and talked about his future plans in a warm voice.

Fang Hang's intuition is very accurate. He will not debut again, nor will he be involved in that circle again, nor will he stand in the spotlight and become a standard artist or idol.

There is no special reason, he just enjoys those completely free stages more.

On the deck, by the campfire—maybe there will be a concert or concert on a whim. There is no publicity or notice, and the tickets will be released in a flash, and the first row must be reserved for friends who make an appointment in advance.

Before the operation, Ming Chi wrote a letter to himself after the operation, and said a lot about this matter.

You can go and make friends casually, and you can go and stand anywhere.

No need to hide anymore, because no one will be implicated, no need to hide corners that no one can see, because even if someone likes him and speaks for him, those people will not be hurt any more.

That's totally enough.

"Enough." Zhao Lan's husband nodded, and suddenly became serious, "You don't need those things."

"You're the kind of performer who's meant to be free."

He seriously said to Ming Chi: "You don't need to go to that kind of place, you don't need to be judged and pointed by anyone."

Zhao Lan's husband has been a professor for many years. He has taught students from class to class. He has his own courses and studios. He has also been invited to many shows and has seen too many excellent newcomers. In fact, it is not unusual. .

Even so, he couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhao Lan's official blog when he saw the competition videos from a few years ago.

Such a remarkable aura and talent, if he can be placed in the music world decades ago, and he can be indulged in the world for ten or twenty years, he may really reach an unimaginable height.

Zhao Lan's husband didn't mention this again, he just looked at Mingchi: "There's no need to go under the spotlight."

When he talks about these fields, there is always some artist's temperament, and he doesn't feel embarrassed to say it directly: "Wherever you stand, there will naturally be light chasing you."

Ming Chi was obviously still some distance away from the artist, so he would still feel embarrassed. At the same time as thanking him, his ears had turned red calmly.

Zhao Lan's husband laughed, took a sip of tea, and held Zhao Lan's thumb without a trace.

On the night of the hot search, Zhao Lan's husband pulled his lover over. The two read the comments together. It was found that compared with the public opinion of the whole network, the official blog of Huaisheng Entertainment was actually much calmer.

"It's too late after all."

Someone left a message, which was particularly eye-catching in the comments of "When will Mr. Luo come back" and "Waiting for a long time".

"Oops, it's been discovered that it's neither free nor fun here."

These are what he really wants to say.

Some people are suitable for the dazzling under the spotlight, suitable for bright flowers and stars, and some people are suitable for the chic in the south of the Yangtze River and the north, suitable for the sky high and the sea wide and the moon a thousand miles away.

There is no better or worse, but if a soul is born free, it should not be bound by anything, and it should be allowed to find the most interesting place.

…

After watching those videos, listening to his lover talking about it for so long, and finally seeing the real person in front of him, Zhao Lan's husband is now completely in love with this young man: "It's fine for a concert, a concert, and when the tickets are released, Please also let us know five minutes in advance."

He sighed half-jokingly and rubbed his forehead with the memories of the past few days in his mind: "Alan and I are really not good at grabbing tickets..."

Zhao Lan's husband was gently kicked by his lover at the bottom of the table, he was stunned, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"You can't do something special, you can grab it based on your ability." Zhao Lan also whispered to him, "If you can't grab it, go to the exit and wait for flowers to be delivered."

Zhao Lan's husband thought for a while, and he could imagine how popular it would be if Ming Chi really held a concert, even if it didn't publicize or announce it: "It makes sense, then let's send flowers."

Seeing that his husband tacitly agreed that he could not get the tickets, Zhao Lan was worried and funny, sighed, and snatched a piece of white sugar horseshoe cake from him.

Zhao Lan's husband thought it was because his lover was hungry, so he also asked Mr. Ming where the porridge bowl was, and went to put two bowls of hot boat porridge.

Mingchi watched their interaction seriously, completely relieved, and smiled: "Don't rush for tickets, Sister Zhao Lan sits at the family's special invitation table."

