Please don't be so hard on me!

It can only be said that Luo Minghan is very good at bargaining, even if he is blind.

He is not only good at bargaining, but also good at boiling frogs in warm water.

Miao Cun was finally freed from the long and boring commute. At first, he followed Luo Minghan's wishes and increased his daily companionship from one hour to two hours, but he was blind and could do very little. He spoke little, and it was really difficult to talk for so long. After two days, he even tried to read the news to Luo Minghan.

Luo Minghan interrupted him and woke up the smart speaker at home to let it broadcast today's stock market situation and social, economic and political news.

It's much better than Miao Cun's stumbling.

Miao Cun: "..."

Luo Minghan suggested calmly: "Actually, you don't have to chat with me for these two hours, as long as you let me know that you are here. I am not some lonely old man who lacks love and love."

"Then I have nothing to do." Miao Cun expressed difficulty, "You can't let me watch TV with my phone."

"You can draw."

"what?"

"Just a suggestion, if you have nothing else to do and don't want to waste time."

Miao Cun: "..."

Although the aura of trap was obvious, Luo Minghan just mentioned this and didn't persuade him any more.For the remaining hour, the two were silent with each other, Luo Minghan listened to the news, Miao Cun helplessly covered his face with his hands, looking so bored that he was moldy.

So the next day—although the smell of the trap was really obvious, and Miao Cun could smell it—he came to the door with the easel on his back.

"Ah, what a coincidence!" Aunt Qian was overjoyed, "Yesterday Minghan asked us to clean up your original studio, and today you come to paint! This must be a good match!"

Miao Cun closed his eyes unnaturally, "No, we discussed it in advance."

His original studio was the side hall next to the study, facing south, with good lighting, and nothing changed inside. A pot of tea had already been brewed on the small coffee table. Taiwan Alpine Oolong.

Amidst the lingering fragrance of tea, there was the voice of Luo Minghan next door making an English phone call with someone, with a professional and gentlemanly tone, totally different from the usual ones.

Hearing the sound of Miao Cunzhi opening the easel, Luo Minghan paused for a moment, and pressed the corners of his lips that turned up unconsciously.

When Luo Minghan was resting, Miao Cun walked with him, drank tea and chatted as usual. After an hour, Luo Minghan and Lily continued to deal with work in the study, and Miao Cun concentrated on painting his paintings. Both sides could hear each other's movements, but Do not disturb each other.The air was filled with the smell of turpentine, and Lily saw Luo Minghan's lips curled up all the time, looking quite in a good mood.

But painting is a lengthy project, and there is absolutely no reason to withdraw after one hour of painting, especially for a young genius like Miao Cun, who is almost a painting idiot, he has just entered the state of selflessness after one hour.

Luo Minghan woke him up accurately like an alarm bell: "It's time, you can go."

It was exactly two hours before and after, and did not occupy an extra minute.

Miao Cun was forcibly pulled out of the state, biting his lip in displeasure, looking at the newly adjusted color on the palette and the half-dry canvas.

"Or..." Luo Minghan kindly offered a practical reference: "If you don't mind, you can continue painting here." After a pause, he added redundantly: "I'm not afraid of disturbing you."

A good sentence had the opposite effect of scaring the snake. Miao Cun was most afraid of causing trouble to others, so he quickly got up and put away his brushes and paints, "I'm leaving now."

Luo Minghan: "..."

He hadn't heard that blindness can reduce intelligence, he was careless.There is no doubt that with his recent performance in front of Miao Cun, he cannot be called smart in any case.

"Hey, don't," Lily hurriedly pressed Miao Cun, and said with distress and sympathy: "Wow, do you have to clean up every time you paint? Then when you go back, don't you have to do it all over again? It's so troublesome." .”

Miao Cun was poked at the sore spot, but his face was slightly stiff: "No trouble."

Lily bumped into Luo Minghan secretly, and Luo Minghan coughed, "Well,...you'd better not leave."

"No," Miao Cun put the paint on and said blankly, "I don't want to disturb you."

"Don't bother, I think I'm fine this afternoon. Well, Lily, isn't this afternoon a team building? What are you doing here?"

