Borrowing a Kiss

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After lunch at the teacher's house, Liang Muqiu left.

He went back to get a piece of luggage, then knocked on the door opposite, sent edamame and some daily necessities, and asked Cen Nan to take him to the high-speed rail station.

When he got in the car, he sat on the seat with his eyes closed and rested his mind. He didn't talk to Cen Nan very much, and he didn't know if the sun was too hot, and his ears were burning.

Just after coming out of the teacher's house, Luo Wen sent him to the door, and still laughed at him, "Next time you come to the door, you better not be alone, show me the object, whether it is round or flat, you have to bring it out Look, the ugly daughter-in-law still sees her in-laws."

Liang Muqiu opened his eyes a little, and glanced at Cen Nan. Cen Nan was wearing a gray fine-striped shirt. It was a hot day, and the sleeves were half rolled up, revealing his strong and powerful arms. He was wearing a black wrist watch.

It's not round or flat, but it's still pretty.

When he arrived at the train station, Liang Muqiu took his suitcase and prepared to enter the station. Out of politeness, he waved to Cen Nan, "See you in two days."

Cen Nan also knew that with his current status, he was not qualified to ask Liang Muqiu to come back early, nor could he ask Liang Muqiu to remember to video call him. He could only take a step forward, and gently turned Liang Muqiu's collar that was broken because of sleeping, and smoothed it out.

"I'll send you a picture of Maodou," he said softly, "You go out and take care of yourself and pay attention to the weather."

Liang Muqiu's neck was itchy for no reason as his fingers brushed over it.

He took a step back and said bluntly, "Got it, you go back. I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, he turned around with his suitcase in hand, and walked towards the train station hall without looking back.

Cen Nan didn't turn around to leave, but just looked at him from behind.

There were a lot of people coming and going to see off outside the hall, the guests were like a cloud of smoke, Liang Muqiu even stood out from the back, dragging his small suitcase and walking among the crowd, there was no need to be afraid of not being able to find it.

But precisely because he could see it, Cen Nan felt that the short few steps were extremely long.

He couldn't help thinking that when Liang Muqiu sent him to the airport, he probably watched him go away with this kind of mood.

At that time, he was going to the security check. He turned his head and looked at Liang Muqiu, who was some way away from him. Among the pedestrians waving, Liang Muqiu was holding a coat and wearing a camel scarf. His eyes and the tip of his nose were red. He's only 20 years old, he doesn't look mature and calm at all, he's so obedient, he doesn't even make a fuss, just like an abandoned puppy, looking at him pitifully and blankly.

At that moment, he even thought, don't go.

It's nothing more than a stalemate with the parents, and the big deal is to move out and be independent.

There is nothing good about the United States, except for the terrible Chinese food, there is no little corgi he raised, no ginkgo grove downstairs, and no small apartment where he and Liang Muqiu live together.

Most importantly, there was no Liang Muqiu there.

But he already had the plane ticket and the transfer application was completed. Liang Muqiu agreed to wait for him to return to China and asked him to finish his studies early.

Thinking about his and Liang Muqiu's future, he decided to listen to Liang Muqiu's persuasion, turned around and boarded the plane.

Cen Nan leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette.

Liang Muqiu had already entered the hall, and even his back was gone.

He looked down at his watch with a cigarette in his mouth, it was 04:30 in the afternoon.

It seemed that this was the time when he left.

Probably because his standing figure was too desolate, a buddy next to him who also came to see him off patted him on the shoulder knowingly.

"Brother, I think you are here to see off your girlfriend." This man is a casual acquaintance, sighing, "Me too, I am here to see off my wife. She will be on a business trip for half a month. I am still newly married. I really can't bear it. They're lucky, they walk away gracefully."

Cen Nan glanced at the person next to him. He was in his twenties, with a small cut, and looks quite sunny, a little younger than him.

He didn't correct the man's mistake, but just smiled and acquiesced.

But he was a little envious.

This man is newly married.

How nice and so aboveboard.

He can get married abroad, and when he was sitting in the library of the University of Chicago writing a project, he had planned to bring Liang Muqiu to get the certificate.

Yunzhou, where Liang Muqiu was going, was two hours away from Bincheng. When he got there, it was already dark. The ancient village they were going to interview was considered a scenic spot, and a receptionist was sent to pick him up.

Apart from him, there were two other screenwriters who arrived at the same point, and the three got together before they got out of the train station and got on the train.

Liang Muqiu knew the female screenwriter among them. She was in her thirties, with short hair around her ears, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, clean and neat. It was Zhuang Yue, whom he had worked with before.

He was not very familiar with another screenwriter named Hong Chao, but he was good at talking, and the journey was lively.

Their visit to the ancient village in Yunzhou this time was arranged by the drama association, and there was no special task. They just hoped that the screenwriters would get some inspiration after the visit, write some drafts, and help promote more.

