Borrowing a Kiss

The author has something to say: You can eat some sugar later~

Liang Muqiu fled back home in a panic, his chest heaving violently with his breathing. Although it was only a long corridor of about ten meters, he was exhausted as if he had run a marathon.

Maodou was probably woken up by the sound of his closing the door. A few dissatisfied sobs came from the living room, and then it fell silent again.

But right now Liang Muqiu has no time to coax it.

With his back against the door, his body arched slightly, he was too tired to speak.

The alcohol he drank at the party still seemed to be running through his limbs, and he was clearly sober, but he still felt sore all over.

After resting for a while, he lifted his feet and walked in, but when his eyes glanced over the shoe cabinet, he stopped again.

On the shoe cabinet was the pen that Cen Nan gave him a few days ago. He didn't want to take it, but he didn't want to argue with Cen Nan anymore, so he kept it here, pretending it didn't exist.

After several days in a row, no one cared about it, and the gift box seemed to be dimmed.

But he stared at the gift box for a while, then slowly reached out to pick it up, opened the lid, and the white mother-of-pearl pen inside was still shining brightly under the light, like a cold gem, and like a sleeping princess.

Liang Muqiu frowned slightly.

Cen Nan gave him a pen because he knew he liked it, but Cen Nan never knew why he started collecting pens.

He never told Cen Nan, as if keeping an unknown secret.

He started collecting pens because one afternoon in his third year of high school, Cen Nan once held his hand to write.He always felt that Cen Nan's handwriting was beautiful, vigorous, and flowing, while his own handwriting was like a chicken pecking at rice, and he would be deducted two points from the test paper.

Cen Nan smiled, put the pen into his hand, bent down, and held his hand, "Then I'll teach you."

The afternoon sun was scorching hot, and white draft paper was so common that it could be seen everywhere. Cen Nan's fingers were slender and strong, and his palm firmly wrapped the back of his hand, teaching him stroke by stroke.

Cen Nan's breathing was right next to his ears, soothing and calm.

And at that time, he had already realized that he was secretly in love with Cen Nan, his heartbeat was so fast that even he was afraid, his ears couldn't stop burning, he was afraid that Cen Nan would see his thoughts, and he was also afraid that he really wouldn't.

After a few minutes of being in a daze like this, he heard Cen Nan say, "Okay, let's practice."

Cen Nan loosened his hand from the back of his hand.

He regained his senses in a daze, and looked at the snow-white paper.

I saw what was written on the paper——

"Living together in Changqian, the two little ones have no suspicions."

He and Cen Nan were never childhood sweethearts, they had known each other for a long time, and when they first met, they were only one step away from becoming adults.

But when he saw this line of words that day, Fulin suddenly came to his heart and understood the meaning behind it.

He turned his head to look into Cen Nan's eyes, suspecting that this person who always behaves calmly also likes himself.

He guessed right.

On that sunny afternoon, he was not the only one who had a chaotic heartbeat.

Ten years have passed since his senior year in high school.

Cen Nan once again said that he loves him.

And he, like ten years ago, was hopeless and his heart was beating like a drum.

Liang Muqiu stayed in the entrance for a while, then took the pen and went back to the bedroom.

While taking a bath, he found that his lip was also broken, and he bit Cen Nan too hard, even biting himself. Now that the blood has solidified, it still hurts when he pulls it.

Liang Muqiu cursed shamelessly in his heart.

He brushed his teeth and climbed into bed in his pajamas, but of course he couldn't fall asleep.

It was obvious that Cen Nan could no longer be seen, but in Cen Nan's bedroom just now, the kiss that Cen Nan put on his lips according to what he said, seemed to be still in front of him.

Cen Nan said that as long as he gives a little love, he can do whatever he wants to himself, without asking for forgiveness, as long as he has a chance to pursue him.

God knows how much effort it took him to stop himself from saying hello when he was lying on Cen Nan's bed.

He can deceive everyone, he can tell everyone that he doesn't love Cen Nan a long time ago, he doesn't care who Cen Nan is.

But in the dead of night like this, he couldn't lie to himself alone.

He loves Cen Nan.

From being held in Cen Nan's arms to write in his third year of high school, to now seven years after being broken up by Cen Nan, he has always loved this person.

He didn't really want to recall the stupidity he had committed in the past seven years, so he wiped his face with the back of his hand, cursed in a low voice, turned off his cell phone and the bedside lamp, and got into bed and fell asleep.

But obviously, after such a thrilling day, he couldn't sleep well anyway.

When he woke up the next day, Liang Muqiu was not surprised to find that he had two dark circles under his eyes, and his appearance was reduced to nine points.

Liang Muqiu looked in the mirror for a while, feeling very bad, thinking that if he continued to toss about like this, he would face disfigurement sooner or later.

