Please don't be so hard on me!

It rained until midnight, and it didn't mean to stop at all. Instead, it became heavier and heavier.

Luo Minghan covered his nose and sneezed twice, then turned and prepared to leave.The legs that had been standing for a long time were unbelievably stiff, and the shoes had been soaked in the rain. As soon as he took a step, there was a creaking sound of treading water under his feet.

"Are you leaving? It's not dawn yet." Miao Cun's voice came from the room.

Luo Minghan's footsteps faltered: "I'm going to change a pair of shoes, and I'll be right back."

With a creaking sound, the door opened slightly, Miao Cun's body was wrapped in the quilt, and he stretched out a hand.

On a dark and windy night, his arm stuck out from the crack of the door and was immediately drenched by the rain.The tips of his palms are extended, forming an inviting posture, waiting to be held.

He didn't say a word, just stretched out his hand quietly.Luo Minghan was taken aback for a moment, his heart beating violently, he stretched out his cold and stiff hand slowly, and grabbed Miao Cun's one.

The door leaf made an even more annoying noise, the door was completely opened, and Miao Cun led Luo Minghan into the room.

Luo Minghan saw clearly that he was wrapped in a quilt, and couldn't help laughing: "Is it so scary?"

Although I laughed so much, I turned on the flashlight of my mobile phone to illuminate the inside of the room.

"I'm afraid of ghosts, don't laugh at me." Miao Cun glared at him, and threw the quilt on the bed, revealing his thin body in a T-shirt, two bare legs, slender and slender and well-proportioned.

Luo Minghan didn't dare to make any mistakes, he restrained his gaze away, and asked him first: "Can I take off my raincoat?"

Miao Cun nodded.

Luo Minghan pulled down the zipper and peeled off the heavy rubber raincoat.

"You look like a fisherman."

Luo Minghan smiled, and hung the raincoat on the hook behind the door, and the rain quickly formed a puddle on the ground.

But the shirt is also permeable, stuffy on the body, cold and sticky.Luo Minghan wasn't sure if it was against the law to take off his clothes in front of an autistic person, so he asked gentlemanly, "Can I take off my shirt too?"

Miao Cun nodded again.

Luo Minghan unbuttoned the buttons one by one, moving slowly.Miao Cun looked at it, bit his lip, and felt his face became very hot.

"Why do you dress like this every day?" he asked. "No one in the village dresses like you."

Luo Minghan lowered his face, and slightly hooked his lips: "Didn't you say it looks good? If you think it looks good, I will wear it for a few more days."

"Then what if I think you look good in ragged clothes?"

"Then I'll wear ragged clothes."

"You really have no principles."

Luo Minghan was so cute that he couldn't help laughing, "I'm sorry, I just want to make you look more pleasing to the eye."

He peeled off the wet shirt from his body, revealing the upper body that had been trained for years, with clear and smooth muscles, very beautiful.Miao Cun looked away, and obediently found a clean towel for him: "Here you are."

Luo Minghan rubbed, his muscles stretched out different movements because of the movement, Miao Cun didn't know what the atmosphere permeating between the two was called, he just felt his face was hot and his heart was beating fast.

The room was silent for a while, only listening to the rustling rain outside the window.

"I asked on the Internet, and netizens said that the dragonfly you ran away in the bath last time was actually not a dragonfly, but a relative of the dragonfly, called a damselfly." Luo Minghan's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes were lowered, and he had nothing to say. say.

"what?"

"damsel-fly."

"Oh."

"When the rain stops, I'll take you to the water's edge to look for it, and you should be able to see it."

Miao Cun asked, "What else do you know?"

Luo Minghan thought for a while, "I still know how not to be afraid of ghosts." He picked up his phone and tapped it twice, and a voice like chanting came out: "The Diamond Sutra can ward off evil spirits."

"Who taught you?" Miao Cun asked suspiciously.

"A man who is as afraid of ghosts as you are."

"Are you staying with him at the outer door too?"

"I told ghost stories to scare him."

"..." Miao Cun felt empathy for a while, and then he started to fight, "You are too mean to him."

Luo Minghan wanted to laugh, but he couldn't make a sound, so he could only say "um", and said in a low voice, "I was too mean to him."

"What else do you know?" Miao Cun asked for the second time.

Luo Minghan probably knew what he wanted to ask, so he turned to guide him: "What do you want to know?"

Miao Cun pursed his lips, and one side of his cheek bulged, like a fish that was not happy.

After turning his eyes around, he asked, his eyes drooping down on the toe of the shoe, "What's the name of the one you bit me during the day?"

Luo Minghan: "..."

The movement of wiping his body stopped, he grabbed the towel, unable to speak for a moment, he could only stare at Miao Cun's face and the slender neck protruding from the collar of his T-shirt with some meaning.

"Don't you know?" Miao Cun raised his eyes and met his gaze.

"Children, don't ask this." Luo Minghan finally gave a very boring answer.

"I'm not a child."

"Why do you ask about this?"

"Why did you bite me?"

"What do you think?" Luo Minghan asked back

"You hate me?" Miao Cun tilted his face, frowned, his eyes were inquiring and puzzled.

"like."

"Do you want to bite me because you like me?"

"That's called kissing."

"As expected, you know." Miao Cun said, "You must have been tricked by me."

Luo Minghan choked obviously, and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Miao Cun supported the edge of the bed with both hands, not speaking.

"Hate?"

Miao Cun pursed his lips, nodded, and shook his head again.

Luo Minghan felt his heart fluttering up and down like a feather, and before it fell to the ground, Miao Cun had turned on the bed: "I'm going to sleep."

