Borrowing a Kiss

    The author has something to say: I can eat some candy later~

    Liang Muqiu fled home in a panic, his chest heaving violently with his breathing, it was only a ten-meter corridor, but he was exhausted like running a marathon.

    Edamame was probably awakened by the sound of his door closing, and a few whimpering of dissatisfaction came from the living room, and then it was quiet again.

    But now Liang Muqiu can't care about coaxing it.

    He leaned back against the door, his body arched slightly, too tired to speak.

    The alcohol he drank at the party seemed to still flow through his limbs, he was clearly sober, but he still felt sore all over.

    After resting for a while, he lifted his foot and walked in, but when he glanced over the shoe cabinet, he stopped again.

    On the shoe cabinet was the pen that Cen Nan gave him a few days ago. He didn't want to accept it, but he didn't want to mess with Cen Nan again, so he kept it here, pretending it didn't exist.

    No one cared for several days, and this gift box seemed dim.

    But he stared at the gift box for a while, then slowly reached out and picked it up, opened the lid, the white mother-of-pearl pen inside was still brilliant under the light, like a cold gem, Also like a sleeping princess.

    Liang Muqiu's eyebrows were gently twisted together.

    Cen Nan gave him a pen because he knew he liked it, but Cen Nan never knew why he started collecting pens.

    He never told Cen Nan, like he kept an unknown secret.

    He started collecting pens because Cen Nan once held his handwriting one afternoon in his senior year. He always felt that Cen Nan's handwriting was very beautiful, vigorous and smooth, and his own handwriting was like a chicken pecking at rice, and he would be deducted two points for the test paper.

    Cen Nan smiled, put the pen in his hand, leaned down, and held his hand, "Then I'll teach you."

    Cen Nan's breathing sound was in his ear, soothing and calm.

    At that time, he had already discovered that he had a crush on Cen Nan, his heartbeat was so fast that even he was afraid, and his ears could not stop burning, for fear that Cen Nan would see his mind, and that he would really see not come out.

    After a few minutes of confusion, he heard Cen Nan say, "Okay, let's practice."

    Cen Nan's hand was released from the back of his hand.

    He recovered in a trance and looked at the snow-white paper.

    On the paper it was written—

    He and Cen Nan have never been foolish.

    But when he saw this line of words that day, he suddenly felt blessed and understood the meaning behind it.

    He turned his head to look at Cen Nan's eyes, suspecting that this man who was always calm and calm actually liked himself.

    He guessed right.

    In that sunny afternoon, the heartbeat was chaotic, and he was not the only one.

    It has been ten years since his senior year.

    Cen Nan once again said that he loves him.

    And like ten years ago, he was as hopeless as a drum.

    Liang Muqiu stayed in the porch for a while, then took the pen and went back to the bedroom.

    When taking a bath, he found that his lips were also broken. When he bit Cen Nan too hard, he even bit himself together. Now the blood has coagulated, but it still hurts when he is involved.

    Liang Muqiu scolded shamelessly in her heart.

    He brushed his teeth and climbed into bed in his pajamas, but of course he couldn't sleep.

    It is clear that Cen Nan can no longer be seen, but in Cen Nan's bedroom just now, according to what he said, Cen Nan's kiss on his lips seems to be still in front of him.

    Cen Nan said that as long as he donates a little love, he can do whatever he wants to himself, no forgiveness, just a chance to pursue him.

    God knows how much effort it took for him to stop himself from saying good things when he was lying on Cen Nan's bed.

    He can deceive everyone, he can tell everyone that he doesn't love Cen Nan for a long time, and he doesn't care who Cen Nan is.

    But in such a quiet night, he couldn't deceive himself.

    He loves Cen Nan.

    From the time he was written by Cen Nan in his arms in the third year of high school, and now seven years after he was broken up by Cen Nan, he has always loved this person.

    He didn't want to recall the stupidity he had committed in the past seven years. Into the bed and fell asleep.

    But obviously, after such a thrilling day, he couldn't sleep well anyway.

    When she woke up the next day, Liang Muqiu was not surprised to find that she had two more dark circles under her eyes, and her appearance was reduced to nine points.

    Liang Muqiu looked in the mirror for a while, very upset, and felt that if he continued to toss like this, he would face disfigurement sooner or later.

    He looked down at his watch, it was still early, it was only six o'clock, and he decided to buy breakfast after a long absence.

