Borrowing a Kiss

The author has something to say: There is one more chapter and it should be over!

Ruan Zhuxian drank the last sip of coffee in the cup.

Before she came, she wanted to say a lot to Liang Muqiu, about Cen Nan's seven years abroad, about his parents, about the church he had reserved.

But now that they were really sitting face to face, she found that everything she said seemed too pale.

Liang Muqiu wiped his face from the opposite side. He managed to maintain his composure up to this moment. When he raised his eyes again, although his eye sockets were red, his expression was not in a state of embarrassment, but an indescribable coldness.

"Is there anything else they want you to bring me," he asked, "just this one box?"

Ruan Zhuxian nodded, she pushed the box towards Liang Muqiu, and said carefully, "Your jade card was broken when they had a dispute with Cen Nan, and my uncle almost stabbed Cen Nan at that time, just so The jade badge was in his pocket, so he turned the angle."

For many years later, even she often wondered superstitiously whether Liang Muqiu had protected Cen Nan in secret.

Even though the two places were separated, and even though they had no way of knowing the other party's news, the blessing jade plaque that Liang Muqiu stuffed in before parting, but accidentally blocked a disaster for Cen Nan.

"There were more than that," she said hesitantly, "but most of them were burned, and that's all that's left."

Liang Muqiu took out the things and threw the box aside. He even thought the box containing the jade plaque and photos was dirty.

He carefully put the things into his pocket, placed them properly, and then solemnly said to Ruan Zhuxian, "Thank you. If you need my help in the future, please just ask."

Although Ruan Zhuxian didn't say anything, he could guess that based on the relationship between Ruan Zhuxian and Cen Nan, and Ruan Zhuxian's close attitude towards him, she should have helped Cen Nan a lot abroad.

He is grateful to those who really love Cen Nan.

Ruan Zhuxian shook his head again and again, "I can't say, Cen Nan also helped me a lot."

Liang Muqiu tried his best to smile at her.

In fact, he should say something more, he shouldn't be so rude, but he was too sad, and the torn letter was stuck in his heart like a sharp arrow, making his heart ache every time he took a breath.

He stood up and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm leaving first. Thank you very much for today. I will have a chance in the future... I will invite you to our house again."

He glanced at Ruan Zhuxian. Ever since he entered the coffee shop and opened the letter, he was like a broken piece of porcelain, full of fragility. Only when he mentioned the three words "our family" did he There was a moment of light in his eyes.

Ruan Zhuxian looked at him with a sigh and nodded.

After Liang Muqiu left, she sat alone in this box for a long time.

When Liang Muqiu left just now, she watched Liang Muqiu's face pale, and she didn't need to think about it to know that she was not in a good mood. She really wanted to follow, but she was afraid of being annoying.

She tapped her head with a headache, took out her mobile phone resignedly, and went to report to Cen Nan, feeling that she would be scolded bloody.

When Cen Nan received a call from Ruan Zhuxian, he didn't bother to scold her.

When he heard that Liang Muqiu had read the letter, all the pens in his hand fell on the carpet, and the ink was all over the place.

"I'll settle the accounts with you later." He hung up the phone and hurried to Ren Qihan's office, "I have to go back when I have something to do. If you have work, you can connect with my assistant."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ren Qihan to agree, he walked straight out the door.

Ren Qihan was drinking milk tea, and before he had time to express his opinion, he saw his gold medal lawyer slamming the door and leaving again. It took him a long time to hold back a sentence, "It's unreasonable..."

It's a pity that Cen Nan didn't hear it at all.

For the first time, Cen Nan felt a little flustered, and was also anxious when standing at the elevator entrance.

If he knew that Liang Muqiu would secretly meet with Ruan Zhuxian today, he would never leave Liang Muqiu one step, but it would be too late now.

He just wanted to find Liang Muqiu quickly.

He called Liang Muqiu just now, but no one answered. Although it had been a long time and Liang Muqiu was an adult with a sound mind, he was uncontrollably afraid.

The elevator went down to the first floor, and Cen Nan quickly rushed out of the office building, preparing to go to the parking lot.

But he stopped after taking a few steps.

In front of him, under the oak tree directly opposite the office building, Liang Muqiu was standing there, his eyes were red from crying, looking at him helplessly like a child who couldn't find his way home.

When Cen Nan first came here, he noticed that this oak tree was very similar to the oak tree in his villa in the United States.When he was abroad, he heard the neighbor’s grandmother talking many times. The oak tree symbolizes eternal love and bestows blessings on lovers. At that time, he always hoped that Liang Muqiu would be by his side, sitting on the oak tree in this small villa. Down, looking at him and smiling.