Lily: "Huh? Ah——???"

"The company's quarterly team building, I asked you to attend on my behalf, have you forgotten?" Luo Minghan frowned, "Why have you become more and more stupid recently?"

Lily took a deep breath, gritted her teeth with a smile under Miao Cun's suspicious eyes, and said, "I haven't forgotten, how could I forget such an important thing? I'm leaving now."

Luo Minghan gave a faint "hmm", raised his two fingers and waved them down, and said calmly, "Go."

Suddenly leaving get off work early, Lily couldn't laugh or cry, pushed Miao Chou back on the chair, and quickly whispered: "You can draw here with peace of mind, as long as you want, he is blind, he can't disturb you."

Before the blind boss deducted all her year-end bonus, Lily quickly escaped.Luo Minghan still had an indifferent and calm look on his face, but his heart was hanging, as if waiting for Miao Cun's verdict: "Shall we go?" he asked.

"I can draw until five o'clock, can I?" Miao Cun asked politely.

How could it be impossible?Luo Minghan felt uncomfortable in his throat, put his hand on his lips and coughed again: "Of course."

Luo Minghan did not allow anyone to disturb Miao Cun. As soon as Miao Cun got into the mood, he couldn't help painting for longer and longer, two hours, three hours, from afternoon to dinner, he was naturally asked to stay for dinner, and he continued to paint until evening , The painting materials are also moving more and more, bring more paint today, and bring some turpentine toning oil tomorrow, and a new painting will be opened the day after tomorrow, and the canvas will be rattled with glue and paste. It will take less than five days to wait for Miao Cun's response When I came here, things had turned into a situation where, apart from going to class and sleeping in club activities, I spent all the rest of my time here with Luo Minghan.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a subtle scam to invite you into the urn.

On the day Miao Cun noticed it, he was sullen for a long time, and he didn't know who it was with. He threw away the paintbrush, hugged his knees on the chair, and ate dried mangoes as if to vent his anger.

The dried mangoes sent by my aunt are really sweet.

Luo Minghan asked him politely what he was angry about.

Miao Cun glared at him, but it was useless, because Luo Minghan couldn't see his angry appearance at all.

"You deliberately."

"I do not have."

"I didn't even say what you mean!" Miao Cun grabbed onto Wuyin, "What are you denying?"

Luo Minghan: "..."

Miao Cun: "Despicable."

When returning to the dormitory at night, I received a call from Luo Yuanhe.

It has been a long time since Miao Cun moved out from Luo Yuanhe's house. After all, they are teachers and students of the same school, and it is inconvenient to live together, so Miao Cun took the initiative to move back to the dormitory.The dormitory is a four-person room, and the relationship with Miao Cun is cold, not to mention a breakdown, but it is almost like treating him as a transparent person, not to mention that he has lived outside for more than a year, and it is difficult to integrate into their small group when he returns home. group.

When answering Luo Yuanhe's phone call, Miao Cun had to go out to the end of the corridor on the floor.

"Teacher Luo."

"outside?"

"In the corridor."

The heating and cold protection at the end of the corridor is far inferior to that in the room, Luo Yuanhe took a breath: "In the future, you don't have to hide from others when answering my calls."

Miao Cun never avoided suspicion before, because the two of them were frank and honest, and there was no dirty relationship or transaction.However, Miao Cun didn't care about himself, but he also cared about Luo Yuanhe's reputation in several anonymous postings on the school forum.

Miao Cun didn't explain much, and said "Got it." Even so, he didn't move, and asked, "What time will you arrive tomorrow? I'll see you."

"The time has been extended, and it will take about a week."

Miao Cun was stunned: "Is there something wrong?"

"No," Luo Yuanhe smiled on the phone: "A farmer took us into the mountains last week and saw new scenery, so they didn't want to go back so early. I applied to the college."

Sure enough, it was the team of Xianyun Wild Cranes brought out by the Xianyun Wild Cranes.

Miao Cun expressed envy.

"Accompany you alone next time." Luo Yuanhe said in a very ordinary tone.

This is probably his promise, not very enthusiastic.Miao Cun didn't understand it before, but he can understand it now, but there was no heartbeat of a deer, just a happy "hmm".

