MTL - Borrowing a Kiss-Chapter 17 on the bridge

The author has something to say: explain the time line, many babies made a mistake, Cen Nan broke up with Qiuqiu one year after he went abroad, and he called and divided it, and it was not divided when he went abroad. So Qiuqiu will send him and wait for him to come back. Cen Nan doesn't know what will happen in the future.

When Liang Muqiu returned to the hotel, his temporary roommate was already sitting on the bed, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, holding a notebook to write a manuscript, and the sound of typing on the keyboard made Liang Muqiu feel cordial .

He went to wash his hands and feet lightly. After coming out, he sat by the bed while wiping his hair. He turned his eyes and saw Hong Chao's quilt throwing a book called "Dream Wake Record", the author It was Yan Wuhe, so he couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Hong Chao just put the notebook aside, saw his eyes, smiled and asked, "Have you read this book?"

Liang Muqiu nodded and said, "The author of this book is my senior brother."

Hong Chao never thought that this layer would allow Liang Muqiu to mention it. It should not be a passing relationship in school.

Sure enough, Liang Muqiu's next sentence was, "At that time, we were a club, and the senior brother was very good. Several books he wrote at that time were published, and they were distributed to us as signed editions, let us take good care of them. Collection, maybe it will increase in value in the future. When everyone goes to parties on weekends, he and another senior brother always fight for wine, and when he is drunk, he has to carry it back."

He said this, smiling softly, as if thinking of the carefree time in college.

He said, "It was only after I came out to work that I found out that it was better in school, where I was at ease, and my friends came too."

Hong Chao laughed when he heard this, and agreed with this.

He is a few years older than Liang Muqiu and farther away from his college days. Hearing him say this reminds me of his college days, "I studied at Pingcheng Drama University. In the drama club, I met my girlfriend at that time in the club. She played Ophelia. I watched her offstage and thought she was so beautiful. I thought she would be my girlfriend. my girlfriend."

Liang Muqiu was a little surprised.

Contacting with Hong Chao today, he feels that this person has both sides, shrewd and smooth, and there is nothing wrong, but it is also difficult to trust, but when Hong Chao said these words, he smiled gently The way he looks, it dilutes the sophistication in him.

Listening to stories is a screenwriter's basic hobby, Liang Muqiu leaned on the bedside and asked subconsciously, "What about later?"

Hong Chao didn't hide it, "There is no future, we will break up. She was my first love. When I fell in love with her, I was poor. Her family was much better than mine, and my parents did not agree. I fought for it. But what should I do, let the girl suffer with me? I can only break up. "

Liang Muqiu did not speak for a while, this is really an ordinary story, every minute in the world is happening every second, writing a report is too old-fashioned, but for the parties, it is difficult flat.

He didn't know how to comfort people, so he could only say, "Maybe it's because fate didn't come."

Hong Chao laughed when he heard this, his eyes fell on the manuscript that he had written halfway, he was writing a story about the separation and separation of lovers, so today he couldn't help thinking of the past.

He is not familiar with the Xiaoliang screenwriter, but sometimes it is easy to speak because of the unfamiliarity.

He whispered, "It's true that fate is not enough. I actually found her later. Although I didn't talk about prosperity at that time, I didn't worry about food and clothing, but I went to her and found that she was married Her husband treats her very well. She continues to be a drama actress and has a very happy life. I thought at the time that her life is better than a bad life. At that time, I told her not to wait for me when I separated, and it is fine now. "

Liang Muqiu took a careful look at Hong Chao's face, she could only be regarded as handsome and upright, always full of enthusiasm during the day, making people unable to see her true character, but now she speaks so lightly, but she can see it He's a little sincere.

Liang Muqiu remembered that when they were chatting with each other today, Hong Chao introduced himself as single, and he was not married until now.

He couldn't help but said, "But maybe you asked her to wait for you back then, and she would wait too."

Hong Chao shrugged and deleted a line of words on the keyboard, "Maybe, but why bother, why bother. If other people can make her live well, why should she waste time on it? On me. Besides, I'm fine now."

He said it in an open-minded and relaxed way, Liang Muqiu thought about it, and it seemed to make sense.

He took out the notebook and continued to integrate the information along the previous document. In the bedroom, only the sound of typing on the keyboard could be heard for a while.

But after he wrote for a while, the phone beside him vibrated again. It was Cen Nan who said good night to him.

He looked down at Cen Nan's name, thinking that if he was as free and easy as Hong Chao's first love, he should be replaced with seven or eight lovers now, maybe there is a suitable one, who will be with him He slept together, until his head was white.

I rested all night, and had breakfast the next day. The itinerary was arranged. The receptionist took them along the planned route and went to the local small museum first. In the afternoon, take a bamboo raft and slowly walk along the river to see the scenery of the two rooms.

Although Liang Muqiu doesn't like sports, this distance is not tiring, and I find it quite interesting. The girls next to him asked him to help take a few photos, and he agreed with a smile.

It's just that his photography skills can be seen at most. Several female screenwriters were happy when they saw it, and said, "Mr. Liang, just looking at your photography skills, you are really straight male photographers."

Liang Muqiu protested, "I tried my best."

Fortunately, a few people don't care. Anyway, there are retouching tools now, just go back and fix it.

They pushed Liang Muqiu up from his position and chased him, "You stand over, we will help you take a few pictures, let you see what the real technology is."

