Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Start, start, drive away.

What’s in my mind is Mibei’s appearance, expression, and words.

In just those few seconds, it was as if time slowed down. Zhuge Qinuo could remember every detail about him. Every frame of that smile gave her a strong feeling, as if she was about to fall deeply in love with him.

And Mibei's inexplicable words, "Okay, I will, thank you", what will? Thank you for what?

red light.

Zhuge Qinuo tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips unconsciously, and in an instant, an idea flashed to him: Weibo!

"He saw it, he must have seen it!" She couldn't wait to take out her cell phone, flip through Mi Bei's Weibo, and read her own messages in chronological order.

Nearly two hours had passed, and her message was now the eighth one.

Article! Eight!

So, Mi Bei must have seen it when she just sent it.

Her heartbeat quickened! She began to imagine a thousand possibilities of what Mi Bei would think of her.

"Will you think I'm pretending to be young?"

"Do you still think I'm stupid?"

"Ah! He won't think that I am seducing him, will I?"

"Do you want to save your old face? Do you want to live?"

……

At the same time, at the hotel.

The second before the elevator closed, Mi Bei caught up with Deng Qing and got into the elevator.

Mi Bei: "I'm pretty good, right?"

"Not bad." Deng Qing looked at the boy he admired very much, "Why are you back?"

Mibei: “What else?”

"I thought you guys..." Deng Qing stretched out his finger, his eyes wandered upwards half a circle, looking as if he was daydreaming.

"You think too much. We don't have that kind of relationship." Mi Bei was speechless.

"You are indeed a little young, but younger-than-yours relationships are very popular nowadays. Besides, she's a great beauty. With such beauty in front of you? You're not moved at all?" Deng Qing joked.

"There's such a beautiful girl in front of you? Are you moved too?" Mi Bei retorted.

Deng Qing: "What nonsense are you talking about? At least I don't always speak in favor of others. You're being too obvious."

Mi Bei: "Hey, I'm not biased! I don't treat her any differently. If you want to say she's special, then I haven't seen you be so harsh to others as you are to her, right?"

"Wow, look at yourself, look at yourself, you're so persistent." Deng Qing showed no sign of weakness.

"Oh, anyway, there is no such relationship." Mi Bei suddenly felt a little shy and wanted to stop the topic.

Deng Qing: "Nothing matters?"

Mibei: "We are just friends who are slightly better than ordinary friends."

"Just a friend? Why are you shy?" With Deng Qing's understanding of Mi Bei, he could naturally see through it at a glance.

"No!" Mi Bei denied without confidence, because just now he was still showing off to her.

"Don't you even look at who is in front of you? Your ears are red and you still say you are not shy. No one will believe that." Deng Qing exposed him without hesitation.

"Ding".

As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator reached the 12th floor. Mi Bei was so scared that he leaned towards Deng Qing.

Deng Qing shook her head lovingly and helplessly: "Fortunately, I'm on the same floor with you. If we weren't, you would be scared to death. Do you want to come to my room and sleep on the sofa?"

"No, what happened just now was too sudden." Although he was very scared, Mi Bei still refused.

"You need to get used to it." Deng Qing patted Mi Bei's shoulder.

The two of them went back to their rooms.

Because of Deng Qing's relationship, Mi Bei's room was arranged next to his, with Deng Qing's agent's room in between.

As soon as Mi Bei entered the room, he immediately started to wash up, trying to get the only sleep time he had.

After lying down, he tossed and turned. Even though he knew it was very close to the time to get up, he still needed to get some rest.

But insomnia is like a disobedient child, it is completely difficult to control.

He took out his cell phone and wanted to play a game, but he felt annoyed no matter which game he opened.

I couldn't help but open Weibo; I couldn't help but open the status I posted most recently; I couldn't help but click on the comments; I couldn't help but click on the sorting button; I couldn't help but look at it twice more, "Baby brother, come on."

Suddenly I realized that if my agent knew that I opened Weibo at this time, I might be scolded again. So I stared at the screen for two seconds with a wry smile, and then quietly logged off.

"Have you arrived at the hotel safely?" Finally, he couldn't help but send a WeChat message to Zhuge Qinuo.

He felt like he had a lot to say to her but didn't know how to start. However, the number of her words could be counted on one hand, and he didn't know whether he should disturb her again. He just thought that she might not have arrived at the hotel yet, so he found an excuse for himself. This was out of ordinary friendship, a gentleman's concern.

It seemed like this was what he wanted to do. After sending the text message, the insomnia and anxiety disappeared.

"Thank you!" There was no response for a long time. Perhaps it was to create some vibrations to remind her, or perhaps it was to ease the embarrassment of no one responding.

"Ha, I've been here a long time ago. Thank you for your concern. I just finished taking a bath and lying down. You should go to sleep now! Good night." When Zhuge Qinuo saw Mi Bei's WeChat, more than half an hour had passed. She took a bath, washed herself, and lay down on the bed.

Her hair was wet and she was too lazy to blow dry it. She just wanted to go to bed quickly.

But she also couldn't sleep.

Mi Bei's two messages were like two stones thrown into Zhuge Qinuo's heart, breaking the calm and creating ripples. The water seemed to want to burst out of his heart, blending into the quiet night and continuing to ripple. This aftermath seemed to be able to be infinitely magnified and eventually merge with something else.

"Ding" Mibei received a text message from Zhuge Qinuo while feeling upset.

Just said good night? She didn't seem to want to chat. But it was already past three in the morning, and a normal person would be sleeping. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk, she must be really tired.

"Okay, good night." After a mental struggle, Mi Bei couldn't help but reply to the text message.

shock.

Zhuge Qinuo picked up his phone and opened it, and saw Mi Bei's reply.

It was late, so she didn't dare to expect anything, but she was actually a little happy to receive a reply. It was like the excitement of broadcasting a message to the boundless universe and getting a response.

Should I reply so late? Should I stop asking him to reply and let him rest?

"You haven't slept yet? There's going to be a show tomorrow, right?" She couldn't help herself in the end.

Because her heart was beating so fast, she had to take out her phone to text him back, and she convinced herself that it would be rude not to reply.

"Yes, yes! The first game." Mibei replied.

"Then go to bed quickly. It won't be good to be in a bad state tomorrow. When you have time tomorrow, remember to have a good rest. Now, go to bed quickly. It's so late, don't reply. Good night. Really good night!" She wanted to express all her concern for him to go to bed early, and didn't want him to think that she didn't want to chat.

"Okay! Good night!" Mi Bei replied with a smile on her face.

"Really good night? What kind of expression is that?" She muttered to herself with an even wider smile. He could understand her intentions.

I don’t know why, but my heart, which had been restless just now, seemed to have become much more obedient and began to calm down.

Some fragments of today flashed through his mind, the way Zhuge Qinuo sat up from the pile of clothes on the sofa, with a look of helplessness and confusion on his face, and the way he confronted Deng Qing, all of which made him smile unconsciously.

Finally, he fell into a deep sleep.

This time, he didn't care whether the TV was on, whether the lights were on, whether the door was closed, or whether the curtains were open to the width he wanted.