Trajectory 2: entangled curves

"Hello, Brother Cangran!" Zhuge Qinuo's childish voice came out, and Huang Cangran realized that she was already sitting next to him.

He finally shifted his attention to little Zhuge Qinuo's face.

The moment he met her eyes up close, he was stunned again.

The color of Zhuge Qinuo's eyes is not black or dark brown, but light brown. From his amber eyes, you can clearly see the lines spreading around the pupils, like flowers.

Huang Cangran had never looked into someone's eyes so closely before and was stunned.

Later, whenever he watched a vixen seducing a scholar on TV, he would remember the moment of distraction. He could understand the feeling of being seduced, and he always felt that he had experienced it himself. At that time, Huang Cangran didn't understand, and just attributed everything to the fact that his sister was too beautiful.

Later, this beautiful girl appeared in his house several times. However, she just ate quietly every time, and Huang Cangran only dared to look at her secretly.

To be honest, even if she is pretty, it wouldn't be enough to look at her so much, but apart from her looks, Huang Cangran always feels that there is something about her that others don't have.

During the Chinese New Year this year, Huang Cangran hosted a dinner at home. Many relatives and friends came, all of them with their families, and naturally there were many children.

There is a very good saying: There is no harm without comparison.

Zhuge Qinuo stands out both horizontally and vertically.

From then on, Huang Cangran finally discovered what made her different from other girls. When playing, she could be very happy, but other girls would always cry over trivial matters, and would often act like a spoiled brat to adults for small requests. He had never seen these petty things in Zhuge Qinuo.

So, Huang Cangran did something stupid at that time - when he was playing the game of house and assigning roles, he asked Zhuge Qinuo, who was four years younger than him, to be his "mother". Faced with this unreasonable request, Zhuge Qinuo did not refuse.

In order to be closer to her, Huang Cangran did not hesitate to start from the role of a "swaddled baby". His body was much bigger than hers, and when he lay in her arms as a baby, he only felt a pair of small hands, cool and soft, with a faint fragrance on his body.

He tried his best to act like a baby in distress and coquettishness, and she tried her best to cooperate.

He used this trick many times afterwards. Whenever she came home and there were other children at home, he would play house. He would be the baby and she would be the mother.

It wasn't until the summer vacation when he was about to enter fifth grade that he suddenly stopped playing such childish games, probably because he knew he was about to enter junior high school and couldn't act like a child anymore. After that, he and Zhuge Qinuo seemed to have never met again.

Whenever he thinks of it now, he dares not imagine that scene.

Can't look directly at it, dare not face it.

For Huang Cangran, this is a dark history that is even more difficult for him to accept than "running naked" in front of his family after taking a bath when he was a child. After all, he is now aloof.

Zhuge Qinuo's appearance today made his sense of shame reach its peak.

He couldn't accept the feeling that his "dark history" might be used against him at any time.

After all, a story always begins with a conflict.

The fact that made him very upset, but he had to accept it, yet also a little bit expectant, was that Zhuge Qinuo did not stay for only a few days as he and Zhuge Nan had planned before, but stayed in Feng Ping's house for a long time.

Huang Cangran lives in the school dormitory during his junior high school years and only comes home every Friday for the weekend. He didn't want to go home before, but now he really looks forward to it.

Feng Ping had to deal with factory work, and although she had tried her best to arrange it, there were still times when she couldn't take care of the two children on weekends. So every time there was such a weekend, Huang Cangran would quickly "finish" her homework and then take Zhuge Qinuo out to eat. Today it was KFC, tomorrow it was Pizza Hut, and the day after tomorrow it was McDonald's.

Speaking of which, Zhuge Qinuo was the one who developed this type of food.

It's another weekend without my parents at home.

Huang Cangran took Zhuge Qinuo to a small restaurant for dinner.

The three words "Malatang" are strange yet familiar. When she was in H City before, Zhuge Qinuo could often see such restaurants, but at that time she felt that it was just a big meal, and she had never been there herself unless the adults took her there.

As soon as he entered the store, Zhuge Qinuo was shocked by the scene inside - it was full of people. Outside was the cold winter wind, inside was the heat of food, and the fragrance filled the air. Coupled with the full house of customers, Zhuge Qinuo's body was directly warmed up.

Someone called Huang Cangran over, and Zhuge Qinuo saw that there were already five people there, three men and two women. When he saw them, Zhuge Qinuo clearly felt that the girls' eyes brightened up a few degrees. The people who were originally sitting began to move, boys on the left, girls on the right.

Zhuge Qinuo analyzed it for a while and felt that there should always be a position for both of them, and, well, she understood, so she chose the position on the left.

Just as he was about to sit in, Huang Cangran turned his head away.

"Don't worry," he then turned to the people at the table and said, "Let's go get some food first."

The two came to a cabinet of food, Huang Cangran skillfully took the basket clip and handed it to Zhuge Qinuo. Zhuge Qinuo took it in a panic and just watched him put various vegetables into the basket.

"No way? You haven't eaten this?" Huang Cangran looked at Zhuge Qinuo motionlessly.

"Hmm!" Zhuge Qinuo felt a little embarrassed.

Huang Cangran: "Then why don't you try one bowl with me?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Okay!"

Huang Cangran: "Then take a look at what you like to eat? I guess you don't know either!"

“Is it vegetables or meat?”

"Do you want to eat this?"

"Is it spicy?"

Huang Cangran was rare and patient in introducing the things while asking Zhuge Qinuo about his preferences.

When he returned to his seat, he naturally took off his coat and sat on the left, chatting with someone. Even though he saw the disappointment in the eyes of the girl on his right, there was no other place to sit, so Zhuge Qinuo gritted his teeth and sat in.

Perhaps because he was wearing too much and squeezed Huang Cangran, he turned his head to look at Zhuge Qinuo and reached out to her. Although they had spent many weekends together, Huang Cangran had always been stiff and cold, so Zhuge Qinuo instinctively dodged.

Huang Cangran didn't mind and just smiled: "It's not cold in the room." Then he took off Zhuge Qinuo's scarf and unzipped her down jacket: "It's still a bit cold if you take it off right away. Leave your clothes open first and take them off later."

Like the other five people, Zhuge Qinuo, as the person involved, was also shocked by Huang Cangran's actions.

So much so that I forgot to say thank you.