Please don't be so hard on me!

The tinkling of bells came from a distant church. It was zero o'clock in French winter time and seven o'clock in the morning Beijing time.

Miao Cun put away his drawing board, his hands were too stiff to bend because of the cold, Luo Yuanhe wrapped his coat tightly around him, and put his hands together in his palms, breathing hard.Miao Cun smiled with his head tilted, his body trembled and tightened for a while, but he stared at Luo Yuanhe with bright eyes: "Brother Luo, it's midnight, Miao Miao wishes you a happy birthday."

Luo Yuanhe paused, touched Miao Cun's eyes with his fingertips, didn't respond to a word, just smiled, and the white mist came out of the smile, he smiled while stroking Miao Cun's cheek, then clasped the back of his head, and pressed him to himself in the arms.

Miao Cun's eyes widened suddenly. Luo Yuanhe's embrace was both hot and cold. The cold was because he was wearing little, only a cashmere sweater. Body temperature mature man.

He flushed suddenly.

"What's the birthday wish?" He was so tall, with his chin pressing on the top of Miao Cun's head, and the resonance in his chest seemed to ring in Miao Cun's ear when he spoke.

"I wish you happiness, health and peace every day, always have a keen intuition and abundant inspiration, always love the land, life and life, and always only paint what you like."

This is the best and most sincere blessing to an artist, and the richest gift that fate can give.

Luo Yuanhe hugged Miao Cun even tighter, his voice became hoarse: "Okay, I accept it."

Miao Cun didn't dare to be hugged by him anymore, because Mr. Luo had a girlfriend, and it would be over the limit if he hugged him any longer. He actively and gently pushed Luo Yuanhe away, his cheeks flushed from the wind: "Why don't you ask?" I want a birthday present?"

Luo Yuanhe was probably very happy today, far better than every day in France alone, so he always seemed to be in a trance, and there was such an obvious smile on his face: "Where is my gift?"

Even the breath of speaking seemed to carry a smile.

Miao Cun took out the bracelet from his pocket, it was not packed in the brand's noble velvet jewelry box, but a red bracelet was wrapped around it.He held one end of the red rope, loosened his palm, and the platinum bracelet fell down like magic, dangling in front of Luo Yuanhe's eyes in the dark blue night of Paris.

That red string was left to him by his mother, and he pulled out one, as if pulling out a year of life, a year of good luck.

Luo Yuanhe had imagined his gift, but he didn't expect it to be such an expensive brand.

The important thing is that it is the same model as Miao Cun's.

"You praised it last time for its beauty," Miao Cun raised his left wrist and shook it, "so I bought the same style."

Perhaps such jewelry is too intimate and easily misunderstood.Seeing that Luo Yuanhe didn't accept it for a long time, Miao Cun deliberately said with that kind of eccentric cleverness: "It doesn't matter if you don't like it, anyway, I have already sent it away, you can put it in the cabinet to eat ashes."

"I like it." Luo Yuanhe took the gift, removed the red string, and rolled up his sleeves.

"I teach you."

Miao Cun stepped forward and opened the clasp of the bracelet for him.The dim light of the street lamp illuminated the inner wall of the bracelet, and Luo Yuanhe saw the engraving inside.

"What is MM?" He asked casually.

"you guess."

"younger sister."

"..."

"Mother."

Miao Cun stopped, bit his lip and looked at him uncomfortably.

Luo Yuanhe just smiled, "Miao Miao."

"Wonderful ideas, I wish you wonderful encounters every day." Miao Cun said, the buckle clicked lightly, he put it on for Luo Yuanhe, and then lowered his eyes to appreciate it for a moment, "It looks good."

"What about this?" Luo Yuanhe's slender fingers clamped the red string.

"Give it to me, and I'll throw it for you." Miao Cun found a reason, afraid that Luo Yuanhe would really throw his mother's red string into the trash can.

"I said, what's the matter?"

Miao Cun never told him about the red rope and his mother. These stories were originally intended to be told when he went to Xishuangbanna, but in the end they were told to Luo Minghan.

