Borrowing a Kiss

    Liang Muqiu looked up at her teacher, as if she wanted to say something, but stopped talking.

    Rowan smiled at him and patted his head.

    "You are luckier than the teacher, and you can find someone you are willing to accompany," Rowan said in a gentle voice, "Teacher, I loved many people when I was young, and the reasons for breaking up were varied. Finally, I found that Still alone."

    He thought about it for a while, and then said, "People grow very well, when you live to my age, you will find the spirit of youth, the love and hate for a while is not very important, the most important thing is, Don’t regret it. You can do anything you don’t regret, such as opening a studio, or having a relationship.”

    Liang Muqiu listened.

    He smiled at Rowan. His father died early, and he grew up happily with his grandmother and mother. He never felt that he was missing anything.

    But Rowan treats him like a teacher and a father.

    He didn't say a word of preference to him, but his actions always spoke about it.

    He didn't know why his nose was a little sour, and whispered, "I remember, thank you teacher."

    Rowan patted him on the back, "Then let's go, don't delay, isn't there someone waiting?"

    Liang Muqiu left Luo Wen's house.

    But the swaying porch lamp under the door still faintly illuminated the way he was walking.

    He drove home and put all the books the teacher gave him to the study.

    And when he put the book away, he stepped out of the house again, walked through a short corridor, and knocked on Cen Nan's door.

    After three beeps, the door creaked open. Cen Nan saw that he had just come from the kitchen, and he appeared behind the door in home clothes. When he saw him, his cold face immediately laughed. "came back?"

    Liang Muqiu smiled unconsciously, "Well, I'm back."

    After dinner, Liang Muqiu was entangled by Cen Nan and slept with him.

    Because he occasionally stays overnight, Cen Nan has a full set of his supplies here.

    Even pajamas are for couples.

    The next day, Liang Muqiu went out to talk to people about work and talked a lot, but she forgot that it was June 1st, and she couldn't think of any gifts or gifts.

    It was not until he walked out of the cafe with his partner this time and received a call from Cen Nan that he remembered such a thing.

    He had already said goodbye to his partner, stood on the side of the road, looked down at his watch, and said directly, "Then come pick me up, I'm on Zhihe Street, on the edge of the crossroads, There's a cafe, and I'm at the door."

    Cen Nan drove out early in the morning. Knowing that he was here to talk business, he parked in a nearby parking lot and waited, and soon drove to Liang Muqiu.

    Liang Muqiu got into the car and laughed at him when he buckled his seat belt, "What are you doing, what's so mysterious?"

    He was curious when he got off the plane, and talked about his work for a day. His mind was full of projects, and he didn't have the energy to think about other things.

    He was still sending WeChat messages while driving.

    But if he pays attention, he will find that Cen Nan's profile is rarely a little tight.

    When passing a street intersection, Cen Nan asked Liang Muqiu in a low voice, "The work is over, you should have no other arrangements. Shall I take you to a place?"

    Liang Muqiu nodded casually, all by his arrangement, "I'm fine."

    This is the promise.

    Cen Nan glanced at Liang Muqiu from the corner of the eye. Liang Muqiu was wearing a linen top and white loose trousers today. The whole person was comfortable and gentle, with a kind and harmless temperament.

    But when he looked at Liang Muqiu like this, he suddenly felt a kind of nervousness about facing the test papers in life. He was always considered to be calm and unhurried, and he did not change his color when the sky fell, and he was sincere and thoughtful, otherwise he would not He would deceive Liang Muqiu to confess first.

    But in this evening, he was carrying his beloved to a distant place, but he was like a student who had been absent from school for a long time, worried for the first time that he would fail his exam paper.

    Liang Muqiu didn't realize where the car was going at first.

    After he finished sending WeChat with people, he raised his head from his mobile phone and swept to both sides, and found that the scenery on both sides of the road became more and more familiar, passing a ginkgo forest.

    He looked at the shop in the ginkgo forest, the garden at the corner, and the looming back door of the school, and finally realized what was wrong.

    He turned around sharply, "Where are you taking me?"

    He didn't pay attention to Cen Nan's words just now, just thought Cen Nan was going to the mall. But now the scenery outside the window is obviously a place he hasn't set foot in for a long time.

    Cen Nan pursed his lower lip, rarely knowing how to answer this question.

    Because the answer is too shallow.

    He honked his horn, motioned for the car in front to give way, and then whispered, "Didn't you recognize it already?"

    He parked the car steadily in the parking space, and not far from the parking space is an old apartment, there is a convenience store on the left side of the apartment building, which is still open for so many years .

    How could Liang Muqiu not recognize where this is.

    The Yulan Apartment, where he and Cen Nan lived for two years, was also his first "home" with Cen Nan.

