Obviously Wen Yang will not forget Liang Muqiu, he is not so forgetful yet.

But he and Liang Muqiu were not some grudges, they were just on a blind date, there was nothing to avoid suspicion, not to mention it didn't work out in the end.So he was very interested after reading the script, and Liu Fengtao tried his best to invite him again, so he accepted.

Now that he met Liang Muqiu on the set, he was also mentally prepared, and extended his hand to Liang Muqiu generously, "Long time no see, Mu Qiu, I didn't expect that we would have a chance to cooperate."

Liang Muqiu was a little embarrassed, but he didn't avoid it. He smiled and held her hand, "Long time no see, Wen Yang."

Not intimate, but kind.

Both of them have been taught by Luo Wen, Liang Muqiu is Luo Wen's closed disciple, and Wen Yang is the grandson of Luo Wen's former neighbor, who learned calligraphy from Luo Wen.

Luo Wen loves to pull red lines when he is old. Seeing that these two young people are good, but they are both single at a young age, a matchmaker's heart is ready to move. Later, the two failed, and he sighed for a long time.

If Luo Wen knew that the two of them were in the same crew, they would have to clap their hands and say "fate".

Liu Fengtao saw a little subtlety from the handshake and atmosphere of the two people. He looked left and right, and asked, "You two, do you know each other?"

It really is a pot that cannot be opened without mentioning.

He got another supercilious look from Liang Muqiu.

Cen Nan stood next to Liang Muqiu, and by observing Liang Muqiu's expression, he also noticed something.

Wen Yang shrugged, he was easy-going by nature, he felt that there was nothing he couldn't say, at most it was a little embarrassing.

He smiled, and casually explained the reason, "I told you, don't laugh at me, Mr. Xiaoliang and I almost became a match. His teacher Luo Wen introduced us to each other and wanted to match us up," he winked at Liang Muqiu, with a good temper People like me are always used to giving others face, "Scriptwriter Liang is very interesting and nice, but unfortunately I'm not his type. We didn't call."

This was said in a polite and polite way, a compliment to Liang Muqiu.

But Liang Muqiu almost subconsciously felt that Cen Nan's air pressure had dropped a little. He glanced sideways at Cen Nan, and as expected, Cen Nan's expression didn't change, but his eyes were obviously not friendly.

And Wen Yang also noticed that Cen Nan was tall and majestic, but he was not a familiar actor. He smiled and asked Liu Fengtao, "Who is this?"

Liu Fengtao didn't expect that he would find a male third, and there would be such twists and turns with Liang Muqiu.

He glanced at Cen Nan awkwardly, and didn't know how to introduce him for a moment, "Well, this is Cen Nan, he belongs to Liang Muqiu..."

He was not sure whether to say friends or lovers.

Talking about lovers, Liang Muqiu didn't recognize him clearly.

In fact, even Liang Muqiu himself didn't know how to introduce him, saying that friends are the most convenient, but this is the way...

He quickly glanced at Cen Nan, thinking that Cen Nan would be somewhat sad.

Unexpectedly, Cen Nan answered the call by himself.

"I'm Qiuqiu's friend, his high school classmate and college classmate." He nodded to Wen Yang coldly and politely, "Hi, it's our first meeting."

Wen Yang looked at the man opposite him delicately.

He is not stupid, he has been in the entertainment circle for several years, and he has never met anyone, so of course he can see that Cen Nan looks at him unkindly.

But since he is Liang Muqiu's friend, there shouldn't be many opportunities to deal with him in the future.

He also nodded politely.

After saying these words, the scene was a bit cold.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, Liu Fengtao was no match for the tall and long-legged men, and became the shortest among them. He was quite strong at first, but being caught in the middle, he looked weak, helpless and pitiful.

He hurriedly circled around, "Wen Yang, come here, we haven't brought you to recognize our other actors yet, let's go say hello. Mu Qiu, don't you have business with Cen Nan, let's go first."

Liang Muqiu agreed, and greeted everyone present, "Then I'll go first, see you tomorrow."

Cen Nan left with Liang Muqiu, and when he passed by Wen Yang, he glanced at Wen Yang lightly, revealing the hostility hidden in his eyes.

Wen Yang is a good-tempered person, but he couldn't stand others looking at him like this, so he immediately stared back provocatively.

Liang Muqiu was completely unaware of the maneuvers of these two behind him.

After leaving the set, he drove the car and found the restaurant where they had dinner.

It was in the courtyard of an old house in Tonghu Lane. There was a woodcut signboard hanging under the tree at the door. If it wasn't recommended by a local in the crew, the two of them couldn't find it.

As expected, this restaurant has been open for more than ten years. The signature dishes are very distinctive, yet homely, and comfortable to eat.

But Cen Nan was always a little absent-minded.

The soft light shone on his eyes, but there was no warmth at all, but a little cold.

After coming to Yandu, he has always been in a good mood. It is rare for him to have such a few days off, and he is with Liang Muqiu around the clock, which makes him feel a kind of peace that he has not seen for a long time.

He never dared to expose his inner thoughts to Liang Muqiu.

He knew very well that his psychology was not normal, and he wished Liang Muqiu would stay under his nose and never leave for a second.

It is best to build a golden cage, the door is open, but Liang Muqiu is in it voluntarily.

Of course he understood that this was wishful thinking and abnormal possessiveness.

But in just a few short days, it's not a bad idea to regard his dream come true.

But seeing Wen Yang on the set just now, it seemed like a hole had been cut in his short-lived happiness.

Even the way Wen Yang smiled seemed to remind him that he was not Liang Muqiu's swearing partner, but a half-assembled mirror.

Liang Muqiu is soft-hearted towards him, but it doesn't mean that he can get carried away.

