Borrowing a Kiss

The author has something to say: Cen Nan: Married people, don't cue

Liang Muqiu cried in Cen Nan's arms for 10 minutes, and suddenly felt like an idiot when he came back to his senses. He raised his hand to wipe his face, pushed Cen Nan away, and turned his back on him again.

"Okay, I've promised you the chance you want. You should go wherever you want." Liang Muqiu turned his face away, and was about to say a few cruel words, so that Cen Nan could learn what the three obediences and four virtues are, but when he lifted Seeing Cen Nan's pale face, the words on his lips changed again, "It's enough for you to be a gatekeeper outside for a whole night. I don't need you to look at me. I'm too lazy to move recently. I just bought this house. I have to leave. you go."

Of course Cen Nan would not leave.

He grabbed Liang Muqiu's hand, pulled him into his arms with a little force, and before Liang Muqiu opened his mouth to curse, he kissed Liang Muqiu's forehead like a kitten, "I'm not sleepy, did you come out for breakfast just now?" , I’ll take you there, and I’ll go to sleep when I come back from eating.”

Liang Muqiu was caught off guard by the kiss, and originally wanted to scold him, but when he heard it, he thought it was okay, and it wouldn't take long to have breakfast.

But he was pulled forward by Cen Nan, and he still had to pick and choose, saying, "Where are you going? Just send me for the soy milk and fried dough sticks."

Cen Nan smiled kindly, "You'll know when you go."

Liang Muqiu thought that Cen Nan was going to take him to some teahouse, but he didn't expect that the car drove a few streets, the roads on both sides became more and more familiar, and finally stopped at a wide roadside.

If you look to the left, you will see a high school that has already passed the starting point. If you look to the right, you will see a row of snack bars, all hidden under the shade of trees, with small gates and signboards that have been around for a long time, but they have been open for many years.

"Get out of the car." Cen Nan said.

Liang Muqiu hesitated for a while before pushing open the car door.

Of course he is familiar with this place, it was the high school he and Cen Nan attended back then, he spent three years here, and Cen Nan only transferred here in his third year of high school, but whether it was one year or three years, they had evening classes at that time, They will come to the row of snack bars at the back door and order a supper.

These years, in order to avoid getting emotional, he even drove around here, but Cen Nan brought him here.

Cen Nan came over to hold his hand, and said as he walked in, "I drove by here a few days ago and found that the wonton shop we used to go to in high school was still open, so I wanted to bring you here."

Liang Muqiu curled his lips, "How do you know that I still like to eat wontons now, maybe I've changed to eating dumplings."

Cen Nan smiled and didn't expose him.

He clearly saw Liang Muqiu ordering wontons a few days ago.

After taking their seats, the owners of the wonton shop were still the same couple when they were in high school. They hadn't seen each other for ten years, and the two of them hadn't changed much. They were still the same friendly, but there were a few more wrinkles on their faces.

They seemed to still have an impression of Cen Nan and Liang Muqiu, so they took a few extra glances when ordering.

The proprietress in a floral apron smiled and asked, "Did you two study in the opposite high school? I look familiar."

Liang Muqiu was embarrassed to be cold-hearted to outsiders, and nodded obediently, "Yes, I was a student here ten years ago."

Cen Nan answered from the side, "We used to come here for supper, and he likes your thin-skinned wontons."

Liang Muqiu glanced at him.

The proprietress was very happy, indicating that she had a good memory.There are not many people in the store now, and the boss is busy in the back kitchen, so she chatted at the front desk, "You two are good-looking, so I can remember it easily. Our thin-skinned wontons are a signature, and many regular customers will come. Our steamed dumplings The dumplings are also good, do you want to try it?"

"Okay, then two more copies." Cen Nan said.

With rare patience, he chatted with the proprietress without saying a word.

