Borrowing a Kiss

    After watching the movie, I found out that it was snowing outside.

    Bencheng is not a snowy city. Although there are always a few games every year, it is difficult to accumulate a thick layer of snow, which is thinly spread on the ground and melted at dawn.

    Liang Muqiu and Cen Nan walked home holding hands, because it was past twelve o’clock, and there were a lot fewer people nearby, but there were still people selling fluffy headbands at the street corner. The look of fox ears.

    Cen Nan took a few glances and bought one.

    Liang Muqiu was still watching the fun and didn't know what Cen Nan did with this, but turned around and put Cen Nan on Liang Muqiu's head, took a step back, admired for two seconds, "Not bad."

    He wanted to reach out and take it off, but Cen Nan refused, grabbing his hands, "It's beautiful."

    It's really nice.

    Liang Muqiu was originally a beautiful face, and she was clean and delicate. Although she was not as ignorant as she was when she was seventeen or eighteen years old, she also had the laziness and well-behaved of a fox.

    Cen Nan said, "Do you remember, one year in college you went to attend the Christmas party of the Academy of Arts and was caught wearing kitten ears."

    He happened to have something to do that day, Liang Muqiu went first, and by the time he went to the Christmas ball, Liang Muqiu had already been brutally murdered, wearing kitten ears and surrounded by people to take pictures, the girls endured He couldn't stop rubbing his ears and pinching his face, smiling like he was a mascot.

    Liang Muqiu was well-dressed that day, with a white plush coat and white fleece on the collar, surrounded by circles, she was really pitiful and helpless.

    However, Cen Nan was not angry that day. He also felt that Liang Muqiu was too cute, but he was very stingy and did not want others to touch such a lovely Liang Muqiu.

    He raised his hand and touched Liang Muqiu's cheek, "You are as cute as the university now."

    Liang Muqiu can't remember, too many things happened in the university, and he has graduated for several years, these details are like the moon in the mirror, all scattered into a fog.

    But he remembered something else.

    He remembered going out to the movies with Cen Nan in college. It was also winter. After twelve o'clock, his shoes were a little small and his feet hurt when he walked. Cen Nan carried him all the way. Magnolia apartment downstairs.

    He was nineteen at the time.

    He rolled his eyes and said, "You can wear it if you want. I'm tired and don't want to leave. You carry me back."

    He glanced at Cen Nan's waist maliciously, "but if you can't carry it, I won't force it. When you're older, you're no better than a young man."

    Cen Nan raised his eyebrows, which man can stand this kind of provocation, he squeezed Liang Muqiu's face, "No beating for three days, go to the house to uncover the tiles. Go back and give it to me. wait."

    After finishing speaking, she turned around in front of Liang Muqiu, half bent down, revealing her broad back, "Come up."

    Liang Muqiu laughed a little, and there was no one around, so she jumped onto Cen Nan's back.

    Cen Nan steadily carried him on his back, and even turned around under the street light to frighten him, Liang Muqiu buried his head on Cen Nan's shoulder, couldn't help laughing all the time, scolded, "You don't childish."

    Of course it is childish, but love makes people unconsciously childish.

    Outside, you need to always be personable, mature and steady, never willing to show weakness, but when you come back to your loved one, you will unconsciously let go of your guard and show your childish side.

    It's not far from their home, Cen Nan felt that the road seemed to end in a short time.

    Cen Nan was helpless, "Be careful of falling down again."

    Liang Muqiu was not afraid, leaned down and put his arms around Cen Nan's neck, feeling very safe.

    When fast forwarding into the residential area, Liang Muqiu thought that he was still embarrassed, and got off Cen Nan again, otherwise if he ran into a neighbor or something, his old face would be thrown into Siberia.

    Cen Nan saw his thoughts at a glance, and gave him a teasing look.

    None of them noticed that under a tree not far from them, a black car was parked with a license plate from a foreign country. On this snowy winter night, they didn't know How long did it stop.

    If Cen Nan hadn't put all his thoughts on Liang Muqiu and raised his head a little, he might have noticed that his parents were sitting in the car.

    Gu Jinxiu sat in the back seat, looking downstairs in the apartment, which had regained its calm, her son and the young man named Liang Muqiu had already left.

    She waited here for a few hours before seeing them come back, but in the end she didn't step forward and just looked in the car for a few minutes, as if they were not mother and son, but A pair of strange strangers.

