Please don't be so hard on me!

It's not difficult to find out what's wrong with Miao Cun. Miao Cong just took a photo of him and Luo Yuanhe to his alma mater for a walk.

There is also a legend that Miao Cun was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts without admission. The school girls are still talking about Miao Cun's solitary life when he was a high school student, and how the young man picked him up from school every weekend.Because the two got very close, and Miao Cun looked at him with such blazing eyes, rumors of homosexuality followed like a shadow, and even developed into school violence.

"It's him." The girl carefully identified more than a dozen photos. "He is also a painter. Sometimes Miao Cun jokingly calls him Mr. Luo. I've heard of it."

The matter went around in a circle, and Miao Cong finally discovered that he had stepped into the truth when he saw the sketchbook, but in the end he was deceived by Miao Cun cunningly and treacherously.

That's right, his cheap brother is so despicable, vicious, despicable, good at disguising, and good at deceiving.Even his mother Li Liping was deceived, as if she had aged more than ten years all of a sudden, and she no longer had the kind of heart that was higher than the sky in the past, and the words "I want to learn from your brother", "I want to Thank you so much bro."

Miao Cong almost fucking vomited.

What did Miao Cun save him?But did the matter of the five paintings take him any effort?That was just a drop in the bucket for him!He only came out with a handful of things and wanted to be his Miao Cong's savior?Is there such a cheap thing in this world?Especially the picture of Miao Cun pushing open the door and appearing against the light, as pretentious as a savior, was deeply imprinted in Miao Cong's mind, making him feel nauseous whenever he thought of it, and couldn't help but clenched his fists Grit the back molars.

How embarrassed he is, Miao Cun is as damned as he is.

So now he doesn't want to blackmail Luo Yuanhe. Compared with making money, Miao Cong has a more substantive and more relieving goal - he hopes that Luo Minghan can take action to clean up Miao Cun.

On the Internet, Luo Minghan has no less information than Luo Yuanhe.He is young and promising, with a prominent aura, and an outstanding alumnus. He can be seen on various capital platforms with a glamorous, calm and suave figure.

There is no doubt that Luo Minghan is Miao Cun's backer.So, does Luo Minghan know that his boyfriend is actually his own younger brother who he secretly admires?

The answer is that he didn't even know that Miao Cun was Luo Yuanhe's student.

This is the truth deduced by Miao Cong's long-term follow-up.Miao Cun must be deceiving Luo Minghan, otherwise, he wouldn't spend a lot of trouble every day to let his boyfriend send him to the vocational school, and then drive to the Academy of Fine Arts by bicycle.I will not look far away and go to the library of the vocational school for self-study.

Obviously, Luo Minghan was deceived by Miao Cun just like him.

Miao Cong said with confidence the truth he deduced: "The person Miao Cun likes is not you, but your younger brother. He went to sketch with the courtyard today. Let me guess what excuse he used to deceive you." He tilted his head and thought for a second, then raised the corners of his lips into a wicked smile: "Go back to Xishuangbanna on vacation?"

Luo Minghan looked at him expressionlessly: "Why do you think that I will believe what you say?"

Miao Cong shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes revealed a lifeless insidiousness that was completely different from that of high school students: "I just can't stand my brother cheating everywhere. As for whether you believe it or not, I don't care. To be honest, my brother is very You can be deceiving, our whole family has been deceived by him for many years, and you are not the only victim." He curled his lips indifferently: "Autism, you only have yourself in your heart, and no one else."

Miao Cong knew that although the man in front of him seemed to be condescendingly examining him and oppressing him with his gaze, he had already listened to every word he said.

His aura is just at the end of his strength, and his calmness is also forced. You see, even his face is so ugly, showing an unbelievable defeat.

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Search for the word "Miao Cun" in Baidu, and many related reports will pop up, including the happy news published by Miao Cun's alma mater of high school, and the school news of the Academy of Fine Arts, which states which high-level exhibitions Miao Cun's works have been selected for .

Luo Minghan browsed and browsed, and laughed out of nowhere.

Miao Cun said that he was studying animation, but he had never turned on a computer in front of him. He spent all his time drawing oil paintings and reading albums.

