Please don't be so hard on me!

He threw such a bomb lightly on the family's cozy dining table after dinner.

Luo Yuanhe flatly denied subconsciously: "Impossible!"

"Why is it impossible?" Luo Minghan curled his lips, staring at him coldly and surely with the eyes of a hunter looking at his prey, and slightly curled his lips.

"You showed me his paintings," Luo Yuanhe tried to remain calm, "Miao Cun's paintings are far better than that."

"What if he deliberately concealed it?" Luo Minghan took a sip of Pu'er lightly, deliberately using his left hand, on which was the silver wedding ring he put on without authorization, "I mentioned you before I asked him to paint Show you his works,” he smiled with his head down, very doting and helpless, “he must have been frightened, so he has been drawing with his right hand, you know, Miaomiao has always been better at it Use your left hand."

There may be two people in this world who have the same name as Miao Miao and who also like to draw, but they will never be able to draw with both hands, and the left hand is the real strength.

Seeing Luo Yuanhe's speechless look, Luo Minghan picked up the silver pot, poured tea soup into his younger brother's teacup, raised his eyes and glanced at him slightly: "I'm afraid he will be recognized by you, and you will expose him, so I will know, in fact, he It's your student. I think..." Chazhan was gently pushed in the direction of Luo Yuanhe, and he smiled softly: "He was afraid that I would know the truth and avoid suspicion, and leave him."

His performance is excellent, no matter how you look at it, he looks like he is sure of winning and deeply in love.

Luo Yuanhe always remembers that at the beginning, he was not eager to become famous, even if he only missed the door, he still drew his own paintings slowly.It was Luo Minghan who helped him manage the first wave of momentum.

Luo Yuanhe can hardly imagine it until now. At that time, both parties were just young people in their early twenties, but Luo Minghan could find a curator, an institution, an auction house, top scholars to endorse him, and then find a national curator for him. Top private collectors bought his paintings at sky-high prices - he even tailored a story for him that the market loves to hear, which appeared overwhelmingly in various art fashion magazines.This is the creepy co-ordination and execution ability, the frightening insight and capture ability.

Talent has brought Luo Yuanhe to a commercial position far beyond what Luo Minghan envisioned for him, but Luo Minghan has always cast the first spotlight for him.

His elder brother, since he was a child, has shown characteristics that are more scheming, more aggressive, more utilitarian, and more bound to be ambitious than him.

What Luo Minghan wants, what he wants to achieve, almost never misses.

"By the way," Luo Minghan tapped the table with his fingertips, sipped tea and raised his chin, "I gave Miao Cun a bracelet that is the same as yours. You... bought it yourself?"

He asked this question on purpose, and his parents watched nervously without knowing it. Of course, Luo Yuanhe couldn't say that it was sent by Miao Cun.

To Luo Minghan's surprise, Luo Yuanhe simply refused to answer, neither admitting nor denying.

"I said," Mother Luo finally said, "You two brothers have been chatting back and forth for a long time, are they the same?"

Luo Minghan bowed his body: "Yes."

"That's good!" Luo's mother and Luo's father looked at each other, "Isn't it more kissing? Hey, Yuanhe, since Miao Miao is going to study abroad with you, then I can rest assured, otherwise I will always worry about him so much. Little, you can't take care of yourself at first sight."

Luo Yuanhe forced a smile, as if unable to speak.

"Announcement," Luo Minghan carried out the script to the last link, "I proposed to Miao Cun some time ago."

"Hey, really?"

"Really, it's at Guan Yingtao's club." Luo Minghan pressed his slender fingertips against his temples, impatiently thinking, "The so-and-so...and the so-and-so, Forbes, Becca, and Guo Ziqian are all there."

As adults, the social circles of the two brothers became quite distinct, but since the city's circle is so large and both of them are well-known, it is inevitable that they will overlap.What he said just now were the rare mutual friends of the two of them.

Mother Luo was so happy that she didn't know what to do. She held Luo Minghan's hand and hugged him again with her eyes shining brightly: "Luo Minghan, it's rare for you to be so active!"

Luo Minghan hugged his mother back, but looked into the depths of Luo Yuanhe's eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said meaningfully: "Because I love him very much."

Luo's father consciously helped his wife clean up the dishes, and Luo's mother wanted to keep Luo Yuanhe, but she didn't. "The student is still at home. I don't worry about him being alone."

"What student, isn't it just Miaomiao? He's sick?" Compared to yesterday, Luo's mother was obviously much more concerned.

"It's not Miao Miao, it's another student." Luo Yuanhe rarely lied.

"Yesterday you said it was—"

"If it's Miao Miao, of course it's at Luo Minghan's house, why is it at my place?" Luo Yuanhe asked indifferently.

I really stopped my mother.

