Trajectory 2: entangled curves

The two sat down in tacit understanding.

Although it is not good to lift the skirt in front of a man, there is really only one convenient ventilation channel in the legs. Besides, the man in front of me can only be regarded as a child, not a man.

Thinking of this, Zhuge Qinuo continued what he had not completed just now - lifting the skirt.

I didn't dare to be too presumptuous and just lifted it up to the knees.

"Ah, it's cool. Don't you want to relax?" Zhuge Qinuo suppressed his inner embarrassment and said to Mi Bei.

Mi Bei just smiled and shook his head.

Feeling like regretting his decision, Zhuge Qinuo thought this was a very wise proposal and no one would refuse it. But this Mi Bei...

She looked at him, who was neatly dressed and sitting upright, and then looked at herself, who looked sloppy and unkempt. She couldn't help but straighten her body a little and even had the urge to put her skirt down.

"You look so young, like seventeen or eighteen, but you celebrities take better care of yourself and look younger. Actually, you are around twenty years old, right?" Zhuge Qinuo tried to find a topic "cleverly".

"Twenty-four," Mibe replied.

"You have such good manners, so proper!" Continue to find topics to talk about.

"Ancient costume." Mi Bei said concisely.

Zhuge Qinuo finally understood that she had run into a chat terminator. But should she continue the topic? It had already been brought up, wouldn't it be more awkward if she didn't talk about it? In fact, she wasn't a very good chatterbox. While she was hoping that Xu Fei could start filming the next scene quickly, she was searching for topics to talk about in her mind.

Just when she was worried about this...

"Thank you." Mi Bei said.

"You're welcome." Zhuge Qinuo answered reflexively. It was really just a reflex, and then she tidied her hair awkwardly because she didn't know what Mi Bei was thanking her for.

I mustered up the courage to ask why I was being thanked so I could continue the conversation.

She turned to look at Mi Bei, who was looking in the direction of Xu Fei in the distance. She could only see half of his face. The lines of his jaw were clear but not rigid, his skin was delicate and flawless, his nose was not fully visible, but a quick glance at it showed that it was very tall, and his eyes were not so double, which was indeed the shape of the eyes of the male protagonist in the comics.

This little man is so handsome!

In the era of young handsome men, Zhuge Qinuo also followed the trend and changed her "husband" and "boyfriend" in each drama. The male protagonists in the dramas she followed in those years did look very handsome with the blessing of their personalities. But after leaving the pit, she found that there were really few handsome men who could keep her taste unchanged for a long time. Huang Cangran and Deng Qing were considered handsome men who were long-lasting to look at.

Of course, others may not think so, it's just a matter of personal taste. After all, what Zhuge Qinuo calls "good-looking" is really more than just good-looking. There are too many of her own subjective preferences involved.

Different from Huang Cangran's gentle and refined manner, and different from Deng Qing's changeable temperament, the Mi Bei in front of him is that kind of young and handsome cream boy. He may not be stunning at first glance, but he is the kind that is particularly worth looking at.

After analyzing and studying Mi Bei's face, Zhuge Qinuo had already wiped his saliva in his heart a thousand times. With a little reluctance, he turned his head silently and recalled: "This person looks so familiar."

But for anyone with a little bit of fame, it is impossible that she, who has read so many gossips and regards reading entertainment news as a leisure activity, does not have any impression of it.

After two seconds, she wanted to thank herself for turning her head back so wisely. Because now, two seconds later, Mi Bei also turned her head back. She was so lucky that he didn't notice her looking at his face and almost drooling.

Before Mi Bei had calmed down from the panic, he took out his cell phone from somewhere and started looking through it.

"How clever." Zhuge Qinuo couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. What he meant by clever was that he could find a place to hide a cell phone under the ancient costume.

"I learned it from others. Weibo, do you use it too?" Mibei finally said so many words. Zhuge Qinuo also seized the opportunity to chat, trying not to be boring: "I check it every day, but I don't post much myself. Is today's hot search hot? By the way, how many fans do you have?"

Mi Bei did not answer, but held the phone in both hands and leaned towards Zhuge Qinuo. She leaned over to take a look: Well, Mi Bei, 11. This number is really, beyond imagination, low.

"Huh..." Zhuge Qinuo suddenly raised his voice after leaning over to take a look at Mibei's Weibo, "Mibei, are you Mibei?" Now it was Mibei's turn to be at a loss. He didn't know what she was talking about. He forced a smile and nodded.

"Are you the Mi Bei who danced with a handsome foreign star named something in that variety show? And the Mi Bei who appeared in another variety show and sang and danced?" Zhuge Qinuo's weakness - memory loophole, was fully exposed.

"Although I don't know what you are talking about, I think I should be the Mibei you are talking about." Mibei responded good-temperedly.

"I, I, I am that one in a hundred thousand, and I am your fan." Zhuge Qinuo pointed at himself excitedly and finally figured out the key.

"You follow me?" Mi Bei was skeptical. It was obvious that this woman didn't know he was Mi Bei. How could a fan not know what his idol looked like?

"Yes, yes, yes, I followed you. I remember your Weibo profile picture." Zhuge Qinuo responded happily.

But before, she didn't recognize such a big person standing in front of her, which made her feel very rude. She explained in a low voice: "But, to be honest, don't be angry. I didn't follow you because I was a fan of you. I was particularly obsessed with that foreign male star at that time, and you danced with him on the same stage, and you danced very well. I thought that anyone who could work with him would not be bad, so I followed you."

"Am I the one who came along by chance? Haha! Sister, the truth hurts." Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was Zhuge Qinuo's honesty, Mi Bei suddenly felt relieved.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Haha, I'm so sorry. But from now on, I will definitely be your fan."

"Thank you." Mi Bei said simply, but it didn't seem casual.

Zhuge Qinuo didn't know how to continue the topic of being a fan or not, so he had to start with something else: "To be honest, I feel that the lives of you celebrities are very different from what I imagined."

"I think what you think is not wrong. Those stars you think are probably what you think they are, but I am not the star you think I am." Mi Bei said calmly.

Zhuge Qinuo really didn't know how to continue the topic, it seemed that no matter how he talked, he would always end up talking. But at least it was progress. Mibei went from a short phrase of two or three words at the beginning to a sentence now!

Seeing that Mi Bei had no intention of continuing the conversation, she also chose not to speak. But it would be too boring if she didn't speak. Mobile phone, mobile phone! How important it was at this time.

"Start shooting in 15 minutes." Xu Fei's voice was like amnesty to Zhuge Qinuo.

They immediately stood up and straightened their clothes. At this time, the makeup artist came over and touched up their makeup on the spot.

The makeup artist who was touching up Zhuge Qinuo's makeup suddenly gave her a thumbs up: "Wow, you can stay alone with this Mi Bei for so long, it's amazing."

Zhuge Qinuo immediately understood what the makeup artist meant and shrugged mischievously.