Please don't be so hard on me!

When the school's winter vacation notice came down, the people in the school had already left early.Matt didn't go home, he went on a trip to the south, Miao Cun stayed alone in the villa for two days, and was dragged out by Luo Minghan.

Miao Cun originally lied to him that he had gone home, but he missed the truth in the video at night.Luo Minghan was very familiar with every wall and cabinet in that bedroom, and immediately realized that he was lying.The old man has always been calm and strategic, and he is not in a hurry to expose his feet when he catches his feet. After hanging up, he drove to the door. When the doorbell rang, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.

The ghost story that Luo Minghan told last time is still alive. Miao Cun was originally drawing a picture wrapped in a blanket. When he heard the midnight doorbell, his whole body trembled like a cat. After seeing Luo Minghan through the cat's eyes, he felt... The man is sick.

The door opened, Luo Minghan also felt that he was sick.

Because the Buddhist sounds and songs of the "Diamond Sutra" are circulating in the living room, it makes people want to become a Buddha immediately.

"..."

As the cold wind blew, the two felt that the other was sick for a long time, until Luo Minghan hugged Miao Cunlian with the blanket horizontally, and pushed the door shut with the toes of his leather shoes.

"I'm so afraid that it will become like this, and you don't want to look for me?"

"No fear," Miao Cun said solemnly, "it's just religious belief—you put me down."

Luo Minghan sat down on the sofa by himself and asked Miao Cun to sit on his lap: "The leather sofa is cool."

Miao Cun: "..."

"Why did you lie to me and go home?"

"Happy."

"If I don't care about you, are you going to stay here by yourself until the Chinese New Year?"

"Can't you?"

Luo Minghan realized something was wrong, "Do you not want to go home at all?"

Miao Cun loosely hooked his arms around his neck, snuggled into his arms lazily, and said "um" lightly, "Don't worry about it."

Since the acquaintance, Luo Minghan has indeed rarely heard Miao Cun mention his family. He is deeply impressed by his aunt and deceased mother, but he knows little about his current parents and close relatives.Luo Minghan was well-versed in people, and immediately realized that his father's new family should not welcome him very much.

"What about the Chinese New Year?"

"one person."

"Aren't you going to Auntie's place?"

"Went once. She has a life of her own."

"So you can't bear to disturb her and cause her trouble?"

"Ah."

"How did you spend New Year's Eve last year?"

Miao Cun thought for a while, cooked fresh shrimp dumplings, watched the Spring Festival Gala for half an hour, made a 5-minute phone call with Luo Yuanhe, and after five hours of painting, the New Year's bell rang, and he solemnly washed his face. After taking a bath, he puts on the new red rope that his mother left him. This is considered to be the end of the New Year and welcome the New Year.

"That friend you liked...didn't accompany you?"

Miao Cun was surprised by his question: "I like him, why does he accompany me?"

"You didn't go to him either."

Miao Cun was even more puzzled: "He has his own relatives and friends to accompany him, why did he go to him?"

Luo Minghan smiled cynically: "It seems that not only does he not treat you very well, but you also don't like him very much."

Miao Cun became coldly angry: "Fart."

Jumping off Luo Minghan's lap, he walked away noble and cold.

It is easy to ask God to send God away, let alone a thick-skinned master like Luo Minghan.Miao Cun actually doesn't mind him showing a strong obsession with and playing with his body,...and a bit addicted.But kissing and kissing today, the taste is not quite right.Luo Minghan's kiss stopped on his lips, and he asked suspiciously: "...Can the Diamond Sutra be closed first?"

Miao Cun: "."

Luo Minghan's arms were hot, and Miao Cun was wrapped in his arms with his back turned. At a certain moment, he had a strange idea, as if he was greedy for this kind of temperature.But this must be the illusion that winter gave him.When winter comes, small animals know how to mate. When spring comes, when the ice and snow bloom, the small animals will shake their ears and fur, and say goodbye without looking back.

Sleeping until ten o'clock the next day, Miao Cun was washing up, and ran out with a toothbrush in his mouth when he heard the movement, and found that Luo Minghan tossed his suitcase out from the top of the cabinet.

