Borrowing a Kiss: Chapter 7 oak

Liang Muqiu asked Cen Nan to look at the edamame, that is to say, she was polite but not sincere.

But he forgot that the man on the opposite door was on a stick.

He soon paid the price for his soft heart.

Since he allowed Cen Nan to see edamame, this person has been reporting to the door for five consecutive days.

Cen Nan will not come empty-handed, every time he carries new cakes and ingredients, he is sincere and sincere in his words, saying that it is also to cook dinner for one person, and also for two people. Come here, it is better to contract Liang Muqiu's dinner together.

Liang Muqiu sat on the sofa nibbling apples, looking at the back of his busy kitchen, his face was not ugly, but it was not good-looking.

Since he moved into this apartment, the kitchen has not been used a few times, the new pot is bright and orange, almost unused, and a pile of seasonings are piled on the shelf. Good risk expired.

And Cen Nan had only been here for three days, his deserted kitchen seemed to welcome a master and suddenly came to life.

Cen Nan stayed in it calmly, cutting vegetables with his head down, and holding a plate at hand. It was not at all cramped to be a guest in someone else's house, but it was like taking this place as his own.

He got up from the sofa, leaned against the kitchen door and looked at Cen Nan.

Cen Nan was cutting potatoes, noticed him coming, thought he was tired of waiting, and said warmly, "I'll be right now, if you're hungry, there's a cheesecake I bought in the refrigerator, you can eat it first a little."

Liang Muqiu glanced at the refrigerator.

Don't look at it, he also knew that his refrigerator was full by Cen Nan, as if he was afraid that he would starve himself.

But in the past few years before Cen Nan appeared, he was used to living alone and lived well.

"I'm not hungry." He said lightly, "I'm just wondering, is your law firm going to close down? Why are you so idle, running to my house every day?"

Cen Nan smiled helplessly.

This means that he comes too often.

can be extracted."

Liang Muqiu slammed the cotton with a punch, feeling boring.

He was with Cen Nan in the past, both of them were only in their early twenties, they were young and vigorous, and no matter how much they were in love, no matter how much Cen Nan protected him, they would inevitably quarrel a few words, because the support was different Every football team could form a ball on the sofa, and in the end, he was often pressed by Cen Nan to beg for mercy.

However, after many years, Cen Nan has now restrained all his sharp edges in front of him, like that cold and arrogant young man who learned to be gentle and restrained overnight.

But he heard Cen Nan talking on the phone with the assistant, and he was the same as before, his style was cold and unfriendly, he was obviously not loud, and his words were not hurried or slow, and he also called the little assistant on the other end. Terrified of submissiveness.

Only in front of him, Cen Nan seemed to have lost his temper.

Liang Muqiu is not a fool either.

In recent years, he has also rejected many men and women who adore him. Those people are also very conceited in front of him, even when he tells a bad joke.

He lowered his eyes, he finished eating the apple, and threw it out like a hooligan, drawing an arc in the air, and it happened to land in the trash can beside Cen Nan's feet.

Then he stopped staring at Cen Nan to cook, and ran back to the sofa to play games, very much like a landowner who cheated long-term workers.

But his eyes were fixed on the screen of the mobile phone, but his soul was not on it.

He looked at Cen Nan's back in the kitchen just now, and for a moment, he thought it would be great if Cen Nan had been here all the time.

The thought made his heart skip a beat.

He knew that he had never let go of Cen Nan.

I didn't expect him to be unable to stop these short days.

Cen Nan seems to be the poison specially prepared for him, once it gets on it, there is no escape.

After dinner, Cen Nan was still conscious. After playing a ball game with Edamame at his house for a while, he took the initiative to leave.

But before he left, he handed Liang Muqiu a well-packaged box and said, "I saw it by chance on the road, and I thought it was suitable for you, so I bought it."

Liang Muqiu looked at Cen Nan, looked at the box again, and opened it.

Inside is a FerraridaVarese pen, made of mother-of-pearl, shining under the light, lying in a box, like an elegant princess.

This is not something you can buy by chance.

He likes to collect all kinds of pens from the past, of course, he is familiar with all kinds of brands, and he also knows the value of this money.

He looked up at Cen Nan and put the box back into Cen Nan's hand.

"No merit, no reward," he leaned against the door lazily, "I haven't given you any favors, and you can't bribe me."

Cen Nan actually expected this result, but he couldn't help but feel lost.

He whispered, "Just a small gift."

Liang Muqiu had only three words more simply and neatly, "I don't want it."

Cen Nan has no choice.

He smiled lightly at Liang Muqiu, "Well, wait until you want it before accepting it."

Liang Muqiu didn't answer.

He rarely sent Cen Nan to the door.

He stayed still the other day, letting Cen Nan get out.

Seeing that Cen Nan was about to go out, he stood on the steps, raised his voice slightly, and said, "I won't be at home tomorrow, you won't come."

Cen Nan looked up at him, "Okay, then I..."

Liang Muqiu interrupted him.

"Not only tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, but also the day after tomorrow. If you want edamame, you can send it to you for a few days. But the two of us, although we are old classmates, also divide it up. Being distant and distant, it’s not enough to live together. Thank you for your dinner these days.”

