Please don't be so hard on me!

The colder the small animals are, the more energetic they are, but the colder and lazier humans are.When it came to December, when winter really entered, Luo Minghan couldn't wait for Miao Cun to take the initiative to visit him, so he could only go to the villa to abduct people back.Although it is a relationship, the two pots of jasmine and the cook in Banna are both more respectable than him. Miao Cun came to his house to see the flowers and to eat. He is actually a bully because of the painting and food. .

In order to get him to come more, Luo Minghan racked his brains and ruthlessly beat Sunshine Flower House.

"You said..." he pondered, "How about changing the greenhouse into a studio?"

The plate in Aunt Qian's hand shattered.

Luo Minghan glanced at her, but didn't get angry, "I don't know what Miaomiao likes." He said to himself, recalling Luo Yuanhe's studio at home, which was quite classic, full of albums, plaster figures, tools and Paint, put a good vinyl record player and stereo on the floor.

If it is really transformed, half of these green plants will be emptied, and those useless flower stands, pergolas, coffee tables, carpets, and futons are all things that get in the way.

Why didn't he feel that these things were in the way before?Now that I think about it, I really get more and more upset the more I look at it.

Aunt Qian knelt down to collect the broken porcelain pieces, and said tactfully, "I changed it on a whim, but it's not easy to change it back."

The opinion is quite pertinent, but it is useless.Luo Minghan didn't hear her implication, and said directly: "If you change it, you won't change it back."

Aunt Qian: "..."

The broken porcelain is swept into the dustpan, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, and then dumped into the trash can, it really becomes garbage.She washed her hands, thought about it, and kindly reminded the employer: "Renovation is not a trivial matter. Furniture is moved in and out, and there is formaldehyde and it smells bad. What's more... if Hanhan comes back one day, he will not be with you." How about a big fuss?"

She likes to call Miao Cun "Mr. Miao Miao", but calling Xi Xiaohan is very intimate, and she is still called "Hanhan" after she has been away for so many years.

Xi Xiaohan's temper.Aunt Qian thought thoughtfully, if he knew that his beloved house had been changed by someone else, she might not know how to torment Luo Minghan.This is a master who is 25 years old and still wants to go to the sky to pick the stars. The stars cannot be picked, but it doesn't prevent him from getting angry about it.

Aunt Qian's cousin is the housekeeper of Xi's family, and the two sisters chatted privately, saying that Master Xi Xiaohan has a temper, the more he loves the person, the more he will torture him, the more he cares about the person, the more he wants to be crazy Everyone in the family is miserable, but whoever gave him the life of a princess has done so, and everyone still loves him the most.

When Luo Minghan heard the word "Han Han", he reacted for a while before realizing that he was referring to Xi Xiaohan. His expression changed subtly, making Aunt Qian unable to tell good from bad.

However, the matter of changing the flower house into a studio has not been mentioned for the time being.

Aunt Qian also thought that the matter was over and the story was over.

At the end of December, there was a heavy snowfall in the city, and it began to fall like goose feathers in the afternoon, and it fell beautifully.Luo Minghan gave the company a holiday in advance, and informed that if the snow is still so heavy tomorrow, all staff will work from home.

"Has Huang Shiren changed his sex?" Lily scolded again.

Huang Shiren drove to the university city after work.

Knowing that he was coming, Miao Cun went to the library of the vocational school to reserve a seat in advance.Although it is a vocational school, the library is very good. The first floor is facing the lake. Snow flakes floated in front of the clear glass windows. After a few minutes, he woke up feeling something, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Luo Minghan's car parked by the side of the road, against the lake and snow behind him.

His black woolen coat was neat, with a suit and vest for work underneath, a dark green striped tie that looked gentlemanly and extravagant, and his hands in sheepskin gloves were lighting a cigarette.

It has been snowing for several hours, the lakeside is covered with thin snow, and the red maple leaves on the other side are also covered in white, the sky is getting late, and a straight asphalt road is full of students after class, talking and laughing, looking at Luo Minghan .

