Please don't be so hard on me!

It was already entering the final exam week, but Miao Cun was absent from class one after another. At first, his classmates and teachers didn't notice any abnormalities, and they only thought silently during the roll call, why is Miao Cun absent again?He never skipped class before.Of course, because he will go to France next semester, it doesn't matter whether he comes to attend lectures or take exams, the students secretly think that he is probably adrift,

It wasn't until three days later that Vice President Miao Cun even skipped the class of Xin that everyone noticed something was wrong.

Soon, the counselor received a call from a stranger.

"What, an operation?... You are Miao Cun's? Oh, cousin, right? So the operation is over now? Oh... still in the hospital to recuperate... for the exam," the counselor scratched his face , "There is a chance to make up the exam, so how about it, if it is convenient for you, bring the hospital's leave certificate and see if you go through the process first."

After a while, a hospital slip containing Miao Cun's identity information was scanned into his office. The doctor's signature and the official seal of the hospital were all available, showing that Miao Cun had undergone surgery due to a fracture and needed to stay in bed for 5-7 days, depending on recovery. It depends.

Because Miao Cun is a star student, all the teachers liked him very much, so the counselor personally approved him a week's leave, and at the same time helped to notify the teachers of each class to postpone the online opening of the final work.

Luo Yuanhe has no teaching tasks this semester, so theoretically he doesn’t need to go to school. He remembered that some old booklets were still in the staff dormitory, so he went for a run when the weather was good. He met Professor Xu who taught still life, and the two exchanged greetings in the corridor stand up.Professor Xu also came back from studying in France in the early years, and the topic revolved around him. He said with a smile: "Miao Cun escaped me for two classes. I thought this little thing would let himself go when he thought of studying abroad. I just found out yesterday that he was sick. , surgery, hey, did you go to see him?"

Although Miao Cun didn't go home for three days, he kept replying on WeChat, but the reply was very slow. Luo Yuanhe asked him if he would go home today, and it would take a few hours for him to say that he would go to the dormitory tonight.Luo Yuanhe can understand him. Which oil painting department doesn't want to paint in the studio all night at the end of the first term?

"What surgery did he do?" Luo Yuanhe asked.

It was Professor Xu's turn to be surprised: "You don't know? That's right, you didn't teach him this semester, it seems to be broken?"

Luo Yuanhe's face darkened.

He has always been a calm person, but once he gets a little emotional, it becomes obvious.Professor Xu patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, I guess it's not the hand, otherwise I wouldn't be hospitalized."

Professor Xu was still rushing to give lectures. Luo Yuanhe entered the one-bedroom room assigned to him by the school, sat down on the sofa, took a deep breath, and called his brother Luo Minghan.

"Is Miao Cun here with you?" He didn't talk nonsense, and cut straight to the point.

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Entering June, it is the most comfortable season in this city. The wind and sand tend to calm down. After a few rains, the temperature is neither hot nor dry, and the air smells of spring flowers.Every morning and afternoon, Luo Minghan would push open the folded glass on the balcony for Miao Cun, letting the gentle wind blow in with warmth.

Uncle Ze called a pickup truck over, and almost brought in all the flowers, albums, sofas, soft stools, and table lamps from the sunny greenhouse in the villa, and arranged them in the new studio one by one according to Luo Minghan's wishes. good.Moving to the end, it is a tightly wrapped oil painting with foam sponges on all four corners.

"Where do you want to hang this?" Uncle Ze asked, and the two workers behind him held it carefully,

It is the oil painting in Russian realistic style that Miao Cun gave him.

Luo Minghan circled Miao Cun from behind and kissed him on the cheek: "Where do you want to hang baby?"

Miao Cun pretended not to hear and did not answer.

Luo Minghan smiled slightly, and said to Uncle Ze: "This is Miaomiao's painting, and the house is also Miaomiao's house. You can ask him where he wants to hang it."

Uncle Ze smiled gently, and asked him again after listening to his words.

The three helpers in Luo Minghan's family took good care of him. Miao Cun looked at them as elders. Seeing Uncle Ze's careful look, Miao Cun had a look of pain in his eyes, and he had no choice but to answer.

The master and servant were all waiting, and heard Miao Cun say casually: "Go to the bathroom."

The bathroom is humid, and it is the most unsuitable place to hang paintings, not to mention that the painting on it is Luo Minghan.

