Please don't be so hard on me!

Thorn cycle.

Back then, it was Miao Cong who threatened him with that sketch. In order to protect Luo Yuanhe's reputation, he had no choice but to place his hopeless crush on Luo Minghan.

This is the beginning of all stories.

Now, he is faced with such a situation again, this time, Luo Yuanhe doesn't want Qingyu and only wants him, and asks him to put those real and passionate pasts on himself.

When Miao Cun closed his eyes, he could recall the photos in the post.

It was in front of the library of the vocational school, and he picked him up from school in the chilly spring.

"Why are you running in such a hurry?"

In fact, I was so busy running from the Academy of Fine Arts that I almost lost my breath.

"I want to see you soon."

He lied, Luo Minghan picked him up and let him fly into the air.With his center of gravity hanging, he screamed nervously, and he heard Luo Minghan's casual smile in his ears, revealing the viciousness of success.

It was in front of the teaching building of the vocational school, the cold fog in April dissipated, he sent him to class, and there was not enough time for Miao Cun to rush to the Academy of Fine Arts, but Luo Minghan didn't know what he was in a hurry, so he hugged him and bid farewell to him by leaning on the car, Kiss his ears.

"See you tonight." After saying goodbye, he still didn't let go, asking for goodbyekiss.

Miao Cun was so anxious that he quickly kissed the corner of his lips, and stomped his feet anxiously holding the book and said, "You are so annoying!"

He walked back to the house, clasped his hands, forgot what he was talking about, rubbed his messy hair with a cigarette in his hand, and said he was stupid.

It was Xishuangbanna's silent, nameless companion. He only trusted Luo Minghan, relied on him, and was only intimate with him. From their small yard to the main road of the village, he was so nervous that he held hands and feet together, relying on hugs to gain courage.

"You won't disappear."

"will not."

"You won't lie to me either."

"will not."

"Then what will you do?"

"Will always be by your side."

If the annual rings can be traced back, then earlier and earlier.

The river that cracked its ice sheets in the spring flood.

Small hands clasping big hands on a roller coaster.

The lonely courage born of timidity because of silently chanting the phrase "You can also beat back hard with a brick".

In the afternoon when I was scribbling in the studio and couldn't find a clue.

"Why don't you know how to draw today?"

"Didn't I draw you very well?"

A cat with a big face on sketch paper.

"..."

Miao Cun opened his eyes, tears kept streaming down his smiling face.

His eyes were bright, and he raised his hand to wipe away the tears indiscriminately.

How could he, how could he put these memories on display again?

How could it be possible to take away the memory belonging to Luo Minghan again in front of the whole world, and place it on Mr. Luo?

Miao Cun looked deeply at Luo Yuanhe, kept laughing and crying, and didn't speak.

Luo Yuanhe understood.

"I found the answer too late, didn't I?" Luo Yuanhe looked at his smiling face with tears.

It was exactly the same as when he was a child. When he cried, his eyes were red, the tip of his nose was red, his skin was so white, and the clear tears hung on his sharpened chin line by line. He didn't know whether to say it was fragile or beautiful.

A strong, knife-like pain split Luo Yuanhe instantly.

He choked, and the fingers hanging by his side pinched into the palm of his hand, but his expression did not change, he just looked at Miao Cun and smiled faintly.

"I choose to refute the rumors." Miao Cun said seriously and firmly to Vice President Xin and all the school leaders: "I am willing to refute the rumors. The one with me is Luo Minghan. All the photos are of him, and he has always been him."

His eyes lit up, and he turned and ran outside.

"Hey—" Dean Xin stretched out his hand, but failed to catch anyone, "Where are you going!"

Miao Cun ran out of the door of the dean's office.

"My escort time is up!"

He turned around and said with a smile, tears streaming from his wet eyelashes, "Goodbye, teachers!"

·

On the night of his discharge, Professor Zhou from the specialist hospital sent him a long email.

"Miao Cun:

Your state is good and jet lagged. I have been a doctor for many years, and it is difficult to judge whether you will still remember some things when you were sick after recovery. I think you also have these concerns, so when you are awake enough, you let me Doing hypnotherapy for you, you said that you have a lot of secrets and questions that you can’t think clearly and can’t figure out. This hypnosis recording is forwarded to you in text and audio form.

I don’t know if you still remember, one afternoon, when you were in a good state, you would smile at me and tell me that you don’t want to, because you feel that you will face a difficult problem after waking up, although you are now Still don't understand what the problem is.

After reading the hypnosis record, I believe you should know.

Although your life is still very young so far and has not reached one-third of my age, you are willing to think about things about love. This is the spiritual wealth left to you by your mother, and it has also become your life path The subjects, problems and confusions in the world, you pursue this thing, but you are bound by this thing.

Love is not just warm, soft, fluffy, not sticking your hands into rice jars—of course, these are also a kind of love, and they are physical expressions beyond the concepts taught to you by your mother.But I want to say that love is not something that is clearly defined. We will encounter a lot of love in our life and produce a lot of love. It's also love. In the movies, there is a love that is at stake. On TV, there is a love that hates each other. No one can define and name your love except yourself. "

The sun is so nice outside.

Miao Cun pushed open the dark green glass door, and in November, the afternoon sun poured down.

Running from the administrative building of the Oil Painting Department of the Academy of Fine Arts to their house, you have to cross the entire community, run out from the east gate, cross five zebra crossings, turn around thirteen streets, and pass six milk tea shops and two skewers I bought a flower shop and a pet shop, and passed more than 1000 street trees and utility poles that were overwintering in the north—a total of [-] kilometers.

Miao Cun kept running, and finally couldn't run anymore. He breathed heavily, smiled with his hands on his knees, and sweat dripped from his forehead into his eyes.

The taxi braked, loaded the passengers, and sped away under the clear winter sky.

There was a rustling electrical sound from the answering machine that recorded the hypnosis.

"So to you, besides those warm and soft things, what is love?"

There was a long silence and a cold voice, not like a sick person, but like a normal person.

"Love is running to him with a smile every time."