Seeing that Miao Cun was awake, Luo Minghan compared his hand holding the cigarette to him, and then smiled cynically.

The library was naturally quiet, and Miao Cun couldn't hear the wind outside. He stood up, picked up the homework of the public class, and pushed open the glass door leading to the lake.

The evening was noisy in the snow, Luo Minghan opened his arms to him, and Miao Cun ran over, but in the end he patted a pile of books into his arms.

Luo Minghan snorted, hugged the book and the person together, took off the glove on his left hand, and rubbed Miao Cun's eyes with his warm fingertips: "You want to hit me to death?"

Miao Cun snorted, snatched his glove, and put it on his own.His hands are naturally not as big as Luo Minghan's, but the fingertips are full of his remaining warmth.

Luo Minghan took off the other one and gave it to him, and opened the car door for him.

The car was as warm as spring, and he got in the car and asked Miao Cun if he had any elective courses tonight.Miao Cun was indeed lazy when it was cold, and some of them said no, skipping classes felt at ease.

Luo Minghan took him to see the snow.

There are many ancient buildings in this city, and the gardens of the palaces and other courtyards of the palace cannot be clearly drawn on a map.Some of the restaurants in these ancient buildings are well-known for tourists to watch on tiptoe and pretend to be intimidating for locals, and some are only passed on by word of mouth in a fixed circle.

Luo Minghan took Miao Cun to such a place. In the palace of the former Qing Dynasty, there was a lake surrounded by mountains and rocks. There is a pavilion in the center of the lake with octagonal eaves. On the pavilion are Huanghuali Eight Immortals table and armchairs made in the Ming Dynasty. Incense sticks are lit on the table beside it.

The waiter was wearing a cheongsam, wrapped in white fluffy fur, I don't know if it's true or not.After ordering the two of them to wade through the path to the island in the center of the lake, there were already people waiting to pour tea.

The layout here is extremely exquisite. Although it is open air, it does not let in the wind. The stoves are lit on all sides, making people warm, but there is no smell of smoke, and the air is still fresh as if it had snowed.

After the tea is brewed, the waiter serves a small dish of salted green plums, but wrapped in snow, eating plums and drinking tea is the cleanest way to drink.

The foreman obviously knew Luo Minghan well, so he came up to say hello: "This year's snow hasn't fallen for a long time, and I wonder if you won't be able to eat this meal."

Luo Minghan smiled.Miao Cun then knew that this meal had been pre-booked, presumably such a good time and place, a snow can only receive one guest, if the guest wants to get the mood of the first snow, then you have to put more effort into it and contacts.Obviously, this year's first snow belongs to Luo Minghan.

But... how would he know who to bring?

Visible is not known.

Miao Cun looked at him with his hands on his cheeks: "Brother Luo."

These three words have tried their best to be cold and ordinary, but they still sound so sweet, the tea art master couldn't help smiling when he heard the words.

"how?"

"If not me, who would you bring?"

Luo Minghan coaxed people to come here: "If it wasn't for you, there would be no one else, and I would come by myself."

Miao Cun asked wisely, "What about before?"

This question can also be answered by a tea specialist.Xi Xiaohan has been here.Luo Minghan did make reservations every year. In some years, he came with Xi Xiaohan, and in some years, as he said, he came alone and drank two cups of tea in the cold. For others, he didn't bring any more. pass.Miao Cun is the only new face the tea master has seen in these years.

Luo Minghan pinched his cold fingertips helplessly: "Understood, I will take you to a new place next time."

Miao Cun didn't want to disappoint him, but he knew in his heart that this was their only winter.Since it was the only winter, the only first snow, he happily finished the meal.

After dinner, I brought him home.Aunt Qian warmed up sweet soup for him, and he just fell asleep after drinking it.Luo Minghan took him to the Sunshine Greenhouse.

It should be the moonlight house now.

