MTL - Borrowing a Kiss-Chapter 11 belated rose

The author has something to say: Cen Nan: a married person, Mo cue

Liang Muqiu leaned into Cen Nan's arms and cried for ten minutes, and suddenly felt like an idiot when she regained her senses.

"Okay, I'll give you the chance you want, go where you want to go." Liang Muqiu turned his face away, ready to say two harsh words, let Cen Nan study hard I learned what three obedience and four virtues are, but when I looked up and saw Cen Nan's pale face, the words on his lips changed again, "It's enough for you to be a doorman outside all night. I don't need you to see, I'm too lazy to move recently, this house I just bought it, I want to go and you go."

Cen Nan will not leave of course.

He grabbed Liang Muqiu's hand, exerted a little force, and dragged him into his arms again, before Liang Muqiu opened his mouth to curse, he kissed Liang Muqiu's forehead like a kitten, "I'm not sleepy yet, Did you come out for breakfast just now, I'll take you there, and I'll sleep when I come back after eating."

Liang Muqiu was caught off guard by the kiss. She wanted to scold him, but when she heard it, she thought it was okay, and it wouldn't take long to eat breakfast.

But he was pulled forward by Cen Nan, and he had to pick and choose, saying, "Where are you going, will you send me when you prepare soy milk fritters?"

Cen Nan smiled with a good temper, "You will know when you go."

Liang Muqiu thought that Cen Nan was going to take him to a restaurant, but he didn't expect the car to drive a few streets, the roads on both sides became more and more familiar, and finally stopped at a wide road.

Looking to the left, it is a high school that has passed the school point, looking to the right, there is a row of snack bars, all hidden under the shade of trees, the small gate, the signboard has been long, but it is open for many years.

"Get off the bus." Cen Nan said.

Liang Muqiu hesitated before opening the car door.

He is of course familiar with this place. It is the high school he and Cen Nan attended. He spent three years here, and Cen Nan only transferred to the third year of high school, but whether it is one year or three years, At that time, after the evening class, they would come to the snack bar at the back door to order a late-night snack.

In order to avoid the situation, he would even drive around here all these years, but Cen Nan brought him here.

Cen Nan came over to hold his hand and said as he walked in, "I drove by here the other day and found that the wonton shop we used to go to in high school was still open, so I wanted to take you there. come here."

Liang Muqiu pouted, "How do you know that I still like to eat wontons, maybe I'll eat dumplings instead."

Cen Nan smiled and did not expose him.

He just saw Liang Muqiu ordering takeaway wontons a few days ago.

Sit down, the owner of the wonton shop is the same couple they were when they were in high school. They haven't seen each other for ten years, and the two of them have not changed much. They are still the same, but their faces are more wrinkled several.

They seem to have an impression of Cen Nan and Liang Muqiu, and they took a few more glances when ordering.

The lady boss in the floral apron asked with a smile, "Did you two study in the opposite high school before? I look familiar."

Liang Muqiu was embarrassed to look cold to outsiders, and nodded obediently, "Yes, I was a student here ten years ago."

Cen Nan answered from the side, "We used to come here often for supper, he likes your thin-skinned wontons."

Liang Muqiu glanced at him.

The proprietress is very happy, which shows that she has a good memory. There are not many people in the store now, and the boss is busy in the back kitchen, so she chats at the front desk, "You two are good-looking, so I can easily remember them. Our thin-skinned wontons are the signature, and many old customers will come. The dumplings are also good, would you like to try them?"

"Okay, then two more." Cen Nan said.

He was very patient and chatted with the proprietress without a word.

Liang Muqiu was drinking soy milk next to her, her eyes gurgling around, looking at this small shop. In the past ten years, the store has not changed much, but it has been renovated and the walls have been repainted. The old locust tree is still planted outside the store, and the pavilion is covered. Every night, the street outside the door is full of students. Back then, he and Cen Nan hid in the crowd, and their fingers touched each other from time to time, as if holding hands. , again like no.

The proprietress over there was chatting with Cen Nan, and the more she saw him, the more satisfied he became. He was a talented lawyer and had a bright future.

She couldn't help but ask, "You look young, young man, are you married, do you have a girlfriend? I have a niece..."

But before she could finish speaking, Cen Nan interrupted.

"Married." Cen Nan smiled, "I like him very much."

Liang Muqiu stopped looking at the scenery and stared at Cen Nan with wide eyes.

The proprietress sighed in disappointment, but within two seconds she became happy again, "Then you got married quite early, and it's not bad, nowadays young people like to get married later, but well, when you meet someone you like People don't distinguish between morning and evening." She smiled and glanced at the busy male boss in the back kitchen, "Wait a minute, I'll show you whether the ravioli is ready."

When the proprietress went to the back kitchen, Liang Muqiu kicked Cen Nan under the table and asked, "Why don't I know, when did you get married?"

Cen Nan patted his trouser legs and looked calm.

"Heart."

Liang Muqiu choked and wanted to hurt him a few words, but she was too lazy to deal with the shame.

Ten minutes later, two thin-skinned wontons came up, Liang Muqiu's was spicy, and Cen Nan's was vinegar.

