MTL - Borrowing a Kiss-Chapter 16 Valley

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After lunch at the teacher's house, Liang Muqiu left.

He went back to get a luggage, knocked on the door opposite, sent edamame and some daily necessities, and asked Cen Nan to take him to the high-speed rail station.

When he got into the car, he sat in the seat with his eyes closed, and he didn't talk to Cen Nan very much. He didn't know if the sun was too hot, and his ears burned.

Just came out of the teacher's house, Rowan sent him to the door, and he didn't forget to laugh at him, "The next time you come to the door, don't be alone, show me the object, whether it is Round or flat, you have to take it out to see, ugly daughter-in-law still sees her in-laws."

Liang Muqiu's eyes opened a slit and glanced at Cen Nan, Cen Nan was wearing a gray fine-grained shirt, it was hot, the sleeves were half rolled up, revealing strong arms, wearing a black wrist watch.

It's neither round nor flat, and it's beautiful.

At the train station, Liang Muqiu took his suitcase and prepared to enter the station. Out of courtesy, he waved to Cen Nan, "See you in two days."

Cen Nan also knows that in his current status, he is not qualified to ask Liang Muqiu to come back sooner, nor can he ask Liang Muqiu to remember the video with him, he can only step forward and break Liang Muqiu's collar because of sleeping Gently turn over and smooth.

"I'll send you a photo of the edamame," he said softly, "You go out and take care of yourself and pay attention to the weather."

Liang Muqiu's neck was scratched by his fingers, itchy for no reason.

He took a step back and said bluntly, "Got it, go back. I'm leaving."

After he finished speaking, he turned around with the suitcase and walked towards the railway station hall without looking back.

Cen Nan didn't turn around and left, just looked at him from behind.

But just because he can see it, Cen Nan feels that these short steps are extraordinarily long.

He couldn't help thinking that when Liang Muqiu sent him to the airport, he probably watched him go away with this kind of mood.

At that time, he was going to the security check. He turned his head and looked at Liang Muqiu, who was some way away from him. Among the waving pedestrians, Liang Muqiu was holding his coat and wearing a camel scarf. They were all red. He was only twenty years old at the time. He didn't seem mature and calm at all. follow him.

At that moment he even thought, don't go.

It is nothing more than a quarrel with my parents, the big deal is to move out and become independent.

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The most important thing is that there is no Liang Muqiu there.

But the plane ticket is already in his hand, and the transfer application has been completed. Liang Muqiu promised to wait for him to return to China and ask him to finish his studies earlier.

He thought about his future with Liang Muqiu, decided to listen to Liang Muqiu's persuasion, and turned around to get on the plane.

Cen Nan leaned against the door and lit a cigarette.

Liang Muqiu has entered the hall, and even his back is gone.

He looked down at his watch with a cigarette in his mouth, it was 4:30 in the afternoon.

The year he left seemed to be the same time.

It was probably because his standing figure was too desolate, and a buddy next to him came to see him off, and patted his shoulder clearly.

"Brother, as soon as you look at you, you are here to send your girlfriend," this person is a carefree familiar, sighing, "Me too, I'm here to send my wife, she has to go on a business trip. Yue. I'm still newly married, I really can't bear it. They're good, and they walked in a dashing manner."

Cen Nan glanced at the man next to him. He was in his twenties, with a small head and a sunny appearance, slightly smaller than him.

He didn't correct the man's mistake, he just smiled and acquiesced.

But he was rather envious.

This person is newly married.

How nice, so open.

He can also get married abroad. When he was sitting in the library of the University of Chicago writing a project, he also planned to bring Liang Muqiu to get the certificate.

Yunzhou, where Liang Muqiu was going, was two hours away from Bincheng. When they got there, it was already dark. The ancient village they were going to interview was considered a scenic spot, and a receptionist was sent to pick him up.

Besides him, there were two other screenwriters who arrived at about this point. The three of them got together before they got out of the train station and got on the train.

Liang Muqiu knew the female screenwriter, in her thirties, with short hair, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, clean and neat, it was Zhuang Yue who he had worked with before, the two of them got into the car It was a chat.

Another screenwriter named Hong Chao is not very familiar with him, but he is good at talking, and he is also lively along the way.

The interview with the ancient village in Yunzhou was arranged by the drama association, and there was no special task. I just hope that the screenwriters will have some inspiration after the visit, write some drafts, and help promote more.

Liang Muqiu is the least fond of socializing. This time, he was recommended by his teacher Luo Wen. Socializing with people, fortunately, everyone here is polite, and no one is holding an air.