He glanced down at his watch, it was still early, only six o'clock, and decided to buy breakfast after a long absence.

When he passed the living room, Maodou hadn't woken up, and was sleeping soundly in the kennel.He squatted down and looked at Maodou for a while, then reached out to touch the little dog's belly, smiled, and then stood up again to go out.

But he just opened the door.

It was foggy outside, and in the morning of early summer, the wind brought a little coldness, mixed with the humidity of the vegetation.

He found an unexpected visitor standing outside his house.

Wearing a simple white T and trousers, short black hair is a little messy, pale face, leaning against the wall next to his house, eyes half closed, eyes are also faintly black.

And hearing the sound of his door opening, the man opened his eyes like a leopard waiting for its prey.

The two looked at each other, and they didn't rest well when they saw it.

Liang Muqiu didn't even think about whether Cen Nan's behavior was worth reporting to the police. He subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to touch Cen Nan's hand to see if he was cold.

"What are you doing outside my door? Are you a door god?" He looked at Cen Nan incredulously, "How long have you been here?"

Guilt flashed in Cen Nan's eyes for a moment, and he lowered his head and did not speak.

Compared to yesterday's crazy and vicious look, he felt very obedient today, wearing a white T-shirt, with a pale face, like a little white lotus with low brows and pleasing eyes.

But Liang Muqiu had long since given up on this.

If he is fooled again, he will take the surname of Cen Nan.

He couldn't wait for an answer, but he had already reacted in his heart. He looked at Cen Nan incredulously, "You won't be... guarding me here, afraid that I will leave, right?"

Cen Nan looked up at him, did not speak, and acquiesced.

Liang Muqiu just thought it was ridiculous.

"What time have you stayed outside?" He looked Cen Nan up and down, "Are you sick? Even if you can block me for a day, can you block me every day?"

"I know." Cen Nan's voice was also hoarse, like a worn bamboo flute in the morning wind, "But I can't sleep, I always feel that maybe when I open my eyes, you will not be here."

He looked up at Liang Muqiu, the ferocity of last night faded away, and he became a gentle gentleman again during the day, just waiting for Liang Muqiu to raise his sword.

It's ridiculous to say that back then he walked simply, leaving Liang Muqiu behind.

Now the scene is reversed, but he forbids Liang Muqiu to do so.

Liang Muqiu obviously also thought of this incident, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc.

He didn't want to buy breakfast either, so he took a few deep breaths, looked out the window at the mist, and then looked at Cen Nan, it probably rained last night, and the humidity in the air was much higher than usual.

Cen Nan didn't know how long he stood outside his door, his face and lips turned pale.

Liang Muqiu had nothing to do.

For a few minutes, the corridor was so quiet that it almost froze. Liang Muqiu really wanted to have a cigarette, but he only had his mobile phone in his pocket.

He bit his lips and said in a low voice, "Are you so interesting, Cen Nan? If I really want to leave, I will definitely stay away from you. I can move sooner or later, or I can even change cities, or like you, Go abroad, fly far away, so that you can never find me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Nan looked up at him in a panic, as if he wanted to say something.

But Liang Muqiu didn't want to hear it.

Liang Muqiu closed his eyes, suddenly jumped up, grabbed Cen Nandi by the collar, and pressed him hard against the wall, his back collided with the wall, making a dull bang.

"I don't need you to promise me anything, and I don't need you to stand by my door like a lost dog. I don't care." Liang Muqiu's eyes were still red, but he glared at Cen Nan fiercely, "You said you want If you want a chance to pursue me, I will give it to you. But as you said yourself, we are not equal, I will accept other people's pursuit, I can torture you, I may promise you, maybe never If I want you to get out, I will get out, if I want you to appear, then I will appear..."

He obviously said harsh words, but he choked up when he said this, and grabbed Cen Nan's clothes in pain.

It's not that he hasn't hesitated, and it's not that he doesn't understand what he said.

But from the moment he saw Cen Nan in the bar, he had already suffered a crushing defeat, and it couldn't be worse.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Cen Nan, "I don't want to forgive you, I don't want to listen to your difficulties, I don't want to know if you regret leaving me. I just want to get revenge on you."

After he finished speaking, he let go of Cen Nan's hand, but tears rolled tremblingly from his eye sockets and slid down the side of his face, obviously he was the one who spoke harshly, and he was the one who said he wanted revenge.

It was he who cried so pitifully.

And Cen Nan looked at him for a long time.

He got the result he wanted, his Qiuqiu finally softened his heart and forgave him like the most merciful king, but he couldn't be happy at all.

He stretched out his hand, hugged Liang Muqiu into his arms, and gently kissed his red eyes from crying.

"Don't forgive me." He whispered, "I'm so bad, I left you alone for seven years, don't forgive me."