Please don't be so hard on me!

After Miao Cun started school, the two saw each other much less frequently, and usually only communicated by phone and WeChat.

Luo Minghan was very considerate, knowing that Miao Cun couldn't think of ordering takeaway or going to the cafeteria when he was painting, so he asked the chef to make some dumplings, wontons and buns for him. The materials used were the best, and the taste and nutrition were far superior. Supermarket frozen food.

Occasionally he gets off work early, and Miao Cun has no classes at night, so he drives across most of the city to find him, and takes him to some time-honored restaurants in the city to eat delicious food, or take him home to eat Dai cuisine.

There are countless new exhibitions in this city every day, and tickets for touring exhibitions abroad are hard to come by. Luo Minghan solves all ticketing problems for Miao Cun.

For non-open exhibitions of top private collections, he personally took him there and introduced collectors and curators for him.

The private exhibition of the artist Qu Gao and the widow, there is no news on the market, but Luo Minghan can take Miao Cun to drink afternoon tea with him.

At the afterparty where celebrities come and go, he presents invitations, custom-made suits and all outfits to Miao Cun, and Miao Cun rides in his Maybach, just like Cinderella boarding a pumpkin carriage, and is driven to all the gorgeous things.

It's hard to believe that all this happened in just one month.

On the one hand, Luo Minghan is following what he likes, on the other hand, it is because Miao Cunhao is hard to get a date.

"Watching a movie?"

"dont see."

"Going to the exhibition?"

"time and location."

"Do you want afternoon tea?"

"Don't drink."

"Want to see the exhibition?"

"time and location."

Luo Minghan: "."

In fact, Luo Minghan lacks interest in art, because in his subconscious mind, this belongs to Luo Yuanhe's field. He is arty at best. When he accompanied Miao Cun to the exhibition, half of his mind was on looking at Miao Cun, and half of his mind was thinking about investment, perfectly interpreting the top financial person Dual-purpose and efficient time management.

Miao Cun met with several popular contemporary artists, curators, and collectors in this month, and showed amazing calmness and composure, far exceeding Luo Minghan's expectations.

He thought that as far as Miao Cun, a sophomore in a vocational school, had seen the world, these were enough to make him feel terrified and at a loss, and then he became flattered, and if he went a little deeper, he should get lost in the luxury of this top-level resource In the process, he became worried about Luo Minghan's gains and losses.

but……

Having met a pioneer artist who became famous at a young age, Miao Cun said lightly: "It's okay, I don't appreciate his style very much, and I probably won't see his solo exhibition next time."

Having met the old professor of the painting department, Miao Cun respected him and reflected on him: "His works have been perfunctory and empty in recent years. If this continues, he may lose his performance at the end of the year. He should be advised to stop on the platform."

After meeting the curator, Miao Cun took it lightly: "I really like his theme and thinking this time, which is more profound than the one three years ago."

Luo Minghan: "..."

He is young and promising, and Miao Cun is directly young and frivolous.

The expected apprehension and apprehension did not exist.

As expected, I admire my contacts, resources and skills because of this, in my dream.

I just don't know where his confidence and experience come from.

In fact, the answer is obvious. Luo Minghan felt like a mirror in his heart, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and asked calmly, "Do you have a friend or teacher who is very close to you and older than you?"

Miao Cun, who had seen the exhibition, was undefended, and his whole body fell into joy. He let out a "hmm" at the end of the show, and cut a piece of steak with a knife and fork inexperiencedly, "What did you say?"

"Who is the one who accompanied you to the exhibition and took you to meet the curators and collectors?"

Everything he wants to bring Miao Cun to experience, experience, and participate in, that person has already taken the lead.

It's impossible to be unhappy—no, it's not unhappy, it's just the thought of it that makes me uncontrollably jealous.

The western food knife made an unpleasant sound on the disk, Luo Minghan smiled, and brought Miao Cun's plate over to do it for him: "Why, he has time to show you the exhibition, but he doesn't have time to have a decent meal with you. rice?"

