Please don't be so hard on me!

This is the first time for Miao Cun to go abroad, and there is no one around him to accompany him.He walked into the international terminal for the first time, took out his visa and passed the customs gate for the first time. The waiting area was full of people of all skin colors. He sat in it, under the white light in the middle of the night, looking very thin.

He had vaccinated Luo Minghan before, saying that he would be very busy these few days, because the instructor had arranged a new internship task and had no time to reply to messages.

It is far more considerate than the last time I just shut down and played disappearing.

Luo Minghan thought he was playing hard to get with himself, and he was not in a hurry in his heart, and even asked him to pay attention to safety when sketching.

He didn't ask Miao Cun if he could make it back on February [-]th.

Because of course he will come back, he prepared a gift, didn't he?

He didn't know that Miao Zun didn't sleep after saying goodnight to him, but chatted with Luo Yuanhe on WeChat.

Luo Yuanhe accompanied him throughout the process of check-in-consignment-passing security check-passing customs, fearing that Miao Cun would be helpless alone if there was something he wasn't familiar with.But Miao Cun was used to being independent, and just took a photo of his passport for him, saying that he didn't look like himself, which caused the other party to stare at him repeatedly for a long time when he passed the customs.

They talked about such trivial and boring things all night until Miao Cun boarded the plane smoothly.

"See you in Paris."

Before taking off, Luo Yuanhe left him these three words, and the corners of Miao Cun's lips curled up, as if an ant was scratching his heart.

He remembered a song:

"I spent half a year's savings for you, and traveled across the ocean to see you

For this reunion, I even practiced the breathing when meeting each other repeatedly. "

The first-class cabin Luo Yuanhe bought for him, the Airbus A380 first-class cabin is comfortable and spacious, Miao Cun hung up the earphones, took out the pad, and drew pictures on it to pass the long flight time.

He didn't notice it when he was writing, but he didn't realize it until it was formed. He started painting Luo Yuanhe again.

But since I haven't seen him for a long time, why does the drawn charm look like Luo Minghan?

Miao Cun threw down his pen angrily and went to sleep.

Paris is still in winter time, and there is a 7-hour difference from Beijing time. When the plane lands, including the time difference, Paris is still 7:[-] in the morning.

The fog in the winter morning was thick. When Miao Cun saw Luo Yuanhe, he felt as if he had come through the fog. His face was tired from lack of sleep, but his eyes were deep and gentle. Already stand out from the crowd.

Miao Cun saw it at a glance, dropped his luggage and ran into his arms, and was hugged full.

"Brother Luo!"

The suitcase slid around twice, Luo Yuanhe held it steadily, and rubbed Miao Cun's hair: "Are you tired from the long-distance flight?"

"I'm not tired, and the meal on the plane is delicious," Miao Cun said, after a while, "I don't know what kind of champagne it is, it's so sweet."

"You're still drinking."

"A little bit."

Luo Yuanhe looked at him: "Are you drunk?"

Miao Cun's cheeks were slightly red from the heat, and he really looked drunk.The man who never gets drunk for a thousand cups told a little lie: "A little bit."

Luo Yuanhe moved closer to him, as if he wanted to confirm the degree of drunkenness from Miao Cun's breathing.

The intertwined noise of various languages ​​receded in his ears, and Miao Cun froze, not even daring to swallow.It was only a short breath, Luo Yuanhe stepped back again, lowered his eyes and said helplessly: "Don't drink next time."

Luo Yuanhe was invited to come to France for a visiting study tour. The partner school gave him good treatment, arranged life assistants, and provided a full-time driver. He was picked up by car wherever he went. These things are not limited to Miao Cun. Every student is also clear.

When they arrived at the parking lot, the legendary driver in suit and leather shoes was not there. Luo Yuanhe opened the door for Miao Cun himself, and stuffed the luggage into the trunk of the Mercedes-Benz.

"Only you?" Miao Cun asked in surprise.

Luo Yuanhe glanced at him: "Otherwise?"

"……driver?"

"If you want a driver to bother us, I can call him over now."

"No, no, no, no."

