Please don't be so hard on me!

It's been a long time.

"what is this?"

The Adam's apple moved slightly, but Luo Minghan didn't dare to swallow, for fear that the slight sound would pass through his chest and reach Miao Cun's ears, waking him up from this dreamlike scene.

His body was also stiff, he didn't dare to move at all, hesitated, raised his hands slightly from his sides, and finally didn't dare to hug back.

He hinted at Miao Cun and wanted to ask for a hug, but he clearly knew that this was just a dream.

Never thought that Miao Cun would really respond to him.

"I'm as happy for you as Lily."

Miao Cun let go of his hand, even though Luo Minghan couldn't see him, he still didn't raise his head to face him for a while.

I always feel that the other party is so sensitive, maybe the sharp rise in heat on his face will betray him, making Luo Minghan aware of the clues.

"She didn't hold you for so long."

"soon."

"Five seconds."

"Overdraft five times at once."

Luo Minghan was speechless, and wanted to go back to his talkative self five seconds ago.

"That..." Miao Cun hesitated for a while, then tried to calm himself and said: "I'm going to buy water."

As the footsteps faded away, Luo Minghan leaned his head against the wall, let out a deep breath of relief, his heart beat violently, and couldn't help but curl his lips in self-deprecating.

The good news is that with the help of medicine, Luo Minghan’s intracranial congestion has been absorbed, and the intracranial pressure has returned to normal levels, but the thrombosis on the retina has not subsided, so Dr. Zhao changed him to another a medicine.

"Observe for another half a month. If you can recover on your own, try not to have surgery."

To continue living in the dark for half a month is not a small challenge for people's psychological pressure.Dr. Zhao was also worried that he would not be able to endure it: "No matter what, you must have a positive attitude and don't think wildly." After Lily helped him out, he patted Miao Cun on the shoulder and told Miao Cun: "He If you are irritable and moody for a while, as a family member, you can only be more patient and tolerant, and don't play tricks with him."

"I'm not a family member..." Miao Cun scratched his face and explained.

He just came to make amends, and when Luo Minghan's eyesight healed, he would pat his ass and fly away easily.

Doctor Zhao looked at him wisely with a smile in his eyes, without saying anything unnecessary.

The car was already waiting at the door. Lily, Aunt Qian and Luo Minghan were just sitting down, but suddenly there was Miao Cun, and Lily said with great insight: "I'm going to the company to get the materials. Wonderful, you go up."

Miao Cun planned to go back to school: "No, I'm going to the Academy of Fine Arts, and I'm not on my way."

Luo Minghan had just been hugged firmly by someone, and his face was very uncomfortable. When he heard that he was going to leave, his heart was still light, but his face sank, and he didn't know what it was like to ask: "I'm leaving now ?”

"It's an hour."

"You're not a nurse who pays by the hour." Luo Minghan frowned.

"You also know that the nurses charge a fee." Miao Cun sneered lazily and half-jokingly.

Luo Minghan choked for a moment, "You shied away from asking Lily to give you a mobile phone, but will you accept the money?"

Later, Miao Cun bought a second-hand phone, because the other terminals were all from Apple, so he couldn’t change to a domestic mobile phone, and he felt distressed when he bought a new one. He was saving money, and finally Min Si recommended a senior who just wanted to buy a new one. It doesn't matter whether it's good quality or new price, Miao Cun is not pretentious, so he will change it first.

"I don't want to accept your gift."

"Where's Luo Yuanhe? Do you also treat him as an outsider?" Luo Minghan asked bitterly, and wanted to ask how his younger brother wronged Miao Cun.

"I didn't tell him that he led the sketching team and didn't like being disturbed."

"You haven't been in touch?"

"Contact, we chat for a while before going to bed every night," Miao Cun couldn't understand him, "Why are you asking this?"

Luo Minghan started to sulk again.The reason for the sulking is because he fully understands that he has no position to play his temper, but this is beyond his control. How can there be any reason to be jealous, and how can he control it?In the end, he could only be bored in his heart, without saying a word with a gloomy face.

It seems that Dr. Zhao is right, the "moodiness" begins here.

