Please don't be so hard on me!

Different from the previous transient blindness, this time, Luo Minghan did not recover his vision until the next day.

When he opened his eyes in the early morning, because what he saw was still so dark, he was not sure whether he had really opened his eyes. If it wasn't for the sparrows chirping on the trees outside the courtyard, and the soft-soled heels of the nurses walking in the corridor, he wouldn't have been able to. Determine if it is already dawn for the next day.

Before the situation became clear, Luo Minghan didn't want to disturb his family, so he didn't inform them. On the company side, Lily also guaranteed absolute secrecy.Dr. Yu arranged for him a well-known nurse. After breakfast, he went to the consulting room to continue his consultation.

"It's like this," the doctor looked at all the examination images from yesterday again, thought for a moment, and tapped his temple: "Have you ever injured your head before?"

"No."

"There is a thrombus in your optic nerve," the old expert helped him put the image back into the bag. "Think about it again. On the other hand, after the brain is traumatized, if there is congestion in the brain, which causes increased intracranial pressure, this also has May cause blindness."

Luo Minghan froze for a moment, and the doctor knew he was thinking of something.

"In late June, the brain was beaten." Luo Minghan's heart tightened: "But it was already four months ago, if something happened, it should have happened long ago, right?"

"What degree of beating and injury? Have you been to the hospital for treatment? What medicine have you taken?"

Luo Minghan clenched his fists: "I haven't taken any medicine, the injury is...slightly injured."

There was a chuckle beside his ear, with mockery, Luo Minghan recognized that it was Yu's voice.

After checking the room, Dr. Yu had already been leaning against the door with folded arms and waiting. When he heard Luo Minghan say "minor injury", he directly broke it down: "Mr. ——" Forget it, this kind of juncture will not make trouble, so he calmed down and said seriously: "Luo Minghan, have you not been to the hospital all this time?"

Luo Minghan replied in silence.

Dr. Zhao glanced at Dr. Yu, waved his hands, and signaled him not to talk any more. He said gently to Luo Minghan: "The human body is very fragile, and it is not completely dominated by the physical body. Our spirit also plays a big role. Yesterday According to your assistant's description, you are very busy with your work, presumably it is normal to overuse your eyes, and you have a history of mania, which means that your mood swings are much higher than our normal people. Trauma, plus old injuries that haven't been healed..."

"Can it be cured?"

This time the silence lasted longer than before, so quiet that Luo Minghan could even hear the voice of the nurse at the consultation desk operating the registration.

"I'll prescribe you medicine first to see how the blood congestion in your brain is absorbed."

Dr. Zhao's voice of operating the mouse sounded next to his ear, and Luo Minghan gave a "huh" and continued to say: "You need to take care of yourself, relax, and take a week to rest. If it still doesn't improve, we'll come back to study the operation plan." He paused for a short second, relieved: "Don't worry, there is a high probability of recovery."

It was meaningless to be hospitalized in this state, so Lily rushed over from the company to send Luo Minghan home.

Even when he was with Miao Cun in Xishuangbanna before, Luo Minghan never let go of his work, not to mention that now he has to hide it from the company, and he has to recharge his energy and show a normal demeanor. Lily brought the computer and files over, and for the next week, she would accompany Luo Minghan to work at home.

"Should I praise you as a model worker, or praise you as a superman?" Lily helped him connect to the phone in the study to recall, "If this kind of thing happened to me, I would definitely die quickly."

"Decision making requires the brain, not the eyes."

Lily glanced at him speechlessly, and said to the microphone, "testtest..." There was an echo from the speaker, and the project leader and customers connected one after another, before she turned her head and said "OK" to Luo Minghan.

When Luo Minghan was in a meeting, Lily was in charge of taking the minutes of the meeting. Hearing Luo Minghan's free explanations and always on-point questions, he always felt that he didn't seem to be injured in any way.

Working at the boss's house, of course, you have to eat at the boss's house openly.Luo Minghan didn't hire a chef anymore, and Aunt Qian was in charge of cooking the meals. She was very happy because the workload was not heavy but the money was much more.Seeing that Lily was eating well, Aunt Qian wiped her apron modestly: "Thanks to Miaomiao, when he was around, Lao Yan deliberately made good food for him. I took advantage of that time to learn from Lao Yan." of."

The word "Miao Miao" is not a forbidden area. Aunt Qian never thought about the relationship between Luo Minghan's blindness and Miao Cun. She only knew that when she said this sentence, Luo Minghan was stunned for a moment, clutching the spoon.

It was a very short few seconds, just two breaths that were normal for an ordinary person, but Nanshan was covered with snow.