But Luo Yuanhe is not dull, knowing that Miao Cun never leaves the red rope all year round, it must represent a very important intention.

The eye sockets felt inexplicably hot, so sore that Miao Cun blinked.He breathed out and laughed: "You want this too? This one is worthless." Although he said so, he had already taken the rope and tied a knot on Luo Yuanhe's wrist.

It's a very complicated technique, Luo Yuanhe saw it from beginning to end, and found that he couldn't learn it.

"If you're like this, can't you take it off when you take a bath?"

"It doesn't matter. When it fades or you don't like it or don't want it anymore, just cut it off." Miao Cun raised his face and smiled lightly, "As long as you have worn it, that's enough."

It was almost one o'clock in the morning when he arrived at the hotel, Luo Yuanhe sent him back to the room and said good night.Miao Cun was so sleepy that he yawned, and he was thinking about the Louvre in the daytime tomorrow. He asked the front desk for a morning call, charged his phone, which had been turned off for a long time, and fell asleep without any burden.

·

People with hangovers are drowsy, but Luo Minghan wakes up very early.A flash of thought flashed across his mind, thinking that Miao Cun should have sent him a message back——this thought woke him up instantly like lightning.

With a splitting headache, he reached for the phone from the bedside table, and with bloodshot eyes, he found Miao Cun's dialog box among the sea of ​​birthday wishes—no red dots.

has been submerged to the bottom.

Luo Minghan closed his eyes, and his smart brain, which is good at calculation, imagined thousands of possibilities, but he couldn't find the answer to Miao Cunwan's disappearance.

Fortunately, for a person like him, any emotion has a threshold and a ceiling, and he will not waste his energy on meaningless things endlessly.

First of all, he must have bought a gift and must give it.

Secondly, since this is the case, he will definitely show up today.

In the end, the absence from yesterday until now doesn't matter as long as he's going to show up.

That being the case, the current intense internal friction in his heart is meaningless, and it will only increase troubles in vain.

After thinking about it all, it was just a matter of getting up and taking a hot shower. He wiped his face with his hands under the hot shower, and when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his calm, deep and self-sufficient appearance.

It was just after eight o'clock when he had breakfast, and he calculated the time, and it was one o'clock in the morning in France, so Luo Yuanhe should not have slept since he saw a ghost.

Then dialed the video in the past.

Luo Yuanhe had just parked the car and hadn't gone upstairs yet, seeing that it was Luo Minghan, he simply stood downstairs for a while.

"Still out so late, celebrating with your colleagues?"

"No," Luo Yuanhe smiled, smoking a cigarette, "accompanied a child to sell paintings in Montmartre until midnight."

"Which kid?" Luo Minghan thought for a while, "The student you wanted me to take care of last time?"

"Well, you also saw him when he was a child."

Luo Minghan had an intuition in his heart for a long time, and this time he finally got it right: "It really is him, he went to France to celebrate your birthday?"

Luo Yuanhe lowered his head and laughed, "Yes."

This smile was dazzling and piercing, Luo Minghan's cup of coffee tasted like shabu-shabu.It's also a birthday, why is it that there are people traveling thousands of miles across the ocean on his side, but he is like a lonely old man on his side?

"Luo Yuanhe," he squinted his eyes, and his tone was stern and warning, "Don't make trouble for me."

Luo Yuanhe extinguished the cigarette on the trash can, and withdrew his smile: "Don't worry about it."

As the left hand rose and fell, a silver light flashed along the wrist, followed by a red string, which quickly disappeared back into the cuff because of his movements.

It looked familiar, but Luo Minghan couldn't remember where he saw it for a while, and suspected that he had seen it wrong.

Luo Yuanhe threw down the cigarette butt, changed the subject intentionally, and asked, "How was your birthday? Did you have a party last night?"

Luo Minghan said coldly, "It's not that good."

Luo Yuanhe, who has shoes, can't empathize with barefoot. He lazily smiled and said, "On the first day of turning 30, I hope it will be better."

