Please don't be so hard on me!

From the day he came to Xishuangbanna, Luo Minghan has been trying to contact Luo Yuanhe, using all the methods he knows.He even found friends in France, went to the artist village in Fontainebleau to find Luo Yuanhe, and also went to the university where he was a guest, but no one knew where Luo Yuanhe went.

Luo Yuanhe, who is now evaporated in the world, made a phone call, and shone like a blinding pale light into a dark cave.So the dream of self-deception in the cave should come to an end.

"Why don't you speak?"

Luo Minghan swallowed, lifted the quilt and got up: "Wait a minute, I'll change places."

He had a high fever and slept all day and night, pain oozing from the crevices of his bones, as soon as he moved, his eyes suddenly went dark.The muffled snort startled Miao Cun. He held his pen and looked back at Luo Minghan hesitantly.

Luo Yuanhe also asked on the other end of the phone: "Are you sick again?"

"No, I have a little fever."

He put on his shoes, put on his coat, and opened the door.It is drizzling outside the door, but the whole yard has been soaked, the grass roots and mud are soft and soaked in the muddy water, and raindrops are dripping under the tile eaves, everyone should know to hide in the house To go, but Luo Minghan seemed to have lost his mind, and stepped out without hesitation.

"What happened to Miao Cun?"

"I was stimulated and returned to the state of autism, and I can't remember the past clearly." Luo Minghan said this sentence so casually.

Luo Yuanhe was silent for a long time.

"He has autism, you never knew about it, did you?" Luo Minghan asked him mockingly.

"He didn't mention it."

"Who would tell others that he had a mental illness?"

"Why did it relapse?"

"What do you say?"

This time, both ends of the phone fell into a common silence.

"How is he now?"

"I still remember you, a little."

Luo Yuanhe breathed deeply inaudibly, but was caught by Luo Minghan: "Feel uncomfortable? Don't feel uncomfortable, he doesn't remember anyone except you, and he doesn't want to know anyone."

Before listening to what Luo Yuanhe said, Luo Minghan noticed the movement behind him.Miao Cun was barefoot, his trousers were rolled up one long and the other short. After walking for a few steps, the muddy water splashed on his calves.

He looked into Luo Minghan's eyes and tugged on his sleeve.

When Luo Minghan saw his feet soaked in muddy water, his eyes twitched, his heart ached beyond measure.

"Go back." Miao Cun told him.

Luo Yuanhe vaguely heard: "Miao Miao is by your side?"

Luo Minghan ignored him, and nodded to Miao Cun: "You go back first."

Miao Cun said stubbornly, "You are sick."

"I'm fine."

Miao Cun seemed to be considering the authenticity of his words, so he raised his chin, looked at the rain, then at the rain stains on Luo Minghan's torn shirt, and finally stayed on his pale face: "Don't be sick anymore It’s over, the rain is over, you’re not well, when the weather clears, you want to accompany me to see the damselflies.”

After finishing speaking, he took Luo Minghan's hand, turned his head, and led him back to the cabin like walking through mountains and rivers.

The air is filled with clean water vapor, and it is already evening and sunset, but because there is no sun, it feels like this gloomy sky has no end.

Luo Minghan poured hot water into the basin and ordered Miao Cun to soak it.Holding the phone in one hand, he reached into the water with the other to wash Miao Cun's feet.His feet were white and slender, with beautiful arches, which were just right for being held in the palm of your hand.When Luo Minghan teased him, he always liked to hold his feet, kiss him, and raise his legs like this.

The sound of water came to Luo Yuanhe's ears through the microphone, but he didn't say a word, nor hung up the phone.

Miao Cun hissed and frowned.

"Hot?" Luo Minghan asked softly.

A small wound, perhaps pierced by a tough grass root, was soon discovered.Luo Minghan's hands are so wide, just with one hand, he can take good care of his feet.He skimmed off the foam on the water, spread the towel on his half-squatted knees, took Miao Cun's feet out of the water basin, and carried them into his arms.

"How is he now?" Luo Yuanhe asked.

"It's better than a month ago. I've already contacted the doctor." Luo Minghan said casually while wiping Miao Cun's toes, soles, heels, and calves with a towel, "I'll hang up first, and I'll get back to you later .”

Miao Cun propped his hands on the edge of the bed, carefree being treated so carefully by him.

The feet that had been soaked in hot water were powdery white, and each toenail was trimmed round. Luo Minghan held up his feet and gently pressed them against his face. He half-kneeled and raised his face to look at Miao. live.

The bed sheet was crumpled in Miao Cun's palm. For some reason, he felt a little nervous, and his body began to sweat.

He saw Luo Minghan turned his face away, and touched the back of his foot with his lips.It was just a very pious touch, without any color of desire.That touch only stayed on Miao Cun's skin for a short time, and was soon turned cold by the room temperature.

The sheets were wrinkled out of shape, and Miao Cun felt as if there were ten thousand ants scratching them in his heart. It was uncomfortable, but it didn't seem uncomfortable. He felt that this feeling was very strange.But it must not be love, because his mother had taught him many senses of love, none of which were like this.

Luo Minghan calmly washed and wiped his two feet, and then put them together under the quilt.The house was too damp, and the electric circuit had not been repaired for a long time. My aunt turned up the stove when she came in the morning. Now the whole wooden house is warm, and the air exudes the woody fragrance of the firewood being baked.Miao Cun sat on the bed: "Who called you?"

