Borrowing a Kiss

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    The end of summer always flies fast, Liang Muqiu is busy with the establishment of a new studio, and it is autumn in a blink of an eye.

    He eventually rented an office building near the city. The place is not big, but it is clean and tidy. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are lush sycamore trees. Enjoy the view by the window.

    Although Liang Muqiu felt that he had saved some money over the years, but he handed over one year's rent at one time, his heart wrinkled and he sighed, as if he had returned to before liberation overnight, the landlord's family There is no food left.

    Cen Nan accompanied him to choose the address. The two of them sat together in the empty studio. He listened intently and earnestly to Liang Muqiu's painting of the cake, listened to Liang Muqiu's various arrangements in the future, and watched Liang Muqiu Waxing Fangqiu stood on the ground three-thirds of the acre, like an old farmer looking at the leeks that were about to be harvested.

    Seeing Liang Muqiu's heartache after paying the money, he flicked Liang Muqiu's ear, "I told you to use my room as an office, but you don't do it. It's too late to regret it now."

    Liang Muqiu gave Cen Nan a melancholy look, "I don't want to put my studio across from my house, there is no distinction between public and private, I feel like I am always at work."

    "Besides," he pursed his lips and muttered, "I don't want to be your little white face."

    Cen Nan laughed.

    Although the two are back together, in terms of money, Liang Muqiu is still financially independent from him.

    He had no choice but to squeeze Mr. Liang's shoulders and beat his back to relieve Liang Muqiu's fatigue from running around in the past few days.

    Liang Muqiu was quite comfortable, holding her head up like a kitten, instructing him, "Pinch a little to the left, a little softer."

    Liang Muqiu finally settled on this office. He also has a few candidates for the newly added screenwriters. Most of them are juniors and juniors who graduated from his school, and they are busy communicating with people recently.

    Everything went well.

    On the day when the studio name was decided, Liang Muqiu was sitting on the balcony drinking with Cen Nan. He drank a little more than usual. Cen Nan wanted to stop him, but was caught He shoots away.

    He pouted and unconsciously acted like a spoiled child, "I rarely drink, you still control me."

    Cen Nan couldn't resist this, Liang Muqiu knew how to treat him from before.

    He unwittingly released his hand from the wine bottle, but he was worried, and emphasized, "Then drink this bottle, don't drink any more, if you drink too much, you will be dizzy tomorrow."

    Liang Muqiu didn't care and took another sip provocatively.

    But he soon laughed again, the autumn moonlight seemed particularly bright, he looked at Cen Nan with flushed cheeks, "Do you know what my studio is called?"

    Cen Nan shook his head, Liang Muqiu had been keeping it a secret these days.

    Liang Muqiu looked at him without blinking, and said softly, "Call, Nanlin Zhiqiu."

    Actually, he can call it Liang Muqiu's studio without having to take this tongue-in-cheek name.

    But in the dead of night, when he was writing and drawing with a pen in his notebook, he found that he still wanted to include Cen Nan in his life.

    Cen Nan missed the years when he went from campus to society, but in the future, he didn't want Cen Nan to miss it again.

    He once had many adventure dreams and imagined many extraordinary experiences between him and Cen Nan.

    But now he feels that it is good to wake up every morning and see Cen Nan by his side.

    The 18-year-old love was a love letter in summer, as sweet and sour as plum jelly, but today's love is like the fruit collected in autumn, and in winter it becomes a glass of wine, suitable for sitting by the fireplace and sipping drink. It is not poetry and distant places that are romantic, and fireworks in the world are also unique.

    Liang Muqiu lightly touched Cen Nan's glass with the glass, the glass and the ice smashed together with a soft crunch, he asked in a low voice, "Do you think it sounds good?"

    Cen Nan took his hand and pressed his fingers on his pulse, which was connected to Liang Muqiu's heart.

    He felt that Liang Muqiu's heart must be very clear.

    Liang Muqiu is always tolerant, gentle, like a lake under the moonlight, clean and bright.

    "It's very nice," said Cen Nan, "I like it very much."

    During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Liang Muqiu still took Cen Nan back.

    In order to avoid scaring his mother and grandmother, he made a video call with his mother in advance while Cen Nan was away.