Luo's mother sent the two brothers out together. Luo Minghan drove the car, but his villa and the University City were in the north and south directions. Luo Yuanhe just clicked on the car-hailing software, and Luo Minghan said calmly: "I live in the University City recently. I'll see you off on the way."

The two brothers used to talk like this, and they were not particularly affectionate, but Luo's mother knew that they had a very good relationship, so she told them to be careful on the road and pay attention to safety.

There was no words all the way, only light music flowing.It wasn't until the car drove on the viaduct that Luo Minghan said, "I asked you last time and said that I would not be back until a month later. Why did you suddenly come earlier?"

Luo Yuanhe casually asked a question: "You told Miao Cun that I'm getting married?"

Luo Minghan lazily retorted: "Is there, I don't remember, he must have misheard, Guan Yingtao is getting married."

"From the day you called me and asked him how he was doing in the past few years, you already knew the truth."

"He lived with me all the time. In order to conceal his identity, he was sent to the vocational school by me every day, and then rode all the way to the Academy of Fine Arts. I felt distressed when I saw him. What can I do? If I ask him clearly, it will save him the trouble of lying to me. .”

"Luo Minghan." Luo Yuanhe listened to his half-truth and half-fake rhetoric all night, endured it all night, and finally sulked, "Miao Cun is not like you used to be, you can play with discarded toys at will."

The night scene outside the window quickly retreated with the shadow of the lights. Under the driving of Luo Minghan, the Land Rover was always stable, calm, and at a constant speed. He turned the steering wheel and drove out of the elevated gate. "I said that we have been dating for a year and are ready to get married."

Luo Yuanhe closed his eyes, holding back the irritability in his eyes that was about to get out of control.

"You should know that all the lies you told today will be clear to me as long as I ask Miao Cun."

The car fell into silence, Luo Minghan withdrew his slight ridicule and sharpness, and after a while, his tone turned gentle: "Luo Yuanhe, when I was young, I even lent you the New Year's money to buy imported paints, have you ever thought about it? Want to buy those basketball shoes."

Luo Yuanhe didn't speak again until he stopped in the community.Luo Minghan stopped the car, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it on, said vaguely and indifferently: "Next time you see Miao Cun, remember to call him sister-in-law."

Luo Yuanhe had already got out of the car. Hearing this, he held the car door and sneered, with imperceptible anger: "You have used threats and temptations this night," he turned his eyes, and his quiet eyes looked into the street light In Luo Minghan's heart, "I ask you, why are you so afraid of me?"

There was a pause in lighting the cigarette, but Luo Minghan didn't answer, the orange-blue flame illuminated his folded palms.

"The bracelet was given to me by Miao Cun, it's my 30th birthday present," Luo Yuanhe asked flatly, "What do you have?"

With a bang, the car door was slammed shut by him.

The headlights of the car illuminated the road ahead as white and vast as snow. Luo Yuanhe walked into the front hall with a straight back under Luo Minghan's gaze.

Miao Cun drank salt water for almost three days, and his spirit has improved a lot, but Luo Yuanhe's refrigerator was empty. He ordered takeaway, but he didn't come for a long time.The doorbell rang, and he ran over to open the door as if he had received an amnesty. When he saw that it was Luo Yuanhe, he was stunned and said disappointedly, "I thought it was a takeaway."

"takeout?"

"Why did you ring the doorbell?" Miao Cun asked strangely, "This is your own home."

Luo Yuanhe was taken aback for a moment, then smiled indifferently, "Forgot, I just returned to China, so I'm not used to it."

"You have something on your mind."

Luo Yuanhe raised his hand, habitually wanting to touch Miao Cun's face.

Already feeling the temperature of his palm on his cheek, and the warm wind brought by his hand, Miao Cun held his breath, waiting for Luo Yuanhe's touch.

But the fingertip stopped at the [-] millimeter that was about to be touched.

"Next time you see Miao Cun, remember to call him sister-in-law."

The pain quickly flashed in Luo Yuanhe's eyes, and he stared deeply at Miao Cun until his face became uncomfortably hot when he saw Miao Cun.

A doorbell saved the two people. The rider brother handed Xinjiang fried rice noodles, said "Please order a five-star praise", and then flew away again.Miao Cun opened the lunch box on the dining table, and Luo Yuanhe asked uncertainly: "You are not in good health, shouldn't you eat such spicy food?"

Miao Cun bit his chopsticks pitifully: "I just ate an egg yolk shortbread, and it was tasteless."

"Egg yolk...?"

"It's what you keep in the sideboard."

Luo Yuanhe's expression changed: "That expired a long time ago, didn't you notice anything wrong?"

Miao Cun was stunned: "I can't taste it, it just feels a little sour."

Luo Yuanhe raised his forehead: "Are you stupid?"

"Why do you keep the broken things?" Miao Cun blamed him in turn.

Luo Yuanhe: "..."