Luo Yuanhe saw that he was cute, and after pressing down the trunk, he stood with his eyes facing each other for a while.

Miao Cun: "..." He asked tentatively and inexplicably, "Aren't you going to get in the car?"

Luo Yuanhe looked at him with a half-smile, and said for a while, "I also want to ask you, why don't you sit in the passenger seat?"

Only then did Miao Cun sit in as if awake from a dream, put on his seat belt, and said to himself, "I thought all cars with right-hand drive were used abroad."

"Except for the Commonwealth and Japan, the left rudder is generally used." Luo Yuanhe helped him adjust the seat angle.Being so close, Miao Cun could smell the faint scent of perfume on his body.

He was so nervous, he was afraid that Luo Yuanhe would hear his chaotic heartbeat, so he quickly said, "Brother Luo, happy birthday."

Luo Yuanhe raised his eyes while maintaining his posture, and smiled at Miao Cun, "Don't tell me in advance."

"why?"

"You are already here, and I want to hear what you said that day."

Considering that Miao Cun was on a long-distance flight, Luo Yuanhe didn't arrange too many itineraries for him. He took him to the hotel to wash and rest, and after dinner, he took him for a stroll around the school and showed him his studio.

Miao Cun saw the female nude oil painting he posted on Facebook, it was finished, and it was placed in the corner of the studio.Miao Cun squatted down and looked carefully from top to bottom.Geniuses have keen intuition. Although the color of this painting is so soft and soft pink, the mood is not bright.

"Aren't you happy when you painted this picture?"

"Maybe I just arrived in a foreign country, and I lack some familiar people around me." Luo Yuanhe said lightly, looking at Miao Cun's thin back.

"In other words, this painting is a work of longing."

"It is a longing that cannot be told, cannot be conveyed, and cannot be responded to."

Miao Cun stood up: "It sounds sad."

"It's not sad now." Luo Yuanhe watched him with a calm and gentle face.

"But you have built a neoclassical order inside, trying to return to tranquility and harmony." Compared with the picture, what the language can express seems to be much paler, Miao Cun thought for a while, "Teacher, you are fighting against Such distraught."

Luo Yuanhe smiled after being slightly startled, and did not deny it, but said: "It seems that I can't lie to you in the future, and I will be seen through."

Miao Cun was a little proud: "But the painting is still very good, I like it very much."

Although the woman on the screen is the woman who got Luo Yuanhe.

"Okay, this is my first time in France, where do you want to go?"

Miao Cun opened his lips, and Luo Yuanhe cut him off: "Except for the Louvre."

Miao Cun swallowed his first choice, and said with bright eyes: "Fontainbleau, Barbizon!"

Located in the Seine River Basin near Paris, the beautiful rural natural landscape has attracted Corot, Millet, and Rousseau to stop and stop, and the Barbizon School, which is important in realism, was born.

Luo Yuanhe actually guessed his choice a long time ago, "Okay."

It takes several hours to drive there, and no matter how romantic the place is, it will inevitably be bleak in winter, and Miao sleeps in the same winter suburban scenery.Luo Yuanhe shook his hand.Miao Cun's physique is very cold, no matter how much he wears, he can't warm his hands.He seemed to be icy, and quickly let go, and then turned on the heater in the car a little higher.

Although he felt his phone vibrate in his sleep, Miao Cun only felt that his eyelids were heavy and he didn't have the energy to read the news.It was the evening of the afternoon of February 2, Beijing time, and Luo Minghan asked him how his internship was and whether he should come back tomorrow.

Miao Cun didn't reply to him until he returned to the hotel at night, fearing that the time difference would reveal his secrets, he didn't answer Luo Minghan's video, but replied in the voice that it was very smooth.

Luo Minghan then asked him: "Are you happy?"

"Happy," Miao Cun replied naturally, with happiness in his voice, "very happy."

Luo Minghan could almost imagine the application on Miao Cun's face, when exposed to the sun, it was that kind of almost transparent clarity and lightness that was about to fly.His low smile passed into Miao Cun's ears through the microphone: "Why haven't you been so happy when you were with me? Being with me is not as good as going out with your classmates to help others?"