Miao Cun didn't touch the bad luck, and waved to Lily and Aunt Qian: "The bus stop is over there, I'll go first."

Luo Minghan wanted to grab his arm, but how could a blind man have such a good sense of positioning, in the end he only grabbed a corner of Miao Cun's clothes, looking rather weak and aggrieved.

Miao Cun asked him amusedly, "What are you doing?"

"It's not time today."

"It's better than nothing anyway, so it doesn't matter if it's a few minutes away?"

A man can bend and stretch, Luo Minghan regretted it for a second, and stopped talking: "It's not that talking is better than nothing."

"what is that?"

"It's up to you, not even a minute less."

Miao Cun was stunned for a moment, and blushed under the eyes of everyone, causing Aunt Qian and Lily to look at the sky and the ground at the same time.

It seems that this kind of words are not so difficult to say, Luo Minghan was stunned for a moment, and shamelessly said: "Also, you were late for half an hour yesterday, and you asked for leave twice before, both of which were calls, and the calls were not full. One hour."

Miao Cun: "..."

"Lily, how much do these add up to?"

Lily had a steelyard in her heart, so she went to her grandma's house: "Two hours and four 10 minutes, three hours rounded up!"

"How can there be?" Miao Cun was stunned, suspecting that Lily was bullying him because he was not good at math.

Lily said in surprise: "Twice leave, plus half an hour yesterday plus 10 minutes to leave early today."

"Didn't you call?"

"How can I count the phone call?"

"That's two hours and four ten minutes."

"Okay, then two hours, four 10 minutes." Lily made the final decision without hesitation, "deal!"

Miao Cun: "..."

been pitted.

Before she had time to settle the score with her, Lily ran away in a hurry.

"You should have no class this afternoon." Luo Minghan kept Miao Cun's class schedule on his back, knowing that he skipped the only two classes today, "Can I treat you to dinner?"

"I……"

"Don't delay you, I'll find a car to take you back to school first, and I'll pick you up after dinner, okay?" Lily finished singing with a red face, Luo Minghan took a step back here and pretended to be weak: "I just want to thank you, if you really don't It's convenient, forget it."

His affection is really lonely, although there is no color in those eyes, they are still very affectionate, Miao Cun couldn't help it, so he had to say: "It's convenient."

Aunt Qian hailed a car, sent Miao Cun to the car, and told him to remember to turn on the bell so as not to miss the dinner call.

Sitting in the car, Miao Cun felt very uncomfortable.It was a kind of discomfort that he had never experienced before. It was not pain, but a very uncomfortable and uncomfortable feeling. It was a little itchy and suffocating. The fine sand on the bottom layer was covered with a dense layer of stinging pain. .

He didn't know what it was like, but he turned around in a strange way, and looked at Luo Minghan again through the rear window.

After painting for three hours, I finally received a call from Aunt Qian, saying that dinner was ready and the driver was about to arrive at the Academy of Fine Arts, and asked where it would be more convenient to pick him up.Miao lived in the studio, and when he walked out, the driver happened to arrive. He didn't drive Luo Minghan's Land Rover, but a business Maybach. The car had a new fragrance. I don't know if it was on purpose or just a coincidence.

The car drove out of the school and turned on two main roads. Miao Cun realized that the direction was wrong, "Did I go wrong?"

"No." Lao Zhou replied respectfully, and then reported the name of a community: "That's the right way to go."

That was the name of the former Great Jump.

"Where are you going?" Miao Cun was stunned for a moment, "Why did you go there?"

"That's up to you to ask Mr. Luo yourself, we're just doing things." Old Zhou smiled.

The journey is very short, and it takes only 5 minutes to arrive. When entering the elevator, the familiarity makes Miao Cun's heart seized by a sense of tranquility.

He has too many memories here, and he can no longer tell whether it is more pleasant or more unpleasant.Occasionally, he passed by in a car, through the car window, he raised his eyes, and let it quickly cast a shadow like a breeze in his heart.

"Come on," Aunt Qian opened the door while rambling enthusiastically, "It's still convenient to live here, it's just a matter of a blink of an eye!"