After rinsing his mouth and washing his face, he finally asked Luo Minghan: "What are you doing?"

"Help you move."

"What house are you moving to?" Miao Cun asked blankly.

"Move me there."

Miao Cun choked out his first mouthful of warm water in the morning: "Huh?"

"It's too wasteful for you to stay alone," Luo Minghan said with superb speech skills, "Why don't you spend this time with me."

Miao Cun was in a complicated mood: "Although we are just playing for fun, you don't have to be so high-sounding."

"In case you misunderstand again."

"Oh."

"It's very troublesome to take care of people, but since I give Aunt Qian [-] a month, I believe she should be able to accept you." Luo Minghan wrote lightly, "So you don't have to worry about causing trouble to her or me."

Miao Cun was still hesitating, Luo Minghan said, "Don't you know that Bodhisattvas have to sleep too, the Diamond Sutra can't keep you all night."

Miao Cun: "!"

Think he can't see it?It is better to use clumsy means.

"Let's go?" Luo Minghan glanced at his pale and angry face amusedly.

Miao Cun looked at him resentfully: "... let's go."

It's really easy to pack up, because the winter vacation is not long, and Miao Cun only brought the necessary changes of clothes and electronic equipment.It was only when the suitcase was buckled that I remembered to ask, "So how about the Chinese New Year?"

Luo Minghan said as a matter of course: "Of course I go home, you stay alone, okay?"

Miao Cun breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes."

Aunt Qian received a tip-off from Luo Minghan early in the morning, and she packed out the guest bedroom ahead of time, and prepared a cake, which was exactly the one that Luo Minghan ordered for his birthday, making walnut browning.After Miao Cun arrived, Aunt Qian took him to the guest room on the third floor, helped him pack his luggage, and explained: "I know you slept with Mr. Luo before, but it was an occasional stay after all. Mr. Luo is a light sleeper. , actually don't like sharing the same bed with people..."

Miao Cun immediately understood: "I'm fine, this is just right."

It seems that Luo Minghan's liking for him really is only that little, that's great.

Aunt Qian left him alone to familiarize himself with the room. When he turned the stairs, he saw Luo Minghan smoking a cigarette leaning on the handrail of the stairs: "Did you say it the way I taught you?"

Aunt Qian almost had a heart attack from fright, and reported from her heart: "I said it, I said it verbatim."

"He didn't ask anything else?"

"No, I'm very happy..." Seeing that the employer's face darkened with displeasure, he immediately changed his words, "But I can see that it was just a forced smile, and I was actually very disappointed... Well, quite disappointed ..."

Luo Minghan's complexion improved slightly, and he said calmly, "Take good care of him."

Needless to say, Aunt Qian has fully grasped his spirit now, knowing that Miao Cun is her second boss, and after serving him well, the mistakes she made before can be written off, otherwise she will just pack up and leave after the new year. people.

She said sincerely: "Don't worry, I will definitely treat him better than my grandson."

Luo Minghan was still upset, "Who is your grandson?"

Aunt Qian: "..."

Come on.

·

Chinese New Year is different now than when I was a child. When I was a child, buying New Year’s goods was like fighting a war. Now that consumption is exploding, businesses are not promoting New Year’s goods, but a variety of New Year’s limited gift boxes.From the street to the end of the street, there are a thousand advertisements that fully explain consumerism in my mind.

A person like Miao Cun who starts to wander off as soon as he hits the street is originally a natural immune to advertising bombing, but maybe the weather was so good that day, when he was walking, passing by the huge luxury goods window of IFC , Thinking of something, strolled in.

At the end of the year, Luo Minghan's entertainment suddenly increased, and it became a luxury to have a good dinner with Miao Cun.

In the past, when he was suffering from drinking, he stumbled and was helped back by his subordinates. There was always a lot of noise. Aunt Qian would twist a hot towel on him and serve him hangover soup. Knowing that his stomach was probably empty, she simmered Fresh porridge all afternoon is also essential.The servants in the entire villa were thrown off their feet.

But because Myuu exists, everything is completely different.

