Borrowing a Kiss

    The author has something to say: Cen Nan: Are you surprised or not? Liang Muqiu: tui

    The journey after that was silent.

    I don't know if the alcohol is coming up, Liang Muqiu was really sleepy in the second half of the road, half asleep and half awake, with only a little residual consciousness left.

    It wasn't until Cen Nan parked the car in the underground garage and patted him for a while that he opened his eyes with difficulty.

    "It's home," Cen Nan looked at him, "it's time to get off."

    Liang Muqiu touched the corner of her mouth subconsciously, afraid that she had just slept and drooled, and her old lover would meet in a narrow way, so she still needed face.

    Cen Nan frowned as if he knew what he was thinking.

    "Then what, thank you for sending me back," Liang Muqiu half opened the car door, "It's so late now, I won't invite you to come up and sit down, see you in the future."

    This is obviously a rude politeness.

    He didn't want to invite Cen Nan for tea, and he also thought from the bottom of his heart that he had no relationship with Cen Nan.

    But as soon as he got out of the car, he found that Cen Nan followed him, with a coat on one hand, tall and straight, and stood out in the parking lot.

    He couldn't help raising his eyebrows suspiciously and asked, "What are you doing down here? Do you want to borrow a toilet from my house? There is a public toilet outside the parking lot, so turn left when you go out."

    Cen Nan's mouth twitched.

    Whether it was at school or now, he couldn't keep up with Liang Muqiu's overly lively brain circuits.

    He closed the door, locked the car, and explained slowly, "I forgot to tell you just now, I actually live here too, 1102, 11th floor, Building 8, Royal River Garden."

    After speaking, regardless of Liang Muqiu's reaction, she opened her legs and walked towards the elevator.

    Liang Muqiu was dumbfounded.

    What?

    It was across from his house.

    He watched Cen Nan walk to the elevator, took out his door card and swiped the elevator.

    Yes, it is indeed the access card of their community.

    "Aren't you coming," Cen Nan said calmly, "The elevator is coming soon."

    Liang Muqiu was still immersed in the blow, it was just messy in the wind, it took a while to recover, and reluctantly moved to the elevator.

    He gritted his teeth and looked at Cen Nan's happy face. He only felt that he was exactly the same as high school. On the surface, he was gentle and dignified, but he was actually full of bad water.

    He can swear by his dog son, this man must have done it on purpose, he knew his address early in the morning, but didn't tell him.

    He was really puzzled, and when he got into the elevator, he couldn't help but ask, "How long have you been back to China, how can you live right across from my house with so many residences and districts in Bencheng? "

    Are you doing this on purpose? !

    He didn't say this, he held back, not wanting to appear self-indulgent.

    Cen Nan looked innocent, "I have been flying back and forth at home and abroad for the past six months, and I have no time to see the house. And I have no place to settle in Bencheng, so I entrusted a friend to help me find it. The house. He chose it, not me."

    This is a sounding statement.

    But Liang Muqiu didn't believe a word.

    But he had no evidence, not to mention that Cen Nan had just kindly sent him home, he could only turn his head away from Cen Nan, kept his mouth flat and did not speak, and a picture was reflected in the elevator mirror Puffy face.

    Cen Nan didn't bother him, just looked at him from the corner of his eye.

    When the elevator was about to reach the eleventh floor, Cen Nan suddenly said, "Do you remember, there was a power outage in high school, and we were almost trapped in the library elevator."

    Liang Muqiu was taken aback.

    He glanced at Cen Nan consciously, and Cen Nan just happened to look at him.

    Liang Muqiu certainly remembers.

    Because it was his first time, he had a subtle heartbeat for Cen Nan.

    But he quickly replied, "I don't remember."

    The elevator reached the eleventh floor.

    There are only two residents on the first floor of this community, door to door, with a corridor in the middle.

    Before Cen Nan's "good night" could be said, the door of Liang Muqiu's house slammed shut, mercilessly telling the master's attitude.

    Only Cen Nan was left in the corridor, and there was a row of warm yellow wall lamps.

    Cen Nan stood there for a while and smiled helplessly.

    "The temper is still the same." He said softly, opened the door and returned to his home.