The two speechless people looked at each other for a while, and Miao Cun leaned over the dining table: "Oh, my stomach hurts."

Luo Yuanhe: "Continue to pretend."

Miao Cun had just recovered from a serious illness, his face was very pale, and he pretended to be angry, but Luo Yuanhe quickly surrendered, bent down and pinched his arm: "Does it really hurt?"

Miao Cun nodded.

Luo Yuanhe put his hand on his stomach and pressed through his clothes: "Here?"

Miao Cun shook his head.

"here?"

Miao Cun shook his head again.

"What about here?"

Miao Cun still shook his head.

Luo Yuanhe moved his fingers a few inches to the side, and asked softly, "Is that here?"

His fingers were long and slender, and the pressing force was neither light nor heavy, which only made Miao Cun feel itchy.He looked at Luo Yuanhe's face close at hand, unconsciously slowed down his breathing, and nodded hesitantly.

Luo Yuanhe: "Appendix, send it to the hospital to have it removed."

Miao Cun was startled at first, then realized that he was playing with him, and angrily touched the porcelain on the dining table: "I don't care, the talented little artist will be poisoned to death by your egg yolk cake."

Luo Yuanhe let out a laugh, "You've worked so hard on porcelain, what do you want?"

Miao Cun snuggled into his arms, wrapped his arms around his neck, and said softly, "Or else, just give me a kiss."

It was very quiet, and the breathing of both of them was pressed and paused.

Almost at the same time, Luo Yuanhe pushed Miao Cun away with a stiff body, and Miao Cun also pushed him away in a hurry, even the dining chair was kicked over by him in haste. "I'm sorry," he said incoherently, his face was not flushed with shyness at all, but rather pale, "I..."

There is no reasonable reason at all.Because at that moment, he was just getting along with him in a dizzy way and subconsciously, thinking of him as Luo Minghan.He didn't do it on purpose, it was just a kind of inertia.

Terrible inertia.

"I'm sorry Teacher Luo, I'm sorry," he said incoherently, only repeating this sentence, "...Did I scare you? Don't get me wrong..."

"Misunderstand what?" Luo Yuanhe looked at him calmly, "Raise your head and watch me speak."

"Misunderstanding..." Miao Cun raised his head nervously and frightened as if facing the end of the world, "Misunderstanding..."

Looking at Luo Yuanhe's face, those tensions and fears suddenly disappeared like a tide.

This is Brother Luo, he was going to confess his love to him, why should he be afraid of his misunderstanding?You already know that he doesn't have a girlfriend, fiancee, sweetheart, why should he be afraid?

His face miraculously calmed down.

He has gone through too many dark nights and detours alone.I have also been terrified, whether I am a pervert, have spurned me, whether I am disrespectful, and have abandoned myself, why should I?I have also worried about gains and losses, how many years can I stay with Brother Luo?He is about to grow up, and all adults will gradually drift away. He is no longer a child, and brother Luo will not hold his hand for a long time.

Barefoot children have stepped on thorns, why should they be afraid of gravel?

Except...except that he had dated with Luo Minghan.Is it possible that Brother Luo doesn't mind?Is it possible that they can have their own life in France.How would you know if you didn't try it?

Miao Cun heard the seductive voice in his heart, it was very quiet, like a flower blooming in the rainforest.

He opened his lips and looked straight into Luo Yuanhe's eyes: "Misunderstanding—"

"Needless to say." Luo Yuanhe stopped him and turned his back hastily, "No need to explain, it's okay, I know you're still sick."

The unspoken words are swallowed back to the tip of the tongue.Like a nightingale enchanted with silence magic, he swallowed in his Adam's apple, feeling a pinprick-like pain.

Miao Cun thought, his courage is like the tide.

His moon was far from him, and his courage fell.

Luo Yuanhe seemed to be enduring something, and said in a blunt tone: "My face is cold."

·

On the weekend, Luo Yuanhe accompanied him to the hospital for a follow-up visit, and another bunch of blood was drawn for filming.The doctor took the test sheet: "You are so young, why is your physique so poor? Anemia, iron deficiency, calcium deficiency, vitamin deficiency, malnutrition, do you stay up late for a long time? Do you never exercise and bask in the sun? Do you eat irregularly often? Eat some unnutritious takeaway instant noodles? Do you sit for more than ten hours at a time?"

all hit.

Miao Cun: "There are sports and occasional fights."

Doctor: "..." He sighed earnestly: "Be nice to yourself, and you will regret it when you get older."

Miao Cun took the list and stuffed it into the trash can as soon as he left the consultation room.Back at Luo Yuanhe's house, he silently packed his clothes. Just as he stuffed two pieces into his schoolbag, Luo Yuanhe pressed his hand: "I didn't let you go."

