Borrowing a Kiss

    The car drove for almost an hour before returning to the Royal River Garden. Liang Muqiu was a little sleepy in the second half of the day. She didn't have the fangs and claws and bad temper during the day, and she looked sleepy.

    Cen Nan turned to look at him at the red light, only to see Liang Muqiu's eyelids half-closed, the lips he kissed were still rosy, the long eyelashes were hanging down, quiet and well-behaved, It was almost what Cen Nan remembered.

    Cen Nan was reluctant to drive too fast.

    But the long road will come to an end.

    When the car was parked in the basement downstairs of the apartment, Liang Muqiu woke up from her drowsiness, rubbed her eyes, and was a little unhappy that she had not slept enough.

    Cen Nan did not provoke him, he was very satisfied with having dinner with Liang Muqiu today and watching a movie again.

    But when they were waiting for the elevator together, Liang Muqiu's cell phone rang.

    Liang Muqiu took out the phone from his pocket doubtfully, not knowing who would call him at this point, but when he saw the name on the screen, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

    He pressed the answer button and said in dialect, "Grandma, it's so late, what's the matter, why haven't you slept yet?"

    The displeasure between his brows completely dissipated, and he laughed like a child.

    The old man's slow and hoarse voice came from the other side of the phone, "I'll look at you, darling, grandma had a nightmare, I want to hear your voice."

    Liang Muqiu was a little embarrassed and helpless, he was so old, but his grandmother still called him obedient, and everyone laughed when he said it.

    Cen Nan also heard that Liang Muqiu's grandmother was on the other side of the phone.

    Although he never met the old man, he knew that Liang Muqiu had a good relationship with his grandmother.

    He looked at Liang Muqiu with a soft smile on his brows and eyes, he didn't know what to think of, his originally expressionless face suddenly felt a little lonely.

    Liang Muqiu didn't pay attention. He explained in a few words why grandma made the call. Grandma dreamed of a nightmare about him.

    He coaxed grandma in a good voice, "I'm fine, what's there to be afraid of, everyone will have nightmares, I dreamed of the earth exploding the day before yesterday, it's not true."

    Liang Muqiu was always very obedient at this time, and she should do everything, but whether to do it or not is another matter.

    "You go to bed early," Liang Muqiu said, "I'll go back to see you in a while."

    Grandma is at ease.

    After hanging up the phone, Liang Muqiu still had a smile on her mouth. The bad mood of not getting enough sleep a moment ago disappeared, and she was thinking about going back to her hometown next month.

    Cen Nan stared at the floor buttons of the elevator and suddenly asked, "Is it your grandma's call just now, is she okay?"

    "Very good," Liang Muqiu lowered her head and kicked the carpet under her feet, feeling relaxed, "I'm old and strong, I wanted to climb a mountain a while ago, but I was stopped by chance."

    Cen Nan smiled, "That's good, I should spend more time with her when I have time."

    Liang Muqiu thought, that's up to you.

    Immediately he remembered that Cen Nan was also raised by his grandmother, and emotionally speaking, he had deeper feelings for his parents.

    So he subconsciously asked, "Is your grandma okay? Did you visit her after returning home?"

    Cen Nan did not answer immediately.

    The lights of the emergency room flashed before his eyes, the white hospital bed, the tulips outside the window, and a pair of dry and thin hands, which he held in his hands, no longer warm.

    He whispered, "She died."

    Liang Muqiu didn't expect to get this answer, and was stunned on the spot.

    The elevator reached the eleventh floor, and with a ding, the elevator door opened.

    Cen Nan gently touched his shoulder, "Let's go."

    Liang Muqiu followed in a daze.

    When he stood in the corridor, he apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

    He looked at Cen Nan uneasily. It was the first time he was at a loss in front of Cen Nan since the reunion so long.

    Cen Nan reached out and touched his soft hair, "What's there to apologize for."

    Liang Muqiu pursed her lips, looked at Liang Muqiu's eyes, and hesitated.

    Cen Nan seemed to know what he was thinking, and said calmly, "She passed away last fall. She has cancer. She has been in the United States for several years and has tried various treatment options. Still didn't keep it. But I did everything I could, and she passed away peacefully in the end, so even though I was sad, I didn't feel like I couldn't bring it up. I accepted the fact that she wasn't there."

    He spoke very calmly, but there was still a trace of melancholy in his eyebrows.

    It is one thing to accept it, and another to be sad.