Liang Muqiu is a person who can't eat a little sour. Seeing that Cen Nan added so much vinegar, he felt sour teeth. He ate a few small wontons and asked Cen Nan, "How much do you eat abroad? Wontons? Are there many Chinese restaurants?"

When Cen Nan was with him, although he didn't know how to cook, his mouth was so open that he couldn't support him at all.

"There are a lot of Chinese restaurants, but not many authentic ones. Small wontons are even rarer," Cen Nan replied, "so I'm slowly learning how to cook."

Liang Muqiu didn't ask any more questions, and added a spoonful of sesame oil to the soup.

In fact, when he first saw Cen Nan, he found that he was thin. Although his skeleton was still tall, his face was thinner and his outline was deeper, which made him wonder how difficult it is to eat in America Eating can make people hungry and thin.

Having lived in the opposite door for more than half a month, Cen Nan has taken care of herself well, except today, she looks very good.

But he didn't want to tell Cen Nan about this mental activity, as if he cared too much.

Liang Muqiu went out, looked at the high school opposite, and stood for a while.

Now that school time has passed, the gate is empty, except for the words "Bencheng No. 7 Middle School" shining in the sun.

Cen Nan stood beside him and asked him, "What's the matter, do you want to go in and have a look?"

Liang Muqiu shook her head, "No need, let's go."

When I got into the car, Liang Muqiu didn't know what to think, and I was not in a good mood, and was speechless all the way. In the middle, Cen Nan stopped the car and said to buy something, but he was not happy to ask.

But when Cen Nan came back, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced, and the whole person was stunned.

Because Cen Nan was holding a handful of roses in his hand, it was probably freshly cut, with dew on it, and Cen Nan's face turned a little rosy.

Liang Muqiu didn't know why, "What are you doing?"

It's just that the flowers are innocent, the crimson Corolla roses bloom beautifully, bundled together, and dazzling.

Cen Nan closed the car door, inside the narrow car, the fragrance of roses was gentle and lingering, he gently put the flower into Liang Muqiu's arms.

When he saw Liang Muqiu's puzzled expression, he knew that this man had long forgotten what he had said.

He paused, his throat was a little dry, "Did you forget, when I went abroad, you came to the airport to see me off. You told me, when I get back, remember to bring you roses ."

At that time they didn't know it was a long separation.

Liang Muqiu took him to the airport. Although she was reluctant, she didn't hug him and cry, she just sniffed, buried her head in his arms and refused to come out.

At this time, there happened to be a couple next to me. The girl was lying in the boy's arms and wept with tears in her eyes. She said that you won't be with me on Valentine's Day this year. Send roses.

Liang Muqiu, an elementary schooler, heard it, turned her head and glanced at it, turned around again, and said firmly, "I want it too. When you come back, you have to give me roses, big ones."

He kissed Liang Muqiu's face and said, "Okay, let me send it every day when I come back."

But then the roses have passed the flowering period, and he has not come back.

Liang Muqiu stared blankly at the bouquet of roses.

He had long forgotten that he and Cen Nan acted so coquettishly and asked for a bouquet of roses. It took too long, and he deliberately forgot, and some details would always be lost.

Cennan still remembers.

He heard Cen Nan say.

"I owe you a lot of things, and I owe you a lot of days, I can't make up for the past seven years, but every day, every hour, every minute, I will not let you find it again Not me. I promised you things, one by one, one by one, I will do it too."

"The roses were delivered late, and I was late, but you still want me, I'm really happy."

He faintly heard something was wrong, and when he looked up, he found that Cen Nan's eyes were red.

When they reunited, Cen Nan didn't cry. Last night, when he held on to him and kissed him recklessly, Cen Nan didn't cry. This morning he finally let go and said he would give Cen Nan had a chance, and he didn't cry.

But now, in this closed and quiet car, Cen Nan's eyes were red.

Because of a belated bouquet of roses, I finally have a master.

He is like a mussel that has always been indestructible, and finally cracked a slit, revealing the soft soft flesh inside.

Liang Muqiu's heart was empty for a moment, and she couldn't tell what it was like.

He said he didn't eat Cennan's white lotus, thinking his heart was like a rock.

go in.

He raised his hand, wiped the corners of Cen Nan's eyes roughly, pretending to be calm, "Why are you crying, who said I want you, don't give yourself a cup of coffee. You are still here now. During the inspection period, at most there is a qualification to pursue, and I will be laid off at any time.”

He pursed his lips, saw Cen Nan's wet eyelashes, and said, "If you become my main room one day, it will not be too late to cry."

Cen Nan laughed.

He held Liang Muqiu's hand and kissed the warm palm, the wet tears on his face.

It's shameless.

No other foreign universities taught Cen Nan how to be a vixen, but he studied thoroughly.

Liang Muqiu scolded secretly and pulled her hand back.

"Stop talking nonsense and drive," Liang Muqiu instructed while hugging the rose, "Are you ready to go to bed, I will sleep if you don't sleep."

Speaking of which, he glanced at the time, it was already eight o'clock, at this time, Cen Nan should have gone to the law firm.

He frowned.

Cen Nan seemed to know what he was thinking, restarted the car, and said slowly, "I'm working from home today."

Liang Muqiu looked at him suspiciously, thinking, this fellow deliberately did not go to the law firm to block him.

But he didn't bother to ask.

It is not the first day that Cen Nan is ill.