Borrowing a Kiss

The author has something to say: explain the timeline, many babies got it wrong, Cen Nan broke up with Qiuqiu after he went abroad for a year, he called to split up, and they didn’t split up when they went abroad, so Qiuqiu will send him off, will When he came back, Cen Nan himself didn't know what would happen in the future.

When Liang Muqiu returned to the hotel, his temporary roommate was already sitting on the bed, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, writing a manuscript with a notebook, and the sound of typing on the keyboard made Liang Muqiu feel kind.

He went to wash up lightly, and when he came out, he was wiping his hair while sitting on the edge of the bed. He turned his eyes and saw a book called "Dream Awakening Record" on Hong Chao's quilt. The author was Yan Wuhe, so he couldn't help but read a few more Eye.

Hong Chao just put the notebook aside, saw his gaze, smiled, and asked, "Have you read this book?"

Liang Muqiu nodded and said, "The author of this book is my brother."

Hong Chao didn't expect Liang Muqiu to mention this layer, and it shouldn't be the relationship between passing by in school.

Sure enough, Liang Muqiu's next sentence was, "At that time, we were a society, and the brother was very kind. The books he wrote at that time had published several books, and they were distributed to us as signed editions. Let us keep them well, and maybe they will increase in value in the future. Yes. When we go to parties on weekends, he always fights with another senior brother, and when he gets drunk, he has to be carried back."

When he said this, he smiled lightly, as if recalling the carefree time in college.

He said, "It was only after I came out to work that I found out that it is better to be in school, where I am comfortable and my friends can get along."

And after work, although there are happy moments, it is often accompanied by open and dark arrows, and people's hearts are unpredictable.

Hong Chao also laughed when he heard this, and quite agreed with this statement.

He is a few years older than Liang Muqiu, and farther away from his college days. Hearing him say this reminds me of my college days, "I went to Pingcheng Drama University in college. I also met my girlfriend in the club, she played Ophelia, I saw her in the audience, I thought she was really pretty, and I thought it would be great if she was my girlfriend. In the end, she really became my girlfriend.”

Liang Muqiu was a little surprised.

When he came into contact with Hong Chao today, he felt that this person was smart and tactful, and there was nothing wrong with him, but it was also difficult to confide in him. However, when Hong Chao said these few words, his gentle smile diluted his sophistication.

Listening to stories is a screenwriter's basic hobby. Liang Muqiu leaned against the head of the bed and subconsciously asked, "Then what happened next?"

Hong Chao didn't hide it either, "There's no future, we're separated. She was my first love, and I was poor and white when I fell in love with her. Her family background is much better than mine, and my parents disagreed. I fought for it, but what should I do? Do you want to suffer with me? We can only break up."

Liang Muqiu didn't speak for a while, this is really a mediocre story, every minute and every second in the world happens, it's too old-fashioned to write a report, but for the parties involved, it's hard to understand.

He didn't know how to comfort people, so he could only say, "Maybe it's because fate didn't come."

Hong Chao laughed, and his eyes fell on his half-written manuscript. He was writing a story about the separation and reunion of lovers, so today he couldn't help but think of the past.

He is not familiar with the Xiaoliang screenwriter, but sometimes it is easy to speak because of the unfamiliarity.

He whispered, "It's really not enough fate. I actually went to find her later. Although I didn't talk about prosperity at that time, I didn't have to worry about food and clothing, but I went to find her and found that she was married. My husband was very good to her. She I continued to be a drama actress and had a very happy life. I thought at the time that she had a good life, which was better than a bad life. I told her not to wait for me when we separated, and it’s fine now.”

Liang Muqiu took a closer look at Hong Chao's face, he could only be regarded as handsome and upright, he was always full of enthusiasm during the day, making it impossible to see his true character, but now he spoke so lightly, it could be seen that he was sincere.

Liang Muqiu remembered that when chatting with each other today, Hong Chao introduced himself as single, and he is not married yet.

He couldn't help but said, "But maybe you told her to wait for you back then, and she would wait."