Thinking of this, Cen Nan lowered his head and took a sip of plum wine, his eyelashes drooped slightly, he couldn't see his eyes clearly, but his whole body was filled with gloom.

Liang Muqiu saw clearly from the opposite side.

He usually said something casually, and Cen Nan took it to his heart, focused and serious, but he called Cen Nan a few times just now, but Cen Nan was so preoccupied that he didn't even hear it.

He knew why.

Ever since Wen Yang appeared, Cen Nan has always been in such a depressed state, which is disturbing to watch.

He set the teacup on the table in displeasure, and the bottom of the porcelain cup made a sound with the wooden table.

"Who are you showing your face to? You have been so gloomy since you came out of the set," Liang Muqiu said angrily, "What are you awkward about, just because Wen Yang was my previous blind date?"

He still remembers the afternoon of his blind date with Wen Yang.

Because it was the object introduced to him by the teacher, he really couldn't refuse, so he agreed.

In addition, Wen Yang's conditions are good in all aspects, he was the best matchmaker among the teachers who were enthusiastic about it at that time, and he couldn't fault his looks and personality, so he thought to himself, why not try.

Why should he be hanging on Cen Nan's body? It's a waste of time if he doesn't love a few people.

But it was Wen Yang, who was outstanding in everything, that made him realize that if he wasn't the right person, he really couldn't be tempted.

Wen Yang is very good in everything, and he is not at all dull when meeting, he even does his homework in advance to accompany him to watch his favorite dramas, his talk is also funny, and he is an appropriate person.But any normal person should be moved by him a little bit.

But he happened to be the one with the abnormal brain, sitting opposite Wen Yang, frequently lost his mind, unconsciously thinking of Cen Nan, thinking about the life of the person who kissed him on the balcony, now on the other side of the ocean.

That's why he was so embarrassed when he saw Wen Yang just now.

What embarrassed him was not the blind date with Wen Yang, but the afternoon that made him recognize himself.

But the culprit who disturbed him still put on a wronged look on the other side.

Liang Muqiu thought to himself, thanks to his cultivation, he had to pour all the water in the teacup on Cen Nan's face in the past two years.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and asked Cen Nan as calmly as possible, "Are you jealous of me?"

Cen Nan didn't answer.

Jealous, these two words are not enough to describe his psychology.

If he spoke out the really surging thoughts in his heart, Liang Muqiu might be scared away from him right now.

So he nodded anyway, "Yeah."

Liang Muqiu sneered.

He asked, "Are you caring too much? You broke up with me back then. What right do you have to be jealous? Don't say I have a blind date today. Even if I have a boyfriend from Sanjie, it has nothing to do with you." .”

Cen Nan froze all over.

He raised his eyes, a pair of dark and deep eyes, impeccably beautiful in shape, like a pool of lake water, with pain clearly written in it.

Liang Muqiu's words suddenly stuck in his throat.

He clearly occupies the moral high ground, he has thousands of words to hurt Cen Nan, he has this right and qualification.

The day and night struggles and tossing and turning during these seven years were all given to him by Cen Nan.

As long as he wanted to, he could crush Cen Nan's heart on the ground and trample it on until the body was covered with scars.

But he looked into Cen Nan's eyes and couldn't continue.

There was silence on the table for a while, and the bean curd cake that had just been served had also cooled down, and no one moved.

Liang Muqiu tugged at his neckline and lit a cigarette. Looking at Cen Nan's painful look, he felt helpless.

He asked, "I can't bear it if I just say a few words about you, so what if I'm really with someone else?"

This sentence pained Cen Nan more than anything else.

He couldn't answer the question.

He didn't really mind Wen Yang, but when he saw Wen Yang, it was like seeing the nightmare he had been haunting all this time - he had finally returned to China, but Liang Muqiu already had someone else.

During these seven years, he stayed in a foreign country, and thought countless times that Liang Muqiu might have held someone else's hand.

His unwillingness to give up Liang Muqiu was just wishful thinking.

Liang Muqiu no longer needed him.

He looked down at his hands, which were white and clean, and there were no scars from the past.

"I don't know," he said softly, with no expression on his face, "it's going to be crazy."

The cigarette in Liang Muqiu's hand shook off a piece of ash, which fell on the porcelain coaster.

For some reason, after Cen Nan said this, his heart suddenly trembled.

He always knew that Cen Nan was a bit paranoid, no matter how calm he looked on the surface, there seemed to be a madness hidden in his heart.

He put out the cigarette in the ashtray, feeling that he really owed Cen Nan in his previous life.

"I'll only say this once, you'd better remember it for me," Liang Muqiu said in a cold voice, "I have never been waiting for you these seven years, and I will be your spare tire after being thrown away by you, you are dreaming. I I've met a few times, and there are so many people chasing me that I can't even remember. They may not be as good as you, but at least they won't make me sad. I can choose a happy knot at any time."

"but I do not have."

He looked into Cen Nan's eyes, as if cutting out his heart again for this person to see.

"Not because I can't think about it, but because I don't love them."

Cen Nan's eyes regained a little light.

He looked straight at Liang Muqiu, like a dry traveler looking at the only spring in the desert.

Liang Muqiu was terrified by his gaze, as if being stared at by some ferocious beast.

He looked away and did not meet Cen Nan's gaze.

There are peonies planted in this courtyard, swaying under the moonlight, beautiful as if carved from white jade, placed one by one under the wall, like a dancing girl's skirt.

Liang Muqiu said softly again, "There are never any ifs in this world, only results. The result is that although you are a bastard, you are lucky, and now you can still eat at the same table with me."

I'm so tired today, I almost didn't fall asleep when I edited the article. (By the way, ask for a wave of starfish and comments ~ (? ó﹏ò?)

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