Please don't be so hard on me!

The texture of the palm was almost bitten off by Miao Cun, and when the phone was hung up, Luo Minghan finally let go of him, blood trickled down the fingers into the carpet, making a tick-tick sound.

His whole arm was shaking in pain, and he could only forcefully strangle his wrist with his right hand.When I raised my hand, I could see the love line, career line, and life line that were blurred with blood and seemed to be broken halfway. The skin and muscles were turned outwards, and the bite was so hard that the teeth marks could no longer be recognized.

Miao Cun's entire chin and lips were covered in blood, and the entanglement that was constantly cut and unclear disappeared from his eyes. He looked at Luo Minghan, only anger and hatred remained in his eyes.

Miao Cun ignored the dense sweat on Luo Minghan's forehead and the trembling inhalation sound, he just gasped and held back his tears, desperately trying to snatch the phone: "Give me the phone—give me the phone!" Give me!"

The chair made a harsh scratching sound on the tile floor, and then was kicked over in the fierce struggle and struggle, and fell down together with the coffee table and easel, and the paint tray was knocked upside down on the carpet, leaving an ugly, never-before-seen Cleaned up imprints.

Luo Minghan clutched the phone tightly with his bleeding hand, and looked at Miao Cun in disbelief, panting, "Miao Miao, why are you doing this to me?"

His palms hurt so much, why can't Miao Cun see his pain and his blood?Obviously, obviously, when socializing was uncomfortable before, he would still accompany him, take care of him, pour him hot water, and ask him: Brother Luo, are you feeling uncomfortable?

Why not ask now?Why don't you even want to take a look.

The blood was bright and dazzling, the smell of blood permeated the air, and the shirt was damp and greasy on the body.Miao Cun suppressed him on the ground, those hands—the slender hands that Luo Minghan had kissed countless times, pinched Luo Minghan's neck heavily, trying to open his fingers, his moist eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes : "Give me the phone... What about you? Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me?!"

Luo Minghan coughed and laughed in a low voice, but tightly closed his fist that could easily swing out to knock Miao Cun over, and finally caressed Miao Cun's face with infinite fascination: "It's useless, you and Luo Yuanhe have no fate, you are destined There is no fate."

With a sudden force in his arm, he clasped the back of Miao Cun's head and neck, pressing him towards himself.From the distance of smelling each other, Luo Minghan's almost crazy eyes were filled with paranoia and pain: "Since Luo Yuanhe joked with me that he had a girlfriend, and since I casually told you that he had a girlfriend, you are destined to be only It can be separated in one shot!"

The blood on Miao Cun's chin and lips had already solidified, but he was dizzy with tears again, "It was you, it was you who insisted on pestering me, it was you who wanted to invite me to dinner, and you chased me to my house, if it wasn't you, If you hadn't lied to me, Teacher Luo and I... and Teacher Luo..."

All the fate should have come to an abrupt end after that oolong outside the banquet hall.

If Luo Minghan hadn't gone to the University City, hadn't seen him fighting with those punks, hadn't tricked him into getting into the car...if Luo Minghan hadn't chased him after him, if—if Luo Minghan hadn't casually said "Luo Yuanhe was with him in France... The Goddess of the Goddess reunites after a long absence and is already together"... Then everything will not happen today.Even if Miao Cong threatened him with that sketch paper, he would never think of asking Luo Minghan to pretend to be a boyfriend, so that there would be no entanglement in the future.

The gear of fate always starts from an inconspicuous pebble on the side of the road. There is no sign, no law, and it turns faster and faster, and turns more and more crazily, until everyone is engulfed in it, and they are all kidnapped in this lost car. controlled chariot.Many, many years later, when people look back and see all the textures and traces clearly, they will sigh and say, "If we were braver at the beginning, would the ending be different?"

But there is no if, the creation of fate begins by chance, but all the paths forward have long been written in the character—it is like DNA, forged by genetics, family, and growth experience.

Luo Minghan laughed loudly, and the hands clasping the back of his head were as firm as a clamp, "Yes, it's all because of me. If I hadn't said that sentence too much, how could I be with you? I don't regret it at all... He gritted his teeth and gasped, gritted his teeth and said, "Baby, do you know what this means? It means that you and Luo Yuanhe have no fate! A misunderstanding that can be explained by just one phone call can make you all go wrong in your life. Even God doesn't want to see you together!"

A tear mixed with blood flowed through Miao Cun's eyes, across his trembling lips and bloody chin, and fell heavily on Luo Minghan's face like a drop of rain.

