Please don't be so hard on me!

The so-called "teacher-student love" public opinion turmoil was settled on the morning of the third day. The school issued a brief and concise notice, stating that after investigation and verification, all credits, grades and all related admission procedures of Miao Cun were qualified, and he was in agreement with Luo Yuanhe The relationship was based on fabricated rumors. Professor Luo was in France when the photo was secretly taken, and the man in the photo was Luo Yuanhe's twin brother.

It can be said that the result of the notification is more dramatic than the incident itself.Of course, there are also many people who don't believe it, and conspiratorially believe that the so-called brother was just pushed out to block the gun, until Luo Yuanhe called the police.The police filed a case for investigation, and finally traced Miao Cong through the IP addresses and monitoring of the two postings.It was he who borrowed the website of the cake shop downstairs in the dormitory, logged in to the school's anonymous forum as a tourist, and posted a post.

Miao Cun was there when the police came.

This is the first time he went home after the last 20 incident.The house is still the same, but when the door is opened, the never-short flowers on the table have withered, as if they have been dead for many days, and the hostess of this house has long lost the will to decorate the facade.

Miao Jiancheng and his wife are still at the fruit stand. After failing the college entrance examination, Miao Cong chose to repeat his studies for a year, but judging from the current situation, he obviously didn't take it seriously. He didn't study on big weekends, and he still played games on the sofa.

"Mr. Miao Cong?" The policeman showed his ID, and the law enforcement recorder was also on: "We have received a report from Mr. Luo Yuanhe, please cooperate with us in the investigation."

"What, what?" Miao Cong put down his phone and rubbed against the corner of the sofa: "I don't know what you are talking about. What Luo Yuanhe, I don't know..." Seeing Miao Cun standing at the threshold, his mouth was startled and dull The ground is half open.

After getting news from the neighbors, Li Liping and Miao Jiancheng left their stalls and came one after another.It's only been a year, Li Liping seems to have aged a lot, but Miao Jiancheng is still the same.Seeing the policeman and Miao Cun, Li Liping brushed the broken hair sticking to her face, and laughed together: "Comrade policeman, what did my son do? Come and sit down and drink some hot tea."

The police waved their hands: "Your son Miao Cong is suspected of fabricating and spreading rumors on the Internet, which has had a major negative impact on the reputation of the reporter. We have investigated and monitored, and are now in administrative detention in accordance with the law to cooperate with the investigation. Blindly resisting cannot escape legal sanctions. Suggest Find a lawyer in advance."

When Miao Jiancheng heard that he wanted to spend money to find a lawyer, he raised his hand and slapped Miao Cong loudly.

Li Liping, however, no longer cared about her dear son being beaten, but murmured palely: "Detain, detain...? Are you scaring us? Huh?" Turning to Miao Cun as if for help: "Cuncun, you, Tell auntie, is this true?"

"It's true." There was no emotion in Miao Cun's words: "Miao Cong fabricated on the Internet that I had an affair with Mr. Luo, saying that I had a sex transaction with him. Mr. Luo decided to file a lawsuit and the college supported his decision."

"Fart and fabricate! I just didn't catch you..." Miao Cong was spat out by his father, and he spat: "You fucking like him, I think he has already messed with you! Why are you pretending to be righteous and innocent? Two perverts who walked through the back door!"

Miao Cun has not been in contact with Miao Cong for a long time.In his eyes, Miao Cong in the past was really bad, but it was more of a character and instinct to do evil, so he was ridiculously stupid. He didn't know when Miao Cong became a real villain. evil of heart.

Maybe it was the unfamiliar inquiry in his eyes that offended Miao Cong, who was furious and the veins on his neck were bulging. If Miao Jiancheng hadn't hugged him by the waist, he would have almost fought Miao Cun in front of the police.

"What the hell are you? Don't you just know how to draw some pictures? What the hell is so special about it? I feel sick when I fucking see you! Disgusting thing! Pretend to be a good person, a savior, and..."

Miao Cun ignored his abuse and cursing, and looked at Li Liping.

"Cuncun, this teacher of yours... Teacher Luo..." Li Liping looked at Miao Cong distractedly, while turning her eyes in a daze, "Is it the teacher who has been teaching you how to draw? Are you related to him? Isn't it great? Help me persuade him..."

Miao Cun looked at her and said calmly, "I also support Teacher Luo's decision."

"No, it's not..." Li Liping looked at Miao Cun with a smile, and then turned to the policeman flatteringly: "How could it be? It's just a child who said something casually on the Internet, and how did he get to the point of being detained and going to court again?" What? Let Cong Cong and Mr. Luo accompany you..."

"Auntie." Miao Cun called her, and Li Liping suddenly stopped talking, a smile froze on her face.