"How are you over there?"

"Brother Luo's eyes are a little better, he is responding to light, and can distinguish day from night, and the rest needs to be observed." Miao Cun reported Luo Minghan's situation naturally.

"I'm asking how you are, are you tired?"

"I was very tired the past few days, but it's much better these days," Miao Cun hesitated, "Because Brother Luo moved to that new house in the university town, and he doesn't have to take that far away by car. I've been painting at his place lately. .”

"When did Brother Luo become him, and I became Teacher Luo instead?" Luo Yuanhe's voice was a little smiling, but it didn't make people feel his happiness.

Miao Cun was taken aback by his question, "I like to call you teacher..." He explained in a low voice.

When I first learned that I was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, I only called out "teacher" out of freshness. When he pronounced these two words, he was very obedient and sweet, and he was the most obedient student a teacher could imagine.Luo Yuanhe was not used to it at first, when Miao Cun yelled, he tapped the tip of Miao Cun's nose lightly with a paintbrush, "Don't yell."

"But I also don't want to give up the word 'Brother Luo' to others." Luo Yuanhe swore sovereignty lightly, "You have been called for ten years, no matter what, I can't help being jealous."

Miao Cun noticed his subtle emotions, and obediently said "oh".

·

How do blind people dream?Luo Minghan had never thought about this issue before, nor had he thought about whether the dreams of the blind would be in black and white or in color.

When you really have a dream, everything will have the answer.

Luo Minghan had a dream all night, and it was Miao Cun's painting over and over again. Sometimes he was in his company, and in a blink of an eye he went to the village house in Xishuangbanna. He sat Miao Cun in his arms and insisted on playing tricks. He, Miao Cun clinging to the paintbrush trembled intermittently, and said in a nasal voice fiercely, "You have stained my paintings!"

He never told Miao Cun that before he met him, he never thought it was a big deal to be able to draw, and even the most annoying thing in his heart was painting. Guan Yingtao wanted to introduce him to a boyfriend, and he said it was to learn painting Yes, he didn't even bother to look at the photos.

But he likes watching Miao Cun's paintings so much, seeing his slender back straight, his slender hands with well-defined phalanges pinching the brush to trace the strokes carefully, his eyes hidden behind the forehead hair are indifferent and focused.

Since Miao Cun was born so beautiful, his ability to paint is a hundred times better.

Dreaming and dreaming, he was awakened by an unbearable itchiness, his body program drove him to instinctively touch the mobile phone on the bedside table, glanced at it so plainly, and suddenly realized something, his whole body froze——

Although the visual content in front of me is blurry, it is no longer completely black.

He even vaguely saw the numbers on the screen: 03:15

Three fifteen in the morning.

In the silence of the night, suddenly there was the sound of the shelf falling to the ground.

Aunt Qian fumbled out wearing a coat, her eyes behind reading glasses were foggy, "Sir?"

She asked in surprise, seeing that the lights in the side hall that had been transformed into a studio were on, and Luo Minghan was supporting the picture frame that was about to fall.

"Let me come!" Aunt Qian woke up in an instant, and rushed to meet her: "How did you come here so well?"

Luo Minghan was noncommittal, and let her take the picture frame in her hand, put it on the easel, and said, "Fortunately, it didn't break, otherwise Miao Miao would be sad again..."

She didn't notice Luo Minghan's "strangeness".

"Shall I help you back to your room?" She asked tentatively, took Luo Minghan's hand, and carefully led him to the bedroom.

Before dawn in the twelfth lunar month of winter, the old man smiled and said, "You miss Miu Miu, don't you?... Well, I'll see you at dawn."

See you at dawn.

See you at dawn.

Luo Minghan repeated these words silently, and in the dim light of the night lamp, his expression softened, as if shrouded in an incredible layer of tenderness.

The next day was Sunday, Miao Cun didn't sleep in, and arrived at Luo Minghan's place early in the morning.

"Good morning," he greeted Aunt Qian, seeing Luo Minghan also standing outside the porch, "Brother Luo, good morning."

It was only after the greetings were over that he remembered Luo Yuanhe's jealousy last night, but he had already called out, and he couldn't change his words.

