MTL - They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes-Chapter 89 Fanwai III Fireworks (Part 2)

The weather tonight is better than usual.

What Mingchi saw on the road was a shoal, the terrain was flat, and the sea was so clear that he could see the fine sand between the rocks.

There was no wind, but after all, it was in a place like the seaside. The temperature at night was already very comfortable, and even the falling moonlight seemed cool.

Mr. Manual Navigation System was in charge of guiding the way, so he turned back to his home to pick up new fireworks.

Those fireworks are not like performances at all, neither lively nor dazzling, one is about to burn out in the dark night dome, and the other one slowly rises up.

Their shadows overlapped and fell on the calm water, like a staircase, walking steadily farther and farther.

Minglu found that the little gentleman did not have a walking stick, so he got off the boat and looked for it in the direction of the fireworks.

…

The content depicted on the painting is what happened at this time.

Manager Ming, based on what he had seen and known, summed it up in a concise and comprehensive manner, said this sentence unhurriedly, stopped talking and stood up.

Xun Zhen widened his eyes: "It's gone?"

Manager Ming tidied up his clothes and looked at him kindly: "President Xun still want to continue listening?"

Xun Zhen was stunned for two seconds and suddenly regained his senses, closed his mouth firmly, and shook his head quickly and decisively.

...that's what happened at this time.

Manager Ming went to deliver the cane and saw Mr. Ming Xiao who was driving him away.

Mingchi's reconstruction plan went very smoothly, not only running and jumping was no longer a problem, he could even lead his husband to chase fireworks without a walking stick.

But some people not only boarded the ship a week late, but also failed to bring their family members because of work trips.

Xun Zhen lived alone in the big room this time. When he heard the story just now, his mind was all in those words, and he didn't notice anything wrong.

Now that the story is over, Dean Xun is sitting alone on a chair with his briefcase on his lap. Suddenly, he feels that the endless sea level outside the window is too lonely and wide.

Xun Zhen thought of his wife who went on a trip with a friend, and felt a little sad for no reason: "Manager Ming..."

Manager Ming has already received the news from Mr.

Along the way, I have passed many places, although they are all along the coast, the dishes are quite different. Some are light, some are heavy with spices, and some are more exciting raw pickles and raw mixes. Every time you dock in the port, you can encounter different flavors.

The little gentleman continued to teach him how to make stuffed bread, and he also made a few new dishes by himself. He sent a message and asked Uncle Lu to go back to dinner.

Mingchi has always liked to study cooking. When he was a child, he often followed Mrs. Ren in the kitchen, sometimes baking pastries, sometimes studying new dishes, and every time he developed a finished product that tasted quite good.

In the past, he used to study and eat by himself. Now, of course, he is tasting the food together as a family. When he eats dishes that taste amazing, he can also provide a lot of inspiration for the restaurant.

Because some dishes cannot wait to cool down, and dinner is too late, it is also harmful to the body, so it must be passed immediately.

Minglu explained the reason in detail, tidied up his collar, and left the room vigorously.

Dean Xun, carrying his briefcase, stared at the moon for five minutes alone against the lonely and wide sea outside the window.

Dean Xun went back to the large room by himself, passed by the restaurant, ordered two small cakes to carry away, and made a video call to his wife.

…

Ming Lu knocked on the door of the living room. Mr. and Mr. Xiao have already made dinner and are making fruit wine together.

Mingchi added an extra base wine to Mr. Shadow's glass, blinked at Uncle Lu, and gestured quietly. Ming Lu also nodded calmly and calmly helped to block Mr. Block's direction.

The painting was placed on the balcony, waiting to be continued tomorrow, and the progress has been a little more than before.

The colors used in the picture are warm and quiet, like a layer of extra soft mist. In addition to depicting the fireworks between the sky and the water, there are also human figures reflected in the water.

… The events of that time are indeed not suitable to be told to Dean Xun who was on the boat alone.

In fact, if you really want to know the details of that night, there are probably only two parties involved.

Manager Ming has accompanied the previous generation to pursue his wife once. He has rich experience and knowledge, and knows that there should be room for two people at this time. So I didn't approach, just brought loose casual clothes and waited near the car.

When Mingweiting and Mingchi came back together, those clothes did come in handy.

Fireworks bloom in the sky and shine in the water, chasing after the falling shadows, of course, the sea water will wet the clothes.

It's just that the two big friends and little children who took the initiative to run out to get in the rain on a rainy day had no peace of mind. This time, their clothes were almost all soaked through. .

Mingchi put the prepared fruit wine on the table, this time he put more grape juice and pulp, the taste is more refreshing and better than before.

Minglu sat down at the table and saw that Mingweiting actually took the initiative to get the cup with more grapes, and couldn't help but wonder: "When did you like grapes, sir?"

"A few days ago." Ming Weiting thought for a while, "On the Qixi Festival."

There is no habit of using the lunar calendar on the cruise ship, Minglu was stunned when he heard the words, and after thinking about it, he finally remembered what was special about that night: "It turned out to be the Qixi Festival that day."