Miao Cun didn't fall into this pit, and said calmly, "I don't have such a friend."

Hearing this, Luo Minghan paused and looked up at him.At that moment, his gaze was deep and sharp, the sharpness of insight into everything in the real business field.

In this look, Miao Cun felt that he was transparent.

But Luo Minghan quickly restrained his sharpness, hooked his lips, and casually exposed him: "Is that the person you liked before, is he?"

Miao Cun: "..."

"He accompanied you to the exhibition, took you to some occasions, and taught you the principles of life. You told him that you were afraid of ghosts and the dark, and that you admired him when you were young, but you didn't do anything."

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, Miao Cun swallowed, lowered his eyelashes, "Don't guess, Brother Luo, I only have you."

Luo Minghan stared at him deeply, for a long while, with a proud and lazy attitude: "It doesn't matter if you have, since you have already missed it, it means there is no fate."

Miao Cun seemed to be relieved, but before he breathed out, Luo Minghan said leisurely: "...But this does not prevent me from being jealous of him."

Miao Cun's heart was emptied by his possessive gaze, and his expression became flustered.

It's over, I'm going to be played to death again tonight.

In all fairness, this kind of "torture" does not mean that it is uncomfortable, but just facing the mirror with your knees wide open and being dripping with juice, this kind of scene is embarrassing no matter how you look at it.But he knows the taste by eating marrow, and he can't refuse.

However, Luo Minghan hadn't even really possessed him yet...

Miao Cun didn't dare to imagine this day, he might die.

Luo Minghan crossed his cheeks and looked at him playfully, "Did your classmates still bully you later?"

"What classmate?"

"Those punks who saw you the second time said you were a gay pervert."

Miao Cun completely brainwashed himself every day before going to bed, "I am a sophomore in a vocational school, and I am a scumbag in the animation department" before he dared to fall asleep. Luo Minghan asked this, and he immediately said, "No, they can't beat me."

"Then do they know you're in love?"

Even he himself couldn't figure out why he asked this question.It seems... It seems to be a declaration of sovereignty, a confirmation of one's own sense of existence.He wanted to meet Miao Cun in the school, but Miao Cun didn't give him a chance, and met at the east gate of the school every time.Luo Minghan has never seen the classrooms, dormitory buildings, or the paths he likes in school.

Miao Cun nodded: "I know."

Because of Luo Yuanhe's relationship, the teachers in each department are very familiar with him, and they will call him for any teaching assistant and sketching opportunities, and the seniors and sisters always ask him to help, but he is a loner among the students in the same year.Recently, when he was away nine out of ten times, he knew that his mind was running out.

"Miao Miao is in love, isn't it?" The old professor who teaches abstraction in the fifth studio asked with a smile, "Do you know, Mr. Luo?"

Miao Cun shook his head.

"Then I'll find an opportunity to tell him that you, a little genius, have moved Fan Xin."

"Don't!" Miao Cun said without hesitation, his face immediately turned red, and then realized his impoliteness, his voice softened nervously: "—don't tell him,...don't tell."

Miao Cun's "know it" made Luo Minghan inexplicably happy, the jealousy just now disappeared, so why should he compete with a past tense loser?

"Then when are you going to take me to meet your friend?" Luo Minghan moved the topic to the direction he really wanted to talk with ease: "...Or, meet my friend."

Miao Cun didn't expect this link: "Do you have to see me?"

"Not necessarily, but if you agree, I will be happy with you." Luo Minghan's every line is a standard line that he has said a thousand times, even his gentle tone is exactly the same, "They really want to see you and keep urging me to introduce you Let's get to know each other." He smiled lazily.

Miao Cun thoughtfully changed the question: "Can't you not go?"

Luo Minghan started to attack again, with a little bit of disappointment in his indifferent look: "Yes, if you really don't want to go, I will refuse them. It's just that you have to be laughed at by them."

"why?"

