Please don't be so hard on me!

"Hui...go home for the New Year?" Miao Cun's eyes widened, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I'm inviting you to go home with me for the New Year."

"I don't want it." Miao Cun refused without thinking.

"why?"

"How can I meet your parents? Our relationship is just—"

"Ordinary friends." Luo Minghan smiled, "Why, what identity do you think you are? Your future partner? Why do you think of yourself so important?"

Miao Cun: "..."

"Don't think too much, the main reason is that you are alone, I know you are very independent, but think about it for me," Luo Minghan is well versed in words, "When I am reuniting with my family, when I think of you alone How can I be happy if I stay here?" Youyou said: "Although I'm not a good person, I'm not that bad, and I can't be indifferent to you celebrating the New Year alone."

Miao Cun could not refute.He was so afraid of causing trouble to others, the thought of making Luo Minghan feel sad for him when he toasted and changed his glasses, he felt indebted, as if he had done something wrong.

"You did it on purpose." He lowered his eyes, leaned against the dining table, and pinched the armrest of the chair unconsciously with his fingertips. "...You know I'm afraid of causing you trouble, so you always use me like this."

Luo Minghan chuckled, and looked at him tenderly from a distance: "What a clever little painter."

Miao Cun bit his lip and stared at him, seemed angry, but not that angry.

"Just one year, can't it?" Luo Minghan calmly retreated: "There is one and only New Year's Eve between us."

Although he already knew that Luo Yuanhe would not go home during the Chinese New Year and had academic activities, Miao Cun still asked again: "Ms. Luo... is he coming back too?"

"He's not coming back, he's busy."

Miao Cun turned around, the tension in his heart remained high: "I don't know how to get along with the elders, I don't know how to say auspicious words to make them like it,...should I prepare a gift?"

"Don't my aunt and uncle like you very much?"

"How? That's because they are..."

"Because you're just likable."

There was some warmth on his face, Miao Cun thought, this was most likely Luo Minghan's sweet words, but this was the only sentence that made him really at a loss.

He never thought of himself as a kid who could be liked, and hated was more or less the same.Every New Year's greeting is Miao Cong's stage. He has a sweet mouth and can act like a baby, and his grandma and aunt will look very happy when they look at him.Li Liping would push him and say loudly, "Oh, look at your child, why don't you even know how to call someone? I don't know how Yan'er taught you! Don't you like grandma? Mom, don't take it to heart. Go, this kid, he is afraid of strangers, and he doesn’t like to call me at home.”

Miao Cun tensed his body, "Then I'll go out and buy gifts now."

It's still early, it's only eight o'clock, and the mall will be open until late today.

He took off the down jacket and scarf from the coat rack, hurriedly said that he was going to leave, but Luo Minghan held him back dumbfounded.

"No, you don't need to send anything."

"How can I do that?" Miao Cun asked blankly, "Isn't that very rude?"

"You gave it away, but they thought you were going to be their daughter-in-law."

Miao Cun: "..."

·

Luo Minghan's parents' house is also a small western-style building, but of course it is not as spacious and grand as Luo Minghan's. It is a bit old, and there are vines and apricot trees planted in the yard for 20 years. , a border shepherd jumped out first.

"Lucky! No!"

Lucky is very smart, listened to what Luo Minghan said, obediently stopped, pouted and tilted his head to look at Miao Cun.

A voice full of energy like a bell came from behind the steps: "I came back very early! I thought you would arrive in the afternoon!"

Another female voice chased after him: "Slow down! Hold lucky, don't scare the guests!"

Miao Cun was suddenly so nervous that his soul went out of his body, and after seeing the flowers, he turned to Luo Minghan's parents.

Mother Luo is a housewife who taught in school when she was young. After she became pregnant with twins, she couldn't take it anymore, so she resigned from the establishment and devoted herself to raising her children. Father Luo is a senior engineer. Now he has retired and returned to work as a consultant, continuing to shine in the machinery industry.

Luo Minghan would go home two or three times a month, but he still had to go home for the Chinese New Year. He brought out a bunch of gift boxes from the back seat, including skin care products, bird’s nest, fish maw, ginseng, skin care products, and others. Mainly for the sake of his mother's favor.