    This name was cheesy by him before, saying that it was either flowers or grass, but the interior decoration and management were safe and sound, and the baked buns in the convenience store downstairs also tasted good, which calmed his small Small dissatisfaction.

    After Cen Nan left, he has been living here for several years without changing his address. Know it.

    He was afraid that Cen Nan would not find him when he came back.

    But he waited for a long time, but Cen Nan did not come back.

      occur.

    But now Cen Nan has brought him here.

    He looked up at the apartment not far away, and asked Cen Nan, "Why did you bring me here?"

    Cen Nan didn't answer, unfastened his seat belt, got out of the car, went around to the other side, and opened the door for him.

    "Let's get off the bus first." Cen Nan extended his hand to him, as if to invite him to a dinner party.

    Liang Muqiu didn't want to come down.

    He considers himself to be tolerant and open-minded. He loves Cen Nan so frankly. The past seven years have been unforgettable, but he doesn't want to care about it all the time. Then he wouldn't be with Cen Nan at all.

    But Cen Nan stubbornly stretched out his hand, his palm was white and clean, and his tone was almost begging, "Will you come down first?"

    Liang Muqiu thought for a while, but still put her hand on it and got off the car.

    The Yulan apartment has not changed much, it is no different from when he moved out two years ago, even the security guard downstairs is the same.

    Entering the elevator, the elevator is covered with mirrors on three sides, showing two unpredictable faces.

    Liang Muqiu looked at herself in the mirror.

      There are surveillance cameras, so he didn't dare to make too much trouble, but he often fell into Cen Nan's arms by leaning against him.

    But now they are standing here again, but they are two silent adults, no matter how young they look, they are completely different people under the skin.

    The elevator stopped on the seventh floor.

    Liang Muqiu was not surprised at all, he and Cen Nan lived in 706 at the beginning.

    The elevator door opened, and the two walked out together. There were white lights in the corridor. After a few steps, they arrived at the door of the apartment.

    From the moment she saw the house number, Liang Muqiu's heartbeat was so fast that it didn't feel like her own.

    However he pretends not to care about the past, it is fake, just behind this door, he spent a lot of good time with Cen Nan.

    No one but himself knows how much he loves Cennan.

    But he was also here and received a call that Cen Nan broke up with him.

    He couldn't help the soreness in his eyes, and he almost burst into tears, he hurriedly turned his head away, and took a while to hold back.

    "Why did you bring me here?" He couldn't help scolding Cen Nan in a low voice, "You can't choose a better place to visit the old place."

    But he didn't get an answer.

    Turn her head again, only to find that Cen Nan's face is paler than his, his eyes are like a gloomy lake, his mourning is beyond words.

    Cen Nan smiled at him subconsciously, but it didn't look good, "I often dream here when I am abroad, I dream that I still live with you in this apartment, I will go in the morning I'll buy you bean curd and fried dough sticks, go to edamame with you in the evening, you don't allow me to make a sound at home during the final exam week, and throw things at me if it interferes with your review."

    Cen Nan stopped here.

    The muscles on his face seemed to twitch, and he gritted his teeth so as not to reveal his emotions.

    But his voice trembled imperceptibly, "I dream so much, I can hardly tell which is reality. But my house in Chicago is nothing like this, I think The layout is similar, but even the layout is different."

    There is nothing special about this apartment close to the school, in this bustling Ben Thanh, it is ordinary everywhere.

    But here lives his sweetheart.

    The lover he left behind.

    Cen Nan was silent for a while, the corridor was almost dead silent, only the heavy breathing of the two could be heard.

    Cen Nan stretched out his other fisted hand in front of Liang Muqiu and spread it out, with a key in his palm.

    The bronze-colored key with a fluffy corgi **** on it is simply incompatible with Cen Nan's temperament.

    Liang Muqiu just took a look and felt a sour nose.

    The keychain he forced Cen Nan to hang up.

    Seven years later, the city has changed beyond recognition. This ridiculous keychain has followed Cen Nan across the ocean and has traveled to many places, but it is still well preserved.

    But the most ridiculous thing is not this.

    Therefore, no one understands better than him, what kind of emotions do people even take care of these small things.

    Liang Muqiu tilted her head, not wanting Cen Nan to see his red eyes.

    He really didn't understand, how could a man who still carefully keeps a cheap and ridiculous keychain leave him behind for seven years?

    He heard that Cen Nan's voice had lost his usual demeanor, no longer calm, no longer in danger, as if he had changed back to the 18-year-old boy in front of him.

    Cen Nan asked with a trembling voice, "Qiuqiu, can you go home with me?"

    Liang Muqiu's eyes blinked, and a tear still rolled down her cheek, hot.

    The next chapter will open some memories of seven years~