"Maybe I fell down this time." Luo Minghan put down his coffee, put the heels of his palms on his forehead, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I was fidgeting all day yesterday. Looking back today, I scared myself."

"Who is so powerful?" Luo Yuanhe thought about it with great interest, "Xi Xiaohan came back to look for you again?"

"It has nothing to do with him, the one who showed you the painting last time, you said he has no talent."

Luo Yuanhe recalled, "It's true that I don't have any talent. I can barely earn a living by painting, but it's difficult to become famous for painting.... Have you taken a fancy to him?"

In fact, Luo Minghan has a very high vision. In addition to his family background and good looks, the people he has been with before are also well-educated, such as C9 Fashuo, Imperial College, Berkeley, the one who blocked people at the Academy of Fine Arts last time and ended up blocking the wrong one. He is a professional music producer and has won awards.

Luo Yuanhe heard that the person who painted those two paintings was from a vocational school.Luo Yuanhe didn't like the students of that vocational school because he knew for a long time that some of them would always make trouble for Miao Cun.It's unbelievable that his brother would have a serious eye for someone who went to a vocational school, and still have a headache because of it.

Luo Minghan had a lawsuit on his head, didn't know where to start, and waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it, I can't tell you, happy birthday, hang up."

Luo Yuanhe was speechless by his bluntness. He only said two words "Happy Birthday" before the camera flashed a black screen.

·

The hotel morning call came in on time, and Miao Cun was woken up by the ringing of the phone, so he turned on his phone while washing to see if Luo Yuanhe had sent him a message.

As a result, Luo Minghan's information was overwhelming.

More than a dozen voice and video requests, dozens of WeChat messages, all asking where he is, whether he has returned to school, and whether something happened on the way.

Miao Cun was puzzled by his question.He never said that he would go back in the next few days. He didn't know why Luo Minghan acted like he hadn't arrived home yet, and even suspected that the high-speed rail derailed and the bus crashed and was abducted and sold.

After thinking about it, I replied concisely with one word: "Busy"

Anyway, Luo Minghan himself was busy.Today is Wednesday, the day when the project manager will report to him in the middle of the week. He should have been in meetings all morning and he is too busy to even drink water.

Miao Cun said thoughtfully, "Remember to drink water."

This kind of concern should be enough, right?I hope Luo Minghan will stop harassing him today.

Luo Minghan was indeed listening to the project report at the company, and the movement of the mobile phone attracted his attention. After reading the message, the corners of his lips inadvertently hooked up, and he took a drink from the water glass.

He is not in a hurry to find Miao Cun now, and play this well-known trick of playing hard to get with him.

The meeting had just ended, so he made a voice call and said to Miao Cun, "I received some gifts today."

Miao Cun washed his face and said nothing, Luo Minghan went on to say: "I don't know how many ties and cufflinks I have collected, and the perfume is not very interesting. The only one who is more caring is Xi Xiaohan, who gave me a custom suit. Always knew my size."

The sound of the water was loud, and Miao Cun only had the Louvre in his mind, so he had no time to think about every word of Luo Minghan, so he said hastily and perfunctorily, "You are not short of good things."

Why do you talk about the past one by one like offering treasures?

Luo Minghan let out a "hmm" with a smile in his voice.

Because Miao Cun sounded very confident, as if he knew that he would like what he gave.

"I'm going out, Brother Luo." Miao Cun quickly concluded, "I'm very busy today, so don't look for me."

He put on a new set of clean clothes. The warm white short down jacket only made his temperament more outstanding. He has black hair, white skin and slender limbs. He hurried through the hotel lobby and ran a few steps towards Luo Yuanhe, and some people couldn't bear it. Live back and look at him repeatedly.

"Why do you have to go to the Louvre today?" Miao Cun put on his seat belt.

"Because in this way, you will be happier today."

"Obviously it's your birthday, why do you care whether I'm happy or not?" Miao Cun asked strangely, and opened the breakfast paper bag Luo Yuanhe gave him, which contained fragrant muffins and coffee.

Luo Yuanhe played concisely with him again: "Think for yourself."