Luo Minghan's face changed, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he made a more intimate gesture and whispered into his ear, "You want me to be angry? How can I be willing to be angry with you?" Pointing to the blank wall at the end of the corridor , "He was joking, just hang there."

Uncle Ze, as if he had received an amnesty, hurriedly ordered the workers to move the painting over.

Luo Minghan didn't want to be disturbed by anyone, so Uncle Ze was ordered to come to the house every two days to do the cleaning. Apart from that, Luo Minghan did all the daily and housework himself.The originally empty refrigerator was now filled with fresh seasonal vegetables, meat, custard, and another refrigerator dedicated to melons, fruits, and ice cream cakes.Under the refrigerator magnet is a recipe written by Lao Yan, a chef of the Dai nationality. Every step is very detailed, and it is very authentic for Luo Minghan to make a move.

Although Miao Cun never eats it, preferring to drink ice milk on an empty stomach and eat tasteless boiled eggs without using chopsticks, when Luo Minghan cooks, he is still in a very happy mood, and only occasionally glances at Miao Cun on the balcony. Whether he is reading a book, or in a daze, or drawing.

The balcony door was locked by him from the house, like a cat or dog locked by the owner.

Not without moments of horror, either.When preparing afternoon tea for Miao Cun on the first day, I looked back and saw that Miao Cun was supporting the railing with both hands, and he had already stepped on it with one foot—as long as he tried harder and jumped, he would jump from the sixth floor.

The glass door was pushed open furiously, and Miao Cun's body was tightly wrapped into his arms by the black storm that swirled from behind.

"What are you doing?!" The anger and fear in Luo Minghan's eyes were distorted, he was so shocked that he couldn't even make an expression on his face, "Do you know that this is dangerous? You think you can leave by jumping from here Am I? Dreaming!"

Miao Cun sneered coldly, "It's just stretching after sitting tired. Why, do you think I will die for you?"

Luo Minghan was still in shock, just breathing deeply, unable to speak.

When taking a bath, Luo Minghan meaningfully warned him not to attempt any self-harm, unless he hoped that he would personally help him take a bath in the future.

Miao Cun never thought of dying. Since he didn't want to die, there was no need to leave wounds on his body. He knew that even if he tortured himself until his body was covered in bruises, Luo Minghan would probably invite a whole medical team to help him at home. treat.

When Luo Minghan took a bath by himself, he was afraid that he would be locked on the balcony and catch the cold, so he bound Miao Cun with a tie.He said tenderly: "This is the birthday present you gave me last year, do you remember?"

Miao Cun's eyes moved, and in the next second, his hands were mercilessly cut backwards and tied behind the chair.

Luo Minghan was tied very tightly, and Miao Cun frowned, grunting in pain.When Luo Minghan came out to untie it, there was a streak of crimson on his wrist.

When it was time to go to sleep, Miao Cun took advantage of him not paying attention, ran to the second bedroom and locked the door behind him.

They always slept together in the master bedroom, and Luo Minghan had already changed the sheets into clean sheets, which were Miao Cun's favorite color.

"Miaomiao," Luo Minghan knocked on the door patiently, "Be good."

Miao Cun sat on the carpet, buried his face in his knees, and asked in a calm and descriptive tone, "When are you going to die?"

Luo Minghan remained silent for a while, then said softly: "Don't say silly things, my husband will accompany you for the rest of my life."

Boom!

Something was smashed on the door.

An hour later, the door lock was easily broken by the master lockpicker. Luo Minghan hugged the frail man horizontally, kissed him on the forehead, like a lost treasure, and said emotionally: "Why do you lock yourself in the room alone? Baby, no matter how unhappy you are, don't let me not find you."

The locksmith was moved and disgusted in his heart, and his eyes changed when he saw the two of them.

In order to prevent the same mistakes from happening again, Luo Minghan asked him to destroy all the lock cylinders in the house, and Miao Cun had nowhere to hide from then on.

It is so easy for a person with mature experience to tease a young body.He tossed Miao Cun so hard that his consciousness was blurred and his body was covered in sweat, he couldn't even move his fingers.

The black hair was tightly stuck to his forehead with sweat, and Luo Minghan panted, gently brushing them away, looking down at Miao Cun from a high position: "You love me."