The subordinate was stopped outside the door, because he was afraid of disturbing Miao Cun with unnecessary voices.Aunt Qian would silently welcome her employer and tell him that Miao was painting in the studio.Luo Minghan would pass by silently and watch his painting quietly for a while, under the bright lights, his back was lonely but carefree.

After seeing enough, he went to take a shower and change clothes, and then appeared next to Miao Cun clean and without the smell of alcohol, and hugged him from behind.

Aunt Qian saw it all and said nothing, but she dared not neglect Miao Cun more and more.

"Mr. Miao Miao has been waiting for you for a long time today." She took off his coat for Luo Minghan, shaking the wind and frost on it.

"See you in the shower."

The voice of the speech is low, and the flames of the electric fireplace in the living room are burning, which has a winter and festive atmosphere.Barely walking steadily for two steps, Miao Cun's ears were sharp, and he had already heard the movement and ran over.

"do not come."

Miao Cun was suspicious: "Do you smell of someone else's perfume?"

Luo Minghan couldn't laugh or cry, "The smell of wine is terrible."

Miao Cun let out an "oh", and really backed away.

"Aunt Qian said, are you waiting for me?" Luo Minghan pulled his tie from his neck with one hand, forcefully suppressing his drunkenness with willpower.

"Ah."

"Let me think about it..." Luo Minghan's chaotic brain cleared the clouds and saw the sun, and his heart sank, but he didn't dare to show this sadness, so he asked calmly, "You want to move out?...Aren't you going to stay until the end of the winter vacation?"

Miao Cun couldn't understand his brain circuit: "No." From a long distance, he poked Luo Minghan with his finger in disgust, "Go take a shower first."

Luo Minghan walked upstairs obediently, but Aunt Qian hesitated to speak: "Hey hangover soup—"

"Don't drink anymore."

People who usually have to take a bath, drink porridge, and drink hangover soup and hangover medicine, took the shower as fast as possible today, and walked out of the bathroom with refreshing moisture, but saw Miao Cun waiting in his room, pointing at the carpet The boxes lined up on the table say, "Gifts."

His posture doesn't look like a gift, it's like a clearance sale, buy one get one free, don't miss it when you pass by.

Luo Minghan was stunned, his brain was working hard, and he looked down at the five boxes with logos on the ground.

Miao Cun said, "You tear it down."

Luo Minghan squatted down, like playing with a blind box.

Take one apart, a tie.

Take two apart, tie.

Split three, tie.

……

After dismantling five, he choked.Or a tie.

Miao Cun squatted opposite him and asked him, "Do you like this green one, or dark blue one, or twill one, or lake blue one, or this dark one."

Luo Minghan was so moved that he could barely speak, choked up a bit, and then said calmly, "I like them all."

Miao Cun: "No."

"why?"

"I can only like one, and the rest must be returned."

Luo Minghan: "..."

"It's very expensive and there is no tax refund."

Luo Minghan: "."

makes sense.

Randomly picked a dark green one.

Miao Cun pushed it to him.

Luo Minghan asked: "Shouldn't I say something?"

"Happy birthday."

Luo Minghan squatted halfway, staring at him for a long time, with an indescribable smile on his face, which was a happy one, but mixed with long-standing grievances and a sense of relief.

Miao Cun lowered his eyes: "I now know that that day is also your birthday, and I will send you a birthday card next year with French written on it."

"You won't."

"I went to a language school and in the first class I asked the teacher how to say 'Happy Birthday' in French."

Luo Minghan kept laughing, but his eyes were sore, he knelt on the carpet, leaned over and hugged Miao Cun.

Miao Cun could probably sense his emotional ups and downs, but it must have been the amplified effect of alcohol. People who drink alcohol are always prone to cry and laugh, and are very sensitive.However, giving gifts is also a happy thing, and Miao Cun experienced the indescribable happiness from it.

He pushed Luo Minghan away: "I lied to you, the rest is a New Year's gift, Happy New Year."

"Then aren't you bankrupt?" Luo Minghan was moved by his generosity, as if seeing a Pixiu spit out gold, it even made him feel the joy of being taken care of.

