Borrowing a Kiss

    The author has something to say: In the past seven years, Liang Muqiu wanted to go to Chicago the most, while Cen Nan wanted to go to Bencheng. (Sorry, I have something to do in the past few days, so I haven't updated it for two days. I will try to make up for the lost updates in the future)

    I ate dinner at Liang Muqiu's favorite private restaurant.

     Fruit, but always feel that something is wrong.

    He really liked the restaurant.

    But why, it is said that Cen Nan, who has just returned to China, will also know and do what he likes.

    He picked up a dry fried mushroom and looked suspiciously at Cen Nan's face, as if to stare Cen Nan into a hole.

    "Why did you find this store?" Liang Muqiu asked, "I thought you were not so familiar with Bencheng now."

    Cen Nan calmly said, "If Ren Qihan recommended it, I also applied for membership."

    Liang Muqiu still felt strange.

    From the moment Cen Nan appeared at the door of his house, he suspected that Cen Nan had planned for a long time, and it could be said that he was deliberate.

    But he has no evidence, so he can only continue to eat.

    Fortunately, today's dishes are very suitable for his taste. The restaurant has just updated the menu and launched a spring set menu, especially the dessert after the meal, which makes him happy both physically and mentally.

    Cen Nan is only ordinary about desserts, but his eyes are full of tenderness when he looks at Liang Muqiu.

    When he was in high school, he often went to buy Liang Muqiu cakes, chestnut cakes, glutinous rice cakes, and new strawberry puff pastry for Liang Muqiu. Keep an eye out for teachers who may appear by the window.

    Students in the classroom are doing homework, peeking at mobile phones, and passing small notes.

    He was the only one who helped with math problems and looked sideways at Liang Muqiu, who was hiding behind a book to steal cake One lick, rolled in.

    Innocent and ignorant, pure and full of temptation.

    Cen Nan, who was 18 years old, was full of yellow waste.

    The mathematical equation in the pen was not finished, and it turned into Liang Muqiu's name on the paper.

    This is his sweetheart.

    Cen Nan stared at Liang Muqiu opposite, sighed slightly in his heart, and changed his posture, his eyes even a little melancholy.

    I don't know how long it will take before he can hold Liang Muqiu in his arms again.

    Maybe his eyes were too aggressive.

    Liang Muqiu raised her head from the cake, with the spoon still on her lips, and asked, "What's the matter, there is something on my face?"

    Cen Nan shook his head and smiled, full of the temperament of a gentle scum, "No, I just want to see you."

    After dinner, Cen Nan drove Liang Muqiu to a movie.

    Liang Muqiu thought she was at the nearest cinema, but Cen Nan's car drove straight past, and it was getting further and further away.

    He asked, "Where are we going?"

    Cen Nan said, "You will know when you arrive."

    Liang Muqiu didn't ask again.

    After arriving at the location, he discovered that Cen Nan had brought him to an open-air drive-in theater. It was now 8:30, and there were already a lot of cars in the parking lot.

    Cen Nan changed his car today, driving an SUV, so he parked in the back, he stopped the car, turned his head and asked Liang Muqiu, "Is it ok here?"

    Liang Muqiu took a milk tea straw in her mouth, glanced around the arena, and made a noncommittal "um".

    Of course he likes it.

    When he and Cen Nan went to college, they often went to drive-in theaters. The hands below were also tightly clasped together, and he had to stuff half of the snack into Cen Nan's mouth.

    Liang Muqiu thinks back on his own, and also feels sore teeth. I don't know why he was so in love in the first place.

    Seven years later, the drive-in theater has also been updated and upgraded, and the environment is much better than the two of them back then.

    He took a sip of milk tea and asked, "What's on today?"

    Cen Nan untied the seat belts for himself and Liang Muqiu, and replied, "Old movie, Roman Holiday."

    It's really an old movie.

    The noble princess fell in love with an unknown reporter, and it was destined to be an absurd and unacceptable relationship from the moment they met. And this love really only existed for one day. After dawn, the two of them returned to their life tracks.

    Liang Muqiu has actually seen it more than once, but he doesn't mind watching it again, he always likes to revisit these black and white movies.

    He put the car seat flat, half leaned on it, ignored Cen Nan, and watched a movie comfortably while drinking milk tea.

    Although she knew the ending of the movie for a long time, when the princess said that her favorite city was Rome, Liang Muqiu still felt a little sigh.

    What she loves most is not Rome, but the person she met in Rome.

    But she couldn't say it.

    All she can say is that she loves Rome.

    When he saw the princess shaking hands with all the reporters in order to shake hands with the people she loved, he didn't know why, so he glanced sideways at Cen Nan, and Cen Nan was also looking at him, The two people's eyes met, obviously there was nothing special, but Liang Muqiu didn't know why his back was numb.

    Liang Muqiu looked away, but it was difficult to focus on Hepburn's stunning face.

    He was once asked where he wanted to go if he traveled.

    He was dealing with work, and he was absent-minded, but he blurted out, "Chicago."

    The colleague smiled and asked him, "Why do you want to go abroad?"

