Please don't be so hard on me!

There was only one RV in area E of the parking lot, and a tall and thin figure stood beside him. It was probably because of the unfamiliar environment with so many people that he was nervous, so he subconsciously held the rearview mirror of the car with one hand.

You can tell at a glance who he is waiting for and who he is looking for.

Luo Yuanhe's footsteps stopped for a moment, as if to build up his mind, and after a few seconds, he walked towards him.

Miao Cun turned his head back, his stared eyes met his, and then he let go of the hand holding the rearview mirror, pressed the corner of his upturned lips and ran towards him, but soon stopped hesitantly. Consciously stand up straight and tense.

He stood there, looking at the opposite person with some doubts.

"Didn't I tell you to wait in the car, why did you get off?" Luo Yuanhe asked.

Miao Cun hesitated, "Where have you been? Why have you been there for so long?"

"Meet a friend, picked up the luggage, and it's all right now."

In fact, Luo Yuanhe seldom lies. Unlike Luo Minghan, he is naturally good at disguising himself. He has no sense of moral guilt, only a sense of unscrupulous purpose.But Luo Yuanhe lied very naturally, his expression and tone were very calm, without the slightest bit of guilt or discomfort.

"Get in the car." He said, as if he had never parted from Miao Cun.

Miao Cun sat back in the co-pilot again, the doubt in his eyes never faded away.

It's so strange, I always feel that something is different, but it is exactly the same, as if I am doing a very difficult "please find the difference between the two pictures".

He watched Luo Yuanhe go around the front of the car and get into the car, sitting silently in the driver's seat, not knowing what he was waiting for.

In fact, Luo Yuanhe was familiarizing himself with the operating system of this RV. After half a minute, he inserted the key, ignited the car and put it in gear.

"You are not Luo Yuanhe." Miao Cun made a judgment in his heart.

The car slowly drove out of the parking space and merged into the queue that exited the gate.

Luo Yuanhe's face remained unchanged, and he asked calmly, "Why do you say that?"

"Your hair has changed."

"I'm afraid you'll wait too long and run away."

"The voice is different."

Although Luo Minghan has been trying his best to disguise himself this month, from his manner and speech to his voice, he is completely close to Luo Yuanhe, but no matter how he disguises himself, his voice cannot be fully reproduced.

"The desert is too dry, and my throat is uncomfortable." Luo Yuanhe said lightly, scanned the QR code to pay the parking fee, and drove the car to the elevated intersection.

Miao Cun bit his inner lip and stared at him unhappy, because he felt that Luo Yuanhe's lies were so perfunctory that even children couldn't be fooled.

Luo Yuanhe hooked his lips, "There is a certificate folder in the schoolbag, you can see for yourself."

Sure enough, Miao Cun went to look through his schoolbags. The car passed by on the road in front of the arrival hall, leaving behind the light braked taillights. When Luo Minghan chased him out, the red taillights had already reached the end of the road and soon turned into a tunnel.

The door of a taxi that was stopping to see off passengers was pulled open and slammed shut again.

Miao Cun took out his ID card and passport from the ID folder, and sure enough, the words "Luo Yuanhe" were written in black and white. The person in the ID photo had warm eyes, and was no different from the person driving the car in terms of temperament and appearance.

Miao Cun carefully stuffed the documents back, genuinely puzzled.

"We can make a game." Luo Yuanhe distracted him, "You can test me."

"My Dai name."

Luo Yuanhe supported the steering wheel, raised his eyebrows, and there was a smile in his voice: "Is it so difficult to get up? Ai Cun, Cuncun."

Miao Cun thought about it, and then asked, "Then what I'm best at?"

"Oil painting, fighting."

Miao Cun opened his lips and frowned, "What have I been painting recently?"

"A frozen river." Luo Yuanhe said by the way: "The painting is very good, more progress than before."

Miao Cun was holding his schoolbag in a daze. The person in front of him was indeed "Luo Yuanhe" and he had not changed his bag.

"Don't take the exam?"

Miao Cun didn't answer him, and played with his ID bag sullenly, and found two things, one was a photo of him and Luo Yuanhe in high school, which Luo Yuanhe put in the interlayer, and the other was a red string.No matter how sick and chaotic Miao Cun was, he never forgot anything about his mother.He could confirm at a glance that this was the blessing red rope woven by his mother.

This red string was cut, but it was stored together with important documents.

"Teacher Luo." Miao Cun called him in a daze.

For more than a month before, he always called Luo Yuanhe Luo Yuanhe, even with his first and last name, but today he suddenly called him Teacher Luo.

