Trajectory 2: entangled curves

A normal busy day.

Mi Bei went to the crew and was informed that he would not have any scenes in the next few days. He had a meal with Deng Qing who had just arrived and was taken by him to study for a day.

Lying in bed, I suddenly remembered something and took out my phone to send a WeChat message to Zhuge Qinuo: "By the way, I've always owed you an IOU."

She didn't reply immediately. Time passed by, one minute, two minutes, ten minutes. He couldn't wait any longer and sent another message: "I will write the IOU, sign it, and put my fingerprints on it. When is the best time to give it to you?"

"When will you come next time?"

Another half hour passed with no response.

The emotion of waiting is like the sand in an hourglass, bit by bit, suppressed and unable to be released.

He watched the time go by, and realized it was already past one in the morning.

"She must have gone to bed a long time ago," he thought.

Zhuge Qinuo: "It doesn't matter, don't worry, let's talk about it next time we meet."

"Did you just finish filming? Go to bed early."

Just when I was about to give up, I got a response.

The two WeChat messages were like lights in the dark night, lighting him up.

But judging from the tone, it seems like he doesn't want to continue the conversation?

Mi Bei's heart was in ups and downs. He typed "Yeah, good night" but deleted it and typed it again: "Why are you so late? Did you go out to play?"

After typing these words, he began to automatically imagine Zhuge Qinuo dancing in the bar with drunken eyes. The shadow overlapped with the dance posture in the rehearsal room.

He thought about it but felt unhappy.

"Honey, I'm not that lucky! I just finished a meeting. I'm about to go home," she replied.

When Mi Bei found out that she was in a meeting, he felt happy. He typed fluently, "Well, drive safely. It's so late. Let me know when you get home."

Then I felt a little distressed, and then a little puzzled: "Does it have to be so hard to do business now? I have to work so late."

Because he didn't have any scenes in the next few days, he had memorized the script long ago. With nothing to do, he relaxed and had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Sometimes he was happy, sometimes he was distressed, sometimes he was confused, all because of one person. In such a tossing and turning mood, he was filled with strange thoughts, which made him feel at a loss.

"I'm home. You should go to bed! I'll go to bed early too."

Zhuge Qinuo replied to the WeChat message, but it seemed like he wanted to end the conversation.

"What's wrong with her? Why is she so reluctant to talk today? Or did she find out something about the Weibo post I posted?"

Under normal circumstances, Mi Bei might have chosen not to reply, but just now, his surging thoughts were still stirring his heartstrings.

"You work so late, go to bed early."

"I haven't slept yet. If you have anything on your mind, you can tell me."

Even if you can just say one more word to make her feel a little cared for, it would be good.

"Eh? What's going on? Why are you in such a good mood today?"

Zhuge Qinuo originally wanted him to go to bed early, but after hearing Mi Bei's text messages one after another, he became curious.

It seems that Mibei talks a lot today.

"Take these two days off."

"Why are you working so late? Is this a common occurrence?"

Although he wanted her to go to bed early, he couldn't bear to stop the conversation.

"Not often. It's just an emergency meeting. I have to go on a business trip tomorrow and I have to get up early. I can only sleep for six hours at most. I really need to go to bed early."

Mibe: Where are you going?

Zhuge Qinuo: "Shanghai."

Mibei: “Are you alone?”

Zhuge Qinuo: “Yeah!”

"Drive carefully, good night."

Mi Bei finally couldn't bear it anymore and said good night. He hated himself for being so selfish. She was obviously very tired, but he still kept talking to her like a clingy person.

15 minutes later...

"Ding".

Zhuge Qinuo's WeChat: "Sorry, I feel like you have something on your mind. Thank you for thinking of me at this time. I should have had a good chat with you. But I have something important to do tomorrow. Let me take care of what's going on now, and then I can be your confidant sister. Good night, baby brother."

Baby brother!

Mi Bei naturally knew that she was calling him after her youngest son.

I felt a sudden warmth flowing through my heart, and I felt it was so cozy and lovely.

He couldn't sleep or calm down.

Until I got up, packed my luggage, called a taxi, and went out.

Overnight, he came to her city and stayed in a hotel next to her community.

At this moment, in his hotel bed, he fell asleep quickly. Whether it was because of fatigue or because he felt at ease, he couldn't tell.

The next morning before 8 o'clock, he stood in front of Zhuge Qinuo's house with a small bag. The last time he came, he went up from the underground garage.

This time, when he came to the door completely relying on his memory, he suddenly woke up: "Why am I here? What am I doing?"

He began to hesitate whether to press the doorbell.

Suddenly, someone from the house across the street came out. He turned his back cautiously, feeling the peripheral vision of others looking at him, imagining the suspicion and doubt in their eyes.

He pressed the doorbell in a panic, and as if to encourage himself, he pressed it a few more times.

The people living next door took the elevator downstairs, and there was movement in Zhuge Qinuo's house.

"Aunt Luo, did you forget to bring your keys again?"

Although she was complaining, her tone was coquettish and doting. Before Mi Bei had time to imagine how she would get along with her aunt, the door had already opened a crack.

"Aunt Luo, I slept two minutes less. I lost a lot."

There was only the sound of doors opening and talking.

Zhuge Qinuo didn't come out. Judging from the footsteps, he was walking back?

Mi Bei was stunned. This was so embarrassing.

Zhuge Qinuo stopped and asked in confusion: "Auntie Luo?" Then he turned around and walked a few steps towards the door.

Mi Bei took a deep breath and opened the door: "It's me."

Just like that, he stood in front of her wearing a mask and carrying a bag. With messy hair, no makeup, sleepy eyes, and cute pajamas, Zhuge Qinuo was so shocked that he opened his mouth and stared, not knowing how to react for a moment.

Seeing her surprised look, Mi Bei put down his small bag, untied his mask, and smiled at her: "It's me! But next time before you open the door, for safety's sake, shouldn't you check who's outside first?"

Zhuge Qinuo's heart paused for a second, his eyes were fixed on his face, his breath immersed in his smile.

He was so handsome, so good-looking, and his smile was the most beautiful she had ever seen.

They both have no makeup on, how can this person be so good looking? What? No makeup...

She suddenly thought of her own slovenly appearance: "It's over for you, no no, it's me who is finished."

She started mumbling to herself, then suddenly covered her face with her hands: "You, why are you here? I, I, I'm not wearing any makeup, I, oops."

After speaking incoherently for a while, she covered her face with one hand, turned her back, and pointed in the direction of the sofa with the other hand: "Uh, you, you sit down first."

After saying that, he kicked off his slippers and ran into the house.

Ten seconds after she ran into the house, Mi Bei received a WeChat message from her on her phone: "Pour the water yourself."

Mi Bei looked at the WeChat message and found it very funny that she could still think about some hospitality tips even when she was so panicked.

In front of him, she was always calm and composed, intellectual and gentle. The dance was an exception, she cheered for him crazily, but he didn't see it, he just imagined it based on the photos. During the rest of their time together, although she would be a little confused, she generally acted like a sister.

This look is really unforgettable.