Please don't be so hard on me!

The car slid out of the noisy commercial street of the university city, and Miao Cun kept wiping his hands on his T-shirt, trying to clean the stains and grit from the wound.Luo Minghan took out two pieces of paper and handed them to him, "Wipe."

Then he parked the car slowly on the side of the road and pressed the double flash.

Miao Cun took the tissue and said "thank you" softly, in a very polite tone, but without emotion.

Luo Minghan thought he was very interesting, he didn't look big, but he got along with him without restraint.He unscrewed the mineral water bottle: "Rinse with water."

Miao Cun then soaked the paper towel as he said.

"You are a painter, you should protect your hands."

"know."

"Are you a student from the Academy of Fine Arts?"

"Vocational school."

Luo Minghan glanced at his stack of books and raised his eyebrows: "The vocational school also has an oil painting department?"

Miao Cun told him nonsense: "I learned animation design and oil painting by myself."

He wanted to get out of the car after washing his hands, but Luo Minghan kindly reminded him: "Change your clothes."

Indeed, the white T-shirt was already filthy, not to mention how it looked, it was uncomfortable to wear.Miao Cun looked at his face that was so familiar to him, and forgot to refuse for a moment. When he came back to his senses, Luo Minghan had already turned sideways, and took out a paper bag from the back seat: "Here are clean clothes..."

Miao Cun wanted to say that he could go back to the dormitory to change, but Luo Minghan had already carried the bag and found a black polo shirt inside, "...it belongs to my brother, if you don't mind..."

Before he finished speaking this time, Miao Cun took the words: "I don't mind."

Luo Minghan raised his eyes, but Miao Cun stared at the clothes in his hands, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes, which were as clear as glass, became a little nervous.Luo Minghan hooked his lips, "Then you go to the back to change?"

Miao Cun nodded, took Luo Yuanhe's clothes from him, opened the door and got out of the car.

Luo Minghan took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, raised his volume slightly, but still said in a casual tone: "The back is a bit messy, you can clean it up as you like."

There was a sound of closing the door, and it was Miao Cun who got into the car.He glanced down at these messy things. Books, paint boxes, drawing boards, brackets, and plaster casts were all Luo Yuanhe's personal belongings.He has been a guest in France for a year, and it has been four days since today, and Miao Cun misses him very much.

Teacher Luo didn't know what kind of thoughts this gifted student had for him, but he only knew that Miao Cun looked at him every time he was giving lectures, always watching him attentively and seriously, as if he was afraid that he would disappear in a second.Before he got on the plane, he didn't see Miao Cun come to say goodbye, so he could only take the initiative to send him a WeChat message, telling him not to slacken his practice of skills and perception of the world.

Miao Cun typed, deleted and deleted a line, and finally replied: "Good teacher, I miss you."

Even if Luo Yuanhe used his deepest emotions to guess, he couldn't figure out the intensity and depth of the four words "I miss you".

·

There was still the fragrance of laundry detergent on the clothes. Miao Cun picked up the collar and sniffed it like a small animal. His heart was gently wrapped by a peaceful white tide.

Teacher Luo's taste.

Teacher Luo didn’t have a girlfriend. Once, a stylishly dressed boy stopped him outside the studio and asked him why he didn’t answer the phone or reply to WeChat, and whether he wanted to break up with him.Miao Cun heard it around the corner, and his heart pounded while holding the book.

In fact, a year is not a long time. They start painting, and they only complete one painting in three to five months. Then it will be three paintings, and Teacher Luo will come back.At that time, Miao Cun was 20 years old, and he could barely be considered an adult, so he could talk about liking and love.

After taking off the dirty T-shirt, Miao Cun folded it and put his arms into the sleeves.

Luo Minghan bit the cigarette, lowered his head and lit it, the smell of tobacco diffused faintly in the car along with the white mist, and was carried out of the window by the wind.He sat on the steering wheel and lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

In the quiet air, there was a rustling sound from the back seat. Maybe it was Miao Cun who was putting on the black polo shirt. When he was doing the movements, the muscles on his thin waist showed beautiful movements.

It is also easy to take a look in the rearview mirror, but Luo Minghan just smoked a cigarette, very restrained, and then asked: "Are you ready?"

Miao Cun returned to the co-pilot. His skin was so white that it was so cold, but his black hair and pupils were so black that they were pure black, and his bangs drooped finely. This made him look obedient and difficult to coax, which was very contradictory .

Luo Minghan bit his cigarette and relaxed again.

It's embarrassing, and it's not like he hasn't seen beautiful ones before.

"Thank you." Miao Cun didn't pay attention to his eyes, he was polite, not to mention that he was Luo Yuanhe's brother.

Luo Yuanhe sometimes mentions his elder brother, he respects him very much, but he is very distressed about his private life, because the two look exactly alike, and there are always romantic debts miscalculated on him.Miao Cun worked as Luo Yuanhe's assistant, and knew all about Luo Minghan's deeds, so his manners were limited.

"I have to pay it back." Luo Minghan pointedly reminded him, playing the most basic tricks with him.

Miao Cun didn't intend to return it, but he promised very well.He was too lazy to get in touch with Luo Minghan, he just wanted to wait for Luo Yuanhe to come back a year later, and he would return it to him himself.

"So, what's your name?"

"Miao Cun, the 'Miao' in the wrong way, read 'miao', the existence of existence."

Luo Minghan wrote these two words in his heart, startled for a moment, and looked at him with a softer gaze.Probably a child who is not popular with his parents, otherwise why would he be named "wrong existence".

But it's none of his business, and he doesn't want to be a father.

"What do your friends call you?"

"Miao Miao." Luo Yuanhe kept calling him that.

"Miaomiao." Luo Minghan made up his mind, "Phone number."

Miao Cun reported a string, he saved it, dialed the phone and hung up: "Mine."

Miao Cun had no intention of saving.

Luo Minghan smiled, "You're not going to pay it back, are you?"

He has exactly the same face as Luo Yuanhe, but his eyes, breath and tone of speech are all so different.Luo Yuanhe is much gentler, but Luo Minghan has a gangster air about him, no matter how casually he looks, his eyes are still sharp, making people feel violated, coveted, and controlled.

Miao Cun is not used to the face he deeply likes appearing on someone like him, and he feels disgusted and irritated by being spoiled.He looked away and picked up the book: "I will return it."

Luo Minghan didn't know where his intuition came from. He felt that the little liar who lied to him once would always lie to him a second time, so he easily took out a book from his stack of books, held it up and waved it: "Exchange."

Miao Cun was speechless. Facing the familiar face, he said more politely: "I can see that you are very reluctant to be a good person."

Luo Minghan smiled, "You have to know," he threw the book to the back seat, and said meaningfully: "Facing you, no 29-year-old man will be a good person."