Borrowing a Kiss

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    Ruan Zhuxian took the last sip of coffee in the cup.

    Before she came, she had a lot to say to Liang Muqiu, about Cen Nan's seven years abroad, about his parents, about the church he had booked.

    But now that she is really sitting face to face, she finds that everything seems too pale.

      coldness.

    "Is there anything else they want you to bring me," he asked, "is this the box?"

    Ruan Zhuxian nodded, she pushed the box to Liang Muqiu, and thought, "Your jade card was broken when they had a dispute with Cen Nan. He almost stabbed Cen Nan, and it happened that the jade card was placed in his pocket, and it was turned at an angle."

    For many years later, even she often wondered superstitiously whether Liang Muqiu protected Cen Nan in the dark.

    Even if they were separated from each other, even if they had no way of knowing the other party's news, the blessing jade plaque that Liang Muqiu had stuffed before parting, but by accident, Cen Nan saved a disaster.

    "There were more than that," she said hesitantly, "but most of them were burnt, that's all."

    Liang Muqiu took out the things and threw the box aside. He even thought the box containing the jade plaque and photos was dirty.

    He put the things into his pockets carefully, placed them properly, and then solemnly said to Ruan Zhuxian, "Thank you. If there is anything that needs my help in the future, please feel free to speak. ."

    Although Ruan Zhuxian didn't say anything, he could guess that, with the relationship between Ruan Zhuxian and Cen Nan, and Ruan Zhuxian's close attitude towards him, she should have helped Cen Nan a lot abroad.

    He is grateful to those who truly love Cen Nan.

    Ruan Zhuxian shook his head again and again, "No way, Cen Nan also helped me a lot."

    Liang Muqiu tried her best to smile at her.

    In fact, he should have said something else, he shouldn't be so rude, but he was so sad, the shredded letter choked in his heart like a sharp arrow, making him feel every breath he took pain.

    He stood up and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm leaving first, thank you very much today. I'll have the opportunity in the future... I'll invite you to our house again."

    He glanced at Ruan Zhuxian. After entering the coffee shop and opening the letter, he was like a piece of broken china, full of fragile feeling, only mentioning "our home" When he said these three words, there was a momentary light in his eyes.

    Ruan Zhuxian looked at him with a sigh and nodded.

    After Liang Muqiu left, she sat alone in this box for a long time.

    When Liang Muqiu left just now, she stared at Liang Muqiu's pale face. She didn't need to think about it and knew that she was not in a good mood. She actually wanted to follow, but she was afraid of being annoying.

    She tapped her head with a headache, took out her mobile phone resignedly, and went to inform Cen Nan, feeling that she would be scolded bloody.

    Cen Nan received a call from Ruan Zhuxian, and didn't even bother to scold her.

    "I'll settle the account with you later." He hung up the phone and hurriedly walked to Ren Qihan's office, "I have to go back for a while, and you can connect with my assistant when I have a job."

    After finishing speaking, she walked out the door without waiting for Ren Qihan to agree.

    Ren Qihan was drinking milk tea, and before he had time to express his opinion, he saw his golden lawyer slammed the door and left again, and it took him a long time to say, "How unreasonable..."

    Unfortunately, Cen Nan didn't hear it at all.

    Cen Nan felt a little flustered for the first time, and was anxious when standing at the elevator entrance.

    If he knew that Liang Muqiu would meet Ruan Zhuxian secretly today, he would never leave Liang Muqiu, but it was too late to say anything.

    He just wants to find Liang Muqiu quickly.

    He called Liang Muqiu just now, but no one answered, although it was a long time, Liang Muqiu was a sane adult, but he couldn't help but be afraid.

    The elevator went down to the first floor, Cen Nan rushed out of the office building, ready to go to the parking lot.

    But he stopped just a few steps away.

    In front of him, under the oak tree directly opposite the office building, where is Liang Muqiu standing, crying with red eyes, like a child who can't find his way home, helpless looking at him.

    When Cen Nan first came here, he noticed this oak tree, which is very similar to the oak tree in his villa in the United States. When he was abroad, he heard the neighbor's grandma talk many times. The oak tree symbolizes eternal love and bestows blessings on lovers. At that time, he always hoped that Liang Muqiu would be by his side, sitting in the oak tree in this small villa. down, looking at him and smiling.

    Now Liang Muqiu is standing under that oak tree, for a moment, he feels like he has returned to Chicago, and he has returned to another track of his life with Liang Muqiu.