He picked him up from the library of the Academy of Fine Arts several times, and each time he said that he rented the campus card of the students of the Academy of Fine Arts privately, and came here to borrow some books that were difficult to borrow outside.

He actually, never doubted him, not even an iota.

He was shortlisted for such a high-level exhibition, and the school arranged an interview. Miao Cun was serious and indifferent in front of the camera. He was not surprised by favor or humiliation. He only smiled slightly at the last question. He said, "I am most grateful to Teacher Luo Yuanhe. I can draw with Teacher Luo forever.”

forever.

The interview video is very short. After letting it go once, the countdown counts down and the loop repeats.Luo Minghan couldn't remember how many times he cycled, but in the end he only remembered the phrase forever.

He even talked about a year, two years, or a lifetime, afraid of disturbing Miao Cun and scaring him away. It turned out that Miao Cun had already promised others the forever in his heart.

Xu gave it to his own brother.

"Last time I wanted to entrust Miao Miao to your care." Luo Yuanhe said Miao Cun's real name, and returned to the habit of calling him Miao Miao, and said lightly to Luo Minghan over the phone: "I'm afraid you will teach him to be bad." , think about it or forget it.”

"What do your friends call you?"

"Miao Miao."

Miao Miao, such a lovely two-syllable, was not the first one he called.

"Didn't you always call him Cen Cen before?" Luo Minghan's heart was blank. He seemed to have reached a desolate no-man's land. He couldn't find anything, so he could only calmly ask such an insignificant question. .

"He said that only the elders would call him that," Luo Yuanhe smiled, "I was not allowed to call him that when I was in high school, and I changed it to Miao Miao."

Luo Minghan didn't speak.

"He is excellent and very famous in the Academy of Fine Arts. When I return to China, I will let you meet sometime." Luo Yuanhe thought of something, laughed loosely, and joked: "He always thought that I saved him. It's time for him to meet the real savior."

Luo Minghan also laughed, but his laughter was hoarse, like a piece of fresh flesh being repeatedly ground on rough sandpaper until it was dripping with blood.

He said: "If I had known he was so stupid, I wouldn't have played that kind of joke with him."

I will tell him on the first day, look clearly, my name is Luo Minghan, his name is Luo Yuanhe, we are two different people.

While wiping his hair with a bath towel, he repeatedly ordered him that it was Luo Minghan who rescued you today, don't forget about it.

He will hold his little hand tightly when he is forced to go to ride the roller coaster, and let him remember that the person who accompanied you to the amusement park for the first time has his own name, he is not called Brother Luo, His name is Luo Minghan.

But so what.

The person who can draw is Luo Yuanhe.

The heroes in Miao Cun's life, Sunlight and Moonlight, want to be with him forever, is Luo Yuanhe who can draw.

He can't draw.

He hates painting the most.

The story is always the story of Miao Cun and Luo Yuanhe, and he is just a noise in it.Even the birthday, it was obviously two people together, and he was dating him, but what he remembered was only Luo Yuanhe's.Only after the fact, he would say, now that I know, that day is "also" your birthday.

"That day, he came to celebrate your birthday with you." Luo Minghan said without a word, after thinking for a while, he asked slowly: "How did he spend your birthday with you?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Luo Yuanhe seems to have heard a little bit of envy.

Luo Minghan was envious of him, cautiously, like a poor child asking a rich man's son, hey, is that piece of candy in your hand delicious? ...It must be very sweet.He hadn't tasted either.

Luo Yuanhe was silent for a second: "He asked for leave to fly to Paris and stayed with me for four days."

Four days.

At that time, he could not find him all over the world.

"Really." Luo Minghan smiled very lowly, panting.

Luo Yuanhe asked keenly: "Are you sick?"

As if he had heard the Arabian Nights, Luo Minghan laughed in a low voice: "No," he sat in the car with his face downcast, the heels of his palms resting on his eye sockets, "the wind is strong in spring."

She hooked her lips and continued to ask, "Did you accompany him to the Louvre?"

Luo Yuanhe smiled and shook his head because of his intuition: "He likes to see exhibitions very much, and he often takes him to see them when he is in China."

"Who is the person who accompanied you to the exhibition and brought 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 turned out that that person was Luo Yuanhe.

