Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Zhuge Qinuo's calmness almost drove Huang Cangran crazy, but she was able to maintain her composure, and he did not dare to show any excessive emotions: "Yes, I understand you. You will definitely fight for what you want. I think you must have thought about what you want to make such a decision, right? And you are satisfied with the result. Am I right?"

Zhuge Qinuo smiled knowingly. After not seeing her for more than ten years, he could still see through her at a glance. It seemed that he already knew what she had done without asking.

"But after so many years of love and dedication, you will also feel sad and need to release it. You can not do it for him, you can not do it for this marriage, but isn't the time you have wasted over these years worth your tears?"

Zhuge frowned, his eyes reddened: "Huang Cangran, you are bullying me because you know me, right? Why do you have to make me cry? Just like you said, I have already got the result I wanted, why should I cry?"

"It will hurt." His voice was so light.

"No." She said firmly.

"I believe that when you made this decision, you no longer loved him, or he had already drained all your emotions. So you don't hate him, right?"

"How can there be hatred if there is no love?"

"Yes, this is a relief for you."

"But, how much pain were you in before this?"

"I can understand the despair and brokenness you went through, and how you rebuilt yourself again and again amidst the brokenness, and finally achieved the result you want today."

Huang Cangran spoke one sentence at a time.

He had not been by her side for these years, and he did not know many things, but it seemed that he knew everything. Every word seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and hit Zhuge Qinuo's heart accurately.

"You really do understand me, the best." Zhuge Qinuo laughed at himself, "You know I used a lot of tricks, but you definitely don't know what tricks I used. Am I very bad and scheming?"

"How could that be! It's just that the time of giving up was earlier than they knew."

This is Huang Cangran. Even after ten years, he is still the one who knows her best.

He looked at her seriously. Compared with her current restraint, self-mockery and self-comfort, he hoped that she could let down her guard and remove her disguise in front of him.

"Brother's shoulders are always there. Cry, it's not shameful." Huang Cangran tried to regain the feeling of relying on each other they once had, and changed his tone to a relaxed one.

"No need!" Zhuge Qinuo still refused to communicate.

After being rejected repeatedly, Huang Cangran knew that it was useless. She was used to hiding her emotions. Instead of forcing him repeatedly, she decided to try another approach: "Have I been out for too long, so long that you don't even recognize me as your brother?"

"Are you here to comfort me or to cause trouble for me? This has nothing to do with you."

"Nothing at all?"

Zhuge Qinuo didn't say anything. She knew that she was somewhat heartless towards him.

"Oh, this is really infuriating. Am I here to comfort you, or are you here to hurt me? You came from so far away, and you didn't even treat me. I'm hungry. Do you have instant noodles?" Huang Cangran immediately changed his tone, "Brother, you don't recognize me either, so please cook some instant noodles for me, a guest who came from afar."

"Instant noodles?" Zhuge Qinuo was so angry that he almost laughed, "You are here to irritate me. I don't have the strength."

This trick really worked, and she felt much more relaxed.

"I've come a long way." Huang Cangran said as he lay down on the sofa, "I'm starving."

"Get up. How old are you? Where is your image?" Zhuge Qinuo looked at Huang Cangran with disdain as he did when he was a child.

“I have come from afar!”

"Cook, cook, cook. I'll cook."

Seeing Zhuge Qinuo reluctantly walk into the kitchen and rummage around, Huang Cangran smiled with relief.

Seeing that Zhuge Qinuo had already started to boil water, Huang Cangran hurried over and said, "Oh, you are so perfunctory. You said you came from a far distance, but you can't even put your heart into boiling instant noodles."

A look of disgust.

"How can you tell that I'm not serious? I'm just boiling water."

"Just boil the water, sprinkle the seasoning, and throw the noodles in?"

"What else? These are the ingredients for instant noodles. A good cook cannot cook without rice. Please make do with it. You are a guest from afar. I haven't eaten for two days. I don't have the energy to bother with you."

Zhuge Qinuo frowned.

"Get out of here, get out of here. Women without life skills are too scary."

It was a familiar overbearing and annoying tone.

Huang Cangran complained as he opened the refrigerator and took out eggs, sausages and the only vegetables: "I'll cook, you wash the dishes."

"Me?" Zhuge Qinuo didn't know if this person was sent by God to oppose her. In her current state, she could choose not to eat, but she couldn't choose to wash the dishes.

"Otherwise, if you just eat and don't move, you'll get fat. You should be a little more demanding on yourself. Look at how fat you are now." He was merciless.

Zhuge Qinuo naturally knew that she was 20 kilograms heavier than before she got married, and she had lost weight recently because the divorce made her think too much, and she hadn't eaten properly for a few days, so she starved to death. Perhaps it couldn't even be called thin, but rather a shriveled feeling brought about by haggardness.

"Okay!" No more argument.

Sure enough, a man can still be like a child when he is 40. What is there to argue with an old kid?

Not long after, Huang Cangran carefully brought out his "special instant noodles".

Zhuge Qinuo just took the first bite...

"Is it delicious?" Huang Cangran's eyes were full of anticipation.

Zhuge Qinuo was not stupid. She immediately understood that Huang Cangran had said a lot of nonsense just to get her to eat in various ways.

"Thank you!" she couldn't help but say.

Huang Cangran: "Ask you if the food is delicious and say thank you."

Zhuge Qinuo: "It's hard for you to put on so many shows just to let me eat something."

Huang Cangran: "It must be so delicious that he went crazy."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Who sent you here, my father or my godmother?"

"I can't just have a telepathic connection and divine soldiers descend from the sky."

He would not miss any opportunity to touch her heart.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Sure! Thank you!"

Huang Cangran: "So, is it delicious?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Delicious!"

Huang Cangran: "Hey, you finally answered my question. I can finally say what's next - remember to do this next time."

Huang Cangran was sitting opposite her, eating with his head down. One bowl was not enough, so he went to get another one.

Both of them were eating very seriously, but they were thinking about the same thing in their minds.

Regardless of whether Zhuge Qinuo's current behavior was true or false, she had finally made peace with their past. He could still be by her side as a brother.

Zhuge Qinuo was also feeling fortunate that after meeting each other again after so many years, Huang Cangran and she could finally face each other calmly. No matter what they felt in their hearts, at least now they had tacitly reached a balance.

Finally, under Huang Cangran's guidance, Zhuge Qinuo even finished the soup and had the fullest meal in days.

Zhuge Qinuo really felt that it was time to move, so he prepared to get up and wash the dishes. Huang Cangran took them away and said, "Since you even finished the soup, I think you are too full to move."

I saw him walk into the kitchen swiftly and wash a pile of pots and pans quickly.