Trajectory 2: entangled curves

On the afternoon of receiving the divorce certificate, Zhuge Qinuo reported it to Zhuge Nan and Wu Yue.

For the next two days, she reported to Zhuge Nan as if nothing had happened. The child had not come back yet, and she was working as usual. It seemed that the divorce had no effect on her.

But in fact, during her alone time, she locked herself in the room, staring at a pile of agreements drafted for divorce and the small notebook that proved the end of her relationship with Han Moli, without eating or drinking.

She didn't mean to abuse herself, she just couldn't eat or drink.

Sad? Not really. I had rehearsed this scenario so many times in my mind that I felt numb to it when it became a reality.

Is she sad? A little, but she doesn't want to cry. It doesn't feel worth it. The water in her brain had already drained away before this agreement was signed.

Are you willing? She should be unwilling. From the divorce, it can be seen that Han Moli is not that bad. After all, he is the man she trained with her youth. It can only be said that he is a bargain for the mistress. But she can't control her lower body and her tea tasting ability is limited. If she is willing to turn a blind eye, maybe their marriage can really last for a long time. But this is impossible.

Does she regret it? Really not. Except that she can no longer give her child a complete family, she has gotten what she wanted.

Zhuge Qinuo didn't dare to lie down on the bed, because she would want to sleep if she lay down. Once she wanted to sleep, she would fall into thinking again and again. Wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep was the most painful, so she would rather choose to sit on the floor beside the bed and stare blankly.

It consumes both mental and physical energy at the same time, so if you are tired, you can naturally fall asleep.

It was as if she no longer had any motivation to support her. She no longer had to arm herself or hold on. When no one else was around, she could treat herself recklessly. Then she could adjust all her emotions before the children came back.

"Open the door!" WeChat on the phone.

Yellow and blue?

He is back?

When she saw these three words, many dusty memories about him flashed into her mind like lightning.

My thoughts are in turmoil and I feel mixed emotions.

It had been so many years, so long that she almost forgot his existence.

I remember that after she replied to my last text message on the night when we were traveling outside in college, they had almost no contact since then, let alone meeting each other.

Even at her wedding, she wanted him to be there, but he just sent a gift in advance and asked Feng Ping to send a red envelope on the day, but he never showed up.

At that time, Zhuge Qinuo already knew that she had lost her childhood sweetheart, Huang Cangran, long ago.

After that, news about him was only occasionally heard from Feng Ping.

Now that her child is ten years old, what will happen to him?

Although they hadn't seen each other for many years and she wanted to make a good impression on him, she really wasn't in the mood and time didn't allow it.

What's more, he is Huang Cangran. Hasn't he seen how miserable she is?

I hurried to the door and slapped my face a few times to cheer myself up and not be so depressed. Then I mustered up my courage and opened the door without much hesitation.

The opening of a door seemed to connect the time inside and outside that had been cut off for more than ten years.

Huang Cangran was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, and his face was still clean and handsome. If Zhuge Qinuo hadn't known that he was four years older than him, he wouldn't have believed that this man was already in his 40s.

The moment he saw Zhuge Qinuo, Huang Cangran was a little dazed.

She had changed, becoming less radiant than any time he remembered her in her downfall. She had gained weight and looked more haggard. Her face was pale, and her eye sockets were sunken. She was completely different from what he remembered her to be.

He felt distressed.

"Haha, there's no smell of alcohol, unlike you!" Huang Cangran chose a more light-hearted and humorous way to start their conversation after more than ten years.

But how could his one second of daze escape Zhuge Qinuo's eyes?

His 1 second of inaction made her feel a little ashamed. Getting married, having children, and getting divorced were her life over the years.

The broken and ugly self now is the one he hasn't seen for all these years.

Not to mention this half-human, half-ghost appearance, her life is already in tatters, what could be worse than this?

"There's nothing to escape from." She seemed to be encouraging herself in her heart.

"You haven't been back for so long, shouldn't you bring some gifts and ask if you missed me, Mr. Huang?" She also chose Huang Cangran's way, which was a little relaxed and humorous, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Huang Cangran frowned and touched Zhuge's forehead: "Nuo'er, are you okay?" After confirming that she didn't have a fever, he continued, "I thought you wouldn't open the door for me, at least not so easily."

"You came all the way back to watch, how can I justify your plane ticket if I don't open the door? But he didn't cry or make a fuss as you imagined, or try to commit suicide. I hope you'll be disappointed." She certainly knew why he was here.

Others may not know about her divorce, but Zhuge Nan and Wu Yue would definitely not hide it from Feng Ping. It is not surprising that Huang Cangran would know if Feng Ping knew about it.

It's just that he disappeared for so many years, but chose to appear when she was at her most embarrassed. There was an irrefutable smell of gunpowder in her tone.

"I didn't mean to provoke you, Miss. Are you really okay? Come, let me see." As he said this, he held Zhuge Qinuo's shoulders and moved his face closer to take a closer look at her face and eyes.

The tone and actions were all like how he treated her when she was a child.

Zhuge Qinuo did not resist.

Until Huang Cangran saw the crystal in her eyes.

It's all fake!

Huang Cangran looked at Zhuge Qinuo, his eyes gradually changing from casual to deep.

"Have you seen enough? Is it so bad? Am I so bad? I did a bad job, you can laugh at me, right?" She said, tears oozing from the corners of her eyes, her emotions showing signs of collapse.

Huang Cangran's heart was like a crack on the calm surface of a lake as her tears fell, and he finally dared to express his heaviness:

"Sorry, I am late."

"It's not late! You shouldn't have come. It's not necessary." She choked up and turned away, leaving Huang Cangran with only her back.

When did she even have to control her crying?

The saddest thing is that I don’t know what distance I should use to comfort her.

"Cry if you want to." His words seemed so pale and powerless.

"Oh, I'm fine! You can go too." She pretended to be relaxed.

"You don't even dare to cry, and you don't lose your temper. What do you mean you're fine? This is what happens!" Huang Cangran raised his tone. He could no longer pretend to be calm.

"Oh, it's not that I don't dare to cry, it's that I don't want to cry, right? Do you want to see me cry so much?"

The willfulness and edges are gone, but the stubbornness remains unchanged.

He didn't know what lessons life had taught her over the years that made her afraid to even express herself completely.

"You will get sick sooner or later if you keep holding it in. Is Han Moli crazy? I..." Huang Cangran was almost driven crazy by Zhuge's suppressed emotions.

"You won't go to settle accounts with him. You know me!" Zhuge Qinuo said calmly.