Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Huang Cangran was preparing to grill shrimps, and came out to ask her how she wanted to eat, and saw that she was already asleep. He went to the guest room to get Mi Bei's quilt and covered her with it.

Zhuge Qinuo slept very soundly. So soundly that Huang Cangran's series of actions did not disturb her sleep at all.

For some reason, she suddenly woke up from her deep sleep.

She sat up and felt her head was heavy and aching.

"Awake?" Huang Cangran sat on the single sofa and said gently, "Let's eat! The food should not be cold."

Zhuge Qinuo stood up. Huang Cangran opened the lids on the dishes one by one.

"It's already been done?" she asked. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You were sleeping so soundly, I was afraid of waking you up and getting hit by you," Huang Cangran replied.

Zhuge Qinuo wanted to retort, but he felt he didn't have the strength. When he saw the table full of food, he had no reason to say anything to Huang Cangran.

"Is this a feast for Chengcheng and Xinxin?" She sat down at the table. "These are obviously my favorite foods."

Huang Cangran didn't even look at her: "I'll keep theirs, but I think I can't let you get away with it."

Zhuge Qinuo knew that he was being stubborn, so he stopped arguing and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

"It's delicious." She smiled and nodded in praise.

Then he frowned again.

Before Huang Cangran had time to feel proud, he noticed her frown.

"Not tasty? That shouldn't be the case. I've already known about it and improved it so many times." He began to doubt his cooking skills.

Pretending to be casual, he picked up the dish she had eaten and took a bite: "There's nothing wrong."

He continued to observe that she was eating with effort, not with enjoyment.

"Don't like it?" he asked cautiously.

"No!" she replied.

"Huang Cangran!" Immediately, she called his name.

This is not a simple matter. Huang Cangran pricked up his ears.

Zhuge Qinuo's head suddenly hurt so much that she wanted to vomit, but how could she let him down?

She paused and continued: "You cooked it very well. I like it very much." She smiled.

"Really?" Huang Cangran didn't believe it at all.

"Yeah!" she said and nodded.

This nod was fatal. Just a slight nod, it felt like her brains were going to pop out. She gritted her teeth and endured it.

Huang Cangran's eyes seemed to grow on her, how could he not notice: "If you don't like it, don't force it on you."

Zhuge Qinuo was worried about how to make him understand that her behavior had nothing to do with the food. He really cooked it very well. She shook her head unconsciously again.

This time, shaking her head made her tears flow.

Huang Cangran put down his chopsticks and stood up nervously: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Finally guessed it right.

Zhuge Qinuo no longer concealed it: "Huang Cangran, I have a headache."

Headache during this sensitive period? Huang Cangran had a bad feeling. He immediately came to her side and asked, "What's the pain?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Don't be nervous, I do this all the time, you'll get used to it."

Huang Cangran: "You are in so much pain that you are crying, how can you get used to it? Go to the hospital."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Going to the hospital at this time? It's very dangerous!"

Huang Cangran: "You still think others are dangerous? You might be the source of the danger yourself."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Don't talk nonsense, or you'll be arrested. This is just my old problem. I'll be fine after a while of sleep. It must be because I didn't get enough sleep just now. Believe me."

"Okay, I believe you!" Huang Cangran took the chopsticks from her hand and put them down, "Don't eat anymore."

Zhuge Qinuo: "You have been doing this for so long."

Huang Cangran: "Stop talking and go to sleep first. Who can bear the pain you are in?"

"it's me……"

Before Zhuge Qinuo could finish his words, Huang Cangran picked him up.

"It hurts!" Zhuge Qinuo held his head and cried out in pain.

Huang Cangran was very nervous: "Okay, okay, I'll be gentle."

As he said, Huang Cangran put her on the bed very gently and covered her with a quilt.

Zhuge Qinuo closed his eyes, but tears still flowed out.

Huang Cangran knew that these tears were not a release of psychological emotions, but simply a stress response to physical pain.

What kind of pain could make her like this? He wished he could empathize with her and bear it for her.

Huang Cangran asked: "Let me ask you, how does it hurt?" He couldn't hide his concern at all.

Zhuge Qinuo explained: "I just felt like my mind was empty, I nodded and shook my head, as if my brain could fill my skull."

"What kind of description are you using?" Huang Cangran was very worried, but still laughed at Zhuge Qinuo's description.

"Are you still laughing? I described it very accurately." Zhuge Qinuo said as he pressed his forehead very hard with a few fingers.

"Don't be so hard on yourself." He held her hand, feeling extremely distressed. He thought that as long as he gave her what she wanted, she would be happy for the rest of her life. He never expected that when she was sick, he would be so helpless.

"What can I do?" Huang Cangran held her hand tighter.

"At this time, I can't, I can't do anything!" Zhuge Qinuo thought that only by explaining it clearly can he be assured. Enduring the pain, he said to him.

"Doing work?" Huang Cangran was puzzled.

Zhuge Qinuo: "It means that the head cannot move up and down."

"What does this mean?" Huang Cangran asked.

Zhuge Qinuo didn't want to go off topic: "My brain right now. I can fully feel the blood rushing into the veins but failing. If it's blocked, it hurts."

"What are you talking about?" Huang Cangran was angry and disgusted. He was angry that she didn't know how to take good care of her body. Just like she said, this wasn't the first time. Every time it hurt so much, she didn't think of checking it out. He was disgusted because she didn't even understand her own pain, but found so many unreliable descriptions.

"I'm talking to you seriously, just to make you not worry, so stop talking nonsense." Zhuge Qinuo was so angry that he couldn't speak, his brows were twisted into a knot, and tears fell down.

"Okay, I won't say anything, just go to sleep!" Huang Cangran patted her.

"Is this pneumonia?" she suddenly asked.

"You must have gone crazy because of the pain." Huang Cangran was not sure, but he denied it without hesitation and comforted her.

"What if?" She began to wonder.

"That won't happen. If it does, I will be with you." Huang Cangran said this with great certainty in his heart.

"I don't want you to accompany me, I'm afraid..." Zhuge Qinuo was worried.

Huang Cangran interrupted: "Don't be silly."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Then..."

Huang Cangran interrupted again: "Stop talking," he said, pinching his head and crying. Do you want your own brain or your own head?"

Zhuge Qinuo held Huang Cangran's hand with his backhand: "I want to ask, I didn't eat much. So, what if I'm hungry?"

Huang Cangran: "Of course I cooked it for you! Don't worry, I won't let you starve. Go to sleep. Get well soon."

He slapped her, not hard.

"It hurts!" she said.

Is this kind of shock painful? Huang Cangran changed his movements and massaged her temples.