That was the longest second in Luo Minghan's life. It was as if the stop button had been pressed on time and space, and the sound, breath, and color all disappeared together.He even stared blankly, blinking his eyes.

I don't know why, in this pure white silence, what he thought in his heart was, so you love him so much.

He really wanted to kiss Miao Cun to comfort his pain, his lips were trembling, and he was about to touch him, but Miao Cun held his breath and cried, his clenched fist finally hit Luo Minghan's face.

Luo Minghan froze for a moment, the pain in his body hadn't leaked from his bones, but the pain in his heart had already cost him half his life.

Since he was a child, Miao Cun has been a good fighter, and every time he punches, he is steady and ruthless, but today he lost his tricks and just landed messily on Luo Minghan's eye sockets, nose bridge, mouth corners, and temples.

Punch after punch.

Until the originally whitish phalanges turned red.

Until Luo Minghan's face was mottled blue and red.

His fists until the blood covered his face.

Luo Minghan never fought back, nor did he dodge, he swung his fist in front of his eyes, he didn't even blink his eyes, he just kept staring at Miao Cun's face, the corners of his lips curled up weakly.

He really wanted to see Miao Cun's expression.

When exhausted, Miao Cun's fist slowed down.He knelt down panting with expressionless face, sweat dripped on Luo Minghan's skinned wound, but Luo Minghan couldn't feel the pain anymore.Slowly, he hugged Miao Cun into his arms, bound his arms and locked his legs, and whispered in his ear, "Don't go."

·

After Dr. Yu performed the last operation, he rushed from the hospital to the address given by Luo Minghan without stopping.

He thought that Luo Minghan had exhausted him again, but when the combination lock was opened, what he saw was a mess.

"...Is this... a war?" Dr. Yu was carrying the medicine box, and he still wanted to joke, but soon he couldn't laugh.He saw Miao Cun sitting on the sofa with his knees bent, his hands and feet bound by ties, one green and one lake blue, he always felt familiar, and vaguely remembered that Luo Minghan liked it very much.

The instigator was lying on the sofa half dead, and didn't get up when he heard the voice, his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper: "You are here."

Dr. Yu followed the prestige, carefully went over the debris, tables and chairs all over the floor, and found Luo Minghan.

"Fuck," he looked at him with a bruised nose and swollen face in shock, "What are you, are you fighting a duel?" He looked at Miao Cun who had never said a word, and he knew it, "Okay, I know, one-sided Get beaten."

Sitting down next to him, he looked closer, only to find that the situation was more serious than he had imagined, and immediately restrained his expression: "I'm not kidding, you have to go to the hospital for treatment, it's best to take an X-ray to see if there is a concussion and Congestion."

He opened the medicine box, ready to do simple emergency treatment first, Luo Minghan said wearily: "Take care of Miaomiao first."

He was probably injured so badly that it was difficult to speak, and he stopped talking after he finished speaking.

Doctor Yu could only sit next to Miao Cun again, "Where is the injury?"

Miao Cun didn't say a word, his folded hands rested on his knees, blood was all over the back of his hands.

Dr. Yu inspected it with the naked eye and confirmed that the injury was only on the hand.In other words, this was indeed just a one-sided beating, and Miao Cun's injury was left because he was too devoted to the beating.With a silent sigh in my heart, I gently wiped his wound with iodophor cotton balls, and asked with a smile, "Is he in need of a beating? We all wanted to beat him a long time ago."

Miao Cun's eyes moved, and he glanced at Luo Minghan emotionlessly.

Compared with dealing with Miao Cun who is familiar with the road, Dr. Yu is much more cautious when dealing with Luo Minghan.The palms of his hands were obviously inflamed, and he wiped a dozen cotton balls to wipe off the blood stains on them.The flesh was bitten off, and Dr. Yu helped him wrap the gauze: "Wipe it with iodophor twice a day, don't touch the water, and don't use force, and apply ointment after the scabs start to form. If you are lucky, you can barely leave scars."

Luo Minghan looked indifferent, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his eyes were swollen.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

"Won't die."

An hour has passed since everything was processed.Luo Minghan handed him the room card: "Give it to Aunt Qian for me, and I will tell her the rest—when you leave, lock the door from the outside and reset the password casually, you don't need to tell me."

In this way, no one can open the door when they are in the room.

Miao Cun raised his eyes and looked at Luo Minghan in disbelief.

The one surnamed Yu was also stunned: "Are you sick?"

Luo Minghan sneered self-deprecatingly: "You know best if I'm sick or not."