Hong Chao shrugged, and deleted a line of words on the keyboard, "Maybe, but why bother, why bother her. If other people can make her live well, why should she waste it on me. Besides, I'm pretty good now. OK."

He said it open-mindedly and easily, and Liang Muqiu thought it seemed reasonable.

He took out his notebook and continued to integrate the information along the last document.In the bedroom, only the sound of typing on the keyboard can be heard for a while.

But after he wrote for a while, the phone next to him vibrated again, and it was Cen Nan who said goodnight to him.

He looked down at Cen Nan's name, and thought that if he was as free and easy as Hong Chao's first love, now at least he should have seven or eight lovers, and maybe there is one who is suitable and will sleep with him, and that's it. Whiteheads.

Rested all night, had breakfast the next day, the itinerary was arranged, and the reception staff took them along the planned route, first went to the local small museum, took a bamboo raft in the afternoon, and walked slowly along the Jiang looked at the scenery of the two rooms,

Although Liang Muqiu didn't like sports, the journey was not tiring and he found it quite interesting.The girls next to him asked him to take some pictures for him, and he smiled and agreed.

It’s just that his photography skills can be seen at best. Several female screenwriters were happy after seeing it, and said, “Mr. Liang, just looking at your photography skills, you are really a straight male photographer.”

Liang Muqiu protested, "I've worked hard, okay?"

Fortunately, a few people don't care, anyway, there are photo editing tools now, so go back and fix it.

They pushed Liang Muqiu up from his seat and chased him away, "You stand over and we'll take some pictures for you to show you what real skills are."

Liang Muqiu was single and weak, unable to refuse, sighed, and did not choose a posture to find the background, leaned against the railing, and looked up at the acacia tree.

Now the mountains are still misty, not bright, but the light is soft. Liang Muqiu's side face is delicate, but the lines are clear. The moment he raised his head, his eyes seemed to have the afterglow of the setting sun. A slanted branch and leaf of Ye Mao was right on top of Liang Muqiu's head, and crimson flowers fell on the branch, setting off against him.

Zhuang Yue clicked the shutter.

After the filming was finished, she took a look at it herself first, and was very satisfied, boasting, "Mr. Liang, you are really photogenic, and you are not bad compared with the stars."

Liang Muqiu knew how much he was worth, "I dare not compare, people's faces are all insured, and I probably can't get tired of looking at this face," but he leaned over to take a look, and thought it was pretty good, " It’s much better than mine, please send it to me.”

Zhuang Yue agreed.

When they went up the mountain, they didn’t have to get together for activities. A few screenwriters went to buy batik fabrics. Liang Muqiu and his roommate Hong Chao sat under a tree to rest. Next to it was a small stall selling wood carvings. Lifelike, he thought of edamame, so he bought it.

Liang Muqiu took a photo of the wood carving, subconsciously sent it to Cen Nan, and asked him, "Does it look like Maodou?"

After a while, Cen Nan replied the message, but he was very defensive, "Modou is cuter than this."

It also comes with a beautiful photo of Maodou, the chubby Corgi dozing off on Cen Nan's lap, the puppy's face is relaxed and straightforward, and it looks like he doesn't want to kiss his father at all.

Liang Muqiu couldn't help but laugh.

After the afternoon trip, there will be a bonfire party in the evening. It is to play with the local ethnic minorities and get together to dance.

This is the blind spot of Liang Muqiu's ability. Before everyone caught him, he slipped away with oil on his feet.

But he didn't go far, he walked to Tuoqiao, and patted the singing and dancing crowd beside the bonfire party from a distance.

It was very lively there, but the Tuoqiao was quiet, only the rushing water below, which even sounded a little bleak in the night, as if if one did not walk steadily, he would be sucked into the water and never be seen again.

But Liang Muqiu is not afraid.

He lit a cigarette and leaned on the railing of Tuoqiao, remembering the legend he heard in the daytime, saying that a brother and sister were separated on Tuoqiao, but reunited on Tuoqiao many years later, so Tuoqiao will meet again. Protect all lost.