This door is just an ordinary door, but Miao Cun must muster all his courage.

Because this is the home of Teacher Luo Yuanhe Luo, where he grew up and lived from childhood to adulthood.

Through the path paved with bricks and stones, through the manicured lawn, through the shadow of the apricot tree, Miao Cun walked into this door.

"I just had a video with He He, and I lost weight. I said that Western food is delicious, but it's definitely not enough to eat it all at once." Mother Luo and the eldest son chattered about the daily life. He laughed and said, "You don't know, Luo Minghan also has a younger brother who looks exactly the same, named Yuan He, who is a painter."

"He knows," Luo Minghan replied casually, "He worships it."

"Teacher Luo is very famous." After Miao Cun finished speaking, he felt that he had said something nonsense.

Mother Luo's smile is very gentle and humble, without that kind of domineering, even the crow's feet at the end of her eyes are full of kindness.Both her and Luo's father have outstanding temperament, but their looks are at best attractive, which shows that Luo Minghan and Luo Yuanhe have inherited the best genes.

The small western-style building is also arranged on three floors. Mother Luo was halfway through the preparations for the New Year's Eve dinner, and when it was in full swing, she went to work on her own after welcoming the guests, leaving Father Luo to entertain the guests.The way the older generation expresses their concern for the younger generation is to check their household registration.

"I hear your accent, and you are also a local? Where is your home?"

"West of the city."

The west of the city is a slum in the mouth of the local old aborigines, where people wait to be demolished to get rich as soon as they see the world, there are few hardworking people, and there are many small people who want to be comfortable, and outsiders are very good at judging people by their nostrils.

Father Luo: "Oh... the west of the city is good, the west of the city is good."

Ask again: "Did you go to college? What did you study?"

"Vocational school, animation design and production."

Father Luo, who had dealt with blueprints all his life and was not good at words, unscrewed the thermos tactically: "Vocational school is good, vocational school is good..."

Ask again: "If you don't go home for the New Year, won't your family miss you?"

It's hard to explain, Miao Cun can only say: "My mother left very early, my father remarried, and he lives with a new family."

Father Luo: "..."

CCTV broadcasted a public service announcement about the Chinese New Year reunion of left-behind children. Those who heard it wept and those who saw it were sad. Father Luo picked up the remote control and silently changed the channel.

The topic turned to Luo Minghan: "How did you meet Minghan? He is much older than you!"

Luo Minghan just came out after washing a plate of cherries, and he was unhappy when he heard the voice, cursing: "I'm only ten years old, why are there so many?"

Father Luo said leisurely, "What do you think? You're in college, and Miaomiao is just in primary school. Whenever I meet you on the road, I have to call you uncle."

Luo Minghan: "...don't force me to get angry when it's Chinese New Year."

Father Luo: "This Wangnian handover belongs to it."

Finally Miao Cun couldn't help but burst out laughing. Luo Minghan stuffed a red cherries into his mouth and said angrily, "Don't laugh!"

In case his father asked some wrong questions again, Luo Minghan forcibly took him away: "Take you around."

The second floor is the parents' bedroom and big study, and there is a square home garden with many ornamental leaves planted in it, and the third floor is where the two brothers live.

"My parents did it on purpose, just to monitor us. They skipped class and went clubbing at night. All in all, as long as they come home one night, they will definitely be caught."

"It's you, I don't believe Teacher Luo would skip class and go clubbing."

"Indeed," Luo Minghan said leisurely, "but every time I get into trouble at school, I will report Luo Yuanhe's name."

Miao Cun: "..."

"Not wearing a school uniform, arriving late and leaving early, jumping over the wall and skipping classes, being caught by the academic director in an Internet cafe, fighting, smoking, gathering people to gamble, I hid his student ID card and asked him to reissue it himself, every time I have to deduct points , I took out Luo Yuanhe's student card," Luo Minghan looked at him cynically, "Do you know who hates me the most?"

"Who?"

