Please don't be so hard on me!

When he started painting again, Miao Cun felt very uncomfortable, because Luo Minghan always sat beside him.

In fact, Luo Minghan didn't speak, so he wouldn't disturb him, but when Miao Cun was painting, he would unconsciously put down his brush and paint tray.

"Why do you always look at me?"

"Look at your paintings."

"You are looking at me, not the painting."

"That may be because you look better than paintings."

"Your gaze disturbed me." Miao Cun said bluntly.

Luo Minghan turned his eyes lightly and looked at the painting: "What are you painting?"

"landscape."

"I thought you were sketching."

Miao Cun said, "You are so stupid."

Luo Minghan smiled and pointed to the canal on the screen where the ice was broken: "What kind of river is this? The river in Xishuangbanna doesn't freeze."

Miao Cun picked up the brush again and concentrated on adjusting the paint: "The river in the dream."

After three days, the painting was finally finished.The weather was fine that afternoon, the sky was clear and the light was soft, and the picture was as beautiful as in a dream.Luo Minghan was with him, he was admiring, Miao Cun was looking at him, with completely different moods.

"Who is this person?" Luo Minghan pointed to a person in the lower left corner of the picture, wearing a thick hat, only showing his side face, with a white breath in front of his eyes.

Miao Cun glanced at it: "A person passing by."

"His expression is different from others."

Others were bustling with enthusiasm, but he was in a daze, his eyes turned to the other side, and his eyes were obviously absent-minded.

"Because the excitement is on the other side of the river, it has nothing to do with him. He is waiting for someone."

Luo Minghan was silent, his Adam's apple twitched, and he asked, "Who are you waiting for?"

Miao Cun was cleaning the brush, and the smell of turpentine permeated under the clear sky: "I don't know, who can tell what happened in the dream." After cleaning, he threw down the rag, smashed the brush into the pen holder, and continued He took the painting off the easel and raised his hand, and the light blue river in winter flew into the sky like a flat plane, spinning and flying far away, and finally crashed and fell to the ground. into the fields.

Luo Minghan swallowed his voice, and asked incredulously, "Why did you throw it?"

"It's not a good drawing."

"What's wrong?"

"It's just not good." Miao Cun said, "It's more lively in the dream."

The fence is very high and cannot be climbed over. Luo Minghan walked towards the door, intending to go out and pick up the painting.

"Someone will pick it up." Miao Cun said disapprovingly.

"Who?"

"People from the village."

At sunset, sure enough, a farmer walked across the ridge of the field, carrying a hoe and wearing a straw hat, but he couldn't tell who it was.Seeing the painting, he bent down to pick it up, patted the grass foam and mud on it, put it under his arm and walked away.

When we were having dinner, Luo Minghan brought this matter up and asked his aunt, "Oh, that painting." The aunt obviously knew the inside story, "Cuncun painted a lot of paintings, and I threw away every one of them, and it was almost hanging in every house Yes, it's the same as wholesale." She said with a smile.

"Draw one, throw another?" Luo Minghan was stunned, "Are they all the same painting?"

The auntie nodded while holding her chopsticks.

The little uncle said: "It's fine for him to be happy. If he doesn't like it, he will lose his temper if he looks intrusive."

Auntie kicked him lightly under the table.

For the family members of autistic patients, the deepest torment is not in caring for him, but in his capriciousness.It is very likely that he was still obedient to you yesterday, but today he completely turns his face and denies you, or it may be easy to talk like a spring breeze yesterday, but today he fell into nervous irritability and panic again.

The same is true for Miao Cun.

Miao Cun's dinner consisted of pounded chicken feet and rice jelly, which he ate alone in the yard.The grass in the yard was neglected, and the flowers on the tassels were already very long. The rabbit jumped into it and disappeared.He sat cross-legged on the ground, facing the direction of the setting sun, and heard the constant sound of insects, birds returning to the forest, and a gust of wind blowing up.

Luo Minghan brought watermelon and mosquito repellent, sprayed some on Miao Cun's body, squatted down, and asked him: "Miao Miao, do you want to see the river in your dream?"

Holding the melon in his hands, Miao Cun raised his face and asked suspiciously, "Is there any?"

"Have."

"where is it?"

"It's very far away, more than 3000 kilometers."

"I can't see it until I recover from my illness."