This kind of legend is everywhere, Liang Muqiu was calm when he heard it, but he lowered his head and felt the mottled traces of the railing on the bridge, and felt in his heart that in the past hundred years, there must have been many people reunited here.

He puffed out the smoke ring, listened to the laughter coming from a distance, took a few photos from the bunch of photos he took today, and posted them in the circle of friends, which was considered to have completed the task.Anyway, come out to collect folk songs, and don't post anything, it seems that the name is not worthy of the name.

But not long after he sent it, Cen Nan's call came, as if he had been squatting next to the phone.

He picked it up lazily, "Hello?"

Cen Nan didn't expect it to be so quiet there, so he paused, "Why is there no sound in your place, isn't it at the bonfire party?"

"I left after playing for a while," Liang Muqiu said, "If I'm still playing, do you think I'm still free to answer your call?"

"Then where are you, have you returned to the hotel?" Cen Nan asked, "Did you have fun today?"

Liang Muqiu removed the cigarette from his lips and looked at the stars in the sky, "It's not bad, the stars are much brighter than in the city. I didn't go back to the hotel, I walked on the Tuoqiao by myself."

But Cen Nan became nervous. He had searched the terrain and strategy here, "Why are you going there? It's late at night, and you can't see anything, and the bridge is slippery. Qiuqiu, go to a brighter place."

Liang Muqiu felt like laughing.

In the past few years, he went out to search for materials, went to countless places, encountered bad weather, and once doubted whether he would die.

Now that it's just a bridge, Cen Nan is as nervous as something.

As he walked down the bridge, he turned over the old score with Cen Nan, "You still say that you haven't played extreme sports yourself? You haven't done things like racing motorcycles with others? Now you will teach me."

"That's my fault," Cen Nan admitted quickly, "I used to be young and didn't know how to spare my life, but I won't now."

No interest, Liang Muqiu pouted.

But he heard Cen Nan say again, "If I don't live well to the age of [-], what will you do if you run away with other little old men?"

Liang Muqiu had already got off the bridge.

Looking at the faint street lights in the night, he thought to himself, I'm going to run early.

But the corner of his mouth hooked slightly again.

The two chatted one after another, and when they were about to reach the edge, he heard Cen Nan say, "Qiuqiu, when you come back, will you go on a date with me?"

Liang Muqiu stood still.

"I saw you posting pictures of going out with other people, and I was envious and jealous. I know I'm not qualified to say this, but seeing that they can all stand by your side and watch mountains, moons and stars with you, I feel jealous .”

The cigarette in Liang Muqiu's hand was almost extinguished, but the orange-red cigarette butt was still flickering in the night.

He could tell that Cen Nan was really jealous.

This Cen Nan, who has been admired by everyone since he was a teenager, is always noble and arrogant, as if he is jealous of Cen Nan, who is sure of winning everything.

In fact, his first reaction was to refuse, but he was silent for two seconds before asking, "Where are you going first?"

Cen Nan didn't seem to expect him to agree, and his voice became pleasantly surprised, "Go anywhere, do anything, as long as you are willing."

Liang Muqiu laughed silently.

"Then come back and talk about it. It depends on my mood and whether I am free."

He hung up the phone, walked out of the winding path, and walked into the lights.

The bonfire party was coming to an end, and his fellow screenwriters gathered by the river, and when they saw him, they all called him over.

Liang Muqiu walked over, with a river lantern and a pen stuffed in his hands.

He didn't know why, "What is this for?"

Hong Chao replied, "Lighting the river lantern, you can write your wishes on it. It's just to make a wish by letting the river lantern go. It's auspicious."

A young boy next to him laughed and answered, "You can also write the name of your sweetheart."

Liang Muqiu smiled, and wanted to see what other people wrote, but found that they were all about getting rich, asking to get out of the order, and everything goes well.

But he took the pen and found that he had nothing to write. He could only say he respected the gods and Buddhas, but he couldn't say he believed in them, so he didn't have any obsessions.

But after thinking about it, he still wrote two lines on the river lantern, then found a place, and let the bright yellow river lantern slowly drift away.