Borrowing a Kiss

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The tail of summer always flies by quickly, Liang Muqiu is busy with setting up a new studio, and it's autumn in a blink of an eye.

He finally rented an office building near the urban area to work. The place was not too big, but it was clean and tidy. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were lush sycamore trees. It looked spacious and beautiful, and he could enjoy the scenery by the window when he was tired from work.

Although Liang Muqiu felt that he had saved some money over the years, he still wrinkled his face in pain when he paid the one-year rent at a time, and he sighed, as if he went back to before liberation overnight, and the landlord's house had no food left.

Cen Nan accompanied him to choose the address, and the two of them sat together in the empty studio. He listened intently and earnestly to Liang Muqiu's drawing of big cakes, listening to Liang Muqiu's talk about various future arrangements, and seeing Liang Muqiu swearing at Fang Qiu standing in this place. On the three-acre land, like an old farmer looking at the leeks that are about to be harvested.

Seeing that Liang Muqiu paid the money, his heart ached. He flicked Liang Muqiu's ear, "I told you to use my room as an office, but you didn't do it. It's too late to regret it now."

Liang Muqiu gave Cen Nan a melancholy look, "I don't want to put the studio across from my home. There is no distinction between public and private. It feels like I'm always at work."

"Besides," he pursed his lips and muttered, "I don't want to be your little boy."

Cen Nan laughed.

Although the two are back together, Liang Muqiu is still financially independent from him in terms of money.

He was anxiously wanting to give away his wealth, but Liang Muqiu didn't even look at it, it wasn't unusual at all.

He had no choice but to squeeze Master Liang's shoulders and back, to relieve Liang Muqiu's exhaustion from running around for the past few days.

Liang Muqiu was quite comfortable, holding his head up like a kitten, commanding him, "Pinch to the left a little bit, lightly."

Liang Muqiu finally decided on this office, and he has some candidates for the new screenwriters, most of whom are juniors who graduated from the same school as him, and they are busy communicating with people recently.

Everything is going smooth.

On the day the name of the studio was decided, Liang Muqiu sat on the balcony drinking with Cen Nan. He drank a little too much, exceeding his usual amount. Cen Nan wanted to stop him, but he slapped him away.

He pouted and acted like a baby unconsciously, "I hardly drink it, and you still control me."

Cen Nan couldn't resist this, Liang Muqiu knew how to treat him since before.

He unconsciously released his hand from the wine bottle, but he was worried, and emphasized, "Then finish this bottle and stop drinking. If you drink too much, you will feel dizzy tomorrow."

Liang Muqiu didn't care, and took another big gulp provocatively.

But he soon laughed again, the autumn moonlight seemed particularly bright, he looked at Cen Nan with flushed cheeks, "Do you know the name of my studio?"

Cen Nan shook his head, Liang Muqiu had been keeping it a secret from him these days.

Liang Muqiu looked at him without blinking, and said softly, "Call, Nanlin Zhiqiu."

In fact, he doesn't need to take this awkward name, and he can call him Liang Muqiu's studio, which is easy to remember and conducive to gaining fame.

But in the dead of night, when he was writing and drawing in his notebook with a pen in his hand, he found that he still wanted to include Cen Nan in his life.

Cen Nan missed the years when he went from campus to society, but in the days to come, he didn't want Cen Nan to miss it again.

He probably really passed the time when he just wanted to be vigorous when he was young. Although he is far from aging, the love affair with Cen Nan has exhausted all his efforts.

He used to have many adventurous dreams and imagined many extraordinary experiences he had with Cen Nan.

But now he feels that it is good to wake up every morning and see Cen Nan by his side.

Their love is a love letter in summer, and plum jelly is as sweet and sour, but their love now is like a fruit collected in autumn, which will be brewed into a glass of wine in winter, suitable for drinking by the stove.It's not that poetry and distant places are romantic, and fireworks in the world are also unique.

Liang Muqiu lightly touched Cen Nan's glass with his glass, and the glass and ice cubes made a soft, crisp sound. He asked in a low voice, "Does it sound good to you?"

Cen Nan held his hand, and pressed his fingers on his pulse, which was connected to Liang Muqiu's heart.

From before, he felt that Liang Muqiu's heart must be very clear.

Liang Muqiu is always tolerant and gentle, like a lake under the moonlight, clean and bright.

"It's very nice," Cen Nan said, "I really like it."

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Liang Muqiu still took Cen Nan back.

In order not to scare his mother and grandmother, he made a video call with his mother in advance while Cen Nan was not at home.

