Please don't be so hard on me!

Luo Yuanhe left in June last year, and according to the original plan, he should be back by the end of this semester.After that, there are different opinions among the students. Some say that the school is not willing to let people go again, and some say that it will be the Sino-French cultural exchange year soon, and Luo Yuanhe will have to return to France. But regarding his upcoming marriage, people who gossip But very few.

In fact, as long as you ask by the way when you call, and then give your blessings, it's not a big deal.But Miao Cun knew he couldn't do it.

He can't ask questions casually, nor can he be so generous and seamless, as long as he speaks, the nervous, difficult and uneasy mood will make Miao Cun reveal his secrets for a second.Rather than being uncomfortable, he was more afraid that Mr. Luo would see through his evil intentions, and would avoid him from then on.Then even the wish of painting with him for a lifetime can't be satisfied, can't it?

"Little Xiannan, aren't you going to France next semester? Are you going to be with Professor Luo?" The senior sister came to him to inquire about the news, "Did he say whether he will return to school or stay in France next year?"

Miao Cun's admission notice has come down without any accidents.Although it was another exceptional operation by the highest institution of higher learning, the tutors in the courtyard were also very calm about it. When they saw Miao Cun, they would just say congratulations lightly, as if it was not news.

"I don't know," Miao Cun smiled, "France, isn't his fiancee over there?"

Originally, the senior just wanted to find out what was going on, but she didn't expect to get an explosive news-"What? What? Luo Yuanhe is engaged?! Has a girlfriend?! When did it happen?!"

She was so excited that her nails were almost pinching into Miao Cun's arm. Miao Cun endured the pain and asked helplessly, "As for it, you should have known this kind of news for a long time."

"I know a ghost!" The senior sister covered her lips, her eyes were moist, "Damn it, I still want to be a male god graduate student..."

Miao Cun didn't expect anyone to be sadder than him, so he comforted her instead: "It's okay, marriage is marriage, taking graduate students is taking graduate students, painting is painting painting."

Senior sister hates iron but not steel: "You don't understand the pain of ordinary people."

Miao Cun pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and flapped his long eyelashes like a butterfly: "...I understand."

His autism has long since healed, and he is not a monster who doesn't understand anything.

"Then you must have seen his girlfriend!" The senior sister was still pinching him, "Quickly tell me! Do you look as good-looking as me?"

Miao Cun looked it over and gave the answer seriously: "Yes."

The senior sister choked for a moment: "Mr. Luo is also an ordinary person, he just likes beautiful ones, hum."

Miao Cun couldn't help laughing, his heart was sour, but he still proved for Luo Yuanhe: "No, Teacher Luo's girlfriend is not only beautiful, but also has a good temperament and conversation. She works in the Louvre and can switch between five languages ​​fluently."

The senior sister looked even more deeply shocked, muttering: "At least he will find someone who can draw..."

Beside Luo Yuanhe, besides himself, there should be no one who is better at painting than Miao Cun.Holding the spine of the book, Miao Cun replied in a very soft voice: "Mr. Luo is already so good at drawing, why would he like someone else who can draw?... No matter how good the painting is, in the eyes of Mr. Luo It's very common."

The news that Professor Luo had a fiancée spread like wildfire in the oil painting department, and soon spread to other departments, and then the whole academy of fine arts talked about it with gusto.The professor, who didn't know where he was, wanted to get news from the students' chats and forums between classes, "What? Luo Yuanhe is getting married? Will the wedding be held in France, or will it be held in China?"

Miao Cun only knows how to immerse himself in painting every day, and keeps all these voices out of his own small world for self-preservation.

But when I go home at night, I still meet Luo Minghan talking with his brother on the phone.

Luo Minghan stuck his cell phone to his face, holding a watering can with the other hand to water the flowers, with a careless gesture and a rambling voice.

"The guest list is sure to be selected, don't you need me to look it up for you?"

The opposite party probably didn't answer, Luo Minghan smiled, "That's fine." From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Miao Cun who walked in from the entrance, his lips curled up, and his eyes were as dark as dark.He put down the watering can, returned to the living room, sat down on the sofa, took Miao Cun's hand, and asked him to sit in his arms.

Ask the person opposite: "Where are you planning to go on your honeymoon?"

The light of the crystal chandelier is gorgeous and bright, but it can't paint Miao Cun's paleness with any warm color.Miao Cun closed his eyes and wanted to get up, but Luo Minghan held him down forcefully.

Luo Minghan could clearly see every trace of his reaction, every trace of pain.He clasped Miao Cun, imprisoned him, and joked with the other side calmly: "France? You haven't tired of watching it yet? Change to something else." He just held Miao Cun's hand so hard that his knuckles turned white.