"En." Luo Yuanhe responded to him.

"One night, I dreamed that we went to France together..." Miao Cun said without beginning and end, and then stopped suddenly, vaguely remembering that he had told him about this dream, in this car.

Luo Yuanhe asked him to continue looking through his backpack, "There is a gift inside."

Miao Cun took out an envelope, he opened it, and took out a half-folded letter paper from the middle. The letter paper was in French, with a stamp on the lower right corner, which was the school's logo.

The chaotic black mist in his mind seemed to be split by a flash of lightning. Holding the letter paper, Miao Cun shivered like a shock, and suddenly looked up at him.

"The school has postponed your admission notice for you." Luo Yuanhe turned his face to the side, looked at him, and raised the corner of his lower lip very lightly: "Get well soon."

After exiting the airport expressway, the traffic diverged suddenly. There were few cars in the direction they were driving, and Miao Cun stared at the rearview mirror for a long time.

"what happened?"

"That car in the back is weird." He meant the taxi, "keeps behind us."

Luo Yuanhe glanced at him, realized something, and tightened his hand holding the steering wheel.

In the taxi, the driver became more and more uncertain, "I'm leaving Yinchuan soon, how long are you going to follow?"

The passenger in the back seat reported a place, and the driver stared at him. Finally, he was well-trained and didn't turn his head to stare at him—he suddenly raised his voice: "Where? What are you talking about?!"

The guests in the back seat sat with their arms crossed all the time, suppressing their impatience with a tired expression, and reported the place name again.

It's a place that people all over the country know.

The car turned suddenly on the driveway, triggering a series of thrilling horns from the rear: "I can't go here, I really can't go here." The driver shook his head like a rattle, "I'll let you get off at the front exit."

"fifty thousand."

The driver fell silent.Even if it is metered, this is ten times the normal fare.

He looked at the RV in front of him, and then looked at the guest in the rearview mirror again.He was handsome, but not full of energy, he was trying to focus on the car in front of him.No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a bad guy, he thought: "You are not a fugitive, are you?"

Luo Minghan gave a rare laugh.

·

The artist should have the most romantic personality, but Luo Yuanhe chose the fastest route very pragmatically. The whole journey is high-speed. Miao Cun can no longer wander around looking at the stars, flowers and flocks. , take him to a restaurant for dinner, and then find a place that Miao Cun likes to park for the night.

Miao Cun didn't want to eat in the restaurant, so Luo Yuanhe helped him pack it back, and the two ate in the car.

"Why don't you cook for me?"

How could Luo Yuanhe know how to cook?He can't even steam eggs, and he can't be fooled, so he can only say: "I'm tired of doing it."

"..."

"But this one is very salty."

Indeed a little.Luo Yuanhe paused with his chopsticks and put them down, "Eat instant noodles."

Boom, Miao Cun gently knocked his forehead on the dining table.

"what happened?"

"I'm growing up..." Miao Cun would rather die than live.

Luo Yuanhe was choked by him, how can I put it, the most frequent meals for the two of them in the past ten years are cup noodles, bread and McDonald's, there is no time to be pretentious when drawing, and it is commonplace to eat three meals a day with light bread and boiled water.He suddenly realized that Luo Minghan knew far better than him how to make Miao exist well in a physical sense.

Instant noodles are also eaten in the taxi, mainly for the driver, and the guests don't seem to be hungry.While eating, he caught a glimpse of a person getting off from the caravan and threw two buckets of instant noodles into the trash can.

The driver stopped with his face in his mouth, and watched the other party approaching in horror. The closer he got, the more confused he became-why did he look exactly like the customer behind him? !

The car window was knocked, and when the line was lowered, he threw a cigarette into it: "Why didn't you get on the plane?"

Luo Minghan pretended that he knew what to ask, but ignored him, and the two brothers smoked separately through a narrow car door.

"Miao Miao wants to eat your cooking." After a long time, Luo Yuanhe dusted off the cigarette ash.

"Find him a better restaurant and tell them to cook Southeast Asian cuisine... Forget it." Luo Minghan asked irritably, "Has he eaten yet?"

"I ate half a bowl of cup noodles."

Luo Minghan coughed from the smoke.

Miao Cun lay on the window and watched Luo Yuanhe chatting by the taxi for a few minutes. When he came back, he yawned and asked, "Do you know the person in the car? Did he follow us on purpose?"

"I don't know each other, I just dropped by."

"Isn't he a bad guy? Then what did you tell him in the past?"