Miao turned over on the bed, holding a Paris tourist map that was distributed free of charge by the corner cafe in his hand, studying the Sacred Heart Cathedral, Left Bank Coffee and Shakespeare and Bookstore.The map is a folding page, and the title page is written with Hemingway's words: "Paris, a moving feast."

Hearing Luo Minghan's question, Miao Cun replied calmly, "I'm happy too."

"for example?"

"For example..." Miao Cun was at a loss for a while, and thought for a while, "There is no example, every day is very happy, except when you tell me ghost stories."

Luo Minghan laughed out loud, but he didn't force him.

Finally, he said: "I miss you very much."

In fact, it was only a day apart.

With a heartbeat, Miao Cun put down the folding page, sat cross-legged on the bed, held back for a long time before softly saying: "Okay, I miss you a little too."

Luo Minghan knew that every time Miao Cun used quantifiers to describe—a little, some, some, a little, it meant that he was sincere.

Accustomed to listening to all kinds of vows of eternal love and sweet words that are overflowing, one day he will be so moved by "a little bit".

The next day was the third, and there was one day left before his birthday. Luo Yuanhe came to pick him up early in the morning, and waited for Miao Cun to wash up messily in the hotel room.It was his first time abroad, and he had no experience with jet lag, so it was natural to oversleep.

Miao Cun thought that he should go to the Louvre today, but he didn't.

"Why!" He came out with a toothbrush in his mouth, complaining angrily and vaguely.

Luo Yuanhe propped his cheeks and said lazily: "I'll go tomorrow."

"But it's your birthday tomorrow?"

"That's why we have to go tomorrow."

"Ah," Miao Cun ran out after rinsing his mouth, the hair on the top of his head shaking wildly as he ran, "Do you like the Louvre so much? Is the Louvre going to give you a birthday party?"

Luo Yuanhe was not laughed to death by him.

As a result, I spent a whole day exploring the city of Paris today.Because the history of Paris is so rich and the artistic heritage is almost at hand, it is very interesting to walk around.

It was 8 o'clock in the morning on his side, and he had breakfast in the blue cafe facing the street, maple muffins and latte coffee, the sun was shining on the flowers, and the flower branches were reflected on the stone wall, and the shadows were swaying and lovely.

It was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon at Luo Minghan's side, he thought, it's time for Miao Cun to get on the car for the return journey, and it won't be long, at most in the evening, Miao Cun will appear in front of him in a hurry.

At 1:[-] p.m. in Paris, Miao Cun sat on the stone steps of the Sacred Heart Cathedral overlooking the city of Paris. The sun shone warmly on his body. A young man in a peaked cap was playing a harmonica beside him. "The tune.Miao Cun finally fell asleep, and when he woke up, he found himself resting on Luo Yuanhe's shoulder, with his cashmere coat on his body.

It was already 30 o'clock in the evening in China. Luo Minghan invited the company people to dinner, and the employees toasted him one after another, wishing him a happy birthday and wishing him more prosperity at the age of [-].

Mr. Luo used to drink very well, but probably because he was too restless today, he got drunk very quickly, always looked absent-minded, and lit up his phone from time to time to take a look.

For a busy person like him, there are new messages on his phone all the time. Lily was sitting next to him, and when she saw him log into WeChat every time, she glanced quickly and her face sank slightly.When someone came to toast, he quickly picked up the business demeanor that a boss should have.

The sunset in winter comes early, before five o’clock, the light is already very soft, and the evening wind feels cold, Luo Yuanhe accompanied Miao Cun to watch a gentle sunset under the Eiffel Tower, and took him to a lively Mexican restaurant for dinner .

Miao Cun thought of the oil painters sketching on the roadside with shelves on the side of the road, and the commercial painters selling sketches in Montmartre, and asked whimsically, "If I sell paintings tomorrow, can I save enough money for the plane ticket back home?" ?”

"Yes," Luo Yuanhe calculated, "as long as you return to China in May and sell 50 pieces a day."

Miao Cun: "..."

Stubbornly said: "But I want to."

Luo Yuanhe hooked his lips: "It's not impossible."