Then when he was walking around the exhibition, facing two identical faces, even for a fraction of a second—had he ever thought of him as Luo Yuanhe?Do you think in a trance, if only Mr. Luo is by your side now?

Luo Minghan opened the central control, and there was only an empty hard-shell cigarette case inside.He squeezed the cigarette case flat, and when he leaned on the steering wheel, the car made a sharp and continuous horn sound, as if it wanted to wake up the flowers from spring.

Luo Yuanhe casually talked about those four days: "I went to Barbizon on the first day, walked around the banks of the Seine on the second day, spent the next two days in the Louvre, and saw some other exhibitions by the way. On the night of my birthday Accompany him to set up a painting stall in Montmartre to sell sketches on a whim."

Luo Minghan said sincerely, "It's quite romantic."

He is also very familiar with France, he has been to all these places, and when he heard Luo Yuanhe say this, he imagined putting Miao Cun's beautiful figure under the evening wind of the sunset in Paris.It's strange, he is only good at dealing with numbers, but not good at imagining. No matter how much he thinks about it, he can't describe one ten-thousandth of Miao Cun's happiness at that time.

"He gave you a present, didn't he?"

"delivered."

"What is it."

"What about your household registration?" Luo Yuanhe didn't like to answer him anymore.The bracelet is a very intimate item, and he doesn't want to cause unnecessary misunderstanding for the time being.

After asking so many questions, Luo Minghan finally asked the most insignificant question that adults probably wouldn't pay attention to: "Did he tell you happy birthday at zero o'clock?"

Luo Yuanhe said lightly, "Yes."

After he had been restless for three days, his only, last, and humble hope was nothing more than a zero-point blessing.As long as I receive Miao Cun's happy birthday at zero o'clock, it doesn't matter if people don't show up, it doesn't matter if there are no gifts, and everything doesn't matter, as long as I say "Happy Birthday".

It turned out that the last thing he longed for and still failed was just the most insignificant part on Luo Yuanhe's 30th birthday.

The voice hung up, and Luo Minghan fell asleep in the car.It was parked not far from the entrance of the parking lot, and the sun in May made his pale eyelids burn, creating a bizarre dream in his sleep.I dreamed that he accompanied Miao Cun to walk slowly on the field ridge in the countryside of Xishuangbanna, Miao Cun was carrying a horse tie, he was carrying an easel, and the cicadas chirped long after.I dreamed that he said "Luo Minghan, I'm in pain", tears fell one after another, wrapped around his shoulders, bit his lip and cried silently until he died.Dreaming of the star-studded night market in Banna, "Little Elephants, a group of ten yuan", three letters are engraved on the bracelet.

I slept from morning to afternoon, until someone knocked on the car window.The security guard said politely: "Sir, you'd better park your car in the underground garage."

Luo Minghan's face turned blue, he was in a daze for a few breaths, and said "OK".

Back in the house, it was as if he fell ill in a second, fell on the bed, and fell asleep day and night.

Miao Cun sketched on the grasslands of neighboring provinces. The shepherds were waving their whips high, their hoofs were neighing and raised up, and the sleeves of their Mongolian robes were thrown away in the sun. Professor Xin hoped that they could root their paintings in the soil of reality and classics. At night, A group of students gathered around the bonfire to eat roasted whole lamb. The flames were bright orange and red, reflecting Miao Cun's profile like a picture.

"Miao Miao, you are very absent-minded." said the kind senior sister.

"I can't bear to have a girlfriend." Others joked.

"Is the little fairy boy moved by Fanxin?"

Miao Cun got a headache when he heard the word "Xiaoxiannan", and rubbed his forehead with his palm, dumbfounded: "Senior sister, don't make fun of me."

But he was really thinking about Luo Minghan.Think why he hasn't contacted himself yet.

This is not in line with Luo Minghan's style. As usual, the second he landed and turned on the phone, countless WeChat messages would flood in.He will ask if he has arrived, if there is anyone to pick him up, if he is tired, what he is doing, whether he is in a meeting or meeting a client, and finally he will say "missing you".

People who used to hate chatting on WeChat, but today they open it habitually with such a mood.But it failed again.