"The sun is out today," Miao Cun took off the camel-colored cashmere scarf one after another, and reported the weather to Luo Minghan in a brisk tone: "The weather outside is very good, the sky is very blue, and there is no wind. After lunch, I will Let's go out to bask in the sun with you."

Luo Minghan's gaze rested on Miao Cun's face for a long time, and he asked, "Are there any clouds?"

Miao Cun was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I forgot, it seems not."

He felt that today's Luo Minghan was a bit strange, why he always "looked" at him, his eyes seemed to be able to accurately capture his existence.He waved his hand in front of Luo Minghan: "Are you feeling better today?"

Luo Minghan said, "No."

It's the weekend, Lily doesn't need to come over, Miao Cun will accompany him the whole day.When drawing in the morning, Luo Minghan was sitting on the sofa next to him, and the foreign language news was broadcast on the radio. Anyway, he couldn't understand it, so it wouldn't distract Miao Cun.I was just painting, and when I picked up the paint, I glanced at it from the corner of my eye, and I could always catch Luo Minghan's eyes.

He seems to have been watching him draw, never tired of watching.

But he couldn't see it.

There are only commercials left on the radio.

Miao Cun realized something, and stood up apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was too focused on the painting and didn't pay attention. Let me change the channel for you, or do you listen to podcasts? I often listen to a podcast channel, which is about art history,... He bent down, looking for a mobile phone connected to bluetooth, but suddenly Luo Minghan grabbed his wrist, and he fell on the sofa with his whole body tilted.

"No, I don't want to hear it."

"Then what do you want to do?" Miao Cun seriously asked for his opinion.

The wrists were still clasped by Luo Minghan, and the heat was rising in the place where they were gripping.

The current posture is too strange, the sofa was originally short, it was just a two-seater sofa, Miao Cun was pushed into a corner by Luo Minghan, with the armrests behind him, and he had reached the point where he could not retreat.He tried to get up with one hand, but Luo Minghan simply bullied him even closer.

The burning breath is accompanied by a faint smell of tobacco.

"You, what are you doing?" Miao Cun pushed him lightly, and his voice was also very low: "...you are crushing me, go away."

Take a deep breath, calm yourself, and don't argue with a blind man.

"I had a dream yesterday."

"what?"

Luo Minghan fabricated his dream based on this posture, "I dreamed of you, but I can't remember what you look like."

"What?" Miao Cun was a little annoyed for a moment: "Didn't you say that, as long as you have seen it, even if you can't see it later, I will still be in your heart when you close your eyes."

Luo Minghan saw his anger, and although he was still hazy, he still curled his lower lip, "I overestimated your status, and I have forgotten it now."

Miao Cun: "..."

"What do you look like?"

"I..." Miao Cun opened his lips and became even more annoyed. He was sick, how to describe it?

Luo Minghan raised one hand, and it rested on Miao Cun's cheek, his thumb pressed against the softness of Miao Cun's eyes.Miao Cun's body tensed up, and he shook in shock, Luo Minghan let out a "shh", "Don't move, let me recall."

Starting from the forehead, Luo Minghan's fingertips stroked gently.

Touching his thin eyelids, he felt Miao Cun's eyes tremble unnaturally under his fingers, and then he closed them obediently.Touching his long and slender eyelashes, fluttering like a butterfly's wings.

Luo Minghan curled his lips, it was the first time in so many days that he saw Miao Cun's nervousness and confusion.

Caressing his straight nose bridge, rubbing along to the upturned nose tip, this nose tip gave Miao Cun a kind of childishness, connected with the pistil-like human center and the same upturned upper lip, so that viewed from the side, the base of Miao Cun's nose looked like a child. The curves are generally strong and the flowers are full.

The fingertips rested on the lips, and exerted a little force, barely restraining the urge to knead.

"Your Teacher Luo..." Luo Minghan stuck close at hand, his slightly drooping eyes well hid the light inside, "Have you ever kissed you?"

The heartbeat in Miao Cun's chest was rapid and chaotic, trembling like strings of a piano, and the buzzing made him dizzy and tinnitus.He didn't answer, but glanced to one side.

