Borrowing a Kiss

When Liang Muqiu asked Cen Nan to come and see Maodou, he was being polite, not sincere.

But he forgot that the man at the opposite door was killed with a stick.

He soon paid the price for his soft-heartedness.

Ever since he allowed Cen Nan to come and see Maodou, this person had come to report for five consecutive days.

Cen Nan would not come empty-handed, he would bring fresh cakes and ingredients every time, and sincerely said in his words, anyway, if you make dinner for one person, you can also make dinner for two people. The dinner will be contracted together.

Liang Muqiu sat on the sofa and gnawed on an apple, looking at his back who was busy in the kitchen, his face was neither ugly nor pretty.

Since he moved into this apartment, the kitchen has not been used a few times, the new pot is bright orange, almost unused, and a pile of seasonings are piled on the shelf unused, almost expired.

But Cen Nan had only been here for three days, and his deserted and withered kitchen seemed to have welcomed the owner, and suddenly came to life.

Cen Nan stayed in it calmly, cutting the vegetables with his head down, and picked up the plate casually, not at all cramped as a guest at someone else's house, but as if he regarded this place as his own.

Liang Muqiu clicked and bit off another piece of fruit, feeling an indescribable boredom in his heart.

He got up from the sofa, leaned against the kitchen door and looked at Cen Nan.

Cen Nan was cutting potatoes, noticed him coming, thought he was tired of waiting, and said softly, "It will be ready soon, if you are hungry, there is a cheesecake I bought in the refrigerator, you can eat some first."

Liang Muqiu glanced at the refrigerator.

No need to look, he also knew that his refrigerator was stuffed to the brim by Cen Nan, as if he was afraid that he would starve him.

But in the past few years before Cen Nan appeared, he was used to living alone and lived well.

"I'm not hungry." He said lightly, "I'm just wondering, is your law firm going to close down? Why are you so idle, running to my house every day?"

Cen Nan smiled helplessly.

This means that he is suspected of coming too frequently.

But now he has a thick skin, pretending he didn't hear it, he said calmly, "I will be free recently, although I have accepted a case, but I can work at home, and I can still spare time for cooking."

Liang Muqiu punched the cotton, feeling bored.

He used to be with Cen Nan, both of them were in their early 20s, young and vigorous, no matter how loving they are, no matter how much Cen Nan protects him, they would inevitably quarrel, because the football teams that support different teams can pinch each other on the sofa In the end, he was held down by Cen Nan to beg for mercy.

But after many years, Cen Nan has restrained all his sharpness in front of him, like that cold and arrogant young man who has learned to be gentle and restrained overnight.

But he had heard Cen Nan talking on the phone with his assistant, and he was still the same as before, his style was cold and unreasonable, his voice was obviously not high, and he spoke slowly, which also scared the little assistant on the other end into obedience.

But when it was his turn, Cen Nan seemed to lose his temper.

Liang Muqiu is not a fool either.

Over the years, he has also rejected many men and women who admired him, and those people also gave in in front of him, and even wanted to cheer him up when he said a cold joke.

He lowered his eyes, finished eating the apple, and threw it out like a hooligan, drawing an arc in the air, and just landed in the trash can at Cen Nan's feet.

Then he stopped staring at Cen Nan's cooking, and ran back to the sofa to play games, very much like a landlord who cheated his long-term workers.

But his eyes were fixed on the screen of the mobile phone, but his soul was not on it. He sent several heads, and his teammates scolded him.

He was looking at Cen Nan's back in the kitchen just now, and for a moment, he actually felt that it would be great if Cen Nan was here all the time.

The thought made him shudder.

He knew that he never let go of Cen Nan.

But he didn't expect that he couldn't even stop this short few days.

Cen Nan was like a poison specially prepared for him, once it got on it, he couldn't escape.

After dinner, Cen Nan was fairly self-conscious. He played a ball throwing game with Maodou at his house for a while, and then took the initiative to leave.

But before he left, he handed Liang Muqiu an exquisitely packaged box, and said, "I saw it by accident on the road, and I thought it was suitable for you, so I bought it."

Liang Muqiu looked at Cen Nan, then at the box, took it and opened it.

Inside is a Ferrarida Varese fountain pen with a body made of mother-of-pearl, radiant under the light, lying in the box like an elegant princess.

This is not something you can buy by accident on the roadside.

He has been fond of collecting all kinds of pens since before, and of course he knows all kinds of brands well, and he also knows the value of this pen.

He looked up at Cen Nan, and put the box back into Cen Nan's hand.

"You don't get paid for nothing," he lazily leaned against the door, "I haven't done you any favors, and you can't afford to bribe me."

Cen Nan actually expected this result, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in his heart.

He whispered, "Just a small gift."

However, Liang Muqiu only had three simple words, "I don't want it."

Cen Nan was helpless.

He smiled lightly at Liang Muqiu, "Okay then, I'll accept it when you want it."

Liang Muqiu didn't answer.

It was rare for him to send Cen Nan to the door.

For the past few days, he remained motionless and told Cen Nan to get out of here.

Seeing that Cen Nan was about to go out, he stood on the steps, raised his voice slightly, and said, "I'm not at home tomorrow, so you don't have to come."

Cen Nan looked up at him, "Okay, then I..."

Liang Muqiu interrupted him.

"Not only tomorrow, but also the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. If you want edamame, you can send it to your place for a few days. But although we are old classmates, we are far and close, so we don't want to be friends. Live. Thank you for your dinner these days."

