Please don't be so hard on me!

After Miao Cun got out of the car, the installer at the broadband business hall called him to ask if it was convenient.Miao Cun made an appointment, picked up a bicycle, and rode slowly from outside the university town to the rental house.

He was too young, he hadn't officially turned eighteen when he entered school last year, and the Academy of Fine Arts forced him to live on campus. This year, he was nineteen, and he was finally able to move out of the dormitory building and find another place by himself.

The house is in the residential building on the west side of the Academy of Fine Arts. It is a villa, but he only rents the first floor with a garden outside. A foreigner lives on the second floor, and the third floor is idle.The housing prices around the University City have always been lowlands. It has been ten years since the villa opened for sale, but the occupancy rate is very low. When Miao Cun was taken by the intermediary to look at the property, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds.

Even so, compared with the students who often rent together in urban villages, his life in a rental house is already very good.This is due to the money he sells paintings. Luo Yuanhe introduced him to art dealers and exhibitors. A painting can be as low as tens of thousands or as high as tens of thousands. If you encounter a super-large project like a hotel, you can get more.

He is the youngest but he is well-known outside. When he lived in the dormitory, his roommates didn’t call him Miao Cun, they all called him “The Great Painter”, often saying “Oh, the Great Painter is back”, “Is the Great Painter’s bathroom ready?” In this way, Miao Cun always slightly closed his eyes, hiding the disgust that flashed in his heart very well.

the weather is nice today.The sun was about to set, and Miao Cun was riding his bicycle, and the wind blew his soft black hair back. Thinking that he was wearing Teacher Luo's clothes, he felt inexplicably better, and at the same time felt a little shy.

When Miao Cun lived in the dormitory, he often lingered in Luo Yuanhe's studio and couldn't go back, sometimes he just painted all night and lay on the floor.Luo Yuanhe unlocked the lock early in the morning. In the bright sky, his figure was against the light in Miao Cun's sleepy sight. He was tall and gentle, and he would squat down and cover Miao Cun with a blanket.

He is also very concerned about talking, and will ask him: "Why are you sleeping here again? Tell me next time, I have a vacant room there."

Of course Miao Cun didn't dare, he was afraid that he would do strange things, such as tiptoe over to kiss him at night, or hold his quilt and take a deep breath.This is too perverted, he doesn't want to scare Teacher Luo.

When he arrived at the villa, the broadband master was already waiting at the door, scribbling to check the address and identity with him.The lock here is the most advanced electronic lock ten years ago, but it is a bit outdated today, and you have to swipe your card like a hotel room.Miao Cun opened the door, and the huge living room was full of boxes, plaster statues were tilted here and there, paint tubes were scattered all over the floor, and a semi-finished oil painting one person tall was leaning against the corner.

The master greeted: "Seeing that you are not very old, you are still a painter."

During the long years of self-reliance, Miao Cun learned to be wary of everyone.His tone was cold: "It was drawn by my dad, and I live with him."

His old man, Miao Jiancheng, is a pestilent ghost who has accomplished nothing in his life, but he is everywhere like the plague dwelling on Miao Cun.Miao Cun had just mentioned him for 2 minutes, when his call came, asking for money.

Miao Cun only secretly opened his own card after he was [-] years old when he was in college, and even a penny of the money he earned before could not escape Miao Jiancheng's eyes.

"Your brother wants to buy shoes. You should get your money this month, right? Didn't you say you had [-] outstanding last month?" Miao Jiancheng took it for granted, like a debtor.

"It's not over," it's not a lie to tell a lie to a beast, Miao Cun said nonsense: "If people run away, they won't end up in the future."

Miao Jiancheng was stunned for a moment, and began to scold him: "Do you have any fucking brains? Are you just being silly?"

Miao Cun said flatly, "This month's living expenses will be around one thousand and two dozen."

Miao Jiancheng didn't expect to be asked for debts, so he cursed speechlessly: "Don't you know how to earn money yourself? How can I give you money? Congcong went to high school for more than 2 yuan a year. You don't want to subsidize us, but ask me for money instead." ? I raised you for nothing?"

The master groaned to debug the network, and Miao Cun looked at the speed measurement in his computer, and said coldly: "Why do you call me if you don't have money? Get out."

The master listened to the whole process, silently sweating on his forehead.Are all high school students this aggressive?

Miao Cun was exceptionally admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. He only attended high school for one year, and he was still in the most common and trashy low-end public school. His half-brother Miao Cong was treated differently. , The tuition fee for one semester is [-], which is more expensive than that of the university.There are all children from rich families, all of them have thousands of sneakers, and the game costs tens of thousands of dollars to rush.

Miao Cun laughed at himself.If it wasn't for the fact that he met Luo Yuanhe when he was very young and had been taking classes with him secretly, he might have been sucked to death by Miao Yecheng and Miao Cong.

The internet speed is fast, and it is a cheap student package. Miao Cun is very satisfied. He immediately turns on the computer and hangs up the ladder to read Luo Yuanhe's Facebook and Twitter.He posted a photo of a dinner party, with three men and two women sitting next to each other, all smiling warmly, with the caption "Long time no see".

Teacher Luo is not withdrawn like him, everyone likes him, Miao Cun sincerely admires him, and is happy that he does not have to suffer from the strange disease of genius.

He didn't leave a message, he pulled out a bag of instant steamed buns from the refrigerator and steamed two, and went to take a shower at the same time. After 10 minutes, I gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun with boiled water.While chewing, he stood far away to look at his semi-finished product. After 3 minutes, dinner was settled. He washed his hands and changed into an old T-shirt covered in oil paint, sat down on the floor and began to draw.