    Liang Yu was working with flowers and plants, and she was calm when she heard her son say that she had a partner. As an enlightened parent who accepted her son's coming out of the closet for several years, she was too lazy to lift her eyelids.

    "You should have found someone long ago. It's not me who told you. If you are a bachelor at your age, it's shameful to talk about it. If you don't know, they think I've made you so shabby." Liang Yu He complained, but out of a mother's instinct, he asked, "Is your object round or flat? Does it look good, what work does it do, how big, how tall, have I seen it?"

    It seems like a deputy to check the account book.

    Liang Muqiu said, "What you've seen is the same one."

    Liang Yu didn't react for a while.

    But soon I heard Liang Muqiu say again, "My current object is still Cen Nan."

    The watering can in Liang Yu's hand fell to the ground. She was watering a pot of begonias, and with a shake of her hand, she smashed all the flowers that were blooming just right.

    Liang Muqiu knew this was her reaction.

    He was so sad back then that he hid back at home, like a little monster who was injured outside and hid in his lair.

    So his mother saw all his pain and suffering.

    He shouted helplessly, "Mom, listen to me..."

    Liang Yu asked sternly, "What do you say, why are you so useless, you go around or fall into the hands of others, right? You don't know how to hold grudges since you were a child. Don't care, it's okay to be three years old..." She said, and she choked up, "I tell you a fortune teller that you have a rough road, I still don't believe it, I think I gave you such a good life, and you are smart and sensible, you How could it not go well, but it really didn't go well."

    As soon as she cried, Liang Muqiu had nothing to do.

    His mother is actually a very cheerful and gentle person, making her sad, he is really unfilial.

    He coaxed him for a long time, starting from Cen Nan's return to China, talking about Cen Nan's experience abroad, and then talking about how good Cen Nan is to him now.

    Liang Yuhu grimaced, but he still listened.

    Liang Muqiu said to her, "Didn't you tell me, just find someone who is good to me? But Mom, there are people who are good to me, but I only love this person. After meeting him, I really couldn't love anyone else."

    When he said this, he was very calm, his eyes were red, and he looked at Ms. Liang Yu across the phone screen.

    The mother and son are similar in appearance. Although Liang Yu is old, she still has the charm of her youth.

    The two looked at each other as if they were looking in a mirror over time.

    Liang Yu was so choked up by him that she raised this unfortunate child, how could she not know what kind of virtue he was.

    But just because she knew, she realized that she could not stop Liang Muqiu.

    She hung up the video, ignoring Liang Muqiu.

    But two days later, she still texted Liang Muqiu.

    "The Mid-Autumn Festival brought your object back, whether he treats you well or not, whether you say it or not, I will always take a look."

    Liang Muqiu rushed to show it to Cen Nan as if she had been granted amnesty.

    Cen Nan was at work. He was typing well, but when Liang Muqiu finished speaking, his face was blank, and he typed a string of garbled characters.

    He has a strong psychological shadow on the matter of "coming out to his parents". Even if he knows that Liang Muqiu's parents are different from his parents, he is always psychologically like a stress response, afraid of Liang Muqiu Will experience what happened to him all over again.

    But Liang Muqiu happily climbed onto his knees, sat in his arms, bare feet, and said to him, "Look, I knew my mother could figure it out."

    Cen Nan looked at the few lines of words on the screen of the mobile phone, and then looked at Liang Muqiu's smiling face, and the words fell silent again.

    Liang Muqiu put his arm around him, "Would you like to go back with me?"

    He was silent for a long time before saying goodbye.

    No matter what happens this time, at least he will be by Liang Muqiu's side.

    He will not let Liang Muqiu suffer any damage.

    But beyond Cen Nan's expectations, Liang Muqiu's mother and grandmother did not embarrass them.

    Liang Muqiu's grandmother was a very kind old lady, wearing a cheongsam and sitting on a rocking chair, she saw Liang Muqiu smile and her eyes curled up.

    As soon as he saw it, he felt that this old lady was a bit like his grandmother.

    Grandmother called Liang Muqiu by her nickname, her voice was gentle, she turned to see him, stunned, but also smiled, "This is Xiao Cen, she looks good and energetic."

