Borrowing a Kiss

After watching the movie, I realized that it was snowing outside.

Bincheng is not considered a snowy city. Although there are always a few snowfalls every year, it is difficult to accumulate a thick layer of snow, which is spread thinly on the ground and melts at dawn.

Liang Muqiu and Cen Nan walked home holding hands, because it was past twelve o'clock, and there were a lot fewer people around here, but there were still people selling fluffy headbands on the street, which looked like little fox ears.

Cen Nan passed by, took a few glances, and bought one.

Liang Muqiu was still watching the fun, and didn't know what Cen Nan bought it for, but turned around and Cen Nan put it on Liang Muqiu's head, and took a step back, admiring it for two seconds, "Not bad."

Liang Muqiu frowned, not daring to think about what he looked like, a little girl is cute wearing this kind of headband, and he, a grown man, also wears it, it's just an old cucumber painted with green paint - pretending to be tender.

He wanted to reach out to take it off, but Cen Nan refused, grabbing his hands, "It's pretty."

It is indeed beautiful.

Liang Muqiu originally had a beautiful face, and was born clean and delicate. Although he was not as ignorant as when he was seventeen or eighteen wearing these fluffy ears, he still had the laziness and cuteness of a fox.

Cen Nan said, "Do you remember that one year in college, when you went to the Christmas party of the Academy of Arts, someone caught you wearing kitten ears?"

He happened to have something to do that day, and Liang Muqiu went first by himself. When he went to the Christmas ball, Liang Muqiu had already been brutally murdered. He was surrounded by people wearing kitten ears to take pictures. The girls couldn't help touching his ears. Squeeze his face and smile together as if he is a mascot.

Liang Muqiu was well dressed that day, wearing a white plush jacket, and the fur around the collar was also white plush. Surrounded by groups, he was really pitiful and helpless.

When Cen Nan arrived, he took Liang Muqiu out of the crowd with a dark face, Liang Muqiu was finally relieved, lying on top of him like an octopus, refusing to get off.

However, Cen Nan was not angry that day.He also thought that Liang Muqiu was extremely cute, but he was very stingy and didn't want others to touch such a cute Liang Muqiu.

He raised his hand to touch Liang Muqiu's cheek, "You are as cute as a university now."

Liang Muqiu can't remember, too many things happened in the university, and he has graduated for several years, these details are like the moon in the mirror in the water, all dissipated into a cloud of fog.

But he remembered something else.

He remembered going out to watch a movie with Cen Nan in college, it was also winter, after twelve o'clock, he was wearing small shoes that day, and his feet hurt from walking, Cen Nan carried him all the way downstairs to the Yulan apartment.

At that time he was 19 years old.

He rolled his eyes and said, "I can wear it if you want. I'm tired and don't want to leave. You can carry me back."

He glanced at Cen Nan's waist maliciously, "But if you can't carry it anymore, I won't force you. You're no better than a young man when you're older."

Cen Nan raised his eyebrows. Which man could stand this kind of provocation, he pinched Liang Muqiu's face gently, "Don't hit me for three days, and go to the house to expose the roof tiles. When you go back, wait for me."

After finishing speaking, he turned around in front of Liang Muqiu, half bent down, revealing his broad back, "Come up."

Liang Muqiu chuckled, and there was no one around, and he jumped on Cen Nan's back.

Cen Nan picked him up steadily, and walked around under the streetlight to scare him. Liang Muqiu buried his head on Cen Nan's shoulder, couldn't help laughing, and cursed, "You're not childish."

Of course it is childish, but love makes people unconsciously become childish.

On the outside, you need to always be personable, mature and stable, and never open your mouth to show weakness, but when you come back to the person you love, you will unconsciously let go of your guard and show your childish side.

It's not far from their home, and Cen Nan felt that the road ended in a short time.

There was still a thin snow falling in the sky, and Liang Muqiu was dishonest lying on his back. He reached out to catch the falling snowflakes, watched them melt in his palm, and then put his hands on Cen Nan's neck.

Cen Nan was helpless, "If you make trouble again, be careful not to fall."

Liang Muqiu was not afraid, he bent down and put his arms around Cen Nan's neck, feeling very safe.

When he was fast entering the residential area, Liang Muqiu thought he still wanted face, and got off Cen Nan again, otherwise if he ran into a neighbor or something, his old face would be thrown to Siberia.

Cen Nan saw his thoughts at a glance and gave him a teasing look.

The two went back to the apartment hand in hand. When they were downstairs, Liang Muqiu squeezed a handful of snow from the handrail, made a little snowman, put it on the side of the steps, and then followed Cen Nan up.

And neither of them noticed that there was a black car parked under a tree not far from them, with a license plate from another city. They didn't know how long it had been parked on this snowy winter night.

If Cen Nan hadn't put all his thoughts on Liang Muqiu and raised his head slightly, he might have noticed that those sitting in the car were his parents.