Luo Minghan had already dried his body and was hung in the middle of the room, not daring to act rashly until Miao Cun lifted the half of the quilt and said, "You sleep too."

The light from the torch went out, and the small cabin fell into darkness again, emitting a damp smell of sawdust.

The rain doesn't seem to stop.

Luo Minghan's body temperature was very high, and his upper body was naked. Miao Cun fell asleep, so he came over: "Hand."

Luo Minghan stretched out his arms in a tacit understanding, letting him rest comfortably on the pillow.

Miao Cun put his palm on his heart, and Luo Minghan fiercely attacked him symbolically: "Don't make trouble."

Miao Cun was really taken aback by his fierceness, he trembled a little, and obediently withdrew his hand.

The piece of skin he touched still had an excessively high residual temperature, which made Luo Minghan thirsty.

He rolled his Adam's apple, and asked in a low and hoarse voice, "Is there any water?"

Miao Cun said, "Yes."

"where is it?"

"I'll get it for you."

He straightened up with his arms propped up, passed over Luo Minghan, and managed to find the water glass in the dark: "I drank it."

"It's ok."

Miao Cun grabbed the water glass and retracted, looking down at Luo Minghan's phantom.Because of his deep outline, deep eyebrows, and straight nose bridge, there are shadows of different shades in the dark, just like a sketch.Miao Cun looked at it like this, with no expression on his face, and said, "Let me have a sip first, is that okay?"

Luo Minghan couldn't say no, so he agreed.Miao Cun didn't drink, grabbed the quilt tightly, bent down, and touched Luo Minghan's lips with his head down.

He still wouldn't respond in the afternoon, but in the evening, he pried open his lips with the tip of his tongue as if he had learned without a teacher.Luo Minghan was stunned for a few tenths of a second, clasped his head with his big hand, and kissed him back forcefully.

The scorching body temperature scalded Miao Cun's body.

The numb feeling in the body reappeared, the water glass was released from Miao Cun's hand, and fell off the bed with a thud, rolling for a long distance.It turned out that there was no water in it at all.

Miao Cun was panting from the kiss, and put one hand on Luo Minghan's chest, wondering if he wanted to push him.

"Didn't you tell me not to bite you again?" Luo Minghan said in a hoarse voice.

Miao Cun turned over and lay down obediently: "Good night."

The rain didn't stop until the second day, and there was a flood downstream. The river surged over the farmland and entered the village.Although my aunt's village was not that serious, the road was almost flooded.All the busy farming had to take a break. My uncle was busy driving peacocks and chickens to the second floor of the bamboo building. My aunt came to bring breakfast to the two of them in a raincoat. Luo Minghan opened the door with a pale face, his chin Green and black stubble appeared, and the whole person looked very depressed.

"Sick?" Auntie was startled.

Luo Minghan shook his head, and said in a volume that only she could hear: "Give me an antipyretic."

When he came to collect the bowls and chopsticks, he handed him a piece of antipyretic medicine as promised, and brought two extra hot water bottles over.

"Or go back and lie down?"

Miao was sitting in front of the easel. Luo Minghan glanced at him and said to his aunt, "I don't worry about him being here alone."

When it rains, there is no scenery to paint. Miao Cun casually painted still life indoors. Luo Minghan asked, "Why didn't you paint that river?"

"What river?" Miao Cun asked in a daze.

"The frozen river, and the protagonist who is absent-mindedly waiting for someone."

Miao Cun thought carefully for a while, "It's not interesting anymore, I haven't dreamed about it for a long time."

Luo Minghan held the water glass in both hands, as if he didn't know it was hot, and lowered his head. After a while, Miao Cun finished the draft, and Luo Minghan said: "It's really not interesting."

Such forgetting is predestined, the longer "Luo Yuanhe" stays with him, the more he will forget it.When the day when he really gets better and Luo Yuanhe really returns to him, then those memories will really be insignificant and irrelevant.Who will remember the daily life with an ex-boyfriend well?What's more, there is no love between him and that ex-boyfriend.

When Miao Cun was painting, Luo Minghan was suffering from a high fever in a dazed state on the bed.He has a very good physique and never catches a cold once a year. When he was a child, Luo Yuanhe would get sick. Every time he fell ill, his mother would stay by her side every step of the way, peeling fruits and stewing pears with rock sugar. At that time, Luo Minghan would I was quite envious, and felt that I was at a disadvantage for being alive and kicking.

Now it's him who is sick, but the feeling is not as good as expected.But when he opened his eyelids with a splitting headache and saw Miao Cun still sitting not far away, he felt at ease.

I naively wondered if Miao Cun would never leave if he was always sick.

"Brother Luo," dreamily, he heard Miao Cun call him, "Get well soon, you still have to take me to see the damselflies."

His palm was gently scratched by his fingertips.In response, Luo Minghan hooked his fingers and curled up his palms, as if holding the slender him.

In the high fever, the fear that had been deliberately suppressed emerged vividly, like an ice peak piercing the belly of a whale, light and bloody.

He dreamed that Luo Yuanhe finally appeared and took him away from him.He dreamed that Miao Cun asked, who are you, but his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and he couldn't say a word.

"I am Luo Minghan", he could no longer say this in a fair manner.

Since then, it has become a shadow without a name.

The phone vibrated and stopped, and after it stopped and vibrated again, Luo Minghan was awakened from the dream, and picked it up in a dazed state: "Hello."

"It's me," the voice on the other side was calm and elegant: "What happened to Miao Cun?"

It was Luo Yuanhe.