Please don't be so hard on me!

The summer in Xishuangbanna is very hot, especially at the end of August like this. Miao Cun wears a pair of sweatpants who do not know how many years old. gotta sway.

There is little wind, and most of the time it is still sweltering. He sits in the shadow of the plantain grove and eats watermelon. On the ridge of the field, there is a plastic bowl of pounded chicken feet. Inside are shredded cucumber and onion, as well as wide vermicelli and ice It has melted in the sun, and it tastes spicy and cool.Foreigners are not used to this kind of spicy food, so they often hiss and breathe, but Miao Cun's expression does not change.

Miao lived in Banna for five days, and every pore was refreshed.

The life here is very simple. I don’t get up until the sun is shining in the morning. I go to the second floor to feed the peacocks, tease the succulent potted plants, and then water the phoenix bamboos. After eating two casual meals, I start sketching.

The countryside of Banna is full of scenery. You can sit anywhere, set up an easel and a horse, and paint for a whole day.When the painting was done in the evening, my aunt came to ask him to go home for dinner. The two of them walked through my aunt's banana forest, mango forest and pineapple forest, with insects screaming in their ears.

The point is, during these five days, Luo Minghan didn't even make a single call or send a WeChat message, which made Miao Cun even happier.

"What are you so happy about?"

Miao Cun was so happy that he choked on the flesh of the watermelon, wiped his mouth and said, "It's nothing, I thought of something funny."

Luo Yuanhe basked in the sun with him, the kind who traveled overseas, seeing Miao Cun's innocence and childishness, couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

It was seven o'clock in the evening where he was, and the orange sunset smeared the sky magnificently, like a phoenix tail. There was not a trace of cloud in the blue sky here, and the transoceanic signal was sent to him.

"Did you know Brother Luo?" Miao Cun looked at the mobile phone clamped on the bracket with bright eyes, "I've been so quiet these days, and someone hasn't looked for me for five days."

Luo Yuanhe asked: "Did Miao Miao make new friends?"

Miao Cun didn't dare to say more, and replied vaguely: "No, it's just an unimportant person."

Luo Yuanhe looked at him for a while, "If it was an insignificant person, you wouldn't think of him at this moment."

Miao Cun thought for a while, "Okay." He didn't deny it, but he didn't take it seriously.

After all, he wholeheartedly regards Luo Minghan as a substitute, so he will project some feelings towards Teacher Luo to some extent.

Luo Yuanhe's tone was understated, but his eyes stopped on Miao Cun's face: "Do you miss him?"

Miao Cun was stunned for a moment, and coughed from the watermelon juice, "How is that possible!"

When it's time, the sunset in Paris burns out, Luo Yuanhe still has an appointment, he gets up from the steps of the Louvre, "Sketch well, don't be lazy."

Miao Cun let out an "oh", and a sense of loss and reluctance quickly swept through his body. He looked helplessly at Luo Yuanhe in the camera: "Brother Luo!"

"En." Luo Yuanhe answered him, with a slight rise in the end.

"How are you doing in France?" Miao Cun lowered his face, writing and drawing on the ground with the chopsticks he had eaten just now, pretending to ask casually.

"It turns out that Miao Miao knows that she cares about me." Luo Yuanhe paused, and brought up the old story again, but in a teasing way: "After all, you don't even bother to show up to see you off."

Miao Cun raised his eyes blankly, his dark pupils were a little uneasy: "You are good at holding grudges."

It was really time for Luo Yuanhe to hang up the phone, he finally casually left a sentence: "Everything is fine, but I will miss you."

The video flashed, and the screen returned to the dialog list interface. Miao Cunzhi was in a daze. The heat slowly climbed up his face and eyes from under the sun. He felt that the eye sockets were very hot, so he closed his eyes. When the eyelashes are wet.

Answering Luo Yuanhe's call again is already a foul, so how dare he reply and say, I miss you too.

My aunt found him at sunset, only to find that there were very few results today, only a rough primer on the tightly stretched canvas, because the light had changed, and she didn't even know what Miao Cun was painting.

Her beloved little painter was lying on his back on the hard lump of dirt, biting the barrel of the pen in his mouth, and the tip of the brush dipped in paint was shaken up and down.

"Where's Huatian?" Auntie teased him.

Miao Cun turned over with dust on his back, "Auntie, I miss my mother."

The aunt's face softened, with a sense of loss: "Then go see her again tomorrow."

