Please don't be so hard on me!

The high fever is easy to subside. After taking the antipyretic medicine, it will be cured after a night of sleep, but the injury is difficult to heal. It takes medicine three times a day.The nurse gave up two choices, one, the family members to go, and two, specially invite the nurses in the hospital to go.Miao Cun covered his face: "Can't I do it myself..."

"No." Dr. Yu just came here on a round of rounds, with a half-smile: "Do you have any misunderstandings about your handling methods?"

Seeing Luo Minghan who hadn't changed his clothes, he asked in surprise, "The bed you're staying with at night?"

Although the senior ward of their hospital has a special escort cot and washroom, which can be used for simple cleaning and washing, but the conditions are of course not comparable to those at home, not to mention that it is the New Year's Eve, and Luo Minghan is too late to socialize. The hospital stays with me all night.

Luo Minghan was on fire, and there was no place to shave his green beard, so he coldly told Yu to shut up.

"I said..." Dr. Yu leaned over to Miao Cun: "Does he usually treat you like this?"

"No."

"Listen to me, you can't have this kind of bad-tempered man."

Miao Cun: "..."

The surname Yu took out a stethoscope: "Come on, let my brother listen to whether your brain, heart and lungs are burned out."

The stethoscope moved a few places around his heart and lungs, Luo Minghan: "Can you not take advantage of this opportunity?"

After listening to the sound, Dr. Yu slowly put away the stethoscope: "Can you attack indiscriminately because of your possessiveness?" He turned his head and explained a few words to the interns following him.Compared with the surgeries performed on patients in other wards, Miao Cun's is hardly considered a disease. The interns were all in a daze, thinking that when there was inflammation and swelling in that place, the director would have to come to patrol the ward?

"Keep taboo until the injury recovers. I'll prescribe two more bottles of glucose for you to supplement your physical strength. Let's arrange for a nurse to take the medicine." The surname Yu patted Luo Minghan's chest, "It's okay, this person can afford it."

After reading all the interactions, Miao Cun confirmed that the doctor and Luo Minghan were old friends, and Luo Minghan probably did not hide his relationship with him.This illness is already embarrassing, and he is still a person who knows the inside story... No matter how unreasonable Miao Cun is, he still has this bit of shame. Luo Minghan's body.

After glaring at him fiercely, he pulled the quilt over his face and said in a low voice, "Go, I don't want to see you now."

The nurse knocked on the door and pushed forward: "Is it Mr. Miao Cun? I'll give you medicine."

Miao Cun was embarrassed again.

How come so fast!

The person on the hospital bed did not respond, and the nurse looked at another living person in the room for help.The living person said helplessly, "Miao Cun, get up and take the medicine."

Miao Cun thumped out of bed under the quilt, and sat up slowly.

"You lie down." The nurse is a kind-hearted aunt, who enthusiastically taught him, "Don't sit, how can I fuck you while sitting?"

Hearing these words, the beautiful Mr. Patient blushed slowly.

Biting his lips and glaring at Luo Minghan, he ordered with a sullen and drawling tone: "Go-go-!"

Luo Minghan wanted to laugh but didn't dare, he raised his hands: "Okay, okay, I'm going out now, you obediently take the medicine."

The door was closed, and a figure was reflected in the frosted glass.

Miao Cun lay on the pillow and said angrily, "Stay away!"

The auntie nurse chuckled: "You, you should let him watch here, just like when we women give birth, the husband has to accompany the delivery in the delivery room. If you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't know how painful your sin is!"

Miao Cun: "..."

What's going on, does the whole world understand homosexuality well? !

"Ah, you're hurt, tsk tsk," the nurse said, "Auntie, I've seen the world too, you... your husband does have something."

Miao Cun: "..."

Her ears were already red, and she urged her with patience and good temper: "...otherwise, can you hurry up?"

"It hurts a bit," the nurse put on sterile rubber gloves, and squeezed out the ointment on his finger: "You have to bear with it—"

Luo Minghan heard a scream ten steps away, causing all the moving creatures in the corridor to stop at the same time, and then looked suspiciously at the source of the sound: Murder?