Liang Yu was tending flowers and plants, and when she heard her son say that she had a crush, she was calm. As an enlightened parent who had accepted her son coming out for several years, she didn't even bother to lift her eyelids.

"It's time for you to find someone. I didn't say you. You are still a bachelor when you are old. It's shameful to say it. Those who don't know think how miserable I made you," Liang Yu complained, but out of another Mother's instinct, asked, "Is your object round or flat? Is it good-looking, what does it do, how big, how tall, have I seen it?"

It seems that the deputy wants to check the household registration book.

Liang Muqiu said, "The one you've seen is the original one."

Liang Yu didn't react for a while.

But soon Liang Muqiu said again, "My current partner is still Cen Nan."

The watering can in Liang Yu's hand fell to the ground with a clatter. She was watering a pot of begonias, but with a shake of her hand, she immediately picked up all the blooming flowers.

Liang Muqiu knew this was her reaction.

At the beginning, he was so sad that he hid back home, hiding in his lair like a little monster injured outside.

So his mother saw all his pain and suffering.

He yelled helplessly, "Mom, listen to me..."

But Liang Yu asked sharply, "What are you talking about? Why are you so useless? Are you going around or falling into other people's hands? You never knew how to hold grudges since you were a child. You don't care if people bully you. How old are you when you're three years old?" Wrong..." As she spoke, she choked up, "The fortune teller told you that your love life was bumpy, but I still don't believe it. I think I raised you so well, and you are smart and sensible. How can you not go well, but it turns out It's really not going well."

As soon as she cried, Liang Muqiu had nothing to do.

His mother is actually a very cheerful and gentle person, to make her sad, he is really unfilial.

He coaxed him for a long time, starting from Cen Nan's return to China, talking about Cen Nan's experience abroad, and then talking about Cen Nan's kindness to him now.

Liang Yuhu put on a face, but still listened.

Liang Muqiu said to her, "Didn't you tell me, just find someone who treats me well? But Mom, there are plenty of people who treat me well, but I only love this one person. After meeting him, I really love No one else."

When he said this, he was very calm, his eyes were red, and he looked at Ms. Liang Yu across the phone screen.

The mother and son look similar, although Liang Yu is old, she still has the charm of her youth.

The two looked at each other as if they were looking at each other in a mirror.

Liang Yu was choked up in panic by what he said, this unlucky child was raised by her, how could she not know what kind of virtue he is.

But just because she knew, she realized that she couldn't stop Liang Muqiu.

He is a person who doesn't turn back if he doesn't hit the south wall. If Cen Nan really failed him, he would volley and leave, but since he didn't, he would have to go all the way to the dark.

She hung up the video in a snap and ignored Liang Muqiu.

But two days later, she still sent a text message to Liang Muqiu.

"Mid-Autumn brings your partner back. Whether he treats you well or not is up to you. I have to take a look."

Liang Muqiu seemed to be pardoned, and quickly went to show it to Cen Nan.

Cen Nan was working. He was typing hard at first, but when Liang Muqiu finished speaking, his face was blank and he typed out a string of gibberish characters.

He has a strong psychological shadow about "coming out to his parents". Even though he knows that Liang Muqiu's parents are different from his parents intellectually, he always feels like a stress reaction psychologically, fearing that Liang Muqiu will experience what happened to him again. again.

But Liang Muqiu had already happily climbed onto his lap, sat in his arms, barefooted, and said to him, "Look, I knew my mother could figure it out."

Cen Nan looked at the short lines of words on the phone screen, then at Liang Muqiu's smiling face, and fell silent again when he reached the words.

Liang Muqiu put his arms around him, "Do you want to go back with me?"

He was silent for a long time before saying hello.

No matter what happens this time, at least he will be by Liang Muqiu's side.

He would not let Liang Muqiu suffer any harm.

But beyond Cen Nan's expectation, neither Liang Muqiu's mother nor grandmother made things difficult for them.

Liang Muqiu's grandmother is a very kind old lady, wearing a cheongsam and sitting on a rocking chair, her eyes curled up when she saw Liang Muqiu smiling.

As soon as he saw it, he felt that this old lady was a bit like his grandma.

Grandma called Liang Muqiu by his nickname with a gentle voice. When she turned her head and saw him, she was startled, but she also smiled, "This is Xiao Cen, he looks good and is energetic."

It was the first time in Cen Nan's life that he received such an evaluation. It was rare for him to be a little embarrassed. He put aside his sophistication and demeanor in socializing, and said earnestly, "Grandma is good."