"It's exam week soon." The implication is that he can no longer lie down and recuperate, it's time to go back to painting and review in class, and of course it's inconvenient to live with Luo Yuanhe.

"Stay with me until your body fully recovers."

Miao Cun thought he was joking: "I'm not in good health, not sick, the doctor means to raise it slowly—"

"Then raise it here slowly."

Miao Cun had morning class on Monday. When he swept his bicycle and went out, his head was still dizzy.It's strange that he went to school from Mr. Luo's house.But the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.

After class, I went to have breakfast, and then went to the studio.I ran into a classmate on the road, "Miao Cun, someone was looking for you just now, over there."

Finding a student in such a large school is not an easy task.But if you have made enough preparations, it is not too difficult to know the classrooms, studios and dormitories where he often attends classes.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Miao Cong was bouncing up and down on the low steps of the flower bed, until Miao Cun came over.

"You looking for me?" Miao Cun frowned, looking incredible.

Since that incident, he never returned home. Miao Jiancheng sent him a WeChat message asking for money, and Li Liping called him, but Miao Cun ignored them.He even wanted to change his phone number, but the time was not ripe for them to find any clues that he wanted to go away.

"You're energetic," Miao Cong snorted, "you're actually pretty good."

"If you have something to say directly, I'm in a hurry to go to class."

"It's okay, I just came to see your joke, but I'm a little disappointed now."

Miao Cun narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Miao Cong looked up to the sky and sighed, then heaved a sigh: "Literally, I am happy to see that you are not doing well. Why don't you go home and have a look? My mother always talks about you." He grinned strangely After a moment, looking very gloomy, "Isn't this the result you always wanted, to take away everyone and everything around me."

"Miao Cong," Miao Cun endured for a while, but couldn't help it: "You can have a bigger picture."

"It's still the same mean and sharp," Miao Cong said regretfully, "It seems that Luo Minghan is very kind to you."

Miao Cun stared at him coldly: "You are quite boring."

Turn around and go.

"Don't understand?" Miao Cong raised his voice and shouted at his back: "I thought Luo Minghan was a respectable person after all, but I didn't expect that he was also a soft-hearted person. I already knew that you used him as a stand-in. Allowing you to live so well - trash."

His footsteps froze for an instant, Miao Cun didn't look back, hesitantly asked stiffly: "What did you say?"

Miao Cong was a smart man, spat, stared at the back of his head and laughed meaningfully: "So you don't know, Luo Minghan hasn't dealt with you yet? Then I spoiled it, didn't I? Your dear backer boyfriend, Since you went out to sketch last time, you already know that you just regard him as a substitute for your teacher, and you already know that the one you are secretly in love with is your teacher Luo Yuanhe, and his younger brother—how is it, is it exciting?"

Miao Cun hesitated in a daze.

Luo Minghan...has known the truth for a long time?

"You are really interesting. In order to deceive him, even vocational school students made it up. Hey, were you afraid that I would blackmail your teacher, so you made the mistake?" Miao Cong curled his lips and clicked, "You Really cruel."

Luo Minghan... already knew that he was actually a student of the Academy of Fine Arts.

The pupils shrank suddenly, and Miao Cun was so absent-minded that his whole body turned cold.

Then, he must have deduced his true identity a long time ago, the child he saved before, the little genius Luo Yuanhe brought with him since he was a child, "Cen Cen".

He knows everything, but hides it and pretends not to know anything.

Watching his lame lies, his clumsy disguises.

I watched him coldly playing the role of a qualified lover every day.

He knew everything, that's why he slept with Luo Luo.He didn't forget the agreement that day, but did it on purpose.Deliberately let Luoluo declare his sovereignty in front of him, mock him, ridicule him, and belittle him.

He knew everything, that's why he proposed half-truths and half-falsely in front of those cronies in the clubhouse, watching him flee in despair, watching him frightened and speechless, just like watching Xi Xiaohan back then.

He knew everything, that's why he suddenly recalled with him one by one what the two of them did together before, corrected those memories that belonged to Luo Yuanhe one by one, and then—shattered them again?

Miao Cun thought that when those memories were gradually named under the names of the correct people, it was God who wanted him to put Luo Minghan in his heart little by little.

He did the same.Don't take the initiative, it is sincere and natural.

But it was originally designed.

Seeing him flustered and flustered because of the shared memories of the past, he must have been very happy. The kind of condescending, holding all the scripts, watching the opposite person perform according to his design like a puppet, it is very difficult for Luo Minghan. For someone who likes to manipulate people's hearts...it must be very pleasant.

He knew everything, so he said cruelly, whoever you fall in love with will be unlucky for the rest of his life... He is a monster.

The heart seemed to be grasped by someone and thrown onto a thorn forest.Miao Cun's fingertips were trembling, which was seeping from the cracks in the bones.

Luo Minghan knew everything, yet he was still so affectionate.

It's all just revenge.