When Miao Cong was taken away by the police, the narrow and cold alley was full of onlookers.Li Liping dragged Miao Cong's hand to prevent him from getting into the police car. The scene was ugly, until the car finally drove out of the alley, Li Liping turned to Miao Cun as if waking up from a dream: "Cuncun, help your brother, he He didn't do it on purpose, he didn't do it on purpose, tell your auntie to your teacher, his lord has a lot..."

Miao Cun said plainly but cruelly: "Auntie, I'm sorry, Miao Cong has grown up, you don't know how to teach, and if you don't want to teach, let him teach the law."

He took a last look at the old house at the end of the alley. The concrete exterior wall was mottled by the rain and looked crumbling.Looking upwards, it is a small window in the attic with a wooden pane in the shape of rice. When it is pushed open, heavy dust will rise.He spent every New Year's Eve of his childhood and youth here. When he looked out the window, he couldn't imagine the day when he would be able to fly out.

Miao Cun took one last look at the gray attic window, turned and left.

·

I ate dinner with Luo Yuanhe, and Luo Yuanhe paid for the Southeast Asian restaurant they often go to outside the school.

In fact, that restaurant is not expensive at all, and the taste can only be regarded as passable. After so many years of eating, the original fashionable industrial style decoration has gradually become outdated.After dinner, Luo Yuanhe wanted to go back to the studio, so Miao Cun walked him back to school.

After going through such a big turmoil, the parties were not embarrassed, but the students were quite embarrassed. When encountering Luo Yuanhe, they had to push and dodge each other for a while, so they embarrassedly said hello: "Teacher Luo."

Luo Yuanhe nodded, still as calm as before.

The students said in private that it was fortunate that Professor Luo didn't collapse the house, but why couldn't he collapse the house?Thinking about it, if he really fell in love with his student, it would be quite exciting, with a sense of blasphemy.Of course, this kind of disrespectful gossip is destined to only appear on the dressing table of girls in the morning.

"Xin Yinong talked to me about you yesterday."

Xin Yinong is Vice President Xin.

Miao Cun's footsteps froze for a moment, as if he could guess what Luo Yuanhe was going to say next.

"He said, with your talent and style, it's more suitable to go to Russia for further studies first, and let me persuade you to think about it." Luo Yuanhe stopped, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, the small grinding wheel of the lighter was on his Sliding his finger, a cluster of faint blue flames lit up.

He took a sip before looking at Miao Cun: "What do you think?"

"I……"

"You prefer classical and realistic themes. In fact, I have always known which one I am good at. I am not as eager to give you a conclusion as Xin Yinong. No painter's genre is static. From now until the age of 60, It will be the process of your painter's vitality reaching its peak, and you don't have to set limits on yourself. The classical foundation can move towards the modern, and the modern abstraction can also move towards the contemporary. Your life, life, thoughts, and thinking will all affect your brushwork. , World peace, war, race, hometown land, personal emotions will also be projected in your paintings, it doesn’t matter if you go to France first or Russia first,” Luo Yuanhe said lightly, holding the flickering light between his fingers Red Star: "Follow your own ideas and preferences."

His long speech was actually not difficult to digest, but Miao Cun's expression was complicated, and he didn't answer for a while.

He took him as thoroughly as a student, as much as anyone he had ever taught, as anyone who had ever asked him for advice.

Students like to ask him these metaphysical questions, for example, Mr. Luo, what direction do you think I should choose as a graduate student?Teacher Luo, do you think I am not suitable for this style?And Luo Yuanhe is always like this, calm, rational, and neither cold nor cold encouragement can soothe any anxiety.

It's just that if it was a few days ago, Luo Yuanhe probably wouldn't have told him these things.

He would say, Miu Miu, grow up later.

Go slower and fly away.

Miao Cun kept silent, Luo Yuanhe understood and smiled: "Actually, I want to go to Russia more in my heart. I wanted to come to France before because I invited you, right?"

Miao Cun lowered his eyes: "Not all, France also has classics."

This sentence has exposed the choice in his heart.First of all, Luo Yuanhe is in France, and secondly, France also has classics, so he will go.Luo Yuanhe's insight into people's hearts is always calm, and he brushed off the soot with his slender fingers: "Then let Xin Yinong write you a letter of recommendation. In Russia, his name is more useful than mine."

"I haven't made up my mind yet."

"Don't think about it." Luo Yuanhe raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch his hair habitually, but he just paused in mid-air, and then fell back, "You go to France with me, and Luo Minghan will not Relieved."

After saying this, he raised his footsteps and walked forward again.

Miao Cun followed: "He won't."

"Yes." Luo Yuanhe stepped onto the corridor, and the sensor light turned on, illuminating his back.

"Brother Luo." Miao Cun called him, and for some reason, a panic rose in his heart that he thought was very strange.

