Please don't be so hard on me!

Since Luo Minghan came, my aunt obviously felt that Miao Cun's wake-up time was getting later and later.I can't help but shake my head in my heart, the example brought by this "forgetful friend" is really bad.

In fact, what my aunt doesn't know is that every day when the cock crows, Luo Minghan wakes up, but he doesn't do good things when he wakes up.

My aunt is the first industrious person in the village. She gets up when the cock crows to make breakfast, steams the fresh pasta, boils the noodles until soft, and then tiees up a headscarf to sweep the courtyard. Bamboo branches are tied into a broom to scrub the ground in the courtyard. Sweeping, Miao Cun was tortured by Luo Minghan unbearably in this kind of movement, the faint skylight reflected on the tangled bed through the panes, Miao Cun always wanted to escape, but Luo Minghan dragged him back by grabbing his ankles.

"Don't... let go! Let go! Uh...don't touch me!"

Can get angry, get angry, the tip of the nose turns red when she cries, and has a baby-like nasal voice with a whimpering voice.

My aunt heard it in the courtyard, straightened her bowed waist a little, and focused her attention to distinguish, "Cuncun?" She called Miao Cun, "Don't hang around when you wake up, get up and have breakfast!"

How could Miao Cun dare to speak out? Luo Minghan suppressed his voice and teased him with ease: "Auntie asked you to go down for breakfast, won't you come back?"

Miao Cun kicked him, the arch of his foot was caught, and he was in touch with Luo Minghan's palm.

Waiting for no response, my aunt thought it was the illusion of the wind, and the sound of the broom swishing softly sounded again. The blue peacock was strolling, and Miao Cun was exhausted, so he had to sleep again.

That's it, he has degenerated from a good boy who didn't sleep past eight o'clock every day to one who didn't sleep until ten o'clock.

In fact, Luo Minghan didn't do anything, but an old man like him with hands and mouth can achieve the effect of doing everything even if he doesn't do anything.Miao Cun began to feel drowsy while painting during the day and took a nap. When he was eating dinner, his head became sleepy little by little.

"Why is Cuncun so listless these days?" My aunt cared about him so much that even my uncle cast a concerned look.

Miao Cun couldn't speak, so he lowered his face and fiddled with the white rice in the bowl with his chopsticks.

The guest who still forgets the year said, with casual jokes: "19 years old is the time to grow your body, you should make up for it."

Miao Cun didn't listen at all, stepped on Luo Minghan under the table, and twisted the toe of his shoe. Luo Minghan grunted, and smiled slightly while his aunt and uncle were puzzled, frowning and biting his teeth.

Maybe falling in love with Luo Minghan is like keeping a dog. The dog needs to consume energy to prevent him from tearing down the house, and Luo Minghan also needs to consume energy.

On the day Miao Cun realized this truth, he took Luo Minghan out of the village.The promised temples, palaces, villages with more beautiful scenery, and the Mekong River all visited one by one.

The shirt and trousers were washed by my aunt, and there was a scent of laundry soap. When Luo Minghan put them on, he stood out from the crowd of Dai people in gowns and undershirts.Putting his hands in his trouser pockets, he followed Miao Cun around the temple.

The Buddhist system here also has the same origin as that of Thailand. The eyes are all resplendent and resplendent, with gold leaf on the Dharma portrait, and gems inlaid on the square white pagoda. When turning to the second round, Luo Minghan asked Miao Cun: "What wish did you make?" ?”

Miao Cun said: "World peace."

"anything else?"

"Go to France well."

Luo Minghan was upset at first, but he was able to restrain himself and continued to ask: "What else?"

Miao Cun lowered his eyes and put his palms together facing the White Tower, "I hope that the person I like can be safe, healthy and happy for a lifetime."

Luo Minghan suppressed the corners of his upturned lips, pretended to look around, and even coughed lightly.

Miao Cun didn't notice his little emotion, so he expressed his fourth wish: "By the way, I wish Brother Luo Minghan is also happy."

Luo Minghan: "..."

Miao Cunli Buddha's prayer gestures and procedures are very standard, and piety can be read from the profile.After finishing the process, he opened his eyes, and Luo Minghan had been staring at him unhappily for a long time.

"Can't the third and fourth wishes be merged into similar items?"

Miao Cun: "?"

"What else did you promise?"

"My aunt's family is happy and rich."

Luo Minghan was unreasonable, frowning and walking on the verge of getting angry: "Do you think the Buddha is not tired? Is he busy enough to make so many wishes? The third and fourth mean the same thing, why do you want to break it down and talk about it?"

Miao Cun: "..."

"No," Luo Minghan grabbed his wrist and carried him back to the White Pagoda: "Renew."

Miao Cun didn't bother to pay attention to him, put his hands on the edge of the tower, leaned over and pressed his forehead to it lightly, remained silent for three seconds, and completed all the rituals.

