Trajectory 2: entangled curves

When I came to my senses and looked at the few empty seats on the plane, one of them was occupied by the crying baby.

The young man looked at the seat number on his boarding pass, hoping to be as far away from this little trouble as possible. However, contrary to his wishes, not only was he not far away, his seat was the closest to it in the entire plane.

The person with the baby was a young mother. In order to give him her seat, she had to stand up with the child in her arms.

He walked politely to his seat, looked out the window with a look of despair, and turned up the volume of his headphones.

"It's just two hours. It will pass if you just bear with it." He said to himself, and then began to close his eyes and rest.

The baby's crying almost never stopped during the flight. Other people in the cabin were very dissatisfied.

The young man sat next to him and said nothing. He had already prepared himself mentally and seemed to be used to it. What bothered him more was the people who had opinions.

They express their opinions in different ways.

Some people made "tsk tsk" sounds to express their dissatisfaction; some even complained softly, "The child is too young to fly on a plane. You've worked hard." There were also some who seemed to say some sympathetic and comforting words to the young mother when passing by, but in fact they were complaining about the young mother in their words and implying that the child was too young to be brought on the plane.

The young man never turned around. He could tell all kinds of human emotions just by his ears. Under the mask, he sneered. But he didn't want to care and continued to close his eyes and rest.

Soon, the baby's crying stopped.

This made him feel uncomfortable. He turned around and saw the person who had just helped him retrieve his phone standing in front of him.

She was still wearing a mask and a hat, but the baby was very well behaved in her arms.

The child's mother and the flight attendant were looking at the cute baby with smiles on their faces. The scene was so warm and harmonious.

"What exactly happened in such a short while?" He couldn't help but take off his headphones out of curiosity.

The young man's series of actions caught Zhuge Qinuo's eyes.

"Young people today would probably be extremely upset if they saw this kind of situation. The child is in such a mess, but they have no intention of helping. When they reach the age of having children, they will definitely back out a thousand times. If this continues, what will happen to the current national policy of encouraging childbirth?"

As she thought about it, she felt more and more that what she was doing was absolutely right.

I told the young mother, "I've already said that you should go with the flight attendant. It would be best if you can wake up and drink some milk when the plane descends."

"Thank you so much!" The young mother thanked her again and again.

"It's okay. You're a first-time mother and you don't have any experience. Babies are different from adults. You'll be fine next time. He's so cute. We all like him very much."

Zhuge Qinuo exchanged seats with the young mother, and the flight attendant helped to adjust the luggage.

After finishing everything, Zhuge Qinuo sat down on the chair.

I wore a hat and mask when doing these things, thinking of doing good deeds without leaving a name. I originally wanted to take off the hat and mask and relax in my seat after moving to this side.

Perhaps out of imitation of the trend among young people, the young man was still fully armed; perhaps she judged that the young man must be a handsome guy, and instinctively did not want to show her sloppy and lifeless side in front of the handsome guy. I don’t know why, anyway, when she realized that the person next to her was that young man, she didn’t want to take off the equipment, and decided to continue wearing the mask and even lowered her hat.

The cabin environment was closed, and Zhuge Qinuo herself was prone to motion sickness. Now she had to wear a mask and could not breathe freely. She began to feel suffocated.

Afraid that the vague discomfort would continue and she would vomit, she simply tilted her head and closed her eyes.

On the one hand, it was to stop thinking about this feeling, and on the other hand, it was to maintain a cool and distant image in front of the handsome boy.

The young man next to her wanted to say thank you to her, but when he saw Zhuge Qinuo turned off the microphone, he showed no intention of speaking at all.

After a mental struggle, he sat up straight, mustered up his courage, and said to Zhuge Qinuo: "Hello, thank you for picking up my phone earlier."

The subject was clear, and the distance was very close, so who else could he be talking to if not her? Zhuge Qinuo opened his eyes, turned towards the young man, and raised his head slightly so that the two people under the hat could have some eye contact.

"You're welcome." She nodded, smiled and replied.

The young man's voice was very attractive, and the pleasant voice was a little childish. As an old lady, Zhuge Qinuo immediately returned to her previous posture after saying this.

"That little baby..." The young man was still trying to find a topic to talk about.

"I'll go to my seat in the front." Zhuge Qinuo didn't expect him to continue talking, so he opened his eyes again, turned to look at him, and tried to be friendly.

"First class?" the young man asked.

"Yes." Zhuge Qinuo wondered why he asked this, but still answered.

"Why?" the young man still asked.

Zhuge Qinuo took a deep breath. She didn't want to flaunt her high moral standards and her willingness to help others. But when she thought about the few times she had met the young man, she returned the phone with good intentions, but he turned his head and showed an impatient expression. He also focused on the level of the seat he was changing, not on how she helped others or how she stopped the child from crying. She suddenly felt that young people nowadays were too materialistic. If she didn't say a few nice words, would he think that her willingness to help others was just a show?

"Children nowadays are really ignorant. We should just educate them."

As she thought about this, she immediately started to speak: "This is no different from giving up your seat to someone in need on the bus. When I was a child, my teachers and parents must have taught me this."

Zhuge Qinuo's voice was gentle, but his words were very sharp.

Seeing that the young man couldn't respond, she felt a little regretful. Isn't this a secret insult?

"As for returning the phone, although his first reaction was indeed bad, if I were in his shoes, I would also feel hostile if a stranger tapped me for no reason. The child's momentary impatience was not necessarily directed at me, but just a conditioned reflex of defense. Besides, he has already thanked me. I can't assume that others are bad just because I am in a bad mood."

Zhuge Qinuo has always been good at self-reflection.

So I changed my tone and continued, "The baby didn't mean to cry, and he didn't want to. He cried because he felt uncomfortable but couldn't express it. If the plane is more spacious and closer to the front, the feeling of takeoff and landing will be less. It doesn't matter to us adults, but babies are more sensitive and should be more comfortable. If he is more comfortable, everyone on the plane will be more comfortable too. Besides, I usually fly economy class, and I bought a first class ticket this time just for the experience. I've just experienced it, and it's enough. Now I can help others. This ticket is great value."

"Oh, that's it. Thank you for telling me that." The young man nodded.

His thanks this time made Zhuge Qinuo feel that they were sincere.

Wearing a mask, she looked at him, raised the corners of her mouth, and nodded slightly: "You're welcome."

Zhuge Qinuo didn't know why she stood up and why she was so generous. How long ago did she become a person who "didn't care about other people's troubles"?

She really didn't want to care at first, but at that time she was sitting in her seat, still thinking about life, and still lamenting and feeling lost for the first long trip without Han Moli and the children after their marriage.

But on this plane, the first-class seats and economy class seats are separated by only a curtain.

But she just happened to hear the crying of children in the economy class and various voices of other people.

Perhaps she was seeking a moment of peace, or perhaps she had the same experience as the young mother.

She couldn't stay out of it.

When asked this by the young man, she began to feel that this kind of kindness seemed impulsive to her, like that of a naive child.

But then she thought, what's wrong with being a child? As she said, she felt it was worth it.

Because I helped people, twice.

Maybe it was because she had vented a little when she was "educating" the young man just now, so her mood became much better.

The holes in my heart seem to be slowly being filled.

People really need to walk around more, see more, experience more, because you never know when there will be redemption and healing.

After that, she and the young man didn't talk to each other again. They didn't even say goodbye when they got off the plane.

We are strangers, so there is no need to pretend to be familiar or polite. Most of the time, everyone will tacitly remain strangers.