Luo Minghan rushed to the door, and when he opened the door, he saw Miao Cunzheng rubbing his stomach into the bed, wiping his tears with the cuff of his hospital gown with tears in his eyes, and the nurse explained without embarrassment: "I told you it would hurt... "

Miao Cun complained loudly, crying: "It hurts too much!"

Luo Minghan glared at the culprit angrily, scared Auntie Ren back a step, and said with a smile: "The spoiled ones can't bear this hardship, just get used to it, just get used to it... I'll come back in five hours."

The aluminum alloy door slammed shut in a hurry, and Miao Cun lay on the pillow and didn't move for a long time.Luo Minghan tentatively called him and approached slowly.Miao Cun still didn't respond, he could only sit down on the edge of the bed, stroked Miao Cun's head: "Are you crying?"

At this moment, Miao Cun turned his face away, tears and the tip of his nose flushed, and said aggressively: "Yes!"

Luo Minghan: "..."

Because the other party admitted it too readily, and didn't know what to say for a while.

...and even a little bit of a laugh.

"It hurts so much...?" He asked solemnly, hesitantly, and distressed.

Miao Cun was too lazy to open his mouth, but just leaned his face on his folded arms, tears streaming down his face, a new line was formed in the blink of his eyes, and soon wet the pillow towel under his temples, the flow was unbearable, and his face was pale. He sniffed fiercely with an expression, and wiped away at the end of his eyes with the blue and white striped cuff.

Luo Minghan's heart is like the piece of dry bread in Baolu Dali, a dessert in Banna. It has been soaked in coconut milk, softened and rotten, and then poked into pieces by a spoon, but every piece is soaked in sweetness.

He took out a tissue and gently placed it under Miao Cun's eyes, and changed it when he became dizzy. After a moment of silence, he said four clumsy words: "It's my fault."

It was fine if he didn't say these words, but once he said it, with comfort and self-blame, Miao Cun couldn't hold back, and suddenly cried loudly, like a child.He didn't know why, he didn't know why he was so comforted and cared by others, but the grievances increased.

Luo Minghan was caught off guard by the crying, and panicked all of a sudden, trying to hug him in a hurry, while Miao Cun frowned and closed his eyes, crying even worse.It was only then that Luo Minghan realized that he probably made him hurt even more, and his movements could be an order of magnitude gentler.After finally holding him into his arms, he seemed to have nothing else to do but kiss his hair: "It's all my fault, it's my bastard bastard, don't cry, okay? I'll let you beat me up." Dumbfoundingly, he said, "Honey, you cry like you haven't cried in the past 20 years."

Miao Cun hooked his neck, buried his face on the side of his neck, tears flowed down, and wet Luo Minghan's shirt that he hadn't changed overnight.

He just felt the pain, how could his aunt be so rude, how could Luo Minghan let him go before, and why he had to suffer like this.These little sins he used to swallow without batting an eye because they didn't even count as troubles in his life.

But now, these "feelings" are intertwined into unspeakable and unreasonable grievances, which made him cry so willfully and confidently for the first time.

There is a mother coaxing the children in the corridor: "Listen, which brother is this crying? The baby is the bravest. He doesn't even frown when he gets an injection. The baby is awesome!"

The child said: "This brother is ashamed!"

Luo Minghan obviously stopped when he heard Miao Cun's sobbing, he laughed uncontrollably, and coaxed softly, "Just cry, cry louder for them to hear."

Miao Cun: "..."

Bite your mouth and stop crying.

Luo Minghan wiped the moisture from his eyes, and sighed: "If it really hurts so much, Plato should be Plato."

With suspicion in his eyes, Miao Cun asked in a nasal voice, "Really?"

Luo Minghan solemnly promised: "Really."

But the man's promise seems to be of no use.

After staying in the hospital for two days, he was replaced by a younger nurse who was chosen by Luo Minghan himself.It is true that Miao Cun has never cried again. Luo Minghan was afraid that he would cry, so he did not dare to stand far away. He always listened intently through the door when he was applying the medicine. , Miao Cun often sweats when he takes the medicine, and his palms sweat when he doesn't do this shit.

On the third day, I checked again, and Dr. Yu couldn't bear to chase him away: "When it's almost done, I'll take it home to feel sorry for you! Don't you know how scarce the ward's resources are!"