The Louvre is always overcrowded. Many people took pictures in front of the glass pyramid. Luo Yuanhe asked Miao Cun to wait for a while. After a while, a woman in a suit and pencil skirt walked over with high heels, walking like a breeze. , on both sides of the low bun, a few strands of wavy forehead hair were blown by the wind.

Miao Cun's blood froze.

is her.

The woman who appeared on Mr. Luo's Facebook page, the woman who appeared in the painting, the one that he could not forget for many years.

"Good morning," the woman said hello to Luo Yuanhe, "It's really early enough." She turned her gaze to Miao Cun again, and asked with interest, "Are you Miao Miao? You really look beautiful."

It was difficult for Miao Cun to make a proper expression, but he tried to make himself smile, and the corners of his lips curled up to the sides, and he said softly, "Hello."

No wonder Mr. Luo had to come to the Louvre today because he wanted to be with her.

"I'll be with you today," she stretched out her hand to Miao Cun, her nails are so exquisite, coated with transparent light powder nail polish, "you can ask me anything - I'm rarely free, call me Jess .”

It was only then that Miao Cun noticed the work card pinned to her chest.

"The Louvre is one of the three major museums in the world. There are more than 40 art treasures here," Jess said, looking back while leading them to the underground entrance passage. "As we all know, there are three treasures in the Louvre." Rare treasures, known as the treasure of the town hall, "Mona Lisa", "Venus of Milos", that is, Venus with Broken Arms, and "The Goddess of Victory of Samothrace", most of them are Tourists who come here…”

Miao Cun was one step behind, and he had been doing psychological construction in his heart.

After the "Mona Lisa", he told Teacher Luo that he wanted to wander around and watch casually by himself, and then leave the time and space to them alone.

Jess is so beautiful.

That kind of bright and straight self-confidence, stretched and generous from the inside out, standing next to Luo Yuanhe is really a natural match.

"Miao Miao." Luo Yuanhe called him.

"what?"

"What's wrong with you? Did you catch a cold last night?"

Jess also cast a concerned look.

"No, no." Miao Cun was sweating a little when she saw it, he was as unconfident as an ugly duckling seeing a white swan.He forced himself to calm down, "Just a little nervous.

Jess laughed: "It's normal. Those who study art, especially those who study oil painting and sculpture, it's normal for their heartbeat to speed up and their breathing to speed up, because this is a palace favored by the Muse."

Miao Cun couldn't be jealous of her smile like a spring breeze, and was quite happy for Luo Yuanhe.

But he has been absent-minded and taciturn, making people unable to feel his so-called excitement. Only when he stares at the painting for a long time, can Luo Yuanhe see the familiar concentration.He called Jess and had a brief chat with her. When Miao Cun came back to his senses, Jess said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I have a temporary VIP reception task, and I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you today."

Miao Cun was stunned for a moment, and Luo Yuanhe said flatly: "Go and do your work, I'll just accompany him."

Jess gave him a reproachful look, then turned and left.

Luo Yuanhe smiled helplessly at Miao Cun: "You have lost the highest standard of VIP treatment, and now you can only go with me to squeeze people."

On the contrary, Miao Cun felt relieved, and he was already concerned about the closing of the museum: "Can we go out after the closing? Can we not eat?"

Whatever he said, Luo Yuanhe agreed.They have visited many exhibitions together. Since Miao Cun was very young, Luo Yuanhe took him by the hand and took him to art museums, introduced him to this painter and that school of painting, and met his favorite For the exhibition, Miao Cun can stay there for a day without eating or drinking, and then take the easel and Maza to copy it the next day.

The charm of oil painting art can only be truly appreciated by seeing it in person.The lightness and thickness of each stroke of oil paint, the delicacy and thickness of each brush stroke can only be seen on authentic works.The paintings are distributed in large and small exhibition halls and corridors. In front of almost every handed down work, there are teachers and a group of students giving lectures. They stand or stand, and regard the tourists passing by as nothing.There are also licensed artists, who can set up a shelf in front of the painting and spend a whole week copying here.