"Ok?"

"After dinner, we can go back there and draw for as long as you want."

Miao Cun's eyes were full of disbelief, and he became happy again, and said solemnly: "Really? Then you also draw, and we will compare to see who has the better business."

Letting an artist who sells a painting of [-] million yuan go to the art district to sell art, everyone thinks this is outrageous, but Luo Yuanhe casually agreed to his outrageous, whim, and freezing to death plan: "Okay .”

When the waiter served the cocktail, he watched Miao Cun take a sip, and then said, "Then what if I win?"

"Then I promise you one thing, anything, anything."

Luo Yuanhe looked into his eyes: "It's a deal."

The Mexican bistro is well-heated, decorated with mosaics, and has a gypsy wanderlust in the dim light.Some of the guests smoked, but the smell was not offensive, full of lively smoke and smoke.

It's almost twelve o'clock Beijing time.

That is the zero point of number four.

It was said that it was the boss's birthday treat, but the employees of the company obviously had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to torture the boss. After toasting in turn, they drank Luo Minghan almost unconscious.

But because there are still important things waiting, Luo Minghan held on to his consciousness, unwilling to get drunk.

He still wants to go back and hug Miao Cun.

Lily and another male project manager supported him together. Luo Minghan's eyes drooped slightly and his forehead hair drooped, casting a shadow between his handsome eyebrows and eyes, making it difficult to see whether he was drunk or awake.

"Mobile phone." He reminded Lily.

"It's here," Lily said, "it's in my bag."

Luo Minghan couldn't hide his impatience, "I said, give me the phone."

Lily hurriedly moved her hand, took it out of the satchel and handed it to him.Luo Minghan glanced at the clean pages, stood still, stretched his hands on the Suzhou embroidered screen, lowered his head and eyes, and took a slow, depressing deep breath.

Anyone can see through his upset.

Why hasn't Miao Cun informed him yet?He had already said that he would have an internal company dinner tonight, and he would let him know when he was about to get home, so he could finish and go back early.

Is he angry?Luo Minghan suddenly thought of a possibility, maybe he hated his endless entertainment.When I go back, I should explain to him that company dinners are very casual and there are no dirty tricks.

Or... He may have already arrived home, and he deliberately didn't say anything, waiting for him to go back, and wanted to give him an unexpected surprise.

This one is obviously more exciting.Seeing the man who was so depressed just now, Lili suddenly opened her eyes and cheered up again, as if she couldn't wait a second to ask: "Is the driver here? I have to go home quickly."

"Here we are, waiting at the door."

Luo Minghan broke free from the staff's hand holding him, and eagerly took big strides.Maybe it was because he walked too fast, he felt dizzy with thick blackness before his eyes, and his temples were also piercingly painful.

"Hey Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo—" A group of people exclaimed and wanted to help him.

Luo Minghan supported the wall, took a deep breath, and smiled: "I'm fine, I worked so hard when I was being fed just now, now I know I'm afraid? All bonuses will be deducted at the end of the year."

Everyone: "..."

At this time, don't play Huang Shiren.

The hotel is not far from home, and Lily escorted him, and found that his mood was inexplicably better, as if he was looking forward to something, and it seemed that there was something good waiting for him at the end of the road.

"Oh, it's twelve o'clock!" Lily said sweetly, "Happy birthday, boss!"

Luo Minghan was also in a trance while drunk, and started looking for his phone again.Lily sighed and handed it to him, "Don't look for it, I've been watching for you, and there is no new news."

Before the words were finished, information came out one after another, such as mobile communication, this and that luxury store, this and that high-end hotel membership, airline company, bank, insurance, and so on.There are also a lot of people who click on WeChat to congratulate the birthday. When they click on the app, Xi Xiaohan's voice request flashes.

Luo Minghan picked it up, closed his eyes, and heard Xi Xiaohan say lazily and casually: "You picked it up so fast, wait for me?"

Luo Minghan gave a real "hmm", but his face was clearly expressionless.

"Happy birthday, it's the tenth year we've known each other." Xi Xiaohan said softly, "Although you don't want me to accompany you anymore, I can't seem to get rid of this habit."