He tried to teach Miao Cun this fact.

"Does it look good?" Luo Minghan asked.

The painting is hung firmly, and it fits the scene perfectly against the end view cabinet and golden candlesticks below.

When Miao Cun looked at the oil painting that took him several months and was praised by Vice President Xin, he felt a dull pain slowly in his heart.

When I drew this picture, I also thought about painting it as Luo Yuanhe, but the intention in my heart was so strong, from the moment I wrote it, Luo Minghan was in my mind.He has distinct characteristics completely different from Luo Yuanhe, and he cannot quietly be anyone's stand-in.

"Don't keep silent," Luo Minghan stroked his soft face, "Speak to your husband, okay?"

He couldn't figure out why such a well-behaved person had such a stubborn soul in his bones.

"I have nothing to say to you."

Luo Minghan tightened his arms, "I always have something to say to Luo Yuanhe." He coaxed him in a low voice: "Just talk to me as Luo Yuanhe, okay?"

"Don't you hate others who confuse you with his confession?" Miao Cun lowered his eyelashes, "Why haven't you started hating me?"

"You are an exception."

"As you said, if someone conceals you and treats you as Luo Yuanhe, you will treat that person as a nodding acquaintance."

Luo Minghan laughed softly: "So you tried me so early? I can't bear it."

Miao Cun fell into silence again, and he didn't have the strength to struggle. Knowing that struggling was futile, he let Luo Minghan embrace him from behind. The two stood in the middle of the empty room, as strange as a body and a shadow.

Luo Minghan is good at solving difficult problems. Within a few seconds, he said in a coaxing tone: "Every time you chat with me for half an hour, I will let you paint for three hours, okay? Kissing is also fine. Baby, I feel sorry for you being so idle."

Miao Cun turned his face away, and his eyes flashed the confusion and puzzlement like a madman: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Luo Minghan gently raised his chin, lowered his eyes slightly, and brought his face closer.Miao Cun froze for a moment, wanting to escape, but didn't move in the end.His nails dug deeply into his palm, accepting Luo Minghan's deep kiss.

Luo Minghan's kisses are always very emotional, he will suck his plump lower lip and turn it around, the tip of his tongue is lingering with his face, domineering but gentle.

When they kissed like this, it was like a couple in love.It was such a long-lost tenderness that Luo Minghan's heart trembled so badly that it hurt.

Miao Cun's whole body was softened by his kiss, chill and numbness oozing from his bones, Luo Minghan hugged him and sat on the end view cabinet, stroked his body and held his neck, and sucked his lips and tongue again.

The golden candlestick was swept down by someone's hand in the feeling of forgetfulness, and it made a crisp and sharp collision sound with the marble floor, and the romantic and pure white candle was broken in the middle.

With his lips parted, Miao Cun looked at the luxurious and classical clock in the distance, and asked coldly, "How long can I exchange for 2 minutes?"

Luo Minghan's eyes were deep, and he briefly hooked his lower lip: "Two hours."

Miao Cun jumped off lightly and left without saying a word.

When Luo Minghan received a call from Luo Yuanhe, Miao Cun had already been painting for a while.The half-drawn final work had to be scrapped, and he had to calm down and start over.

"Is Miao Cun with you?" Luo Yuanhe asked straight to the point.

"Your news is very fast." Luo Minghan said leisurely, approaching Miao Cun.

The brush was taken away from his palm, Luo Minghan slowly bent down, and covered Miao Cun's lips with one hand.

"Hmm—" Miao Cun struggled a bit, Luo Minghan kissed his ear tip lightly, and turned his phone to the outside.

"He still has an exam, don't delay him."

Miao Cun's body froze instantly, and his voice was hoarse in his chest.It's Teacher Luo!

The mobile phone was confiscated by Luo Minghan a long time ago. I don't know if Mr. Luo has noticed something wrong with him these days, and has he looked for him?

Luo Minghan turned his face to look at him meaningfully, and said with a broken smile: "He is in the hospital with a broken bone and can't walk. You don't care about his body, but only care about his grades, he will be sad."

Luo Yuanhe didn't bother to care about his nonsense, and endured it: "Luo Minghan, Miao Cun is an adult and has the right to choose."

Moaning, Miao Cun kicked over the easel, and was covered by Luo Minghan even more forcefully.