Miao Cun went to his mother's grave twice in three days, accompanied Huahua, and sat for a whole day.He always misses her, went there yesterday, and will go again tomorrow.Miao Cun felt that he couldn't see anyone he wanted to see. His mother was in the soil and Mr. Luo was in France. It seemed like a lifetime away.

He was thinking of sending Luo Minghan a WeChat greeting. If he couldn't see Luo Yuanhe, he could always make the next best thing and see Luo Minghan.

Facing the dusty doorknob that no one had entered or exited for a long time, Luo Minghan fell silent.

While he was reading the newspaper at home with his legs crossed, Miao Cun got on the plane, train and bus.

When he was watering the roses with the watering can, Miao Cun might be making out with someone else.

When he thought he was sure of winning and waiting for Miao Cun to ask him to take care of him, Miao Cun might really be making out with someone else.

How dare he just play and disappear with one sound, call, call, du, no, hit.

Neighbors passing by felt that this man had a suspicious and terrifying face, his face was dark and his lips were tightly pursed, his side face was as stiff as a moment, and his slightly narrowed eyes were full of irritation.

Walk a few steps quickly, so fucking weird, and can't help but look back, so fucking handsome.

Hold back the hands that dialed 110.

It's scary when a man gets angry, especially a rich, powerful and well-connected man.

Luo Minghan made a phone call to Guan Yingtao and Lili respectively. Two hours later, the plane taxied out of the cabin and flew to Xishuangbanna. The man in the first-class cabin held a newspaper in his hand and asked the flight attendant not to disturb him during the whole process. He wanted to recharge his batteries.

The stewardess didn't know what he was going to do to recharge his energy, but the hormones under the suit and shirt were heavy, making people blush and heartbeat.

After landing on the ground, the pick-up driver arranged by Lily was already waiting. Luo Minghan looked at the message sent by Guan Yingtao on his mobile phone, and struggled to read out the strange and weird place name.

"Oh, Mankan Village, it's far away." The local spoke with an accent, which sounded lazy and made people want to add a tilde at the end of every sentence.

120 kilometers, those who didn’t know thought they went abroad to Thailand.

Luo Minghan has no temper. He got into the back seat of the car and continued to close his eyes and meditate, but he could not help but think of Miao Cun playing with others intimately, so the more he raised his teeth, the tighter he gritted his teeth.

Feeling angry, I opened Miao Cun's circle of friends, and there was not even a single post updated, so it's obvious that I don't want to leave!

The air-conditioning in the car was fully turned on, and it smelled like the fragrance of a high-end car, but the driver somehow felt that it was very hot, if there was substantial heat.Glancing secretly from the rearview mirror, he was frightened by the way Luo Minghan gritted his teeth, making his forehead sweat coldly.Who are you competing with?Did you mess with him?No ah!

This road is newly built, with only a subgrade laid, the asphalt has not yet been applied, the road is full of gravel, and it is bumped by heavy trucks and trailers. The noise of driving makes Luo Minghan irritable and the driver feels distressed.

"Boss, why don't you go to such a remote place alone to discuss business?" The driver opened the chatter, trying to change the damn atmosphere.

Luo Minghan didn't lift his eyes, and gave a cold "hmm".

"That's really hard work," the driver sneered. "It's not easy to do big business like you these years."

It's really not easy, leaving a lot of things behind and running to the backcountry——

Luo Minghan didn't know what to answer, the inexplicable anxiety that had haunted him all day cooled down in these two simple questions and answers.

Indeed, what is he plotting?Is he crazy to come to this backcountry to chase people? !

He is indeed insane!

An ominous thud accompanied the violent vibration of the car body, Luo Minghan opened his eyes, and propped his hand on the car window reflexively, "Damn—" the driver gritted his teeth and slammed the wheel, the car swayed and braked on the gravel road. There was a startling rut.

The road is a winding mountain road, leaning against the mountain on one side and hanging on the cliff on the other side, the front of the car barely stopped in front of the roadblock.

"Hiss—" The driver broke out in a cold sweat, and judged based on experience: "The chassis was scraped."

Luo Minghan let out a long breath, suppressed the impatience that was about to erupt, and said coldly and expressionlessly: "Hurry up and check, if there is no problem, leave quickly."

This is the intersection of the curve and the place where the uphill and downhill merge cars, so it is very dangerous.