    This is the first time in his life that Cen Nan has received such an evaluation.

    Liang Muqiu's mother, Ms. Liang Yu did not have such a good temper. Liang Muqiu only got a blank eye when she rubbed against her, but she still maintained her courtesy towards Cen Nan, a guest. The gifts that Nan brought were not thrown out of the house either.

    During dinner, Liang Muqiu was the most active person at the dinner table, twittering to report his recent work situation, but before he said a few words, Liang Yu slapped his chopsticks, "Shut up, eat, You have the mouth."

    Liang Muqiu fell silent.

    Grandma hurriedly went to take pictures of her daughter, "What are you fierce? Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and today is Qiuqiu's birthday, why are you like this."

    Liang Yu did not speak with a sullen face.

    Cen Nan knew that he was the one who didn't want to see him, but he couldn't help Liang Muqiu's scolding, and squeezed Liang Muqiu's hand gently under the dining table.

    After dinner, while Liang Muqiu and grandma were chatting in the yard, Cen Nan took the initiative to find Ms. Liang who was still in the kitchen.

    He took the initiative to walk to Liang Yu's side and help cut the fruit.

    "Auntie," he called him politely. He hadn't dealt with the elders for many years, and he became careful when he spoke, "I know you are very dissatisfied with me, and I have nothing to prove. my own."

    Liang Yu chopped an apple next to her.

    "I don't want to defend myself, but in the future, I will have a good time with Qiuqiu, I know what he likes to eat, know that he is prone to cold and stomachache, and know that he is allergic to mango Be careful with rashes, and know that he is used to staying up late and should pay more attention to urging him to go to bed early." Cen Nan said these trivial matters, a little smile appeared in his eyes, he was not a patient person before, but taking care of Liang Muqiu made him very happy.

    Liang Yu's apple-cutting hand stopped, her face was tense, she didn't know what she was thinking.

    "I have been abroad for all these years and have never forgotten him. I know that I have nothing to give him, so although he does not care, in my will, he is the only designated heir. If he wants to get married , I can take him abroad. If I want to be in China, I will sign a guardianship agreement with him. I don't know how I can be worthy of him..." Cennan paused, "but I love him."

    I love you three words, anyone can say, cheap like a bubble floating in the air.

    But other than this sentence, he doesn't know what better way to express himself.

    Liang Yu was silent for a long time, the fruit knife fell and fell several times, and finally nailed it on the chopping board.

     "My son likes you, I can't stop it, and I don't want to be the queen mother who beats the mandarin ducks. I have one request for you, don't bully him. This child is stupid, he will give up his mind, he will treat you wholeheartedly if he sees it. One day if you don't love him, then you have to get together and leave."

    She asked for it.

    Is a mother who is worried about her son's future and has no choice but to compromise.

    Cen Nan looked at her and found that she and Liang Muqiu really looked alike, especially her eyes, which were as bright as the moon.

    "I remember," Cen Nan said, solemnly, "but there won't be that day."

    Liang Muqiu chatted with her grandmother in the yard, and used a fan to chase away mosquitoes for her grandmother. By the way, he complained that his love life was so rough, and his mother loved him so much, why couldn't he give his son a little support.

    Grandma was there, squinting her eyes and said, "You don't know your mother yet, what are you afraid of."

    Liang Muqiu thought, if only it were that easy.

    But soon, he saw his mother and Cen Nan come out one after the other, Cen Nan was carrying two plates of fruit and placed them on the stone table, four people could eat fruit at the same time While watching the moon.

    Liang Muqiu was shocked to see that Cen Nan inserted an apple and handed it to his mother, but his mother hesitated, but actually took it.

    He blinked his eyes to make sure that he really read it right, and then looked at Cen Nan with joy.

    Cen Nan also looked at him, smiled, and once again gently hooked Liang Muqiu's pinky finger under the stone table.

    He is not as proficient in literature as Liang Muqiu, and is used to writing prose, but at this moment, he thinks of a poem for no reason.

    "A husband and wife are married, and there is no doubt about love."

    When the desk was pulled down and held hands, Liang Muqiu should be his lover.

    Liang Muqiu's grandmother sat next to her and clearly saw the little movements of the two young people, but she thought she was presbyopia and calmly looked away.