TLC: Yuyin
PR: Amy
On the second day of his trip to Yunzhou, Liang Muqiu and the others got up early to try the morning tea in the village.
Near the entrance of the teahouse, there was an old tree. They didn’t enter the shop and instead sat on the bamboo tables and chairs outside. The people around them were all locals except for them. They were not too young and chatted amongst themselves in the local dialect, creating a lively scene in the morning.
For Liang Muqiu’s group who had been accustomed to city life for a long time, it was rare to enjoy a cup of morning tea leisurely on this foggy day.
One of the screenwriters sighed, “After earning money, I want to retire early so I can buy a house in places like this. Drinking morning tea, walking the dogs and enjoying the flowers, it’s very tranquil. I’m sick of having meetings and writing scripts every day.”
The others laughed and echoed his words.
Everyone had such desires but is it easy to break free from the endless cycle of work? If you want to live in seclusion in the mountain valleys, you can come at any time, the property is relatively cheap but will you earn enough money to retire?
Liang Muqiu nibbled on his crispy fruit roll and remembered his teacher. Luo Wen was an unrestrained and easygoing person. Once he said it, he would follow through. He mentioned retirement and really ended up withdrawing from the industry despite not reaching retirement age.
He bought a small house in the suburbs, had no children, no women, and raised a yard of flowers and thrushes, peaceful and free.
He thought that when he grew old, he would follow in Luo Wen’s footsteps.
The morning tea contained the characteristics of the local ethnicity and was infused with a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables. He raised his mobile phone to take a photo and realised that Cen Nan had sent him a message half an hour ago.
In the photo, Edamame was hanging onto a tree stump as if his life and death depended on it and was crying piteously for food as he stared at the fried ham that was hanging on the street stall.
Cen Nan complained to him, “As soon as you’re gone, Edamame stops being obedient.”
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Liang Muqiu had been on his way out and didn’t see his message.
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In the photo, Edamame’s head was buried in his bowl as he ate. His food was richer compared to what Liang Muqiu normally gave him. There was snow beef, a poached egg, a slice of salmon and a small portion of chicken puree beside it.
Wow, look at you, Liang Muqiu sneered in his heart. With a pie falling from the sky, Edamame probably felt that he had gotten rich overnight.
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He thought he was replying calmly, but in the eyes of others, his low eyebrow and smile seemed to indicate the first awakening of love.
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In the afternoon, they were free to do whatever they wanted. At five o’clock, they gathered for dinner and set off for the road and were taken to the high-speed railway station and the airport respectively.
Liang Muqiu strolled around the local mountain temple in the afternoon, then detoured to a street a little further away, and bought some handmade souvenirs for his mother, grandmother, Luo Wen and Song Wei.
But he wasn’t sure if he wanted to buy one for Cen Nan.
Holding a small silver teapot, he thought that Cen Nan didn’t lack anything and he didn’t visit a place far away, only a conservative village to gain inspiration. It wasn’t necessary to buy a souvenir for him specially.
But the little silver teapot in his hands was so cute.
Liang Muqiu thought about it and still bought it.
He didn’t buy anything himself but Zhuang Yue and the others bought too many red bean bracelets and hung them on his wrist.
His skin was pale and his fingers were well proportioned, like a fine mutton fat jade carving. The vermillion beads set off his white skin, creating an indescribable beauty.
It caused the few female screenwriters to stare at him and compare themselves, feeling as if they’d lost to him.
However, Liang Muqiu didn’t feel any of it.
He looked at the string of red beads and remembered that Cen Nan had once given him a Nanhong bracelet. Each bead was plump and round. There wasn’t a special festival happening but he thought that it suited Liang Muqiu and bought it.
After wearing it, Cen Nan caught his wrist and kissed it gently without speaking. He looked at him with a pair of smoke-like eyes and the tip of his tongue gently traced his wrist…
Liang Muqiu coughed and pulled himself out of his memory in time, but his ears were a little red.
It wasn’t his fault, it was Cen Nan’s brain that was stuffed with ideas unsuitable for children.
When he first got together with Cen Nan, he was still a young juvenile and for a long time, he was too shy to kiss him. Later, he spent a long time with Cen Nan and opened the door to a new world.
But where did the Nanhong bracelet go?
Liang Muqiu stood on the bridge and photographed the fading sunset. He vaguely remembered that he had stopped wearing that bracelet after Cen Nan left.
After dinner, the trip came to an end and everyone took a group photo together and went their separate ways.
Liang Muqiu finally went to the high-speed rail station with Hong Chao and Zhuang Yue.
After two days together, the three people become more familiar with each other as they talked and laughed along the way, and the time passed by quickly.
At twenty minutes past ten, Liang Muqiu returned to Bincheng with his suitcase.
In the bustling high-speed rail station, he saw Cen Nan in the crowd waiting outside the station.
With just one look, his heart seemed to skip a beat.
Cen Nan was wearing a white T-shirt and black trousers. His hair was unruly and scattered loosely on his forehead and there was a black watch on his wrist. He leaned against a pillar as he waited for someone.
Time hadn’t left too many marks on his face. Once he took off his formal clothes and withdrew his cold expression, he looked no different from when he was in university.
Liang Muqiu didn’t call out to him but dragged his suitcase over.
When there were only a few steps left between them, Cen Nan suddenly caught sight of him. His unconcerned expression suddenly turned gentle and he stepped forward.
Liang Muqiu was just about to ask Cen Nan to help him with his luggage so that he could drink water.
But before he could speak, Cen Nan leaned down and planted a kiss on the side of his face.
The bustling station was crowded with people as they went about their business. Not many noticed the brief interaction in this corner.
The kiss was so light, it could even be considered a form of courtesy.
Even then, Liang Muqiu was almost stammering, “What are you doing?”
Cen Nan straightened up and took the luggage from Liang Muqiu’s hand.
He answered frankly and confessed, “I’m taking advantage of you.”
Hi guys! I’m very excited to welcome Yuyin to BK’s translation team! She’s a TLC so she’ll compare the raws to my translation! It’s a major relief to have someone checking that what I’m typing is accurate 
Amy was asking me when I usually upload my chapters. That’s a good question because I don’t know either hahah. I usually get the chapter out on saturday, but whether I do it in the morning, afternoon or evening is a complete mystery. I hope I’ll be able to schedule chapters soon lol
will be referring it to beads from now cuz bean bracelets sound odd lol
thank u sm for the translation!!! i love this novel!!! <333
Thank You for the new chapter (๑˙❥˙๑) Welcome, welcome! Nice to have more great people on the boat! ♡(> ਊ <)♡
I want them to be happy but I also want Cen Nan to suffer more
thanks for the chapter <3
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