MTL - Borrowing a Kiss-Chapter 53 likable

The author has something to say: there is another chapter that should be later, I originally wrote 1700 yesterday and ended up scrapping QAQ

Because there was too much trouble the night before, Liang Muqiu didn't wake up until noon the next day. Cen Nan's work and rest has been very regular, but he also stayed in bed with him.

Liang Muqiu was still confused when he woke up, forgetting that this was not his bedroom, looking at the ceiling and thinking that the color was not right, only when he saw Cen Nan next to him, he remembered what happened yesterday.

He touched his forehead, blinked his eyelashes, and said to Cen Nan in a hoarse voice, "Morning."

Cen Nan had been waiting for him to wake up, lying on his side, looking at him half-supported, the quilt slipped most of his body, and his fair skin and muscles were beautiful in the sun without any blemishes, The dark eyes were almost warm amber in the sunlight.

"Morning." Cen Nan lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "monamour."

Liang Muqiu understood and smiled, "It's weird."

Cen Nan kissed his forehead again, "One of my French classmates taught me that I was silent and clumsy at first sight, and I couldn't please women, so I was single for so long."

Liang Muqiu burst out laughing.

He raised his head and asked curiously, "Then what did you say?"

Cen Nan's fingers went around the ends of his hair, "I said I don't need to please a woman, I just want to please a boy. Then the classmate was stunned and said it was cool, After a week, the whole class knew that I was guarding a distant fiancé."

Cen Nan is a little speechless when he thinks of this. I don't know how his French classmates add fuel to the fire and what kind of imagination he exerts, causing his classmates to look at him strangely, even some girls The table patted him on the back sympathetically and said I support you.

"French guys gossip, but they're stubborn enough." Cen Nan said angrily.

Liang Muqiu couldn't stop laughing.

He rubbed his head in Cen Nan's palm, like a rolling cat, he asked again, "How are you doing with them abroad, your classmates or alumni, do you often go out? Play?"

He always avoided listening to what happened outside Cen Nan, but now he doesn't think it's a big deal.

He actually guessed that Cen Nan's life abroad would not be very colorful. This person is very indifferent to things that he is not interested in, especially when he has to take care of his grandma and complete his studies, and he also has to bear with After his separation, he shouldn't have any interest in socializing and having fun.

But he also hoped that Cen Nan would be better off.

In the years they were apart, he hoped that Cen Nan was not always in pain.

Cen Nan thought for a while, "I'm not familiar with them, I don't often attend their parties, but a few people have come to my house because of group work, and they always want to come after eating my grandma's dinner. Then I went to climb the mountain with them, and I was invited to their weekend party, but it was boring, just drinking and dancing and then screaming, someone was drinking with me, but in the end he fell down.”

He also won a hundred dollars for this, which he gave to the charity shop after he went out.

He left early. It was winter and it snowed in Chicago. Because of the holiday, the entire campus was silent and blank like another world.

He was walking on the road to the school, and he remembered that it was the winter solstice in China after walking far away.

In the end, he went to buy a bag of glutinous rice balls, Liang Muqiu is from the south, and likes to eat glutinous rice **** on the winter solstice, he bought the sesame and bean paste stuffing that Liang Muqiu likes to eat, the white and fat glutinous rice **** are boiled in milk and eaten Can make people dizzy sweet.

He never liked sweets, but he ate a whole bowl that day.

He held Liang Muqiu's hand and kissed it, and suddenly asked, "Are you still eating glutinous rice **** on the winter solstice?"

Liang Muqiu "Huh?" For a moment, he didn't follow Cen Nan's train of thought, but he still replied, "I don't eat much, and I can't remember any solar terms when I'm outside. My mother cooks for me."

He glanced at Cen Nan, "And you cooked it."

When he was a freshman and a sophomore, Cen Nan cooked glutinous rice **** for him. He still remembers that Cen Nan once bought the wrong peanut filling, and he was so angry that he was puffed up for a long time. I was reluctant to eat two.

He thought of this and still looked at Cen Nan with a vengeance.

Cen Nan obviously remembered, touched his eyebrows, and coaxed, "I'll cook bean paste for you this year."

Liang Muqiu was coaxed out of nowhere for a second.

The two slept in bed until 1:00 in the afternoon, and Cen Nan fry a steak for lunch.

After dinner, Cen Nan took out the few cabinets of gifts that were not useful yesterday, and occupied the living room with a splendid carpet, which made Liang Muqiu frown frequently.

These things range from minerals to sneakers, ear studs to old game consoles, and some oddities.

Liang Muqiu picked up a Venetian mask and looked at it for a while. Although the mask was beautifully painted with gold and silver, who would confess with these things?

"Are you all going to give me this?" He put the mask on his face, only showing two eyes, and blinked, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Cen Nan said sincerely.

He took a random ore in his hand, turned it over, and read "March 2017" underneath.

"It's not a big deal, but I saw it and I thought you would like it so I bought it," he said, "I didn't realize there were so many when I returned to China, and I saved two suitcase."

He picked up another pair of diamond-shaped diamond earrings, put them in Liang Muqiu's ear, and smiled, "It suits you very well."

Liang Muqiu has put down that mask, revealing a handsome and handsome face.

He looked at the gift spread all over the floor, and suddenly remembered something.

He asked, "I had a Christmas one year, and suddenly I received a gift from overseas. It was a Nutcracker music box, which was anonymous and forwarded from abroad."

He was still in graduate school at that time and sent it to the downstairs of the apartment. He saw that it was an unfamiliar courier and didn't want to accept it. The courier said that someone had paid extra to ask for expedited delivery, and there was a greeting card.

He held it for a long time and shook it for a long time. After confirming that it was not a dangerous item, he accepted it. Then he looked at the card again, but there was only one sentence on it - "MerryChristmas."

The handwriting was printed so that people could not distinguish the handwriting. Song Wei later said that it must be someone who admired him. This situation is not uncommon.

But when he looked at the exquisite Nutcracker music box, he somehow felt that it was sent by Cen Nan.

They watched the musical The Nutcracker together, he liked it very much, and bought a collector's edition picture book.

"Did you send that?" he asked.

Cen Nan did not deny it, "Yes." It was indeed sent by him, just before Christmas.

"Why give me this," Liang Muqiu stared at him, not understanding, "I don't send the rest back, just give me that as a Christmas present. Is there anything special about it?"

"No, it's just an ordinary gift," Cen Nan put another bracelet inlaid with sapphire on Liang Muqiu's hand, "It's just that the day I bought it, I missed you very much."

I thought too much, but I can't come back, so I can't even sign the gift.

I dare not send it every year, because it is too easy to be guessed, so I can only pretend to be a strange suitor and accidentally send a surprise.

When he gave it to Liang Muqiu, he actually imagined that it might be thrown away, but Liang Muqiu actually accepted it, which was beyond his expectations.

Liang Muqiu pursed her lower lip.

The Nutcracker's music box was kept by him in his hometown and carefully kept with a glass cover.

He looked at the gifts all over the floor, as if Cen Nan had been placed in this apartment with these gifts for seven years.

For seven years, even if they never met, Cen Nan's life was full of traces of him.

He thought to himself, the Frenchman's eyes are not very accurate, what kind of silence is clumsy, he is obviously very likable.