Miao Cun has been so focused that he didn't know when he was crying until Luo Yuanhe called him and wiped away the tears from his eyes.

"It's embarrassing." He glanced down.

Luo Yuanhe didn't laugh at him, but asked in a soft and deep voice: "Do you understand now? You must work hard to come to France, for yourself."

·

Guan Yingtao has always been thoughtful in his organization. From six o'clock to twelve o'clock, his clubhouse is only open for Luo Minghan's birthday. The food is top-notch, and the wine is also the best. He never mentioned Qian Zhizi, as long as Luo Minghan enjoys himself , even if he has completed his merits and virtues.

The people who came were not all Luo Minghan's acquaintances, but also people Guan Yingtao valued. After all, the wine market is a social place. There is such a reason to gather a circle of people together, pass business cards to each other, drink and drink, and say a few happy birthday , then there will be friendship, won't there be feelings?

After Luo Minghan came out of the company, he went home to take a shower and changed into more casual clothes before going to the club.The imported hangover medicine contained one piece after another, after thinking about it, I added another piece.He estimated that half of his life would be there today.

Aunt Qian made some soup and made some snacks: "You need to fill your stomach first, don't just fill your stomach with wine as soon as you go, it's like killing yourself."

Luo Minghan obediently sat at the dining table and ate half full. Before leaving, he was worried, and told him again: "If Miaomiao comes back, let him go to the club to find me."

"I know, I know," Aunt Qian really couldn't stand him, "I've said it a hundred times."

Luo Minghan smiled, "You don't understand."

The driver sent him to the clubhouse, and a group of people were waiting for him to start the banquet. Guan Yingtao asked after a few words of greeting, "How wonderful is yours?"

"Wait over here."

"Why, you still bring someone who is late?" Guan Yingtao yelled, "Being late for such an important day, a few drinks will not be too much to punish you when the time comes, right?"

"Don't, the kid doesn't drink well, so you're going to go to bed and serve Young Master Luo at night when you get drunk?"

The room roared with laughter, Guan Yingtao slapped himself lightly: "I really can't handle this job."

Luo Minghan half-truthfully warned him: "Don't make such jokes later, if he flirts with you, I can't control it."

Everyone in the circle knows that this is what Luo Minghan puts people at ease, and it has reached the point where they feel distressed even if they open a dirty joke.

The hangover medicine worked. From six o'clock to eight o'clock, several boxes of yellow, white, and red oceans came in turn. Luo Minghan always maintained a controllable sobriety.When the seats are withdrawn, the game is in full swing. Those who sing and play dice take the opportunity to chat about business and investment, and those who go to the bathroom to have sex.

Guan Yingtao felt something was wrong: "It's so wonderful, why hasn't it come yet?"

Luo Minghan was quite tired from drinking, and propped his forehead with his palm: "Traffic jam."

"It's almost nine o'clock, and there's still a traffic jam?" Guan Yingtao kept his words secret, so he insisted on asking this question to show that he was smart.

Luo Minghan frowned, and said impatiently: "Are you annoying or not, you are more angry than me."

"I'm fucking angry for you, do you have a conscience," Guan Yingtao scolded, and poured him a soft drink, "Didn't you say that he prepared a gift carefully and wanted to surprise you? I just want to open my eyes Can't you?"

"What eyes are you opening?"

"Open the eyes of love!"

Luo Minghan snorted and kept his eyes closed all the time: "Don't open it, you don't have it if you open it, go ahead and be jealous."

If before nine o'clock, he could still maintain a basic composure for Miao Cun's absence, then by ten o'clock, this calmness would be like sand between his fingers, rapidly disappearing visibly with the naked eye.

"Why hasn't Boss Luo's little boyfriend arrived yet?" Everyone who came to toast had to ask this question, seeming very concerned.Guan Yingtao winked desperately, telling others not to open any pots and pick up which pots.

"How about...call and ask?" Guan Yingtao paid attention.

Luo Minghan propped himself up on the sofa and stood up. He was so drunk that he swayed, and he was supported by someone to stabilize himself.There was a commotion in the box, and he was willing to press the call button when he was out the door, but he couldn't get through again.A burst of dizziness hit his eyes, Luo Minghan took a deep breath, and typed slowly: "Where have you been? Why haven't you come here yet?"