Naturally, it was lunch break after dinner. Luo Minghan lost his eyes, and Lily didn't read materials to him. He had nothing to do except obediently follow the doctor's advice to sleep.

Indistinct whispers came from the kitchen on the first floor.

In the sound of the dishwasher running, Lily asked Aunt Qian: "Miaomiao, is it Miao Cun? He has been with the boss for so long?"

After the chat, Lily was embarrassed for a moment, thought about it, and did the most presumptuous and outrageous thing in her career—sent a text message to Miao Cun.

·

Although he initially applied for a one-year leave of absence, Miao Cun returned to school as a matter of course now that he had recovered from his illness.Considering his physical condition, the school suggested that he observe for two weeks before resuming classes.It just so happened that France also had procedures to leave, so Luo Yuanhe accompanied him to deal with them, and accompanied Miao Cun to prepare luggage for studying abroad in his spare time.

Only when I pack my things will the feeling of leaving come true and vivid.

Because there were not three months left, it was a waste of energy to find a house and move, so Miao Cun always lived in Luo Yuanhe's house in the university town.Although each other's intentions are understood, they did not sleep together, and there is no such thing as intimate. Luo Yuanhe once came out of the shower and saw Miao Cun obediently filling out the form on the sofa, so he wanted to kiss him, but Miao Cun's eyes were closed. It was tightly closed, even the eyebrows were furrowed, and both hands were clenched into fists to prop up on the sofa, looking as if death was at home.

Luo Yuanhe hooked his lips, threw the towel to wipe his hair and covered Miao Cun's head.

"You look like I'm forcing you into prostitution." Luo Yuanhe said jokingly.

"No, no," Miao Cun explained in a messy manner: "Because I used to be my brother and teacher, I..." He closed his eyes and said in frustration: "...I need time to get used to it."

"I'm not your boyfriend yet, so you don't have to be too burdened." Luo Yuanhe rubbed his hair: "It was just a whim just now, you can continue to treat me as a teacher."

After seeing the canal, the topic of Luo Minghan disappeared between the two of them, and Luo Yuanhe's words stopped to the point, only occasionally in the early morning when he found that there was no one in the guest bedroom, panic would surge up in an instant.When he saw Miao Cun come out of the studio, his heart gradually settled down, and then he smiled at Miao Cun.

No matter how high-sounding and generous he said, only he knew the feeling of worrying about gains and losses in his heart.

·

When receiving Lily's text message, Miao Cun thought it was a merchant's request for a cashback for a good review.

Lily said that she was Luo Minghan's assistant, and because Luo Minghan still had something to talk to him about, she invited him to his home for a chat. She was assigned a task by Luo Minghan as an assistant. His career would be cut short at this point.

A text message was decent and pitiful. Although there was a suspicion of moral kidnapping inside and outside the words, Lily then sent a very personal text message, which meant that she still took good care of Miao Cun when she was painting in the company. I beg you, please give me some face and save her!

Miao Cun thought for a long time, starting from entering the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts, and thought all the way. He originally wanted to go to the studio, but he walked from the east gate to the west gate unconsciously.When the taxi stopped, he went up naturally and reported Luo Minghan's address.

Repaying lily's favor is one thing, but on the other hand, he still has 20 yuan that he hasn't returned to Luo Minghan.Even though it is possible to transfer money directly and coldly, perhaps the closer the parting is, the more people know how to reconcile with everything.Miao Cun thought that he and Luo Minghan did have some things to talk about when they sat down and talked calmly with each other, without complaining or deceiving, just simply chatting.

After that, it's not too late to divide the divide between Wei and Wei, and make roads and bridges wider.

Aunt Qian saw Miao Cun through the cat's eyes, and when she really opened the door, her eyes were like copper bells: "Miao——"

Before the words could be spoken, Lily grabbed her and everyone was pulled back by her. Lily is very professional, and she also wears a suit for home office. She smiled at Miao Cun and said, "You are here."

Miao Cun glanced at Aunt Qian who was about to be suffocated to death: "Is Luo Minghan here?"

"Here!" Lily let go of her hand, twisted Aunt Qian's waist, and said to Miao Cun with a smile: "He is still in the meeting. When the meeting is over, I will take you to see him."

Aunt Qian glared at her, slowly understood, and coughed: "Oh, it's broken, my soup is still simmering!"

Miao Cun changed his shoes, walked through the porch, and walked into the living room. For some reason, he glanced sideways at the Sunshine Conservatory that originally belonged to Xi Xiaohan, and later belonged to his studio.The winter sun shines on the green plants through the glass. It is still the same as the day he left, and there is a painting on the wall.