The driver lay on the ground with his butt pouted and pondered over the chassis for a few minutes. When he stood up, his chest and knees were covered in dust, "I'm sorry, boss, I can't go."

What are you kidding?Luo Minghan was taken aback, the expression on his already stern face was obviously not very good-looking.Before he got angry, the driver explained: "The bottom protective cover of the engine is scratched off, I can't get it off, I have to call for rescue." After finishing speaking, he muttered in a low voice: "Why are you so unlucky, you forgot to read the almanac when you went out?"

Luo Minghan's forehead twitched.It's him who should ask this question!What car did Lily look for? !Bonuses deducted!

"Well," the driver suggested in embarrassment, "you can take a ride, I'll help you get one."

After standing under the sun for 15 minutes, Luo Minghan got into a large truck with the smell of sweat, feet, hair oil and pepper, but it didn't matter. Pig in trailer.

Taking off his suit, his white shirt turned into dried pickles, Luo Minghan folded his arms around his chest, and looked at the little piggy whimpering with snot and saliva hanging in the rearview mirror, and felt that his sense of smell was gradually failing in the strong smell of pigpen .

The stereo in the car was turned on to the max, and the driver sang along in broken Cantonese: "My heart is dripping, I want to take you back to Karma."

Luo Minghan raised his neck and the corners of his eyes twitched, holding his breath and silently let out a long breath from the bottom of his heart.

He's going crazy!

The truck couldn't reach the village, and stopped at a suspicious three-way intersection, "Over there." The master casually pointed at the accelerator, choking Luo Minghan's mouth.

He turned his head while coughing, the endless banana grove, damn, which side is "this side"? !Is there any difference between these three intersections?

Until sunset, Mankan Village, with a strange name and a strange place, finally ushered in an unexpected visitor.

Miao Cun was carrying a drawing board and an easel on his back, a folded ponytail in one hand, his trouser legs were still rolled up one high and the other low, his canvas shoes were turned into slippers by him, and he was holding a bright yellow banana in his right hand, about to put it in his mouth.

With a snap, the whole banana in his hand fell off, Miao Cun blinked blankly, his lips parted slightly.

The setting sun was behind him, dragging its tail to the west.

The little boy in the village was playing with a ball on the concrete floor, and suddenly bumped into his leg with a bang. He looked up and didn't know why he stopped so well.The dirty white ball rolled away and rolled to the stranger's feet.

Luo Minghan is still trying to ask if there is a little liar and painter named Miao Cun here. His nerves are clearly on the verge of collapse. The glance he glanced back was impatient and fierce, but in the next second, he was stunned. In Miao Cun's sight.

"It's so fierce." Miao Cun slightly tilted his head and smiled.

He was holding an unremarkable black suit in his hand, his meticulously styled hair was hanging down, and his sweat-stuffed shirt was hanging loosely. There is a trace of embarrassment in his handsomeness.

How did he happen to be here? !

After not seeing him for nearly a week, Luo Minghan actually felt that he was a little strange.

But he is carrying a drawing board and carrying a ponytail, no matter how you look at him, he looks cute.

The irritability of being tortured by boats and cars all afternoon dissipated in this cuteness. Luo Minghan really didn't know how such a small creature like Miao Cun could grow in the world.

At this moment, he decided to forgive Miao Cun, forgive his willfulness and leave without saying goodbye, as long as he surprises and says "Why are you here", or runs into his arms and hugs him.

Miao Cun had already swallowed his surprise, and asked in an unpleasant way, "How did you become like this?"

Luo Minghan: "..."

Miao Cun tilted his head and looked at him from head to toe, and asked hesitantly, "You...you were robbed?"

Luo Minghan endured and endured until his eyebrows twitched. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore. He tossed his suit and strode towards him, and suddenly pulled him into his arms——

"You don't fucking miss me at all."

He asked through gritted teeth, but the ending sound was difficult.

Miao Cun's body froze, the drawing board was pressed against Luo Minghan, and the pony was foolishly touching his leg.

He closed his eyes, and gradually relaxed and obeyed Luo Minghan's breath, "...Thinking about it."

The thoughts that could not be expressed in the video were finally expressed at this moment.

The children in the village all opened their mouths wide and looked up at them in astonishment.Miao Cun didn't want to bring gossip to his aunt, so he took the initiative to push Luo Minghan away.

The embrace was empty, Luo Minghan actually felt that he didn't hug enough.He desperately needed some warmth to fill the emptiness in his arms.