Luo Minghan stared at him helplessly and profoundly: "What do you think? I can't help mentioning you all the time, wanting to bring you in front of them, wanting to tell the world and show off your relationship with me."

Miao Cun was flustered, and the lowered eyelashes hid all emotions.

With the same face and the same gentleness as Teacher Luo, how could he resist?

"Okay," he said reluctantly, "but I'm not good at getting along with strangers."

Luo Minghan hooked his lips, "It's okay, it's just that they may be more casual, I will let them restrain themselves."

When Guan Yingtao got the news, he started to set up a game. The circle that he usually played well also got rumors. Don't frighten the kids away with those dirty tricks and ruin Young Master Luo's brand.

Miao Cun didn't make any effort to dress up that day, he just wore what he usually wears in class, a loose Morandi-colored sweater over a pure white T-shirt, and the same canvas shoes on his feet, leaving Guan Yingtao speechless.

"Damn it, you're so fucking capable!" Guan Yingtao pulled Luo Minghan aside, "Aren't you a little too pure? Do something evil!"

Luo Minghan grinned vaguely while biting a cigarette. In the dim light, his profile was handsome and dandy, a kind of casual badness.

The old fritters, old bastards, and old financial hooligans present at the scene reached a consensus on Miao Cun's unity, which is indeed pure, purer than RMB.

And he looks really amazing, he is cold and innocent, and he even breathes beautifully. When talking to him, he will look at you seriously, making you forget what you want to say for a moment.

Luo Minghan is indeed a top beauty hunter with a top eye in the circle.

"Little pretty," someone teased him, holding his chin, "Our elder brother Luo is not a serious person, so don't take it too seriously."

Luo Minghan protected Miao Cun, and smiled: "Tell me something."

"Okay," the rest of the people teased with a smile, "Take wine in exchange."

This kind of occasion is really a play on the spot. Luo Minghan is the protagonist today, and he was poured. After five or six cups, he put his hand on the backrest to support his temple, and whispered intimately with Miao Cun: "I can't drink anymore, help me." How about a drink?"

Miao Cun took the cup from him, raised his neck without changing his face, and wiped his neck clean, his moist lips were red under the charming light.

Luo Minghan was taken aback by him, and the others had already started booing, Luo Minghan wrapped him in his arms: "Why did you really drink?"

A look of reluctance.

Miao Cun didn't have the nerve to say that he didn't get drunk after a thousand cups, because he was a young talent, so he just raised his face in his arms, thoughtful and well-behaved: "You drink less, you will feel uncomfortable when you get drunk."

Luo Minghan was speechless for a moment, because he was really distressed and couldn't bear it.

Not long after, he wrapped his hands around Miao Cun, protected him in his arms, put his chin on his shoulder, and sighed softly in Miao Cun's ear: "Don't be so stupid."

The people present are all fine people, and they have developed a pair of piercing eyes that can recognize people and colors.

How should I put it, today's Luo Minghan is indeed different from before.

Guan Yingtao is the best wingman to support and set up the stage, "Don't take us seriously, we are all dirty, only Luo Minghan is clean, he treats you differently." Thinking of Luo Luo, "Before he chased you for a while, I still I introduced him to a student from a university of science and technology, but he didn't even take a second look."

He could just open his eyes and talk nonsense, without mentioning that Luo Minghan went to the bathroom to "suck up" him.

But one thing is true, Guan Yingtao thought in his heart, Luo Luo is really far behind this little beauty in front of him, no wonder there is no more after the scribbling.

Miao Cun glanced at Luo Minghan with a half-smile, and Luo Minghan bit his cigarette and raised his hands in surrender: "It's nothing like that, I just met once."

I can really make it up.Miao Cun's smile faded a little.

It's not like I didn't hear it in the office that day, "Last time, Luo Luo asked me why Mr. Luo didn't come over. Look at you, you are addicted to doing it."

Guan Yingtao's tone and voice were very recognizable, and Miao Cun knew immediately that he was the one who said those words to Luo Minghan that day.

