Trajectory 2: entangled curves

The road was a bit off the beaten track. Zhuge Qinuo confirmed that Huang Cangran was not lying when he said it was far and lonely.

However, when she arrived at her destination after going around the winding mountain road, she was shocked.

Yes, she was indeed shocked.

Because Huang Cangran's house was shocked.

Zhuge Qinuo's parents also lived in a villa. It covered an area of ​​more than 1000 square meters, had several acres of garden, and was decorated in French style. She felt that her parents' house was beyond her reach in this life. However, now she saw that it could not be compared with Huang Cangran's house. The former was a regular villa mansion, while the latter, she simply did not know how to describe it.

In front of her, she saw lights flickering on a hill from afar, but she never expected that the place where the lights flickered was Huang Cangran's home.

The house starts near the top of the mountain and has a large garden. When the car drives in, you can see that the house is not high, with only four floors, but the first and second floors are built along the rock wall against the mountain. The third and fourth floors are at the top of the mountain and have many glass structures.

The car stopped at the door and it opened.

A person came out.

"Butler? That's too exaggerated." Zhuge Qinuo's inner thoughts.

Pushing the door open, the exquisiteness of the house is beyond words.

Zhuge Qinuo was not feeling well, and although he tried very hard, he did not have the energy to appreciate it.

Huang Cangran helped her to the elevator in the house and went directly to the third floor. He took her into a room and helped her lie on the bed.

"There's no time to clean up the other rooms. This is my room, and I don't usually live here, so you can sleep here. I'll clean it up later." Huang Cangran waited until she lay down and covered her with a quilt before speaking.

It must be said that he really knows how to pick the right time. If Zhuge Qinuo was fine, she would definitely wait until the next room was cleaned up, but this time, she did not object. She knew that even if she objected, Huang Cangran would still insist, and she was powerless to fight him now.

"Are you hungry?" Huang Cangran asked.

"I'm not hungry and have no appetite." Zhuge Qinuo said.

Huang Cangran: "Want to sleep?"

Zhuge Qinuo: “Yeah.”

"Then I'll go out. I'm in the room next to yours. If you have any problems, call me." Huang Cangran took out her cell phone, put it on the bedside table, and charged it.

"Okay!" Zhuge Qinuo was very obedient.

Huang Cangran smiled slightly, stood up and walked towards the door.

"Huang Cangran?" Zhuge Qinuo called him again.

Huang Cangran: "Why, you don't want me to leave?"

Zhuge Qinuo was too lazy to respond: "Did you rob a bank or do something immoral?"

"Are you afraid of being kicked out in the middle of your sleep?" Huang Cangran thought it was funny, "Just go ahead and sleep."

After he finished speaking, he closed the door and left. As he left, he pressed a switch, and the glass around the transparent glass house suddenly fogged up, and the curtains gradually closed.

Zhuge Qinuo couldn't imagine what kind of experience Huang Cangran had, and he never told her. She wanted to guess more, but she didn't have the energy. She wanted to sleep. Huang Cangran said that this room was his. Zhuge Qinuo, who was sick and had a fever, seemed to be indifferent and opened the door even more. It seemed that he really smelled Huang Cangran's scent on the quilt.

She fell asleep again. This time she slept deeply.

In her dream, she returned to that year.

……

There were two people sitting on a bench in Jiangbin Park. They were Zhuge Qinuo and Huang Cangran.

She seemed to be herself, the current self, and also seemed to be just the self of the past. They were in the same body, but she could only be a bystander in this body.

It was dark, and in the dream, besides each other, they had two bottles of red wine to keep them company.

The cork of the red wine bottle is put back after being opened, and the protruding cork quietly tells the fate of the bottle.

"I have to decide whether to go abroad this year. I have to decide during this period of time." The silence was broken by Huang Cangran, his voice was very quiet.

"I know. Do I have to choose? You can study abroad at public expense, so why not go?" Zhuge Qinuo answered, very easily and as a matter of course.

As soon as she finished speaking, the atmosphere froze again.

Huang Cangran didn't say anything else, but pulled out the cork of the red wine and started drinking.

Zhuge Qinuo didn't say anything either. He rolled his eyes at the air, then obediently picked up the cork and turned it back and forth.

She didn't know why, but every time she met Huang Cangran, she felt more and more restrained, as if the unrestrainedness and freedom she had in her childhood were gone.

She wondered if it was because she had too little contact with Huang Cangran that she felt so unfamiliar with him. However, she immediately rejected this idea. It was obviously not the case. Huang Cangran's presence actually made her feel at ease, otherwise she wouldn't have run out of the house for him in the middle of the night, alone and with a single woman; it also made her feel close to him, otherwise she wouldn't have rolled her eyes at him so recklessly.

However, the person who should be so familiar and kind now makes her feel so strange.

"Perhaps, we have missed too much on the road to growth." Zhuge Qinuo thought so at that time.

Zhuge Qinuo, who entered the dream almost 20 years later, felt that this feeling was quite magical. The scenes and dialogues were so real, and even the thoughts in her heart were clear. She was like a god's perspective, reliving her and Huang Cangran's past. This vision and this reliving made her see many details that she had overlooked before.

"Would you like to drink?" Huang Cangran turned to her and said. His voice reminded two people at the same time. No, not two people, but the same person.

"Aren't you the little red wine princess? I brought you this red wine specially." He handed over the wine, the bottle he had drunk before.

"This myth has long been broken. Don't make fun of me." Zhuge Qinuo did not answer, but complained, "You didn't even bring a cup."

She acted lightheartedly.

Zhuge Qinuo looked at her past performance and couldn't help but sigh at her own cleverness. At that time, she understood Huang Cangran's intentions, he was deliberately testing her.

"Oh? Can't I drink what I've drunk?" His eyes suddenly became confused and deep.

Yes, it was this sentence that made her feel at a loss.

The young Zhuge Qinuo clenched the cork in his hand.

"What are you talking about?" She grabbed the bottle and gulped down the remaining red wine in the bottle. "I just want to use the glass to measure my alcohol tolerance. It's been a while since I last drank."

"What a bad excuse! Could it be?" Zhuge Qinuo, who was in a dream, couldn't help but complain, "At that time, I was too naive. And..."

Zhuge Qinuo as a child: "Besides, you know that I felt dizzy every time I finished drinking. How come there is only this much left in this bottle? Did you drink so much just now? I drank it all in one gulp!"

"Baby, stop talking. What are you talking about?" If possible, Zhuge Qinuo, who was in a dream, wanted to step forward and manually mute the microphone.

Sure enough, her words were incoherent, but Huang Cangran just smiled.

"Then drink less!" Huang Cangran touched Zhuge Qinuo's hair, "Just take care of that bottle, your share is gone."