Borrowing a Kiss

Liang Muqiu played with Maodou for a while with dog toys, and then went to cook for Maodou.

He is not good at cooking, but fortunately, Gougou's rice doesn't need any high-end technology, just cook it well, and the edamame is not picky about food, so it is easy to feed, and you can eat it without looking up.

The edamame is delicious, and he also has a sense of accomplishment. Anyway, there are still creatures who can appreciate his cooking skills.

He was relieved to see it, took a video of Maodou, and uploaded it to his account on Station D.

A few years ago, he opened an account on the video website D Station, and uploaded some vlogs to it every now and then, without operating or showing his face, just like a video diary, uploading whatever was shot.

Sometimes he will say a few words in the video, sometimes there is no narration at all, and there is only a continuous scenery and bgm in the video.

But after a few years, because many landscape videos were shot well, his account has actually accumulated [-] fans.

The advantage of fewer people is that it is easy to get familiar.

His comment area is like a naturally formed community. Everyone usually chats under his video like chatting. Liang Muqiu even saw someone go on a blind date in the comments.

He uploaded this video of Maodou, and after about ten minutes, there were a few scattered comments below.

He glanced at the comment section, and as expected, the familiar id was again in the front row——Nandu.

Nandu can be regarded as his loyal fan. He has become his fan since he posted a few videos on station d. He doesn't talk much, but he will comment every time.

Over the years, the two can be regarded as friends who have never met.

Liang Muqiu clicked on the backstage, and saw Nandu message him privately, asking Maodou if he was in good health.

Liang Muqiu: "Okay, I was still chewing on the dog bone toy just now, I will take it out for a walk tomorrow."

Nan Du: "That's good."

So far as the topic was concerned, Nandu didn't send any more messages.

Liang Muqiu stared at the portrait in a daze.

Nandu's head is an oak tree, without any characteristics, silent and low-key, just like him.

They have been in touch since two years ago.

Because Liang Muqiu was drunk, it was rare to start a live broadcast. At that time, there were only a few people in the live broadcast room. He was drunk, and he complained that his stomach hurts, that he dreamed about his ex-boyfriend, and that he went back to college a while ago. The restaurant has been refurbished, but the cherry blossom trees outside the door have not changed, and they bloom so beautifully.

The others in the live broadcast room were watching the excitement, preparing to wait for him to wake up the next day and laugh at him.

Only Nan Du sent him private messages all night.

Ask where he is, if his stomach hurts, if anyone is taking care of him.

He was stunned when he saw it, even a little sober from the wine.

Because even through the screen, the anxiety and impatience rushing to the face seemed to be overflowing.

The last sentence Nan Du left was, "Please answer me, please."

Liang Muqiu stared at the screen for a while, before replying: "I'm fine. My stomach doesn't hurt very much, I just didn't sober up."

The over there replied quickly, "Don't take it seriously, if you have a stomachache and you have to go to the hospital, do you have any friends around, do you want me to call a private doctor for you?"

He looked at the two short lines.

Even though there was only a pure white background on the screen, he seemed to see Cen Nan's anxious face.

In the end, he didn't say anything he shouldn't have said, and replied, "I'm really fine, it doesn't hurt anymore."

That is, after this time, he would occasionally chat with this stranger named "Nandu" in private messages, chatting about it like a friend.

During the chat, he got a general idea of ​​Nandu, who is one year younger than him, a Ph.D. student in Chinese, and a native of Pingshi.

Once, he even asked Nandu for a photo rashly.

While he felt like a pervert harassing fans, he stubbornly wanted to see what the person chatting with him looked like.

Fortunately, Nan Du did not reject him.

Photos came quickly.

The man above did not have a striking face, but he was handsome and gentle, wearing black-rimmed glasses and a gray fine-striped shirt, sitting on the school bench in an orderly manner.

He was far less handsome than Cen Nan, nor was he as sharp as Cen Nan's cold exterior.

It was a completely unfamiliar face.

Liang Muqiu even searched the Internet for this photo, and confirmed that it wasn't just an online picture that he could find casually.

He couldn't tell how he felt, like he was grateful, but mixed with a trace of disappointment.

He first noticed "Nandu" because there was a word "Nan" in the id. How many times, when he was chatting with Nandu, he couldn't help guessing whether it might be Cen Nan.

Now he knew the answer, it was just a stranger who cared for him.

But after this time, he put down his guard and talked to Nandu instead.

At the beginning, he pretended to be affectionate, fearing that Nandu liked him, but later found out that he was thinking too much. The conversations between Nandu and him were always point-to-point, and there was no ambiguity.