"Luo Yuanhe and his homeroom teacher, because of my existence, they lost advanced classes every week."

Miao Cun: "..."

As expected of you.

"Our class teacher turned a blind eye to me. At that time, the city's policy allowed me to take the college entrance examination early. I got a place in my second year of high school. I thought I would play the exam and try the water..."

"and then?"

"Then I went to Tsinghua University to go to school."

Miao Cun: "..."

Luo Minghan put him in his arms, lowered his eyes and said solemnly: "Don't think too much, it's okay to be stupid, I'm used to seeing smart people, you're stupid just right."

He was clearly making fun of people, but he couldn't help laughing in the second half of the speech, so he could only bury his face on Miao Cun's neck, his shoulders shaking from laughing.

Miao Cun bit his lips to suppress a smile, and coldly pushed him away: "Get lost."

Luo Minghan's room really doesn't look like a top student. There are all kinds of records, posters, basketballs, and there are six or seven Lego models. It can be seen that although Luo's father is not very rich, he is still willing to give up his children.

Miao Cun took out a thick photo album from the bookshelf, and flipped through the pages.Twins tend to become more and more different with the change of age and experience. A little living habit can make a huge difference, but Luo Yuanhe and Luo Minghan have grown up from childhood to adulthood.

As Miao Cun watched, it was difficult to tell which one was Luo Yuanhe.

Luo Minghan hugged him from behind and watched with him: "Guess, which one is me."

"This is Teacher Luo."

It's very strange, because normal people tend to talk about the parties present first, but Miao Cun's statement seems to mean that he wants to identify Luo Yuanhe first.

And he was right.

Luo Yuanhe was calm, while Luo Minghan's eyebrows were fierce.Luo Yuanhe is always looking at the camera, his facial features seem to be smiling lightly without mobilizing his facial features, while Luo Minghan is always looking up at the photographer with his hands in his pockets and his head slightly tilted, showing impatience.

Luo Minghan also bullied his younger brother in the photos, either for his rabbit ears, or lying on top of him until he almost fell down, or he shot a basketball at the moment he pressed the shutter, leaving behind a pile of rubbish film.Miao Cun laughed when he saw it, and sat on the ground, lingering carefully one by one: "You two have such a good relationship."

"It's okay. From childhood to adulthood, he stabbed my basketball, and I hid his white paint."

Miao Cun was stunned: "...What? You actually hid his white paint?"

The sense of substitution is too strong and it has already begun to get angry!

"Throw his pencil."

"..."

"Hide the fifty sketches he drew overnight."

Miao Cun closed the album with a snap, and said coldly, "You can live to this day, thanks to Teacher Luo for not killing you."

Luo Minghan squatted down on him, put his hands on his knees and said helplessly: "Please, when he threw away my Olympiad training camp question book and changed my physics competition questions so that I couldn't figure it out all night, I was very tolerant to him. "

Miao Cun snorted, and pulled back: "That's Teacher Luo's last resort to revenge, not his intention."

Luo Minghan: "Okay, then when he comes back, I will hold your hand and come to him, thank him for not killing me, so that I have the opportunity to know you."

Miao Cun's heart tightened: "No."

If there is a day, he will put aside Luo Minghan's hand without hesitation and tell Luo Yuanhe that he has never known this person before.

Luo Minghan smiled, but the intimacy just now has faded helplessly, he has no money here: "Don't take it seriously, it's just a joke, I don't want to talk to you for so long."

He has long forgotten the Haikou he boasted about, and the time limit for appreciating Miao Cun is only half a year.Now half a year has passed, and he is pitifully lingering on his last breath.

The eyes met, the room was quiet, and the sound of the TV downstairs came. Luo Minghan stroked his cheek: "When I was in high school, I envied that others could secretly bring their girlfriend home, and do homework together at home. Take a kiss."

Miao Cun turned his face slightly, closed his eyes, and accepted his kiss.

The footsteps at the door stopped suddenly, took two steps back like a cat, and left with a serious expression on his face.

Luo's father was watching TV well, when suddenly Luo's mother grabbed his shoulder and shook violently: "It's over, it's over, it's over, Luo Minghan committed evil, such a small child has been harmed!"