"No?"

"It's none of your business." Miao Cun became angry with embarrassment. He didn't know why Luo Minghan was mad to discuss this kind of issue with him here.

He gave him a push, "Go." But no push.

Luo Minghan chuckled, his slightly frowned brows gradually relaxed, he laughed and said to himself, "What is Luo Yuanhe doing?"

"He is a teacher." Miao Cun said seriously, with an innocent look: "You can't mess around."

Luo Minghan really couldn't figure out how he and Luo Yuanhe's personalities could be so different from being born by the same mother, and I don't know if Luo Yuanhe could act recklessly, anyway, he is working hard now to not be reckless.

"Do you remember what I look like?" Miao Cun asked again in embarrassment, "How are you getting up?"

So obedient, Luo Minghan couldn't bear to bully him anymore.

His lips were only a short distance away from Miao Cun, but he didn't kiss him, but stopped for a few seconds, the second hand ticked three times, Luo Minghan gently rubbed his lips, his Adam's apple rolled, He said in a low voice next to his ear: "...Just pretend that I kissed you just now."

There was a bang in his head, his pupils widened slightly, Miao Cun's expression was blank, and he was speechless following these words.

During lunch, Aunt Qian clearly sensed that something was wrong between the two of them.In the past, Miao Cun would tell Luo Minghan what he ate and what soup he drank today, but today he pulled away his chair without saying a word, looking absent-minded, pawing the tip of his chopsticks in the rice bowl boredly.

Aunt Qian watched Miao Cungan eat half a bowl of white rice.

"What's wrong? No appetite?" She asked with concern.

But no, these are all things that Miao Cun likes to eat.

Miao Cun paused, not daring to look at Luo Minghan, and hummed like a cat: "No."

Aunt Qian made a fuss and said "Yeah", "Why is your face so strange? Is it cold?" As she said that, she was about to touch Miao Cun's forehead.

Miao Cun was fine at first, but when she said this, his face turned even redder. When Aunt Qian pressed the back of his hand, he gasped in shock: "It's so hot! Do you have a fever?"

Miao Cun: "..."

Throwing down the chopsticks, she put her face on her arms: "It's from the heating!"

Luo Minghan faced his direction, pretending to be blind.

There was always a voice in his heart that forced him to ask him, asking him to think about why Miao Cun had such a reaction.But Luo Minghan didn't dare to think deeply.

A person who has always been confident until he is lawless, skinny and shameless, has also learned to be timid in his steps.

After dinner, I was going to go downstairs for a walk, but I had to hold hands when I went for a walk. Miao Cun left the pick and asked Aunt Qian to do it for me. Luo Minghan was not interested in holding her hand. Besides, Aunt Qian asked for leave in the afternoon to go back to see her grandson. Luo Minghan said forget it, packed his satchel and left as if he had been pardoned.

Uncle Ze was not there, and stayed in the villa in the urban area to take care of the house and flowers. As a result, only Luo Minghan and Miao Cun were left in the huge space.

Miao Cun was painting, and Luo Minghan paced beside him, treating the studio as a park downstairs.Miao Cun made up his mind to ignore him, but when he saw Luo Minghan groping to pour water for himself, his heart arose again, and he quickly put down his paintbrush and chased after him: "I'll help you—"

The helper tripped over his slippers and fell straight on Luo Minghan.

Luo Minghan was startled, and the water glass shattered at the sound. He caught Miao Cun with his arms in a precarious manner, and was thrown back two steps by him, with his back against the bar.

"You help me?" Luo Minghan asked jokingly.

Miao Cun blushed completely, humiliated, why help, it was a waste of help.

Luo Minghan wanted to support him, but Miao Cun cared about him first, "Don't move, the ground is covered with pieces of glass."

The slipper was sprained just now, and he only wore a pair of thin socks. Holding Luo Minghan's arms, he carefully moved on tiptoe, "Wait until I clean the floor... Hiss—" His figure staggered again, and then he was in pain. He took a deep breath.

Luo Minghan rescued him again, and this time he switched to Miao Cun leaning on the bar. Luo Minghan clasped his arm with one hand and supported the edge of the bar with the other, supporting the two of them in the shards of glass all over the floor.

