Borrowing a Kiss

    Liang Muqiu was not going to send Cen Nan to the airport.

    It's one thing for him to accept Cen Nan's departure, but it's another thing to watch him go with his own eyes.

    But he woke up before eight o'clock in the morning. He didn't sleep until after two o'clock last night, but now he is extraordinarily awake.

    He lay on the pillow and watched Cen Nan in the dark room with his head down and buttoning his cuffs. A bite mark.

    In the past two days, the color has faded, and it is dark red. To be romantic, it is like a half-open rose, and it also seems to have stamped Cen Nan.

    Liang Muqiu suddenly changed her mind.

    He sat up from the bed, with a tone that couldn't be refused, "Wait for me, I'll take you to the airport."

    Cen Nan was startled and turned to look at him.

    Liang Muqiu sat on the edge of the bed, the soft and messy white quilt was stacked on the waist, and the thin white calf was dangling by the bed.

    Privately, he hoped that Liang Muqiu would not go.

    Liang Muqiu was not the only one tortured by the separation seven years ago.

    But he looked at Liang Muqiu for a while without refuting, "Okay."

    The two had a simple breakfast outside, Liang Muqiu called Liu Fengtao and requisitioned their car.

    He was not very used to Liu Fengtao's car, he was a little stumbling at the beginning, but luckily he arrived at the airport before ten o'clock.

    The two of them didn't speak much along the way.

      It's off right away.

    Arrived at the airport, parked and picked up luggage.

    Liang Muqiu didn't need to get down, but he still pulled out the car key and sent Cen Nan all the way to the terminal.

    The airports in every city seem to look alike.

    lovers.

    Liang Muqiu has reached the security checkpoint.

    Future, he won't be able to deliver.

    Liang Muqiu stopped and took a deep breath. She couldn't tell what she was feeling, and looked at the security check in front of her in a trance.

    Seven years ago, he also said goodbye to Cen Nan. The difference is that he was stuck in Cen Nan's arms and refused to come down. He was not afraid of others watching or laughing. Tears rolled out of his eyes and wet Cen Nan's sweater.

    It was winter, it was cold and bleak outside the window, but it was as warm as spring inside the airport.

    He wiped away his tears with Cen Nan's scarf, murmured and threatened Cen Nan, and let him go abroad to be honest. Bring him roses.

    He thought that Cen Nan would come back.

    Cen Nan was helpless, hugged him and said ok.

    And now is summer, in a blink of an eye, seven spring and autumn have passed.

    The sky was bright in the airport. He was a little taller than he was in his twenties. He looked at Cen Nan for a while, raised his hand and helped Cen Nan straighten the folded shirt.

    "I'll deliver it here, hurry in," he said calmly, "safe journey, remember to say when you arrive."

    It's like saying goodbye to a friend, plain and ordinary.

    But Cen Nan took him into his arms.

    Liang Muqiu was startled, but did not break free.

    This terminal is full of pedestrians in a hurry, no one will pay attention to this small corner.

    Cen Nan hugged Liang Muqiu and rubbed Liang Muqiu's pair of butterfly bones with his palm, feeling that he was really thin.

    The year he left, Liang Muqiu did not seem to be so thin. Liang Muqiu, who was only 20 years old, was raised by him for a winter, his face was still a little round, and his eyes were bright and full Dependent, so good that he doesn't even get angry.

    His chin rubbed lightly on the top of Liang Muqiu's hair.

    "Yandu arrives in Bincheng very quickly, it only takes two or three hours, I will buy wifi on the plane, you can contact me at any time, I will not leave forever, and I will not leave Leave it alone." Cen Nan hugged Liang Muqiu tighter, "Trust me again."

    Liang Muqiu didn't speak, but felt a little warm in her eyes.

    He grabbed Cen Nan's shirt, and the fabric that had been pressed evenly was crumpled by him.

    There is still half an hour to check in, and he can't delay any longer.

    But he hugged Liang Muqiu and said, "I will wait for you to go home at the Royal River Garden. I will pick you up when I come back. I have a gift for you."

    Liang Muqiu's lips moved.

    What did he want to ask, but in the end he didn't ask, and said lukewarmly, "What gift, it's still a while before my birthday."

    Cen Nan didn't tell him, "Let's not talk about it, let's give it to you as a gift for Children's Day."

    I'm all twenty-eight, and it's Children's Day, who are you laughing at?

    Liang Muqiu kicked him.

    He broke away from Cen Nan's arms completely, his eyes were cold, "Stop talking nonsense, if you miss the boarding time, I won't take you in."

    Cen Nan looked at him for a while.

    "You take good care of yourself in Yandu," Cen Nan finally couldn't hold back these clichés, "Don't rely on the heat to turn on the air conditioner all night, eat three meals at a time, and stay up late at night. Contact me anytime if you have anything."

    Liang Muqiu said neither good nor bad.

    He nodded and sent Cen Nan farewell, "Got it, get out."

    Cen Nan smiled helplessly.

    He really left this time, kissed Liang Muqiu on the forehead, turned and left.

    He was walking through the VIP passage, there was no one there at the moment, it was empty, Cen Nan walked all the way, his back was tall and straight, thin and slender, like a page of ink bamboo in an ancient book.

    Liang Muqiu stood there, not moving.

    Cen Nan's back, in his eyes, gradually merged with seven years ago.

    Seven years ago, he seemed to be standing in this position, watching Cen Nan leave him.

    He must come today, because he doesn't want to be trapped in this past, otherwise it would be funny to say it out, some people are afraid of claustrophobic space, some people are afraid of deep sea, some people are afraid of lightning.

    But when it was his turn, he was afraid of the airport and said goodbye.

    What a shame.

    But at this moment, seeing Cen Nan disappear, he still felt breathless.

    Crowded, he sent away his lover once again.

    Liang Muqiu didn't know how long she had been standing there, maybe a second, maybe a century.

      words come.

    But it seems that there has never been a day when the pain is more painful than today.

    He withdrew his gaze with difficulty, no longer being a stone sculpture, and turned to leave.

    But just as he was about to leave the terminal, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

    He took it out and saw that it was a text message from Cen Nan.

    The text message is short, just one sentence.

    "I love you seven years ago and now."

    There is no beginning or end, neither sensational nor pleasant. As a screenwriter, Liang Muqiu wants to personally go into battle to help revise it.

    But he stared at this sentence for a long time, and his eyes kept sore.

    A tear fell on the screen, smearing the word "love".

    "It's really worthless." He scolded himself in a low voice, put the phone back in his pocket, and continued to walk out.

    The sun is shining outside and it is a fine day.