Please don't be so hard on me!

After Luo Minghan and the others entered the territory of Ningxia, Luo Yuanhe took care of the affairs in France and boarded the flight back to China.

The air ticket was booked after discussion with Luo Minghan. It was transferred from Dubai and finally landed at Yinchuan International Airport.On the night of booking the plane ticket, Luo Minghan was smoking a cigarette vigorously. There was really that inexplicable emotional resonance between the twins. Even if tens of thousands of kilometers were separated, even if Luo Minghan hadn't spoken on the phone, Luo Yuanhe could do anything. felt.

The air ticket is in the final stage of payment, Luo Yuanhe said casually: "I can also go directly to the hospital and wait for you."

To go to Yinchuan, you have to go around a big circle and walk hundreds of kilometers, but if you go deeper, you can see the desert. Luo Minghan finally said: "Let Miaomiao choose."

He walked up to Miao Cun and asked, "Do you want to go to the desert to see the stars?"

Miao Cun said, "Thought."

He didn't know why these two short words made Luo Minghan's face show such an expression, it was the pain that swept over him in an instant, but after that, his eyes softened, as if in this second, he and Fate reconciled, he accepted his fate, and said to himself, all this should be like this.He looked at Miao Cun, hooked his lips, and then said to the other end of the phone: "You heard it."

Miao Cun didn't know that after watching this scene, he was going to send the person in front of him away.

The stars in the desert are indeed different from those seen in the cities and villages. Miao Cun has seen the starry sky for so many days along the way, and he never gets tired of looking at it. When he arrived in the desert, as soon as the sun set and the sky darkened, he raised his eyes and his whole body They all froze.

The whole universe is twinkling for him, all the stars are twinkling at him.

Luo Minghan bought him a small box of firework sticks, and Miao Cun lit them one by one with a lighter. The sparks sparked in his hand, illuminating his focused side face. When he lowered his hand, those sparks fell in clusters. Like a cascade of golden meteors.

There is also a caravan for self-driving tour parked in the caravan camp. It is a young couple with a big golden retriever with golden hair and fluffy hair.

Miao Cun doesn't like talking to people, but he gets along well with animals, although this animal is much more majestic than peacocks, rabbits, and damselflies.

The couple showed him how smart the dog was and yelled a lot of commands, while Luo Minghan smoked beside him, and the red star on his fingertips never broke.Tired from playing, everyone sat down and drank beer, "You look so good-looking." The hostess couldn't help but compliment Miao Cun, "You are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen."

Miao Cun became tense all over, turned around without saying a word, buried his head and hurried away, his hands clenched into fists.

Seeing this, Luo Minghan hurried over to explain: "He is very introverted, and he is very afraid of being praised."

The girl waved her hand awkwardly.

After a while, Miao Cun, who got into the RV, came back, came out with a honeydew melon, and stuffed it into her arms.

The girl couldn't be dealt with by him, she hugged the melon stupidly, "Send it to me?"

Miao Cun nodded.

She was flattered and couldn't laugh or cry, "Because I praised you for looking good?"

Miao Cun lowered his head and pinched his palm with his fingertips. After a long time, he nodded again.

The boy touched Luo Minghan with a beer bottle and asked, "Your boyfriend?"

Luo Minghan looked at the figure of Miao Cun stroking the dog: "No, a child from a friend's house."

"Well, seeing how close you are, I thought you were a couple." The other party smiled, "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't offend you."

"He's a little shy, so I took him out for a walk."

Although he had already realized that Miao Cun was not as simple as "scaring of strangers", the boy still politely said "Oh" without probing.

Miao Cun has been listening to this conversation, and when Luo Minghan casually said that he is a child of a friend's family, he suddenly turned his head and gave Luo Minghan a blank look.The golden retriever yelled at him again and wagged its tail, Miao Cun suddenly felt bored.

"where to go tomorrow?"

"Yinchuan."

This is the way back, the boy asked: "Are you ready to go back?"

"It's almost time."

Miao Cun heard it again.

He no longer plays with dogs, but just stays obediently on the sand dune alone, repeatedly inserting his fingers into the fine sand, and then pulling the sand to bury his feet, as if he never tires of playing.

The young couple went back to rest, and the campfire beer and honeydew melon all night turned into garbage, bundled in white garbage bags, waiting to be taken away and thrown away in the morning.

Luo Minghan sat down beside Miao Cun, and Miao Cun asked, "Are you Auntie's friend?"

Asked inexplicably, Luo Minghan said: "It's sort of."

"I'm a child of a friend's family?"

With his chin resting on his knees, he played with the sand, squeezed it tightly, and watched it flow through his fingers.

Luo Minghan knew that he had heard the conversation just now.

"My illness will be cured," Miao Cun said in a rambling manner, "and I'm almost cured, can I not go to the hospital? It's not winter yet, and the river hasn't frozen yet, so there's nothing to see , shall we go back to Xishuangbanna?"

"Don't you want to go to France?" Luo Minghan asked, "You can't go to France until you are fully recovered. You can't get better in Xishuangbanna."

"You can't draw, so you won't go to France with me at all."

Luo Minghan had known for a long time that his poor-quality brushstrokes could not be fooled by Miao Cun's eyes, so he said casually: "I can draw, but I was afraid that I could draw better than you, and you would be sad. If you don't believe me, let me try again tomorrow. "

"Try now."

"It's too late now, it's getting dark, how can I paint?"

Miao Cun felt that what he said made sense, and after thinking about it, he felt relieved, but the uneasiness in his heart was still lingering, and he couldn't get rid of it, which even made his heart ache.Based on his life experience and the thinking of a primary school student, it is impossible to find the reason for this sadness.