Miao Cun felt a pain in his heart, as if he had returned to the afternoon when Luo Minghan poured red wine on it.

It was obviously destroyed, but it was not completely destroyed. It was not thrown away, but was put away. For some reason, it was hung up again.But the red wine stain on it could not disappear, nor could it be ignored.

"You painted that, right? Why was the wine spilled? It's a pity," Lily stopped with him, "It's much better than the ones in our office, but those two paintings are also very good. Senior executives from the headquarters came to visit in the middle of the year and they all liked them." Can't stop talking."

She tried her best to reminisce with Miao Cun, hoping to lay a foundation of warmth for the future meeting.

In fact, she didn't know that everything behind Yi Miao Cun and Luo Minghan seemed to have calmed down like a lifetime ago.Other people's love may be wine, at most it is as strong as vodka, and it is pleasant to drink, but the relationship between him and Luo Minghan is highly concentrated alcohol, which will burn through the stomach and kill him.

Miao Cun didn't answer Lily's words, and asked flatly, "How long is the meeting?"

Lily raised her wrist to look at her watch, "Soon, if it goes well—"

"Lily," Luo Minghan's voice came from the study, with a touch of doubt and impatience: "Who are you talking to?"

The ear spirit is dead, it is obviously on the second floor, isn't it?

Lily shrank her neck, and softly "shushed" to Miao Cun, "Wait a minute, today's client is more difficult."

After 5 minutes, the work group popped up a system message that the meeting was dissolved, and Lily breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll take you there."

The two took the elevator up to the second floor, the door of the study room was ajar, Lily cleared her throat before pushing the door open, "President Luo—"

Luo Minghan originally wanted to drink his saliva, but he groped on the table for a while, although he knew it was there, but it was always close by, and in the end, he was knocked down on the ground.

The glass was not broken, but the sound made Lily, who was already nervous, tremble in fright.She knelt down and picked up the cup: "I'll have someone drag it away right away."

Miao Cun frowned and looked at Luo Minghan suspiciously.

Luo Minghan let out a "hmm", and it was very rare that he didn't lose his temper, "Pour me a glass of water."

He didn't look back from the beginning to the end, and sat facing the computer, with paper and pen beside him. This was his work habit. The pen was unscrewed, but the handwriting on the white paper was so scribbled that he couldn't bear to read it carefully.

Lily responded, pouring a glass of water for Luo Minghan again like a drum in her heart.

In fact, the instant hot water dispenser is right next to the table, or in Luo Minghan's hand, and he didn't even bother to press the button with a cup. Should it be said that he is really a capitalist?

His brows were relaxed, and he put on a joking expression. Miao Cun leaned against the door frame leisurely, waiting to see when Luo Minghan would show up.

Lily handed the warm water to Luo Minghan's hand, the movement was very delicate, beyond the boundaries of social interaction, almost impolitely "stuck" it into Luo Minghan's hand.

Luo Minghan took a sip, no one said anything more, and the room was so quiet that he could hear the birdsong outside the window for a moment.

In fact, ever since he couldn't feel the light, Luo Minghan's world no longer mattered about day and night. Clocks and watches had lost their meaning to him, along with time itself.The darkness in front of him seemed to never light up again, and his biological clock also lost its meaning.

He didn't know how many times a day he wanted to save Miao, and for how long.

It was a kind of pin-point miss. During the meeting, when I thought of the first meeting with Miao Cun and listened to the subordinate's report, I thought in my heart that I don't know when the first snow of this year will come, and then I remembered that he was actually afraid of it. Cold, not looking forward to that kind of unrealistic romance.

When pointing out the plan, he stopped talking halfway, and the subordinate didn't know what to do, and heard the boss suddenly ask: "Are you in the big conference room?"

"Yes."

Luo Minghan smiled, but there was no more to say, so he continued where he left off.

The large conference room is the one where Miao Cun's works are hung.

Lily's eyes wandered between her boss and Miao Cun, and after receiving Miao Cun's impatient gaze, she clenched her hands into fists and summoned up her courage: "Eric—"

"Who's outside?" Luo Minghan asked.

"what?"

"Are there any guests at home?"

He habitually turned his head to look at the door. Miao Cunsong lowered his arms and stood up straight: "It's me."

In the afternoon, it was back to the silence of falling needles.

Luo Minghan's body froze, but there was an alert voice in his heart—don't let Miao Cun know about his eyes.

"Ah, yes, it's Miao Cun. Miao Cun is here." Lily bit the bullet and smoothed things over, "Well, I'll ask Aunt Qian to make you some tea."