Mingweiting nodded, and he went to check the relevant information: "It's a legend in folk culture. On this night, the separated family was reunited with the help of magpies, and they could spend a family reunion together. night."

Ming Lu has not understood this festival from this perspective, but the Cowherd and Weaver Girl met on the bridge of magpies, so the explanation can't be wrong at all.

"Uncle Lu." Ming Weiting said, "The Qixi Festival will be celebrated at home in the future."

Ming Lu coughed lightly, looked at Ming Chi's red ears, and immediately understood, smiled and nodded: "Okay."

"It's time to celebrate." Minglu nodded, "I remember the days. In the future, Mr. and Mr. Xiao will celebrate the Qixi Festival every year."

The little gentleman was buried in his rice bowl, and firmly expressed his position by nodding.

All members voted to pass, and Director Ming put this matter on the family's major event agenda.

Realizing the specialness of that day, Ming Lu couldn't help but be curious about the situation that night, looked up at the balcony, and looked at the painting carefully for a while.

In all fairness, the weather and scenery that night were really good.

On the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the moon is neither thin nor round, but it is quite bright, and it is reflected in the water very clearly, as if it could be picked up by hand.

There were two people chasing a firework there, one without a cane, maybe agile enough but not strong enough. But it doesn't matter at all, there will always be someone by your side, so you don't have to worry about falling.

It may be picked up - this is more efficient, and the chest will be close to the ear, so close that even if you don't wear a hearing aid, you can clearly hear the heartbeat.

That night, some people knew about Qixi Festival, and some people fell in love with grapes.

…

Ming Chi buried his head and worked hard to eat with vegetables and drink the low-degree fruit wine he had prepared.

With the lesson of accidentally drinking too much last time, Mingchi has a long memory this time, and he strictly guarded his cup, but he was curious and wanted to know the taste of Mr. Shadow's cup.

He raised his head as soon as he took two sips, and he couldn't help but look up after two more sips, which soon caught the attention of Mr. Ming.

Ming Weiting rubbed his hair, picked a grape from the fruit bowl and put it in his hand, lowered his head and waited for the little gentleman to speak.

Ming Chi slightly pressed the corner of his mouth.

After confirming that Uncle Lu was concentrating on the painting, Ming Chi was serious and quickly brought the grapes to the top of his head.

... This is also a legend in folk culture.

Legend has it that on the night of Qixi Festival, as long as you go under the grape trellis, you can hear the Cowherd and Weaver Girl whispering.

Altair and Vega are both stars, of course this is not true. But the custom is still passed down. If you whisper under the grape trellis, the more sincere and sincere the words are, the more they will come true.

That night, they had caught up with the last fireworks, and they had gone so far from shore that the high tide was almost over the rocky beach.

Mingchi found a fairly flat and wide rock with a high terrain, and lay down with his arms outstretched.

The sea was surging, and the cover slowly washed up, wrapping him in the waves, and then slowly retreating back.

Ming Chi tried to close his eyes and hold his breath. The moment his ears were submerged by the sea water, he couldn't help but coughed twice, and sea water rushed in immediately.

Someone reached out and wrapped his arms around his shoulders and neck, trying to lift him out of the water, but Mingchi grabbed that hand.

Mingchi still closed his eyes and held Mr. Shadow's palm.

The next time the sea washes up, he successfully closed his breath, opened his eyes and wiped his face, smiling brightly at Mr. Shadow.

Ming Weiting looked at him, also revealed a smile, and lay down with Ming Chi.

He also imitated Mingchi's movements and lay beside Mingchi, and stretched out his arms quite dedicatedly and became a pillow for the little gentleman.

Mingchi can swim—even if he doesn't know how to surf or dive for a while, but after living in Wanghai Villa for so long, he is always dragged out by his aunt to play in the water, so he is always good at swimming.

These days, Mingchi himself has tried to practice breathing in the bathtub, but it still seems to be different from the seawater.

The sea water is pouring up, occupying the vision and occupying the hearing. Only the sound of the surging water can be heard in the ears. It is easy for people to flash back to the overwhelming feeling of suffocation in an instant, and their minds will instantly become blank.

...but as long as the hands are held it's not a problem at all.

Not only is it not blank, he still has time to think of other things.

Mingchi suddenly remembered that he seemed to be hiding a bunch of grapes in the cliff above his head.

Grapes I bought on the way back. When Mr. Navigator led them back here, Ming Chi jumped up and hid them.

The reason why I want to buy grapes is because tonight is Tanabata.

Tonight is Tanabata, but such a good time, there is not a single vine here.

On the beach by the sea, except for the cliffs and rocks, the sea is salty and the sea breeze is fierce, and it is not the fault of the grapes that the vines cannot grow.

Ming Chi was adaptable, bought a bunch of grapes that tasted the sweetest on the way back, borrowed water from the stall owner to wash it, and decided to replace it temporarily.

