Trajectory 2: entangled curves

The place Huang Cangran found was a small hill not far from the filming base.

Without him, no one would have thought that there was such a wonderful place here.

"This doesn't look like a restaurant, it looks more like a private club." Deng Qing already regretted agreeing to eat here. She had wanted to leave early using the excuse that the restaurant was not good or safe, but now she was afraid that this excuse was no longer valid.

You can have a strong presence anywhere, but you have to come here to act like a kilowatt light bulb.

Isn’t it true? A kilowatt light bulb has a strong presence.

Just do it freely.

While he was speaking, a waiter came out to greet them.

Huang Cangran must have made arrangements in advance, so the waiter didn't say much and led them directly inside. As they walked, Huang Cangran continued Deng Qing's words: "You really have good taste. This is similar to a private club, it's a membership system. So it's relatively safe, and you can have a meal without worry."

"You have not been in the country for long, so you must be familiar with these places," Deng Qing said.

"I'm just using my friend's name." Huang Cangran replied.

With Zhuge Qinuo's sensitivity, she had already sensed that there was tension between the two people when they met for the first time.

It is true that there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and there is no room for two handsome guys in one place.

The whole club is very quiet, and it is indeed not as noisy as ordinary restaurants. After entering the door, there is a very independent and spacious space. The restaurant, teahouse, bar, and entertainment hall are all in one private room.

After ordering the dishes, Huang Cangran sent the waiter away in order to avoid trouble for Deng Qing.

"This place is nice, but I just wanted to have a casual meal. I didn't expect to trouble you so much. Sorry for the expense!" Zhuge Qinuo guessed the price to be paid for such an environment with everything available.

Huang Cangran rarely came back, so she should have treated him well and thanked him. But now she was being treated in reverse, and she was a little uncomfortable with it.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Why are you being so formal?" Huang Cangran only replied and changed the subject, "Shall we have some tea first?"

"Now that you are here, enjoy this thoughtful gesture. Your friend is very thoughtful."

Deng Qing took over the conversation, and although the words came out of his mouth nicely, there wasn't a single trace of approval.

"Brother Cangran, then you come and soak."

Huang Cangran: “I’m not very good at it.”

So Zhuge Qinuo looked at Deng Qing.

Deng Qing: “I’m not very good at it either.”

"You've acted in so many costume dramas, how can you not do it?" She looked at Deng Qing in disbelief.

Deng Qing: "It is not necessary to make tea in ancient costumes. Even if there is, it is just for show. Not all the plays are as complete as our current rivalry. You can make it yourself."

Although Zhuge Qinuo didn't know much about tea, she still did the tea-making skills frequently. However, she didn't want to show off her knowledge in front of these two people.

One is a movie star, an emperor, etc. The other is Huang Cangran, who seems to know everything, at least he can be regarded as a king, a general or a minister.

"Okay, you guys are all awesome, so I'll just be a little maid." She thought to herself.

"What's so difficult about making tea as long as you don't have too high standards?" she thought again.

Thinking of this, I simply sat at the main seat at the tea table and slowly started making tea.

I boiled the water first, then arranged the tea set in an orderly manner, and waited for the water to boil.

When she looked up, she saw the two men staring at her intently without saying a word.

One of them dodged away in panic when he saw her looking up, while the other one looked at her quietly with a smile in his eyes.

"It seems like the atmosphere is awkward if we don't talk on the phone or chat about something just the three of us. It's all my fault for forgetting to introduce you to each other."

"Deng Qing!" Without waiting for her to introduce herself, Deng Qing lowered his hand and introduced himself.

"I've long heard of your name, Huang Cangran! Thank you for always taking care of my Nuoer." Huang Cangran also responded politely.

"Nuo'er?" After hearing this, Deng Qing glanced at Qinuo.

"I told you not to call me that. It's too naive. It makes people's hair stand on end when they hear it."

"got used to."

"Are you used to it again?" Deng Qing sneered in his heart. What did these two people think of him? They really treated him as a light bulb.

"Dong dong dong" knock on the door.

A waiter came in and said, "Mr. Huang, can we serve the food now?"

Huang Cangran nodded.

Then he politely invited Deng Qing and Qinuo to sit at the dining table.

There is a table for six, and three of them can sit there. The seats are arranged just right.

The dishes are impeccable in both presentation and taste.

But this was the most frustrating meal Deng Qing had had in recent years. Wherever he went, he was always the center of attention, and everyone treated him with respect and care. But today, not only was the meal peaceful, he was completely a nobody. They had agreed to drink some wine, but Deng Qing didn't. The other two started drinking instead.

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Halfway through his meal, he took out his cell phone, touched it, and stood up to leave.

"If you have something to do, you can have dinner first!" Zhuge Qinuo tried to persuade him to stay.

"It's urgent." Deng Qing had no intention of eating any more.

"Then you are really foresighted. It is indeed wise not to drink." Zhuge Qinuo did not say anything else to ask him to stay.

"I'll see you off." Huang Cangran didn't either.

"No, we are all friends, no need to be so polite, we'll meet again next time."

Deng Qing said this, but in her heart she was blaming Zhuge Qinuo for not being more polite, and she vowed never to attend such a dinner again.

Zhuge Qinuo and the others just watched him leave due to his "insistence".

Then the two continued to eat and chat.

Although Deng Qing left just like that, obviously angry, Zhuge Qinuo felt a little uneasy, but he eventually adjusted himself and comforted himself, sorted out his mood, and accompanied Huang Cangran who rarely returned to China.

If you can coax one first, then that’s the best.

This meal took a long time.

The two exchanged recent encounters.

In the past, Zhuge Qinuo didn’t know what Huang Cangran did, but this time she seemed to have a little idea.

Huang Cangran was in the financial field, so she would be good. No, she would be very good. But she didn't know how good she was, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Huang Cangran just talked to her about many economic viewpoints and analyzed some situations, which made her feel very educated and helped her clarify

"Elite, absolutely elite!" she defined.

It was almost dawn after all this time.

Huang Cangran arranged a room for Zhuge Qinuo in the building at the back.

Then they both went back to their rooms to rest.

In her room, everything she needs, such as makeup removal, skin care, change of clothes, and cosmetics, is neatly arranged. Who else can do these things except Huang Cangran?

No matter how high-end and considerate this club hotel is, it's impossible that it even knows the size.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but think of that winter so many years ago.

That winter, they almost...

I never dare to think about it again.

I just suddenly have a lot to say.

Finally, she picked up her phone and sent the word "thank you".

After all, there are some things that cannot be said. And apart from those that cannot be said, everything else except thank you is redundant.

"Go to sleep! Good night."

Huang Cangran replied.