Liang Muqiu was drinking soy milk, his eyes were gurgling around, looking at this small shop.In the past ten years, the store has not changed much, but it has been renovated and the walls have been repainted.There is still the old locust tree planted outside the store, which looks like a canopy. Every night, the street outside the door is full of students. Back then, he and Cen Nan hid in the crowd, and their fingers touched each other from time to time, as if they were holding hands. , and it seems that there is no.

And the proprietress over there chatted with Cen Nan, and the more she looked at him, the more satisfied she was. He was a good-looking talent, and he was also a lawyer with a bright future.

She couldn't help asking, "Young man, you look young. Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend? I have a niece..."

But before she finished speaking, Cen Nan interrupted.

"Married." Cen Nan smiled, "I like him very much."

Liang Muqiu stopped looking at the scenery, and stared at Cen Nan with wide eyes.

The proprietress gave a moment of disappointment, but she became happy again within two seconds, "Then you got married quite early, which is pretty good. Nowadays, young people like to marry late, but well, it doesn't matter how soon you meet someone you like." She smiled, and glanced at the male boss who was busy in the back kitchen, "Wait a minute, I'll show you if the wontons are ready."

After the proprietress went to the back kitchen, Liang Muqiu kicked Cen Nan under the table, and asked through gritted teeth, "Why don't I know, when did you get married?"

Cen Nan patted his trouser legs, his expression calm.

"Heart."

Liang Muqiu choked, and wanted to hurt him a few words, but he didn't bother to deal with this thick-skinned.

Ten minutes later, two thin-skinned wontons arrived, Liang Muqiu added spicy and Cen Nan added vinegar.

Liang Muqiu is a person who can't eat a little sour. Seeing that Cen Nan added so much vinegar, his teeth felt sour. After eating a few small wontons, he asked Cen Nan, "Do you eat small wontons abroad? Are there many Chinese restaurants? "

When Cen Nan was with him, although he didn't know how to cook, he had a big mouth, and it was not easy to feed him at all.

"There are quite a few Chinese restaurants, but not many authentic ones, and small wontons are even rarer," Cen Nan replied, "So I'm slowly learning how to cook."

Liang Muqiu didn't ask any more questions, and added another spoonful of sesame oil to the soup.

In fact, from the first time he saw Cen Nan, he found that he was thinner. Although his frame was still tall, his face was thinner and his outline was deeper, which made him wonder how unpalatable the food in America is, and how it can starve people alive. .

On the contrary, Cen Nan has taken care of himself well during the past half a month of living in the opposite door. Except for today, his complexion is very good.

But he didn't want to tell Cen Nan about this mental activity, as if he cared a lot.

After breakfast, the two of them said goodbye to the proprietress. The proprietress smiled and waved to them, asking them to come more often in the future.

Liang Muqiu went out, looked at the high school opposite, and stood there for a while.

It's past school time now, and the gate is empty, except for the big characters "Bincheng No. [-] Middle School" shining in the sun.

Cen Nan stood beside him and asked him, "What's the matter, do you want to go in and have a look?"

Liang Muqiu shook his head, "There's no need, let's go."

After getting into the car, Liang Muqiu didn't know what he thought of. He was not in a good mood and had nothing to say along the way.In the middle, Cen Nan stopped the car and said he was going to buy something, but he was not happy to ask.

But when Cen Nan came back, he subconsciously turned his head to take a look, and he was stunned.

Because Cen Nan was holding a bunch of roses in his hand, probably freshly cut, still fresh with dew, which made Cen Nan's face turn rosy.

Liang Muqiu didn't know why, "What are you doing?"

He sized up Cen Nan, thinking that it must be a gift for him, it's pretty nasty, chasing people only know how to smash roses, it's like acting in an idol drama.

It's just that the flowers are innocent, each of the deep red Corolla roses blooms beautifully, and when tied into a bunch, they are dazzlingly gorgeous.

Cen Nan closed the car door. Inside the narrow car, the fragrance of roses was gentle and lingering. He gently put the flowers into Liang Muqiu's arms.

