Borrowing a Kiss

The author has something to say: There is another chapter that should be later. Originally, 1700 was written yesterday, but QAQ was abolished

Because there was too much trouble the night before, and Liang Muqiu didn't wake up until noon the next day, Cen Nan always had a regular schedule, but he also stayed in bed with him.

When Liang Muqiu woke up, he was still in a daze, forgetting that this was not his bedroom, looking at the ceiling and still thinking that the color of the decor was not right, and seeing Cen Nan next to him, he remembered what happened yesterday.

He touched his forehead, blinked his eyelashes, and said hoarsely to Cen Nan, "Morning."

Cen Nan has been waiting for him to wake up, lying on his side, looking at him with half of his body, the quilt has slipped off most of his body, his fair skin and muscles are flawless under the sun, and his dark eyes are shining brightly in the sun. Almost a warm amber.

"Morning." Cen Nan lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead, "monamour."

Liang Muqiu understood, and smiled, "It's weird."

Cen Nan kissed his forehead again, "A French classmate of mine taught me that I'm silent and clumsy at first glance, and I don't know how to please women, that's why I've been single for so long."

Liang Muqiu burst out laughing.

He raised his head and asked curiously, "Then what did you say?"

Cen Nan ran his fingers around the ends of his hair, "I said I don't need to please women, I just want to please a boy. Then the classmate was stunned for a moment and said it was cool. After a week, the whole class knew I'm defending myself for a distant fiancé."

Cen Nan was a little speechless when he thought of this incident. He didn't know how his French classmate added fuel and imagination, and what kind of imagination he used, which caused his classmates to look at him with strange expressions. Some girls even patted him on the back with deep sympathy. , say I support you.

"French gossip is enough to break the tongue." Cen Nan said angrily.

Liang Muqiu couldn't stop laughing.

He rubbed his head against Cen Nan's palm, like a rolling cat, and asked again, "How are you doing with them abroad? Do your classmates or alumni often go out to play?"

He used to avoid listening to what happened to Cen Nanwai, but now he felt that it was no big deal.

He actually guessed that Cen Nan's life abroad would not be too colorful. This person is very indifferent to things that he is not interested in, especially when he has to take care of his grandma and finish his studies, and he has to bear all kinds of things after being separated from him. It should be nothing. Mind socializing and having fun.

But he also hoped that Cen Nan would live better.

During the years they were separated, he hoped that Cen Nan would not always be in pain.

Cen Nan thought for a while, "I'm not familiar with them, I don't go to their parties very much, but a few people came to my house because of group assignments, and after eating dinner made by my grandma, I always wanted to come and eat. Then I went with them Climbed the mountain, and was invited to their weekend parties, but it was boring, just drinking and dancing and then screaming, someone fought with me for drinking, but in the end he got down."

He also won a hundred dollars for it, which he gave to the charity shop when he went out.

He left early. It was winter, and it was snowing in Chicago. Because of the holiday, the entire campus was silent, blank like another world.

He was walking on the road to school, and only after walking a long distance did he remember that it was the winter solstice in China.

In the end, he went to buy a bag of glutinous rice balls. Liang Muqiu is a southerner, and he likes glutinous rice balls during the winter solstice. He bought sesame seeds and red bean paste fillings that Liang Muqiu likes to eat. The white and plump glutinous rice balls are boiled in milk.

He's never had a sweet tooth, but he ate a whole bowl that day.

He lowered his head and glanced at Liang Muqiu. This person is now lying in his arms obediently, like a kitten showing its belly to him, even its paws are soft.

He held Liang Muqiu's hand and kissed it, and asked suddenly, "Do you still eat glutinous rice balls during the winter solstice?"

Liang Muqiu asked, "Huh?" for a moment, and didn't follow Cen Nan's train of thought, but he answered along the way, "I don't eat too much, and I can't remember solar terms when I'm alone outside. My mother used to cook for me."

He glanced at Cen Nan, "And you cooked it."

When he was a freshman and a sophomore, Cen Nan cooked glutinous rice balls for him. He still remembers that once Cen Nan bought the wrong one with peanut filling, he was so angry that he swelled up for a long time. pieces.

Thinking of this, he still looked at Cen Nan with a grudge.

Cen Nan obviously remembered, touched the center of his brow, and coaxed, "I will cook bean paste for you this year."

Liang Muqiu was coaxed for a second without any future.

The two of them slept in bed until one o'clock in the afternoon, and Cen Nan casually fried a steak for lunch.

After dinner, Cen Nan moved out the few cabinets of presents that were not useful yesterday, and occupied the living room in a grand manner, covering a carpet, which made Liang Muqiu raise his eyebrows frequently.

These things are varied, from ore to sneakers, from earrings to old game consoles, and there are some weird things.

Liang Muqiu picked up a Venetian mask and looked at it for a long while. Although the mask was painted with gold and silver, it looked good, but who would confess to these things?

"Are you giving this to me?" He put the mask on his face, revealing only two eyes, blinking, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Cen Nan said sincerely.

He randomly took an ore in his hand, turned it over, and read "March 2017" underneath.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I saw it and thought you'd like it, so I bought it," he said. "I didn't realize there were so many until I returned home. I saved up two suitcases."

He picked up another pair of rhombus-shaped diamond stud earrings, put them next to Liang Muqiu's ears, and smiled, "It suits you very well."

Liang Muqiu had already put down that mask, revealing a handsome and beautiful face.

Looking at the presents all over the floor, he suddenly remembered something.

He asked, "One year at Christmas, I suddenly received a gift from overseas. It was a Nutcracker music box. It was anonymous and forwarded from abroad."

He was still in graduate school at the time, and when it was delivered to the apartment downstairs, he saw that it was an unfamiliar courier and didn't want to accept it. The courier said that someone asked for extra money to speed up the delivery, and there was a greeting card.

He held it and shook it for a long time before accepting it after making sure it was not a dangerous item. He looked at the greeting card again, but there was only one sentence on it—"MerryChristmas."

The printed font made people unable to distinguish the handwriting. Song Wei later said that it must be someone who admired him.

But when he looked at the exquisite Nutcracker music box, he felt inexplicably that it seemed to be a gift from Cen Nan.

They had seen the Nutcracker musical together, which he loved and bought a collector's edition of the picture book.

"Did that come from you?" he asked.

Cen Nan didn't deny it, "Yes." It was indeed a gift from him, just before Christmas.

"Why did you give me this?" Liang Muqiu stared at him, not quite understanding, "I don't send back anything else, just give me that as a Christmas present. Is there anything special about it?"

"No, it's just an ordinary gift." Cen Nan clasped another bracelet inlaid with sapphires on Liang Muqiu's hand, "It's just that I missed you so much the day I bought it."

I thought too hard, but I couldn't come back, so I couldn't even sign the gift.

I dare not give it every year, because it is too easy to be guessed, so I can only pretend to be a strange suitor and send a surprise by chance.

When he gave it to Liang Muqiu, he actually imagined that it might be thrown away, but Liang Muqiu actually accepted it, which was beyond his expectation.

Liang Muqiu pursed his lower lip.

He left the music box of the Nutcracker in his hometown and carefully kept it in a glass case.

He looked at the gifts all over the floor, it seemed that Cen Nan's seven years had been placed in this apartment along with these gifts.

For seven whole years, even though they had never met each other, Cen Nan's life was full of traces of him.

He thought to himself, the Frenchman's vision is not very accurate, what kind of silence and clumsiness is this, but he is obviously very pleasing.