Zhao Lan was drinking porridge, and when he heard the "family"'s eyes lit up, he clenched his fists and asked him, "Really?"

Ming Chi also clenched his fist: "Really really."

Looking at his actions, Zhao Lan couldn't help laughing, and immediately blinked hard when his eyes became hot.

She also looked at Mingchi completely attentively, saw the hearing aid on Mingchi's ear, raised her hand and touched it lightly: "Will there still be tinnitus?"

"Not at all." Ming Chi said, "I heard it very clearly."

"Is the waist healed? No concerts are allowed until it heals."

Zhao Lan said: "I heard them say that this is particularly exhausting, and some rock musicians may faint on stage."

Ming Chi is still a little far from the enthusiasm of rock and roll, but he still nodded in cooperation: "I'm raising it, I'll definitely wait for it to heal."

I really have to reflect, Ming Chi actually has a lot of habits that are not very friendly to the waist - for example, he always plays games on the sofa, and once he practices the guitar or draws, he forgets to get up and move in the afternoon. In short, as long as the waist does not hurt At the time, I was particularly confident that I was quite healthy.

After receiving the rehabilitation advice from the physiotherapist, with the active consent of Mr. Xiao himself, Mr. Ming re-arranged the daily time allocation in detail, and carried out very careful supervision and reminders.

If it hadn't been for dinner today, the little gentleman would have been led to a big bed with a moderately firm mattress, and he would have taken a nap with him.

Probably because the biological clock was ready, Ming Chi shook his head a little, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Shadow had actively joined the conversation first.

Zhao Lan's husband was temporarily unable to speak, and quietly helped him keep up with the topic: "I'm discussing your body."

No one knows the old wounds on Mingchi's body better than Zhao Lan. Most of them have healed, but some are still dormant. Maybe they will come back to toss people when they get older.

The two family members discussed the client's physical condition here. The client ate his thirteen pocket custard buns, and another family member who was outside the staff quietly got up to check out and found that someone had already settled it.

Zhao Lan explained everything that came to his mind in detail, another twenty minutes had passed, and the meal was almost over.

"I should invite me for the first meal." Zhao Lan was very pleased with Mingchi's condition, but this was the only thing he was dissatisfied with. "I'm my elder sister. I haven't seen each other for thirteen years, and I asked my brother to invite him to dinner."

Ming Chi smiled and was criticized, touched the remote control car lightly, and answered with a pursed mouth, "I really like this."

He was holding a lot of gifts that Sister Zhao Lan gave him. Although he hadn't had time to take a closer look, he was reluctant to put down any of them, and added: "I like all of them very much."

Mingchi raised his eyes and smiled at her, and said softly, "Why is it so good."

Zhao Lan looked at him with a smile, rubbed his eyes twice, and carefully put away the shell boat.

…

Zhao Lan's sister is called Zhao Min. The two sisters are very close. The remote control car was given by her sister.

Before coming this time, Zhao Lan chatted a lot with her family, and her sister also told her a lot of things that she hadn't said before.

Zhao Min told Zhao Lan that the ten-year-old brother came to find his sister and leaned on the glass to look in.

Zhao Min said that the younger brother was very sensible, he was gentle in touching and touching anything, and he spoke lightly, but for some reason, he was the only one.

Zhao Min asked the younger brother where he lived, where his family was, and where the adults were. The younger brother just laughed and didn't speak.

The younger brother asked her if Sister Zhao Lan was crying with her family.

Zhao Min nodded and said yes, she cried so loudly, she cried louder than her sister, and was laughed at by the passing children that day.

The younger brother asked, did Sister Zhao Lan go back to her room and slept all day and night without getting up.

Zhao Min also nodded, saying that before coming to the hospital for formal recuperation, she accompanies her sister to sleep at home every day.

The younger brother asked if Sister Zhao Lan had made up her birthday. He raised his hand very seriously and reminded that there were three, and there must be no less.