Liang Muqiu lay on the plush carpet and stared at the screen for a long time. Nandu had already verified his identity, but when he thought of Cen Nan who happened to be his neighbor, he suddenly had a secret suspicion in his heart.

He asked Nan Du, "What are you doing now?"

Nandu returned quickly, "I'm writing my thesis at home."

Liang Muqiu hesitated for a moment, then asked again, "Really? I always feel that you lied to me."

It's a bit of a shame he typed that because it's really offensive.

If he hadn't had to confirm that "Nandu" wasn't Cen Nan, he wouldn't have said that to someone on the other side of the network.

Fortunately, Nan Du was not angry, and instead sent him another photo.

The photo shows a computer with a half-written ancient thesis on it. A thin and white hand is exposed beside it, wearing a black wrist watch.

That was not Cen Nan's hand.

Liang Muqiu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have been so rude just now." He apologized sincerely.

"It's okay, I don't feel angry." Nandu was still as straightforward as before, "Did something happen to you? I feel that you are a little bit disturbed."

Liang Muqiu thought, there are too many troubles to talk about, such as whether he should beat Cen Nan or not.

But he didn't want to talk to others about it for now.

"There is something, but I don't know how to say it yet."

"Then stop talking, and I'll listen when you want to talk."

Liang Muqiu could not help but smile.

As long as it's not Cen Nan, then "Nandu" is really a rare friend.

Caring, gentle, but moderate in advance and retreat, never making people uncomfortable.

He suddenly got a little whimsical, and asked Nandu, "We have known each other for two years, and we have never met before. Why don't we make an appointment? Pingshi is only two hours away from me."

Nandu seemed to be stuck this time.

After a while, I replied, "Sorry, I'm on a business trip recently, so I can't meet you."

Liang Muqiu was a little disappointed, but he didn't ask.

"Okay then, I'll make an appointment later when I'm free."

He chatted with Nan Du a little bit, and he felt better.

Because he went out and walked around today, he was also a little tired, so he went to bed earlier than usual.

Before going to bed, he opened Moments and took a look.

Cen Nan didn't post anything today.

He didn't know why, and he was a little unhappy.

Because Maodou came back, Liang Muqiu took Maodou for a walk in the community garden for several days.

His Maodou is a social butterfly. Although he has short legs, he is unexpectedly very popular in the dog circle. Everywhere, Gougou will come to play with Maodou affectionately.

On the other hand, Maodou likes to be ignored, and his short legs are quite airy, completely different from the obedient and ingratiating appearance in front of him. He only wants to condescend to play for a while after other dogs show their kindness in every possible way.

Liang Muqiu was chatting with other owners nearby, and felt that his son was a scumbag, which made him very embarrassed.

He thought to himself, Mao Dou is definitely following Cen Nan.

He is such a dedicated and affectionate person, but he can't raise such a little scumbag.

In high school back then, those gentle and lovely girls liked Cen Nan as if they were blind, but Cen Nan was always cold and unwilling to say a word that was unnecessary.

Seeing that it was getting late and it was time to go home, Liang Muqiu yelled at Maodou, "Modou, you are back, we have to go."

Maodou immediately abandoned his little friend and ran over bumpily.

Liang Muqiu took the rope, one person and one dog, and went home slowly.

Before entering the apartment building, Liang Muqiu was still gently asking his son what he would like to eat tonight, "Modou, shall we have fish and chicken for dinner?"

But as soon as he looked up, he found that in front of the elevator, his unpopular neighbor, Mr. Cen, was looking at him blankly.

And the edamame in his hand.

Cen Nan probably just got off work, wearing a suit and leather shoes, the black suit suits him very well, his hair is combed meticulously, and he looks like an elite scum.

Liang Muqiu didn't expect to meet here, so he didn't know whether to say hello or not.

But before he had time to open his mouth, the Maodou he was holding in his hand became excited first, changed his noble indifference just now, twisted his little butt and rushed forward.

Liang Muqiu couldn't even hold onto the leash.

He watched his edamame, dragging a red rope, ran to have fun next to Cen Nan, and enthusiastically grabbed Cen Nan's trouser leg.

And Cen Nan squatted down, and called out in disbelief, "Maodou..."

Maodou let out a loud "owwow" and got into Cen Nan's arms all at once, and got all the dog hair on Cen Nan's high-end suit.

It licked Cen Nan's face, with dark eyes, still full of attachment like a puppy.