Liang Muqiu is the one who dislikes socializing the most. This time he was recommended by his teacher Luo Wen to come here, but he came all the time. It’s not good to lose the face of the teacher. He can only force himself to socialize with people. Everyone is polite, no one puts on airs.

A group of them got together for dinner first, and they knew each other.

After dinner, it's getting late, and there are no activities arranged today, so they are assigned a room and let them have a good rest.

Liang Muqiu and Hong Chao were assigned together.

Although the room was quite big and the two beds were separated widely, he was not used to living with unfamiliar people, so he was somewhat embarrassed, so he put down his luggage and used the excuse to go out for a stroll.

This ancient village is well preserved. Although it is a scenic area, it has not been over-developed, so there are not many tourists. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and some small bamboo buildings are lined up along the mountains. It is not like the city at night. The rainbow is flickering, only sporadic warm lights are dotted along the way, the air is also very fresh, and the laughter of children can be heard in the small yard from a distance.

Liang Muqiu found a convenience store, bought a drink, and chatted with the boss by the way.

The boss is a local, and he was very enthusiastic when he heard that he was here for tourism, and recommended several places to him.

"When you come to our place, you must take a stroll on a bamboo raft to see the beautiful mountains and rivers." Now that there is no one in the store, the boss simply sat next to him and chatted with him. Trees, young people like these legends the most, if you like woodware and goldware, you can buy some, if you don’t like it, forget it, and you can also go to Tuoqiao, the bridge is beautiful at night, and you can put lights.”

Liang Muqiu recorded everything in the memo.

He looked too young, and the boss was surprised when he knew that he was already working as a screenwriter.

"You look about the same age as my daughter," the boss said with a smile. "She is in college and likes to travel."

The two chatted for a while, and when customers came to the store, the boss left.

Liang Muqiu sat alone on the high stool, with his toes swaying slightly, writing with the pen and notebook he carried with him.

Not long after, his phone vibrated, and he clicked on it, and it was Cen Nan who finally couldn't hold back and asked him if he had arrived.

Liang Muqiu was not surprised at all, and replied, "Here we are."

Cen Nan asked a few more questions about where he lived, whether he was tired, and how the local temperature was.

Liang Muqiu replied briefly, ignored him, and threw the phone aside.

He was drinking hot lemon tea and looking out the window. There were a few passers-by on the bluestone road. They were some young boys who looked like students who had come to play, giggling and laughing unscrupulously.

Although the convenience store owner praised him for being young just now, Liang Muqiu knew well that standing with these really young students was different after all.

He bit his straw in a daze, and vaguely remembered that he often went out with Cen Nan back then. He didn't like to travel, but he also divided people. He was held by Cen Nan, whether it was the mountains or the sea, the city or the ancient town, he seemed to be able to go anywhere. go.

Cen Nan planned the itinerary all the way, and he was responsible for following it.

Sitting in the car looking at the mountains and rivers, Cen Nan laughed at him and said, "You just follow me like this, and if you are sold by me, you have to count the money for me."

He sat on the co-pilot and ate snacks, he didn't care, "That's right, you will have to redeem it later."

Liang Muqiu thought, why was he so confident back then, he always felt that no matter where Cen Nan went, he couldn't find his palm in the end.

However, it turned out that he was overconfident.

He was a little angry when he thought of this, and it happened that Cen Nan sent another message. He picked up his phone and narrowed his eyes slightly, ready to let Cen Nan know what it means to be moody.

He glanced at the message and found that even if no one paid attention, Cen Nan was quite good at entertaining himself. He took a picture of the coffee he just bought and said it was very bad. He wanted to chase after his ass, which caused him to be dragged and chatted with Pomeranian's master for a long time.

The corners of Liang Muqiu's mouth twitched, and he deliberately asked, "Is Bomei's master good-looking, male or female?"

The other side replied, "Girl, I don't know if it looks good or not, I don't care."

With the textbook-like standard answer, Liang Muqiu couldn't even find fault.

He rolled his eyes, and picked another point, "Who's a fool to drink coffee at night, just wait for insomnia."

Cen Nan was not annoyed either, "It's okay."

He paused, and then said, "I'm always insomnia when you're not around, I'm used to it."

Liang Muqiu was startled.

He stared at the line, deeply suspecting that Cen Nan had been pierced by his soul.

When they were together back then, Cen Nan treated him as if he was offering sacrifices to his ancestors, but he was not forgiving, and would get angry with him every now and then. Saying I love you was like dying, and most of the love words were on the bed. He was willing to speak soft words until he cried, like a clam shell that cherishes words like gold.

When we meet again now, the nasty words will be thrown out like money.

The night in this mountain was clearly cool, but he felt his fingertips burning.

"Who cares about you."

After typing these three words, he quickly pushed the phone aside, and stopped looking at it like stealing the bell.

There was a faint night wind outside, and the wind chimes at the entrance of the convenience store swayed gently in the night wind, making a pleasant crisp sound.

Liang Muqiu continued to write with a pen, but he became dazed while writing. When he came back to his senses, he found that there were two more words on the paper.

Cen Nan.