Luo Minghan smiled, lowered his head, and folded a leaf with a grass stem between his fingers: "Can you tell me why you like that river so much?"

He has always been very patient and gentle, and the difficulty and trembling of the ending is well concealed.

"Didn't you take me there?"

Just now it was the river in a dream, but now it has become a river that has been there in real life. Luo Minghan was startled, subconsciously surprised, and then realized something, and the joy in his eyes gradually extinguished.

He almost forgot that he is now "Luo Yuanhe".

The heartbeat was violently disordered, the pain grabbed all his nerves, and the leaves fell from his curled fingers. After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Did I take you there?"

"Isn't it?" Miao Cun asked him strangely.

Luo Minghan closed his eyes, and finally couldn't squat anymore, and his knees slowly touched the solid ground that exudes residual warmth.Kneeling, he hugged Miao Cun who was sitting on the ground into his arms: "...Yes, you are right, I took you there."

This gesture awakened the long silent memory in Miao Cun's heart.He hesitated, raised his hand, and patted him on the shoulder lightly as if in return: "Are you sad?"

When I was a child, my mother always knelt on the ground like this, holding him tightly in her arms, tears streaming into the T-shirt of his thin shoulders.The first time he put his hands on his mother's hair, for some reason, she cried even louder.

Just like Luo Minghan at this moment.Although he didn't cry, the arms around Miao Cun were even stronger.It was as if all the strength of his whole body had been exhausted.

The sun was about to set behind the mountain, the temperature in the wind dropped, and the crickets sounded, my aunt came to find Miao Cun to take a bath.The bathroom is an extra log cabin in the backyard. The energy-saving lamp is exposed without a lampshade. It is only suspended from the roof by a wire. It is not dark yet, so I did not turn on the dead white lamp. .

When Miao Cun took a bath, Luo Minghan stood by and watched. The wind blew over, carrying the smell of smoke from every household.The shower rang for a while, then stopped, maybe it was foaming.But after a long time, there was no sound again, Luo Minghan knocked on the door: "Miaomiao?"

There was no movement, no response.

"Miaomiao?" Luo Minghan called out again, reminding him: "What's wrong with you? I'll come in to see you, okay?"

The wooden door squeaked, Luo Minghan looked at his upper body politely, but missed it, and when he looked down, he saw Miao Cun sitting on a small stool, holding his palms together, and there was a dragonfly in his palm.

Royal blue, with a faint blue light in the dim light, and so slender and graceful, it is not that kind of stupid big-headed dragonfly.

"Shh."

But it was too late, when the cool air flowed in, the dragonfly spread its wings and flew away lightly.

"what."

Miao Cun was stunned, watching the dragonfly pass by Luo Minghan and slip out through the crack of the door.

"My dragonfly flew away."

This sadness lasted the whole night, and he refused to say a word to Luo Minghan.My aunt and uncle were both trembling with fear, for fear that Miao Cun would suddenly lose his temper and commit a crime—it was not something that could be appeased in an hour or two, but Miao Cun was very closed this time, he didn't play tricks, he didn't find fault, he just said a word don't say anything.

"I think Cuncun has improved," my aunt said happily. "If it were changed to before, he could tear down the house."

Luo Minghan hooked his lips reluctantly, and stretched out his hand to pull Miao Cun's hand, but Miao Cun stubbornly avoided it.

"He will play petty temper with you." Auntie sighed, "I'm closer to you."

She often jokes, now they are like servants they don't know at Miao Cun's place, they just serve him three meals a day, eat, drink and scatter, there is no unnecessary intimacy or dependence at all.

When it was completely dark, my aunt stuffed a lantern into Miao Cun's hand. It was an exquisite revolving lantern with a battery box. When the switch was turned on, the lantern would light up and spin around, revealing the snow on it. Plum blossoms.

Children's toys, but Miao Cun must use them every night.Holding the lantern, he walked alone through the long field ridges, through the field ridges, and walked into the depths of the thick and drooping night.

Luo Minghan followed behind him.

Luo Minghan was not good at turning on the light, because he was afraid that the light of his own flashlight would awaken Miao Cun's dream of revolving around the lantern, so he followed in the dark, sprained suddenly, cursed a dirty word, and fell into the field in embarrassment.

When Miao Cun heard the movement, he looked back vigilantly, but there was no one behind him, only bugs calling.

"……"Misheard.Who is calling "fuck"?

