Borrowing a Kiss

The author has something to say: After a long time, when Liang Muqiu was asked why he was with Cen Nan again, he let out a smoke ring melancholy: "It all started with a basket of garlic bread..."

Although Cen Nan lived across the street, Liang Muqiu didn't think he would really have much interaction with him.

Because he is a screenwriter, he is used to living in seclusion. He often only goes out once a week, and he hardly meets his neighbors.

He was busy working on another script these days, so he was so upside down day and night that he almost forgot his last name, let alone Cen Nan.

For four days in a row, he did not step out of the house.

After sending the first three episodes of the script for review, he breathed a sigh of relief in front of the computer, feeling as if he had come to life.He rubbed his deflated stomach, and finally remembered that he was barely human, and couldn't live on milk and fruit alone, so he stood up and looked for food.

But he seldom fires at home. The last time he went to the supermarket to buy food was half a month ago. He rummaged in the refrigerator for a long time, and it was empty. Except for milk and eggs, there were only two bags of vermicelli left, and there was not even a steak left. .

Ordering takeaway is okay, but it will take at least half an hour for delivery.

Between going out and eating noodles, Liang Muqiu chose the latter with great pain.

But Liang Muqiu has never been very good at cooking.

Although it was just the simplest vermicelli, it was overcooked by him, and there was no side dish, only a shabby poached egg.He was unhappy after two bites, and resigned himself to ordering takeaway.

Just as he was flipping through his phone, the doorbell rang.

Liang Muqiu raised his eyebrows suspiciously, wondering who would look for him at this time, even if it was a courier, it would not deliver at this point.

While he was hesitating, the doorbell rang again.

Liang Muqiu stood up, walked to the entrance, glanced out from the screen, and was stunned.

The one standing outside the door was none other than Cen Nan, wearing a gray sweater and trousers, looking very homely.

Liang Muqiu frowned, thought for a while, and opened the door anyway.

He poked his head out from behind the door and asked in an unfriendly way, "What are you doing here?"

Cen Nan had a good attitude.

"Come here to borrow black pepper and hot sauce from you. I just moved, and I didn't buy all the things. I found that the pepper was gone when I was cooking at home," Cen Nan said politely, "Do you have any at home?"

Liang Muqiu: "..."

He never expected that Cen Nan's reason for coming to the door was so down-to-earth.

He looked across and saw that the door of Cen Nan's house was open and the lights inside were bright, as if there was a real smell of food wafting over, making him even hungrier.

After all, Liang Muqiu didn't have the nerve to refuse, and borrowing something from neighbors wasn't a big deal.He took a step back, "There should be, you can come in and see, I don't know what kind you want."

Cen Nan followed him into the door, "Excuse me."

Although Liang Muqiu's house doesn't open fire, there are a lot of seasonings, and they haven't been used much. Fortunately, they haven't expired.

Cen Nan borrowed two cans of seasoning, passed by the restaurant, but saw only a bowl of boiled noodles in clear soup on the table, which had already boiled.

He couldn't help frowning, and asked Liang Muqiu, "You just eat this?"

Liang Muqiu was also a little embarrassed, as if he had no ability to take care of himself.It's okay to be ashamed in front of others, but it's still Cen Nan.

"Well, I just finished work, so I don't have time to do anything else," Liang Muqiu said vaguely, "Okay, it's none of your business, just get your things and leave quickly."

Cen Nan refused.

Cen Nan frowned and looked at him for a while, then pulled him back involuntarily, "Don't eat this, I happened to cook, you come over and eat together."

Liang Muqiu was stunned.

But Cen Nan's movements were too natural, and his strength was far stronger than him. He was pulled out for several steps without reacting. The door of his house slammed shut in front of his eyes.

Liang Muqiu stared at the closed door, choked speechlessly, and wanted to beat Cen Nan up in his heart.

"Why should I go to your house for dinner?" Liang Muqiu pulled his hand outside, but failed, "It's not like I can't order takeaway."

Cen Nan seemed to be deaf and turned a deaf ear.

In the end, Liang Muqiu was pinned down by Cen Nan at his dining table.

Cen Nan poured him a glass of juice, and pushed a basket of freshly baked garlic bread in front of him, "The food will be ready soon, you can eat some bread to cushion it first. There are also snacks over there, if you want to eat, take it yourself."

Then Cen Nan went into the kitchen.

Liang Muqiu thought, he should take the opportunity and sneak back to his home.

But that basket of garlic bread, too, was so fucking toasted.

For a person who has been hungry all day, it is more tempting than heaven.

Liang Muqiu struggled hard for a few seconds before being defeated.

He broke a piece of bread resentfully, thinking, forget it, just a meal will be fine.

The kitchen of Cen Nan's house is semi-open, and the inside of the kitchen can be seen from the dining table.

Liang Muqiu broke the bread, and couldn't stop looking at Cen Nan.

Cen Nan was dressed at home, his hair was unsprayed and hung loosely, and what he was holding was not an official document, but a spatula, which immediately weakened the usual sharp edge and made him more gentle. Elegant.

It's pretty good at fooling people, Liang Muqiu thought, and he doesn't know when Cen Nan learned to cook.