Gu Jinxiu was sitting in the back seat, looking at the downstairs of the apartment that had regained its calm, her son and the young man named Liang Muqiu had already left.

She waited here for a few hours before seeing them come back, but in the end she didn't step forward, and just looked in the car for a few minutes, as if they were not a mother and child, but a pair of strangers.

In the past, she always felt that she was invincible, her life was full of flowers, and everything went according to her wishes, but in the past few years, she suddenly realized that there are some things that she can't control.

Just like Cen Nan, this son she has always been proud of, who he wants to love, she can't change no matter how many years she spends.

Except when she was beside this young man named Liang Muqiu, she had never seen Cen Nan smile so gently before.

She lowered her eyes, obviously it wasn't cold in the car, but she gathered her shawl and said flatly, "He really likes that child."

Sitting in the front row was her husband, Cen Nan's father.

Cen Yuanxiao has a face quite similar to Cen Nan's, except that Cen Nan's elegant facial features are integrated with his mother's, and he is more refined and handsome than him, but the outlines of the father and son are similar.

Even though he was over fifty, Cen Yuanxiao looked handsome and elegant, but his temples already had gray hair.

When he heard his wife's voice, he was silent for a long time before uttering a sentence, "A worthless thing is held in the palm of others."

Gu Jinxiu frowned, but did not deliberately refute him.

She was on the back seat, with her arms folded, and the shawl covered her whole body, making her look extraordinarily thin.

There was no expression on her face, and she had just met her son who had almost broken with them, but she and her husband seemed to lack that kind of kindness and compassion in their nature, and so far they have not said anything willing to compromise with their son.

But she couldn't help but think of Cen Nan's appearance just now, walking from under the street lamp, reaching out to brush the fine snow from Liang Muqiu's hair, it was very different from the appearance abroad, like a stone statue of Wu Xin who suddenly came to life, for a person Learned the seven emotions and six desires.

She laughed at herself, she didn't know how she and Cen Yuanxiao could have such a relationship.

The snow particles were caught in the wind, knocking on the window, she whispered, "Let's go, he won't come down again, if you don't go, he might see this car from the window."

Cen Yuanxiao frowned, looking out the window in a daze.

When Cen Nan was a child, he also hugged and loved him in his arms. When the child was just born, he was full of pride, staring at his sleeping face by the cradle, not knowing what to name it.

But in the end, it ended like this.

His face was tense, and he didn't know who to blame, to blame this young man named Liang Muqiu for disrupting all of Cen Nan's good life, or to blame him for pushing this son more and more during the fight with Cen Nan. Far.

Up to now, Cen Nan has never looked back.

He already has his own lair in the snowstorm, and someone will wait for him to go home.

Cen Yuanxiao snorted lightly, started the car, and whispered to his wife, "As long as the two men can be together for a long time, will Liang Muqiu grow old with him?"

Gu Jinxiu didn't answer.

Whether Liang Muqiu would grow old with Cen Nan, she didn't know, but she thought of Chicago more than six years ago, when Thanksgiving was approaching, Cen Nan had just been picked up by them from that "nursing home", his body was broken, but his expression remained the same , still as stubborn as before, never willing to bow his head.

Looking into Cen Nan's eyes, she knew that this son would never belong to them again.

Not long after, the black car disappeared at the end of the driveway just like when it came, leaving only two ruts on the white snow, and it would disappear at dawn.

Liang Muqiu didn't notice what happened downstairs, and happily went home with Cen Nan, and had a high-quality sex life before going to bed. He was a little tired, but he was still quite nourished.

Before going to bed, he tossed and turned on the bed, thinking that now he seemed to have nothing to be dissatisfied with.His lover and his family are by his side, every day is gentle and bright.

Cen Nan was so disturbed that he couldn't sleep. Just as he was about to see what kind of monster he was, he suddenly got up again, lying on Cen Nan's chest, looking at Cen Nan with bright eyes, "I think I am very happy now."

Cen Nan stroked his hair, "Why?"

"No reason," Liang Muqiu rubbed against Cen Nan's heart, "I just think it's good. I'm very happy when I think that the next few decades will be as good as today."

Those seven years did cause him pain, but although these seven years were long, they were short compared to a lifetime, and it was not too late for him and Cen Nan to stay together.

Cen Nan could understand the unfinished meaning of Liang Muqiu's words, so he couldn't help saying softly in his heart, little fool.

So soft-hearted and so easily satisfied, isn't he just a little fool.

The end of the year is always much busier than usual. After Christmas, Cen Nan worked overtime for many days, and Liang Muqiu also often stayed in the studio during the day. His studio has been listed for business, and he brought his team of small screenwriters together to make scripts. In addition, I often hold brainstorming meetings to see if I can come up with some ideas.

And just after New Year's Day, Ruan Zhuxian, who was supposed to fly back in the middle of the year but was held back by the company, finally set foot on the land of Bincheng with two small suitcases.