Please don't be so hard on me!

The final exam was passed smoothly, and the results came out two weeks later. Miao Cun did not fail, but his grade point was not high.He was not interested in learning those general education courses at first, and he was able to make a surprise attack so seriously before the exam, but he was afraid that others would say how Luo Yuanhe's genius student was so downcast.

After the exam, it was summer vacation, and he had to go home.

I also tried to ignore Miao Jiancheng's phone calls before, and didn't go home during the holidays, laying the floor in the studio every day, but Miao Jiancheng was the best, and called the police to say that his eldest son had lost contact and disappeared.After a thorough investigation, the police finally found Luo Yuanhe's studio, almost treating him as a pervert who kidnapped a minor.

There may be reasons behind this instigated by his stepmother or Miao Cong, but Miao Cun does not know.

His family was in the eastern suburbs of the city, and the people who lived here for three generations were ordinary people, and it was considered honorable to be able to produce a civil servant.Miao Jiancheng achieved nothing in his middle age. He relied on a fruit stand to support his family, but walked sideways in the neighborhood, nothing else. He has two sons, which is a proof of his ability.

"Miao Cun is back." Miao Jiancheng's second wife, Li Liping, was preparing dinner for the family.

Miao Cun nodded, and glanced at the dining table, the three sets of bowls and chopsticks were not for him.He told him in the morning that he would go home today, obviously Li Liping didn't take him seriously.

"The bowl is in the cupboard, take it yourself. Auntie is steaming the fish, so I can't go away." Thinking of something again, his face changed, and he smiled and said, "It's okay, are you tired? Let's go upstairs to rest , I'll get it for you."

Miao Cun knew that Li Liping was the person in the whole family who was most on the same ideological front as him - they all believed that he should leave the family.

As long as Miao Cun doesn't come home, Li Liping can naturally immerse herself in the happiness and warmth of her small family. When Miao Cun appears, she will be reminded that she is a mistress who robbed someone else's husband, and that her son is an illegitimate child who got pregnant before marriage. This home was snatched from another woman.

When Li Liping looked at Miao Cun, it was probably like looking at flies on the food. She was troublesome, but she couldn't kill her. She could only grind her teeth even more in the day-to-day struggle.

But her politeness and enthusiasm today was obviously abnormal, Miao Cun kept some guard in his heart, nodded and went upstairs.

Miao Jiancheng’s house was inherited from the previous generation. The alley is old and small, and three and a half floors are built in a crooked corner, but the area of ​​garbage is pitiful, and the house type is as bad as the sewer pipes. Miao Cun’s room is on the top floor The attic—the half of the third and a half floors.

It has grown to 1.7 meters eight, but this attic is occupied by a ten-year-old child. He has to get in and out of the waist, sit on the floor to straighten up, but when he gets on the bed, he has to lie down—just like living on the upper berth of a train almost.

When Miao Jiancheng was still young, Miao Jiancheng took Miao Cong to play in the amusement park. Li Liping locked him in the attic for fear of him getting hurt. The light in the skylight was dim, and he drew strokes under the light.

His younger brother Miao Cong's room is on the third floor, with bookshelves and a desk, although he neither reads nor does homework.When Miao Cun came in, he was building Lego.

"Return the bank card to me."

Miao Cong kept moving, with a fake smile on his face, as if enjoying himself, "What bank card?"

"My ID bag."

"I don't know what you're talking about. If you lose your bank card, you can report the loss. If you lose your ID card, you can reissue it. What are you looking for?" He stopped, looked up at Miao Cun, and said naively, "Brother, you said that I I haven't settled with you yet for getting someone pregnant and having an abortion."

"There is someone else living in that house besides me," Miao Cun spread his hands expressionlessly, "Give me back the ID, or I will ask him to call the police. He lost a notebook worth tens of thousands of dollars. I don't mind letting him go." You are charged with burglary."

"You fart!" Miao Cong panicked and forcibly calmed down, "I have witnesses, and I have Qingqing to testify."

Miao Cun evoked a little smile emotionally: "Really, she seems to be an accessory."

"You're slander!" Miao Cong stood up abruptly, "I didn't take his computer at all!"

Miao Cun shrugged half of his shoulders, "Who knows."

The two brothers faced each other silently, one was covered in anger and his face was distorted, and the other was as cold as water and his expression was indifferent.

Suddenly, Miao Cong smiled strangely, "You want the ID bag, but don't you want anything else?"

Miao Cun understated: "Throw away all the clothes and sheets, and save the flowers. You return the ID bag to me, and I will never blame you."

It seems that Miao Cun didn't realize that the sketchbook was lost.Miao Cong was thinking quickly, either, he hid the sketchbook so well that he was confident that it would not be stolen, or he hid the sketchbook so well on purpose so that he would not read it, so that he had forgotten all about it. its existence.

