Please don't be so hard on me!

The phone that was waiting to be answered was hung up again, and when I tried again, a shutdown notification came.

"The phone you dialed has been switched off, please try again later."

Luo Minghan looked at the phone in disbelief.

... Miao Cun, in order not to answer his call, he chose to turn off the phone?

No, it's not possible.Luo Minghan swallowed hard, and felt an uncontrollable soreness in his eyes fixed on the dial pad.

Miao Cun's phone must have run out of battery.He likes to lose everything, and always forgets to charge it before going to bed. It is the afternoon, he must not have listened carefully in class, maybe he played with his phone all morning, and now it just ran out of battery.

Luo Minghan pushed open the door of the tea room, and hurried through the large office with huge oil paintings hanging on it.

"Eric, you have an afternoon tea appointment with Changsheng Fund at 02:30, are you leaving now?" Lily followed quickly.She has good eyesight and knows that Luo Minghan's condition is not right, so she specially reminds him of his itinerary.

Luo Minghan stopped abruptly, clenched the hand hanging by his side tightly.

what is he doingMiao Cun is just a plaything.No matter how beautiful and well-behaved he is, it is just a plaything.

Players can drop the controller because they can't beat the character, but it is absolutely impossible to lose their minds and not even make money.

In Luo Minghan's life principles, love is a game, and only money is the eternal weight.

The restlessness and anxiety all over his body and the panic caused by Miao Cun's loss of control were all suppressed by him forcefully.

Lily waited behind her for a few seconds.

She knew her boss was taking a deep breath.

Luo Minghan adjusted his breathing deeply, looked up at Miao Cun's light blue oil painting again, and coldly evoked a slightly self-deprecating arc.

Indeed, as the painter said, it has the power to calm and reason.

"Inform the driver to leave in 5 minutes." He turned around, his expression had returned to expressionless, and he turned his watch while striding towards the office, "I'll change my clothes."

·

"Ahh-!"

Miao Cun covered his nose, his eyelashes were wet from repeated sneezing, and his eyes were a little red, "Brother Luo," he said pitifully, "I seem to have caught a cold."

Luo Yuanhe was helpless to him, "Go back to the studio."

The studio was in another direction, he was about to turn around, but Miao Cun held him back.

"how?"

"Will you go back after walking this bridge?" Miao Cun glanced at Luo Yuanhe's sleeve, "I, let's wear it back from the back."

Luo Yuanhe did not leave immediately, but stared at Miao Cun.His gaze was different from Luo Minghan's, it was very calm, with a slight alienation, it was the same for anyone.The girls in the oil painting department just want to see the day when he loses control for someone.

"Does Miu Miu have someone she likes?"

Miao Cun's heart tightened, and he said quickly, "No."

He deliberately turned a blind eye to that question just now, thinking that he had gotten away with it, but he didn't expect that Teacher Luo would not let him go.

"Professor Ding called me just last week," Luo Yuanhe said flatly, "He said that you spent less time in the studio."

Miao Cun lowered his face, wondering why the old professor was so talkative.

Why can't Luo Yuanhe see through his temper? "I asked him to help me take good care of you before I went abroad."

"I'm not lazy, class—"

"Schoolwork is," Luo Yuanhe said lightly, glanced at him, and paused, "So are feelings."

Miao Cun suddenly stopped talking, and at the same time with his lips parted, he felt the temperature on his face was so hot that he felt like he had a fever.

Why did Brother Luo entrust someone to take care of his emotional and private life?He himself is only tentatively planning to go abroad for a year. Could it be that during this year, Miao Cun will marry someone else and send him a wedding invitation?

"I'm not in a relationship, it's Professor Ding's misunderstanding," Miao Cun tried hard to lie, "It's because you're not here, I want to be lazy, and I'm never around when he asks me, so he thinks I'm in a relationship."

Luo Yuanhe looked at him deeply for a while, and finally let him go without further investigation, and just said: "You are still young."

"19 years old." Miao Cun protested weakly.

"not enough."

"What's not enough?"

"Know a relationship, accept a relationship."

Miao Cun was speechless.

He really wanted to tell Luo Yuanhe directly that he had realized that he liked him a long time ago, and had long accepted that he liked him deeply.Those panic, panic, panic, and bewilderment when he realized his love for the first time, he has already walked alone and bravely.