The monks in yellow robes rolled up the scriptures and walked together. When they passed by Luo Minghan, they felt that the handsome man in the shirt had a deep and cold aura, as if he had encountered something that made him powerless, so he felt a little restless.

Miao Cun took his hand and smiled cutely: "It's okay, it's Brother Luo anyway."

Luo Minghan had deep doubts about this "anyway", "Are you sure? Your Bodhisattva won't confuse me with Luo Yuanhe, right?"

Miao Cun didn't answer him, and walked forward on his own: "Anyway, you will be happy."

In fact, Luo Minghan is not very happy now, he followed Miao Cun's footsteps, and said with an adult's understatement: "Miao Cun, sometimes I can't tell whether you like me or not."

Miao Cun's heart tightened, and he asked back as a matter of course: "If you don't like it, why should I be with you?"

"Maybe it's fun to bet with others," Luo Minghan guessed a reasonable possibility, "Maybe I like it a little, but it's mainly out of boredom."

"Maybe it's because I have a crush on Professor Luo Yuanhe for a long time, and I regard you as his substitute." Miao Cun curled his lips, stared at him with black and clear eyes, and raised his small face.

Luo Minghan froze for a moment, then smiled helplessly, reached out and tapped Miao Cun's forehead lightly: "I don't believe it."

"why?"

"Except for my face and height, I have no similarities with him in any other way. We have very different personalities, temperaments and talents. What's more, he has never beaten me in terms of dating."

Miao Cun snorted: "Maybe I like the kind of teacher Luo, I just haven't seen it, if I have, maybe I'll transfer my love immediately."

He spoke half-truth and half-falsely, in a joking tone, but Luo Minghan somehow seemed to have really seen this day.He had never felt a sense of crisis in Luo Yuanhe until this moment.Miao Cun likes to draw so much, and Luo Yuanhe is the hottest person nowadays... This time, it seems that he has no chance of winning.

The throbbing pain and numbness of the heart were so obvious that Luo Minghan even held Miao Cun's hand tightly uncontrollably: "Then you'd better never see him."

Monks are engraving the Bayeux Sutra under the eaves of the temple.The sun was shining, and the bay leaves were turned blue and yellow.

"This is the intangible cultural heritage of the Dai people, do you know?" Miao Cun stopped to watch with him: "Look," he pointed to the three huge palm trees in front of the temple: "This is the palm leaf palm, those leaves are from these Picked off a tree."

Although he was talking, the monk was not disturbed, and the seal carving was serious.

"Among the 56 ethnic groups, the Dai ethnic group is the only one that inscribes characters on leaves. The characters inscribed on leaves can be preserved for as long as 1000 years."

Luo Minghan stood silently with him, when Miao Cun suddenly asked, "Do you want to try?"

Luo Minghan raised his eyebrows, not very interested, but still asked politely: "Is it okay?"

"can."

Miao Cun found the great monk master and exchanged a few words with him, then the master led them through the pillars and walked to a big futon.There is a low table in front of the futon, on which there are bay leaves, pens and notebooks.

The book is a contrasting translation between Dai and Chinese.

Luo Minghan turned a few pages, the master looked at his face for a while, turned a few pages for him, and pointed to a line of words:

"Good things must be given in, and evil things must not be pushed away"

Means to suggest that he write this sentence.This is a common saying passed down from mouth to mouth by the Dai family, which embodies simple and great wisdom.Luo Minghan was reluctant to experience it because of Miao Cun's face, so he let him go.The pen is made of iron core, so it is not so much for writing as it is for seal cutting.Dai characters are like alien tadpoles, Luo Minghan stopped writing halfway through the engraving: "Why?"

Miao Cun: "?"

"Since it's a good thing, why should I let it go? I'm sorry," Luo Minghan said with a foolish smile, "I like to keep good things by myself."

Miao Cun: "..."

You look so stubborn and confident.

He wanted to drink coconut water, so Luo Minghan went out of the temple to find a place to chop coconuts, and walked through the villages, all painting oil paintings.Some of them are sketching, but most of them are painting commercial oil paintings, which are mounted and shipped to all over the world for sale. Buddhist oil paintings are popular and have formed an industry.The painters are not young people, most of them are old, wearing a sunhat and wearing a ponytail, painting from morning to night.

The shop selling golden coconuts was far away, and it took a long time to find one. He didn't like to drink, so he asked the old lady who was in charge of the shop to cut one for Miao Cun.Holding it in one hand, he walked back, walking unhurriedly, and in a strange way, he approached the straw and took a sip first.

not sweet.

He has always been the character of the young master who is afraid of trouble. He didn't even bother to reach out to help the chair at home when it fell down. He even went back to the store to settle the score.