Back in the box, Guan Yingtao whispered to his professional girlfriend Wanwan. Luo Minghan suddenly remembered that Wanwan had a good chat with Miao Cun last time, and casually asked, "Do you have Miao Cun's phone number?"

Wanwan replied: "I don't have the phone number, but I have WeChat."

Luo Minghan asked for her mobile phone and pressed Miao Cun's number.

This move was too nervous and unconfident, Guan Yingtao stared at him strangely, "I said, Miaomiao blocked you?"

"No."

Luo Minghan wiped his face, and when he heard the same unreachable voice, a stone fell from his heart.

Fortunately, fortunately, Miao Cun didn't block him, but he really couldn't be contacted.

He couldn't think of where he made Miao Cun angry again. Could it be that during the day he said that Xi Xiaohan gave him a custom suit?But isn't that to get some presence, some meager attention?He couldn't stand Miao Cun's indifferent generosity inadvertently.The generosity is too much, he can't help provoking Miao Cun to prove that he cares about himself.

This precarious calmness was finally on the verge of shattering after eleven o'clock.

He looked for Miao Cun everywhere, Miao Cun who would give him gifts, called him Brother Luo, and wished him a happy birthday.

The first day of his 30th birthday is about to pass, and Miao Cun has never appeared, and there is no news.

People have already come to say goodbye one after another, toast a last glass of wine, and wish him a prosperous career.

The lights were beautiful and dim, and I walked through the corridor to the bathroom, and heard someone chatting:

"Where is Luo Minghan's little love? Have you been here? Why haven't you seen it?"

"Didn't come, if it really came, Guan Yingtao would have jumped on the table."

"A quarrel? Didn't Guan Yingtao say that he wants to propose on the spot?"

"Listen to his nonsense, I think Luo Shao would rather die at 30 than get married at 30!"

"Then he's quite embarrassing tonight, he was let go by a little bastard, that's fine."

"That's why I said to hurry up and find an excuse to slip away before twelve o'clock, otherwise after twelve o'clock, this matter will not end well."

Luo Minghan stopped, turned around and leaned against the wall, and took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket.It was all folded and twisted, he didn't dislike it, he lowered his eyes, and took a deep breath as if dying.

When he went back again, Guan Yingtao found that he suddenly became energetic, and he didn't push back when others came to toast. He drank the wine without saying anything, raised his neck and drank it, and then greeted the next glass without changing his face.

Not a word of superfluous nonsense.

The banquet became lively again, and everyone gathered together, scrambling to say:

"Mr. Luo, 30 years old, the best age is just beginning!"

"If you make money, you must think about your buddies!"

"Young and promising, the future is promising!"

"I wish Mr. Luo a long-term investment. You eat meat, but we can just follow the soup!"

"Happy birthday, don't forget the project I mentioned to you tonight, I will make an appointment with you later!"

The sound of clinking glasses was heard crisply and continuously, each of them drank so much that their faces were flushed and spit was flying around. Luo Minghan kept smiling cynically, and never refused to come, but the bloodshot eyes that were exhausted gradually became terrifying.

It's all animal stuff.

There is no imbalance in my heart.Compared with such excitement, he wants a birthday like Luo Yuanhe's more, but he is not alone in a foreign country. Someone will come to him from a long distance, and he can receive a simple, unconditional happy birthday. Many years later, whenever this birthday is mentioned, I can still lower my face and smile slightly.

It's not like Luo Minghan, who drank until he was drunk, and when he woke up the next day with a splitting headache, he couldn't remember the people and ghosts from last night.

After zero o'clock walked through such empty noise, Luo Minghan put down his wine glass, feeling calm in his heart.

He had already seen the omen, so he was able to keep his eyes open and watch the knife fall little by little. In the end, it was just a pain in his heart.

no big deal.

Guan Yingtao smiled embarrassingly, scolded Miao Cun five hundred times in his heart, and scolded himself a thousand times.Well now, folded, overturned.