"Wait a little longer." Luo Yuanhe was very gentle when he said these three words, and his eyes were equally gentle, but for some reason, it made people feel his fatigue.

"Don't be so anxious to grow up." He stretched out his hand and gently touched Miao Cun's face, as always.

To walk back to the studio from the campus, you need to pass the faculty building.The wife of Professor Xu from the printmaking studio was walking with a stroller, when she saw Luo Yuanhe, she greeted her with a smile: "Professor Luo, have you returned to China?"

Luo Yuanhe stopped, and stretched out his finger to tease the second child who just turned one year old. Mrs. Xu greeted: "Are you tired of flying back to China like this? France is a long way back here, isn't it? I saw you carrying Miu Miao on your back during the summer vacation, and I didn't feel better." bother you."

Luo Yuanhe's movements stopped, and Miao Cun's whole body froze, as if the end was near.

It was that night, the night when I was with Luo Minghan.He led him through the playground and paths of the Academy of Fine Arts, pretending to be by his side and carrying him was Luo Yuanhe.

Luo Yuanhe straightened up: "You have misunderstood the wrong person, this is the first time I have returned to China."

"Ah..." Mrs. Xu looked at Miao Cun, hoping to get a definite answer from him.

Miao Cun smiled obediently, trying his best to act calm and composed: "Aunt Xu, you must have mistaken someone. I haven't been to school during the summer vacation."

Mrs. Xu was like waking up from a dream, and she also smiled awkwardly: "It seems that I misunderstood it. Hey, it's a mess. I wondered why Miao Miao sprained her ankle."

When he went to Luo Yuanhe's private studio, he inspected Miao Cun's homework over the past few months, and helped him rework his paintings with his own hands. A few words always gave Miao Cun enlightenment.

Luo Yuanhe took off his overcoat and suit, and only wore a shirt and vest, with his cuffs rolled up, and changed into a posture of lifting weights as if he was painting.

Miao Cun sat upside down, pulling the back of the chair with both hands, with his head resting on his arms, half the time looking at the painting, and half the time looking at him.

Luo Yuanhe didn't pay attention to his eyes, but he seemed to know whether Miao Cun was big or small, and said indifferently: "Sit properly."

When Miao Cun was scolded, the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably, with a deep smile.

"Brother Luo, is France fun? Can you visit the Louvre for a week? How does it feel to see the Mona Lisa with your own eyes?"

"It's fun, it's enough to go shopping, the last question can only be answered by seeing it with your own eyes. If you like, you can go to the scene to copy it every day, and no one will chase you away."

Miao Cun's eyes lit up, and he doubted himself: "Do you think I can apply to a French school?"

He naturally has no doubts about talent, but because he has never been abroad, this unknown makes him hesitate.

"As long as you want to go, you can apply."

"I want to go, but I'm afraid I won't be able to apply."

"will not."

"why?"

"Because I am here."

Miao Cun felt thirsty, the intimate memories with Luo Minghan overlapped with the Luo Yuanhe in front of him, Zhuang Shengxiao was fascinated by butterflies in his dreams, and he almost couldn't tell the real from the fake.

"Then if I really go to France to study painting, will you always be there?"

Luo Yuanhe stopped writing and looked back at him helplessly, as if Miao Cun asked a silly question.

"If I hadn't been here, I wouldn't have let you go to France."

Miao Cun was stunned, "You mean, if you are in France, I will go to France, and if you return to China, I will stay in China."

"I am in France. As long as you want, you can come to France together. If you don't go back to China, as long as I want, I don't have to go back to China."

Miao Cun was speechless: "Brother Luo, if only your speech was as concise as your paintings."

Luo Yuanhe hooked his lips, his eyes were calm and gentle: "What I said is the simplest truth."

Miao Cun was flustered by him, and buried his face in his arms.Luo Yuanhe ordered him: "Look at the painting."

"..." So strict, the whole world is only strict with him.

·

Jason from Changsheng Fund flew over from Shanghai to attend the meeting, stayed at Banyan Tree, and made an appointment for afternoon tea in the courtyard of his detached guest room.

He likes to drink Tieguanyin, and the ordinary grades are not worthy of his tongue, so he brings them all by himself.Luo Minghan's kung fu on the scene has always been in place, and he played the tea ceremony leisurely with him.