    He walked over slowly.

    Chicago blizzards, Bencheng leafy summers, high school corridors sheltering from the rain, the first kiss stolen in the library…

    The world has become extraordinarily quiet at this moment, only the rustling voice of the oak tree, like the whispering of the **** of love.

    He took Liang Muqiu into his arms and let Liang Muqiu bury his face on his shoulders, tears quickly wet his suit.

    He originally had a lot to say, thinking about how to appease his lover, but at this moment, in Liang Muqiu's tears, all this seems to be of little importance.

    He said softly, "Whose little idiot is this? His face is crying."

    Liang Muqiu cried even more.

    Obviously, he felt sorry for Cen Nan, and he could still be a calm and calm adult in front of Ruan Zhuxian, but in front of Cen Nan, he seemed to have become a child who suffered a lot of grievances.

    He didn't know where he was going to drive just now, and he didn't have a destination in mind. When he stopped, he realized that he was downstairs in Cen Nan's office.

    He wants to see Cen Nan.

    In this kind of heartache beyond words, he just wanted Cen Nan to hug him.

    "I'm sorry..." He whimpered and said to Cen Nan, "I'm sorry, I didn't find out. At that time, you told me what training camp you were going to attend, I just, I believed it... "

    He cried so hard that his words were incomplete.

    He was thinking about this all the way just now, where was Cen Nan when he was tortured in the sanatorium.

    He pieced together all the time lines, and finally remembered that at the end of the winter of that year, Cen Nan sent him a message, saying that he was going to participate in an activity similar to winter camp, without a mobile phone Entering the mountain, there will be a long time when I can't contact him.

    At that time, he and his teacher worked in other places, so he believed it, and just sent Cen Nan what he saw today.

    A month later, Cen Nan didn't have any video or call with him, only a few photos, and later, it was time for Cen Nan to break up with him.

    Now that I recall, the person who sent him a message on the other side of the phone at that time would not be Cen Nan at all.

    He hugged Cen Nan and grabbed Cen Nan's shoulder, shaking uncontrollably. If he had gone abroad earlier at that time, would everything have been different.

    "I..." He burst into tears, "Why I... didn't go."

    Cen Nan patted Liang Muqiu lightly on the back.

    He looked up at the oak tree in front of him. This tree has lost its summer greenness in winter, but it doesn't matter. In spring, new shoots will sprout on its branches.

    His parents did not apologize to him, those who hurt him did not apologize, but his lover who had been waiting for seven years was saying sorry and hated himself for not coming to him earlier.

    Cen Nan held Liang Muqiu's face.

    Liang Muqiu cried so hard, her nose and eyes were red, her lips were bitten by herself, and they were so swollen that it was really not good-looking.

    Cen Nan thought he was extra cute and kissed him on the forehead.

    "Qiuqiu, it's over," his voice was gentle but firm, "no matter how bad that time was, it's over, like you said to me, there is no If, only the result. The result is that I am still standing in front of you, and you still love me."

    If Liang Muqiu hadn't always loved him, maybe he wouldn't be able to survive the seven years of separation.

    He spied on Liang Muqiu's life through many clues abroad, fantasized about what Liang Muqiu was doing, selfishly secretly delighted that Liang Muqiu was always alone, and he endured like this year after year.

    Even if his grandmother did not die, after finishing his studies, when his grandmother's body is stable, he will come back without hesitation.

    Because his Qiuqiu is still waiting for him.

    He can no longer fail this man.

    He brushed away the hair sticking to Liang Muqiu's cheeks and whispered, "Qiuqiu, don't apologize, if even you are at fault, then I should be considered unforgivable."

    "You are amazing, you saved me."

    When he found out that he was depressed, he was very flustered. He was afraid that he would be too ugly when he returned to Liang Muqiu, and he was no longer the person Liang Muqiu loved.

    But that's just madness in sickness.

    Now he knows that no matter what he looks like, no matter how poor, rich, beautiful or poor, his Qiuqiu will always open his hands to him.

    He lived up to him for seven years, and Liang Muqiu just asked for a hug and wrote it off with him.

    "Don't cry," he smiled at Liang Muqiu and wiped the smeared face of the little crying cat, "It's really over, I'm no longer in pain."

    From the moment he returned to Liang Muqiu's side, the wound in his heart over the years had healed, leaving only an old scar that would never hurt again.