Miao Cun is a cute little creature, you can fool him, but you can't fool this kind of cute little creature.

On the way back, the footsteps were a little faster, but I saw a group of people surrounding a person from afar.

It's Miao Cun.

He is standing, facing the oil easel, holding the brush in his left hand.

The crowd murmured: "It's crazy to be young."

"I don't even know how to frame."

"It's really bad."

There was an old man in black, with a straw fishing cap on his head, with his arms folded around his chest, and he smiled coldly at Miao Cun: "Don't be so crazy, hey, although I am not a graduate of an art academy, I can Anyway, I’ve been painting for 20 years, it’s not worth nothing if you say it’s worthless.”

He can also draw idioms, and his speech is sour and polite, which is indeed a bit cultured.

Luo Minghan was very interested, his cute little creature caused trouble.

Miao Cun's slender back is very calm, he draws with his left hand, and said flatly: "You asked me first."

The nearby oil paintings are all in a circle, and now they are all old men standing, "Just tell me if I ask you? Are you polite?"

"Since you ask me whether the painting is good or not, good is good, and bad is not good." Miao Cun swiped the brush, "Since you don't want to listen to the truth, why ask?" He criticized coldly, "shape, Since the spirit, artistic conception, and color are all mediocre, it is a mediocre painting, which is no different from what a child paints with watercolor pens and crayons. It doesn’t mean that you are advanced if you use oil paint.”

"what!"

This kills popularity.

Luo Minghan laughed out loud, but amidst the whispers of the crowd, Miao Cun didn't hear it. He felt thirsty and wondered how it took Luo Minghan to buy a coconut for so long.

"I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth! What do you think sketching is? Pushing the painting from beginning to end? Look at the few strokes you wrote, scribbled!" The old man confronted him tit for tat, and his long beard was about to be blown away.

Miao Cun shrugged his shoulders: "You asked me the question, and you asked me to paint the paintings. There is no age or seniority in learning art. If you draw well, I will call you a teacher. If you don't draw well, you can't afford to be a teacher. You draw After 20 years, why don’t you understand this truth——” He looked back, and gave a very faint glance: “A painter can assemble an assembly line, but a painter needs talent.”

Old man: "..."

"Using the left hand is to respect you," Miao Cun bowed his head and mixed colors on the paint board with skillful gestures. "You really don't accept it. I can paint better than you when I turn my back."

Luo Minghan held the coconut and drank it by himself while watching the excitement, so that he drank with relish.

He hasn't seen such a crazy person for a long time, and he can't even compare with Luo Yuanhe when he was a dog's age.

"Okay! Okay! Then you draw! Come here, turn around and draw! Don't look," the old man got angry, and half pulled and half pulled Miao Cun's arm, "Hey—don't even look at it!"

Miao Cun was very white, and he pinched red marks on his arms.

There was a persuading person next to him: "Forget it, what are you fussing about with a child? You are so young, and you are still taking an art test class. After learning painting for a few months, you feel like Da Vinci is reborn. What are you looking for with him?" Are you unhappy?"

Luo Minghan's face darkened when he heard this openly praised and secretly criticized the yin and yang, weirdness, and prostitution.

Bang, there was a loud bang in the big green trash can, and a golden coconut was thrown into it.

Everyone looked back, Miao Cun raised his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of pain in his wide-eyed eyes, and then he pursed his lower lip in displeasure: My coconut!

Luo Minghan clapped his hands: "Can you really turn your back on it, don't copy, don't make drafts, and just draw?"

Miao Cun nodded.

Luo Minghan hooked his lips, and then asked the old man, "How much do you sell for a painting?"

The old man was upset, someone asked this question, he was able to take Joe, and said angrily: "Eight thousand!"

"Okay," Luo Minghan smiled slightly, and turned to Miao Cun: "As long as you finish the painting, I will pay ten times."

Everyone: "!"

Miao Cun held back his laughter, but he endured it very hard, biting his lips so hard that his teeth were on the verge of leaving marks, his hand holding the brush was trembling, but he nodded solemnly: "...Okay, it's a deal. "

The two pretended not to be familiar with each other, pretending to be sellers and customers.

Sure enough, Miao Cun didn't look at it again, and still didn't make a draft. He pushed the painting from top to bottom, from the sky, to the golden roof of the temple, to the cornices with many mountains, to the shorter white tower, and the swaying bay leaves. Zong, the monks entering from the gate of the temple, the misty incense, even if he is facing the sketching, it is already a complex and extremely complex perspective level, but Miao Cun is confident, using a calm flat painting technique and a realistic style, Write without hesitation.

Only 15 minutes later, the scene quieted down, watching his left hand as if divinely helping, and the peaceful, deep, and heavy power gradually emerging from the picture layer by layer.