Run away in a hurry.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Miao Cun asked casually.

Luo Minghan is so clever, he deduced the truth in an instant - it was Lily who was meddling and played the game later.

He squeezed the water glass tightly and straightened his body: "Come in and sit down.

There is a leather caramel-colored double sofa in the study. Miao Cun went in and sat down. There was a slight movement, but it was caught by Luo Minghan who was engrossed. He turned his face precisely on the left hand side, facing the direction where Miao Cun was.

There was only a subtle discrepancy, but Miao Cun understood that Luo Minghan didn't want to look at him.

"Lily said, you have something to tell me."

"So you're here?" Luo Minghan had a gentle look on his face, and he felt very good just hearing Miao Cun's voice.

In fact, even he himself has wondered why he likes Miao Cun so much, why he is the only one, and why he will do this for him, animal, crazy, kind, offering everything close to sacrifice, Luo Minghan I've done it all.This matter is beyond his logic, and no matter how he deduces it, he cannot trace back to a reasonable and perfect formula.

"I still owe you 20 yuan. At that time, I kept saying that I would pay you back. You said that I would wait until Daniel settled the payment."

"Okay, just transfer it to me." Luo Minghan followed his intentions, and his tone was always gentle: "You have my card number, do you need me to report it to you?"

"I'll turn now."

After 1 minute, the mobile phone vibrated, which should be the arrival notification pushed by the bank.

Luo Minghan didn't take his mobile phone, and didn't hear Miao Cun's footsteps, so he knew that Miao Cun hadn't left yet.He had nothing to say: "When are you going to France?"

"Next semester, I will leave after New Year's Day."

Luo Minghan silently calculated: "There are still two months left."

Speechless for a while.

Luo Minghan asked again: "Is the luggage ready? Is there anything I need to help with?" After asking, he felt something was wrong and smiled: "I forgot, Luo Yuanhe will help you."

"You came to me just to talk to me about this?"

Aware of the faint impatience in Miao Cun's words, Luo Minghan quickly denied it: "Of course not." He paused, rubbing his fingers over the paper cup: "I came to you to ask you..."

What are you asking?Luo Minghan didn't think about it for a while. In his desperation, he only thought of a question in his subconscious, but it seemed very insignificant at the moment: "If one day I happen to travel to France, can I see you?"

Miao Cun froze for a moment, then turned his face towards the window.

He didn't understand why Luo Minghan did this, and he didn't even understand the sudden pain in his heart.

He's not schizophrenic, he's just autistic...he doesn't have a second personality.He couldn't blame the other Miao Cun for his sadness and heartache.

Teacher Luo is right. Are you seriously ill and the current you really not the same person?

"When I get to France..." Miao Cun's voice dropped.

"Is it inconvenient?" Luo Minghan smiled relievedly: "You are already with Luo Yuanhe, it doesn't seem appropriate for me to meet you alone or together."

Miao Cun suppressed and took a deep breath, and stood up.He was wrong, he shouldn't try to have a good talk with Luo Minghan at this moment, none of them can be calm and calm.

He got up very quietly, walked to the door, and said aloud: "Maybe it will be possible in many years, you are right, I am a monster, I can't respond to your love, and I can't handle the relationship between us well. What you said was lying to you, I already knew that you and Teacher Luo are two people, the person I wait for every afternoon is you, and the person I want to kiss and hug is also you, I want to see you every day."

Following these words, Luo Minghan's pupils dilated slightly.

"But none of that works and doesn't make sense."

Miao Cun lowered his head, said sorry hastily, and was about to go out——

"Wonderful!"

Luo Minghan looked in the direction of the door, but Miao Cun's voice was far away. He fell into a daze, his pupils couldn't focus for a long time, and finally said anxiously to the empty corner: "... sit a little longer, okay? ?”

Miao Cun's body seemed to be frozen, and he looked at Luo Minghan's abnormal to funny performance in astonishment.

Why is he talking over there?There was no one there.

Unable to hear Miao Cun's voice, Luo Minghan's heart was gradually filled with panic.Are you leaving?Still not leaving?Why don't you make a sound?Why don't you go on?Continue to talk about those soft places in his heart...

"Miao Miao?" Luo Minghan supported the office chair, his eyes wandered around the room without focus, as if the radar navigation was suddenly turned off.

The chair scratched and pulled on the ground, Luo Minghan staggered a step when he got up.

The moment the center of gravity fell forward, a pair of hands supported him in a timely and steady manner——

"Luo Minghan, what happened to your eyes?"