    When he passed the living room, Edamame hadn't woken up yet, and was sleeping soundly in the kennel. He squatted and looked at the edamame for a while, reached out and touched the dog's son's belly, smiled, and then stood up again to prepare to go out.

    But he just opened the door.

    The sky was misty outside, and in the morning of early summer, the wind was a little cold, mixed with the humidity of vegetation.

    He found an unexpected visitor standing outside his house.

    And when he heard the sound of his door opening, this man opened his eyes like a leopard waiting for his prey.

    The two looked at each other and didn't rest well when they saw it.

    Liang Muqiu didn't even bother to think about whether Cen Nan's behavior was worth calling the police, he subconsciously took a step forward, and wanted to touch Cen Nan's hand to see if he was cold, but only when he reached out did he feel Nope, back again.

    "What are you doing outside my door, are you a doorman?" He looked at Cen Nan in disbelief, "How long have you been here?"

    A moment of guilt flashed in Cen Nan's eyes, he lowered his head and did not speak.

    Compared to yesterday's crazy and gloomy appearance, he feels very good today, wearing a white T, his face is pale, like a small white lotus with low eyebrows.

    But Liang Muqiu has long stopped eating this set.

    If he is fooled again, he will take the surname of Cen Nan.

    He couldn't wait to answer, but he had already reacted in his heart. He looked at Cen Nan in disbelief, "Aren't you... guarding me here, afraid of me leaving? "

    Cen Nan looked up at him, did not speak, and acquiesced.

    Liang Muqiu just felt ridiculous.

    "What time do you stay outside?" He looked Cen Nan up and down, "Are you sick, even if you can block me for a day, can you block every day?"

    "I know." Cen Nan's voice was also hoarse, like a worn bamboo flute in the morning wind, "But I can't sleep, I always feel that maybe when I open my eyes, you is no longer there."

    He raised his eyes and looked at Liang Muqiu, the fierceness of last night faded away, and he became a gentle gentleman again during the day, just waiting for Liang Muqiu to raise his sword.

    It's ridiculous to say that, he just walked away and threw Liang Muqiu behind him.

    Now the scene is reversed, but he does not allow Liang Muqiu to do so.

    Liang Muqiu also obviously remembered this incident, and the corner of her mouth raised a mocking arc.

    He didn't want to buy breakfast anymore. He took a few deep breaths, looked out the window at the foggy mist, and looked at Cen Nan. It probably rained last night, and the humidity in the air was far higher than usual.

    Cen Nan stood outside his door for a long time, his face and lips were white.

    Liang Muqiu had no idea.

    For a few minutes, this corridor was almost stagnant. Liang Muqiu wanted to have a cigarette, but he only had a mobile phone in his pocket.

    He bit his lip and whispered, "Are you so interesting, Cen Nan? If I really want to leave, I will stay away from you. The city, or like you, go abroad and fly far away, so that you can't find me."

    As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Nan looked up at him in a panic, as if he wanted to say something.

    But Liang Muqiu didn't want to hear it.

    Liang Muqiu closed his eyes, suddenly burst out, grabbed Cen Nandi by the collar, pressed him hard against the wall, collided with his back against the wall, making a dull thud one sound.

    "I don't need you to promise me anything, I don't need you to stay outside my door like a bereaved dog, I don't care," Liang Muqiu's eyes were still red, but he stared fiercely Cen Nan, "you said you wanted a chance to pursue me, and I'll give it to you. But as you said, we are not equal, and I will accept the pursuit of others. I can torture you, I may I will promise you, maybe never. I want you to get out, I want you to show up, I want you to show up..."

    He clearly said harsh words, but he choked up when he said this, and grabbed Cen Nan's clothes in pain.

    He didn't hesitate or didn't understand what he said.

    But from the moment I saw Cen Nan in the bar, he had already lost a crushing defeat, it couldn't be more ugly.

    He looked at Cen Nan through gritted teeth, "I don't want to forgive you, don't listen to your difficulties, I don't want to know if you regret leaving me. I just want to get revenge on you. "

    After he finished speaking, he let go of Cen Nan's hand, but the tears rolled out of his eyes tremblingly and slid down his face. It was him who wanted revenge.

    It was him who cried so pitifully.

    And Cen Nan looked at him for a long time.

    He got the result he wanted, and his Qiuqiu finally softened and forgave him like the most sympathetic king, but he was not happy at all.

    He stretched out his hand, took Liang Muqiu into his arms, and gently kissed his crying red eyes.

    "Don't forgive me." He whispered, "I'm so bad, I left you alone for seven years, don't forgive me."