Although he looked so embarrassed, the look in Luo Minghan's eyes was determined and deep. Doctor Yu took the room card and said meaningfully: "Don't play yourself to death."

As soon as he left, the huge leap layer returned to the empty and deserted quietness, and even the wind passed by more lightly.

Luo Minghan returned to Miao Cun's side and helped him untie his hands and feet.

"You can't lock me up forever."

"I know."

"I'm going to get out sooner or later."

"I know."

"As soon as I go out, I will look for Luo Yuanhe."

Luo Minghan paused and rolled up his tie: "I know."

Miao Cun thought of something, and looked at Luo Minghan strangely, as if looking at a lunatic: "What are you going to do to Luo Yuanhe these few days? - Luo Minghan, he is your own brother!"

Luo Minghan twisted the two ties in his palms, and he laughed uglyly: "Miaomiao, what kind of person am I in your heart? Am I a monster who breaks the law and doesn't have any affection or humanity?"

"do not you?"

Luo Minghan curled his lips, but his eyes were sad: "I see, little monster."

He reached out to touch his little monster's face, but was slapped away coldly in disgust.

"Do not touch me."

·

Because he knew that sooner or later he would go out and see Luo Yuanhe, every morning when he opened his eyes, there was light in Miao Cun's eyes.

He welcomed every day of his imprisonment like a new student, and would take the initiative to run to the balcony, open the glass window, and blow the wind for a long, long time.

Luo Minghan looked at him and saw that his arms were resting on the window sill, his pointed chin rested on the folded forearms, his eyes were squinted by the wind.It was already the time when the sound of cicadas could be heard, Miao Cun's face was almost transparent by the sun, and the corners of his lips were raised from beginning to end.

It was difficult for Luo Minghan to say "Baby, look at me", because Miao Cun would rather look at the sky, at the uninspiring green plants in the community, at the security guards standing guard saluting over and over again, at the slow-moving vehicles, than at him.

Although the surname Yu has been advising him to quit smoking, every time like this, Luo Minghan can only light up cigarettes and smoke one after another.

As long as Miao Cun watched the sky, he watched him.The smoke was lingering, blurring his severely injured and swollen face.After smoking for a long time, I smiled.He shouldn't have answered Luo Yuanhe's phone call, but the moment he saw his name, the boring possessiveness and provocation instantly prevailed.He really wanted to show off in front of Luo Yuanhe, wanted to kiss Miao Cun on the phone, and let him hear Miao Cun's nice voice panting lightly.He even wanted to press out the entanglement, hesitation and cowardice in Luo Yuanhe's heart, and heard him say in person: "I like Miao Cun, but because of you I choose to quit."

But he underestimated his brother's determination and stubbornness.

Luo Yuanhe has never been rebellious since he was a child. He has his own world. Apart from art, everything else can be compromised, and other bottom lines can be discussed.When Luo Minghan came out to him at the age of 19, he was in his studio, and he just knocked on his door, "Hey, Luo Yuanhe," he said, "I like men, and it's up to you to have children. "Luo Yuanhe didn't have any hesitation, just said lazily: "Got it."

This is their tacit understanding. Luo Yuanhe knows better than anyone else how much Luo Minghan, who was born only 1 minute earlier than him, sacrificed for him and how much he helped.A painter is precious, and Luo Minghan helped him do all the daily filial piety such as doing housework and lifting heavy objects.During New Years and holidays, relatives would joke and say: "Hey, how much money can you make by studying art?" Luo Minghan would hook his neck and say casually: "Study art can make you a great artist, I will earn the money." He came early University, but the living expenses of a college student can't keep up with Luo Yuanhe's monthly painting materials, let alone his teacher's teaching fee for a class.Because Luo Minghan never complained about not having enough money, Luo's mother always thought that he had enough, until she found out that he hadn't bought a new pair of sneakers for the whole semester, "For playing, occasionally, one pair is enough."

Luo Minghan knew that a moral shackle was always around Luo Yuanhe's neck.Even if he doesn't say, force, or kidnap, Luo Yuanhe himself can't ignore it, and he can't break free.

·

In this house hung under Luo Minghan's name, Luo Minghan became a transparent shadow.

He was just sitting, standing, lying and walking in the house, other than moving the air, he couldn't even leave a phantom in Miao Cun's eyes.The good thing is that after he cooks, Miao Cun starts to move his chopsticks, and he will eat and drink seriously. When he occasionally raises his eyes, the smile in his heart reaches his eyes. Luo Minghan knows that smile has nothing to do with him, and his heart hurts, but he still Will respond to Miao Cun with a smile.

