Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Chapter 151: A Place to Put

A sneeze.

Following a sneeze, Zhuge Qinuo came in: "Why are you still sitting? Oh, yes, I forgot to treat your wound. Look at my memory."

As he said this, he started rummaging through the medicine box again.

"If you're in a hurry, just go first. I'm fine. It's very late, and doesn't Xinxin have something to do at school tomorrow?" Mi Bei looked at Zhuge Qinuo who was in a hurry. She had just finished tidying up the past, and she had something to do here. Suddenly, she didn't want to bother her anymore.

"Be good, don't think too much, I'll take care of my affairs", and then he sat down beside Mi Bei's bed, "Come!"

She said come, but didn't let Mibei move at all. Instead, she moved closer to treat the wound on Mibei's face.

The distance was not as close as imagined, all she had was Mibei's concentration in her eyes.

"The corners of my mouth are a little bit cut, and my forehead is a little swollen, but luckily there's no disfigurement." Zhuge Qinuo said with a smile, his soft voice a little hoarse.

"It doesn't look good, does it? It's ridiculous that it actually flipped over." Mi Bei didn't know why he asked this.

"It looks good, and not funny. The battle-damaged makeup is handsome in a different way." She didn't expect why Mi Bei would ask this. She was afraid that he had a fever and his brain was confused, so she just coaxed him like a child.

"So you think I look good like this?" This question was even more confusing than the previous one. His voice was gentle and his eyes fell on her face, as if there was warmth in them.

Zhuge Qinuo sensitively sensed something strange here, and Mi Bei's bold gaze. She did not dodge but stopped what she was doing and looked into Mi Bei's eyes generously: "It's not that I think you look good, it's that you are very good-looking. Being injured doesn't affect your appearance. Don't worry, little brother." She was both supportive and steady. Rather than avoiding and being shy, it was the right answer to be thick-skinned and break this ambiguous atmosphere. Otherwise, what should she do in the future?

"Your face is fine. Let me check your hands." Mi Bei was only wearing a vest, and you could see the scratches on his elbows at a glance. "It's not serious, fortunately."

"The elbow is not serious? Then my coat is seriously damaged." Mi Bei smiled bitterly.

"It's fate that I can protect you!" This was a very high-level consolation. Zhuge Qinuo also knew that the clothes were special to him. He cherished them so much, there must be a story behind them, there must be a special person or a special thing, but he didn't say it and she didn't ask.

Mi Bei: "This dress was given to me by my grandma when I first started riding a motorcycle."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Then your grandma is very fashionable. Her clothes are very beautiful and she has good taste."

Mi Bei: "She was very insightful and foresighted. At that time, my family didn't agree with me riding a motorcycle, but my grandma ordered this dress for me from somewhere. At that time, I was not that tall, and the dress was a bit big. She said that I should wear it when I became a good rider. This also told my parents that she supported me riding a motorcycle."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Your grandma is so nice. You are so lucky to have such an open-minded grandma pampering you."

Mi Bei: "My grandma is very good. But this kind of happiness is gone. I can't even find a place to buy a second piece of this dress if I want one. I can only wear it more often on important occasions and take good care of it after I wear it. Every time I wear this dress, I feel that my grandma is protecting me."

Zhuge Qinuo understood immediately: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I didn't see grandma for the last time, nor did I hear what she wanted to say to me." Mi Bei's eyes were moist. "She was gone when I arrived at the hospital. But this dress was placed next to the bed. She had been waiting for me, but she didn't make it."

No wonder he doesn't allow others to touch this dress. Those who would laugh at him for cherishing this dress so much probably don't know the story behind it. It's also normal. Mi Bei is not the kind of person who opens his heart to everyone he meets. Zhuge Qinuo thanks him for sharing. With simple expressions, she can already imagine the scene. Maybe the night makes people emotional. She also thinks of her grandmother and can empathize with that regret. Her eyes are wet.

Mi Bei: "Why are your eyes still red?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "You were the first to become famous."

Mibei: "It's all in the past. I don't know if it's because of the injury today that I became so fragile."

Zhuge Qinuo: "It's okay to be vulnerable occasionally. But you can't be vulnerable anymore. You are still a patient, stop talking so much, and lie down and rest. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

"Oh, it's fine if you don't say anything. I feel a little dizzy when you say it."

"Dizzy? You're not going to have a concussion, are you? You fell so hard, it's really possible." Zhuge Qinuo became more and more nervous as he thought about it. "Let's go to the hospital. It would be bad if you have a concussion. By the way, get a full body check to make sure there are no hidden dangers."

"No way. It's not that exaggerated. I have a headache and a fever. Maybe it's because of the fever." Mi Bei didn't feel dizzy. Thinking of Zhuge Qinuo saying that he had to go for something, he really didn't want to delay her. But when he mentioned grandma and the clothes that he didn't allow others to touch, he was willing to share them with her. It was like God's will. Could this be considered a kind of fate? So he changed his mind. He didn't want to be "alone in an empty room" on such an embarrassing night, so he took the initiative.

"Yes, you're still running a fever. Let me take a look." Zhuge Qinuo took out the thermometer and measured it. "It's 39.3 degrees. How about I take you to the hospital? Your fever is so high, I'm a little scared."

"No, I'm fine. I'm very tired and in pain. I want to sleep for a while. You go, I can do it." Although it was true that he was very tired and in pain, Mi Bei did use some tricks. He was sure that she would not leave immediately, and he stepped on her mouth and said to let her go. He knew that this tactic of retreating to advance was wrong, but for some reason, he was more and more reluctant to let her go, and he acted capriciously.

"Don't worry about me for now. If you don't want to go, then go to sleep. I will stay with you. If the temperature gets higher again, promise me that you will go to the hospital." Zhuge Qinuo said as he laid him down.

"Okay!" Mi Beida got what he wanted, but he was still not sure, so he confirmed again, "What about the volunteers?"

"Don't worry, I won't be late. I can arrange my own affairs and time. You go to sleep first, I'll get some things from the car and come up."

Zhuge Qinuo's maturity and stability at this moment gave Mi Bei a place to put her occasional willfulness. He knew that she would not leave immediately, so he lay down.

"By the way, there are my clothes in the closet, you can choose any you want." Mi Bei said.

"I can take care of myself. As your savior, I won't be stingy with your things. Just sleep well." Zhuge Qinuo looked back and smiled, then walked out.

Mi Bei lay on the bed waiting for her to come back, and while waiting, he fell asleep without knowing when.