Father Luo spat out a mouthful of tea.

The upstairs kissed without realizing it.

Miao was absent-minded, kissed her and asked, "Can I see Teacher Luo's room?"

Luo Yuanhe's room is completely different, only full of picture albums, painting materials, and reference books, all hanging on the walls and bookshelves are his studies from his student days.

"A self-portrait of him when he was 12 years old."

"It's very classical." Miao Cun looked closer, "It's very quiet, full of order and brightness. When Mr. Luo was 12 years old, he knew where he was going and what kind of person he was going to be."

"Drawing when I was 14 years old, the steps of my grandmother's house in winter."

Miao Cun looked up for a long time, "At that time, it was already a textbook level of light and shade, he must like it very much. I guess," he looked at the painting with a smile overflowing from his eyes, "When you are chatting, he Maybe he’s just basking in the sun with his head propped up, and the grains beside him, he thinks this afternoon is peaceful and boring, only the shouting of shopkeepers in the distance can be heard under the sun.”

There are still many paintings left. Luo Minghan doesn't pay much attention to anything, but he remembers clearly what year his younger brother's paintings were made.But he suddenly didn't want to introduce any more.

Although he didn't introduce any more, Miao Cun didn't realize it. He continued to read, through these brush strokes, through the brightness and darkness of the light, the distance and nearness of the perspective, the coldness and warmth of the color, and piece by piece in his imagination. Think of Luo Yuanhe's past.

When it came to No. 18's painting, his heart suddenly stopped from that kind of longing, and turned into a stability that only he knew at the moment.

Because from this year on, he walked into Luo Yuanhe's life, and Luo Yuanhe walked into his life.

Luo Minghan was quiet for 10 minutes, but Miao Cun never noticed, let alone minded.In the space of Luo Yuanhe's breath, he seemed to have completely forgotten the existence of Luo Minghan.

That dream, every time he thought about it, would make his mind suddenly empty.

Luo Minghan coughed to cover up, and urged him urgently: "Have you seen enough? It's time to go down."

Miao Cun came back to his senses, "So fast?"

He was very reluctant and wanted to touch the photos and trophies of Mr. Luo when he was a student.

Luo Minghan stared at him, the initial pleasure in his tone had lost: "You seem to know him very well."

It's not understanding, it's "knowing".

He is jealous.

Jealous of Miao Cun's lack of interest in his physics competition and mathematics competition, his absent-mindedness in his high school's provincial basketball league, and his indifference to whether he liked anyone in high school or whether he was anxious about his sexual orientation.He just walked into his room, like visiting a boring cultural and historical museum, and walked out boringly.

But he "understands" Luo Yuanhe so well, understands his state of mind when he was 12 years old, and knows that when he was 14 years old in the afternoon at his grandmother's house, he took everything about him so seriously, and cherished and warmed every look like the last one.

He was crazy with jealousy, and he was so overwhelmed that he almost drowned the oxygen in his heart.

Miao Cun lowered his eyes concealingly: "You think highly of me, how can mortals understand geniuses? He is the moon hanging in the sky, and I am a stone illuminated by the moonlight on the road. If I make something that makes you feel The rare light is just the reflection of the moonlight." He smiled, "Brother Luo, because you don't know how to paint, you feel that there seems to be some common language between Mr. Luo and me. In fact, those are all hidden in the style. Here, it’s easy to guess, I can even tell him what books he read that year and which painter he likes.”

This did not comfort Luo Minghan.He pressed Miao Cun into his arms hard, and made a not-so-bright joke: "Fortunately, you didn't meet Luo Yuanhe first. If you met him first, you probably wouldn't see me in your eyes."

Miao Cun was silent.He is really not good at words, and he can't say things against his will with ease.

Luo Minghan laughed dryly: "Speak,...why didn't you refute me?"

"Because the question is boring."

·

After Luo's mother prepared the dishes and made some fried dishes, she started to make dumplings and called Luo Minghan to go downstairs to cook.