Miao Cun tilted his head: "Who said, I have money."

The next day, Luo Minghan wore that dark green tie to work, so he asked Lily first, "Do you think there is anything different about me today?"

Lily saw him from beginning to end: "The tie is beautiful."

Luo Minghan: "Tell the manpower to increase the dividend factor by 10% at the end of the year."

Lily: "!"

The Bodhisattva sprinkled gold!

He asked Laura again, "How do you feel about me today?"

Laura was puzzled: "That's it."

Lost the opportunity to gather wool.

The frequency of hanging out in the tea room has also increased, holding a coffee cup and talking with everyone about the weather, year-end vacation plans, and New Year's gifts, and asked casually: "Have you all received the New Year's gifts?"

"not yet."

Luo Minghan declared himself a unilateral victory: "I received it."

As expected, Lily thought about the boss all day long, coughed and said with a smile: "Is the tie today, the boss, a gift? Look at it, it's so aesthetically pleasing!"

Everyone suddenly realized that they were full of praise for a tie. If the designer himself was present, he would probably die of shame on the spot.Luo Minghan felt relieved, and said casually: "Actually, I received five." He lowered his eyes and curled his lips, showing off humbly: "Because he wants to be with me from Monday to Friday."

Everyone: "..."

In the following week, what happened one after another in the office every day was

"Morning Eric, the tie is beautiful."

"Good morning Mr. Luo, today's tie is nice."

"Morning, the new tie is nice."

...Later, the manpower found that our company's year-end coefficient had exceeded.

·

When you count the days, you will find that the days go by faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye, it will be the [-]th of the twelfth lunar month. After eating the Laba porridge and cleaning the house, we are looking forward to the good day of the New Year.

Luo Minghan was very quick to give the leave. Other companies followed the national regulations to work until the New Year's Eve, and their company approved the leave five days in advance.Instead of having to go to the company to order hair, the daily hours will be longer, painting with Miao Cun, driving him to the suburbs for horseback riding, and running to the top of the mountain to drink coffee and bask in the sun.

Miao Cun felt that Aunt Qian's information was wrong, because although the two slept in separate rooms, Luo Minghan had reasons to rely on him not to leave the bed every day, or to touch him in the middle of the night and hug her full. Waking up in the same bed every day.

After the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, Aunt Qian, Uncle Ze and the chef Lao Ai all went home on leave. Luo Minghan gave everyone red envelopes with a solemn heart, and each red envelope was signed with the name of the recipient.

Lao Ai finally took the opportunity to correct his mistakes, and said with a smile: "Mr. Luo, it's not this 'Ai', it's the rock's 'Yan'."

Luo Minghan asked: "Yan is polyphonic?"

"I don't know that either," Lao Yan said with a smile, "Our Dai people's surname is either Yan or Yu, both of which are ancient characters written as Yan and pronounced as 'Ai', hey," he suddenly remembered Miao Cun, " Mr. Miao Miao is also from the Dai nationality, so he should also have a Dai surname? Isn’t that Ai Cun?”

Luo Minghan froze for a moment, vaguely feeling that the name sounded familiar.

Miao Cun said flatly, "No, but the surname Ai is quite nice."

Luo Minghan came back to his senses: "That won't work, wouldn't that mean I can't call you Miaomiao?"

"Then it's called Cun Cun!" Lao Yan grinned, "Cun Cun sounds really nice too!"

But he has a heavy accent, and his flat-tongued pronunciation is very chaotic.

Luo Minghan's ecstasy was only fleeting. He smiled, and once again said a few New Year wishes and entrustments as an employer, and dismissed the three of them.

He had a dream at night.

The dream was so absurd and terrifying that he woke up in the middle of the night and hugged Miao Cun tightly. He had to confirm from the temperature and breath that Miao Cun was indeed in his arms.

Miao Cun is the real shallow sleeper, he woke up as soon as he was hugged hard, and asked confusedly: "Brother Luo?"

Luo Minghan let him rest his arm on the pillow, and the other arm hugged him heavily, kissing his ears and the side of his neck continuously, almost without any rules.

