Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Zhuge Qinuo didn't think about it any more. She began to sleep, and at three in the morning, she woke up slowly.

There are actually a lot of WeChat messages in my phone.

There is one from Zhuge Yihua, who said: "I know you have a new life, but I still can't calm down when I see you. I'm sorry for pretending to be a stranger; I'm sorry for not being able to resist the urge; I'm sorry for almost making you make a mistake in your current marriage; I'm sorry for everything that happened in the past. You don't have to have, and shouldn't have, any burden. I know you are awake, so I'm sorry."

Some answers come very late and have no more practical significance than comfort, and the same goes for apologies.

Once upon a time, it was just once upon a time.

They did have a past, just like she said, they just met by chance.

Now she understands so well that the past is gone and people today are no longer the same as they were yesterday.

For Zhuge Yihua, the moment he decided to turn around and leave was a choice and a break. After so many years, his heart no longer had any obsession, and who could guarantee that the hand-holding at that moment would bring a lifetime of eternity?

If letting go is a mistake, then just consider it as her being fickle and amorous.

Zhuge Qinuo already understood everything. But at this moment, she was so sure of her true feelings that when she faced him, there were indeed ripples, but it had nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

It's regretful, but also relief.

Now that you're relieved, just let him go.

Zhuge Qinuo just smiled and replied: "Were you discovered? I'm sorry for lying to you. I'm sorry for not understanding your past. But you don't have to feel any burden. I'm divorced. What happened just now is our final explanation to each other about the past. Goodbye from now on, Professor Zhuge!"

After replying, he exited the chat interface with Zhuge Yihua.

In addition, there are many WeChat messages from Huang Cangran.

"Where did you go today?"

"I'm back. I went to your house to look for you. Aunt Luo said you didn't go home."

"Not in the restaurant either?"

"Isn't he drinking too much outside again?"

"Where are the people?"

"Is it okay?"

"Missing? If a person, where? Address!"

Zhuge Qinuo also smiled. Although it was already three o'clock, she still replied.

"Yo, you're bombarded with messages as soon as you get back?"

"I drank alcohol, but I'm fine."

"I had dinner at the Ruihua Hotel, drank some wine and felt a little dizzy, so I slept here."

She thought about it and replied: "Don't look for me before 12 o'clock tomorrow, I'm going to go back to sleep. After 12 o'clock, if I don't report to you that I'm safe, I can report the room number to you, 3306. If I go missing, you can look for me at this address!"

"Now, are you relieved enough? See you tomorrow. Since you are so worried, I will treat you to dinner tomorrow."

Zhuge Qinuo thought that Huang Cangran must be asleep at this time. She just needed to reply to the WeChat message now and report that she was safe, so that she could continue to sleep peacefully without being disturbed by Huang Cangran after he woke up.

After replying to Huang Cangran's message, she suddenly had a strange idea in the darkness.

Huang Cangran and Zhuge Yihua. There seems to be some kind of tacit understanding between these two people. They appeared in front of her at the same time and sent her WeChat messages on the same night. If there is any fate, they are the two of them.

With fewer burdens, she felt more sleepy. Her consciousness slowly drifted away in the endless night.

"Ding-ling", the crisp doorbell sound cut through the darkness, ruthlessly passed through Zhuge Qinuo's eardrums and went straight to his heart.

"Ding-ling," another sound. Although the sound was very close and clear, she would rather believe it was a dream. She didn't want to open her eyes. But what followed was a longer-lasting ringing sound of the phone.

Zhuge Qinuo fumbled for his cell phone: "Hello?"

"I can tell from your voice that you've drunk a lot."

Zhuge Qinuo knew who it was as soon as he heard it, Huang Cangran!

She didn't open her eyes. "Oh my God, are you crazy? Calling so late?"

Huang Cangran: "Phone? Why don't you try to wake up and open the door?"

"Huh?" This forced Zhuge Qinuo to open his eyes, "Here it comes."

I got up with difficulty and opened the door.

Zhuge Qinuo leaned against the door: "I knew it was you! Didn't you receive my text message? I said I would sleep until tomorrow."

Huang Cangran: "Who told you that?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "You said you didn't say it, so what then?"

Huang Cangran: "What then?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "You didn't come here right after you got off the plane, did you? I only have one bed here."

Huang Cangran saw that Zhuge Qinuo was obviously trying to send him away, so he pretended not to know: "What's wrong with a bed?"

Zhuge Qinuo's eyes were already dull due to drinking, and after hearing Huang Cangran's shameless words, he raised his heavy eyelids and looked at him.

"Okay, let's go!" Huang Cangran couldn't hold it anymore.

"Go? Where to?" Zhuge Qinuo was almost sober.

Huang Cangran: "Go home!"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Go home?"

Huang Cangran: "I'll take you home!"

Zhuge Qinuo: "I don't want it. I spent hundreds of dollars and didn't even get my money's worth."

"I'll reimburse you." Huang Cangran said straightforwardly.

Zhuge Qinuo: "I still have a lot of things!"

"Is there anything you want to take? I'll pack it up and take it." Huang Cangran said as he walked into the room and took a look around. "There's nothing. Then, change this."

After he finished speaking, he handed over a bag. Zhuge Qinuo took it and took a look. It was a set of home clothes that she usually wore.

Zhuge Qinuo: "This..."

"I told you, I've been to your house. When you go out for a social event, you must be dressed up beautifully, but the clothes must be uncomfortable. You change, I'll go to the bathroom and wait." Huang Cangran explained and made arrangements.

Thinking that sleeping in home clothes would be more comfortable than the current clothes, Zhuge Qinuo did not say no. But it made her mind feel heavy and she wanted to sleep. After she changed her clothes and Huang Cangran came out, she said, "I..."

Huang Cangran: "Any other questions?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "I feel dizzy and I really can't walk."

"Leave it to me too." Huang Cangran said, picked up Zhuge Qinuo's chain bag and toiletry bag, as well as her shoes, and squatted in front of her, "Come up!"

"Carry me?" Zhuge Qinuo asked in confusion.

"I forgot to bring you shoes. I can't ask you to wear high heels when you're like this, right? Come up, let's go home." Huang Cangran's voice was very gentle, just like when they were children.

"Let's go home." Looking at his broad back, she, whose sensitivity had not yet subsided, suddenly had red eyes: "Okay, let's go home."

"But I can walk on my own."

Zhuge Qinuo took out the hotel's slippers and put them on. There are differences between boys and girls. They are all grown up and too far away from their "childhood".

"Why are you walking?" Huang Cangran didn't allow any explanation and leaned back. Zhuge Qinuo lost his balance and fell on his back.

"What's wrong with me carrying you on your back? You carried you on your back a lot when you were a child," he said.