Borrowing a Kiss

Liang Muqiu was not planning to send Cen Nan to the airport.

It's one thing for him to accept Cen Nan's departure, but it's another thing to watch him leave with his own eyes.

But this morning, he woke up before eight o'clock in the morning. He obviously didn't go to bed until after two o'clock last night, but now he is extraordinarily awake.

Lying on the pillow, he watched Cen Nan bow his head and button his cuffs in the dark room, with a handsome profile and smooth lines, his unbuttoned collar was half open, revealing a tooth mark on his collarbone he bit the day before yesterday.

In the past two days, the color has faded, dark red, romantic, like a half-bloomed rose, also like a stamp on Cen Nan.

Liang Muqiu suddenly changed his mind.

He sat up from the bed, and said in an undeniable tone, "Wait for me to get off, I'll take you to the airport."

Cen Nan was startled, and turned to look at him.

Liang Muqiu sat on the edge of the bed, the soft and messy white quilt was piled up around his waist, his thin white legs were dangling by the edge of the bed, expressionless, as if he had just woken up and was full of anger.

Selfishly, he hoped that Liang Muqiu would not go.

Liang Muqiu was not the only one tortured by the separation seven years ago.

But he looked at Liang Muqiu for a while without retorting, "Okay."

The two had a simple breakfast outside, and Liang Muqiu called Liu Fengtao and requisitioned his car.

He was not used to Liu Fengtao's car, so he stumbled a bit at first, but luckily he arrived at the airport before ten o'clock.

The two of them didn't speak much along the way.

The songs played in the car were all Liu Fengtao's favorites, Liang Muqiu hadn't listened to them very much, he didn't sleep well last night, and listening to the creaking and creaking songs made people upset, so he turned them off with a snap.

Arrive at the airport, park your car, and collect your luggage.

Liang Muqiu didn't have to come down, but he still pulled out the car keys and sent Cen Nan all the way to the terminal.

Every city's airport seems to look similar.

There are people coming and going in the terminal building of Yandu, with white ceilings, white pillars, gray floors, and the noise of various voices, friends who say goodbye with a smile, and lovers who are reluctant to part.

Liang Muqiu had already reached the security checkpoint.

He couldn't send it any further.

Liang Muqiu stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, couldn't tell what it was like, and looked at the security checkpoint in front of him, a little lost in thought.

Seven years ago, he bid farewell to Cen Nan in the same way.The difference is that at that time, he was wrapped in Cen Nan's arms and refused to get off. He was not afraid of being watched or laughed. Tears rolled out of his eyes and wet Cen Nan's sweater.

It was winter, and it was cold and bleak outside the window, but it was as warm as spring inside the airport.

He wiped his tears with Cen Nan's scarf, and threatened Cen Nan in a whisper, telling him to be more honest when he goes abroad, don't be tempted by the handsome blond guy, and remember to bring him roses when he comes back.

He thought with all his heart that Cen Nan would definitely come back.

Cen Nan had no choice but to hug him and say yes.

But now it is summer, and in a blink of an eye, seven springs and autumns have passed.

The sky was bright at the airport, and he was a little taller than 20 years old. He looked at Cen Nan for a long time, then raised his hand, and helped Cen Nan straighten his folded shirt.

"I'll send it here, go in quickly," he said calmly, "Have a safe trip, remember to tell me when you arrive."

It's like saying goodbye to a friend, plain and ordinary.

But Cen Nan hugged him into his arms.

Liang Muqiu was startled, but he didn't break free.

This terminal building is full of hurried pedestrians, no one pays attention to this small corner.

Cen Nan hugged Liang Muqiu, stroking Liang Muqiu's butterfly bones with his palm, feeling that he was really thin.

The year he left, Liang Muqiu didn't seem to be so thin. Liang Muqiu, who was only 20 years old, was raised by him for a winter, and his face was still a little round. His eyes were bright and full of dependence, and he was so good that he didn't even lose his temper. meeting.

His chin lightly rubbed against the top of Liang Muqiu's hair.

"Yandu arrives in Bincheng very quickly, it only takes two or three hours. I will buy wifi on the plane, and you can contact me at any time. I won't leave without returning, and I won't leave you alone again." Cen Nan hugged Liang Muqiu even tighter, "Trust me again."

Liang Muqiu didn't speak, but felt his eyes slightly hot.

He grabbed Cen Nan's shirt, and the originally flat ironed fabric was wrinkled by him.

There was still half an hour before the ticket inspection, and he couldn't delay any longer.

But he hugged Liang Muqiu and said, "I will wait for you to go home in Yuhe Garden. I will pick you up when I come back. I have a gift for you."

Liang Muqiu's lips moved.

What did he want to ask, but in the end he didn't ask, and said nonchalantly, "What gift, it's still a while before my birthday."

Cen Nan didn't tell him, "Let's not talk about it now, let's give it to you as a Children's Day gift."

They are all 28, and it's Children's Day, who is the joke.

Liang Muqiu kicked him.

He completely broke away from Cen Nan's embrace, his eyes were cold, "Stop talking nonsense, if you miss the boarding, I won't take you in either."

Cen Nan looked at him for a while.

"You take good care of yourself in Yandu," Cen Nan finally couldn't hold back the clichés, "Don't turn on the air conditioner all night just because it's hot, eat three meals regularly, and don't stay up late at night. Feel free to contact me if you need anything."

Liang Muqiu didn't say yes or no.

He nodded and sent Cen Nan his parting words, "Understood, get out."

Cen Nan smiled helplessly.

He really left this time, kissed Liang Muqiu on the forehead, turned and left.

He walked through the VIP passage, and there was no one there at the moment, it was empty, Cen Nan walked all the way, his back was tall and straight, thin and slender, like a page of ink bamboo in an ancient book.

Liang Muqiu stood where he was, without moving.

Cen Nan's back, in his eyes, gradually merged with that of seven years ago.

Seven years ago, he seemed to be standing in the same position, watching Cen Nan leave him.

He had to come today because he didn't want to be trapped by this past, otherwise it would be ridiculous to talk about it. Some people are afraid of claustrophobic spaces, some are afraid of the deep sea, and some are afraid of thunder and lightning.

But when it was his turn, he became afraid of the airport and seeing him off.

How embarrassing.

But at this moment, when he really saw Cen Nan disappearing, he still felt out of breath.

There was a sea of ​​people, and he sent off his lover again.

Liang Muqiu didn't know how long he stood there, maybe a second, maybe a century.

The seven years of parting and tossing and turning were like a bullet embedded in his heart. After a long time, scabs and scars formed, but it would recur every once in a while, and the pain was so painful that he could not speak.

But it seems that there has never been a day that can be as painful as today.

With difficulty, he withdrew his gaze, no longer being a stone sculpture, turned around and left.

But just as he was about to leave the terminal, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He took it out and saw that it was a text message from Cen Nan.

The text message is very short, only one sentence.

"I love you, seven years ago and now."

There is no beginning or end, neither sensational nor pleasing to the ear, Liang Muqiu, as a screenwriter, wants to personally go to the battle to help revise.

But he stared at this sentence for a long time, his eyes were always sore.

A tear fell on the screen, blurring the word "love".

"It's really worthless." He scolded himself in a low voice, put the phone back in his pocket, and continued walking outside.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and it was a fine day.