The moon hangs in the sky, and thick snow has accumulated on the sloping glass top, but the middle has melted, framing the brilliance of the moon.

The stars count.

Luo Minghan circled him from behind, "Do you want to draw here?"

Miao Cun asked in surprise, "Now?"

"It's okay now, and it's okay later."

Miao Cun thought seriously, and looked around: "This place is too beautiful, too crowded, drawing here will get messy and dirty."

He spoke very well, and Luo Minghan couldn't help hugging him even tighter, "Make a mess, make a mess, make as much mess as you like."

Aunt Qian almost broke the plate again.

But this time she was prepared in her heart, but her hands trembled a bit, and then she looked at the backs of the two in panic.

Mr. Luo lost his mind and went crazy. He did this in order to win the favor of his new favorite. Wouldn't Han Han be making a big fuss when he came back?

Miao Cun was taken aback for a moment, then turned his face in disbelief, "What do you mean?"

"You don't have a studio, and you like painting so much, it's inconvenient to paint in your living room all the time. From now on, this will be your studio. You can come here anytime, don't take the subway, take a taxi, or I'll arrange a full-time driver for you."

After talking about the plans that have been hovering in my heart for these weeks, I happened to pinch the person's chin and kiss.

Miao Cun was kissed by him, but forgot to close his eyes.Luo Minghan was dissatisfied with his distraction, and gently covered his eyes with his hands.

When he took out the design drawings for Miao Cun to choose, Miao Cun—and Aunt Qian—knew that he was really serious.

"I asked someone to make several versions of the plan. You can see which one you like more. You can choose the furniture and hanging pictures slowly by yourself."

Miao Cun didn't choose for a long time, and asked with some embarrassment: "...Then what will happen after I leave?"

The interest on Luo Minghan's face did not diminish at all, and he replied lightly and quickly: "Then take it apart." He tapped Miao Cun's forehead with his fingers: "Why, are you afraid that I will trouble you? I will not trouble you. It’s nothing to say, you don’t need to have a psychological burden.”

Goodness see you!Aunt Qian's heart was turbulent, and her eyes almost rolled to the sky.

What kind of fake medicine did he drink and what kind of fake wine!

Afraid that Miao Cun would not believe it, Luo Minghan said meaningfully and cynically: "The main reason is to see you every day, can this trick you into coming every day?"

Miao Cun said ruthlessly, "It's too far away."

The corners of his lips curled up, and he buried his face in his arms so that Luo Minghan would not see his smile, "...at most once every two days."

Luo Minghan looked at him quietly for a while, and then laughed along with him for no reason, his heart seemed to be covered with snow, as if he himself had become a clean person.

After finishing the sweet soup, Aunt Qian sent the two of them to rest on the third floor, then turned to send a text message to Xi Xiaohan.

She didn't mean anything else, but she always regarded Xi Xiaohan as the only deputy head of the house in her heart. Although Yingying Yanyan had been back and forth these years, she had always served her with all her heart, but she was still close to Xi Xiaohan in private. Greeting each other during the festival, Xi Xiaohan would also give her a red envelope.

Naturally, Luo Minghan didn't know about this.

It has been three years since Xi Xiaohan broke up with him, and he has dated twice in these three years. Sometimes his posture really deceived Guan Yingtao, but he never deceived Xi Xiaohan.He has always maintained a social distance with Luo Minghan that is neither far nor close, neither cold nor indifferent. When Luo Minghan is in charge of someone, he will show up Shi Shiran, ask him for a little help, have an afternoon tea or two, what common He was invited to accompany my friend's wedding.

It was always difficult for Luo Minghan to reject him truly and directly. No incumbent could stand such a broken relationship. After a few fights, Luo Minghan would retreat enthusiastically. After a while, he would naturally break up.

Aunt Qian thought about her words, but she didn't dare to provoke the young master.After thinking about it, I tentatively sent a message without saying anything: "Mr. Luo said that the glass greenhouse will be remodeled at the beginning of the year. If you are reluctant, why don't you come back and have a look?"