The house has obviously been cleaned, and there is a tidy and clean atmosphere everywhere. The displays and furniture are all familiar to Miao Cun. You don't need to deliberately recall, as soon as he raises his hand, he knows which light switch is where.

The restaurant of this house is also divided into Chinese and Western. The western restaurant has long tables covered with beautiful table flags and gold-plated candlesticks. The elegant flowers are fragrant and vigorous.

Made it for today's dinner.

Luo Minghan stood at the end of the porch, wearing a white shirt and a solid-color vest, looking very suave.To hide his nervousness, he put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants.

"Why are you here all of a sudden?"

Luo Minghan coughed very lightly, trying to cover it up, and said nonchalantly: "It's nothing, it's close here, saving you from running so far every day."

Miao Cun didn't know what to say, and after a while, he said, "It took you a long time to get acquainted with that place."

What you can see and what you can't see are completely two worlds. Luo Minghan stumbled and bumped countless times this week before he was barely familiar with the passages and layout of his home.

"It's the same here. There is less furniture here, and the layout is square and more spacious."

"I can take a taxi to go there, so it doesn't take so long on the road." Miao Cun put on house slippers and said in a flustered mood, "It's too inconvenient for you to live here."

"It's convenient, Lily is closer." Luo Minghan couldn't see Miao Cun's expression, his heart was as empty as a bottomless pit, and he couldn't grasp the truth. He asked tentatively in a rough voice, "Do you hate this place?"

"I don't hate it." Miao Cun regained his composure: "It's just a house."

As far as the eye can see, they are all the places where he and Luo Minghan have been absurd, the dining room, the laundry room, under the bed in the bedroom, on the sofa, on every carpet, in front of the mirror, except for the first time he hurt him, which time after that? It's not that he is easy to handle, like a fish in water, but his young body is also so shameless and tasteful.

Luo Minghan was startled, closed his eyes, and quickly followed him and said, "Yes, it's just a house, I don't hate anything but I like it."

It seemed that if he said it a second later, he would be at a disadvantage and let people see that this house was more than just a house to him.

Although he is blind, Luo Minghan doesn't like others to serve him for dinner. Aunt Qian can only adopt a small and refined meal sharing system, and everything is served in delicate small cups and small plates, which saves Luo Minghan from the embarrassment of missing chopsticks.

But today when I invited Miao Cun to dinner, it was Western food.

In fact, Luo Minghan couldn't see these beautiful arrangements. He asked Miao Cun insecurely, "Did they use colors and flowers that you like?"

Miao Cun laughed silently: "Even if it's just to thank me, you don't need to go through so much trouble to this point, just have a simple meal."

Luo Minghan was silent, and suddenly felt that it was really unnecessary to spend such effort, because for Miao Cun, it was just a meal with him by the way.He lowered his face, quickly curled his lower lip, and when he raised his eyes, he had recovered his indifference: "You are right, but since I am thanking you, and I am not as familiar as before, of course I should be more polite."

Aunt Qian was in a panic. What did you mean by "not as familiar as before", and what did you mean by "of course you have to be more polite"?This Luo Minghan, usually he can talk very eloquently when he sees clients and discusses business, how often does he fail to coax those exes?Why do you feel like you've lost your nerve today!

"It's very late, let's sit down and chat while eating!" Aunt Qian hurriedly smoothed things over, pulled out a chair for Miao Cun and invited him to a seat, and said quickly in a low voice: "Mr. Luo means that this meal is very important. So be more formal." After speaking, he patted Miao Cun's shoulder reassuringly.

Aunt Qian can't cook such a high-end meal, so the chef is an external star chef who cooks authentic French cuisine. The main course is naturally steak, served with red wine.

Hearing the piercing sound of a knife and fork across the porcelain plate from inside, she was in a state of shock.

He hurried in lightly and hurriedly, without making a sound first, but looked at Miao Cun, with the meaning of asking for instructions.

Luo Minghan's back was straight, and the steak almost slipped out of the large and shiny disk.On the expensive tablecloth embroidered with dark pattern jacquard, the red wine glass dripped down, the red liquid dripped from the tablecloth to the floor, and also splashed a little on the white napkin that Luo Minghan spread on his lap.