It can be seen that what he said just now is correct, that is, they are all dirty in this circle, good at duplicity and weaving lies, talking to the devil and talking to others, they are all ghosts in human skin.

Miao Cun doesn't care whether Luo Minghan has slept with others, but in his heart, he always unconsciously projects Luo Yuanhe's noble qualities onto him, so he has unrealistic expectations of his moral height.Now it seems that he made things difficult for Luo Minghan.

Not only does he cheat, he also lies.

All wine rounds lead to one game at the end: the game of kings.Students have their own way of playing, and social people have their own way of playing. When they were students, people could scream with excitement when they confessed. When Miao Cun lost, Guan Yingtao made him call Luo Minghan's husband in front of everyone.

Luo Minghan did not stand up to smooth things over this time.

The body was so hot after drinking too much wine that the palms were wet, and the blood vessels swelled up and down.

It's not that Luo Minghan has never heard of these two words, but he never listened to Miao Cun.

He turned out to be nervous, with secret expectations.

Meaningful "oh~" came one after another around, Luo Minghan put his hand to his lips and coughed softly, his heart beating abnormally fast.

Miao Cun looked at him, parted his lips, but these two words were not what came out of his mouth: "I'll drink."

Luo Minghan was startled, his heart relaxed, and a feeling of a heavy object falling quickly grabbed his senses.

It is impossible for Guan Yingtao to let him go: "That can't be done, you can't open the back door just because you came here for the first time today, can you?"

A neat "Yes!"

Some people even started urging.

Guan Yingtao looked at Luo Minghan's expression, pondered his psychology, and gave Miao Cun a high and difficult step: "Unless you punish yourself with ten cups."

Miao Cun picked up the wine: "No problem."

The cup was brought to his lips, but someone grabbed his arm.He looked back, it was Luo Minghan.

His face was extremely ugly.

But in the end, he was someone who was used to maneuvering around in the scene. With just a barely audible deep breath, Luo Minghan had already adjusted his expression, "Don't listen to them booing, he's teasing you."

When he took the glass of wine from Miao Cun, he was forceful and unrestrained.

But no one thought that Luo Minghan drank this glass of wine by himself in the end.He drank it down in one gulp, and showed the empty whiskey glass upside down under the light: "Is that all right? I'll take this glass for you."

Miao Cun was stunned for a moment, Luo Minghan clasped his hand firmly, and squeezed his palm tightly.

The scene suddenly calmed down, and Guan Yingtao reacted very quickly, "Oh, that's right! If you want to be a young couple, you can go home and call. What's the matter if you ask us to listen?"

The others also came to their senses, "Boss Luo is too protective of food today, why, he is not willing to let us listen? Then punish yourself with three cups!"

Luo Minghan slightly hooked his lips cynically: "It's easy to say."

Actually drank three cups in a row, without changing his face, there was still a faint smile on the corner of his lips, but everyone could feel his displeasure and sternness.

He used to be so incapable of taking jokes, he has always been very comfortable in these scenes, he is not clinging, flattering, indifferent, or filthy, and he is not too high-minded, everything is handled just right, and the sense of control will make you Everyone feels very comfortable.

Guan Yingtao secretly scolded him for being crazy.

Take the fucking wrong medicine!

This scene was precariously decorated with hustle and bustle, but it only lasted for 10 minutes, and the scene ended early.

Miao Cun and Luo Minghan stayed at the end. As brothers, Guan Yingtao felt that it was necessary for him to teach him what is called scene, what is called social interaction, and what is called emotional intelligence.

"Miao Miao," he called after Luo Minghan, and took Miao Cun's back two steps away: "Brother, I have to teach you today, knowing that you are still a student, you will be shy if you don't let go, but today we have no outsiders , don't treat us as outsiders, we are all in the same relationship as family members, it's really nothing if you call Luo Minghan your husband."

Miao Cun remained silent.