"The temperature dropped really fast this year. The landing was delayed until the middle of the night yesterday. I, a Shanghai native, almost froze."

Luo Minghan smiled, and the other party poured tea for him. He tapped on the table with two fingers politely, and Miao Cun's face inexplicably flashed in his mind.

He sneezes cutely, like some kind of animal.

But if he hadn't sent Luo Luo back to bed on the spur of the moment, Miao Cun wouldn't have to blow drafts in the lobby for 15 minutes foolishly, and he wouldn't have had to sneeze either.

"Where are you planning to go this year?" Jason knew that he liked skiing, and he would always take a month off to go skiing at the end of the year. He just happened to have this plan, and if it was suitable, it would be the best to go skiing together.

"Zhangjiajie."

Jason froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Why, you haven't made enough money this year, so why don't you give yourself a vacation?"

"There's nothing to do, all I can do is make money." Luo Minghan's tone was humble, but he had a suave demeanor.

Jason sips hot tea, surrounded by serenity, greenery everywhere in sight, the stove is lit by his feet, which has just the right Zen flavor, "This is exactly," he sang a poem, "It's like snow in the evening, can you Have a drink."

unbearable.

Same as the morning briefing, the same suffering was unbearable.

Luo Minghan lowered his eyelashes when he picked up the teacup, and indifference and irritability flashed across it.

"I'm currently researching the wave of enterprise digitalization, to see if there are any investment opportunities after the opening year. I heard Daniel mention it before, saying that you have some related projects here?" Jason looked at Luo Minghan, tapped his fingers on the table, and complimented Looking at the young high-ranking person: "They CDC praises you a lot."

Is there any praise?

He can play around with ways to make money, but he can't handle Miao Cun.

He can make billions and tens of billions a year for his clients, why can't he find Miao Cun, ask him if he is sick, and then take him to the hospital?

"Digitalization—" Jason looked at Luo Minghan who suddenly stood up in surprise: "Eric?"

"Suddenly remembered something important." Luo Minghan pulled out a business card and pushed it to Jason, which belonged to a project manager under him. "This is Nana. She knows the specific project performance of enterprise digitalization far better than me. You can contact me." she."

Jason stood up after him. Although he got a preliminary explanation, his face was not good-looking, and he didn't get angry because of basic self-cultivation.

Luo Minghan nodded hurriedly: "Sorry, excuse me."

He walked in a hurry, and when he passed the waiter, it was like a gust of wind.

·

When you fall asleep, you won't sneeze.

When Miao Cun woke up, this weird idea was in his mind.

In October, the heating hadn't started yet, and the air conditioner in the room made people drowsy, and he actually fell asleep like this.Luo Yuanhe didn't know when to put on the coat for him, and Miao Cun's arms were stiff from the pillow, but he still wrapped the coat carefully around his body.

It smelled like Luo Yuanhe.

When he spoke again, his nasal sound became more nasal, and even his voice changed a bit.Luo Yuanhe had already finished editing the painting, so he was sitting on the armchair next to Miao Cun and reading the album. Hearing the voice, he touched Miao Cun's forehead: "Do you have a fever?"

Miao Cun: "..."

He always thought that he was blushing because of being alone with Luo Yuanhe—even though he had been alone for 11 years, and he had never been so excited before...

"Go to the hospital." Luo Yuanhe put on his suit, and Miao Cun wanted to return the coat to him, but he stretched out his hand to wrap it tighter for him: "Don't freeze anymore."

Miao Cun raised his head, caught off guard in his eyes, and was momentarily stunned.

It's been a long time since he's been so close to Mr. Luo, so close that they smell each other.

Luo Yuanhe asked uncertainly: "Cold?"

Miao Cun didn't know anything, he just nodded.

Luo Yuanhe didn't know what to do, he could hold Miao Cun, but he shouldn't.

"I feel cold just after waking up." Miao Cun lowered his eyes, and his voice was sweet after the tonsils were inflamed, "Teacher, give me a hug, it won't be cold anymore."

Luo Yuanhe turned and walked away.

Miao Cun: "Ah-choo!"

There was a loud bang.

Miao Cun's head was stunned, Luo Yuanhe stopped at the sound, and the next second, he said helplessly to Miao Cun, "Come here."