Fortunately, sketching is not a spring outing. All the schedules are well-organized and full. Besides, he has to help Professor Xin. is tired.

Another day passed, and the campfire was still as lively. Miao Cun walked a long way, looked up at the stars in the sky, and breathed out white air when he breathed.He identified the Big Dipper, Orion, and finally couldn't help calling Luo Minghan.

"Hey?"

Miao Cun was startled, and felt that the voice was unfamiliar, "Brother Luo, what's wrong with your throat?"

"Cold, inflammation."

"Is it serious? Did you take your medicine? Did you go to the hospital?"

"almost done."

"……Oh."

After a while of silence, Luo Minghan threw off the quilt and got out of bed, and saw himself in a mess in the mirror of the sink, with scraggly beard, red hairs under his eyes, and his face was black and blue.As if sick and dying.He smiled self-deprecatingly, and asked Miao Cun, "Why did you remember to call me?"

Miao Cun couldn't tell.

He raised his head and reconnected Orion from the sky full of stars, counting silently in his heart, and said, "It's nothing, I just want to ask...why haven't you looked for me these few days."

Luo Minghan splashed cold water on his face. Hearing this, he seemed to have been choked, from the tip of his nose to his eyes, making his eyes burn.

"Do you want me to find you?"

"Ah."

Luo Minghan raised his face, looked at himself in the mirror, curled his lips, and glanced down, "Did Miaomiao miss me?"

Miao Cun was quiet for a longer time this time.It was so uncomfortable, these three words made him feel uncomfortable all over, made him feel at a loss what to do, and made him feel hot in the cold night wind, he bit his inner lip for a long while before saying: "...I miss you."

It is really three words that are more difficult than fighting.

Luo Minghan laughed out loud this time, and clenched the razor tightly: "I miss you very much, too."

"I'll be back tomorrow."

"so fast."

Miao Cun was stunned for a moment, then said angrily, "What, you think I'm coming back too soon."

Luo Minghan felt that he couldn't laugh, because when he smiled, his heart would be pulled tight.But he really wanted to laugh, so there was pain in his smile, "No, I hope you will come back in a second." After a pause, he called him "Baby".

The scale of this phone call was a bit beyond the standard, and Miao Cun felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, which was abnormal like a fever.He blew the wind for a while before he dared to go back.

The sound of the electric shaver hummed in silence, Luo Minghan shaved his beard clean, tidied up his grooming, and barely returned to his human appearance.In this short 10 minutes, he figured out one thing.

It's no big deal, Miao Cun likes him, not Luo Yuanhe, and concealing his identity is because he is afraid that he will be suspicious, think too much, and worry about gain and loss.He told Miao Cun from the first day they were together that he hated people confusing him with Luo Yuanhe the most. That sentence must have scared Miao Cun. He was afraid that he would not be able to explain clearly, so he simply called himself and Luo Yuanhe aside.

The engraving on his bracelet is LMH, Luo, Ming and Han.

No matter how hard you try, you can't spell Luo Yuanhe's.

As for birthday... At that time, his attitude towards Miao Cun was just for fun. His Miao Miao is so sensitive, he must have noticed it a long time ago.Miao Miao will also be sad, and when she is sad, she will seek to protect herself and not let herself get too involved.That's why he chose to celebrate Luo Yuanhe's birthday instead of him.

Later, when I found out the truth, didn't I make up the gift?Together with the words "Happy Birthday", an additional New Year's gift was added.

Luo Yuanhe is very important to him, but it is not love.It was because he was afraid that this important thing would hurt Luo Minghan that he chose to hide it.

How could Miao Cun love him as Luo Yuanhe?They are very different, and Luo Yuanhe has invited him to France. If he really likes Luo Yuanhe, he will definitely wait until he goes to France to confess his love, right?How could he be with him, how could he go to see his parents several times?Even if you talk casually as a stand-in, that means pushing Luo Yuanhe away forever.Who would do such an illogically stupid thing?

Therefore, the person Miao Cun loves is indeed him.

Logic does not lie.Luo Minghan pulled out his tie and tied it slowly. Logic cannot lie, and no lie can be self-consistent and logical.

