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Lin Haotian stayed at Luo Jian's house for a week before going back to school.Luo Mai insisted on sending him there, but when he came back, his heart was broken and he complained to his father.

"I used to think that it would be much easier for brother Xiaotian to live alone and only care about himself without his mother as a burden. But after I stayed with brother Xiaotian for a while, I knew why brother Xiaotian was so sad. It's as if he is the only one left in the world, and his heart is empty. No one needs him, and no one cares about him. Even if he disappears one day, no one will think about him. Same."

Luo Jian: "It's hard for you to understand him."

Luo Mai came to a conclusion affectionately, "A life without responsibilities and ties is incomplete."

Luo Jian chewed on the meaning of his words, nodded in agreement, seemed to be very touched, but then asked him, "Tell me, which comic did you read this recently?"

Luo Mai stood at attention abruptly and protested loudly, "I haven't watched it recently!"

"Oh, I watched it before. Dad blamed you wrongly." Luo Jian criticized himself.

"I haven't read manga, so I must have read it hard recently. In this case, "The Interpretation of Dreams", I mentioned it last week, tell me the outline." Luo Jian sat on the sofa with his arms folded, very leisurely.

Luo Mai's face was pale, and he slid off the sofa and sat on the floor, "I don't dare anymore..."

In the last ten days of the twelfth lunar month, before the new year, Lin Haotian was busy with the exams for this semester, and Xiaojiang took him to the city for the winter vacation. Luo Mai had already been on vacation, spinning and jumping at home without stopping, and his vigorous energy had nowhere to vent, so he was mentally retarded. The roll paper at home made a grand performance art.

It took three full rolls of paper to connect all the furniture in the house without interruption, and then painted gouache on the toilet paper.

When Lin Haotian woke up in the morning, he saw a long piece of toilet paper coming in through the crack of the door, bypassing the legs of the stool, table and bed, connecting all the furniture together, and then going out through the crack of the door.Filled with a sense of unthinking grotesque.

Lin Haotian didn't break the toilet paper, opened the door carefully, and saw a grand feast of toilet paper, all the furniture was connected together by the toilet paper, even the big chandelier above his head was not let go, several strips of toilet paper hung down, fluttering, extending to Everywhere, the whole house was pale, like a mourning hall.

The banisters of the stairs were covered with toilet paper, colorful and wet paint.Lin Haotian took a deep breath, and tremblingly asked Luo Mai who was painting with a paint tray on the second floor, "Are you painting something?"

Luo Mai replied, "Recently, my dad insisted on showing me Monet. After watching it for two days, I had an epiphany, and I used this painting to express my understanding of Monet."

"What do you understand?"

With a large paper bag painted in various colors on his head, Luo Mai replied inscrutably, "A kind of beauty that does not distinguish rules and has no clear lines. The blur at a moment is eternity. It warns us that people who are only [-] degrees short-sighted take off their glasses. The world you see is complete."

Lin Haotian asked him, "Mr. Luo, can I understand you?"

"My dad said that the world of artists cannot be easily understood, like Picasso, like Van Gogh, like Duchamp, but we must maintain respect. So I think my dad can respect me even if he can't understand me. The artist who started! The Monet Rowe of the 21st century!"

Lin Haotian was not sure whether Luo Mai was holding his breath or he had really touched the door to art, but no matter what, artists still have to eat. No matter how high the soul flies, it must first satisfy the body, not to mention that Luo Mai's body is always hungry more diligent.

Luo Mai continued to paint painstakingly on the escalator, and frantically looped Pavarotti on the home stereo.In the high-pitched C, he splashed ink with a paint brush intoxicatedly, filled a bottle of ink with a watering can for flowers, and swayed toward the long railing, as if possessed by a magic stick.

After the misfortune was over, I went down the stairs to start with the toilet paper hanging from the chandelier, and dyed those white "streamers" into pink or blue colors. The various colors collided together, and the colors were colorful. I didn't see that I was a teacher of Monet. It's like opening a workshop and overturning the dye vat...

Lin Haotian was packing breakfast in the kitchen, and when he was making pickles, he found that the soy sauce was gone, so he called out, "Luo Mai, do you still have soy sauce at home?"

Luo Mai was carefully painting the toilet paper wrapped around the vase in a beautiful and dazzling sky blue, and without looking back, he shouted, "I bought it and put it away, look for it!"

Lin Haotian has been digging through the cupboards, and found a large bucket of 2.5 liters of Haitian dark soy sauce in a steamer that is not commonly used.Lin Haotian didn't quite understand what dark soy sauce was, so he took out a large bucket of soy sauce to be cautious, and showed it to Luo Mai, "Is this it?"

When Luo Mai saw it, his eyes widened suddenly, "No! That's my Coke! I've been forgetting to drink it!"

Lin Haotian looked at the soy sauce, then at Luo Mai.This is Coke? ?

In order to prove that it was a bucket of Coke, Luo Mai opened the bottle cap, picked up the 2.5-liter large bucket, and poured it with his neck up. Lin Haotian was dumbfounded seeing the water line keep dropping.

Coke is Luo Mai's lover. Luo Mai drank so much that he forgot everything, and didn't even hear the sound of the door opening.

So Luo Jian came back from the outside and saw such a scene.His son was holding a bucket of soy sauce bigger than two heads and blowing at the bottle, behind him was a feast of colorful toilet paper.Pavarotti's high-pitched voice reverberated in the space, and one of them was startled.

The music stopped with a bang, Luo Mai and Lin Haotian turned their heads at the same time, Luo Jian was holding the audio socket in his hand.

With a "poof", Luo Mai sprayed all the Coke in his mouth.

Before Luo Jian could put down the briefcase in his hand, he walked slowly to Luo Mai, picked up the soy sauce in his hand, and his face was calm.

Lin Haotian had the urge to tremble.

Then Luo Jian said slowly, "Luo Mai, do you know why I forbid you to drink too much Coke?"

"Diabetes...osteoporosis..."

Luo Jian didn't refute, and glanced at Luo Hao's lower body, focusing on a certain place.Luo Mai's conditioned reflex is to cover his crotch.

Luo Jian said meaningfully, "The main reason is that I drank too much, and the future is not long."

Luo Mai let out a wailing cry, and ran upstairs in fright.

The two downstairs looked at each other.

Luo Jian was much more upright with Lin Haotian, looked around and asked, "Did he do this this morning?"

"Well, he said it was an imitation of Monet."

Luo Jian: "Monet used oil paints, and he made a bunch of gouache paints."

Lin Haotian: "..." I can't smooth things over for you.

Luo Jian didn't get angry, "He wants to play with watercolor, so let's learn watercolor."

Lin Haotian took his briefcase and sent it to the study, "There is breakfast in the kitchen, I'll put away the toilet paper first."

Luo Jian waved his hand, and said calmly, "No, let Luo Mai come by himself, tell him that these toilet papers cannot be thrown away, and roll them back up again."

Lin Haotian stared blankly at the toilet paper.

At the end of the new year, the shopping mall was so busy that it exploded, Lin Haotian and Luo Mai were already used to the state of Luo Jian not going home for several days in a row.However, Luo Mai had no time to rebel, so Luo Jian did what he said and found a Chinese painting teacher for Luo Mai.This Chinese painting teacher is the daughter of Luo Jian's friend. He was ordered by Luo Jian to discipline Luo Mai.Luo Mai was tortured both mentally and physically, and he was in dire straits.

The days were so noisy that at the end of the new year, the shopping mall was closed, Luo Jian came back, and flew to Hainan with his two children for vacation the next day.

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