When he saw Liang Muqiu's puzzled expression, he knew that this person had long forgotten what he had said.

He paused, his throat was a little dry, "Did you forget, when I went abroad, you came to the airport to see me off. Tell me, when I come back, remember to bring you roses."

At that time, they didn't know that this trip would be a long separation.

Liang Muqiu sent him to the airport. Although he was reluctant, he didn't hold him and cry loudly. He just sniffed and buried his head in his arms, refusing to come out.

At this time, there happened to be a couple next to him. The girl lay in the boy's arms and cried tearfully, saying that this year's Valentine's Day, you will not be with me. The boy hurriedly coaxed him, saying that he would still send roses.

Liang Muqiu, an elementary school person, heard this, turned his head to look twice, turned around again, and said firmly, "I want it too. When you come back, you have to give me roses too. I want big ones."

He kissed the side of Liang Muqiu's face and said, "Okay, I can send you off every day after I come back."

But later the roses were past flowering, and he never came back.

Liang Muqiu stared blankly at the bouquet of roses.

He had long forgotten that he had flirted with Cen Nan and asked for a bouquet of roses. It had been too long, and he deliberately forgot, some details would always be lost.

But Cen Nan still remembered.

He heard Cen Nan say.

"I owe you many things and many days. I can't make up for the past seven years, but every day, every minute, I won't let you find me again. I promised you I can do everything, one pile, one piece.”

"The roses were delivered late, and I was also late, but you still want me. I'm really happy."

He faintly heard something was wrong, and when he looked up, he found that Cen Nan's eyes were red.

When they met again, Cen Nan didn't cry. Last night when he held him tight and kissed him recklessly, Cen Nan didn't cry. This morning he finally let go and said he would give Cen Nan a chance, but he didn't cry either. .

But now, in this closed and quiet car, Cen Nan's eyes turned red.

Because a bouquet of belated roses finally has an owner.

Like a clam that has been invincible until now, he finally cracked a thin crack, revealing the soft flesh inside.

Liang Muqiu's heart was blank for a moment, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

He said that he would not follow Cen Nanbai Lianhua's tricks, and he thought his heart was like a rock.

But in this semi-dark car, Cen Nan looked at him with tears in his eyes like this. He knew that the other party was not a good thing, but he still couldn't escape and fell into it in a daze.

He raised his hand and roughly wiped the corners of Cen Nan's eyes, pretending to be calm, "Why are you crying? Who said I would like to have you? Don't give yourself coffee. You are still in the probationary period. At most, there is a If you pursue qualifications, you will be laid off at any time."

He pursed his lips, saw Cen Nan's wet eyelashes, and said, "If you become my first wife one day, it's not too late to cry."

Cen Nan couldn't help but laugh.

He pressed Liang Muqiu's hand, and kissed the warm palm, all the wet tears stained his face.

"Then I have to work hard." He smiled, but he was very good at lowering his figure. "I also ask Mr. Liang to show mercy. It doesn't matter if you are the principal or not, as long as I am alone."

Simply shameless.

Foreign universities didn't teach Cen Nan anything else, but he learned thoroughly how to be a vixen.

Liang Muqiu cursed secretly, and withdrew his hand.

"Stop talking nonsense and drive," Liang Muqiu instructed while hugging the rose, "Are you going to sleep now? I'll sleep if you don't."

Speaking of this, he glanced at the time, it was already eight o'clock, and it was usually time for Cen Nan to go to the law firm at this point.

He couldn't help frowning.

Cen Nan seemed to know what he was thinking, restarted the car, and said slowly, "I'm working from home today."

Liang Muqiu looked at him suspiciously, thinking, this guy didn't go to the law firm on purpose just to block him.

But he didn't bother to ask.

It wasn't the first day that Cen Nan was sick.

He lowered his head to look at the roses in his bosom, it was now the flowering period of the roses, the flowers were as soft as satin, a large bunch, crowded close together, like a gorgeous summer day.