"Choose what? Choose you, or me?"

The phone call suddenly fell silent.

"Luo Yuanhe, what standpoint do you use to say this? Why, do you think Miao Cun likes you?"

Miao Cun's struggle stopped, his eyes were wide open, and he held his breath together.

There are traces of signal impurities coming out of the earpiece, which sounds distorted.

After a long time, Luo Yuanhe said, "I know he likes me."

Like stepping into the void, the feeling of weightlessness instantly looted the whole body.

Teacher Luo knew that he liked him?He already knew...not only that he and Luo Minghan were together vaguely, but also that he liked him.Teacher Luo will understand that he has never bothered to imitate any master's student, so cheaply found for himself the most fake fake.

But he knew, why did he stop him from speaking that day?Why do you have to stop him so flustered and resolutely?Why do you keep a distance from him indifferently, and pretend to take care of and care for him ignorantly?

He was afraid of hearing the truth.

Does he dare not face his liking...?

Luo Minghan narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth and let out a snort: "You are really confident."

"Why Miao Cun is with you, I don't know, but he is not someone you can use to coerce, Luo Minghan—don't forget, he was saved by you yourself, don't be so cruel to him."

"Who is the person who is cruel to him?" Luo Minghan asked coldly, "What right do you have to say about me? Luo Yuanhe, you like your students, but you don't dare to go beyond the city. You want to be a good example, and you want to have a clean reputation. He is morally noble, I let go, do you dare to be with him? Risking the great disgrace of the world, the risk of being stabbed in the back by everyone, and taking him together to be scolded by his parents, close relatives, and smeared by the whole school, society and all the media Water, do you dare? Will you?"

Miao Cun kept his eyes open and did not dare to blink until the sockets of his eyes were sore.

Luo Yuanhe's tired and calm voice came from the public release: "I really like him."

The eyelashes fluttered lightly, and finally the eye sockets did not dare to bear the burden, and blinked away the tears that had been accumulated for a long time.

Teacher Luo likes him.

Brother Luo likes him.

Luo Yuanhe likes him.

Because of such joy and despair, Miao Cun's shoulders trembled, and tears slipped into Luo Minghan's fingers holding him.

Luo Minghan kissed the tears on his cheek, salty and bitter.He put his lips close to Miao Cun's ear, and the voice in his breath was cold and sour: "Baby, look at me."

Miao Cun subconsciously raised his eyes, the dark eyes were full of tears, like washed obsidian, with light shining inside, which was the reflection of the moonlight in his life.

Because his eyes were so bright, it seemed that he had no fear of all the tribulations and setbacks in the world for an instant, Luo Minghan was taken aback for a moment, and then there was an overwhelming sharp throbbing pain.

Luo Yuanhe wiped his face and took a deep breath: "I'm waiting for him to grow up, when he graduates, he has the right to choose, and I will let him choose."

Luo Minghan suppressed the pain in his heart and laughed mockingly: "What now? Do you still think so? Luo Yuanhe, I don't think you know what is engraved on Miao Cun's bracelet——the initials of Luo Minghan's three characters, Do you know what it means? It means he has me in his heart. Do you think he wants to be with you? If he really wants to be with you so much, why would he go home with me to meet his parents? Do you think this Is it reasonable? He held my hand and met my parents, and slept in the same bed with me on New Year’s Eve. Do you think——does he look like he wants to be with you? He’s not stupid, it’s all like this, All the possibilities with you have been ruined, how can he choose? How else can you choose? To be with your brother's fiancee, to be made into a bitch, a white-eyed wolf, and a beast that violates human ethics? "

You fart!Don't listen to his nonsense!Miao Cun broke his arm forcefully, and opened his mouth to bite his palm until his teeth were deeply bitten in, but Luo Minghan did not let go.

Blood seeped into the lines of the palm and covered Miao Cun's chin.

Luo Minghan didn't even frown, and said calmly and firmly, "Luo Yuanhe, let me teach you a fact, all of which show that Miao Cun never planned to have a future with you from the very beginning. It's what children like. Has he ever kissed you? Has he ever hugged you? Has he acted like a baby in your arms? I told you Brother Luo, you kissed me, said he wanted it, said he liked it, said he felt Is it comfortable? A child's liking is nothing more than that, and you are nothing more than that."