He turned his head, his eyes were illuminated by stars: "Luo Minghan, I'm in so much pain."

The smoke fell from Luo Minghan's fingers, and the red star collided with the cold desert at night, and was quickly extinguished.He looked at Miao Cun in disbelief: "What did you call me?"

The expression on Miao Cun's face was empty, he was stunned for a long time, and said, "Luo Minghan." But then he asked blankly, "Who is Luo Minghan?"

It was like a name that appeared out of thin air, and suddenly got into his mind.

The pain that was deliberately suppressed all night washed away like a torrent of Luo Minghan's guarded gate. He didn't dare to lose his composure, so he had to turn around abruptly. However, the night was so dark that Miao Cun didn't see clearly that he was clenching his teeth tightly. As for the side face that was as stiff as a stone carving.

He answered Miao Cun's question: "He is nobody, it doesn't matter."

There were still two firework sticks left to play, and Miao Cun took one in both his left and right hands, and his interest was not as high as before. He just stood still in boredom, waiting for the sparks to burn to the end.When the burning was almost over, his body fell into Luo Minghan's arms.

He had never hugged him like this before, his arms were drawn tightly and his face was buried in the hollow of his neck.Miao Cun pressed his back against his chest, feeling the scorching body temperature and his slow heartbeat.

If you only listen to the heartbeat, you will feel that this is probably an old man who is dying, because the beating is really too slow, as if the heart is so heavy, it weighs more than ten thousand junctures, and every beat is just lingering .

Miao Cun slightly turned his face to the side. He resisted such intimate contact at first, but soon he let his hands hang down and his body relaxed, "Does your heart hurt too?" He said to himself: "It seems that the desert is not suitable for living. If you live for a long time, your heart will hurt."

Luo Minghan let out a muffled laugh, and smiled, tears streaming down the neckline of Miao Cun's T-shirt.

The desert at night is terrifying. Even if you are sleeping in an RV, you can feel the wind whimpering badly, and the stars are ugly. The dark dunes undulate like fierce beast spines.Myu had a strange dream all night in the wind.The next day, when we were washing up, he walked around Luo Minghan, talking non-stop: "I had a lot of dreams yesterday, do you know that 'Luo Minghan' is not a good thing."

With a "poof", Luo Minghan choked on the mouthwash and coughed, holding his toothbrush and doubting his life.

"He destroyed the painting I gave him."

"He actually slapped me."

"He let his ex-boyfriend bully me."

"No way." Luo Minghan hesitantly defended himself, how could Xi Xiaohan's account be "give up" by him...

"He gave me a fever."

"..."

"The ass is rotten." Miao Cun muttered in a low voice.

Luo Minghan threw the toothbrush into the cup, wiped his mouth, his face was scratched, he tried to be expressionless and said: "That was an accident."

"You know again."

"Just guessing," Luo Minghan stroked his hair, "You are so cute, no one should be willing to treat you so badly."

"But he did destroy my painting." Miao Cun said, "I woke up from my dream."

"He must have been very sad then."

"I gave him a painting. If he doesn't like it, he doesn't have to. Why destroy it?" Miao Cun recalled that grotesque dream, "I painted very hard."

In the long silence, Luo Minghan felt vaguely that he seemed to have made a huge mistake, a stupid, outrageous mistake that he would never have the chance to make up for.

While eating breakfast, Miao Cun was still talking about his dream.He likes to eat soft-boiled eggs, but every time he can't avoid puncturing the soft-boiled eggs, the golden egg liquid flows all over the plate, and he sulks at the plate.

"He cooks delicious food."

"really."

"When it was snowing, he took me to eat. In the open-air pavilion, the wind was blowing. I don't understand." Miao Cun said, "Why do I have to freeze when I eat?"

Luo Minghan hooked his lips: "You didn't say it was cold."

"I saw that he looked like he thought he was very romantic, and I couldn't bear to disappoint him."

Luo Minghan nodded, with the corners of his lips curled up, making people feel gentle: "I see."

"I'm most afraid of the cold."

Luo Minghan said, "I will know next time."

"I want to tell him, but I can't see his face clearly. I want to talk, but I can't." Miao Cun took a sip of orange juice and gestured, "The me in the dream and the me in the dream are two people. Can see, can't talk, so it's a nightmare."

"I don't understand why he came with others to lie to me, saying that he fell in love with others."

"Maybe he's at a loss."

Miao Cun pointed to his head quite seriously: "I think he's broken here."

Luo Minghan laughed, and snorted in his breath, and looked at Miao Cun with nostalgic eyes: "Well, it's so bad that it's almost scrapped." He wiped his mouth with a white napkin and said, "Such an annoying person, don't dream about it again next time." .”

After thinking about it, I asked a question: "Do you hate him?"

Miao Cun was taken aback by this question, blinked, said nothing, and lowered his head to continue eating soft-boiled eggs.Luo Minghan assumed that he had acquiesced, although he knew it already, the pain at that moment was still numb to his fingertips.

Miao Cun ate a few bites obediently, and he sipped his silver fork, "I don't hate it either."

Luo Minghan was suspicious of hearing hallucinations.

"I told you, you'd be sad."

"why?"

"Because I seem to like him a little bit in the dream, you definitely don't like me liking others." Miao Cun said understandingly, "But don't worry, this is just a weird dream, I don't even know what he looks like. "

Having said that, he raised his eyes, took a look at Luo Minghan, stretched out his hand, and covered Luo Minghan's eyes in the air. After a few glances, he turned to cover his lips and chin.

Holding the knife and fork, Luo Minghan sat upright and did not dare to move.

Miao put his hands down, his face was reddish from the sun after nine o'clock, and he said unnaturally: "If he grows like you, it will be over."