Borrowing a Kiss

The author has something to say: In the past seven years, what Liang Muqiu most wanted to go to was Chicago, and what Cen Nan most wanted to go to was Bencheng. (Sorry, I have some things in my life these days, so I haven’t updated for two days. I will try to make up for the updates that I lost in the future)

Dinner was eaten at Liang Muqiu's favorite private restaurant.

This store implements a membership system, and reservations are required in advance. The spring flowers in the courtyard are luxuriant in the night, and the lights of the fountain are also soft and charming. Liang Muqiu sits by the window, looking at the small fruits on the tree outside the window, but always feels that something is wrong.

He really likes this restaurant.

But why, it is said that Cen Nan, who has just returned to China, will also know about it and do what he likes.

He picked up a dried fried mushroom, and looked suspiciously at Cen Nan's face, as if he wanted to stare Cen Nan out of a hole.

"Why did you find this store?" Liang Muqiu asked, "I thought you were not so familiar with Bincheng now."

Cen Nan was calm and composed: "Ren Qihan recommended it, so I also applied for membership."

Liang Muqiu still felt weird.

From the moment Cen Nan appeared at the door of his house, he suspected that Cen Nan had planned it for a long time, which could be called deliberate planning.

But he had no proof, so he could only continue to eat aggrievedly.

Fortunately, today's dishes are very suitable for him. The restaurant has just updated its menu and launched a spring set menu, especially the desserts after the meal, which makes him happy physically and mentally.

Cen Nan is only average about desserts, but the eyes he looks at Liang Muqiu are full of tenderness.

When he was in high school, he often went to buy pastries a block away for Liang Muqiu, such as chestnut cakes, glutinous rice cakes, and the new strawberry mille-feuille.

Some students in the classroom were writing homework, peeking at their phones, and passing small notes.

He was the only one who was helping with the math problem, while looking sideways at Liang Muqiu, who was hiding behind the book and eating the cake secretly, like a little hamster stuffed with food reserves, with some cake crumbs on his lips, which was licked by the tip of his tongue, and rolled into it.

That look is innocent and ignorant, pure and full of temptation.

It directly caused Cen Nan back then to be full of yellow waste.

The mathematical equations in the pen could not be finished, and Liang Muqiu's name was turned into the paper.

This is his sweetheart.

Cen Nan stared at Liang Muqiu on the opposite side, sighed slightly in his heart, changed his posture, and his eyes were even a little melancholy.

He didn't know how long it would be before he could hold Liang Muqiu in his arms again.

Probably his gaze was too aggressive.

Liang Muqiu raised his head from the cake, with the spoon still on his lips, and asked, "What's wrong, there's something on my face?"

Cen Nan shook his head and smiled, full of gentle scum, "No, I just want to see you."

After dinner, Cen Nan drove Liang Muqiu to the movies.

Liang Muqiu originally thought he was at the nearest movie theater, but Cen Nan's car drove straight past, getting further and further away.

He belatedly asked, "Where are we going?"

Cen Nan said, "You will know when you arrive."

Liang Muqiu didn't ask any more questions.

After arriving at the location, he realized that Cen Nan brought him to an open-air drive-in theater. It was 08:30 now, and there were already many cars in the parking lot.

Cen Nan changed his car today and drove an SUV, so he parked in the rear. He stopped the car, turned his head and asked Liang Muqiu, "Is this place okay?"

Liang Muqiu took a milk tea straw in his mouth, glanced around the venue, and gave a noncommittal "hmm".

Of course he likes it.

When he and Cen Nan were in college, they often went to the drive-in theater. In the cold winter months, the two of them watched movies in the car. Cen Nan's down jacket was draped over the two of them like a quilt, and the hands under the clothes were also tightly held together. , He would stuff half of a snack into Cen Nan's mouth.

Looking back, Liang Muqiu also felt his teeth hurt, wondering why he fell in love with Nao so much at the beginning.

Now that seven years have passed, the drive-in theater has been updated and upgraded a long time ago, and the environment is much better than the two of them had back then.

He took a sip of milk tea and asked, "What's for today?"

Cen Nan unbuckled the seat belts for himself and Liang Muqiu, and replied, "Old movies, Roman Holiday."

It is indeed an old movie.

The noble princess fell in love with the unknown reporter, and it was destined to be an absurd and unacceptable relationship from the moment they met.And this relationship really only existed for one day. After dawn, the two returned to their respective paths of life.

Liang Muqiu has actually watched it more than once, but he doesn't mind watching it again, he always likes to revisit these black and white movies.

He put the car seat flat, leaned on it halfway, ignored Cen Nan, and watched a movie comfortably while sipping milk tea. If it wasn't for his appearance, he would be an old man with paralysis.

Although she already knew the ending of the movie, when the princess said that her favorite city was Rome, Liang Muqiu felt a little bit sad.

What she loves most is not Rome, but the man she met in Rome.

But she couldn't say it.

All she can say is that she likes Rome.

All the love that has never been expressed, the earth-shattering in the heart, are covered under the surface of pretending to be calm.

When he saw the princess going to shake hands with all the reporters in order to shake hands with the one she loves, he didn't know why, so he looked sideways at Cen Nan, and Cen Nan was also looking at him. What's so special, Liang Muqiu didn't know why his spine was numb.

Liang Muqiu moved his eyes away, but it was difficult to focus on Hepburn's stunning face.

He was once asked where he would like to go if traveling.

