Borrowing a Kiss

On the second day after coming to Yunzhou, Liang Muqiu and the others got up early to drink morning tea here.

There is an old tree in front of this store, they didn't enter the store, they just sat on the bamboo tables and chairs outside, except for them, they are all locals, they are not young, they chat with each other in the local dialect, it sounds hot in the morning Noisy.

Liang Muqiu and his group have lived in the city for a long time, and it is rare to drink morning tea leisurely on such a foggy day.

Some screenwriters sighed, "I really want to retire early after earning enough money, so I bought a house in these places, drank some morning tea, walked the dog to enjoy the flowers. Now I write scripts every day without meetings, which is very annoying."

The others laughed and echoed casually.

Everyone has this desire, but it is not so easy to get out of Vanity Fair. If you really want to live in Shanshui, the housing price here is not high, and you can come anytime, but when is it enough to earn enough?

Liang Muqiu ate a fresh fruit crispy roll, but he thought of his teacher. Luo Wen is a real handsome person. He is obviously not yet old enough to retire, so he quit as soon as he said he wanted to. He bought a small house in the suburbs and had no children. A yard of flowers, plants, thrushes and birds is clean and comfortable.

He thought, when he was old, he would probably live a life like Rowan's.

This table of morning tea has the characteristics of local ethnic minorities, with a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables. He raised his mobile phone to take a picture, but found that Cen Nan had sent him a message half an hour ago.

In the photo, Maodou clung to a tree stump and refused to leave, staring at a fried ham that had been served earlier.

Cen Nan complained to him, "When you're not around, Maodou won't listen."

He was going out at that time and did not see the news.

Twenty minutes later, Cen Nan sent another message.

"solved."

In the photo, the edamame had already been buried in the rice bowl, and it was richer than when Liang Muqiu was there. Snowflake beef, boiled eggs, and a piece of salmon, with a small portion of chicken mash on the side.

Good guy, Liang Muqiu sneered in his heart, Maodou probably felt that he was developed, and the pie fell from the sky.

He thought for a while and typed a few words, "Don't get used to it too much, I will settle accounts with you when it comes back and becomes picky eater."

He thought he was replying in a calm manner, but in the eyes of others, the look of lowering his eyebrows and smiling was like the beginning of love.

Hong Chao looked at him several times from the sidelines.

In the afternoon, they are all free activities. They gather for dinner after five o'clock, and then they depart separately, and are sent to the high-speed rail station and the airport respectively.

Liang Muqiu visited the local mountain temple in the afternoon, and then went to a street a little further away to buy some handmade souvenirs for his mother, grandmother and Luo Wensongwei.

But he didn't think about whether to bring it to Cen Nan.

He was holding a small silver teapot, thinking that Cen Nan didn't lack anything, and he didn't go to a very far away place, he just came to a minority village to pick up the wind, and there was really no need to bring a copy for Cen Nan.

But the little silver teapot was lovely in his hand.

Liang Muqiu thought about it, and paid the money anyway.

He didn't buy anything himself, Zhuang Yue and the others bought too many red bean bracelets and forced them to hang on his hand.

His complexion is fair, and his fingers are well-proportioned, like a fine mutton fat jade carving, set off by the red bean bracelet, there is a kind of indescribable beauty.

It made the female screenwriters next to me stare and ponder, and always felt that they were being compared.

But Liang Muqiu himself didn't feel it.

He looked at the string of red beans and remembered that Cen Nan once gave him a string of red beans. The strings were plump and round. It was not a special festival, but he just saw it and thought it was suitable.

After putting it on, Cen Nan grabbed his wrist and kissed it softly, without saying a word, he just looked at him with eyes like smoke, and lightly traced on his wrist with the tip of his tongue...

Liang Muqiu coughed, pulling himself back from the past in time, but the tips of his ears were a little red.

This can't be blamed on him, it was because Cen Nan's head was full of children at that time.

When he first got together with Cen Nan, he was obviously a young boy, and he would feel shy even if he kissed him for a long time. Later, after hanging out with Cen Nan for a long time, he directly opened the door to a new world.

But where did the string of southern reds go?

Liang Muqiu was standing on the bridge taking pictures of the sunset, and he vaguely remembered that after Cen Nan left, he never wore that bracelet again.

After dinner, this wind-collecting event came to an end. Everyone took a group photo together and went their separate ways.

In the end, Liang Muqiu went to the high-speed rail station with Hong Chao and Zhuang Yue.

After getting along for two days, the three of them became a little acquainted, talking and laughing all the way, and the time passed quickly.

At ten twenty, Liang Muqiu returned to Bincheng with his suitcase.

In the bustling high-speed railway station, he saw Cen Nan in the crowd waiting outside the station at a glance.

With just one glance, his heart skipped a beat.

Cen Nan was wearing a white T-shirt and black trousers, his hair was combed irregularly and scattered on his forehead, and he had a black wrist watch on his wrist, leaning against a pillar and waiting for someone.

The years did not leave too many marks on Cen Nan's face, he took off his serious formal attire, and receded his stern expression. Now Cen Nan is almost no different from a university.

Liang Muqiu didn't call him, and walked over by himself dragging the suitcase.

When there were only a few steps left between them, Cen Nan found him, his casual expression suddenly turned gentle, and he walked forward.

Just as Liang Muqiu wanted to talk, he asked Cen Nan to help him with his luggage, so he had time to drink water.

But before he could speak, Cen Nan leaned over and kissed him on the side of his face.

The bustling station was full of people, and everyone was busy with their own business. Many people didn't notice what happened in this corner in an instant.

Cen Nan was so friendly that he could even be called polite.

But Liang Muqiu almost stuttered, "What are you doing?"

Cen Nan straightened up and took the luggage from Liang Muqiu's hand.

He answered frankly and confessed, "Playing hooligans."