And Luo Minghan just clenched the golden handles of the knife and fork very tightly with both hands, until he was warmed by his sweaty palms.

Waves of anxiety and embarrassment attacked him alternately, but his face was expressionless, arrogant, like a naturally stern nobleman.

Aunt Qian understood it at a glance. Western-style dining is full of red tape, and a plate is placed in the east, and a cup is placed in the west. Luo Minghan can't control it——

Even though he has practiced many times in advance.

He had obviously practiced many times, Aunt Qian regretted deeply, every day when Lily left, he would ask her to set the plates, knives, forks and wine glasses, trying her best to be dignified, graceful, and expensive, as if there was nothing she could not do.

Miao Cun shook his head at her, exchanged glances, and signaled her to leave without making a sound.

Sure enough, Luo Minghan didn't know that Aunt Qian had been here, so he curled his lips lightly, and his voice became hoarse for some reason: "Sorry, it's still a disappointment."

That strange feeling reappeared.

The pain is as fine and dense as fine sand, and the soles of the feet seem to be hollowed out by moths, becoming light and hollow, and the blood in the blood vessels is flowing, with numb itching.

Miao Cun didn't speak, and lightly brought the plate in front of Luo Minghan's eyes, and put his own in front of him.There was the rubbing sound of the chair being gently pushed, followed by light footsteps, and finally, Miao Cun stopped beside him, causing a breeze with fragrance in the air.

Luo Minghan's heartbeat stopped.

"I just cut it for you."

He leaned down, took Luo Minghan's hand, and led him to hold the knife and fork again, the golden fork tip sank into the tender beef, and he led him, moving slowly and methodically.

The heartbeat that stopped just now began to retaliate and become disordered.

Luo Minghan restrained himself, not even daring to swallow.

"I do not want to eat?"

"Did you know you can't eat steak like this?"

"know."

If the chef came over and saw that Miao Cun had cut the steak into small pieces in advance, he might laugh at his ignorance and indecentness.

Miao Cun's voice was slightly smiling: "This is how children eat, do you have an opinion?"

Luo Minghan: "..."

"Really don't want to eat it?" Miao Cunhu questioned, could it be that the taste would really go bad if the meat was cut in advance, and the quality of the meat would really turn bad?He forked a piece into his mouth with another fork and chewed carefully.

No, that's it.

...the same as what you buy in the supermarket.

I didn't dare to say this sentence, and silently swallowed it in my heart, because he couldn't eat it.

"Miaomiao."

With a ding, Luo Minghan put down the knife and fork, and called Miao Cun seriously.

"Don't pity me."

He has been strong all his life, and he doesn't want to be sympathized by anyone, let alone Miao Cun.He wants Miao Cun to feel that he is trustworthy, reliable, and omnipotent when he thinks of him—even if he will never ask him for help, never need his help.

"No sympathy."

"what is that?"

"It's distressing."

Miao Cun blurted out, then froze.

That strange discomfort found an outlet, like a gust of wind blowing over Songgang, rushing, softly swaying the tenderness under the bright moon.

It's distressing, this strange and unfamiliar feeling.

It's strange that he never felt sorry for anyone, not even himself.

"...Distressed?" Luo Minghan frowned, and repeated it uncertainly, thinking that Miao Cun had used the wrong word.

After a long time, he said lightly, "It sounds like I'm in even worse trouble."

Aunt Qian, who was listening to the corner, wished she could step forward and shake her customer awake—you are stupid!Wake up quickly!

"Isn't it distressing?" Miao Cun asked tentatively.

He didn't know, it was the first time he knew the feeling of distress. Was it an offense to normal people?

"Farewell." Luo Minghan said coldly.

"Oh."

"I moved here because I feel sorry for your long commute." Luo Minghan reciprocated, expressing his condescending condescension.

Miao Cun knew that he was looking for love, so he said speechlessly, "Thank you."

"My thought was, since you can save a three-hour commute, is it possible to..."

"?"

"Give me an extra hour every day?"