Of course, Luo Minghan couldn't bring him back to his parents' house, so he could only bring him back to his villa.Aunt Qian and the others were still on the Spring Festival holiday, so Luo Minghan had no choice but to take care of three meals a day himself.

Once it started to heal, the injury healed quickly. Because of this injury, Miao Cun could not sit or stand for a long time, so he experienced the longest period of time in his life that he could not draw and was upset every day.The French school he is going to apply to has very high requirements for portfolios, and he is very partial to modern genres. Miao Cun is better at classical works. For this reason, he has to devote himself to re-preparing enough modernist works, and there are also winter vacation assignments left by various professors. , I was very anxious for a while, and lost my temper with Luo Minghan every day, but Luo Minghan was very patient.

As a matter of course, the heavy responsibility of Miao Cun's medicine also fell on him.

Miao Cun was unwilling at all, and dawdled for a long time when taking the medicine for the first time, covering his head with a pillow.Unexpectedly, Luo Minghan was much more careful than those nurses. Although there were thin calluses on his fingertips, he was pampered after all. His fingers were long and slender, and the phalanx and joints did not have any gross deformation.

After sex, pat Miao Cun across the pillow, "Do you want to suffocate yourself?"

Miao Cun let go of the pillow, raised his face with disheveled hair, and asked incredulously, "Is it alright?"

"if not?"

"You are experienced."

"the first time."

Miao Cun didn't believe it, Luo Minghan could only seriously explain: "It's the first time to hurt someone, so it's also the first time to take medicine."

Miao Cun stroked this sentence for a while, and his face turned into anger: "Why am I the only one so unlucky!"

Luo Minghan threw the medicine tube into the bedside table tray, "Want to hear the truth?—"

"Do not listen--"

"It's been too long."

Miao Cun opened his lips, but fortunately his face was not so red under the night light, he lowered his face and said in a low voice, "...No one told you to hold back."

On the contrary, Luo Minghan was very surprised, and remained silent for a moment: "I always thought you were unwilling."

"No."

But it's not willing, in short, you can have it or not, and you won't ask for it, but you don't mind.He didn't even know that Luo Minghan had endured it for so long.He also thought that Luo Minghan had escaped from the vulgar interests just like him.

"understood."

understand what?Miao Cun thought in a daze.

He will know in two days.The coolness of the ointment was replaced by another scorching and smooth touch. Miao Cun's eyes widened, and he didn't dare to think or believe for a while——

What are Luo and Luo Minghan doing? !

The sound of water and sucking sounded in the quiet night, Miao Cun's mind went blank, and his Adam's apple kept rolling.

The pleasure of being tenderly cared for mucous membranes is really not something humans can refuse.

He closed his eyes under the soft dim light of the night lamp, and leaned back his neck.Luo Minghan leaned on his shoulder and asked, "Is the injury healed?" in a calm, leisurely tone.

"..."

Miao Cun didn't answer for a while, and when he half turned his face, he was lost in his dark eyes for a moment, and his eyes moved to his lips uncontrollably.

Because of the continuous teasing and sucking of kisses, Luo Minghan's lips turned red and suspiciously moist.

Luo Minghan kissed the side of his face, and returned the water marks on his lips to him.

In Miao Cun's trance, he began to follow the doctor's advice, and took the medicine on the ground, but changed to a different kind of medicine, which was not an ointment but a gel, which turned into a puddle of warm water on his fingertips.

Miao Cun snorted and frowned in pain.

"Just take the medicine, don't..." He snorted in a strange way, and barely finished his stern warning, "Don't touch your hands."

The poor little patient thought that the medicine was still applied, the wound was still moisturized, and the scab was still itching.

Luo Minghan smiled silently, pressed his free hand over his head, and then kissed the tip of his nose: "Does it still hurt?"

Miao Cun replied obediently: "It doesn't hurt anymore," or said awkwardly: "...can you be more serious?"

"How serious?" Luo Minghan asked innocently, pretending not to understand.

Miao Cun asked, "Aren't you watching?"

"If you want, I can look at it." Luo Minghan said so, but he didn't change his position. Instead, he rubbed his soft earlobe, "I've been on the medicine for so many days, does it still hurt?"