    He was stunned for a moment, then laughed and perfunctory.

    But he knew why.

    Because Zenan is in Chicago.

    That strange city on the other side of the ocean has his lover.

    It was this place name that he blurted out.

    At the most painful time, he even hated the city and why it took away his lover.

    But he clearly knew that the fault was not anywhere, it was Cen Nan who wanted to go.

    And now, Cen Nan has returned, back to his side, the word Chicago quickly lost its magic power and became an empty place name on the map.

    Liang Muqiu tightened his hand holding the milk tea cup, and he glanced at Cen Nan again.

    In the dim car, Cen Nan's silhouette is as carved, and every line is impeccable.

    This person is obviously by his side, but maybe the separation is too long, he always feels unreal, as if there is a dream in front of him, he returned to the university and came to the drive-in theater with Cen Nan , and when the sun rises, this theater, this car, and Cen Nan will all disappear.

    Liang Muqiu's eyelashes blinked, and the calm mood that lasted all night disappeared, even a little irritable.

    He still couldn't face Cen Nan calmly.

    The rift of these seven years cannot be repaired overnight, nor is it that he said that if he gave Cen Nan a chance, they could immediately put aside their old grievances and restore their old friendship.

    As long as he can't forgive Cen Nan and accept the fact that he was abandoned, he will have countless such moments.

    Even if he was really with Cen Nan, he would still be brooding, and he couldn't let go of Cen Nan and himself.

    This made Liang Muqiu even breathing dignified.

    He felt uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart, lowered the window, and opened a slit to let himself breathe.

    Cen Nan noticed his movement and looked over.

    Liang Muqiu pretended not to know, propped her chin with one hand, and watched the final parting of the movie absentmindedly.

    In a few seconds, he heard Cen Nan ask, "Is milk tea good?"

    Liang Muqiu frowned, didn't want to speak much, and popped out two words, "It's okay."

    Cen Nan asked again gently and politely, "Then can I taste it?"

    Liang Muqiu was stunned for a moment, and felt that this request was inexplicable. The milk tea was cold, and he drank only a little.

    Cen Nan took it and put it on the cup holder, but didn't drink it.

    The movie is over and the ending song is playing.

    "GuessIcouldfindsomebodytoo,

    ButIdowantnoonebutyou.

    …”

    "Maybe I can find someone new, but I don't want anyone but you."

    The movie is over.

    The cars around them were leaving one after another.

    Only the time in this car seemed to freeze.

    Liang Muqiu even forgot to blink, staring at Cen Nan's closed eyes and eyelashes.

    I don't know how long it took before Cen Nan let go of him, but he didn't go back. The two were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

    Cen Nan still stared at Liang Muqiu's soft and moist lips, and whispered, "It smells of white peach."

    White peach-flavored milk tea, seven-point sweetness, nothing is enough to be boring.

    Liang Muqiu's hand clenched on the edge of the seat and released it again.

    He should be angry.

    Cen Nan, this **** is still unrepentant. If he kisses him, he kisses him. He has absolutely no gentlemanly demeanor and self-consciousness of his suitors.

    But Liang Muqiu's face slowly turned red.

    He pursed his lips and cursed in a less imposing manner, "Who allowed you to kiss me? You bastard."

    His swear words are really poor, and it is this sentence over and over again.

    Suffice it to say that he has been a good boy since childhood.

    Cen Nan had already sat back in his seat, but after being scolded by him, he couldn't restrain himself from laughing. He doesn't laugh like this often, the corners of his lips are frivolous and indifferent, but his eyes are hot and hot, with a deep affection that cannot be ignored.

    He stretched out his hand and grabbed Liang Muqiu's hand lightly, apologizing not very sincerely, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back. I wanted to kiss you the first time I saw you when I returned to China, and I have endured until now. I'm already in trouble."

    Seeing Liang Muqiu's complicated expression, he thought about it and added another sentence.

    "I haven't kissed in seven years. If your kissing skills deteriorate, please forgive me."

    He said it sincerely.

    Liang Muqiu held her breath in her chest, and was so shocked by this shameless remark that it took a long time to slowly spit it out.

    Or else say that capitalism really hurts people, Cen Nan was also called a noble one back then. He was corrupted by capitalism for several years, and now he has more than doubled his thick skin and black heart. .

    He looked at Cen Nan sullenly, and deliberately said, "It's really bad enough, I don't know if you kissed for the first time in seven years, but I'm not, everyone I've met in the past is Better than your kissing skills."

    Cen Nan just smiled, not angry, and started the car, "Then I have to work hard."

    Liang Muqiu was speechless, worked hard, where to work hard, did he agree?

    He didn't want to pay any more attention to this person, he turned his face and looked at the speeding scenery outside the window.

    The wind from the summer night blew in from the gap in the car window, tugging at his forehead.

    Although he put on an unhappy face, the illusory feeling that Cen Nan might not be real a moment ago had disappeared into the air.

    He really felt that this was not a dream.

    Cen Nan is also not in Chicago, just by his side.