It has not seen him for seven years, but he still remembers his other "dad".

The puppy doesn't understand what abandonment is, and he doesn't understand why Cen Nan disappeared.

It only knows that after being separated for a long time, its other "dad" appeared again and hugged it like a child.

It even looked back at Liang Muqiu, as if asking Liang Muqiu to come quickly.

Liang Muqiu's face was not so good-looking, and he walked over slowly.

He also expected Maodou to bite Cen Nan, but this guy turned out to be a collaborator and traitor.

Cen Nan picked up Maodou.

He said to Liang Muqiu with a complicated expression, "I didn't expect Maodou to still remember me."

Liang Muqiu suddenly lost his temper.

He said unceremoniously to Cen Nan, "Stop dreaming, Maodou was only one year old when you went abroad, and now it's been seven years, and you still expect your son to remember you. It just... has enthusiasm for everyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he froze.

When he and Cen Nan were raising the dog, they often called Corgi his son, but after Cen Nan left, he didn't change it.

But now that these words are spoken, it seems that divorced couples are discussing child custody.

Liang Muqiu silently shut up.

There was a few seconds of silence in the air.

Cen Nan didn't know whether he should be happy or not, at least Liang Muqiu subconsciously admitted that he was Maodou's "father".

He looked down at Liang Muqiu, "You're right, it's my fault that I didn't participate in our son's growth, and I will make up for it in the future."

The corner of Liang Muqiu's mouth twitched.

He has seen what it means to be shameless.

He said speechlessly, "Cen Nan, please show some face. This is my dog, my son, what does it have to do with you? You just bully Maodou for being ignorant, I don't know if you don't want him."

Cen Nan froze for a moment.

He looked at Liang Muqiu.

Liang Muqiu looked at the ground, not him.

Liang Muqiu wore a royal blue embroidered jacket today, his fair side face was clear and fair, with a youthful air, as if he was still in college.

This sentence was clearly about Maodou, but it fell into Cen Nan's ears, but he felt that Liang Muqiu was talking about himself.

He lowered his eyes and whispered, "I didn't want it."

Liang Muqiu snorted, didn't answer, stepped forward and pressed the elevator button.

Cen Nan hugged Maodou until the elevator reached the eleventh floor.

Seeing that he was about to enter the door, Liang Muqiu turned around and stretched out his hand to Cen Nan, "Enough hugging, return Maodou to me."

Cen Nan was startled, looked at Liang Muqiu with complicated eyes for a while, and then put Maodou into his hand.

But he couldn't help asking again, "Can I come and see Maodou in the future?"

Liang Muqiu subconsciously wanted to say no.

But he looked up at Cen Nan. Under the dim corridor lights, Cen Nan's face was like a thick and colorful oil painting. A thousand words.

Maodou also moved restlessly in his arms, always wanting to grab Cen Nan's sleeve.

For a moment, Liang Muqiu felt like separating Cinderella and her father's stepmother.

He sighed.

"Come if you want, don't make me look like a stepfather."

After finishing speaking, he deliberately didn't look at Cen Nan's bright eyes, pushed the door, closed it, and shut Cen Nan out in one go.

Maodou didn't understand why Cen Nan was shut out, and was still scratching the door anxiously, looking up at Liang Muqiu from time to time, and whining.

Liang Muqiu squatted down, patted Maodou's round buttocks, and cursed, "Eat inside out."

But he did it so painlessly, Maodou still felt that he was playing with him.

Liang Muqiu was at a loss.

He nodded Maodou's nose, and said, "It's fine if I can't forget him, but I haven't even forgotten you. You were only so old at that time."

He seemed to be scolding Maodou and scolding himself.

Because he clearly knew the reason.

Cen Nan was the one who brought Maodou back at first, and it was Cen Nan who cooked for Maodou, shoveled shit, and accompanied him when he was sick.

At that time, he was still like a child spoiled by Cen Nan, how could he take care of a suckling puppy.The first time Maodou went to the hospital when he fell ill, he was at a loss what to do, he pulled Cen Nan by the corner of his clothes, and asked Cen Nan with red eyes if Maodou was okay.

Cen Nan wrapped him in his down jacket, as reliable as a tree.

"No, I'm here."

He will always remember the woody scent on Cen Nan's body, and he buried his head on Cen Nan's shoulder, indulging in it like being poisoned.

He knew from before that he was too dependent on Cen Nan, but who could say that this was not the result of Cen Nan's deliberate indulgence.

Even after seeing each other for many years, he still hasn't made any progress, and the army is in turmoil.