Zhao Min gave him a gesture and settled on an eight-layer birthday cake of that size. The characters written by her and her parents squeezed jam and chocolate sauce together. It was not very pretty, but it was very delicious. She also made a large table of dishes to prepare. A sack of gifts.

…

These are all too simple questions.

Zhao Min didn't understand at all at the time, why the child seemed very nervous and solemn when he asked this, as if he was very worried that they didn't do it.

It seems that he doesn't know at all, it turns out that these can also be achieved, and there is no need for any reason or reason, because it is family, so it can be achieved.

Zhao Min took out his phone and showed him the photos.

The younger brother looked very calm and mature, and looked at each one carefully like a little adult. Then he took a deep breath and exhaled, the corners of his mouth pursed high.

"That's good." The younger brother was very happy, clenching his fists, "It's really nice."

Zhao Min also smiled and rubbed his head, thanked him for protecting his sister, and promised to give him gifts too. The eight-layer cake hasn't been eaten yet, so I'll give him a piece later.

The younger brother was alone, sitting on a bench in the hospital, watching their family busy taking care of sister Zhao Lan.

The sun that day was a little dazzling, and the glass reflected light, making it difficult to see the opposite side.

They wanted to send the younger brother home, but when they returned from their business, the child was gone.

"Sister." The night before leaving home, Zhao Min hugged her and whispered to her, "Can we invite my brother to come..."

…

Zhao Lan took a deep breath.

She was cheered by her husband, and after that Mr. Ming and Ming Chi finished chatting, she walked over quietly: "Brother."

Ming Chi blinked slightly and met her gaze.

"This year—" Zhao Lan didn't know if he still remembered the agreement, but she remembered that Huo Miao didn't seem to answer her at that time, "During the New Year."

Zhao Lan asked in a low voice, "If it's convenient, would you like to come home for dinner?"

"You come directly, you don't need to bring anything."

"Mom and Dad, and my sister, miss you very much." Zhao Lan finished in one breath, "There will be a large table of dishes, and they will all be delicious."

Ming Chi and the Mr. Ming exchanged glances, and their eyes curled up: "Does it matter if you bring it?"

Zhao Lan was stunned: "What?"

Mingchi stood up with the edge of the table and walked to Mingwei Pavilion.

He had just chatted with Mr. Shadow about it. There is no Chinese New Year tradition on the high seas, and there will be no special arrangements for those days.

Mr. Shadow is very interested in this kind of ceremony, and looks forward to attending with Ming Chi.

"Maybe." Ming Chi said, "I have family members."

Zhao Lan was stunned for two seconds, and his husband squeezed his hand excitedly. He suddenly reacted and opened his eyes wide to look at the figure beside him.

She immediately squeezed her husband's hand twice, exchanged glances, and then looked at Mingchi inquiringly.

"I've been learning how to cook for years, and the results are okay. We bring the ingredients, and I can make a big table in a kitchen."

Ming Chi calculated very rigorously: "This is two big tables."

Zhao Lan's eyes widened even more, and he almost couldn't help but pull him in surprise: "You remember! You all remember!"

"Remember." Ming Chi repeated with a smile, and clenched his fists again, "About a meal."

All these things are remembered.

He remembered the promise that he didn't agree to.

The dream he had that day was not very good, and for some reason, he did not agree to his sister's words.

At that time, he did not promise that the two families would have a New Year's Eve dinner together, set two tables of delicious food, and celebrate the New Year in a lively and happy New Year's Eve.

Now he has the confidence to agree.

"Sister, I haven't introduced you to me."

Ming Chi tidied up his clothes quite formally.

He took out two dinner invitations and put them on the table, took a slow breath, and let out a long exhalation, meeting Mingwei Pavilion's calm gaze.

"This is my husband. If it's convenient, we may visit together during the New Year's Eve this year. Our two families will have a New Year's Eve dinner together and set two tables of delicious food."

Ming Chi said with a smile: "It's lively and lively, and it's a reunion."