He was dealing with work, absent-minded, but blurted out, "Chicago."

The colleague smiled and asked him, "Ask you at home, why would you want to go abroad?"

He was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, and evaded it perfunctorily.

But he knew why in his heart.

Because Cen Nan is in Chicago.

There was his lover in that strange city on the other side of the ocean.

So much so that he blurted out that it was the place name.

In the most painful time, he even hated this city, hating why it took away his lover.

But he clearly knew that it wasn't anywhere that was wrong, it was Cen Nan who wanted to leave.

But now, Cen Nan has returned, back to his side, the word Chicago quickly lost its magic power, and became an empty place name on the map.

Liang Muqiu tightened his grip on the milk tea cup, and he glanced at Cen Nan again.

In the dimly lit car, Cen Nan's silhouette was carved like a sculpture, and every line was impeccable.

Obviously this person is by his side, but maybe it's because they have been separated for too long, he always feels unreal, as if it was a dream before him, he went back to the university, went to the drive-in theater with Cen Nan, and waited for dawn, this theater, This car, and Cen Nan, will disappear.

Liang Muqiu's eyelashes blinked, and the calm mood that lasted all night was gone, even a little irritable.

He still couldn't face Cen Nan calmly.

The rift of the past seven years cannot be repaired overnight, nor is it that he said that if he gave Cen Nan a chance, they would immediately let go of their old grudges and rebuild the old relationship.

As long as he hasn't forgiven Cen Nan and accepted the fact that he was abandoned, he will have countless such moments.

Even if he was really with Cen Nan, he would still be brooding, he couldn't let Cen Nan go, and he couldn't let Cen Nan go.

This made Liang Muqiu even breathe heavily.

Feeling genuinely uncomfortable, he lowered the window and opened it a slit to get some air.

Cen Nan noticed his movement and looked over.

Liang Muqiu pretended not to know, propped his chin with one hand, and watched the last parting of the movie absent-mindedly.

But within a few seconds, he heard Cen Nan ask, "Is the milk tea delicious?"

Liang Muqiu frowned, didn't want to talk much, and said two words, "It's okay."

Cen Nan asked gently and politely, "Then can I have a taste?"

Liang Muqiu was taken aback, feeling that the request was inexplicable, the milk tea was already cold, and he drank it down to a little.

But he didn't bother to care about Cen Nan's nervousness, so he gave a perfunctory "hmm" and passed the milk tea over.

Cen Nan took it and put it on the cup holder, but didn't drink it.

The movie is over and the ending song is playing.

"Guess I could find somebody too,

But Idowantnoonebutyou.

......"

"Maybe I can find someone new, but I don't want anyone but you."

Cen Nan leaned forward, crossed the barrier in the middle, gently squeezed Liang Muqiu's chin with one hand, and kissed him lightly under his shocked gaze.

The movie is over.

The cars around them were leaving one after another.

Only the time in this car seems to be frozen.

Liang Muqiu even forgot to blink, and stared at Cen Nan's closed eyes and eyelashes motionlessly.

I don't know how long it took before Cen Nan let go of him, but he didn't retreat. The two were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

Cen Nan was still staring at Liang Muqiu's soft and moist lips, and said in a low voice, "It smells like white peach."

The white peach-flavored milk tea is seven points sweet, and it is enough to make you feel greasy without adding anything.

Liang Muqiu's hand gripped the edge of the car seat, and then let go.

He should be angry.

This bastard Cen Nan is still hard to change his evil deeds. He kisses him as soon as he says he wants to kiss him. He has no sense of gentlemanly demeanor and suitor at all.

But Liang Muqiu's face turned red slowly.

He pursed his lips, and cursed in a weak voice, "Who allowed you to kiss me? You bastard."

His swearing vocabulary is really poor, and he repeats this sentence over and over again.

It is enough to show that he has been a good boy since he was a child.

Cen Nan had already sat back in his seat, but he couldn't help laughing after being scolded by him.He doesn't often smile like this, the corners of his lips are frivolous and careless, but his eyes are hot and hot, with a deep affection that cannot be ignored.

He stretched out his hand and gently grabbed Liang Muqiu's hand, apologizing not very sincerely, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back. I wanted to kiss you the first time I saw you when I returned home, and it's hard for me to hold back until now."

Seeing Liang Muqiu's complex expression, he thought for a while and added another sentence.

"I haven't kissed in seven years, if my kissing skills get worse, please forgive me."

He spoke with sincerity.

Liang Muqiu held his breath in his chest, and was so shocked by the shameless words, it took him a long time to spit it out slowly.

Anyway, capitalism really hurts people, Cen Nan could be called noble and polite back then, he was corroded by capitalism for several years, and now he is more than twice as thick-skinned and black-hearted.

He looked at Cen Nan gloomily, and said intentionally, "It's really bad. I don't know if you kissed for the first time in seven years, but I didn't. Every one of my past partners is better than yours."

Cen Nan just smiled and started the car without getting angry, "Then I have to work hard."

Liang Muqiu was speechless, working hard, where to work hard, did he agree?

He didn't want to talk to this person anymore, he turned his face away and looked at the speeding scenery outside the window.

The summer night wind blew in through the gap in the car window, stirring his forehead hair.

Although he put on an unhappy face, the illusory feeling that Cen Nan might not be real a moment ago has disappeared into the air.

He really felt that this was not a dream.

Cen Nan wasn't in Chicago either, just beside him.