"a friend."

"You don't welcome him."

People who have returned to basics tend to have sharper intuition.When Miao Cun pointed it out so bluntly, Luo Minghan smiled: "No, he is a very good person."

Because Miao Cun forbade him to go out in the rain again, Luo Minghan could only call Luo Yuanhe back in front of him.

"Can I come back to see him?" Luo Yuanhe asked straight to the point this time.

Luo Minghan smiled inexplicably: "He's not with me, you can come back to see him at any time." After a pause, "Take him away when he recovers."

Miao Cun probably felt that he was talking about himself, so he leaned over and put his ear against Luo Minghan's, listening to the voice on the other side, and it was best not to speak ill of him.

The cuter he was, the more sour Luo Minghan's heart became, and he was reluctant to push him away, so he stroked his hair.

"I'm not used to you being like this all of a sudden." Luo Yuanhe said lightly over there.

"He's sick," Luo Minghan said calmly, "It doesn't matter if you or me, as long as he is happy, happy, and healthy."

Miao Cun looked at him suspiciously, with his lips pursed to one side, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"I only have one request."

"You said."

"Finally give me a few more days."

After hanging up the phone, Miao Cun exposed him: "Are you going to sell me?"

"How much do you think you are worth?"

"My paintings are very valuable." Miao Cun said.

"How many?"

"Anyway, it's definitely worth more than if you sold me." Miao Cun knelt down in front of him, "Don't sell me, okay? Otherwise, you will suffer a lot."

Luo Minghan touched his face: "I promise, I will never sell it, you are with me every day."

Miao Cun bit his lower lip, showing a very happy expression.

"I'm not a fool," he continued, "so if you lie to me, I'll know."

"No one thinks you are a fool, you just don't like to talk, you are headstrong, have a big temper, and you have a lot of forgetfulness, you just do what you like, and you only care about people you are willing to talk to," Luo Minghan curled his lips carelessly, "Such a man is the wisest man."

When he had nothing to do, he picked out a few photos, all of which were Miao Cun's paintings in this month, and those who ate watermelon, those who lay on the ground looking at the clouds, and those who hugged peacocks and rabbits. , Send the original picture to Luo Yuanhe.When doing these things, Luo Minghan was very calm, like a thief returning something to its original owner.

Luo Yuanhe asked: "He only remembers me, so how did you stay by his side?"

With his style, it must be a very casual question, and he may not have imagined that this question would hurt others so much.

"I told him my name is Luo Yuanhe."

Luo Yuanhe didn't return him.

It wasn't until Luo Minghan posted Miao Cun's painting that Luo Yuanhe asked, "What's it called?"

"The Unreachable River"

Luo Yuanhe said: "He has improved."

Probably it was adversity that made poets, and instead of going to school, they painted better.Luo Minghan laughed at himself, and didn't tell him that Miao Cun painted a lot of paintings like this, and they were all thrown into the fields as junk. When he became famous in the future, this would probably be another anecdote.

Another day passed, and the weather finally cleared up. The sun was shining fiercely, but it was not hot.The little uncle carried the net bag and took Miao Cun to the side of the small stream to catch fish.Set up the fishing net in the narrow and fast-flowing place, and you can reap the benefits of the fisherman.Miao Cun caught a damselfly, pinched its wings, looked at it against the sun, and felt that the wings seemed transparent.

Luo Minghan has been following up the procedure of Miao Cun's hospitalization and treatment intervention online. He sent Lily to deal with it. Doctor Zhou also has a general understanding of Miao Cun's situation and has given a preliminary plan.

Miao Cun took out a lively little crucian carp from his net pocket, and heard Luo Minghan ask: "Miao Miao, may I take you to see that river?"

"Which river?"

"The river in your painting."

"But I don't want to watch it anymore." Miao Cun said briskly.

"I want to see."

Miao Cun lowered his hands and looked at Luo Minghan, the little crucian carp slipped away from his grasp.

"I want to watch it with you."

See it again.

About the last time.

Miao Cun said, "Okay, but it's far away."

"We can drive there, or take a plane, but you have to be good when you fly."

"Let's drive, can we sleep in the car?" Miao Cun wondered.

"That's a rental car."

The little uncle asked worriedly, "Will it be unsafe if it's so far away? It's not easy to drive a RV either."

Anything adults object to must be interesting, and Miao Cun immediately said, "This is what I want!"

At dinner, they took this matter out and chatted.Luo Minghan's action has always been very fast, especially because he has an assistant who is on call at any time. He just proposed the plan in the afternoon, and in the evening he has already rented a car, checked the route and the RV camp along the way.

My aunt was speechless: "It's so fast, it seems like we're saying goodbye tomorrow!"

"No, the car arrives tomorrow, and I have to let Miao Cun get acquainted with it for a few more days, and then set off when he doesn't resist, so I can prepare my luggage."

"This child..." Auntie lowered her head and wiped her tears, "Fortunately, he met you."

My aunt didn't know that her heartfelt words were Luo Minghan's heartfelt words.

Luo Minghan pinched his cigarette pipe, coughed and laughed: "You don't know," he said with a smile, "If it happens again, he won't want to know me again."