Trajectory 2: entangled curves

The two chatted for a long time before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

It was already 2 o'clock. Zhuge Qinuo put his hot phone on his chest.

Is this a long phone call? This is too childish. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that they didn't say anything, but it seems that both of them have accumulated a year's worth of trivial things that they want to share.

"Zizi", the phone vibrated against her chest.

Press to light up and swipe open.

"Go to bed early. Go out less during the New Year. Protect yourself and your children." Mibei's WeChat.

"You should also get enough rest. Don't make phone calls every hour in the future," she replied.

Mibei types on the screen: Why?

He deleted it again. He felt that he could indeed play less frequently in the future because he could arrange more time to meet.

Thinking of the future meeting, he edited: Wait for me!

After thinking about it, he deleted it again. He felt that actions speak louder than words. Because, after more than a year of no contact, he seemed to understand her better. Instead of saying these ambiguous words, it would be more practical to take direct actions. If he said too much, she would have more defenses and countermeasures. He had to play the ball straight, so that she would not have time to defend herself, and then he could take root in her heart little by little.

Finally, he replied: "Okay. Let's make a deal. I take back what I said before. Noodles, hot pot, both are indispensable."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Okay, silly. Good night."

Mibe: "Good night!"

Zhuge Qinuo closed her eyes and thought, and she began to feel excited.

Mi Bei lay on the ground and closed his eyes. He originally thought that they would never see each other again, and would never talk like this again. Fortunately, they had such a tacit understanding and put each other in the right place. Without being reckless and hasty, they could at least still be good friends. They could chat and meet without worrying about bad results. He began to look forward to it.

I look forward to this year. But this year is destined to be extraordinary.

Regarding pneumonia, the country and the government have taken the fastest measures to respond. This has become a topic of national concern and heated discussion, and everyone is paying attention to the development of the disease.

It seemed like a good year had been ruined. Luo's mother had left long ago to celebrate the New Year, and the children were also on holiday. Now only Zhuge Qinuo and Han Cheng and Han Xin were at home every day.

It has been a long time since she spent a long time with her two children. She has to work and they have to go to school. Even during the holidays in previous years, they could go out to travel and relax, and the days passed quickly. What about now? Traveling is impossible. Judging from the situation, the situation seems to be more serious this time. In the panic, Zhuge Qinuo canceled the winter vacation flight early for safety reasons and cancelled the travel plan with the children during the winter vacation.

Zhuge Qinuo is still very optimistic about spending time with them day and night. On the one hand, because of work and filming, she has much less time to accompany them, and this is a kind of compensation now; on the other hand, she really wants to know where the limit of her patience is, and the days of staring into the eyes of her two children should be a good opportunity.

However, she was also worried. She was worried about her limited cooking skills. As the year was coming to an end, there were fewer and fewer takeout and restaurant options. There were all kinds of predictions and rumors about diseases. Whenever she thought of this, she would suddenly remember something very important - buying things and stocking up on supplies.

After staying at home for a few days, she has exhausted all her cooking skills. She really can't think of any more new dishes and doesn't want to waste any more food. It is really hard for her to imagine how she got through the days when she was alone at home taking care of the children. Perhaps it can be said that children are extremely tolerant of their mothers. Even if there is nothing fancy or the taste is average, as long as it is cooked by their mother, they will not dislike it.

But this is only limited to their childhood when they still know little about the world. As for cooking, even if the children have no objection, she really can't insist on it.

How to adjust for the children? On New Year's Eve, the three of them put up Spring Festival couplets. Zhuge Qinuo took the two children to the supermarket to buy food. They bought a lot of food, and the shopping carts were full. Looking at the full trunk, it took many trips to carry all the things up. Only after they piled up like a small mountain at home did she feel relieved.

Her plan was to indulge herself for a day and eat some junk food to fill her stomach. Other people's New Year's Eve must be a feast of fish and meat. In order to avoid trouble, Zhuge Qinuo did not take the child back to her parents' home, but decided to let the child celebrate the New Year as they wanted, eating snacks and drinking as much as they wanted. Children are really simple and easy to satisfy creatures. They don't have to eat rice or noodles today. They have been pardoned and can eat snacks as much as they want. They are so happy that they dance with joy. It really feels like the New Year.

I believe this is a special New Year's Eve that they will never forget in their lives.

They had agreed to watch the Spring Festival Gala with Chengcheng and Xinxin tonight, but apart from the excitement, they really couldn't see any fun in it, and it would be better to watch a cartoon. However, the two kids didn't make any requests, but considerately acquiesced that they should watch the Spring Festival Gala tonight. However, in fact, except for the first 10 minutes, they didn't have a minute of silence.

At 9 o'clock, Zhuge Qinuo had an urge to put them in cages immediately.

Han Xin: "Mom, isn't it New Year's Eve? I've only been watching for a while."

"Children don't need it." Zhuge Qinuo urged, "Children should go to bed early."

Han Cheng: "Mom means that she doesn't want to show it to you."

Zhuge Qinuo was shocked by Han Cheng's words. Although she meant it and expressed it in a similar way, she still couldn't accept it when her son pointed it out so directly. To be more precise, she was a little uncomfortable. Han Cheng's tone and attitude when he expressed himself were not like a child at all. What she couldn't get used to was that her child had grown up without her noticing.

"Then, let's watch until ten o'clock." Zhuge Qinuo compromised.

Han Cheng smiled evilly: "Deal!"

Han Xin: “Deal!”

At ten o'clock, the children were still trying to delay time.

"Although it's very late, mom likes to watch it, so we want to watch the Spring Festival Gala with her." Han Xin said very "considerately".

"Thank you for remembering what mom likes." Zhuge Qinuo gently touched Han Xin's little head, "My dear, mom would rather you go to bed early. Are you willing to do what mom likes?" We agreed. Keep your word. Now it's overtime. Mom will watch the replay with you tomorrow."

"Okay!" The two little guys were reasonable. Although they were a little disappointed, they still agreed.

"Then I want my mother to read me books and listen to stories." Han Xin took the opportunity to make a request.

"Okay." Zhuge Qinuo agreed readily.

"Tell three books and listen to three stories!" He is getting more and more demanding.

"Okay!" Just treat it as a New Year's treat. After all, it's really boring.