At the tender moment, Miao Cun coughed and looked away: "Brother Luo, you have a strange smell."

Luo Minghan's face was ugly: "... I took a truck transporting pigs."

Miao Cun was startled, and sniffed suspiciously, "Actually, I want to ask if you have changed your perfume..." Mixed with his tobacco smell and sweat smell, it smells good, and it will make people blush .

Luo Minghan realized that he had been tricked by a small liar, and before he got angry, Miao Cun had already thrown the heavy drawing board easel to him, and ran to the commissary to buy two cans of soda in glass bottles, "Please."

It's Fanta, chilled.The two sat down on the long bench outside the canteen. Luo Minghan wanted to open it for him in a gentlemanly manner. When he was looking for a bottle opener everywhere, Miao Cun had already pressed and pried it together at the corner of the stool. The sound of bubbling unique to carbonated drinks can be heard from below.

Luo Minghan: "..."

Miao Cun had already poured half a bottle with his neck up, and smiled when he saw this: "What are you doing, want to show off?" He handed over the unopened bottle, and said pitifully, "Brother Luo, I don't know how to do it, help me."

Luo Minghan's boredom had already been suppressed, but instead, an evil fire sprang up: "Don't provoke me." He lowered his voice, his voice was husky and grainy like bubbles, "Be honest."

Miao Cun showed an innocent look: "Is that why you miss me?"

Luo Minghan didn't speak.

"Who allowed you to investigate my privacy?"

Luo Minghan still didn't speak, but the eyes that locked him gradually dimmed.

"It's been hard work all the way."

Luo Minghan grabbed his arm and lifted him up. The canteen was dark and the sunlight couldn't reach him. The woman watching the store was sitting behind a high counter, using Douyin. And kissed fiercely.

The dusk was so quiet, the old yellow dog barked, and he didn't know who it was, but there was a fierce threat from the woman behind the counter.The kiss continued in silence, as if everyone had a tacit understanding not to make any noise.Luo Minghan rubbed his waist, bit and sucked Miao Cun's lower lip, and there was the sound of smacking water in the dimness.

Miao Cun's two arms were white and slender, as if they could never be tanned, they tightly wrapped around Luo Minghan's shoulders, pressing him against him so tightly.

Lips parted, eyes blurred while panting, Luo Minghan pecked his lips as if nothing, kissed him, then parted, and asked in a low voice: "Did you miss me?"

It seems that a definite positive answer must be obtained.

Miao Cun pressed against his chest, but hummed softly in his nasal voice, and Luo Minghan blocked his lips again, kissing him like a storm.Two bags of puffed bread were rubbed off by Miao Cun and fell off the shelf. The woman behind the counter asked suspiciously, "Who's there?"

The cabinet door creaked open and closed, she came out from behind the counter, and after a few steps, she saw Miao Cun and a man in a shirt turning out from a corner of the shelf.Miao Cun's red face could not be seen clearly in the dark, only his voice was hoarse and his lips were swollen, he lowered his head and said, "...Aunt Xiang, why don't you have potato chips here?"

How not?Aunt Xiang was puzzled: "Isn't it behind your back?"

In the end, I walked home with three big bags of original potato chips.The easel and drawing board were all in Luo Minghan's hands, and Miao Cun was holding the snacks in his arms, chewing on them as he walked.The wind made his white T-shirt flutter, and the broken hair on his forehead was outlined with a ray of orange golden light by the setting sun.

The midsummer evening wind could not dissipate the heat from the boy's face. He walked slowly through the village, feeling that the whole world was looking at him.

Teacher Luo always said that there would be a summer to accompany him back to Banna to sketch, and Miao Cun even thought about taking him there to play, see and eat, but he never waited for such a year.

The bamboo house of my aunt’s house is hidden in the dense green forest. Behind the house is a continuous banana grove. It is a three-storey house with succulents and orchids hanging from the corridor on the first floor. The eaves are surrounded by four sides. They are also potted flowers. There is a bamboo fence in front of the house. Under the bamboo fence is a long ditch made of wooden troughs. The lotus is in full bloom. It looks pure and coquettish in the twilight. The banyan tree is countless years old, and its air roots hang down long.

My aunt had been waiting for him for a long time. Seeing that there was a stranger behind him, she was taken aback for a moment, then smiled politely and shyly: "This is it?"