    Liang Muqiu regretted it, he didn't have anything to say. Even if he puts aside the relationship between him and Cen Nan, he is not willing to expose other people's scars.

    But it's too late to say anything.

    Liang Muqiu glanced at Cen Nan hesitantly, bit her lip, stepped forward, hugged him lightly, and then released it quickly.

    "Sorry," he said again.

    Cen Nan finally smiled and didn't argue with him, just said, "It's over, I'm fine now. Go back to bed early, I'll be with you today, I am very happy."

    Liang Muqiu nodded, but asked uncertainly, "Then, where is your grandmother buried, do you want me to visit too?"

    He also ate zongzi made by Grandma Cen Nan. This kind-hearted old man was also very kind to him. He could not be indifferent when he heard her death.

    But Cen Nan shook his head, "No, it's not that I don't want you to go, but she was not buried in the country. She stayed in the United States and stayed with my grandfather."

    Liang Muqiu was slightly surprised, but then she remembered that Cen Nan's grandfather was of Chinese descent. He returned to China 30 years ago to work hard, but in his will he stated that he would return to the overseas family to be with his relatives.

    He didn't say anything, went back to his room, when he stepped into the door, he looked back, Cen Nan was still looking at him from behind.

    In the house, the rose that Cen Nan gave him was still open.

    Liang Muqiu went straight to the bathroom to wash.

    When brushing his teeth, his fingers touched his lips, and he remembered the kiss with Cen Nan in the car.

    Liang Muqiu's brushing action slowed down, and her face became a little hot.

    After washing, Liang Muqiu climbed onto the bed wearing pajamas.

    It is May now, and his bed has been replaced with a slightly thinner quilt, a cool blue color, and he is sitting inside wearing white pajamas, like a feather floating in a sea.

    He always used to watch documentaries or books for inspiration before going to bed, but today he didn't look at the kindle, and found that he couldn't calm down. When he recovered, he had already picked up the phone , opened Cen Nan's ins.

    He only discovered Cen Nan's ins by chance last year.

    This person does not post any interesting content abroad. He lives like an ascetic who hides from the world. He occasionally posts photos and very little text.

    There are a lot of messages for him below, Yingyingyanyan, it can be seen that many of them are interested in Cen Nan, but Cen Nan never returns, as if he has no relationship with anyone intersection.

    Liang Muqiu sneered at this behavior, thinking that Cen Nan was prudish, and took Cen Nan's ins as **** to the bottom, pulled out each line and tried repeatedly, trying to read out how well Cen Nan lived not good too.

    Anyway, he has never been lenient, and he can't congratulate his ex on his complacency.

    But in this sparse dynamic, there is one thing that has always impressed him inexplicably.

    It was more than half a year ago, Cen Nan posted a photo on ins, the trees were shady, and it looked like a picture of nothing special.

    But the copy is three words, "It's over."

    Liang Muqiu didn't know why, but her heart jumped when she saw these three words, obviously he should have turned a blind eye to Cen Nan, but he still subconsciously looked at this photo and did a map search.

    Because of the iconic building, he quickly found where it was on the picture.

    When he saw the introduction, his heart sank.

    This is a cemetery.

    Somewhere in the United States on a mountain.

    At that time, he vaguely realized that maybe a colleague or friend of Cen Nan was buried in this cemetery, but Cen Nan did not take the tombstone. Cen Nan was just passing by.

    But now he knows.

    Buried there are not friends and colleagues, but Cen Nan's grandmother, his most important relative in the world.

    The old woman who raised Cen Nan and taught him to grow into a rational and mature adult was buried in a foreign cemetery last autumn.

    And after this photo, Cen Nan's ins was deactivated, and he never posted any updates.

    Six months later, Cen Nan crossed the ocean and appeared in a bar in Ben Thanh.

    Liang Muqiu stared at the phone, unable to explain how she felt now.

    When he peeked at Cen Nan's ins, he cursed Cen Nan in a pitiful way today and soaked in water tomorrow.

    But now, he knows that Cen Nan is really not doing well, but he is not happy at all.

    He looked out the window faintly, and couldn't help thinking, Cen Nan was abroad, staying by his grandma's hospital bed, watching his most important person leave, what kind of mood should he feel.

    Cen Nan always looked fearless and strong. He had been arrogant and stubborn since he was young, and seemed to take everything lightly, but in the face of life and death, he was just a weak ordinary person after all.

    In the end he left nothing but a cold tombstone.