Draw until 06:30 and obediently go to elective courses, geniuses belong to geniuses, credits still have to be taken.

He chose classical music appreciation, a super-large lecture hall, hundreds of people listened together, and slept well.This semester is coming to an end, and the teacher is strict in roll call and will draw key points, so the number of students has increased dramatically.He went straight to the back row, threw the book and sat down to sleep, all in one go.Halfway through sleep, woken up with a jerk to the "thump, thud, thump!"

There was a little laughter from the back row. Miao Cun inserted his hands into his hair, bowed his head in silence for a while, and started playing with his mobile phone.

... All in all, it is impossible to listen to the class well, and it is his greatest pursuit not to fail the subject.

A text message from an unknown number was sent three or ten minutes ago.

"Did those people come to trouble you again?"

This is obviously Luo Minghan.Miao Cun found him annoying.If he looked different from Teacher Luo, he would think that Luo Minghan was a good person, but they both looked the same, so Miao Cun just wanted to avoid him.

The reason why those gangsters from the vocational school picked on him was because they were freshman students in high school, but one went to the Academy of Fine Arts and the other went to a vocational school, door to door, and it was pure habit to find him bad luck.If they look again, Miao Cun doesn't mind going to the talent market and hiring a few short-term workers to beat him up. ...Although Luo Yuanhe said it was against the law.

Luo Minghan didn't get a reply for an hour, Guan Yingtao patted the boy's ass and said, "Go, go and coax your Brother Luo."

The few remaining people took the opportunity to embarrass him: "Oh, my brother Luo seems to have met a difficult master. Look at his face."

Luo Minghan was annoyed, and the little boy left before his butt touched his thigh: "Get out."

In Guan Yingtao's game today, there were five or six friends, seven or eight, both male and female.They had a lot of fun in the circle, and the women asked the duck men to bring them around. They said that they were all models, actors and Internet celebrities anyway, and they paid a sum of money when they got tired of playing for a month.Compared with them, Luo Minghan is purer than lotus flower and cleaner than distilled water—after all, he can enjoy it for at least half a year.

Seeing his lack of interest, Guan Yingtao felt ashamed—what, he thought the people he brought would not be able to make it to the stage?No way, isn’t there everything that should be wave and sweet? "I said," Guan Yingtao bumped his knee into his leg, "Who are you thinking about?"

"A child.

Guan Yingtao squinted at him: "Brother Rong, let me remind you, minors are breaking the law."

"Look at the ID card, I'm 19 years old."

Guan Yingtao laughed straight: "Why are you so vicious? Can ID cards be read indiscriminately? Doesn't it save face for people if they don't have plastic surgery or make-up?"

Luo Minghan annoyed him, "Do you think they all look like you, like a prisoner in a labor camp?"

"I don't want to hear that anymore," Guan Yingtao was very confident. Although he was not as handsome as Luo Minghan, he was still handsome. "Show me, let me give you my palm."

"Don't look away."

Miao Cun's ID card is really good-looking, with picturesque eyebrows, a very calm expression, and looks very good.After Luo Minghan moved Luo Yuanhe's pile of junk to the car wash, the workers picked it out from the seat.

Guan Yingtao had a deep meaning: "Why are you so caring?"

Luo Minghan slightly hooked his lower lip, and casually replied: "Just for fun."

Although it made him a little upset that Miao Cun didn't reply to his text messages, good hunters are always patient.

"Come on," Guan Yingtao gloated, "No one cares about you, just play around."

Luo Minghan put away his mobile phone and snorted, "I have his ID card with me, so it's not difficult to meet him."

His consulting company is very busy. Every day, he has to coax various capitals to invest money, and he also has to pretend to be foreign guests with internal businessmen, which is a tornado.More than ten days later, I received a call from Miao Cun. It was 11:30 when I raised my wrist to look at my watch on the way home from get off work late at night.

"Which one?" The elevated road was closed for maintenance, and there were red lights in the front row, blocking Luo Minghan to become a Buddha immediately.He has time to tease him now, so he can be good when he gets a bargain.

It took Miao Cun a long time to find his number in the promotional text messages, but he was forgotten by the other party.

"Miao Cun." He reported his name.

Luo Minghan laughed out loud, but took the time to tease him: "Sorry, did you make a wrong call?"

Miao Cun held back his anger.Who told him to apply for broadband that day, who told him to use the real-name system for broadband, and who told him to change clothes in the car.ask for it.

"You lent me a piece of clothing that day...University City." He said patiently.

Luo Minghan suddenly realized, "It's you," he felt inexplicably relieved, and even endured the sound of the horn behind him, "I thought you weren't going to return my clothes."

"That... Is my ID card with you?"

Luo Minghan finally laughed out loud this time, with breath, listening very intimately, "I thought you had already gone back to make up for it."

Miao Cun bit his inner lip coldly, and the paintbrush was about to break, "You found my ID card, why didn't you tell me?"

"I sent you a text message, but you didn't reply. I thought you lost your phone too." Luo Minghan said leisurely with good reason: "How can such an important document be handed over to a thief at the same time as the phone?"

"you……"

fuck you.

"Well, I'm free tomorrow night, tell me a place, and I'll send it to you." Luo Minghan said politely.

He gave Luo Minghan an address.

Luo Minghan said in a casual tone: "I'm not sure, how about this, I'll add you on WeChat, can you push the position to me?"

The reason was very good, but Miao Cun didn't give him a chance, so he changed the address with a clear and unmistakable address: "The east gate of the vocational school."

Luo Minghan was speechless in the car. After a while, the tip of his tongue pressed against his cheek, and his eyes dimmed playfully.