Borrowing a Kiss

Liang Muqiu finally took the key from Cen Nan.

He held the furry corgi butt key fob, which seemed to have stiffened a bit over the years, as he opened the apartment door.

The sky is not dark yet, the blackout curtains in the living room are not drawn, and the room is bright, allowing people to see clearly.

The moment the door was pushed open, Liang Muqiu couldn't tell what night it was.

When he moved away from here, he threw away a lot of things in the apartment. He heard from the landlord that there will be a next resident soon, who will be students like him, and they will arrange the apartment according to their own wishes. house.

The apartment should have been changed beyond recognition.

But when he opened the door, it was the same "home" as he remembered inside. It was the home where he and Cen Nan lived together seven years ago.

Beige wallpaper, dark retro furniture, under the black window frame is a dark brown glass side cabinet, which holds Liang Muqiu's favorite porcelain and cups.

There is a fluffy white carpet in front of the sofa, and it will feel warm lying here in winter, and there is a golden glass box on the bookshelf next to it, in which there are some odds and ends, earphones, wallets and candies.

Next to the bookshelf is a pot of monstera. Back then, he couldn't live long with anything he raised, so this pot of monstera was lucky to survive.

Liang Muqiu couldn't help but lose his voice.

After Cen Nan left, he had gradually changed the layout of his home. He thought he had almost forgotten what their original "home" was like.

But when he saw this moment, he realized that he hadn't forgotten a single minute.

Cen Nan gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders and led him inside. The shoe cabinet in the hallway was exactly the same as it was back then. When it was opened, there were ordinary gray and black slippers inside, but everyone could tell that they were a pair. , like all the supplies in this room, are for two people.

Changing a pair of shoes, he took Liang Muqiu's hand and walked in, whispering, "I entrusted Ren Qihan to take down this house for me last year. It was not convenient for me to come back at that time, and he was involved in many things. After buying it , Many places inside have changed, I redecorated it again, these furniture, the tea set you used, and the decorations, I searched for a long time before I found the same. Yesterday I asked someone to clean it again, and it was still clean. "

He was still in the United States when he bought this room, so he had to entrust a decoration company. He was in charge of remote auditing, and he was critical of all the details, insisting that it be exactly as it was in memory.

The company on the opposite side was probably tormented by him and almost collapsed. He couldn't understand why he insisted on specifying the pattern of bathroom tiles. If he hadn't paid enough rewards, he probably would have given up on it long ago.

When the project was finally finished, the other party couldn't even smile, and he must have called him a fool in his heart.

But when he did all this, he was not sure that Liang Muqiu would accept him.

He knew at that time that Liang Muqiu hadn't dated anyone else, but what happened? Maybe he would be sentenced to death by Liang Muqiu as soon as he returned to China.

He worked hard to build this place, finding out all the details to ensure that it was restored to its original state, just to build a nest for himself.

Tired birds homing.

Even if Liang Muqiu really doesn't love him anymore.

He also has a home to deceive himself.

But fortunately, there are two people who came back here today.

Liang Muqiu opened the window in the living room. It was just late in the evening, and the sky was not yet dark. The afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire apartment, like a layer of pale golden powder. Looking through the window, he and Cen Nan could be seen university.

He couldn't tell how he felt in his heart now, revisiting the old place, there was heartache, but it was not completely heartache, like frozen blood flowing again, passing through the heart, stimulating the ups and downs of the heart.

He looked at the ginkgo forest downstairs, which would turn golden yellow in autumn. They chose this apartment not only because of the proximity, but also because of the beautiful scenery.

He still remembered that there was a small balcony in the bedroom. When the weather was fine, he would sit there and drink coffee. Cen Nan read the damn thick legal provisions opposite him. When he was impatient, his brows would knit together and press the pen impatiently. .

He suddenly turned around and asked Cen Nan, "How did you find that small round table in the bedroom? I bought it from a second-hand shop together with you. There should be no second one."

And in the year Cen Nan left, the small round table suddenly broke a leg without warning, and he had no choice but to throw it to the waste recycling place.

Cen Nan was silent for a while.

It was the only thing he hadn't been able to find exactly.

"I bought a very similar one." He whispered, "If you don't look carefully, it still looks like the original one."

Liang Muqiu lowered his eyelashes slightly.

Very similar, but not the same after all.

He stood by the window for a while longer before walking around the small apartment.

The kitchen is brand new, anyway, they didn't open fire much before, the study room was empty, not filled with messy books, nor threw his previous messy printed materials, pushed open the bedroom door, the first thing you saw inside was The collages on the wall, several large and small picture frames decorated the blank wall, and there were a few photos of him and Cen Nan hidden inside.