The cake was extremely expensive, and it was also extremely delicious. Several girls were so greedy that they wanted another piece, and Luo Minghan protected them all.He reserved a large piece, the most beautiful one, for Miao Cun to taste.Because Miao Cun likes to eat desserts very much, this is what the chef at home said.

"Wanwan, you should eat the cake." Luo Minghan said calmly, his expression fell in a thick shadow.

"Ah..." Wanwan wanted to say that she was quitting sugar, but Guan Yingtao elbowed her.

Luo Minghan pretended not to see it, and smiled: "Low sugar."

Wanwan took a knife and pulled it into a paper tray, and began to eat it in small bites.

After everyone left, Luo Minghan sat down on the sofa again, and tried to contact Miao Cun for the last time at 23:[-].

Miao Cun was sitting on the steps of the atrium of the Louvre. Luo Yuanhe met an acquaintance and was stopping to greet him. He looked back at Miao Cun from time to time, as if he was afraid that he would get lost by himself.

Miao Cun looked at the bronze sculpture seriously, and after visiting it all day, his mood was more transparent than sunlight.The phone vibrated, and this time he picked it up without hesitation.

Luo Minghan's face was reflected in the screen.

Luo Minghan obviously froze for a moment, staring at Miao Cun with weird and frightening eyes.

Miao Cun was also startled when he saw him. People would get carried away when they were extremely happy. He even forgot that Luo Yuanhe was only ten meters away!I deliberately adjusted the angle so that Mr. Luo could not see his phone screen, and then asked, "Why don't you talk?"

He felt that Luo Minghan's appearance was extremely strange, his usual high-spirited and easy-going effort was gone, he looked very depressed, his eyes were red, and even his breathing was stagnant as if he was sick.

It was as if someone had tortured him for a long time.

Luo Minghan smiled briefly, and looked at Miao Cun carefully for a long time.

The screen reflected his inexplicably absent-minded face and the large bronze statue behind him.

Guan Yingtao pulled Wanwan to sit far away, and Luo Minghan asked hoarsely, "Why haven't you contacted me?"

"I told you I'm busy today."

Luo Minghan hooked his lips: "But I miss you very much today."

Saying this in public made people feel hot, Miao Cun was a little flustered, and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense."

Luo Minghan laughed more briefly, but it was weird, like a nightmare.In a dreamlike tone, he asked him mockingly softly: "What's the matter? Aren't you in a foreign country? The people next to you can't understand. Tell me, what company made you do an internship in France and the Louvre ?”

·

When he left the club, Guan Yingtao kept sending him off, half-stretched his hand to help him, but Luo Minghan refused him, and tried his best to keep his steps steady, with his back tensed.

There was a fine snow in the sky, probably the last snow before spring.

Xi Xiaohan held an umbrella and stood not far from the door. The lights enveloped him, making the snow seeds look like a dream. He watched Luo Minghan walk out step by step, turned his face and smiled: "It seems that your little friend Made you sad."

·

Miao Cun only found out from Luo Minghan's circle of friends that today is his birthday.

In fact, this "original" is ridiculous, he should know, after all, Luo Yuanhe and Luo Minghan are twins.But he only remembered that this day belonged to Luo Yuanhe, and completely forgot about the other character.

Thinking of apologizing, she deliberately went to the airport a little earlier to allow time to choose a gift for him.It was really hard to choose. When I walked into a high-end luxury store and looked at the rows of ties for a long time, I finally didn't know what color, style, or width he liked.Tell the shopping guide: "Take the five best-selling ones."

You can never go wrong.

Although it will cost him tens of thousands of dollars, it is a bit expensive.

When I was still billing, I received a WeChat message from Luo Minghan:

"Let's break up."

Miao Cun glanced down, paused for two seconds, and said to the shopping guide: "No, I won't buy it."

The shopping guide was startled, and the well-trained and sweet: "Okay, then do you want to look at other styles?"

Miao Cun took back the UnionPay card and said flatly: "No, there is no need to give it away."