Miao Cun was woken up by him, and hesitantly asked: "What's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

"It's a strange dream," Luo Minghan didn't want to think about it, he didn't know whether to comfort him or himself, "It doesn't matter."

Only 5 minutes later, my heart was still cold in shock.

So after all, I couldn't help but said: "I dreamed just now... In fact, you have known Luo Yuanhe for a long time, but you regarded me as him. You went to France for him, and disappeared on his birthday because you were going to celebrate his birthday. I dreamed that you told me," his Adam's apple twitched, and the cold sweat on his back was restless and anxious, "every time you look at me, you are actually looking at Luo Yuanhe."

Miao Cun's heart was empty, his voice lost his composure, and he just forced a smile: "It's really a strange dream."

Thanks to the darkness of the night, his clumsy cover-up was not seen through.

Luo Minghan smiled self-deprecatingly: "Probably because of the few words that Lao Yan said during the day, it seems to be replaced by the surname of the Dai nationality. If the mandarin is not standard, Ai Cun becomes Ai Cen. Do you remember that I talked to you before?" As I said, Luo Yuanhe has a student named Ai Cen."

"Remember, you said he was a genius."

"Luo Yuanhe said it."

"But didn't Teacher Luo say that I am a mediocre talent who has no aura at all and is not suitable for learning painting at all?"

Luo Minghan's tense body relaxed after these words.Indeed, he showed Luo Yuanhe two paintings by Miao Cun. It is absolutely impossible for a teacher to fail to recognize the works of his students. The style of painting is as impossible to hide as handwriting, not to mention the overflowing talent and aura?

Miao Cun said casually: "If only your dreams were real, I really want to be a genius."

Luo Minghan's heart tightened: "...I don't want you to know Luo Yuanhe."

"Didn't you say that Mr. Luo is a nice person?" Miao Cun smiled silently: "You wanted to introduce me to him as a student before, but he refused."

"I'm afraid you'll like him."

Miao Cun didn't respond. After a long time, he put his palm against Luo Minghan's hand on his waist: "Go to sleep."

·

As soon as the domestic helper left, the huge villa was empty. Miao Cun thought Luo Minghan was a young master who couldn't take care of himself, but when he got up, he saw an authentic continental breakfast in the dining room.The sausages and eggs are well-fried, the toast is crispy, the bacon is very fragrant, the green broccoli is embellished just right, the milk pot contains oat milk, and the oatmeal is a mixture of various grains and dried fruits.

Miao Cun looked at him with strange eyes, thinking that Luo Minghan was an outsider and a middle-aged man. Until lunch and dinner, Luo Minghan restrained himself and showed his skills. The standard of high-end cuisine was close to that of high-end restaurants. A dish of iced blueberry foie gras directly calmed Miao Cun.

Foie gras is so delicious!

Admiration appeared in Miao Cun's eyes: "Brother Luo, you are amazing."

Luo Minghan wanted to laugh: "I earned [-] million this year, why didn't you say I'm amazing?"

Miao Cun was innocent like a child: "You are so smart, shouldn't you earn so much?"

Luo Minghan was speechless, and it seemed that this was the case, "Then do you think it's Luo Yuanhe who sells [-] million for a painting, or I who earn [-] million a year?"

"Teacher Luo is amazing."

Miao Cun answered without hesitation, "Because Mr. Luo's paintings will be a footnote to the heritage of human spiritual civilization. You are just exploited by financial capitalists. Marxism teaches us..."

Luo Minghan had a headache instantly: "Where are you taking the postgraduate entrance examination?"

Miao Cun smiled and bit his lower lip: "Well, I just think you live like a young master, you shouldn't be able to cook, or even use an oven."

Luo Minghan was not stingy: "My mother's cooking is unpalatable, my father is half-baked, and Luo Yuanhe is left with a disabled life. My family's improvement of food depends on eating out of restaurants and me."

Miao Cun: "How unpalatable this is."

After all the dishes and chopsticks were put into the dishwasher, Luo Minghan turned around and smiled at him, "You will know tomorrow."

"tomorrow……?"

"Come home with me for the New Year."