Miao Cun touched his nose: "Auntie, this is my friend."

My aunt rolled up the apron she was working on and wiped her hands. She was honest and honest: "Such a big friend..."

Luo Minghan was used to hearing the words "young and promising", his forehead twitched, and his aunt immediately said: "It's good to forget, forget the year!"

Luo Minghan: "..."

What?Ten years old can't be regarded as a year-old friend!

In the dark night, something fluttered and landed in front of Luo Minghan with its big wings—"What am I fucking?!"

The colorful male peacocks walked around in front of him with their heads held high, squinting at him, competing for beauty.

Miao Cun burst out laughing, Luo Minghan faintly collapsed, impotent and furious: "Let it go away!"

Miao Cun couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't believe it with contempt: "Isn't it, you are afraid of peacocks?"

Luo Minghan had already quickly fled to a safe place, and he sneered plausibly: "Do you think it's possible? Why am I afraid of it? Why should I be afraid of a mere bird? Is there anything to be afraid of?"

Miao Cun: "..."

It seems that he has been frightened out of his mind.

My aunt originally prepared home-cooked dishes, including the pounded chicken feet and lemon jelly that Miao Cun likes. When a guest came, she would kill the chicken and fish.Miao Cun took Luo Minghan to the chicken coop, and suddenly felt blessed, and asked, "Perhaps you know that there is a disease called sharp mouth phobia?"

Luo Minghan put his hands tightly in his trouser pockets, and his brows were already throbbing, but there was a cold and disdainful sneer on his face: "What do you want to ask? Do you want to ask me if I have this disease? Fuck, I don't."

Miao Cun: "..."

Confirmed.

My aunt gave orders to catch the old hen, but before my uncle came back from the field, Miao Cun rolled up his trousers and put on long rubber boots, and stepped into the chicken coop covered with chicken droppings and mud puddles.The old hen was in a daze, he was familiar with the way, chasing, blocking and stretching out his hand to squeeze his neck, the chicken was clucking and flying wildly in his hand, Miao Cun walked towards Luo Minghan calmly, and handed it to him with a calm expression——

Luo Minghan jumped three feet away in one step: "Stay away from me!"

Miao Cun was frustrated and lost: "You are really afraid. In fact, I am a chicken..."

amount.

Luo Minghan said coldly, "I think you are a bag of chicken essence."

After it was completely dark, the little uncle came back from the field, and the family accompanied the guests to the table for dinner.

"How did Mr. Luo come here?" Uncle toasted him and exchanged greetings with him.

"Just call me Xiao Luo." Luo Minghan insisted, "...I'm still young."

Miao Cun said with a pop, "cough cough cough..."

I was dying, I almost choked on the Coke.

Luo Minghan glanced at him with a sense of helplessness.I have to say that it is indeed the best age like 29, suave, romantic and handsome.

His gaze just rested on Miao Cun's face casually, and then he politely returned to his little uncle's face, and replied: "I originally arranged for a driver, but there was a problem halfway, I came here by hitchhiking."

"Oh..." Uncle nodded, "But there are not many cars coming here, so you are lucky."

"It took half an hour to wait."

Miao Cun imagined him stretching out his arms to stop the car in the sun, coughing and choking on the dust rolled up by the rear wheels, and couldn't help being a little surprised.He didn't know that Luo Minghan had to suffer so much in order to find him. After all, although he didn't grow up rich and well-clothed, he didn't lack anything. He was such a proud son of heaven, and he had grown into an arrogant young lady—— No, it's the character of the young master.Usually, Aunt Qian, Uncle Ze and a chef serve only one of them, which shows that he is picky about life.

"After getting out of the car, there was still some distance to the village. After walking for half an hour, I met a small truck. Just after delivering the pineapples, it dropped me off at the entrance of the village."

The long country road has no end in sight, and the banana forest is silent when the wind blows, and his mouth and nose are filled with the sweetness of small pineapples.

Just talking about this, my aunt ordered: "Cuncun, go take out the small pineapple in the refrigerator and peel it."

While peeling the pineapple for Luo Minghan, Miao Cun thought, he really knows how to enjoy it. He hasn't peeled any fruit for Teacher Luo yet.The color of the freshly cut pineapple is as yellow as a sunflower, and when one end comes in, the room is filled with a sweet and greasy aroma.The chilled taste is naturally the best. Luo Minghan chewed slowly, feeling that the taste that was destroyed by white wine and millet was soothed.