Luo Minghan really didn't know how to paint, he only knew that the style this time was completely different from the two paintings in his office, but Miao Cun could draw so well.

I kept painting until it was almost dark, and all the spectators left, and all the real old painters stayed.When the light is completely out, Miao deposits his pen: "Let's go here, I can't see the color clearly."

The old man wanted to ridicule a few words, don't you call yourself a god, but the words slipped out of his mouth without a sound, he swallowed, and said in a nasty voice, "It's a semi-finished product at best!"

Miao Cun took a casual look, and naively admitted the opponent's comment: "Time is limited, and the degree of completion is indeed not enough."

That is far better than these assembly line works.

The excitement shifted to Luo Minghan, and someone asked loudly, "Hey! Do you still want to buy it?"

Luo Minghan took off the painting from the stand, the ink on the top was already dry, he held it in a relaxed posture, biting a cigarette and said, "Buy."

Miao Cun asked: "Alipay or WeChat?"

Luo Minghan: "..."

In the twilight, Miao Cun's expression showed a little pride, and he urged him: "Is Alipay okay? Brother?"

Really sweet.

The crowd looked up.

Luo Minghan took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code, entered the amount, and looked at Miao Cun with helpless pampering.When the account sounded, Miao Cun waved his mobile phone and acted until the end: "Thank you, boss."

Luo Minghan leaned over to his ear: "Little liar."

Miao Cun stood upright, the expression on his face could not be seen clearly in the dark, and the onlookers could not hear what they were talking about.

Miao Cun replied: "Brother Luo is the best."

It's naive, itchy and helpless.

After he finished, he turned around and left without hesitation, leaving Luo Minghan alone and being held back by the crowd, who insisted on inviting him to his home to look at the inventory, "No need [-], no [-], [-], just [-], take everything Walk!"

Miao Cun couldn't help laughing until his shoulders trembled.

The old man asked: "What school did you graduate from?" He let go of his arrogance and told the truth: "I am in the 92nd oil painting department!"

Miao Cun raised his arm and waved it lazily: "I just entered school, hello senior."

Hearing this, Luo Minghan turned his head to look at his back, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The old man asked again: "What does your right hand look like?!"

Miao Cun paused slightly, turned around halfway, and his side face was outlined in a delicate silhouette under the dim light of the street lamp: "My left hand is a hundred times better than my right hand, so I said, I respect you with my left hand."

It was only after walking out of the village that Luo Minghan caught up with him, with the painting under his arm, and he had to be careful not to rub the paint on his shirt.

Miao Cun's mood was about to fly: "You won't let me return the 8 yuan to you." He pretended to be pitiful, like a cup of green tea: "You promised me yourself."

Luo Minghan was not that stingy, but seeing him like this, he really wanted to bully him, so he said, "[-] is fine, semi-finished products are not."

This is simple, Miao Cun is a small painter who emphasizes credibility, "I will refine it when I go back."

This village is far away from my aunt's place, [-] kilometers away. It took a long time to take a taxi, and the driver was willing to take it to the double price.When they arrived at my aunt's house, they had already had dinner, so they prepared a large plate of pounded chicken feet and jelly for the two of them in case they were hungry.Miao Cun was already able to draw happily, so he rushed up to the second floor in three steps at a time. My aunt looked up from downstairs and asked, "Don't you want to eat?"

"Don't eat!"

"Why are you in such a hurry to draw?"

Luo Minghan followed slowly behind, and nodded to his aunt, "It's a painting for me."

When Miao Cun heard it, he thought to himself, obviously he bought it, so he insisted on giving it away.

What an inexplicable vanity.

The lights in the room were specially adjusted for Miao Cun. Although he only came back once a year, my aunt arranged everything for him to be the most comfortable.

Miao Cun replaced the painting, Luo Minghan circled him behind him, his breath was very malicious: "Why did you call him senior brother just now?"

He doubted it.

Miao Cun didn't change his face, and explained reasonably: "I can't say that I'm from a vocational school, so he's going to die of anger."

Luo Minghan still has another question. Since the left hand is better at painting, why did he draw the two paintings with his right hand?

But he didn't ask in a hurry, but held Miao Cun's hand squeezing the paint, and kissed his chin again.

His kisses always make people's legs weak, and Miao Cunyi is always kissed so that his legs become weak, and his heart is flustered by kisses, and he can't tell whether he is in Banna or Paris.

The chair legs rubbed against the rough, unpolished wooden floor, and Miao Cun's legs were so weak that he couldn't stand, and fell into Luo Minghan's arms.

Luo Minghan led him to sit down on the chair.

The easel is right in front of you, even the height is just right.

Miao Cun's eyes were flushed, and he didn't resist Luo Minghan, but pleaded unsteadily, "Wait until I finish painting..."

Luo Minghan pressed him firmly in his arms: "Just draw like this."