"Ask him if he is a bad guy."

Miao Cun curled up his lips and smiled, gurgling water, and said pitifully, "Then can you cook for me tomorrow?"

Luo Yuanhe touched his face, but said nothing.

When I went to bed at night, the taxi disappeared.The night in October in the north was already very cold, Miao Cun wrapped his duvet tightly and wanted to get into Luo Yuanhe's arms, but somehow he didn't dare to make a mistake.He also wanted to ask the teacher if he could kiss, but when he moved his face closer, the lake in his heart seemed to be illuminated by the moonlight, very clear and clean, without any charming reverie.

When I got up the next day, I saw that the outside was covered with frost, and the sun was hanging red and round, strung behind the dark wires.Miao Cun got out of the car and stretched his muscles, his breath turned into a white mist, and he saw that taxi appeared again in a wrong eye.

It was so cold last night. I don't know where the people in the car slept. After all, they didn't enter a big city. There are no decent hotels in such a small county.

The driver yawned all over the place, hit half of the fight, and choked back abruptly.This time he saw Miao Cun walking towards his car, and the passenger in the back seat ordered him hoarsely: "Get out of the car and drive him away."

"Ah?" The driver was confused by him, "How to drive?"

Luo Minghan was impatient: "Get out of the car and ask him fiercely what's the matter, and he will leave."

The driver got out of the car as promised, and Miao Cun stopped in his tracks. The driver frowned and asked harshly, "Hey, what are you looking at?"

Miao Cun clutched his palms, hesitated for a moment, and walked away without saying a word.

Others are hell, it's terrible!

The driver came back victorious, "It's true, children don't need to be scared..." He claimed credit for his words, but the guest was not happy, and instead angrily said in a violent voice: "I told you to scare him, not to yell at him! Are you so fierce?!"

...Come on, for the sake of 5 yuan, I can bear it, and I don't know why people who have been frozen in the car overnight can be so angry.

The journey went smoothly again, and when it was almost time for dinner, Luo Yuanhe got out of the expressway ahead of time and parked the car, letting Miao Cun get out of the car to practice sketching.This is another small county town, near noon, the market is about to close the stalls, invited, bargained, picked, all kinds of things are fresh.This is what Luo Yuanhe often took him to do in the past, in order to exercise his insight and the ability to shape various human body postures.

The difference is that this time Luo Yuanhe did not follow.

Although nervous, Miao Cun mustered up his courage.He set up a Maza by the side of the road, scribbled and drew with a pencil, and had nothing else to do.After finishing his homework, he returned to the RV and found that lunch was ready.

In the middle is Tom Yum Kung Seafood Soup, with a strong aroma of lemon leaves and lemongrass.

Miao Cun was so surprised that he didn't know what to do, he sat there stupidly until Luo Yuanhe handed him the chopsticks.

He picked up a piece of mushroom and chewed it, his eyes burned inexplicably, he lowered his head at a loss, blinked, then raised his head, biting the tip of his chopsticks and smirking at Luo Yuanhe, his eyes were bright.

For the next two days, it was the same for lunch and dinner for every meal.Sometimes he draws sketches, sometimes he sketches landscapes, sometimes he practices sketching, and every time he goes back, the meal is just prepared.

He no longer doubted it now, the people around him were the same from beginning to end, and they had not been transferred at all.

The driver slept in the driver's cab for two nights, and his back ached from his sleep. He felt that the money was really hard to earn, but he admired the guest even more because he had to carry it in the car for two nights. With such a thin iron body, if the man in the RV hadn't thrown him a down jacket, the driver suspected that he would have frozen to death in his sleep.

The two brothers also talked like charades, one asked "Don't do this", one said "Don't worry about it", the other said "It doesn't make sense", the other stared at him with tired and red eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Have you decided? "

Luo Yuanhe said: "It's decided."

·

As soon as you enter this huge city, traffic jams start, and the long loop road can't be seen at a glance.

The driver asked in advance, "I won't limit the traffic, will I?"

He didn't get a response, but when he looked back, the person in the back seat was already asleep, wrapped in a down jacket, his eyes were light blue and black, and he looked unshaven, even though he was handsome, he really looked like a fugitive.

The driver murmured to himself, "It turns out that he sent someone into the city."

No wonder when he arrived, he let go of all the burdens and fell asleep like a serious illness.

Luo Yuanhe had already received the appointment time of Professor Zhou sent to him by Luo Minghan in advance on his mobile phone, and drove straight to the hospital.