Miao Cun was immersed in his own world, and when he returned to that undefended state, he would put his chin on his hands and say stupidly: "You know, I cut my arm in a fight, and I don't want to go to the hospital, Brother Luo Bought gauze and iodine, but he couldn't bandage at all."

Luo Minghan smiled and listened to him quietly.

"But after only one day, he learned."

Luo Minghan didn't tell him, that's because he was the one who bandaged him that day, and he was the one who rushed out from the university after skipping class in a hurry.

"He learned it for me." When Miao Cun's face became hot, he would put it on his arm to cool down, just like a child.

What he said to Luo Minghan was not to reconcile with him, nor did he have any tender thoughts, but just needed a radio and an answering machine.Even if the person sitting in front of him was an old man playing chess in the park, he would still speak so sweetly.After finishing speaking, Gu Gu left from the dining table and went to draw in the studio, humming a tune unconsciously.Luo Minghan knew that it was taught to him by his mother.

When sleeping at night, although he could still hug him tightly from behind, Luo Minghan knew that he would probably never be able to enter Miao Cun's dream.

On the contrary, he himself would have many, many dreams in one night.Those dreams are very good, it seems that I want to take advantage of the dreams, take advantage of these few days, and dream all the best things imaginable one by one.

Holding Miao Cun and dreaming about this must be better than dreaming about it when I fall asleep alone in the future.

It doesn't seem so pitiful.

In the dream, sometimes he accompanied Miao on a self-driving trip in France, sometimes he took him to the playground, sometimes the two got married, and even the clothes and other flowers in the dream were clearly in the dream, and there were children on the lawn Running around and blowing bubbles, Luo Minghan's fingertips punctured it. There seemed to be a "boo" in the silence, and he woke up.

When he woke up, his heart was cold and sweaty. Thinking of the end of the dream, Miao Cun took a bouquet of flowers and walked towards the face that was exactly the same as his. Also do not return.

When he woke up from the dream, Luo Minghan hugged Miao Cun even tighter than before falling asleep, no matter how tight it was, it was as if he was hiding Miao Cun in his body.

Miao Cun opened his eyelids, looked at him in a daze for two seconds, and called him "Brother Luo" obediently, while skillfully turning over and snuggling into his arms.

If it was before, Luo Minghan would ask him stubbornly, who are you calling?call me by my name.But he would not be so self-defeating now.

On the desk in the study room, there was a desk calendar, and Luo Minghan noticed circles drawn on it.That was the date when he put Miao Cun under house arrest, and the orthographic characters were drawn next to it, and it has been drawn halfway from the very beginning to now.

Because of always cooking, washing and preparing vegetables, the palms of the hands that never healed and were always eroded caused burning pain.

This silent confrontation could not last long, Luo Minghan cut off many calls from Luo Yuanhe and his family, he knew that sooner or later someone would find this place.

He took a meaningless thing that was already at the end of the road to the point where it was even more hopeless.

Luo Minghan finally asked: "Just three days, and another three days with me as before, and I will let you out."

"No." Miao Cun lightly refused him, painting strokes of paint.

He even changed his paintings, from gloomy to bright, from Russia to South France, every color is transparent and bright.

"Isn't it okay for three days?" Luo Minghan was quiet for a while, and asked gently, as if he was discussing the price of a catty of candy, asking the boss if he could pay less. After all, he can only afford so much, but he really wants to try it. have a taste.

"Why is it possible?" Miao Cunleng asked indifferently, but the ending sound was rising, "I'm not stupid, you will let me out sooner or later, why did you agree to you? I don't like you."

Luo Minghan thought for a while: "Just take it as a reward for saving you once."

It's kind of ridiculous for him to get to the point of saying something like that.

Miao Cun stopped writing, and raised his eyes hesitantly: "Luo Minghan, don't do this, I will repay you in the future, my paintings will be more expensive than Mr. Luo's, I will draw ten, one hundred for you, and hang them full , let you earn [-] to [-] million."

"I don't want it." Luo Minghan curled his lips, "I only want these three days."

This is the once and only transaction in this life. He was desperate and embarrassed. He was a gambler who lost everything. He took out the only gold coin in his pocket.

This gold coin was originally magical, and it was the best memory between them, the best past. After saying this, it became an ordinary, old and rusty copper coin. He will never think of the person who saved him back then.

"I can not do it."

"Just treat me as Luo Yuanhe."