Liang Muqiu stopped and looked at it intently.

Some of them traveled to the island at the age of 19, some went hiking with him and Cen Nan, some got drunk on his 20th birthday and hugged Cen Nan and kissed passionately regardless.

The sliding door on the balcony in the bedroom was ajar, and the evening breeze was blowing in, and Liang Muqiu's soft forehead hair was also slightly supported. He is all white today. Standing in this dark-colored bedroom, he is as soft, white and moist as pearls. .

Cen Nan stood beside him, looking at the wall, the regret deeply buried in his heart came back at this moment.

He whispered, "Unfortunately, there are no photos of you from the age of 21 to the present."

He is a few months older than Liang Muqiu. Strictly speaking, Liang Muqiu is not yet 28 years old.

He missed his autumn and autumn for many years, and it seemed that in the blink of an eye, he became what he is now.

Liang Muqiu raised his hand and brushed through the latest photo, which was taken by them before Cen Nan went abroad. In the photo, he was smiling brightly, not knowing what would happen in a few months.

His eyes were still a little red, but he didn't cry. When he turned to look at Cen Nan, he even smiled helplessly.

"So why did you bring me here," he asked, "You don't really want to come and reminisce with me, do you?"

Cen Nan was silent for a long time, not knowing what to say for a while.

He overestimated himself too much, thinking that he had stepped into this apartment several times before Liang Muqiu and had adapted well. He could rationally control his emotions and speak out what he wanted to say slowly and calmly.

There are champagne and cakes in the refrigerator, roses are hidden in the study, and in this bedroom, there are also several cabinets of gifts brought back from across the sea.

He prepared many things and wanted to confess to Liang Muqiu.

But at the moment his mind was blank and he couldn't think of anything.

He's more nervous than he was in high school.

He thought for a long time, raised his hand stiffly, wiped the corners of Liang Muqiu's wet eyes, and apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry."

That's right.

Liang Muqiu recalled inopportunely that Cen Nan also said this yesterday, on the bed.

He couldn't help but glared at Cen Nan.

Cen Nan's fingers did not leave Liang Muqiu's skin, he lightly stroked the side of Liang Muqiu's face, his heartbeat was unbelievably fast.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the sunset glow was as magnificent as colored ink melted in water. He looked into Liang Muqiu's eyes, and finally chose to speak directly, and said softly, "I brought you here, but I just wanted to ask you if you would like to?" Start over with me?"

Although he had expected it in his heart, Liang Muqiu was still stunned when he heard this sentence.

That's right, he and Cen Nan weren't officially together yet, and his awkward self-esteem prevented him from letting go.

But soon, something even more surprising happened.

He saw Cen Nan tried his best to smile at him, but failed, and his eyes, which were always calm, were as cold and misty as the mist in the valley, but now they were red, and a tear rolled out of the end of the eye.

He wondered if Cen Nan's tears were as hot as his.

But when the tears fell down, there was a small crack in his heart.

He heard Cen Nan say, "I know that broken mirrors are hard to reunite. I left you behind for seven years. When I broke up with you, I swore to you that I would never leave you, and I would take care of you for the rest of my life. When you graduate from university, I will marry you. But in the end I broke my promise. I knew you would be sad, and I knew how painful you were in China, but I still left you. "

When Cen Nan said this, his throat choked with difficulty.

Even he himself knew that his crime was unforgivable, but he still counted on Liang Muqiu to forgive him.

He is the most despicable and shameless villain in the world, but he wants to ask his god for mercy.

He took a deep breath and turned his face away, but tears still rolled from his eyes, and his heart hurt so badly that he could hardly speak.

He couldn't remember how many years he hadn't cried, and in the past seven years, he didn't feel any pain when he was sent to the rescue.

The only two tears shed, one was when grandma passed away, and the other was when she broke up with Liang Muqiu.

Both are the most important people in his life.

Now is the third time.

He suppressed his emotions and looked at Liang Muqiu again. This was his lover hidden in his heart, his bones, his soul, his only desire in the world.

He said softly, "I'm not a good person, Qiuqiu, I know I'm unfair to you, but I still want you to be with me. It was you who confessed to me and asked me if I liked you. Now ten years It’s over, let me confess this time.”

He smiled at Liang Muqiu, although the tears on his face were still wet, the way he smiled seemed to be the same as that of Liang Muqiu.

He was still handsome, with a youthful air.

He lowered his head, and kissed Liang Muqiu when it was almost dusk.

This kiss was mixed with a little bit of bitterness and was made a little wet by tears, but the lips were touching, but it was pure and soft.

Just like the summer when Liang Muqiu confessed to him.

Ten years have passed, Baiyun Canggou, but he still loves him.