Cen Nan could naturally understand the meaning of these words, and his eyes sank for a moment.

He looked at Liang Muqiu, who was two steps higher than him.

Liang Muqiu was wearing a thin azure sweater today, revealing a beautiful collarbone, short black hair, and a plain white face. She stepped on the floor with her bare feet, as if she was still a 20-year-old young man.

However, upon closer inspection, he is clearly much more mature than before.

At least the previous Liang Muqiu would not have refused so calmly and without leakage.

Liang Muqiu even smiled at Cen Nan, "I know you would say that we can still be friends and neighbors and take care of each other. But I'm sorry, I'm too small-minded and can't make peace with my ex. coexist."

Since Cen Nan came back, because of his too gentle and natural attitude, the two even deliberately avoided the word "ex" when they got along.

It's as if they never had a relationship, they didn't kiss and hug in the middle of the night, just two old friends who reunited after a long absence.

But now Liang Muqiu has made it clear.

Until now, when he looks into Cen Nan's eyes, he still feels pain.

He heard Cen Nan say, "Do you think I disturb you, then I can come less."

He shook his head, "No, I just don't want to see you."

Because when he saw Cen Nan, his heart would be shaken, and the calmness and restraint of these years were all in vain.

He was a little helpless, and said again, "You shouldn't want me to move, to be honest, I quite like this house."

He seemed to see pain on Cen Nan's face, a look so gloomy that he was about to collapse. But soon, Cen Nan turned his head, his face was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see it clearly.

The hallway was quiet.

Liang Muqiu did not urge Cen Nan to answer, and stood quietly.

After a long time, he saw that Cen Nan put the gift box on the shoe cabinet.

"I see." Cen Nan turned his back, "If you don't want to see me, at least keep this gift, it's useless for me to keep it."

"You don't have to move, and you don't have to hide from me...I should go."

Cen Nan went out and closed the door gently.

His back is still straight.

Click.

The door is divided into two worlds.

When Cen Nan left, Liang Muqiu's shoulders collapsed instantly.

He sat on the floor slowly, staring at the closed door in a daze.

He thought about it, he has been experienced in these years, and he can be alone at work, but emotionally it makes no sense. He should get along with Cen Nan in a moderate manner. This is nothing more than an old lover and not a beast. If he acts in a panic, it will reveal that he has not let go.

But now he found out.

He can't.

In the past seven years, he hasn't forgotten Cen Nan for a minute or a second, he was just scared of the pain, so he locked up the memories of Cen Nan, buried it in his heart, and didn't touch it.

After a long time, even he believed it, he didn't care about Cen Nan anymore.

But this lie can only be sustained until Chen Nan appears.

From the moment the flames of the lighter illuminated Cen Nan's face in the bar, his lies were shattered like foam.

He didn't forget.

Liang Muqiu blushed, raised the back of her hand and wiped it on her eyelids.

He admitted that he was just useless, as long as Cen Nan appeared around him, he would be affected.

He is not a mature and graceful adult, he has always been clumsy and reckless emotionally.

At first, he met Cen Nan only occasionally, and he could barely hold on, but these days, Cen Nan went straight into his house, laughing at his house and looking at him, he looked too much like him Every time he looked at a scene that he would dream of countless times over the years, the line of defense in his heart would collapse.

Maybe in the next second, Cen Nan beckons, he will run over like a puppy and throw himself into Cen Nan's arms.

That would be embarrassing.

So he could only refuse to meet Cen Nan.

Liang Muqiu sucked her nose, blinked, and forced her tears back.

"What a shame." He said to himself, "Why am I crying, who hasn't been blind when they were young."

That's it, he thought, he and Cen Nan had opened up their conversation. Cen Nan was so arrogant and arrogant, and he knew the elegance by listening to the songs, and he would not harass him again after thinking about it.

They go their separate ways.

But what he didn't know was that Cen Nan didn't leave just outside his house.

Cen Nan has been standing motionless outside the door for half an hour.

He leaned against the door like this, lit a cigarette, smoking and seeing the dark night outside, the night wind was like fog, and the laughter of children could be heard far downstairs.

Their floors are too high to see the lush trees downstairs.

But the small villa he lives abroad has a private garden.

There is an oak tree in the garden.

& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; neighbor's German lady told him that oak trees were regarded as sacred trees in Europe. When they got married, the newcomers could be blessed if they tied the red rope on the oak tree.

The white-haired old lady looked at him gently, "Young man, you must have a lover hidden in your heart. You always look at the oak tree, as if you are missing someone."

He smiled without denying.

Because the old lady was right.

There is a rocking chair under the oak tree in his yard, he looked at the rocking chair from the window countless times, thinking that if only Liang Muqiu were here, he would kiss him like every new husband , carry him to pick fruit from the oak tree.

Or, he might just be ruthless, don't worry about the things that bind him, he can buy a plane ticket back to China now and stay by the side of the one he loves.

Now he is finally back.

The one he loves, the only person he wants to marry, is in this door behind him.

But they seem to be separated by the Pacific Ocean.

He came too late.

His lover no longer wants him.