Logic does not lie, logically deduced, Miao Cun loves him, not Luo Yuanhe.

Long live logic, Luo Minghan embraces logic.

Long live logic.

Luo Minghan fastened his tie, walked out the door, and walked under the starry sky, and then suddenly remembered, it's night, what kind of crazy is he, what kind of tie is he wearing, what kind of suit is he wearing, what kind of work is he going to?So he went back and took off his clothes one by one.The brain that is good at logical thinking is faintly disturbed.He seemed to have forgotten more, fatal details.

But so what?It's all irrelevant.As long as the three words LMH on the bracelet belong to him, this love can stand.

The plane landed at night, and Luo Minghan went to the airport to pick him up, and asked Aunt Miao Cun and his family how they were doing.

"it is good."

Luo Minghan couldn't help laughing, amidst the roar of the engine, he saw Miao Cun hesitate to speak.

"what happened?"

He looked tired, and his face was pale. He neutralized the coldness and arrogance of his body, and became very gentle.Miao Cun didn't speak, just lowered his eyes and awkwardly squeezed into his arms through the central control.

Luo Minghan's heartbeat stopped suddenly, and he half-raised his hands, not knowing whether to land on his shoulders or politely push him away.

There was no movement for a long time, Miao Cun let go of his waist.

The smile on Luo Minghan's face was very light: "Stop hugging for a while?"

"You don't miss me." Miao Cun didn't look at him, but looked at the red arrow on the map on the display.

Luo Minghan clasped his chin and gently forced his face to turn to him.

He was not deformed at all. He was so beautiful when he was a child, but he became even more beautiful when he grew up. His facial features and face shape were all in the same mold. Luo Minghan couldn't figure out why he didn't recognize him.

He must have recognized him subconsciously, otherwise how could he explain that he had evil thoughts when he saw him the first time, saying that he was playing with his hands, but he was so distressed that he couldn't beat him, scold him, and wish he could confess to him like the moon?

After all, it was a small animal he saved by himself.

Luo Minghan stroked his eyes lightly with his fingertips: "What do you want to think about? It hurts to think about it, so do you?"

Before Miao Cun could answer, he turned his face, closed his eyes, and kissed her gently.

When he got home, the first thing Miao Cun did was to turn on his computer and check his email—he was waiting for the admission notice.

Luo Minghan poured him a glass of water, and watched him pick up the water while browsing the mailbox.

He said lightly: "Luo Yuanhe is getting married."

It was the crisp sound of glass breaking.

From his wrist to his fingertips, Miao Cun felt like he was having a spasm.He couldn't hold the cup, and watched it slide down, falling to pieces under the joint gaze of him and Luo Minghan.

Luo Minghan smiled, gentle and doting: "Why are you so careless?"

"I'm sorry..." Miao Cun said sorry, pushed away the chair and squatted down, picking up the pieces one by one.The sharp edge cut his fingertips, but he didn't notice it. He just lowered his head and asked with a smile, "Really, when? In France?"

Blood was dripping on the tip of the glass, Luo Minghan squatted down, sighed softly, took Miao Cun's hand, pressed the bleeding finger between his lips, and sucked it.

The sudden warmth and tingling pain caused Miao Cun to gasp slightly, and his shoulders shook accordingly.

It woke him up from the horror of a nightmare.

"At the end of the year, in China." Luo Minghan touched the small wound lightly, and said without changing his face: "He will bring his fiancée back to China, and then return to France to settle down."

Miao Cun withdrew his hand, with a smile on his face, turned his back hastily, and said, "Then congratulate him."

Why are there so many fragments on the ground, he couldn't finish them no matter how hard he picked them up, he picked up a small one and put it in his palm, treating it like a treasure.

Looking at his thin and thin back, Luo Minghan embraced him from behind, slowly and gradually exerting force until the hug became airtight.

"I'll take you to the wedding."

Miao Cun knelt on the ground with his knees on the ground, still with a smile in his voice: "No need, I don't know Mr. Luo well...it's embarrassing."

"How can you be unfamiliar?" Luo Minghan kissed his ear, and said in a low, gentle and cruel way: "I will personally hold your hand, walk up to him, tell him every word seriously, and introduce him to you. ,……you are mine."