Trajectory 2: entangled curves

The further up the mountain, the less light there was, and the more gloomy the atmosphere became. Zhuge Qinuo gave herself one last limit, and at the same time, she shouted out this idea: "Mibei, if there is no sound, I will turn around and go back."

She said so, but after walking two turns and not seeing anyone, she unwillingly walked two more turns.

The scene after walking these two turns finally dispelled all her worries.

She guessed correctly, Mi Bei really had an accident.

He was lying flat on his back, motionless, with the car on the side.

The scene before her was not unfamiliar. History was always so strikingly similar. For a moment, she stopped.

She had experienced this scene before, and the subsequent impact of that scene was not small. It can be said that it brought her great changes and pain. She didn't want to repeat the same mistake again.

But, that was Mi Bei! There was no more time for recollection and choice. Because even if she was given 10,000 chances to choose, she would still approach him at this moment.

So, take two more steps forward.

The real Mi Bei appeared before her eyes. Although he did not react at all, her body and soul seemed to be injected with vitality. The eerie feeling disappeared instantly, replaced by tension and heartache.

"Mibei." She called his name and ran over.

Because of the downhill slope and the anxiety, the moment he knelt beside Mi Bei, his knee was injured even more. If it was just a burning pain before, now the pain was piercing.

She frowned, but didn't care.

She knelt down beside him. Based on experience, the helmet can be taken off: "Mibei, can you hear me?"

I'm going to take off my helmet now." Perhaps because she had experienced rescuing a car crash, Zhuge was methodical despite her concerns. She carefully opened the visor of her helmet.

While picking, he said: "Mibei, you will be fine, right? You won't leave me here alone, right?"

Mi Bei had his eyes closed under the mask, and there were large stains of blood at the corners of his mouth, nose and face.

"Mibei!" There was no blood last time.

Seeing such a large amount of blood in such a deserted place, Zhuge Qinuo was really panicked.

"How could this happen? Where are you hurt?" She knew Mi Bei would not answer her, and she started to cry anxiously.

She called once and twice, but there was no signal. She was worried that Mibei would not get timely treatment and would get into trouble. She wanted to run down the mountain to find someone to help him, but she couldn't bear to leave him alone. She chose to take off the helmet first to see what was wrong.

While dialing 120, she continued with her actions. After the helmet was taken off, she sat on the ground, held Mibei's head with her hands, carefully placed it on her left arm, and checked the back of his head with her right hand. There was no bleeding.

She took off her coat, grabbed it, and wiped the blood off Mibei's face. She wanted to know where she was hurt, exactly where she was hurt.

The blood from Mi Bei's nose kept flowing out in large chunks. The more she wiped it, the more scared she became. After the fear came deep regret and self-blame.

A feeling of powerlessness enveloped her tightly, making it hard for her to breathe. This pressure from inside her body forced tears to flow out.

Zhuge Qinuo couldn't help crying, her eyes were like a pair of valves that couldn't be closed. She laughed at the ridiculousness and cruelty of the heavens. Would the heavens take away all the beauty she thought of?

"Why did I have to provoke him? Would he have been safer if he hadn't waved at me? Would this accident have happened if I hadn't come? Would he have been better off if he hadn't known me? His life has just begun."

She felt that it was her misfortune that had spread to Mi Bei. It seemed that anyone who was close to her could not live a normal life. Just like Mi Bei, he became the one who was affected by her miserable life.

She held his head and cried.

It wasn't long before Mi Bei woke up. He was only dizzy and unconscious for a short time, and he was sure that he was awakened by Zhuge Qinuo's crying.

But she was so absorbed in her crying that she didn't notice that he had woken up.

"Hey, stop crying. You're twisting my head and it hurts." Mi Bei patted Zhuge Qinuo's arm.

Zhuge Qinuo was stunned for a few seconds, and found that she did use a lot of strength to hold his head very tightly. Mi Bei's voice made her stop crying, and she just relaxed Mi Bei a little, but the helplessness just now turned into more tears, for fear that this voice was a dream and would be blown away by the wind at any time.

So she didn't dare to open her eyes, but even if she closed her eyes, she couldn't stop the tears from falling in the rain.

Her coat is missing? Mi Bei finally noticed the discord in the chilly night. She was wearing only a suspender top, which looked extremely thin. When he looked away from Zhuge Qinuo, he found that her clothes were right beside her.

Enduring the pain, he moved his hand over little by little, pulled her clothes, and prepared to give them to her, but found bloodstains on them. Mi Bei finally understood why she was so "desolate" at the moment. He just held the clothes in his hand and said softly: "I'm fine, are you scared? Don't be afraid!"

He wanted to wipe her tears, but he didn't know how to do it, because she just cried without any response. He hesitated whether to raise his hand, and the next second, Zhuge Qinuo pulled the coat held by Mi Bei and wiped her tears and snot. Mi Bei's arm hurt, but he didn't let go: "Okay, just think of it as me wiping your tears."

"Are you okay? If you're okay, then I'm okay too." Zhuge Qinuo spoke. It turned out that she had heard what he said just now, but she was crying so hard that she couldn't stop and didn't respond in time.

She took a few deep breaths, stopped crying, and with red eyes, she looked at Mi Bei and entered the next state: "I'm just a little helpless. There is no signal here, not completely no signal, there is a little bit. But not enough to make a phone call. Can you move? Can you get up?"

Zhuge Qinuo's eyes were red and swollen from crying, but the look in his eyes was somewhat resolute. That look overlapped with the other looks in Mi Bei's mind, strange yet familiar, and a little ethereal.

He came back to his senses and saw the familiar Zhuge Qinuo in front of him. It seemed that with her around, he was not afraid of anything and felt safe. He stopped dragging his feet and replied, "It should be possible."

"I'll help you to the side." Zhuge Qinuo slowly helped Mi Bei stand up a little, "How is it, can you move? If you can't move..."

Mibe: "I can. It just hurts."

Zhuge Qinuo: "What kind of pain is it? Do you feel like you're broken or shattered? If so, don't force it, and I won't touch you."

"Probably not." Mi Bei tried to get up. His weight leaning on Zhuge Qinuo and his furrowed brows made her understand his pain.

She tried to steady him, but she felt herself staggering.

"Slow down, there's no rush." ​​She didn't know whether she was talking to Mibei or to herself.