Liang Muqiu's mother, Ms. Liang Yu, did not have such a good temper. Liang Muqiu just rolled her eyes when she rubbed against her, but she still maintained her courtesy to Cen Nan, the guest, and did not throw away the gift that Cen Nan brought. go out.

During dinner, Liang Muqiu was the most active person at the dinner table, chatting about his latest work status, but before he could say a few words, Liang Yu slapped his chopsticks, "Shut up, eat, you have a mouth."

Liang Muqiu was frightened into silence.

Grandma hurriedly went to pat her daughter, "Why are you so fierce? Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and today is Qiuqiu's birthday. Why are you like this?"

Liang Yu sullenly said nothing.

Cen Nan knew that he was the one who didn't want to be seen, but he couldn't stand up for Liang Muqiu, so he gently squeezed Liang Muqiu's hand under the dinner table.

After dinner, while Liang Muqiu was chatting with his grandmother in the yard, Cen Nan took the initiative to find Ms. Liang who was still in the kitchen.

He took the initiative to walk to Liang Yu's side and help cut the fruit.

"Auntie," he called him politely. He hadn't dealt with the elders for many years, and he became cautious in his words. "I know you are very dissatisfied with me, and I have nothing to prove myself."

Liang Yu chopped an apple beside him.

"I don't want to defend myself, but in the future, I will have a good time with Qiuqiu. I know what he likes to eat, I know that he is prone to colds and stomach pains, and I know that he is allergic to mangoes. If you are used to staying up late, pay more attention to urging him to go to bed early." Cen Nan said these trivial things, a little smile appeared in his eyes, he was not a patient person before, but taking care of Liang Muqiu made him very happy.

Liang Yu's apple-cutting hand stopped, her side face tensed, she didn't know what she was thinking.

"I have never forgotten him in these years abroad. I know that I have nothing to give him, so although he doesn't care, in my will, he is the only designated heir. If he wants to get married, I can take him abroad. I think in China, I will sign a guardianship agreement with him. I don't know how I can be worthy of him..." Cen Nan paused, "But I love him."

Anyone can say the three words I love you, as cheap as bubbles floating in the air.

But other than this sentence, he didn't know how to express himself better.

Liang Yu was silent for a long time, the fruit knife fell several times, and finally nailed heavily to the chopping board.

"Don't talk about these nonsense, I loved you so much when I was young, but I still hate seeing each other when I'm old." Liang Yu raised her hand and tucked up the broken hair around her ears, "My son likes you, I'll stop you I don't want to be a queen mother who beats mandarin ducks. I have only one request to you, don't bully him. This child is stupid and stubborn. If you recognize him, he will treat you wholeheartedly. If one day you don't love him, then Get together and hang out."

That's what she asked for.

She is a mother who is full of worries about her son's future and has no choice but to compromise.

Cen Nan looked at her and found that she and Liang Muqiu were really similar in appearance, especially the eyes, which were as bright as the moon.

"I remember," Cen Nan said, solemnly, "but that day won't happen."

Liang Muqiu chatted with his grandmother in the yard, and even took a fan to drive away mosquitoes for his grandmother. By the way, he complained about why his love life was so rough, and his mother loved him so much, why couldn't he give his son a little support.

The old grandmother was there, squinting her eyes and said, "You don't know your mother, what are you afraid of."

Liang Muqiu thought to himself, if only it were so easy.

But soon, he saw his mother and Cen Nan coming out one after the other. Cen Nan was holding two plates of fruit in his hands and placed them on the stone table. The four of them could enjoy the moon while eating the fruit.

Liang Muqiu was shocked to see that Cen Nan inserted an apple and handed it to his mother. His mother hesitated for a moment, but actually took it.

He blinked his eyes to make sure that he was right, and then looked at Cen Nan beaming with joy.

Cen Nan also looked at him, smiled, and gently hooked Liang Muqiu's little finger under the stone table again.

He is not as proficient in literature as Liang Muqiu, and he is used to writing, but at this moment, he thought of a poem for no reason.

"As a husband and wife, there is no doubt about love."

Back then when the desk was unchecked and they held hands, Liang Muqiu should have become his lover.

Liang Muqiu's grandmother was sitting next to her and clearly saw the little movements of these two young people, but she thought she was presbyopic, so she calmly looked away.

The moonlight is so good today, and it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon. It is a day for family reunion. Now a family of four is sitting and admiring the moon.