Now that Liang Muqiu was standing under that oak tree, for a moment, he felt as if he had returned to Chicago, and returned to another track of his life with Liang Muqiu.

He walked over slowly.

The wind and snow in Chicago, the leafy summer in Bencheng, the corridors in the high school sheltered from the rain, the first kiss stolen in the library...

The world has become extremely quiet at this moment, only the rustling sound of the oak tree, like the whispering of Cupid.

He hugged Liang Muqiu into his arms and let Liang Muqiu bury his face on his shoulders, his suit was quickly wet with tears.

He originally wanted to say a lot, and he had already thought about how to comfort his lover, but at this moment, in Liang Muqiu's tears, none of this seemed so important.

He said softly, "Whose little idiot is this? His face is crying."

Liang Muqiu cried even harder.

Obviously he loves Cen Nan, and he can still be a calm and calm adult in front of Ruan Zhuxian, but in front of Cen Nan, he seems to have become a wronged child.

He didn't know where he was going to drive just now, and he didn't have a destination in mind. When he stopped, he realized that he was downstairs in Cen Nan's office.

He wanted to see Cen Nan.

At this time of heartache beyond words, he just wanted Cen Nan to hug him.

"I'm sorry..." He sobbed and said to Cen Nan, "I'm sorry, I didn't find out. At that time, you told me what training camp you were going to attend, and I, I believed it..."

He cried so hard that he couldn't finish his words.

He had been thinking about this question all the way just now, where was Cen Nan when he was tortured in the nursing home.

He pieced together all the timelines, and finally remembered that at the end of winter of that year, Cen Nan sent him a message, saying that he was going to participate in an activity similar to a winter camp, and he would not be able to go into the mountains without a mobile phone for a long time. Can't contact him.

At that time, he was working with his teacher in other places, so he believed it, and just sent Cen Nan what he saw today on his own every day.

A month later, Cen Nan didn't have any video calls or calls with him, only a few sporadic photos, and later, it was time for Cen Nan to break up with him.

Looking back now, the person who sent him a message on the other side of the phone at that time could not be Cen Nan at all.

He hugged Cen Nan and grabbed Cen Nan's shoulders, shaking badly. If he had gone abroad earlier at that time, would everything have been different.

"I..." He broke down in tears, "Why... didn't I go."

Cen Nan patted Liang Muqiu on the back lightly.

He looked up at the oak tree in front of him. This tree had lost its summer greenness in the winter, but it didn't matter. When spring came, the branches would sprout new shoots.

His parents didn't apologize to him, and those who hurt him didn't apologize, but his lover who had been waiting for seven years was saying sorry, hating himself for not coming to him sooner.

Cen Nan lifted Liang Muqiu's face.

Liang Muqiu cried too much, the tip of his nose and eyes were red, his lip was bitten by himself, and it was so swollen, it was really not good-looking.

Cen Nan thought he was very cute, so he kissed him on the forehead.

"Qiuqiu, it's all over," his voice was gentle but firm, "No matter how bad that period was, it's over, just like you said to me, there are no ifs in the world, only results. The result is me Still standing in front of you, you still love me."

If it wasn't for Liang Muqiu's love for him all the time, maybe he wouldn't be able to survive the seven years of birth and separation.

He spied on Liang Muqiu's life abroad through many clues, fantasized about what Liang Muqiu was doing, and selfishly rejoiced that Liang Muqiu was always alone, and he endured like this year after year.

Even if grandma didn't die, he would come back without hesitation after finishing his studies and waiting for his grandma to stabilize.

Because his Qiuqiu is still waiting for him.

He can no longer live up to this man.

He brushed away the sticky strands of hair on Liang Muqiu's cheeks, and said in a low voice, "Qiuqiu, don't apologize. If even you are at fault, then I should be considered unforgivable."

"You are amazing, you saved me."

He is a prisoner who has fallen into the sea of ​​suffering. He should have been pushed into the abyss, but because of Liang Muqiu, he crawled out of the abyss little by little.

When he found out that he was depressed, he was very flustered. He was afraid that he would be too ugly when he returned to Liang Muqiu's side, and he would no longer be the person Liang Muqiu loved.

But that's just a sick daydream.

Now he knows that no matter what he looks like, no matter whether he is poor or rich, beautiful or desolate, his autumn and autumn will always open his hands to him.

He had let him down for the past seven years, and Liang Muqiu only got a hug before writing him off.

"Don't cry," he smiled at Liang Muqiu, and wiped the face of the little crying cat, "It's really over, I don't feel any pain anymore."

From the moment he returned to Liang Muqiu's side, the years-old wound on his heart had healed, leaving only an old scar, which would never hurt again.