A group of them got together for dinner first, even if they knew each other.

After dinner, it's getting late, and I didn't plan any activities today, so they were assigned a room and let them rest well.

Liang Muqiu was assigned to Hong Chao.

Although the room is quite large and the two beds are widely shared, he is not used to living with unfamiliar people, and it is somewhat embarrassing.

This ancient village is well preserved. Although it is a scenic area, it has not been over-developed, so there are not many tourists. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Open, the night is not like the neon flickering in the city, only sporadic warm lights are dotted all the way, the air is extraordinarily fresh, and the laughter of children can be heard from the small yard far away.

Liang Muqiu found a convenience store, bought a drink, and chatted with the boss by the way.

The owner is a local. I heard that he is here to travel, but he is very enthusiastic and recommended several places to him.

"When you come to our place, you must take a bamboo raft to see the beautiful mountains and rivers." Now that there is no one in the store, the boss simply sits next to him and chats with him, "I am going to the mountain temple. By the way, there is an acacia tree next to the temple, the young man likes these legends the most, he can buy some if he likes wooden and gold utensils, and if you don’t like it, you can also go to the Tuo Bridge, the bridge is beautiful at night, and you can put lights on it.”

Liang Muqiu wrote them all down in the memo.

He looked too young, and the boss was surprised to know that he was already working or a screenwriter.

"You look about the same age as my daughter," the boss said with a smile, "She goes to college and likes to travel."

The two chatted for a while, and when a customer came to the store, the boss left.

Liang Muqiu sat alone on the high stool, with her toes dangling gently, writing with the pen and notebook she brought with her.

After a while, his phone vibrated, and when he opened it, Cen Nan finally couldn't hold back and asked if he had arrived.

Liang Muqiu was not surprised at all, and replied, "It's here."

Cen Nan asked again where he lived, was he tired, and what was the local temperature.

Liang Muqiu replied briefly, then ignored him and threw the phone aside.

Although the owner of the convenience store praised him for his youth just now, Liang Muqiu knew very well that when he stood with these really young students, it was different after all.

He was biting the straw in a daze, vaguely remembering that he often went out to play with Cen Nan at the time, he did not like to travel, but he also divided people, and was held by Cen Nan, whether it was in the mountains or the seaside, in the city It's still an ancient town, and he seems to be able to go anywhere.

Cen Nan planned the itinerary along the way, and he was responsible for following.

Sitting in the car to see the mountains and rivers, Cen Nan laughed at him and said, "You just follow me like this, you have to count the money for me if you sell it."

He sat in the passenger car and ate snacks, nonchalantly, "That's right, you have to redeem it later."

Liang Muqiu thought, how could he be so confident back then, he always felt that no matter where Cen Nan ran, he couldn't find his palm in the end.

However, it turned out that he was overconfident.

He got a little angry when he thought of this, just when Cen Nan sent a message again, he picked up the phone and squinted slightly, ready to let Cen Nan know what moodiness is.

He glanced at the information and found that even if no one cared, Cen Nan would amuse himself quite a bit. He took a picture of the coffee he just bought, saying that it was particularly bad, and that edamame was on the way. When I met a little Pomeranian, she insisted on chasing her buttocks, causing him to be dragged and chatted by the owner of the Pomeranian for a long time.

Liang Muqiu's mouth twitched, and asked deliberately, "Is the master of Bomei good-looking, male or female?"

The other side replied, "Woman, I don't know if it looks good or not, I don't care."

With a standard answer like a textbook, Liang Muqiu couldn't even talk about finding faults.

He rolled his eyes and stabbed from elsewhere, "How can a fool drink coffee at night, wait for insomnia, you."

Cen Nan is not annoyed, "It's okay."

He paused, then said, "I'm always insomnia when you're not around, I'm used to it."

Liang Muqiu was startled.

He stared at the line, deeply suspecting that Cen Nan was penetrated by the soul.

When they were together, Cen Nan treated him as if he was offering to his ancestors, but he was not forgiving. Life, love words are mostly on the bed, he is willing to say soft words only after crying, like a clam shell that cherishes words like gold.

Now that I meet again, I don’t want to pay any money.

The night in the mountains was obviously cool, but he felt his fingertips get hot.

"Who cares."

After typing these three words, he quickly pushed the phone aside, and stopped looking like he was stealing the bell.

Liang Muqiu continued to write with the pen again, but he became stunned as he wrote, and when he regained his senses, he found that two words had been added to the paper unconsciously.

Cen Nan.