    In the past, she always felt that she was invincible. Her life was full of flowers and everything went according to her wishes, but in the past few years, she suddenly realized that some things are beyond her control.

    Like Cen Nan, the son she has always been proud of, who he wants to love, no matter how many years she spends, she can't change it.

    Besides this young man named Liang Muqiu, she has never seen Cen Nan smile so tenderly.

    She lowered her eyes, obviously it wasn't cold in the car, but she closed her shawl and said calmly, "He really likes that child."

    The front row is her husband, Cen Nan's father.

    Cen Yuanxiao has a face quite similar to Cen Nan, but Cen Nan combines the beauty of his mother's facial features, and is more gentle and handsome than him, but the outlines of the father and son are similar.

    Even though he is over fifty, Cen Yuanxiao looks handsome and elegant, but he already has white hair on his temples.

    He heard his wife's voice, and after a long silence, he uttered, "Something that is worthless is pinched in the palm of your hand."

    Gu Jinxiu frowned, but did not deliberately refute him.

    She was in the back seat, holding her arms, and the shawl shrouded her whole body, looking extra thin.

    There was no expression on her face. She had just met her son who had almost broken with them, but she and her husband seemed to lack that kind of love and compassion in their nature, and so far they have not been able to say anything that is willing to compromise with their son .

    But she couldn't help but think of what Cen Nan looked like just now. She came over from the street lamp and reached out to brush the fine snow from Liang Muqiu's hair. Suddenly came back to life, and learned the passions and desires for one person.

    She laughed at herself, not knowing how she and Cen Yuanxiao had such a relationship.

    Snow grains caught in the wind, knocking on the window, she whispered, "Let's go, he won't come down again, if he doesn't go, he might see this car from the window already."

    Cen Yuanxiao frowned and stared out the window in a trance.

    When Cen Nan was a child, he also loved him in his arms. When this child was born, he was full of pride and stared at his sleeping face by the cradle, not knowing what to name it.

    But in the end, it ended like this.

    His face was tense, and he didn't know who to blame. Blame this young man named Liang Muqiu for appearing, disrupting all the good life of Cen Nan, or blame him for fighting with Cen Nan , pushing this son farther and farther.

    Now, Cen Nan will not look back.

    He already has his own lair in the wind and snow, and someone will wait for him to return home.

    Gu Jinxiu did not answer.

    Will Liang Muqiu live with Cen Nan, she doesn't know, but she remembered Chicago more than six years ago, Thanksgiving was coming, Cen Nan was just picked up by them from that "sanatorium" The bones stand, but his expression remains the same, as stubborn as ever, and he will never bow his head.

    She looked at Cen Nan's eyes and knew that this son would not belong to them from now on.

    Not long after, the black car disappeared at the end of the driveway just like when it came, leaving only two ruts on the white snow, and it would disappear at dawn.

    Liang Muqiu was unaware of what was going on downstairs, and happily went home with Cen Nan, and had a high-quality **** life before going to bed. Still quite moisturizing.

    Before going to bed, he rolled to and fro on the bed, thinking that now he seems to have no more dissatisfaction. His lover, his family are all by his side, every day is gentle and bright.

    Cen Nan was so disturbed that he couldn't sleep, just about to see what kind of demon he was doing, he suddenly got up again, lay on Cen Nan's chest, and looked at Cen Nan with bright eyes, "I think I am now very happy."

    Cen Nan touched his hair, "Why?"

    "No reason," Liang Muqiu rubbed against Cen Nan's heart, "I just think it's good, I'm very happy when I think that the next few decades will be as good as today."

     Those seven years really made him miserable, but although these seven years were long, they were short compared to a lifetime, and it was not too late for him and Cen Nan to stay together.

    Cen Nan could understand the unfinished meaning of Liang Muqiu's words, and couldn't help but whisper in his heart, little fool.

    So soft-hearted and so easy to satisfy, is not a little fool.

    The end of the year is always much busier than usual. After Christmas, Cen Nan worked overtime for many days, and Liang Muqiu often stayed in the studio during the day. The young screenwriters worked on the script together, and in addition to this, they often held brainstorming meetings to see if they could come up with some ideas.

    Just after New Year's Day, Ruan Zhuxian, who was supposed to fly back in the middle of the year, but was dragged by the company, finally set foot on the land of Bencheng with two small suitcases.