Miao Cun forced a smile on his face, but he couldn't make a sound, he could only beg Luo Minghan to let go with his eyes.

He can't, he can't listen to Luo Yuanhe's guest list, honeymoon, alternative hotel, lawn wedding or seaside wedding and remain calm and indifferent.

Luo Minghan couldn't hear what the other side said. He stared at Miao Cun with dark cloud-like encroachment in his eyes, pressing his big hand on the back of his head to force him to get close to him, and his eyes fell obsessively on his blood-colored lips. Up: "Don't go."

Then kissed it.

Miao Chou froze clearly in his arms and struggled slightly.

There were ambiguous panting and water sounds during the kiss, Guan Yingtao slurred on the phone, and hung up the phone cursingly.Luo Minghan let out a low laugh, threw away the phone, covered Miao Cun with his fiery body, and kissed Miao Cun to death.

There is a bitter taste in the kiss.

Miao Cun's heart shook, thinking that he was crying subconsciously.But no.The one who shed tears was not him.

Are they Luo Minghan's tears?

But that bit of bitterness quickly disappeared between the blending lips and tongue.Miao Cun thought, that should be just an illusion.

·

A few days after the notice came out, the last class on Friday was over, and Miao Cun received a call from Luo Minghan, saying that he had sent a driver to wait for him at the jump floor and wanted to take him to a place.

Miao Cun probably guessed that he wanted to celebrate for himself.

In fact, after opening the email, the first person he shared with was Luo Minghan.Probably because he was so happy, he almost jumped up from the chair, and then jumped into Luo Minghan's arms like a small animal.

It was a breeze for Luo Minghan to catch him.He hugged Miao Cuntuo: "Are you so happy?"

"Yeah." Miao Cun felt dizzy with joy. France doesn't just represent Luo Yuanhe, and there are many, many more. It's the Louvre, the history of Western art from the Renaissance, and the one who left his native family and flew far away. At first, he wrapped his two arms around Luo Minghan, snuggled up to him childishly, and said, "Brother Luo, I feel my heart beating so fast."

The happier he was, the tighter Luo Minghan held his arm, until the veins became clear.

The timing of the driver's arrival was neither early nor late, and he seemed to know the exact time when Miao Cun got out of class.Miao Cun got into the car, threw his schoolbag on the back seat, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Boss Luo said that you will know when you arrive."

Also for sale.

Luo Minghan seems to know all the delicious places in this city. In just one year, Miao Cun has changed from a little beggar who can make do with quick-frozen buns and a box of cup noodles to improve his food, to a little glutton.I will also suck the tip of the chopsticks to judge whether it is authentic, and whether the tea can be drunk is good or bad. About hand brewing and cold brewing, I can probably say a thing or two.

Luo Minghan probably wanted to take him to eat something delicious again.

Near the end of the term, the pressure of homework and review increased sharply. Miao Cun took advantage of the car to review the theoretical history class. When he came back to his senses, darkness had fallen outside the car window, and the Maybach stopped outside Guan Yingtao's clubhouse.

It turned out to be seeing his friends again.

Miao Cun packed his mood and schoolbag, and heaved a sigh of relief before opening the car door.He didn't like to meet these people, and Luo Minghan knew it, and he had hardly taken him to any bureaus in the past six months, and he went there by himself if he had to go to social gatherings, and never made things difficult for Miao Cun.

Miao Cun came in, because it was still early, and there were not many people in the venue. The public relations found him: "Mr. Luo is waiting for you on the third floor, please this way."

Guan Yingtao's clubs are divided into two types. Anyone can enter the night club, which is open to the public. The upstairs club has a membership access system. You must provide proof of assets and pay membership fees to be eligible to enter.This is the case on the third floor.

Miao Cun is carrying a schoolbag, and his clothes are still student-like, expensive and cold, which makes people easily associate with images of jade and bamboo.The PR couldn't help looking at him, but when Miao Cun bumped into him, he nodded slightly and smiled.

"We've seen it before," the PR said.

The light was quite dim, and he was walking through the corridor again. Miao Cun took a few more glances, and the publicist said, "My name is Yoyo. I sent Mr. Luo home a while ago, and you opened the door."

When Miao Cun remembered, the first thing that came to mind was not his eyebrows, but the long-lasting scent of perfume left on Luo Minghan's body, so sweet and greasy like pollen.

"We are very envious of you in private," said Youyou, looked Miao Cun up and down again, and smiled slightly, "We all said that we really should study."