"Okay." Miao Cong bared his teeth and smiled grimly, "I'll give it back to you, and I'll give it back to you right now. Just kidding, brother, you scared me to death."

"Miao Cong," Miao Cun endured for a while, "You're so ugly, don't disgust me."

"Good brother," Miao Cong emptied the ID bag from the closet, returned the original, and shrugged lazily: "The two of us, I don't know who is more disgusting."

Li Liping called for dinner downstairs, and Miao Cun went up first to put the ID bag back into his schoolbag.

The dinner was very sumptuous, but it was because Miao Cong was also on vacation.

"Cun Cun," Li Liping gave him a rare piece of fish, "Did you pass the art test? If Cong Cong also learns painting now, can he pass the provincial test?"

"Mom," Miao Cong said indifferently, "Why are you in a hurry, I will work hard when I am in the second year of high school, and I will catch up in two months. Those classes are very simple."

Li Liping kicked him under the table and looked at Miao Cun earnestly.

"The provincial exam is not difficult, drawing depends on talent and patience," Miao Cun said lightly, "Those who can't sit still can't draw."

"I heard from sister Zhang next door that if you are sure you won't be able to learn the culture class, you should learn to paint. There is a class for the college entrance examination art test, which is very fast. What about Fudan!"

Miao Cun was silent for a while, Li Liping urged him to answer expectantly, "Is that sister Zhang right?"

"Talent and intelligence are right."

Miao Jiancheng slapped the table: "Then Congcong can go for it! We don't like the eight major art academies. If we want to go for these design colleges and art colleges of 985, they have high gold content!"

Miao Cun couldn't describe how many flaws there were in his sentence, he chewed the rice with a bowl in his hand, and said, "You're right."

Seeing the play, Li Liping's eyes lit up, and she asked in circles: "Then... isn't the art test class very expensive?"

"I don't know." Miao Cun said truthfully, "I haven't been there."

Naturally, he had never been in the class. He was taught by Luo Yuanhe himself since he was a child, and he was recruited out of character when he had almost learned it.

"But I have classmates who teach this kind of class," Miao Cun recalled, "I can earn 30 to [-] yuan in one summer vacation."

"What?!" Miao Jiancheng was about to drop his chopsticks, "One summer vacation, two months, 30 million? You're only in your early twenties and you're making quick money. The country should take care of you people!"

Miao Cun took him for granted as a senior political trainee, and didn't even give any reaction.

"It's so expensive? Doesn't the Price Bureau care about it?" Li Liping muttered, "Cun Cun, will you have classes during your summer vacation?"

coming.

Miao Cun paused in his heart for a moment, and said in his usual tone: "I can't drive, I don't know how to teach."

Miao Jiancheng gouged him out reproachfully, hating that he couldn't make such a large sum of quick money.

"Hey," Li Liping said "Hey" to him affectionately, "Then you are fine in summer vacation anyway, or you can stay at home and teach Cong Cong?"

The topic went around in a big circle, and finally came back to the target.Miao Cun had almost eaten, put down the bowl and chopsticks, "I have something to do during the summer vacation, and I have to work for the teacher."

Miao Jiancheng looked displeased: "It's your teacher Luo again?"

Miao Cun said "Yes" without changing his face, "I'm out of town, painting a hotel, and you don't need to look for me during this time."

"how much is it?"

"It's Mr. Luo's job, I'm just helping out, two thousand a month."

Miao Jiancheng plucked the wild goose: "Don't waste money, you have to pay living expenses when you start school."

Miao Cun smiled, "Okay."

Luo Yuanhe is the one who changed his fate. The irony is that the entire Miao family has never seen him, but they only know that he is Miao Cun's painting teacher.Miao Cun has never talked about his achievements, because he knows that flies are best at being greedy.In Miao Jiancheng's eyes, that Mr. Luo may be an ordinary art teacher, with some contacts and vision, who discovered Miao Cun, a genius, by accident, that's all.

Before going to bed, Li Liping brought him milk again for the first time.

The attic is too stuffy, and there is no air-conditioning, she sweats as soon as she comes up, seeing Miao Cun laying on the bed sketching something casually, he looks very much like him when he was a child, the same aloof, the same withdrawn, the same looking very strange Easy to bully, but unexpectedly stubborn and difficult to deal with.

She typed the manuscript for a while, put down the milk with a smile, "Save it."

Miao Cun said "hmm", "I don't drink milk, I will have diarrhea, give it to Miao Cong."

Li Liping's face was awkward for a moment, "Auntie forgot."

"Just tell me what you have to say."

"Well... If you have a classmate who gives a lecture, you can ask Auntie if I can give you a discount, okay?"

The pencil made a rustling sound on the manuscript paper, and Miao Cun continued to write, "It's best to teach for free, right?"