Miao Cun walked over and was embraced by Luo Yuanhe. He sighed softly: "Why don't you know how to wear more clothes?"

I know, but I can't stand being blown by the wind for so long even if I wear it too much, it makes me feel stupid.

Miao Cun felt that he was also stupid now, he realized belatedly that Luo Yuanhe's embrace was different from before.

He seemed to be deliberately keeping a distance from him.

In fact, Luo Yuanhe hugged him a lot.When he was a child, he hugged Miao Cun on his knees and taught him to identify paints. When he grew up, he would hug Miao Cun tightly and whisper something in his ear to encourage him, and when he grew up, he would draw a good picture. When Miao Cun went to high school, Luo Yuanhe went out to sketch and didn't return for half a month or a month, and would hug him when they met again.

He never rejected him like he did today, nor did he restrain himself and stay within the boundaries of restraint.

Miao Cun's soft voice was filled with depression: "Brother Luo, you seem to be estranged from me."

Luo Yuanhe let go of his arms: "You have grown up."

"You said in the afternoon that I'm not old enough."

Luo Yuanhe couldn't help but smiled silently: "Okay, you have grown up, but you are not old enough."

Miao Cun: "..."

The school hospital was closed, and only the emergency room was available, but Luo Yuanhe was absolutely worried about keeping Miao there for medical treatment, so he simply took him to the big hospital by taxi.There are only emergency departments left in the big hospital, and there are many people in the queue. Miao Cun is sitting, and Luo Yuanhe runs errands for him.

While waiting for the number to be called, the takeaway porridge arrived, and Miao Cun fell asleep again, lying on Luo Yuanhe's shoulder.When I woke up this time, I had no appetite and could not eat salty food anymore.

The doctor who attended the consultation was an old doctor who took his temperature, turned his eyelids, looked at his tonsils, listened to his heart and lungs, and was very patient. Miao Cun suffered from a stuffy nose, sneezing, and coughing with inflammation.

"What time is your flight tomorrow?"

"One p.m."

"It was so hard to go back to China, it was all wasted on me." Miao Cun blamed himself.

"No waste."

After a long time, the nurse came over to change the bottle of medicine, and Miao Cun finally couldn't help asking: "Why did you come back to China suddenly? Is it just for a meeting? I watched the progress, and there was obviously a meeting in the afternoon, and you ran away again."

Luo Yuanhe flicked his forehead with his fingers, and said lightly: "You are so smart when you are sick? What answer do you want to hear?"

Miao Cun leaned on his shoulder and chatted boredly: "I want to hear the truth."

He was very sleepy, and he just wanted to stay with Luo Yuanhe for a while, so he barely fell asleep.

"There's no truth." Luo Yuanhe said casually, "It's quite impulsive."

Miao Cun's hand with the salt water was on his palm, because he was afraid that he would be cold.With just a slight upward curl of the fingers, he can hold the hand of his teenage student.But he never did.

"Liar," Miao Cun said in a soft voice, "...you are not impulsive."

Luo Yuanhe looked down at his side face with closed eyes: "It will."

Miao Cun fell asleep.

After hanging the two bottles of salt water, it was ten o'clock, and Luo Yuanhe personally sent him home.Miao Cun fell asleep in a daze, but when he was two kilometers away from the villa, he suddenly woke up——

Can't go to the villa.

He disappeared all day today, what if Luo Minghan went to the villa to block him?What if Matt saw that Luo Yuanhe mistook him for Luo Minghan and made some dirty jokes?

"Teacher, I remembered," the panic in my heart continued to spread, and the villa area was getting closer, Miao Cun swallowed, "Today my roommates have a party, they are all foreigners, and they will make trouble until late, I don't want Go back—master, stop the car!" He had no choice but to say, "You take me back to the dormitory."

"Do you have a quilt in the dormitory?"

"……No."

Luo Yuanhe knew the environment of his dormitory. Although the few roommates would not be against him, they really didn't take care of him very much.

"Go to my place."

Miao Cun grumbled, and sat up straight in an instant from his sickly and lazy posture just now, stuttering: "You, your home?"

Luo Yuanhe gave him a strange look: "Don't want to?"

"...No, it's just..." Miao Cun said implicitly, "I'm afraid it's inconvenient."

Luo Yuanhe had already reported a new address to the master, and then said to Miao Cun: "There is no inconvenience, only it is convenient for me to take care of you."