"It didn't hurt yesterday, but it hurt a little today." Miao Cun replied after feeling it seriously, and felt that Luo Minghan's medicine had been pushed too deeply, "Did you remember the wound wrong?"

Luo Minghan stared at him deeply, with inexplicable thick clouds billowing in his eyes, and his voice became hoarse: "...Then let me see?"

"Ah."

It's out of control.

Miao Cun bit the bed sheet, bit Luo Minghan's hand, scolded him for being dishonest with red eyes.

"Didn't you say hello to Plato!"

Treacherous man!

Luo Minghan coaxed him, half-truthfully lying to the child: "Plato has also gone back to sleep."

Miao Cun said, "The wound is broken again! It's bleeding!"

The wound he recovered with great difficulty must have opened again!Otherwise there will be no bleeding!

Luo Minghan wiped it, and this time he was silent for a long time, and his body also froze, which actually tortured Miao Cun terribly.After waiting for a long time, he called him a beast, but he heard Luo Minghan say, "It's not blood."

It's not blood, what is that?

Luo Minghan didn't reply to him.Miao Cun also slowly realized that it wasn't blood, otherwise he would have died of pain.But instead of being in pain, he still... um.

No matter how stupid a person is, he should understand. Miao Cun was deeply ashamed, even ashamed and angry. Luo Minghan whispered into his ear, and taught him a simple thing: "Baby, this is your talent, it's better than drawing. .”

But this talent seems to be contradictory to painting, because after he finished using this talent, the symptoms of restless sitting and sleeping became worse the next day. He couldn't draw anymore, and he was upset after just two strokes , When I saw the cushion on the stool, I became angry.

As a capitalist, Luo Minghan is very good at turning black and white.

"You made me take the medicine yourself."

"I……"

"Didn't I ask if you were injured?"

"..."

"You said it didn't hurt."

"..."

"Didn't you personally invite me to take a look?"

Miao Cun grabbed a brush and threw it at him: "Go to hell!"

Luo Minghan couldn't dodge in time, and the white shirt made him colorful all over his body. The funny thing was that he didn't want to throw it away, washed it symbolically, and hung it up in the closet.

·

After going to work, he knew that there were fewer Spring Festival holidays, and when the student party could lazily spend another week, Luo Minghan was already going to the company to start work.

They resumed work on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year. As the only senior partner in China, the first day of the new year is always very busy. Concerned about the progress of the supervision of various internal projects, foreign affairs and internal affairs were fully accounted for on this day.

On such an important day, he must dress expensively and decently. Miao Cun was still asleep, and he was taken out of the bed by him, and he stuffed a tie in his hand involuntarily.

Miao Cun: "?"

"Help me tie a tie." Luo Minghan said naturally, hinting at him, "Don't you think this tie looks familiar?"

Miao remembered in a state of distress: "I gave it to you?"

"Ah."

"I do not know."

Luo Minghan: "It's very simple, just like the red scarf."

Miao Cun was suspicious of this sentence, but Luo Minghan pretended not to let him go back to sleep, so he covered his mouth and yawned a little, and tied the dark red satin tie around his neck After going around in a circle, he tied a knot in the way of a red scarf.

The red scarf is hard for him too, okay? Miao Cun tried twice before he managed to look like this, and said foolishly, "I was like this when I was in school."

Luo Minghan opened his eyes and said nonsense: "What a skillful hand."

Miao Cun: "Don't think I can't hear you."

Luo Minghan kissed him, "Tell Lao Yan what you want to eat tonight, I have a social event today, and I will come back to accompany you later."

Miao Cun automatically got under the covers, talking nonsense sleepily: "Do you have separation anxiety?"

Luo Minghan returned to the cloakroom, looked at his poor crooked tie in front of the full-length mirror and sighed, but when he untied it, he smiled inexplicably with a downcast face, and skillfully tied a full business knot.

I don't know what to do with this toss.

Miao Cun slept until ten o'clock, and began to concentrate on painting all day.Luo Yuanhe was very concerned about the progress of his preparations, and Miao Cun asked him if he was unsure.The reason why he didn't apply for Luo Yuanhe's studio when he made an exception was because he was better at and liked classics, while Luo Yuanhe was modern.Both master and apprentice knew this well, Luo Yuanhe gave him full freedom and only let him explore slowly.