The room was well heated, and Luo Minghan only wore a close-fitting black cashmere sweater with the sleeves rolled up. He was supposed to be a stern image signing documents in the office, but now he took the spoon.

Miao Cun was already very disturbed when he came to be a guest, so he sat down at the dining table, washed his hands clean, and wanted to help make dumplings, but Mother Luo turned pale with fright: "Don't, don't, just sit, just sit. "

Luo Minghan came out to open the refrigerator, glanced at his mother, and frowned: "You put on makeup? It's thickened."

Mother Luo: "!"

Touched his face, "Where? Really?"

Luo Minghan: "The one who lied to you just now is really rubbed with flour."

Mother Luo picked up something and was about to beat her. Thinking of Miao Cun's existence, she smiled softly and said, "Is he bad? Don't spoil him," gritted her teeth and forced a smile, "Slap me if you want, You only have a long memory when you hit it."

Miao Cun: "...Auntie, we don't meet often...Brother Luo takes good care of me."

Luo's mother: "How can we not meet each other? No way! Do you live far away? Oh, you are still in school, are you in the university town? It will be convenient for Minghan to move to Yuanhe's place!"

...There seems to be something wrong with the topic.

The range hood was very loud, and Luo Minghan didn't hear what his mother was saying for a while.

Miao Cun was so embarrassed that he was at a loss. The more Mother Luo looked at him, the more she liked him. He was so beautiful and temperamental, his eyes were so clear, and his hands and fingers were like onions.When Luo Minghan came out to her, he almost frightened her and passed away on the spot. After rescuing her, he began to read information, read forums and Weibo, and even downloaded an exclusive dating social app that is widely loved by gays. , She registered an account with Luo Minghan's photo, and received [-] private messages that night: "Are you there? I really want to talk to you"... Scared that Luo's mother almost died on the spot.

From then on, whether Luo Minghan could seriously find someone to start a family and settle down became her concern.

She didn't want to see AIDS blocking medicine in Luo Minghan's drawer one day!

Miao Cun is so good, he looks like a well-behaved and beautiful boy!Luo Minghan abducted such a child and came back. It was a bit of a crime, but everyone was happy, and it was worth setting off firecrackers to celebrate!

"You're so young, have you ever dated someone before?" To be conservative, Mother Luo asked tactfully.

Miao Cun: "Not yet."

Oops, with such a comparison, Luo Minghan is a bit "flirty"!

Mother Luo took her time and said tactically: "Our Minghan, once we entered college, we only thought about making money, and we talked about love, but they were not serious. He is very playful, which is rare. Think about it."

Miao Cun held the dumpling wrapper, and began to pretend to be stupid, "Well...Brother Luo is indeed very young and promising."

Mother Luo smiled happily, and continued to insinuate: "I heard from your uncle just now that your parents are divorced? Does your father control you strictly?"

"...not too strict."

"That's great, being as enlightened as we are, that's the best, don't you think?"

Miao Cun: "...Is... right?"

He looked up at Luo Minghan's back resentfully.

Your mother's conversations are getting more and more strange, and she is almost overwhelmed!

Mother Luo took his hand, she was gentle, kind and warm, revealing infinite satisfaction: "Let Auntie see you."

Miao Cun: "..."

Sweat began to break down my spine.

"How did you meet Minghan? Tell Auntie, okay?"

"I was being bullied. He passed by and helped me."

Luo's mother knew her eldest son well, what was going well was clearly just to make him look good!

"Minghan looks dishonest, but he still has a sense of justice. He even saved a drowning child before."

Miao Cun maintained a cute smirk, wailed in his heart, and tried to muster up the courage to pretend to be understated, decently, and naturally disentangle the relationship between him and Luo Minghan, but Luo's mother pushed a red velvet that had been prepared aside for a long time. Jewelry Box.

"I prepared this for the two brothers, one for each of them. Originally, it was said that it would be given to the future daughter-in-law on the day of their visit..."

Miao Cun: "! Not Auntie, you..."

Luo Minghan came out with a plate of dishes, and by mistake, he realized that his mother had put a bracelet worth more than [-] yuan on his wrist!