Li Liping was overjoyed: "Yes! Yes!"

Miao Cun curled his lower lip silently: "Okay, let me ask for you."

What a fart, he forgot about it in the time he took a shower.

The next day when it was dawn, Miao Cun left. He didn't have time to eat breakfast, so he took a deep-fried stick.Li Liping was rubbing clothes in the backyard, and Miao Jiancheng chased her out, with her vest rolled up twice, revealing her strong and bulging beer belly.

"What's the matter?" Miao Cun bit the fritters.

"Don't let your aunt see it." Miao Jiancheng said, stuffing a roll of red banknotes into his hand.

Miao Cun was taken aback, it was so beyond his experience that he didn't know how to react for a moment.

"You can't go to school alone, buy yourself more delicious food, don't save too much." Miao Jiancheng said earnestly.

This is not a surprise, but a shock.

Seeing that Miao Cun didn't move, Miao Jiancheng forced it to him directly: "Your brother is younger than you, you take care of him more in everything, and your aunt and I will leave one day, and then there will be only you and him in this world." Two people, blood is thicker than blood."

understood.

Miao Cun lost his appetite for a moment, put the money in his pocket indifferently, and waited for his next words.

There is always a sense of coldness in his eyes, and when he stares at each other leisurely like this, it always makes people feel a kind of embarrassment of being seen through.

Embarrassment turned into anger, Miao Jiancheng persisted to finish the play, and said in a rough voice: "...In short, you should pay attention to his learning to paint!"

While waiting for the bus, Miao Cun threw the 200 yuan to the beggar.

Luo Minghan's company is in Guomao, and the land price is so expensive. Let alone opening a company here, just working here can give people the illusion of superiority.Miao Cun took the bus from the east of the city to Guomao, just like going from a Brazilian slum to Times Square in New York.

Luo Minghan sent him the address on WeChat, LCA on the 36th floor, L and C are the initials of him and another founder, and A is the initials of association.

The problem is, you can't go upstairs without an employee card.

Miao Cun went to the front desk to apply for a temporary card. Luo Minghan came back after seeing the client. As soon as he stepped into the revolving door, he saw the thin back who was out of place.

The CBD is also divided into three, six, and nine grades. Guomao is the heart of the heart, the elite of the elite, and even the fragrance in the air is expensive.People here are used to receiving a call from sales during their lunch break to pick up a newly arrived bag. In winter, I wear a three-piece suit wrapped in down, and I carry RIMOWA on business trips, and I only use a watch to check the time.

Of course, there are also employees with a monthly salary of more than [-] yuan, but maybe they have five houses under their name, or their husband is a securities manager with an annual income of several million.Of course, there are ordinary white-collar workers with average wages and no background here, but they also know better than Miao Cun how to make themselves refined, successful, and glamorous.

Miao Cun is carrying an ordinary backpack, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, and a pair of 50 and [-] yuan canvas shoes on his feet. His hair has not been cut for a month, and it looks fluffy and smooth.

Luo Minghan watched with great interest for dozens of seconds.

The front desk has always been sweet, polite and aloof. He helped Miao Cun to register his identity and handed him the access card.In fact, it is not surprising that there are students coming and going, maybe it is an interview, and once they are interviewed, these T-shirts and canvas shoes will be replaced by so-called luxury brands.

Miao Cun took the card and said "thank you" politely. The moment he turned around, he heard a voice in his ear: "Why don't you tell me, so I can send someone downstairs to pick you up."

Miao Cun turned his face sideways, and fell into Luo Minghan's eyes unsuspectingly.

"I just had morning tea with a client. I knew you were coming today, so I rushed back early." Luo Minghan swiped his card for him and let him pass through the gate first. While waiting for the elevator, he guarded the side in a gentlemanly manner and asked him to go in first. .

The car was shiny and shiny, illuminating the two people who were not in the same world at all.

"It's been a while since I saw you," Luo Minghan looked down at him, "Will it be abrupt if I say I miss you?"

Miao Cun blocked all routines and said coldly: "You have already said it."

Besides, there is no such thing as "for a while", it's only half a month.

There was no one else in the elevator, but today's Luo Minghan is very self-conscious and behaves well.

"In the past, when I woke up every morning, the first thing on my mind was to quickly go through the clients I was going to meet and the projects I was going to focus on today, but today is different," Luo Minghan paused for a moment, and his tone became gentle: "Today's first thought is that you are going to paint for two months, which means that starting today, I can see you every day."

Miao Cun resignedly closed his eyes.

Money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat.

"By the way, I called my brother yesterday and told him about it."

When the elevator arrived, it caught off guard with a ding, like a nail being driven into Miao Cun's heart, making his whole heart tremble——

——Does Teacher Luo know?