Luo Minghan's hands were covered with mud, and his knee was probably scratched, and it was burning hot.Life has not been so embarrassing, but he insisted on not saying a word, and there was no time to pat the dust, watching Miao Cun walking away with a lantern in his hand without looking back.

Miao Cun has always lived alone in the yard. Every night, after his aunt confirmed that he was asleep, she would quietly lock the fence. After Luo Minghan came, this task was given to him.He kept watch outside the house until late at night.

The electric light under the eaves was turned on, and Miao Cunfan sat on the armchair and waited for him, seeing the mud and grass foam on Luo Minghan's body: "Did you fall?"

After taking a bath, he ignored Luo Minghan. As soon as he opened his mouth, Luo Minghan froze, flattered, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

"I didn't ask you if it hurts." Miao Cun swayed his two calves, riding the evening wind.

Luo Minghan lowered his head and cleaned the base of his palm, where there were seven or eight shallow bloodstains drawn by the gravel. He smoothed things over for himself: "I'll just say it casually."

Miao Cun got up from the chair and closed the door. After a while, the lights went out, and he fell into the darkness that was integrated with the village.

There are fireflies among the bushes and bushes, more than what Luo Minghan has seen in his entire life.After thinking about it, he returned to his aunt's main room and asked her to find an unused glass jar with a lid.

His embarrassment came under the light, and he seemed to have nowhere to hide. My aunt let out an "oops": "Did you fall?"

"I didn't see the way clearly." Luo Minghan didn't care.

"Check to see if the knee is broken."

Luo Minghan scolded himself an idiot in his heart.Let him desperately want face and demeanor in front of Miao Cun, wearing a very suave casual business in shirts and trousers all day long, walking in the village does not look like he is accompanying a patient, but rather he is here to discuss the acquisition of a plot of land.The legs of the trousers are narrow, how to roll them?He couldn't roll it up, so he couldn't see what a terrible injury his knee was.

"It's okay, I didn't fall to my knees." Luo Minghan gritted his teeth and pretended to be handsome, held the glass jar and raised it, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you, I'm sorry."

As soon as my aunt got older, she blushed because of his handsomeness, and felt that Mr. Luo was really a rare good man.

Back in the yard, there was no movement in Miao Cun's cabin.Luo Minghan grabbed the fireflies everywhere, closed one with both hands, and carefully put it upside down into the mouth of the bottle.The fireflies fly slowly, but they are not stupid. They know that in the middle of the night, there is an uneasy and kind criminal who flies high and low, hiding and teasing Luo Minghan.After grabbing a full can, Luo Minghan was so tired that he squatted on the ground and smoked the whole cigarette silently.

The door was knocked.

"Miaomiao."

Miao Cun asked, "Who is it?"

"Luo Yuanhe."

"I'm already dreaming." Miao Cun said, turned over and made a grinding noise, "Listen."

Luo Minghan couldn't hold back his laughter, he held the mouth of the jar with one hand, pressed against the door with the other, and pursed his lips: "I have something for you."

"Is it a dragonfly?"

"A relative of the dragonfly."

Miao Cun got off the ground, and his slippers rubbed against the uneven concrete floor twice, and then footsteps sounded.The latch behind the door was pulled open, and he poked his face out, his beautiful features illuminated by the fireflies in Luo Minghan's hand.

"Give you a can of stars."

"Are you lying to children, this is a firefly."

Luo Minghan choked for a moment, and said helplessly, "It's hard to coax you whether you're sick or not."

Having said that, I was still very happy to see Miao Cun take the jar.Miao Cun turned the bottle upside down and muttered, Luo Minghan listened for a while, "Seventeen, eighteen, 21, messed up, one, two, three..."

"You can't count them all night."

Miao Cun turned sideways and let out the door: "You come and count with me."

Luo Minghan was taken aback.

This is Miao Cun's "private site", and idlers are not allowed to enter - this idler basically includes all intelligent creatures on the earth.My aunt cleaned up the house for him, but she could only do it secretly and quickly while he was painting outside, and made up some stories about the snail girl afterwards.

"Aren't you coming in?" Miao Cun frowned displeasedly and looked at Luo Minghan, "Are you afraid of me?"

"No." Luo Minghan denied it quickly, and stepped in: "It's just a little unexpected."