Luo Yuanhe's house was bought two years ago, it is not far from the University City, a very secluded community.There are only large apartments here. Standing on the balcony, you can see the free-range giraffes in the safari park. The scenery is very good.

Miao Cun has never been here, and sometimes he draws late in the studio and passed the dormitory curfew. He would rather sleep there on the floor than disturb Luo Yuanhe.He was afraid that he would do something strange.

Although Luo Yuanhe has left the country, it is obvious that someone specially assigned to come to maintain it every week, so the air and floor are as clean as new.

"Good night." Luo Yuanhe turned off the light, and the second bedroom fell into darkness, only the warm night light in the living room outside was on, vaguely outlining his slender and thin silhouette.

Before closing the door, he said: "The bracelet is very beautiful, remember to turn it on, don't let others look for you for too long."

·

The next day he took it for granted and failed to send him to the plane, Luo Yuanhe would not let a patient come to see him off.

The two parted ways downstairs, Miao Cun got in the car to go home, and Luo Yuanhe went to the airport.

Miao Cun had already sat in the car, but couldn't help but ran out and crashed into Luo Yuanhe's arms.

"Brother Luo." The young man was short of breath, closed his eyes, and held back the scorching and surging tears.

He can accompany him to paint for a lifetime.

Just paint, nothing else.

Luo Yuanhe hugged him, "Prepare the materials for studying abroad."

It was only nine o'clock, and it was the weekend again. The living area of ​​the villa was very quiet. It seemed that the weather was getting cold, and everyone was reluctant to get up early.Miao Cun paid the fare and got out of the car. When he looked back, he saw the familiar black Land Rover at the door.

There were cigarette butts strewn all over the ground.

boom--!

Miao Cun's eyes turned dizzy - he was suddenly pressed onto the icy-cold car body, and then tightly hugged into a fiery and domineering embrace.

"You still know when you come back—" Luo Minghan hugged him tightly and imprisoned him, his voice was hoarse after smoking all night, and even the end was trembling.He swallowed, buried his face in Miao Cun's neck, gritted his teeth and panicked: "...You fucking know to come back! You fucking know to come back..."

He looked everywhere he could think of.There was no one in the villa, and the doorbell rang to startle the property. He went to the vocational school, but suddenly found that he didn't know what grade and class Miao was in, where he had classes, and what classes were in the afternoon.He looked for every classroom in the teaching building like a lunatic, and walked around the vocational school like a headless chicken, every playground, every path——

Miaomiao was nowhere to be found.

Until now.

He watched him get out of the taxi, alone.

You can see the lightness in his vain footsteps.

I saw the good mood on his face that was about to fly.

He had never seen Miao Cun so happy.

The kiss was very hot, it landed on Miao Cun's frozen cheeks, and his dry lips pressed against Miao Cun's ears, like a lost treasure found in a kiss.

He called him Miaomiao, many times, and then "Baby", more than "Miaomiao".

The lips were sealed by Luo Minghan, and the tightly closed teeth were forcefully pried open by him.

Miao Cun was shocked and struggled crazily, "——you let me go! Let me go—you hurt me!"

He struggled so strongly and unwillingly, Luo Minghan only felt a strange throbbing pain in his heart, the blood in his whole body seemed to freeze, and the suffocating sense of panic seized all his sanity.

Miao Cun is still angry?Why?He has been gone for a day and a night, no matter how wrong he is, or if he is exposed to the cold and blown by the wind, he has already been punished, and he has already... already been blown by the wind all night, and he has been waiting for him all night, right?

With a sour heart and a sore nose, Luo Minghan asked hoarsely: "Why do you want me to let you go?... Don't you like me?"

He held his face in his hands, tightly clamping his chin, his gaze fell on his sickly pale face: "Why don't you go home? Why don't you go home all night?" He swallowed and said with difficulty Said, "I've been waiting for you all night, I've been waiting for you to come back to apologize to you, what about you? You—" He was full of anger, but at this moment he just locked Miao Cun into his arms suddenly, and closed his eyes in despair : "You... were alone last night, weren't you? You were alone..."

His voice disappeared, and his eyes, which had not slept all night, were red, staring at the back of Miao Cun's neck in shock and anger.

There, there is a light red mark.