Luo Yuanhe's figure was so light that he almost melted into the night.

"We've known each other for 11 years," he said.

Of course, he is so sensible and understands that since he has chosen Luo Minghan, the relationship with Luo Yuanhe will definitely be different from before.But no matter what is different, he is his teacher, the person who grew up with him, the person who took him to pick up the brush and helped him squeeze out the first paint, and the obsession that has been placed in his heart for half a lifetime.

It's not that the obsession is gone, all other memories, relationships, and friendships will be gone with the wind.

They can still get along frankly, can't they?

Hearing "11 years", Luo Yuanhe stopped slightly, then looked back at him indifferently.

The light shrouded his handsome eyebrows, "Miao Miao, you should know the word time has passed."

"Maybe there's another 11 years between us, but not until it's all over."

One thing, the past in time is so fast, but in the blink of an eye, in the tick, but not in the heart.

The passage of time in my heart is always so long, maybe I can wait, but it will take longer than 11 years, or maybe, I will never wait.

Luo Yuanhe unscrewed the door, the light in the studio was not turned on, only the light from the corridor diffused in through the panes, illuminating the corner of the oil painting he was painting, it was really beautiful blue.

·

The Internet speed of the elderly is always half a beat slow, and after the rumors were broken, Luo's father and Luo's mother learned from his cousin that Luo Yuanhe was rumored to be in love with a teacher and a student.Mother Luo was so frightened that her heart stopped suddenly, she put on reading glasses and looked at the phone for a long time: "Isn't this Miaomiao?"

Luo's father also looked at it carefully, "It really looks like it."

"What a real resemblance, this is it!" Mother Luo rolled her eyes at him, "The person next to him is Luo Minghan." She rolled her eyes and shook her head: "Young people nowadays can really make a fuss, Miaomiao and our Minghan—oh !"

"Oh what?"

Mother Luo patted her head: "When was this photo taken? Is it the most recent? Miaomiao is back again?"

Father Luo: "..."

In terms of sharpness, as a senior engineer, he is still inferior to a woman and a mother.

Picking a sunny day, Mother Luo took the fresh vegetables picked from her garden and rushed to Luo Minghan's villa, but was in vain. I had no choice but to drive back to University City.

"What are you going to do if you live there properly?" Mother Luo muttered to herself, with a flash of inspiration: "Oh! I must have reunited with Miaomiao, that's why I lived there—lived together?!"

"Don't guess, he's still young."

"So what's the matter, look in the photo, they are very intimate." Mother Luo has already saved the photo. After reposting it many times, the picture is blurred. She even asked her cousin to trace the source and find the highest resolution one. of.

"You should be more reserved when you ask later. Don't get me wrong. It's fine for you to be happy, but it will make him sad."

Mentioning Luo Minghan's sadness, Luo's mother also fell silent, and after a long while, she sighed: "Got it."

"Have you seen the person you said you were going to introduce to him last time?"

Luo's mother's interest became high again: "I've seen it. It's not as beautiful as Miao Miao's, but she is also good-looking. She is also tall and has a good job. She is a university teacher. Both parents in the family work in the university. Well, the scholarly family is well-educated, I will let them meet after a while, and if we have a good chat, I will let Luo Minghan go out with him during the winter vacation."

Father Luo nodded, with a hint of teasing in his words: "You've already met him, and you're still thinking about Miao Cun."

Mother Luo also smiled silently, and lowered her head to straighten her woolen scarf.It's not that she still misses Miao Cun so much, it's that she was frightened by Luo Minghan's distraught during the summer vacation.Her eldest son has always been difficult to discipline since he was a child, lawless and arrogant, but Luo's mother always remembers that day in June, when Miao Cun said "we have broken up", Luo Minghan's eyes were shocked and at a loss.

When the car stopped in the underground garage, Luo's father picked up the green bag containing vegetables, and walked into the elevator with Luo's mother.

When Aunt Qian saw the second elder through the cat's eyes, her soul was half lost.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." She quickly ran to the study, "Mr. and Mrs. Luo are here!"

Luo Minghan frowned: "Who gave the address?"

"Who else is there, it must be Lao Ze! He must have forgotten to hide it from the elders!" Aunt Qian stomped her feet repeatedly: "Oh, I don't know how to tip off the news!"

"Forget it." Luo Minghan pushed away the chair and got up, "Go and open the door."

His current vision is about five to six degrees short-sighted without glasses. Even if he is spotted, the situation will not be as terrible as when he was blind at the beginning.

As it turned out, in front of his mother, he showed his feet before he even lasted 3 minutes.

"Luo Minghan!" Mother Luo stood up again before her butt was hot, "You're even hiding from us that you're going blind?!"