With his slender forearms bent over his face, Miao Cun asked him in a low voice, "Is it sweet?"

The uncle went to feed the peacock, and the aunt was in the kitchen. Luo Minghan leaned down, clasped the back of his head and kissed him.

When my aunt came out with a new fruit plate, she only felt that Miao Cun's face was so red, and his chin rested on his arm, looking unhappy and reluctant.

"Who bullied you?" My aunt was always unable to speak, and asked something that would misunderstand the guests.

The guest said: "Me."

Miao Cun's face seemed to be on fire with such unashamed words, and he was almost annoyed to death.

Originally, there was a little cousin, but high school started early, and she had already gone to school to report.The girl's room is not easy to move around, Miao Cun's is the only guest room, even if there are a hundred people who are reluctant, Luo Minghan still sleeps in.

He didn't bring any luggage, only money and documents, and even the clothes were for meeting clients. Miao Cun finally realized that Luo Minghan was going on a trip this time.

"Do you really miss me that much?" Miao Cun asked suspiciously, it was the second time today.

Luo Minghan didn't mind pretending to be affectionate, so he responded affectionately and stared at him with heavy eyes.

Miao Cun tilted his head and thought: "But if you miss me so much, why don't you call me and send me a WeChat message?"

Luo Minghan: "..."

How can I remind him tactfully and without any trace that he is angry, don't be angry because of his reluctance, and needs to be coaxed now.

Miao Cun was too lazy to continue to think about it, "You haven't been looking for me for a few days..."

Luo Minghan's face remained calm, his ears pricked up.

"I'm quite quiet." Miao Cun said sincerely, implying that he still had something to say, wishing that Luo Minghan would show up later.

Luo Minghan: "..."

I was left alone.

"But since you're here, I'll stay with you for a few days." Miao Cun didn't know what to think, and he became happy again. "I'll take you around the temple. Do you want to take a speedboat to visit the Mekong River? Then I will take you You go to the night market, to sketch—"

Luo Minghan said: "I don't know how to draw."

Miao Cun stopped suddenly, as if swallowing all the elation he had just said.He smiled reluctantly: "Yes, I was wrong, look at my sketch."

"it is good."

"How many days are you staying?"

Luo Minghan has many friends and is very busy, "Two days."

"So fast?" Miao Cun was taken aback for a moment.

"Three days."

Miao Cun hesitated, and tried his best to cheer up in the disappointment, "It's okay, but there are some places that I can't go to."

Luo Minghan looked at him silently for a while, then cut off the work call from Lily, and said in a calm voice, "Four days are fine—" He explained in a superfluous manner, "It's not very busy."

Miao Cun's eyes and whole face began to brighten again under the light.

Luo Minghan felt tenderness in his heart, "Have you made a plan long ago?"

Miao Cun lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I've been waiting for you."

It's just been many years, and you always don't come.

Guan Yingtao was very concerned about the progress of his trip, and reminded him every now and then: "Wait! Don't rush!"

It's funny, does Love Sage still use him as a teaching assistant?Luo Minghan replied coldly: "I know, don't be wordy."

The next day, I accompanied Miao Cun to sketch in the secret base.It is a mango forest. A cyan mango hangs down from a thin stem, a small one that is far from ripe.Fruit farmers are good at taking care of them. They stand barefoot in the fields wearing bamboo hats and straw hats, looking up at each one. When they are tired, they smoke under the roots of the trees.

Miao Cun's paintings are such ecological genre paintings.

Mingming happily said last night that he would take Luo Minghan around, but he regretted it when he got up this morning, wilting like a sunburned leaf.

"Aren't you going to take me to the temple?"

Miao deliberately took a needle in the bottom of the sea, and said lazily: "I won't go."

He was in a daze, it was because of Teacher Luo's plan, and Luo Minghan doesn't know how to draw, so what's there to see?It's a waste to see.

Luo Minghan was upset: "You can't take back what you gave me."

"Why not?" Miao Cun felt that his statement was strange, and gnawed on a popsicle: "I can give my things to whoever I want, and I don't give them to anyone I don't want to give."

Luo Minghan glanced at him, then turned his eyes back to the cloudless blue sky, and said leisurely: "If you have given it to me, you can't give it to others. It's okay if you don't go shopping with me, and you will never want to go shopping with others in the future, hold back for me." on."

