Trajectory 2: entangled curves

It seems that motorcycles are all about memories and the past. Although Zhuge Qinuo asked Mi Bei, it ended up being about her past. Although she knew that he still had a lot of secrets about his relationship with motorcycles, she didn't want to ask any more questions. Who doesn't have some secrets? She didn't tell him everything. After finishing this topic, the two tacitly chose a new topic.

"Beep beep beep", the repair shop's rescue vehicle is here.

Before Mi Bei could speak, "You sit down, I'll take over." Zhuge Qinuo calmly got out of the car.

The visitor was a middle-aged man. He looked Zhuge Qinuo up and down, nodded, then waved to Mi Bei and raised his eyebrows in a strange way.

"He has become generous now." The first sentence the man said to Zhuge Qinuo after he came to his senses was, "He is willing to take out these clothes and wear them." As he said that, he reached out his hand towards her shoulder.

Zhuge Qinuo frowned and dodged subconsciously.

The man noticed that his action was inappropriate and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I've already..."

"Bang!" The door closed. "Aren't you ready to work?" Mi Bei came out. Zhuge Qinuo walked over to him and supported him naturally: "Aren't you cold? Why did you come out?"

"It's not cold. I won't come out. The car can't move." Mi Bei answered her and turned to the man and said, "Please control your social arrogance."

"You were willing to let her wear your precious clothes, but I wouldn't even touch them at that time." The man said, "Who dares to touch this leather jacket of yours?"

Zhuge Qinuo quickly understood something. This dress seemed very precious to Mi Bei. It was not right for her to wear it, and it was not right for her to take it off right now.

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Mi Bei patted her hand that was supporting him.

Then he said to the man, "Say less and hurry up."

Man: "You are the one who urged me to do it. Why are you waiting for such a small matter?"

Mi Bei: "I'm not afraid that you won't be able to find it."

Man: "No way, when have I ever been unable to find you and your car?"

"What if there is someone else?" Mi Bei continued.

"Is there anyone in this place at this time?" the man insisted.

"Hurry up." Mibei took a deep breath.

"It's a good motorcycle, but you drive it like this in front of a beautiful woman. You..." the man continued.

"Hey, it's a bit cold. Hurry up." Mi Bei stared at the man and interrupted him. If he didn't interrupt, his little trick would be exposed.

Finally feeling Mi Bei's murderous gaze, the man smiled and said, "I mean, it's so cold, why are you waiting here? You're just being sympathetic to me. You're so small, wearing so little, and you're injured. Go in quickly. Beauty, my little brother has no one to take care of him, so I can only ask you to take care of him."

The tacit understanding between men is often enough with just a glance.

"Don't worry," Zhuge Qinuo watched the conversation between the two, full of energy and cooperation, "I will take good care of my brother."

"Brother?" The man's gossipy gene started beating again.

"It's really cold." Mi Bei didn't want to talk any more and turned to walk into the car. Zhuge Qinuo smiled at the man and hurried to catch up.

Sitting back in the car, the two watched the man and his apprentice pack up Mi Bei's beloved motorcycle. Although they were separated from the outside world, the two of them were a little bit unfamiliar because of the presence of outsiders, and they talked less.

After a night of hard work, Mi Bei began to feel a chill sweeping over him. While watching the man clean up the mess, he got off the bike and explained some repair issues to him. The task of "rescuing" the scooter was completed.

Zhuge Qinuo drove the car and followed the man down the mountain.

The night roads in the mountains were very dark. Zhuge Qinuo had trouble seeing clearly when driving at night. The road down the mountain was particularly difficult to drive. In addition, she was tired and sleepy, so she could only concentrate on it.

He didn't have time to talk to Mibei and behaved very quietly.

The car went in circles, as if training her various driving skills. When the car reached the foot of the mountain, Zhuge Qinuo felt dizzy, and then he looked at the passenger seat and found that Mi Bei had fallen asleep, her body curled up.

The car was parked to the side, and the man from the repair shop got out of the car, probably to say goodbye. He was about to knock on the car window, but Zhuge Qinuo shook his hands desperately, made a "hush" gesture, pointed at Mi Bei, and made a sleeping posture. The man understood immediately, nodded, and left.

Zhuge Qinuo glanced at Mi Bei. He was only wearing a vest, and she could clearly see the ups and downs of his breathing and even the tremors of his heartbeat. She slowly stretched out her hand and gently leaned against his big arm. It was a little cold, so she looked at her clothes and took them off to cover Mi Bei.

"What's wrong?" Mi Bei opened her eyes sensitively, and when she saw the clothes, her first reaction was to reject it.

"I'm fine. It's not cold in the car. But it's not good for you to sleep like this."

Before Mi Bei could refuse, Zhuge Qinuo spoke again: "Cover yourself up. Didn't I tell you not to waste my energy? You should sleep a little longer. We just came down the mountain. It will take a while to get to your dormitory."

Mi Bei felt dry in the mouth. His body was indeed chilly, so he stopped refusing, hummed, and hid in his jacket again. The fragrance of Zhuge Qinuo remained in the jacket, which was the smell of floral water. For some reason, Mi Bei felt very relieved. Listening to Jay Chou's "Love Cliff" in the car, he watched her driving seriously. She leaned on the back of the driver's seat, and her driving movements were slow and quiet. The peaceful years made him free of any worries, and he fell asleep again.

Zhuge Qinuo was driving on the road. It felt like Mibei had only woken up for a short while and then fell asleep again. His silence and weakness made her feel more and more that it was abnormal. When the traffic light turned red, she turned her head to look at the handsome boy sleeping with a frown on his face. It should be considered as years of experience in taking care of children. After the red light, she parked the car on the side of the road again and put her hand on his forehead. Before she completely touched his forehead, Zhuge already felt a hint of burning.

Fever? She judged. If it was Chengcheng and Xinxin, she would be able to immediately give a conclusion whether they had a fever, because she knew the normal temperature of her children very well, and she could quickly sense abnormal temperature. However, in the case of Mibei, she was not sure.

She searched nearby pharmacies with her phone and bought fever-reducing medicines, cold medicines, cough medicines, anti-inflammatory medicines, alcohol cotton pads, iodine, band-aids... almost everything she needed for home use. The salesperson at the pharmacy started to doubt her life. She went to a nearby 24-hour convenience store and bought some food. She was not in a hurry and took her time. She wanted him to sleep a little longer. Even when the car arrived at the bottom of Mibei's dormitory, she had no intention of waking him up.