Luo Minghan still had time to drink tea: "I'm not blind, I know you're wearing a rose red coat today," with his legs crossed, he wrote lightly: "Not bad, it looks white."

Mother Luo choked for a moment, and was about to get angry, but was coaxed back by him, "Temporary blindness, that's also blindness! What did the doctor say? When will it recover? Do you want to go for acupuncture?"

She knew a very powerful old Chinese doctor, who used to go to Zhongnanhai to give pulses to various ministries and commissions.

Luo Minghan didn't think about it, if he had known about it, he would have gone to have a look, maybe it would have been better sooner.

"Okay, let's make an appointment sometime."

"You are blind, I think the blind date will be avoided." Mother Luo sat down disappointed.

"Blind date, blind date?" Luo Minghan choked on the tea and asked suspiciously, frowning.

"I've met you with a very good partner, a university teacher, I don't have to pick my style of conversation, and she's pretty and smooth—" Mother Luo waved her hand annoyed, "Forget it! You can't see it anyway. !"

"Oh my God." Luo Minghan was speechless, "These days a big girl may not be urged to marry at 31, isn't it, do you think I'm not pleasing to be single?"

"I can't stand seeing you lose your shape every day!"

Luo Minghan was uncertain, took a sip of tea, lowered his eyes and said: "If you have such leisure, you should look for Luo Yuanhe."

Luo Yuanhe was mentioned, and Luo's mother immediately remembered the original intention of coming to the door, "What's the matter with him and Miaomiao?"

"What's going on?" Luo Minghan's nerves tensed up as if facing an enemy, but his face was still extremely indifferent, "Teacher and student, didn't you already know?"

"I read the rumors on the Internet."

"fake."

"Then tell me about those photos."

Being in a routine here, Luo Minghan had to admit: "The ones in the photos are all me."

"Have you reconciled with Miao Cun?"

It was strange, but he coughed first instead of answering.

Mother Luo looked at him suspiciously, seeing the tea foam in the Yongzheng celadon bowl with her head lowered, she couldn't help curling her lips.

"Is that right?" Mother Luo was in a panic.

Luo Minghan deliberately teased her: "Aren't you going to introduce me to someone? That sounds better."

No one heard it, the door lock had already been turned open, Miao Cun was carrying his schoolbag on one shoulder, crossed his chest and folded his arms, and leaned against the wall with his long legs crossed, so he could watch the play leisurely.

"No, what do you mean?" Mother Luo was confused by him.

Luo Minghan wanted to hear how his mother would praise this future daughter-in-law who had finally lost and recovered, and teased her: "It's not interesting, people, I'm really dating again, but since the person you want to introduce to me is so good, I can do it too." Consider it."

Miao Cun: "..."

The room was silent for a while.

Luo Mu: "I think your brain is broken!"

Luo Minghan: "Miao Cun's conditions are indeed average."

Miao Cun: "...?"

Lily didn't participate in this family chat, but someone called Luo Minghan, so she came out from the study with her mobile phone and saw Miao Cun at a glance.As soon as his lips parted, Miao Cun raised his eyes to her, signaling her to keep quiet.

Lily didn't know the cause and effect, she thought Miao Cun was going to give a surprise.

As a result, Luo Minghan said: "Look, what about him, his family conditions are average, his height is barely 1.8 meters, his parents are not highly educated, and he entered the Academy of Fine Arts with an exception. It has nothing to do with him, he is good at fighting, and his temper has nothing to do with gentleness and understanding..."

Lily was about to strangle someone, good guy, as soon as he came out, he saw the boss trying to kill him!

She was about to cough up her lungs, Luo Minghan frowned and asked her, "Are you having a cold?"

Lily couldn't express her suffering, so she could only smile.

"So," Luo Minghan said in a provocative manner, "If you want me to have a match, sit down and chat with the other person, I can do it."

Luo's mother: "Are you sure?" She didn't understand him anymore, and instead comforted him: "Are you sick? Luo Minghan, I warn you not to throw away the watermelon and pick up the sesame seeds. Think about it carefully. Miaomiao reconciles, that is a rare fate, Miaomiao is such a good child, isn't she, she is beautiful, has a good personality, and is a genius, if she likes you, then you have won the lottery! What does it look like? Favor? No more! Take care of me!"

Hearing her praise so much, Luo Minghan barely felt at ease, and let out a "huh" leisurely and leisurely, and acted like a good boy after getting a bargain: "That's true."

"But without comparison, I can't pick the best one. When my eyes are healed——"

"When your eyes are healed, what do you want?" Miao Cun asked aloud, straightening up lazily from the wall.

Luo Minghan suffered a cardiac arrest.

Kuang Ji, Qing Dynasty Yongzheng official kiln celadon covered bowl, died.