Miao Cun smiled slightly, the light was not turned on in the room, he closed the door, unscrewed the bottle, and small fluorescent dots floated out little by little.Luo Minghan was almost exhausted, so he sat down on the chair and poured himself a glass of water.Before he could take two long breaths, he was suffocated again——Myuu sat sideways on his lap.

...the knee hurts.

But Luo Minghan didn't dare to move.

Miao Cun clasped his palms together, admired like a child, and said casually, "You can sleep with me at night."

"Pfft—" He choked out a mouthful of water.

"If you play with fireflies, you will wet the bed. Didn't your mother tell you?" Miao Cun looked at Luo Minghan strangely: "If you wet the bed, they will drive you away. If you sleep here, they won't know if you wet the bed." .”

Luo Minghan couldn't answer the words anymore, he was speechless in a state of ups and downs in his heart.

"I won't laugh at you, but I hope you don't drink water from now on." Miao Cun was very serious.

With a light knock, Luo Minghan obediently put down the water glass.

"Brother Luo Yuanhe, I feel my throat is itchy today."

"Because you talk too much."

From the few sentences at the beginning to the back-and-forth answers now, even my aunt said that Miao Cun has improved too much. Although the patience of this communication is only for Luo Minghan, when other people come, Miao Cun's ears and mouth Still as tight as a lock.

Luo Minghan knew that if there was any credit for him here, it would be very trivial.Nine points of the credit belong to the three characters "Luo Yuanhe", and one point belongs to him.When Luo Yuanhe has news, all the credit will go to Luo Yuanhe.

While Miao Cun was still eating fireflies, Luo Minghan went to take a quick shower.My aunt's house is a solar water heater, and there is no gas pipeline, so a box of hot water is gone when it is used up.He almost took a cold shower, and returned to Miao Cun's cabin with the coolness of the night. Along the way, he buried himself in the warning: it is a criminal offense to do anything to a person who is legally incapacitated.

Miao Cun was already lying on the bed, leaving him the outside side.A firefly landed beside his pillow.

Luo Minghan lifted the quilt and lay down perfectly, not even daring to turn over.

Miao Cun said, "You never hugged me."

Luo Minghan stretched out an arm, Miao Cun tacitly laid it on the pillow, put one hand on Luo Minghan's waist, and asked in a low voice, "Have you really never hugged me?" This feeling is very familiar, he said to himself Self-talk: "I am confused by you."

"Maybe it was hugged in my previous life."

"Do people still have a previous life?"

"What you can't remember clearly, what is in the dream is the previous life, and when you have new memories, it will be the new life."

"That is to say, I went to see that river with you in my previous life, and I was hugged by you in my previous life."

Luo Minghan turned sideways and put his hands on Miao Cun's body restrainedly. In the darkness, he opened his eyes and looked at Miao Cun's pupils lit up by fireflies: "It was the previous life."

"Then what else did we do in our previous life?"

"A lot, but you don't like it, so you forget it."

Miao Cun was silent for a moment: "Then can I do something I like in this life?"

When Luo Minghan closed his eyes, there was a line of hot tears, and fearing that Miao Cun would find out, he just gritted his teeth and endured it, showing a clear jaw line on the side of his face.

"This life will be what you like, as long as you get better."

"How are you sure?"

"Because I've changed my mind. Although I have the same face, it's a different me. I can paint, I'm very gentle, I won't attack you, and I won't quarrel with you. I absolutely can't bear to be impatient with you for a second. We The two don't need to talk, as long as they sit together and draw, they will communicate with each other in their hearts."

"What about you in your previous life?"

Luo Minghan gave a short and embarrassing laugh: "I have to go to hell."

"Then I'll burn a letter for you, write down my happy things, and make you happy during the New Year and the holidays."

Luo Minghan laughed louder, pressing his eyes tightly with his palms: "Miao Cun, please forgive me, don't remember your greeting card anymore."

Miao Cun seemed to have been stabbed in the heart, frowned and said, "There are bees."

"Where?" Luo Minghan got up, the lights were so bright that it overshadowed the fireflies, but he searched for a long time, but he didn't see the bees, and he concentrated for a moment, but he didn't hear the buzzing of the bees at all.

"It stung me."

"Where did you get stung? Let me see." Luo Minghan held up his slender and long fingers.

"Here." Miao Cun pointed to his heart, "Fly in from here and stung me."