    He turned on the light, the room was really deserted, the furniture was brand new, there was no smoke, like an empty house that no one had visited for a long time.

    On the shelf in the living room, there are many photos, vaguely a group photo of two young people together, which is the only breath of life in the house.

    Liang Muqiu rushed into the house as fast as possible, took a shower, and changed into pajamas, but she was not sleepy.

    He was very sleepy downstairs just now, but was frightened by Cen Nan, and now there is no sleepiness.

    He grabbed his phone and looked at it for a while, and found that Song Wei had sent him a message ten minutes ago. He thought about it and called Song Wei.

    The pick up is quick.

    "Hello, who is it?" Song Wei laughed over there.

     , someone wants to unspoken rules for you."

    "It's not as good as the unspoken rules, anyway, it has some practical value," Song Wei sighed, "It's a long story, I was entangled by a little wolf dog, I look good, but too young Now, I'm embarrassed to start, so I'll block you."

    Liang Muqiu snorted, not surprised.

    Song Wei has the same sexual orientation as him. But since he started working, he has been reclusive, and the chance of getting into trouble has been greatly reduced. Song Wei is different. He is born with a soft face, outgoing and easy to talk, and he is kind to everyone, so there are countless rotten peach blossoms.

    Since college, he has been protecting Song Wei from peach blossoms, and even loaned Cen Nan out to survive the scene.

    Song Wei asked him, "Why didn't you sleep so late, is the party just finished, is it fun, are there any handsome guys?"

    Liang Muqiu just wanted to answer no, but stopped.

    I can't say no.

     "There is one," he rolled over on the bed, looked at the ceiling, and wanted a cigarette again, "You still know this man."

    Song Wei became curious, "Who is it?"

    Liang Muqiu said quietly, "My ex-husband, Cen Nan."

    Song only had time to react.

    But when he realized the meaning of the word "ex-husband", he almost dropped the phone on the ground.

    Liang Muqiu took the phone away with foresight.

    "How could it be possible..." Song Wei didn't quite believe it, "Didn't he settle abroad? Why did he come back suddenly."

    This questioned Liang Muqiu.

    Good question, he wanted to know too.

    "Who knows," Liang Muqiu said, "maybe he found foreign food too unpalatable, or the mother of the motherland. Anyway, he said he was going to live in China."

    Song Wei was even more surprised.

    But he and Cen Nan have never been very familiar. He always felt that under Cen Nan's handsome and outstanding appearance, there was a coldness that separated him from everyone, and he didn't care about anyone - except in front of Liang Muqiu.

    So he is racking his brains now, and he can only recall the general appearance of Cen Nan, holding an umbrella with Cen Nan and bowing his head to kiss Liang Muqiu.

    He shook his head, tossing this picture out of his mind, and finally remembered something.

    "Isn't he still with Ruan Zhuxian?" Song Wei was still angry when he remembered this. He had always thought that Cen Nan was too good to Liang Muqiu until this matter made him think twice It was about to be split, "Did he break up when he returned to China, or did he come back with Ruan Zhuxian?"

    "He's not with Ruan Zhuxian." Liang Muqiu interrupted Song Wei, but he believed that Cen Nan didn't lie.

    Because Cen Nan is disdainful.

    "It may be that the two of them went abroad together, and they are childhood sweethearts. The parents on both sides seem to have intentions too, and the rumor is wrong for some reason," Liang Muqiu said, "But it doesn't matter to me whether he gets married or not. Even if there's no one else. It's always a fact that he broke up with me."

    When he and Cen Nan were still together, he knew that Ruan Zhuxian and Cen Nan were a good match, and their parents had a good relationship.

    If he didn't kill him halfway, Cen Nan's original unmoved appearance, maybe he would think that a marriage of interests would be good.

    Song Wei hesitated for a while on the other end of the phone, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start. At any rate, he was half a witness of Liang Muqiu's love, and he knew how helpless Liang Muqiu was after Cen Nan left.

    In the end he could only ask carefully, "Then how do you feel when you see him..."

    How does it feel?

    Liang Muqiu pursed her lower lip subconsciously, a little absent-minded.

    In the elevator just now, Cen Nan was half a meter away from him, but he seemed to be completely wrapped in Cen Nan's breath, standing uneasy and had nowhere to hide.