Guan Yingtao could see his displeasure, and felt a little displeased herself: "Luo Minghan has different identities, sometimes jokes come here, and if you are too high-minded, you will spoil the fun. You don't give him face, and it is you and him who make people laugh. , understand?"

Luo Minghan, with his suit draped over one shoulder, lit his cigarette with a downcast face.The faint blue flame of the lighter illuminated his deep eyebrows, and he said without emotion: "Don't teach me."

Guan Yingtao sneered when he saw him protecting the food, "Why, does my heart hurt?"

Luo Minghan smiled silently, and called Miao Cun: "Come here, don't listen to him."

Guan Yingtao let him go unwillingly.He didn't dare to annoy Luo Minghan, after all, he was really good at making money.

Miao Cun moved a step, and the smoke was so thick that Luo Minghan couldn't see his expression clearly.He was originally here today to show off his booty, but now, he suddenly felt that Miao Cun was far away from him, so he remained silent for a while, and called him again wearily: "Miao Miao."

The two walked out of the clubhouse, but Guan Yingtao was not willing to see them off either.He felt that Luo Minghan had lost his mind and went crazy. If possible, he should pour two basins of cold water for him to take a shower.

Luo Minghan held a cigarette between his fingers and did not hold Miao Cun's hand.

After leaving the clubhouse, the temperature dropped, and while waiting for the car to arrive, he finally couldn't help putting his suit on Miao Cun's shoulders: "Don't get cold."

Pulling up the collar for him, she paused for a while, and took advantage of the situation to hug Miao Cun into her arms.

"Don't like these two words?" He found a reasonable step for Miao Cun.

Miao Cun let out a "hmm".

He can call him Brother Luo, but he cannot call him Husband. These two words are like spells that open the door with sesame seeds, leading to completely different paths.

Luo Minghan's big hand covered his hair, and with some force, he pressed Miao Cun very close to his neck, "What if in the future? Don't you even bark?"

Miao Cun didn't answer, he smiled to himself: "You don't bark on the bed?"

He asked gently, and Miao Cun thought for a while: "Why call a husband who will definitely break up after less than a year? There is no husband who only dated for a year."

The suit on his body suddenly became wrinkled, and it was Luo Minghan's hug that lost strength.He clasped Miao Cun tightly, almost turning from hugging to confinement.

"It makes sense." He was silent for a long time before he smiled and let out a deep breath, "Why am I not as smart as you?"

The smoke caught in the fingertips burned a long strand of soot, which fell into the night wind in a rustle.

He used to think that Miao Cun was obsessed with him to death, but now he wants to ask him, is the person you like really me?

Actually you don't like me at all.

The car came, and the driver opened the door for the two of them.Luo Minghan got into the car and didn't say another word.He seemed to be very drunk and tired, his deep eyes were closed, leaving Miao Cun with a silent and handsome side face.

Miao Cun didn't know why he was holding his hand even when he fell asleep. He moved his palm and wanted to pull it out, but Luo Minghan clasped it firmly.

After mid-October, the cold wind from Siberia passed through, and the weather was swept into winter at once.

The cooling came quickly and quickly, accompanied by typhoon-like squalls and heavy rainfall.

Miao lived in the self-study room to prepare for the mid-term project of the British class, but in a blink of an eye, he realized that it was already dark enough to turn on the lights, and when he looked up again, the black clouds were overwhelming the city outside the window, and the rain was pouring, and the strong wind almost broke the street trees on the campus. , it was 03:30 in the afternoon, and there was no one in the huge campus.

He has the character of being safe when he comes, and it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t bring an umbrella. He has been studying until night, the rain has not stopped, the sewer system in the old campus is not good, and people in the corridors are teased. boating.

Miao Cun simply gave up the idea of ​​going out for dinner.

It was already 09:30 when Luo Minghan called.

"... come to pick me up?"

Luo Minghan should be in the car, he could hear the ticking sound of double blinking, "The weather is bad, I want to see you."