"Have you slept with Luo Minghan?" Miao Cun asked bluntly.

"What?" Youyou was stunned for a moment, unable to believe it, and burst out laughing: "Your question is really interesting, Mr. Luo will be angry when he hears it."

"That means I haven't slept."

Yoyo smiled, but didn't speak.The elevator door opened before his eyes, and he invited people in with due courtesy, "Mr. Luo doesn't sleep with our people. Among so many rich people, he is considered clean."

The elevator door was closed, and the inner wall was inlaid with shiny silver mirrors, reflecting the figures of the two.Youyou paused for a moment, then said: "Boss Luo doesn't like to play with the body, but likes to play with the emotion. It seems a bit redundant to tell you this, but his affectionate appearance is indeed very touching, although you know it is all fake."

Miao Cun was stunned for a moment, but he didn't know why he was in a daze.After a while, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Thank you, I almost forgot."

The third floor arrived in the blink of an eye, and the door opened, revealing a luxurious, magnificent, elegant and elegant auditorium.Flowers were laid on the long table, red wine was waking up in crystal bottles, the music was soft, and the waiters carried golden trays to and fro the venue as lightly as swallows.Luo Minghan stood in front of the window, facing the vast lights of the city, and when he heard the movement, he turned around and opened his arms to Miao Cun.

Miao Cun took off his schoolbag, and Luo Minghan took it smoothly: "Are you tired?"

Miao Cun shook his head: "Is there anything important tonight?"

"Congratulations on your acceptance."

Shocked, Miao Cun even hesitated: "There is no need for such a big fanfare..." His voice softened: "As long as the two of us are fine."

"It was fine before, but not today." Luo Minghan touched his face, and only spoke half of his words, "It's still early, let's take a rest first."

In the rest room, Wanwan sat inside and ate grapes to catch up with the drama. Miao Cun said hello, and Wanwan's eyes widened: "Ah, you came here just wearing this?"

"if not?"

"This is..." Forget it, Guan Yingtao urged Wan to not spoil it.Wanwan swallowed the grapes and said painfully, "Just as long as you're happy."

"You look good."

Wanwan twisted her body and smiled playfully: "Of course the bride looks good."

Miao Cun looked completely in the dark, his expression was blank for a while, "Are you getting married?"

"What kind of expression?" Wanwan chuckled, "It's as if you have a crush on me."

"No, it's just..."

"I know, it's just that Guan Yingtao and I seem to be playing casually, and I seem to be adopted by him."

Miao Cun hooked his lips: "I don't mean that."

"If you play casually, you will also put your true feelings into it. People are not computers. They can calculate just right if they are more or less, and they will fall if they are playing." Wanwan tossed her hair and smiled hippiely: "Of course, it is mainly me. Great charm."

The guests arrived one after another, and the banquet began. The battle was bigger than Miao Cun imagined, most of which he had never seen before.Wanwan took Guan Yingtao's task behind her back, fearing that Miao Cun would be nervous and socially intimidated, so she deliberately stayed by his side.Sure enough, she greeted everyone familiarly and introduced Miao Cun: "Neng, our protagonist today, Miao Miao."

"Congratulations, young and promising."

Miao Cun didn't know how it was possible to be young and promising by staying in school, but their words probably couldn't be counted, so just listen to them.But for this kind of scene, he was very tired after coping too much.When I met art dealers and collectors with Luo Yuanhe before, they were flattering in the same way, not to say that doing art business would be more reserved.At that time, Miao Cun only needs to act as a little mute, and Luo Yuanhe will handle every set of words skillfully, and will never embarrass him in the slightest.

When Luo Minghan found him, he saw Miao Cun's absent-minded appearance.

"I'm a little tired, can I finish early?" He asked childishly willful.

Luo Minghan shook his wrist: "Persist a little longer, okay?"

Miao Cun put the red wine on the waiter's tray and whispered, "Can I disappear for a while?"

Anyway, they all came for Luo Minghan. His mascot was just for good looks, and it was not necessary.

Luo Minghan clasped his fingers, smiled and said, "Not for a second."

His smile was very strange, for some reason, Miao Cun's heart trembled like an electric shock.

"Wait a minute and there is another very important event." Luo Minghan held his hand, close to his ear, and said in a low tone, "It can't be done without you."

When Youyou came out pushing the cake, Guan Yingtao tapped the goblet with a small silver spoon, and the court fell silent tacitly, looking at the people on the stage.Luo Minghan held the wine, wore a vest over his white shirt, and tied the tie given by Miao Cun at the neckline, looking handsome and suave.A person who is used to roadshows and speeches would think that this kind of scene is nothing more than a trifle. He nodded gracefully, spoke a leisurely opening remark in a casual tone, then glanced over Miao Cun, curled his lips, "Of course, I invite everyone to gather here today because there is a more important matter, and I hope to get your blessings and testimonies..."