Liang Muqiu was too weak to refuse, sighed, and did not choose a posture to find a background, leaned against the railing, and looked up at the acacia tree.

Now the mountains are still foggy, not bright, but the light is soft, Liang Muqiu's profile is delicate, but the lines are clear, the moment he raised his head, his eyes seemed to have the afterglow of the setting sun, that tree The Acacia tree has been around for a hundred years, and the branches are luxuriant and leafy. A branch and leaf that slants out is right on top of Liang Muqiu's head.

Zhuang Yue clicked the shutter.

Liang Muqiu knew how much he weighed, "I can't compare that. Everyone's face is insured, so I probably won't get tired of it myself," but he leaned over When I saw it, I also thought it was good, "It's much better than me, please send me a message."

Zhuang Yue agreed.

They went up the mountain, and they didn't need to get together for activities. Several screenwriters went to buy batik fabrics. Liang Muqiu and his roommate Hong Chao sat under the tree to rest, next to a small shop selling wood carvings In the stall, there was a puppy that was carved to life. He thought of edamame and bought it.

Liang Muqiu took a photo of the wood carving, subconsciously sent it to Cen Nan and asked him, "Does it look like edamame?"

After a while, Cen Nan replied, but it was very short, "Edamame is cuter than this."

In addition, a photo of edamame is included. The chubby Corgi is dozing off on Cen Nan's lap.

Liang Muqiu laughed dumbly.

After the afternoon trip, there will be a bonfire party in the evening. It is to play with the local ethnic minorities and get together to dance.

This is Liang Muqiu's blind spot. Before everyone caught him, he smeared oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away.

But he didn't go far, he walked to the Tuo Bridge and photographed the crowd singing and dancing beside the bonfire party from a distance.

No trace was ever seen.

But Liang Muqiu is not afraid.

He lit a cigarette and leaned on the railing of Tuoqiao, remembering the legend he heard in the daytime, saying that a brother and sister got separated on Tuoqiao, but after many years they are in Tuoqiao again Reunion on the , so Tuoqiao will protect all those who have been separated.

People meet again here.

He exhaled a cigarette ring, listening to the laughter from a distance, took a few from a bunch of photos taken today, and posted them in the circle of friends. Anyway, come out to collect wind, do not say anything, it seems that the name is not worthy of the name.

But not long after he sent it, Cen Nan's call came, as if he had been squatting beside the phone.

He picked it up lazily, "Hello?"

Cen Nan didn't expect it to be so quiet there, so he paused, "Why is there no sound there, isn't it at the bonfire party?"

"I left after playing for a while," Liang Muqiu said, "If I'm still playing, do you think I'll be free to answer your call?"

"Where are you, have you returned to the hotel," Cen Nan asked, "Did you have fun today?"

Liang Muqiu removed the cigarette from her lips and looked at the sky full of stars, "It's okay, the stars are much brighter than in the city. I didn't go back to the hotel, I walked on the Tuoqiao by myself."

Cen Nan was nervous, he had searched the terrain and strategy here, "Why are you going there, at night, you can't see anything, and the bridge is slippery. Qiuqiu, Go somewhere brighter."

Liang Muqiu wanted to laugh.

He went out to find materials a few years ago. He has been to many places, and in bad weather, he once doubted whether he would die.

Now there is only a bridge, and Cen Nan is so nervous.

As he walked down the bridge, he turned over the old accounts with Cen Nan, "You still said to me, you haven't played extreme sports yourself? Haven't you done motorcycle racing with others? Now you will. educate me."

"That's my fault," Cen Nan admitted quickly, "I used to be young and didn't know how to save my life, but I won't now."

Boring, Liang Muqiu pouted.

But he heard Cen Nan say again, "If I don't live well, what if you run away with other little old men?"

Liang Muqiu got off the bridge.

He looked at the dim street lights in the night and thought, I'm going to run early.

But the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

The two were chatting, and when they were about to reach most of the edges, he heard Cen Nan say, "Qiuqiu, when you come back, would you like to date me? ?"

Liang Muqiu stopped.

"I saw the photos you posted about going out with others, and I was envious and envious. I know I'm not qualified to say this, but I see them all standing by your side and watching with you Mountain Moon Star River, I feel jealous."

He could hear that Cen Nan was really jealous.

This Cen Nan, who has been the object of everyone's admiration since he was a teenager, is always noble and arrogant, as if he is jealous of Cen Nan, who has everything in his hands.

In fact, his first reaction was to refuse, but he was silent for two seconds before asking, "Where do you go first?"

Cen Nan didn't think he would agree, and his voice was pleasantly surprised, "You can go anywhere, do anything, as long as you are willing."

Liang Muqiu smiled silently.

"Then come back and talk about it, see my mood and see if I'm free."

He hung up the phone and walked out of the winding path into the lights.

The bonfire party was coming to an end, and his fellow screenwriters all gathered by the river and greeted him when they saw him.

Liang Muqiu walked over, a river lantern and a pen were stuffed in her hand.

He didn't know why, "What is this?"

Hong Chao answered him, "Put the river lantern, you can write your wish on it. The river lantern is just a wish, it's good luck."

A young boy next to him giggled and answered, "You can write the name of your sweetheart."

Liang Muqiu smiled and wanted to see what others had written, but found that they were all about getting rich.

But after thinking about it, he still wrote two lines of words on the river lantern, then found a place, and slowly drifted away by this bright yellow river lantern.