Xi Xiaohan had just taken a shower at the other end and was slowly taking care of his skin. He snorted and turned his voice back lazily: "Don't worry, he doesn't want to part with it."

That is the "home" that he and Luo Minghan shared. It is full of the future they have designed and looked forward to since college. Every drawing and every piece of furniture is selected by him, and the style is also his favorite. Luo Minghan is willing to dismantle?He is reluctant.

Aunt Qian felt that the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuchs were in a hurry, and that a child had to do this and would not listen to persuasion. She was anxious and earnestly said, "I'm afraid this time it's true, and several versions of the design drawings have been published."

Xi Xiaohan's hand that was wiping the hand cream paused, his face sank slightly, he picked up his mobile phone and typed: "What does he want to change it to?"

Aunt Qian: "Studio."

studio?What studio?Luo Minghan doesn't paint, why, leave it for his genius brother?Do people need it?Xi Xiao coldly smiled: "What, he wants to learn to draw?"

I finished typing, but didn't send it out for a while.

I remembered the last encounter at the airport in my mind.

That pretty little thing.

That line of writing was deleted, and he cut to the point in a concise manner: "What's the name of that little thing he got to know?"

When Miao Cun took advantage of the holiday to go to the shopping mall to pick out birthday gifts for Luo Yuanhe, he ran into Xi Xiaohan unexpectedly.

Luo Yuanhe's birthday is at the beginning of February, just before the Spring Festival, this year should be his 30th birthday, and Miao Cun has been thinking about a gift for a long time.

Naturally, Mr. Luo has everything, even Miao Cun's paintings. He has collected many paintings from childhood to adulthood.After thinking about it, Miao Cun decided to give Luo Yuanhe a men's bracelet out of his secret selfishness.

Like the one in his hand, it has diamonds on the inside near the wrist.

This brand is very expensive, but it’s just such an ordinary bracelet, and with the brand premium, it costs more than 6 yuan. Miao has two cards in his small coffers that he has accumulated for a long time. He didn’t use the 38 yuan he earned from Luo Minghan. The money I earned from painting before.

As usual, the salesman asked if he wanted engraving, Miao Cun thought for a while, "Engrave two uppercase "M". "

Miu Miu.

As long as he wears it for one day, he will accompany him for one day.

It took a while to pick up the order. Miao Cun waited for the other party to issue the receipt, and a voice rang in his ear: "Where are you buying a gift for Luo Minghan?"

He turned his head, Xi Xiaohan walked over slowly, Sales recognized him faster than Miao Cun, "Mr. Xi." The smile could not be described as unenthusiastic.

"The ring you ordered last time." Sales took out the gift box.

Xi Xiaohan took out five men's rose gold rings of the same style and different sizes, inlaid with diamonds. He wore two on his left hand and three on his right as if playing around. There are some celebrities in Europe and the United States who wear it like this, but none of them look as good as you, your fingers are born with rings."

"The mouth is so sweet." Xi Xiaohan tapped the glass cabinet with a ring-wearing finger: "Just give me 30 items, and I will make an order for you."

"okay!"

Sales ran to get the product selection folder, Xi Xiaohan seemed to look at Miao Cun unintentionally, seeing his student-like attire and schoolbag, he couldn't hide his arrogance in his smile, thinking that Luo Minghan's taste is really far away from home Far.

"Luo Minghan really likes this brand. It was also this one when we chose the engagement ring." He leaned against the counter and chatted kindly, "What style did you choose, do you want me to check it out for you?"

Miao Cun gave him four words: "You're welcome."

Billing is slow.

Miao Cun was faintly impatient, thinking how Luo Minghan's first love was more annoying than him.

"However, are you still in school? Are you so rich?" Xi Xiaohan frowned slightly, and found an answer on his own, "Use Luo Minghan's card to buy him a gift?... that's fine too." He reluctantly said, He took the sales and handed over the lookbook, flipped through it and said, "He was just playing with you, you should know that, right?"