When he and Cen Nan lived together, neither of them knew how to cook, so they would either go out to eat hand in hand, or order takeaway.

But Cen Nan would peel fruit for him, even the pomegranate was peeled for him and put in a bowl. If he was playing games, Cen Nan could even feed it to his mouth.

Song Wei came to his house to bump into him once, and exclaimed that he couldn't stand it, and asked whether Cen Nan was serving the object or the ancestor.

When Liang Muqiu thought of this, he subconsciously wanted to laugh, but the corners of his mouth just twitched a little, and then he let it go again.

Because he quickly remembered that this was no longer the man who was busy in the kitchen seven years ago, nor the Cen Nan who loved him.

His mood became worse again, with one hand resting on the back of the chair, his face resting on his arm, like a child who was unhappy because no one came to pick him up after school.

When Cen Nan brought the finished dishes to the table, Liang Muqiu returned to his indifferent look, drinking juice with a straw.

He originally thought that Cen Nan could only cook a few simple quick-hand dishes, but he didn't expect that when he put them on the table, they would be regarded as delicious and delicious.

He couldn't help but looked up at Cen Nan, and asked, "Did you go to culinary school abroad? How did you improve so much?"

Cen Nan was serving him a meal, and said casually, "Outside, you need to know a little bit of these skills. I can even repair cars now. If you need it, you can find me."

Liang Muqiu bit his chopsticks and didn't answer.

He thought the 4S shop was pretty good, and he didn't need the big Buddha in front of him.

During the meal, Liang Muqiu originally thought it would be embarrassing, but the fact was exactly the opposite.

Cen Nan's attitude was too calm, as if he had completely forgotten their past grievances, which made him feel that if he didn't behave a little more generously, he would be at a disadvantage.

He heard Cen Nan ask him, "Are you still working in your teacher's studio?"

"Not here anymore," Liang Muqiu shook his head, swallowing a mouthful of boiled pork slices, "The teacher has been semi-retired for the past two years, so I will come out and do it alone."

"That's good," Cen Nan said, "You have the ability to be independent. I have a friend in Xingya Film and Television, and I will introduce you to each other later."

Liang Muqiu originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, the politeness of adults is nothing more than that, and Cen Nan probably just said it casually.

He swallowed the words again, nodded perfunctorily, "Okay. Don't just talk about me, what about you, where are you now?"

"I went to my senior brother's law firm, Dushan Law Firm. You also know senior brother, Ren Qihan."

Ren Qihan, Liang Muqiu did remember, was Cen Nan's close senior brother in college.He followed Liang Muqiu to meet many times. At that time, he was still a good boy. Cen Nan called him by his name directly, but he obediently called him Senior Brother. Ren Qihan always smiled and had a good temper.

But he was still a little strange, and asked, "Shouldn't you go back to inherit the family business? Why did you go to his place?"

Cen Nan's parents owned a well-known law firm, and Cen Nan was outstanding since he was a child, so he was always trained by his parents as successors.

Now that Cen Nan is returning home, there is no reason why he would go to someone else.

Cen Nan's expression didn't change, "I won't go back for now, I'll be more comfortable outside."

Liang Muqiu said "Oh", didn't ask any more questions, and continued to bury his head in his meal. He really hadn't eaten such home-cooked food for a long time, and everything was very appetizing to him, so he couldn't help eating too much.

Cen Nan didn't move his chopsticks anymore, and looked at him calmly from the opposite side.

Liang Muqiu has always been very cute when eating, like a little chipmunk, with slightly bulging cheeks, but his eating is very gentle.

In the past seven or eight years, he has faded away from the youthfulness of the year, and he always exudes charm casually with every gesture.

But Cen Nan sat across from him and looked at him, feeling that he was still the same as when he was 20 years old.

It was as if Liang Muqiu was still the young man who played games in his arms and opened his mouth to bite the chocolate in his hand.

This gave him an illusion, as if they had never been separated, it was just an ordinary day in their lives, he came home from work to cook for Liang Muqiu, and Liang Muqiu would chirp and complain to him about how messy his clients were.

Unfortunately, this is just an illusion, Liang Muqiu probably hates him now.

Cen Nan laughed lightly at himself.

But he stretched out his hand uncontrollably, and touched Liang Muqiu's face without permission.

is soft.

Liang Muqiu paused for a moment, raised his head to look at him, and dodged back like a vigilant cat.

"What are you doing?" Liang Muqiu looked unhappy.

The way he resisted made Cen Nanxin's head pricked with a needle, but he didn't show anything on his face, and spread out his fingertips for Liang Muqiu to see.

"You got a chili seed on your cheek."

There was indeed a chili flakes in Cen Nan's hand.

Liang Muqiu frowned, feeling like he was being taken advantage of by this bastard.

But he is not a cute girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, and he has nothing to take advantage of, so he is really ashamed to shout molestation.Depressedly, he took out a tissue and wiped his face, announcing, "I'm done eating, thank you for the hospitality."

He really had a good meal, at least two-thirds of the food on the table went into his stomach.

Liang Muqiu touched his swollen belly, and felt that he was not bad at all.