Miao Cun blinked his eyes, and when he raised his eyes, he found that Luo Minghan was so close to him again, his lips almost pressed against him.

He struggled to maintain his composure, telling himself that as long as he was the only one who was embarrassed, it wouldn't be considered embarrassing, since Luo Minghan was blind anyway... He probably wouldn't know how ambiguous their current posture was.

Luo Minghan "as expected" didn't know, so... he got closer.

"Are your feet hurt?"

Miao Cun shook his head, swallowed inaudibly, and his ears seemed to be burning.

"say."

"No."

"Then what was your name just now?"

"I stepped on a glass shard..." Miao Cun said in embarrassment.

"Does it still hurt?" Luo Minghan asked in a low voice, with his face lowered, his lips almost touched the corners of Miao Cun's when he opened and closed his words.

Miao Cun lowered his eyes: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"I want to kiss you."

Miao Chou trembled in his arms, and was hugged by Luo Minghan's overwhelming breath.

He was shaking so badly that people suspected that he was standing on the glass all over the floor, pushing Luo Minghan hard, but he hugged him even tighter, and wanted to beat him again, but the raised hand was a slap in the face, not above the neck. Hit, what if I get beaten blind again?Miao Cun suffered from being dumb, and wanted to cry aggrievedly. After a few seconds, Luo Minghan caught his aggressively raised hand and was trapped limply in his arms.

He struggled again, but Luo Minghan was so strong that he couldn't help but refuse, he opened Miao Cun's teeth with the tip of his tongue, licked his palate, and sucked his sweet fluid.

Miao Cun was so dazed by the kiss that he could hardly stand up, when he heard a voice say, "You are so sweet."

Very serious tone, low and hoarse.

"This is not included in the escort content..." Miao Cun said dizzily, his voice was extremely low.

Luo Minghan paused: "I thought you would be angry with me."

"Doctor Zhao said that you will be moody, let me be more tolerant to you."

Luo Minghan was speechless: "Are you really cured?"

"Okay." Miao Cunguai replied innocently, "You can ask Professor Zhou. Don't you think I'm more reasonable than before?"

"Then do you know that what you say will make me worse."

"What got worse?"

Luo Minghan told him personally.

Miao Cun's tears were kissed out, and he took a step back, and there was a sound of glass breaking, and Miao Cun's tears became even more tearful——

"Luo Minghan, you made me step on the glass again!"

The person who was kissing so hard just now calmed down in an instant, and quickly squatted down: "Don't move, I'll help you see."

"Left foot?"

Receiving a "hmm", he held up Miao Cun's left foot, rolled it up carefully and took off his white sock, gently grasped his arch with his hand, felt a little bit of glass piercing marks on his fingertips, and loosened it. In one breath: "Fortunately, there is no bleeding."

His movements were too smooth and fluid to be possible for a blind man who can't see.

Luo Minghan gradually understood after hearing no response.

"Luo Minghan," Miao Cun asked calmly, "When did your eyes heal?"

The movement of his hands stopped, and his heart fell into a bottomless pit.

"No good," Luo Minghan squatted down, and put his socks back carefully, "It's just that I can see a little more than before." He was nervous, and unconsciously clenched Miao Cun's ankle with his hands: "I didn't mean to lie to you...really, it's just a little bit better, I still can't see your facial features clearly, Miaomiao...don't be angry."

He explained incoherently to himself, and fell into Miao Cun's arms unexpectedly. He knelt across the shards of glass all over the floor, and his arms couldn't help wrapping around Luo Minghan's neck.

"Miaomiao?" Luo Minghan asked hesitantly, he dared not hug back.

Miao Cun burst into tears as soon as he closed his eyes, "Great. Great..." He choked up and said with a nice nasal voice, and he knew he was crying.

Miao Cun was more overwhelmed by crying than anger. Luo Minghan was at a loss for a while, messily wiped the corners of Miao Cun's crimson eyes, and coaxed him not to cry.But in the end, the bastard's background color prevailed, and he felt itchy, and said in a crazy way: "It's all thanks to the kiss."

Miao Cun slapped him gently: "Go on blind!"