The matter of studying abroad was easily revealed by him.

Wan Wan clapped desperately, even squeezed her fingers and screamed, while Miao Cun fell into an ice cellar.

Luo Minghan put down his red wine glass, strode down from the stage that was only a shallow step high, and walked towards him solemnly step by step, locking him deeply and intently with smiling eyes.

The guests obviously didn't know it beforehand, and it was only now that they reacted belatedly, so the applause became louder and the screams became louder, and the whistling and booing one after another made Miao Cun dizzy and unable to stand still.

In a panic, Miao Cun instinctively wanted to look for his familiar face. He saw the distorted excitement on Wanwan's face in alluring costumes, Guan Yingtao's excited red face, and Yoyo pushing the cake cart. The person who persuaded him not to fall into the trap of deep affection was stunned and envious at the moment.

Luo Minghan stood still in front of him, supported Miao Cun's shoulders, and found his thin body trembling finely one after another.

"I'm an older brother, no matter what, I should start a family and start a business before my younger brother," he casually teased, causing bursts of good-natured laughter, "So, give me a chance—"

"Marry me, Miu Miu." He said softly with his face slightly lowered.

The proposal is so simple, only six words, without any fancy decorations, it is not like a bouquet of flowers, but like a bunch of thorny flower stems that have been pulled bald, straight and sharp as a sword.

"How can it be so simple! Kneel on one knee!" Someone shouted loudly.

Luo Minghan took out the ring from his pocket.A small square box, I bought it on my birthday at the beginning of the year, and I planned to put it in the drawer to collect dust.The box popped open, revealing the delicate, starlit circle inside.

He didn't kneel down, but held Miao Cun's hand.

Miao Cun's fingers were also trembling, they were thin and white, and the curves of his fingertips were as beautiful as green onions. When illuminated by the crystal chandelier, they seemed transparent, and he could see the panic written in his blood vessels.

"Brother Luo..." His delicate Adam's apple rolled, and he slowly moved his gaze to Luo Minghan's face, feeling that it was terribly strange, "I..."

His throat seemed to be blocked, and his eyes were full of panic and bewilderment.

It seemed that he was not at the scene of his proposal, but in a bloody pit.

This is a slaughter that invites the onlookers.

Luo Minghan leaned into his ear: "As I said, I am sincere to you. If you are going to France, then go after getting married." He squeezed Miao Cun's hand tightly, with a dreamlike tone: " Or do you not love me at all?"

The voice was neither loud nor low, and if someone who stood close heard it, it was only flirting.

Miao Cun closed his eyes, only to feel that the light was so bright, but it cast shadows in front of his eyes, all ghosts and sprites that he couldn't see clearly.

Those present, who didn't know that Luo Minghan's twin brother was named Luo Yuanhe, a famous young painter, and a painting sold for hundreds of millions of dollars.In his spare time, he also teased that he would join in the fun at the next Luo Yuanhe's personal auction.After drinking, I was also envious, saying that the two of them are brothers and sisters, and they are both so extraordinary, that they should stand together in the interview camera glamorously and seductively.

From now on, they will all know that Miao Cun is Luo Minghan's sweetheart.

Miao Cun couldn't say a word, his hands and feet were so cold that he couldn't move, the black mist in front of him was thick, his pale eyelids were tightly closed and trembling, and he lost his balance and fell a step back.Luo Minghan quickly caught him, the ring jingled, fell from his fingers, and slid to stop beside Guan Yingtao's shoe.He bent down to pick it up and handed it to Luo Minghan.

Luo Minghan didn't take the ring again, no one saw his clenched back molars and his fist clenched into his palm.I only saw him curling his lips, still calmly apologizing to the people around him, "He's too nervous and drank too much."

He could feel Miao Cun's whole thin body trembling in fear in his arms, like a frightened bird, like a cat in the cold winter months.He stroked Miao Cun's forehead tenderly, kissed it, and whispered to him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

While kissing Miao Cun's ear with his lips, he laughed hastily and indulgently, "Why are you so nervous? Why are you afraid?...Why are you afraid of me."

Obviously, he was the one who saved him, and he also did many things with him and taught him many principles, why should he rely on Luo Yuanhe, but be afraid of him?

He hugged the person horizontally, and walked calmly through the crowd, through flowers, wine and applause.The brilliance of the crystal lamp silently fell all over the ground behind him.