Miao Cun looked at the crazy weather outside, "I..."

It's over, he is in the classroom of the Academy of Fine Arts.

"I've already arrived in the university town, you give me the address, I'll come to you."

Miao Cun squeezed the phone tightly, and twirled the pen twice in his hand.I tried to take a taxi just now, and there were more than 200 people in line, and the teaching building was closed when the line was up.He couldn't walk back to the villa in the rain.

"I teach at the Academy of Fine Arts."

"You are in the Academy of Fine Arts?" Luo Minghan was stunned, his brows furrowed, "Why are you there?"

"There is a teacher who can attend the class, and I have been listening to it for half a semester," Miao Cun explained lightly, "I will send you the location."

"No, I know where it is."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you."

Miao Cun felt that his reason was still valid, and he would go to the vocational school to meet with Luo Minghan a few times later, which should dispel his doubts.He waited for him in peace.

In the dark night and rain, the high beams are turned on to the maximum, and the double flashes are constantly on to ensure driving safety.Luo Minghan didn't dare to drive too fast, and slowly turned the next corner.

In such a ghostly weather, those who are alone are very pitiful.

Seeing such a poor ghost, Luo Minghan put his book on his head with his raised hand, and rushed to the nearest bus stop in the rain.But the whole body was already soaked through.

Luo Minghan drove slowly, and just took a casual glance, and found that this person looked familiar.

It's Lolo from HKUST.

He didn't wear much clothes, and was terribly cold. He lowered his head to shake off the water on his body and hair, and stomped his feet.

When the Land Rover stopped by the side of the road, Luo Luo didn't realize anything, until the sound of the car door being pushed open amidst the sound of rain, he looked up and saw Luo Minghan in astonishment—he leaned over a little, and was indifferent to Luo Luo He ordered: "Get in the car."

Luo Luo was still in a daze, and Luo Minghan's brows and eyes were already stained with a touch of impatience: "The rain is coming in."

It was like waking up from a dream, and stepped into the co-pilot in two steps.

The door was slammed shut, and the wind from the air conditioner made him sneeze a little.

Luo Minghan handed him the whole pack of tissues, and thoughtfully raised the wind, "Wipe."

The water soaked the khaki leather seats, leaving dark water stains on them.

Luo Luo wiped her hair, face and hands, as well as the soaked book, and said shyly, "Dirty your car."

"It's okay." Luo Minghan restarted the car and drove out of the bus lane, "Where are you going?"

"University of Science and Technology."

The University City is so large that it is almost as big as a district. Luo Minghan is not familiar with HKUST, so he asked him, "Is it far?"

"Five kilometers." Luo Luo sensed that he must have something to find someone else, and immediately said: "You can just drop me off at the crowded place ahead, and I can take a taxi back."

"I can't get a taxi now."

really.Luo Luo knew it too, so he fell silent.

He didn't dare to imagine that Luo Minghan could really give him a ride.

Luo Minghan threw the phone to him: "Navigation."

Miao Cun waited until 10:30, when the lights in the teaching building were really going to be turned off, and the security guards started chasing people and locking the classrooms one by one.Miao stood in the lobby of the teaching building for another 15 minutes, and the wind made him sneezed.

When I got in the car, I obviously knew that the co-pilot had been in someone else's seat. Although I had wiped it, the wetness still made me feel uncomfortable and cold.

"I picked up someone on the way." Luo Minghan embraced him sideways, looked down at him for a while, and said softly, "A kiss?"

Miao Cun quietly kissed him briefly.

Luo Minghan has been waiting for Miao Cun to ask who he is, why it took so long to come since he was on the way, and what he was doing.

His rhetoric is so full of loopholes, Miao Cun should have asked.

But the repeated screen swiping on the phone attracted all of Miao Cun's attention.

The heavy rain and the visit to the Academy of Fine Arts to see the sea had already made the oil painting department lively all afternoon, but this time, almost all the living people were mobilized:

"Professor Luo has returned to China! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"