The arc of Luo Minghan's lips was quite cold, and his voice was quite indifferent, "You miss me at midnight, isn't your boyfriend angry?"

"You can have many boyfriends, but only one lover." Xi Xiaohan was probably drinking, and could hear the sound of liquid pouring out of the bottle neck, "You should understand this sentence better than me, cheers, Eric."

Luo Minghan took a deep breath, and finally just said: "Rest early."

When I got home, my heart was beating unbelievably fast.He didn't have the patience to wait for the driver to take him to the underground garage before taking the elevator up. He got off the car at the door and quickly climbed several stairs. Lily shouted anxiously behind him: "Mr. Luo! Put on your clothes!"

The breath while speaking condensed into a cloud of white mist in the air.

Luo Minghan was only wearing a black cashmere sweater, and it was windy late at night, with snow seeds floating in the air, so he didn't feel cold.

I just felt a heart in my chest was so hot and nervous that it was about to jump out.

Aunt Qian opened the door very quickly, but Luo Minghan still felt slow.

"Mr. Luo—" Aunt Qian exclaimed in surprise, Luo Minghan hid the eagerness and disappointment in his eyes, just nodded his head hastily and strode past her.

Miao Cun must be waiting for him in the house.

I have already taken a shower and put on comfortable pajamas. I am already so sleepy that my upper and lower eyelids are fighting, but I still force myself to stand under the crystal lamp, biting my lip angrily and said, "Why are you coming back so late? I've been waiting for you." Fell asleep!"

Luo Minghan has already figured out how to coax him, he will make him very happy.

But the third-floor villa was empty, only Uncle Ze who didn't know why was waiting, and couldn't figure out where his sudden, suffocating disappointment came from.

Aunt Qian and Lili looked at each other, Lily stuffed Aunt Qian's coat and mobile phone, and said in a low voice, "He is in a bad mood today, be careful, I'm leaving first."

Luo Minghan stood in the middle of the living room, under the light, his figure looked thin.

He stood quietly for a long while, curling his fingers hanging by his side, because the feeling of disappointing expectations was so strong and so strange that he seemed a little at a loss for such a powerful person, who was always in control of the field.

He only wanted Miao Cun, and saw Miao Cun appearing beautifully in front of his eyes.It's his birthday today, isn't it?Why can't even such a small wish come true?

His Adam's apple swallowed, Luo Minghan resisted the black suffocation rolling in his chest, turned his face halfway and asked in a hoarse voice: "Did Miao Cun come over?"

Aunt Qian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was a big deal.

"Mr. Miu Miu hasn't been here." She replied warmly, "Han Han came in the afternoon and brought a gift."

Luo Minghan didn't hear the second half of the sentence at all, he was only thinking about Miao Cun's disappearance.

how so?Is it... something happened on the road, some accident?

Thinking of this, Luo Minghan lost his patience, as if he finally found a legitimate reason to call Miao Cun.

But Miao Cun did not subscribe to expensive overseas roaming, so his phone is destined to be unreachable.

He dialed the voice again.It was a bit late at night, and a sunset in Paris was dragged to the end. Miao Cun felt that the burrito was so delicious. He didn't know how the phone vibrated repeatedly in his backpack-off, vibrated again .

It's ok.

Luo Minghan closed his eyes, maybe it was because he was too busy with the internship work and there were too many chores.This is normal, because animation companies reverse their work and rest in this way, using people as spinning tops.When Miao Cun is done with his work, he will naturally add the phrase happy birthday.

And at dawn tomorrow, he will appear in front of him, and will appear with him at the birthday party prepared by Guan Yingtao, and be blessed by everyone.

Luo Minghan had to have such thoughts in order to force himself to fall asleep.

He didn't know that Miao Cun would hold a gift and say happy birthday when the day dawned.It's just that it's 7 o'clock in Beijing time and zero o'clock in Paris.On the streets of the art district in Paris, Miao Cun nodded and said, "Brother Luo, happy birthday."

It's just that brother Luo is not him, and it's not him who has a happy birthday.