    The same is true in the bar, with so many people in the garden, the moment Cen Nan bent down to set fire to him, he subconsciously remembered how Cen Nan bowed his head under the tree and kissed him in college.

    It has been so many years.

    They parted ways long ago.

    But he was still so useless.

    "I don't know, don't ask," Liang Muqiu closed his eyes, "Anyway, we have nothing to do with each other, I don't want to care about him."

    He concealed the fact that Cen Nan lived opposite him, because he knew that Song Wei would definitely jump up.

    "You'd better..." Song Wei also sighed again, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to say it, you know it all. It's been so many years, you should let it go, sleep early."

    Liang Muqiu paused, "Well, you also go to bed earlier."

    Liang Muqiu hung up the phone and lay on the bed, keeping her face up for a long time, motionless.

    He talked to Song Wei originally to relieve the depression in his heart, but when he finished speaking, he found that not only was he in a bad mood, but his heart was still chiseled by a small hammer, causing hidden pain on.

    Of course he also knows that he and Cen Nan have been over for many years.

    But the more he showed his teeth and claws in front of Cen Nan and didn't take Cen Nan seriously, the more disappointed and uneasy he felt.

    Seriously, he has been with Cen Nan since high school, they went to the same university, lived together, dated, and planned the future together, just like every ordinary couple would do .

    He once thought that he would live with Cen Nan forever, they would love each other and grow old together.

    But Cen Nan left halfway and left him alone.

    He still remembers that he received a call from Cen Nan in the apartment they rented together. On the phone, Cen Nan broke up with him neatly.

    Cen Nan had been abroad for a year at that time.

    Even if she wanted to separate from him, Cen Nan was decent, and said in a gentle tone that he was going to settle abroad and would never come back, so he didn't want to delay him.

    It was so nice to say, it gave him plenty of leeway.

    But he didn't want this decency, he cried hysterically like every abandoned person, collapsed and asked if Cen Nan was in love with someone else.

    "I can go to you, Cen Nan, it doesn't matter, I can also apply to foreign schools," he choked with tears, "I'll apply now, soon, you don't want me …”

    But Cen Nan did not answer.

    Cen Nan, who always let him, picked him up and kissed, was silent in his cries, like a Buddha who closed his mouth.

    After a long time, Cen Nan said, "Don't make trouble, we won't get back together if you come. Mu Qiu, follow your pace, live the life you want, don't waste it on me time."

    These are the last words Cen Nan left him.

    Let him live the life he wants.

    If it were the twenty-eight-year-old Liang Muqiu, he would think this was right.

    But at the age of twenty-one he couldn't.

    A life without Cen Nan is not what he wants at all.

    He didn't give up, even if Cen Nan said they broke up, he still studied the process of going abroad and prepared materials, like every desperate young man, to save his lover.

    But when he was preparing all this, he heard that Cen Nan did not go abroad alone, and his childhood sweetheart Ruan Zhuxian also went out together.

    He also heard that Cen Nan and Ruan Zhuxian were engaged.

    It broke his heart more than ten thousand words of breaking up.

    He can bear that Cen Nan doesn't love him, he can work hard to save Cen Nan, but he can't accept that Cen Nan betrays him.

    Liang Muqiu felt a headache when she thought of these messy things in the past, she wrapped herself in the quilt and rolled into a silkworm chrysalis.

    He still remembers that when he first heard the news, he could still pretend to be calm, and when he left the teaching building, the materials and books in his hands were scattered on the floor.

    He squatted on the ground to pick it up for a long time, but because his hands were shaking too much, he couldn't pick it up for a long time.

    Pedestrians who passed by that day would not know what happened to this young man who was squatting on the ground crying bitterly, but they should all feel sorry for him.

    That is, from that day on, he decided to let go of Cen Nan.

    Everything was fine, and he gradually adapted to life without Cen Nan.

    But seven years later, Cen Nan actually appeared in front of him again, and said firmly that he and Ruan Zhuxian had never been together.

    Liang Muqiu buried her face in the quilt, thinking that this is nothing.

    He didn't dare to write such a ridiculous script.

    It's not that popular anymore.