Trajectory 2: entangled curves

What is she scared of?

Huang Cangran was seen sitting in the back seat, leisurely drinking water from a paper cup.

"Come up quickly, you're so slow. And there's still a patient waiting for you? I'm so sleepy. Go home and sleep." Huang Cangran's heavy nasal tone couldn't cover up his disgust.

"Speak properly!" Feng Ping warned.

Zhuge Qinuo was so scared that he hit his head when he got into the car.

"So stupid!" he said disdainfully.

Zhuge Qinuo was so nervous that he quickened the pace of getting into the car and got in in a flash.

"Don't you look like a girl? How can you be like a monkey?" He was still full of disgust.

Zhuge Qinuo was about to fight back, but Feng Ping was unhappy: "Didn't I tell you to go home first after I bought the medicine? You refused, and now you're going to nag me again."

"Hello, Brother Cangran!" The more courtesy, the less blame.

"I'm not good!"

Unless that person is Huang Cangran.

"Brother Cangran doesn't live in school now?" Zhuge Qinuo asked weakly.

He replied coldly: "Yes."

"Will you go home every Wednesday from now on?" Zhuge Qinuo would ask.

Even colder: "I don't want to come back!"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Then..."

"Aren't you asking why I'm here? Is there something wrong with your ears? Can't you hear it?" Huang Cangran's tone wasn't bad, but not a single good word came from him.

Isn't it just a disease? Zhuge Qinuo felt strongly that his current tone was not bad because he didn't have the energy to get angry.

She chose not to speak anymore.

"Shut up! You are so fragile. You are already in the third year of high school, and you still dare to get sick?" Feng Ping retorted to him again.

"Do I want to?" Huang Cangran asked Feng Ping.

Feng Ping didn't indulge him: "Yeah, it doesn't matter to you. It doesn't matter if you're sick or not, you don't have to study at school anyway. It's better to be sick, at least you won't cause trouble!"

"When did I cause trouble? Cough cough cough!"

After Feng Ping and her son talked back and forth, Huang Cangran started coughing violently, perhaps because he was too excited.

Zhuge Qinuo was worried that he could neither join nor stop this fierce verbal exchange. While he was coughing, Zhuge Qinuo quickly took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

Huang Cangran glanced at Zhuge Qinuo, took the tissue angrily, and turned away. The light was too dim, and he turned his head too quickly, so she couldn't see his expression clearly.

Huang Cangran didn't want to act so "fierce", but as soon as he opened his mouth, his tone changed. After all, two years ago, they had almost found a balance point where they could coexist peacefully. No, to be more precise, in the blink of an eye, it has been almost three years.

Zhuge Qinuo was still the same as before, but because she was mentally prepared, she was no longer as sad as when she was a child. After all, they might have to live together for a long time in the future. She needed to adjust herself and even work hard to change this situation. She also looked out the window, and the scenery on the roadside had changed a lot compared to three years ago.

back home.

"I should still live in the small room, right?" Huang Cangran asked weakly.

"That room originally belonged to your sister. Did you become her after living there for a few days? You are a grown man now. Stop acting like a nagging woman." He said one sentence, and Feng Ping said many more.

"Did I say anything?" Huang Cangran didn't say much and went straight upstairs.

Feng Ping stepped forward and teased, "Oh, are you really angry?"

"Oh my god, I'm sick and dizzy." Huang Cangran said.

"Oh, yes, then take good care of yourself, go back to your room early, take a shower and go to bed. Don't come out. Don't infect your sister." Feng Ping did not forget to remind him.

Is this being blatantly disliked?

"My real mother!" Huang Cangran summed up with strength.

In Zhuge Qinuo's opinion, Huang Cangran was driven away by Feng Ping. Still feeling awkward, Feng Ping changed her attitude to a friendly one, took Zhuge Qinuo's hand, and went upstairs while saying, "Xiao Nuo, I bought you new pajamas and some new clothes. It's not a big problem if the pajamas are a little big, I've asked Auntie to wash and dry them and put them on your bed. Try the other new clothes and shoes to see if they are the right size. If not, I'll change them tomorrow."

As they were talking, the two of them had already come upstairs.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Why are you buying me more? I already have a lot of clothes."

Feng Ping: "Little girls are not afraid of too much. It's been a long time since I bought any."

"Where's mine?" Huang Cangran turned around and asked before he could walk into the room.

"You didn't." Feng Ping answered simply.

"I knew it! My clothes are too small. Please be more fair next time. It's always like this." He complained.

"I haven't bought Xiao Nuo clothes for a year. I bought you a lot this year. Go to bed quickly and stop nagging. Well, you guys go take a shower and go to bed early. I'm going to bed too. Good night!" Feng Ping was smiling when she spoke. She was probably amused by Huang Cangran's way of competing for favor.

Zhuge Qinuo believed that she would never meet a godmother like Feng Ping who doted on her goddaughter again in this life, and she might not meet one in the next life. Huang Cangran was still at the door, and she didn't dare to stay any longer. After saying good night to Feng Ping, she immediately returned to her room and closed the door.

Seeing a bed of new clothes arranged in pairs, including clothes, pants, skirts, socks, shoes, and more than 80 kinds of clothes, and exquisite headdresses on the desk, even hairpins and beautiful combs were prepared. It is not an exaggeration to describe her mood at the moment as overjoyed. Looking at the beautiful headdresses, she felt a little regretful. In such an atmosphere of great academic pressure, if she took these to school, the teacher would definitely think that her mind was not on studying. But she thought about it again, these things are just for looking at, and she likes them every time she looks at them, and she feels happy and satisfied.

This time when she came back, her mentality changed. A new life had to unfold slowly. In the face of so many realities, she had to learn to accept and integrate, and she had to learn to adapt. She had always grown up in love, and she just had to learn to be a little princess with better material conditions. What was so difficult about that? It was just becoming someone else's daughter at the same time, what was so difficult about that?

Suddenly, I lost all sleepiness and started trying on clothes one by one. Each one was very exquisite. Of course, the price tags were also quite attractive.

After trying on clothes and preparing herself mentally, she carefully packed up all the new clothes and put them in the closet. Then she changed into beautiful pink pajamas and went to wash up.

After washing, she combed her hair casually and tied it up casually.

When she went out and met Huang Cangran, she hurriedly said, "Hello, Brother Cangran! Good night, Brother Cangran!"

Then he quickly slipped into the room.

I had just laid down on the bed comfortably for a short while. Before I could calm down, my cell phone started to vibrate.

It was Huang Cangran: "Am I a virus? Why are you hiding so quickly?"

Zhuge Qinuo didn't know how to reply yet.

I received another text message: "Open the door, I need to get something."

Zhuge Qinuo was puzzled. Hadn't everything been moved away? What else was there? But she still got up and opened the door.