As soon as he smelled the disinfectant and disposable gel in the hospital, Miao Cun wanted to vomit.In the memory that has always been chaotic, there are scenes of being beaten, scolded, twisted arms, and ridiculed in those pheasant correctional schools and medical institutions when he was young. The adults thought he could not understand, so they never avoided him when they complained with disgust.There are also endless pills, boring picture books, and rigid teaching regulations, all of which disgust Miao Cun.

Standing at the door, he was nervous, and he couldn't get on his toes after dawdling: "Shall we come back another day?"

"Miao Miao, you were very brave when you were young." Luo Yuanhe held his shoulder, "Do you remember? How did we meet?"

Beautiful children always attract people's attention, especially in that chaotic era without skynet and camera surveillance, any child playing at the door may be abducted by traffickers.At that time, parents did not have the concept of picking up and dropping off their children. Schools no matter how far away were free-range, let alone a sick child like Miao Cun whose stepmother didn't love his parents.

Because of autism, although he is already a school-age child, the elementary schools in the district dare not accept him without permission and require him to go to a special school for one year first.

That year, Miao Cun went to school alone with his schoolbag on his back. He had just turned seven years old.

He still doesn't know whether that person is a human trafficker or a pervert, whether it was a sudden intention or a long-planned plan. He only knows that when he walked into the alley, the person dragged his schoolbag to prevent him from leaving.Miao Cun stumbled and ran out recklessly, his face pale with panic, but he pursed his lips tightly and would not call for help.

When he fell, he fell in front of a boy in a high school uniform. He was spinning the basketball with his fingertips, as if he was waiting for someone.

"Hey." The basketball stopped spinning, and he looked down at him impatiently.

So terrible, so fierce.

Miao Cun couldn't make an expression, his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.

The person in front of him was tall and tall. After withdrawing his gaze from him, he looked behind him.

On the bustling street, people who have evil thoughts will be afraid of them again, not to mention that this high school student has such an unruly aura, it is not very easy to provoke at first glance.

"He bullied you?" He leaned down and asked Miao Cun, his chin raised towards the person behind him.

Miao Cun turned his head to take a look, and shook his head desperately.

"I am his uncle!"

"Oh, is it?" The orange basketball flicked back and forth on his slender fingertips, and the high school student asked casually with a half-smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've admitted my mistake, I've admitted my mistake!" The man who called himself uncle just now ran away with a look of embarrassment.

"You broke your knee."

Only then did Miao Cun lower his head and take a look. Sure enough, a large piece of skin was scratched and bleeding, and the palm of his hand was stabbed with blood.

"Aren't you in pain?"

Nod.

The man stretched out his hand and scratched his face with his fingers, "Aren't you crying?"

Shake his head.

There is a pharmacy next to it. Miao Cun raised his head and saw him smiling to himself: "Wait, I'll buy you an iodophor."

Miao Cun didn't know what iodophor was, he only knew that he was pulled up by his arms, and told him to sit on the edge of the steps, so that a little girl who sold Taiwanese milk tea next to him could help him take a look.

He went into the pharmacy and didn't come out for a long time.Miao Cun was dazzled by the crowd, and saw him at another intersection.

"Hey, don't run!" the little girl shouted behind her.

With the schoolbag swaying on his shoulders as he ran, he crossed the street, hugged the thigh of the person opposite him, and raised his face.

"Brother." He called him, unskillfully.

Luo Yuanhe looked at him in surprise, squatted down, "Did you admit the wrong person?"

Miao Cun shook his head, looking down at his bleeding knee.

"What about your elders?"

Miao Cun shook his head again.

He was picked up by Luo Yuanhe.

"Dingling." The glass door of another pharmacy was pushed open, and the electronic doorbell said, "Welcome."

"Where's the kid?"

The girl selling pearl milk tea pointed at the opposite side: "I seem to have found his adult, ran over to hug him, and walked with him."

Povidone iodine and Band-Aids were put on her dining car, "Here you go."

·

"Miao Miao has always been brave, and this time it's okay." Luo Yuanhe raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "30 seconds, cheer yourself up."

Miao Cun took a deep breath, feeling that Luo Yuanhe was as strict as ever.

He stretched out his hand: "I want you to hold me."

Luo Yuanhe smiled helplessly, held his hand, and walked with him into the hospital hall where people were coming and going.

The touch of the fingertips is sensitive and delicate.

Miao Cun stopped, raised his head in panic, and looked at Luo Yuanhe in a daze.

Why is there no scar on his palm?