Naturally, Cen Nan could understand the meaning of these words, and his eyes sank for a moment.

He looked at Liang Muqiu who was two steps higher than him.

Liang Muqiu is wearing a light blue sweater today, revealing a beautiful collarbone, short black hair, plain white face, stepping on the floor with bare feet, as if he was still a 20-year-old youth in a trance.

However, upon closer inspection, he was obviously much more mature than before.

At least the Liang Muqiu in the past would not refuse in such a calm and watertight way.

Liang Muqiu even smiled at Cen Nan, "I know you will say that we can still be friends and neighbors, taking care of each other. But I'm sorry, I'm small-minded, and I can't coexist peacefully with my ex."

Since Cen Nan came back, because of his too gentle and natural attitude, the two even deliberately avoided the word "predecessor" when getting along.

It was as if they had never had a relationship, no kisses and hugs in the middle of the night, just two old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

But now Liang Muqiu made it clear.

Cen Nan's face was a little pale under the lamp, he had a handsome face like jade, and once fascinated Liang Muqiu.

Until now, when he looks into Cen Nan's eyes, he still feels pain.

He heard Cen Nan say, "Do you think I'm bothering you, then I can come less."

He shook his head, "No, I just don't want to see you."

Because when he saw Cen Nan, his heart would be shaken, all these years of calmness and restraint were in vain.

He was a little helpless, and said again, "You probably don't want me to move, to be honest, I quite like this house."

He seemed to see pain on Cen Nan's face, that gloomy look that looked like he was about to collapse.But soon, Cen Nan turned his head, his face was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see clearly.

There was silence at the entrance.

Liang Muqiu didn't urge Cen Nan to answer, and stood quietly.

After a long time, he saw Cen Nan put the gift box just now on the shoe cabinet.

"I see." Cen Nan turned his back, "If you don't want to see me, then at least keep this gift, it's useless for me to keep it."

"You don't need to move, and you don't need to hide from me... It's me who should go."

Cen Nan went out and closed the door gently.

His back is still straight.

Click.

The inside and the outside of the door are separated into two worlds.

When Cen Nan left, Liang Muqiu's shoulders instantly collapsed.

He slowly sat on the floor, staring at the closed door in a daze.

When he first met Cen Nan, he also wanted to be a mature adult, stop worrying about the right and wrong of the relationship seven years ago, and just treat it as a past.

He thought about it, he has experienced in these years, and he can be independent at work, and there is no reason why he can't do it emotionally.He should get along with Cen Nan in a moderate manner. This is nothing more than an old lover, not a scourge. If he behaves in a panic, it will reveal that he has not let go.

But now he found out.

He can't.

In the past seven years, he has not forgotten Cen Nan for a single minute, he was just terrified of the pain, so he locked up the memories about Cen Nan, buried them in his heart, and did not touch them.

After a long time, even he himself believed it, and he didn't care about Cen Nan anymore.

But this lie can only last until Cen Nan appears.

From the moment the lighter flame illuminated Cen Nan's face in the bar, his lies shattered like bubbles.

He never forgot.

Liang Muqiu's eyes turned red, and he raised the back of his hand to wipe his eyelids.

He admitted that he was just worthless, as long as Cen Nan appeared around him, he would be affected.

He can't be a mature and personable adult, he has always been emotionally awkward and reckless.

In the past, he only met Cen Nan occasionally and he could barely hold on, but these few days, Cen Nan went straight into his house, talking and laughing at his house, Yan Yan looked at him, it was too similar to the scene he would dream about countless times over the years , Every time he glanced at it, the defense line in his heart would collapse.

Maybe the next second, when Cen Nan waved his hand, he would run over like a puppy, throwing himself into Cen Nan's arms without any future.

That would be embarrassing.

So he could only refuse to meet Cen Nan.

Liang Muqiu sniffed, blinked, and forced back the tears.

"It's too embarrassing." He said to himself, "Why am I crying, who hasn't been blind when he was young."

That's it, he thought, he and Cen Nan had settled the conversation, and since Cen Nan was so proud and knew the meaning of the string song, he wouldn't bother him again.

So they went their separate ways.

But what he didn't know was that just outside his house, Cen Nan didn't leave.

Cen Nan had stood motionless outside the door for half an hour.

He leaned against the door like this, lit a cigarette, and while smoking, he saw that the night was getting dark outside, the evening wind was like fog, and the laughter of children could be heard from downstairs.

Their floors are too high, and the lush trees downstairs cannot be seen from here.

But the small villa he lived abroad had a private garden.

There is an oak tree in the garden.

The neighbor's old German lady told him that the oak tree is regarded as a sacred tree in Europe, and if the newlyweds tie a red rope to the oak tree when they get married, they will be blessed.

The white-haired old lady looked at him gently, "Young man, you must have a lover hidden in your heart. You always look at that oak tree, as if you are missing someone."

He smiled without denying it.

Because the old lady was right.

There is a rocking chair under the oak tree in his yard. He has looked at the rocking chair from the window countless times, thinking that it would be great if Liang Muqiu was here, and he would kiss him like every newlywed husband, and hug him to pick the oak tree. fruit.

Or, he could just be more cruel, don't worry about these things that bind him, he can buy a plane ticket back to China right now, and stay by his loved one's side.

Now he is finally back.

The one he loved, the only one he wanted to marry, was right behind him in this door.

But they still seem to be separated by a piece of the Pacific Ocean.

He came too late.

His lover no longer wants him.