Miao Cun: "...you are so overbearing."

Luo Minghan was tainted with childishness by him, and replied coldly: "It's good that you know."

In the end, I accompanied him to paint from life, under the sun, and helped him carry the easel and carry the ponytail, all the way from the village to the banana grove.

"Cuncun is going to paint again?" Auntie greeted, and picked two pineapples from the basket, "Take them to eat."

After painting all morning, Luo Minghan's remote work finally came to an end, and he asked out of boredom, "You like painting so much? Don't you need to do your professional homework?"

He still remembered that Miao Cun majored in animation, but he had never seen Miao Cun drawing or making software codes on the computer, and he had never even seen a decent computer.

Miao Cun kept writing: "Why do you care so much?"

Luo Minghan smiled slightly, and took out his mobile phone to take a picture of his painting. In the picture, there were hands, a rough draft, and a mango grove in the countryside of Banna.

Miao Cun shuddered, and immediately ordered: "Delete it."

Although Luo Yuanhe closed the circle of friends, if Luo Minghan sent it directly to him on a whim one day, it would be completely exposed.

"why?"

"I haven't finished the painting yet, so there's nothing to shoot," he said nonsensically. He couldn't stand the reason, so he simply put down his pen to grab it, "I'll delete it for you."

Luo Minghan didn't insist much, let him go, and said: "The last time I said to show your painting to my brother, don't you want to know what he said?"

Miao Cun deleted the photo completely, and said flatly: "It must not be such a comment, otherwise you would have told me."

"He said that your two paintings have heavy traces of commerciality and copying. Skills are good skills, but only craftsmanship and copying cannot become an artist."

Miao Cun couldn't help pursing the corners of his lips.He just knew it.

He and Mr. Luo have always had a tacit understanding.

Miao Cun's small triumph of success just slipped by, and he pretended to be frustrated: "Well, I know I don't have talent, but it doesn't matter, I'm just drawing for fun anyway."

"Luo Yuanhe himself is a genius, so not many can be seen by him, but..." As if thinking of something interesting, Luo Minghan lowered his eyes and hooked his lips, "He has a genius in his heart."

Miao Cun stopped writing, and the pores all over his body exploded. He didn't even dare to turn around. He only turned his back to Luo Minghan and asked, "...Who is it?"

"I can't remember the name. It seems that the surname is Yan, and the name is Yan Cen. He called him Cen Cen."

In fact, the word reads "Ai", which is the surname of Dai men.The Dai nationality is a nation with a name but no surname. The surname of the male is "Yan", and the surname of the female is "Yu".

That word is not "Cen" but "Cun". It's just that Miao Cun learned to speak late when he was slurred since he was a child, and Luo Yuanhe heard it as "Cen".

So that name is actually Ai Cun.

That was Miao Cun's child name.Newborn babies are all named by the elders in the village, but Miao Cun's name is not given by his mother.Because Ai is love, Ai Cun exists because of love.

He went from the countryside of Banna to the big city, and his surname was no longer "Ai", and changed from Ai Cun to Miao Cun.

Miao Cun thought blankly, so Luo Minghan knew of his existence.

"He learned painting from Luo Yuanhe when he was very young," Luo Minghan chatted casually, his memory was very faint, so he thought of what to say: "My younger brother often said that his talent surpassed myself, so we must do our best to protect him The environment for learning painting. The child’s family conditions are not good.”

Miao Cun couldn't make any expression on his face. After a while, he pursed his lower lip with a half-smile, and said in a low voice, "Then he is very lucky."

Say a little more.

He has a secret desire in his heart, talk more about Luo Yuanhe and Ai Cen, talk about how Mr. Luo attaches great importance to this little apprentice, how he has praised him and missed him - before the little apprentice never know the corner of time.

"I've seen him."

Under the scorching sun, everything seemed very quiet, not even a cicada, a dog barking, or a human voice. The old yellow dog was sleeping on its belly, and the fruit farmer was dozing with a straw hat on. The machine creaked.

Miao Cun turned around and looked up at Luo Minghan who was wearing a bamboo hat.

"You...have you met him?"

Luo Minghan's face was not in the shadow, the corners of his lips seemed to twitch, his tone was very casual, and he didn't take it seriously: "I look the same as Luo Yuanhe, when I have nothing to do in high school, I go to the studio to see new models, he sometimes If I'm not here, the child will regard me as Luo Yuanhe."