Miao Cun understands that no painter's genre is static, and moving from classical to modern is a more classic path. Therefore, Miao Cun feels a little pity that he has to switch to modernism when he goes to France, and he is looking forward to it after hard work.

In fact, if Luo Yuanhe didn't go to France to paint, Miao Cun would have considered going to Russia, which is a prerequisite for aesthetics. After that, he first tried Luo Minghan's Russian-style portrait.

Miao Cun didn't know if his painting was good or not, so he didn't dare to show it to Luo Yuanhe. He hesitated for a long time, took advantage of Luo Minghan's absence today, took it out for high-precision scanning, and sent it to the director professor of the Classical and Realism Studio.

"Mr. Xin, what do you think?"

"The artistic conception is deep, the technique is solid, profound and simple - you are so good at Russian classical paintings, does Luo Yuanhe know?"

Professor Xin is not only the director of the studio, but also the deputy director of the oil painting department, and the deputy dean of the academy. He has senior qualifications and high status, and Luo Yuanhe should pay him three respects.

Miao Cunke was shocked: "Teacher, you must not tell Teacher Luo."

"Oh? I saw you painted him, and thought you had discussed it with him." Professor Xin smiled on the phone: "Okay, I won't tell him, lest he say you betrayed the teacher."

Miao Cun: "...I will not betray Mr. Luo." He said unconvinced: "Ms. Luo is not so stingy, he didn't even ask me to vote for the fourth studio..."

Professor Xin burst into laughter: "Okay, okay, I know you are Luo Yuanhe's little genius, and you are going to France soon, but Miao Cun." He paused, restrained his joke, and said with some emotion: "If you want , I wish I could send you to Russia tomorrow."

"Does the teacher think that I draw well?"

"I don't need to tell you whether you paint well or not. Your historical status will tell you in the future." He is an artist of the old school, who is at the age of retiring and rehiring. He sighed lightly and said, "I just feel sorry for another Talent has moved from classical to modern."

Aside from those national treasure-level old antiques, it is an indisputable fact that modernism is more sought after commercially. For a person like him who has dealt with classics all his life, he cannot but feel sorry for it.

Miao Cun hung up the phone, stared blankly in the car holding the oil painting, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that this painting was well drawn, and even Professor Xin recognized it, so it was qualified to leave it to Luo Minghan.As for the classical school or the modern school, what does it matter?The beliefs and concepts that Luo Yuanhe entrusted to him in art are far more profound than these distinct techniques and styles. He will always follow Mr. Luo.

When I got home, I hung the oil painting safely on the wall again. When the lights were turned on, I always felt that it was more pleasing to the eye than before.

It is too tiring to paint such a painting. This is probably the only Russian classical oil painting he had in the first half of his life.

When Luo Minghan came back, Miao Cun had just finished washing his brushes, and even called Luo Yuanhe on the phone—hidden from the helpers at home, quietly.

Every time I see Miao Cun preparing materials for studying abroad, I feel that the day when he leaves me is one step closer.

Luo Minghan understands that he has no right to prevent him from going to France to pursue his dream and seek the protection of well-meaning relatives, so as to change to another and better life.He convinced himself, and even took the initiative to ask: "Studying in Europe is very expensive. Does your family support you? There is also an application for studying abroad. Have you found an agency to help you with it?"

"I asked someone to write the document for me. It mainly depends on the portfolio. If it's money..." Miao Cun thought of the 20 yuan, plus the current balance in his card, and said cautiously: "I drew those two paintings for you before. In the past, work-study programs should be enough.”

Luo Minghan was in a complicated mood, but he still didn't give up and asked meaninglessly: "Is it possible not to go abroad?"

"impossible."

Luo Minghan's smile was forced. Under the light, his face was pale, and he looked even more tired from the high-intensity entertainment and mediation throughout the day.

Miao Cun asked him to look at the portrait: "Luo Minghan, I'm gone, it will accompany you, look at it, and you won't miss me anymore, because art always drifts away from life. High altitude, and then enter your life dream deeply in another way.”