He told the legend to Mr. Shadow, and then stood up wet from the water with Mr. Shadow, and found the hidden grapes.

On the Qixi Festival, whispering under the grapes is sincere.

…

So the two of them chatted while picking and eating grapes under the bunch of grapes, and they whispered almost a hundred words.

This is the thirty-ninth happy thing.

The fortieth piece, Mr. Ming Xiao carved his first square seal, took it out and dipped it in some sea water, and stamped it neatly on Mr. Ming's palm.

The sea water left no trace, so Ming Weiting looked down at him and said softly, "Wait back to change the ink pad."

"Don't worry." Mingchi wasn't satisfied with Fangyin, "Practice a few more times and choose the best looking one."

Ming Weiting asked, "Isn't it too late for the Qixi Festival?"

Ming Chi didn't react a bit, and was stunned: "What?"

"Seal." Ming Weiting said, "It has the same legal effect as a signature."

He closed his eyes, recalled in detail the touch just now, slowly outlined those dark lines in Mingchi's palm, and read the words on it: "Ming, Chi, Zhi."

Mingchi didn't expect Mr. Shadow to have this hand, his eyes widened and his ears were a little hot.

He coughed lightly and admitted honestly: "The last 'print' was not carved properly, so it was shoveled out."

"very suitable."

Ming Weiting shook his head: "These three words are enough."

"'zhi' is used in a biased structure, and the meaning is equivalent to '的' in modern Chinese. You are printed on my hand." Ming Weiting translated, "I am yours."

He still remembered the request to whisper, his voice was very low, and in the ups and downs of the tide, there was a solemn and soft tone that was completely serious.

"I'm yours."

Ming Chi's heart skipped a beat in his chest.

Ming Chi raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him.

The moon was bright and they were standing under the grapes.

Although only one grape had been eaten, it was still a grape, and they were standing under the grape.

Sincerity is spirit.

Ming Chi reached out to pick the grape, but Ming Weiting held his hand and looked down at him.

"Eat is the best." Ming Chi pursed his lips, closed his eyes and whispered, "Have a lifetime of Qixi Festival with Mr. Shadow."

Ming Weiting lowered his head and grabbed the grape pulp that the little gentleman had peeled and handed over.

Ming Chi's hands were stained with some sea water, and the taste of grapes also brought a little saltiness of sea water. Before he could react, Ming Chi suddenly took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and crossed his heart, supported his arm to pad his feet, and came up to him quickly.

Ming Chi's fingers were in the middle, and they ate the grape together. The exhaled airflow was entangled close at hand, and the line of sight hit the fundus without defense and reservation.

The warm touch, cool and soft grape pulp, the taste of sea water and the bright smoke of fireworks.

…

Ming Chi held up the stuffed grape, and quickly whispered something to Mr. Shadow.

After listening carefully, Mr. Shadow nodded and handed him his cup.

The flavor of this fruit wine needs to be blended with the base wine, otherwise it will lack the flavor, and it will look like pure fruit juice.

Ming Chi lowered his head and took a sip carefully, and found that it was indeed better than his own, so he couldn't help taking a sip.

Mr. Shadow has always been very generous about this kind of thing. He directly took a small glass and poured half of it for him.

When Manager Ming finished admiring the painting and turned his attention back to the room, Mr. Ming Xiao, who had personally ordered a double base wine for his husband, was already holding the glass of wine and sipped more than half of it.

Ming Chi's wine is quite good. I don't make trouble or sleep when I'm drunk, my mood is very stable, and my consciousness is very clear. I just like to speak in a low voice.

"I also like to eat grapes." Ming Chi met Ming Lu's gaze, and his eyes were even more curved, "Uncle Lu, I want to spend the Qixi Festival with my husband for a lifetime, but we don't want Queqiao."

Minglu laughed and nodded in agreement: "What's so good about Queqiao, I want to see Mr., and I see it as soon as I lift my foot."

Ming Chi thought about it for a while, and found that it was indeed the case, so he was even happier, and as soon as he lifted his foot, he moved the chair towards Mr. Shadow.

He moved to Mr. Shadow and fumbled around again,

Ming Weiting guessed what Ming Chi was looking for, touched his hair, helped to bring the log over to the latest page, and pulled off the cap of the pen.

Ming Chi held the diary, raised a pen and pondered for a long time.

Drunk Mr. Ming Xiao especially likes to speak in a low voice and is very honest, and he never hides his thoughts.

He didn't start with the usual "The 41st Happy Thing", instead he scribbled and wrote "The 41st thing I'm going to tell Mr. Shadow when I confess."

Mr. Ming Xiao held his diary, and immersed himself in writing a memo, stroke by stroke: only three words for the seal, and only one grape.

A box of fireworks, people want two.

Three plus one plus one plus two equals seven, the seventh day of the seventh lunar month.

He wants to spend the Tanabata with Mr. Shadow for the rest of his life.

No magpie bridge, he jumped over as soon as he lifted his foot.

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