Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Chapter 264 Hello, Brother Cangran

Zhuge Qinuo didn't intend to eavesdrop, but even if she didn't mean to listen, she could hear Huang Cangran's dissatisfied voice.

"She is Xiaonuo's sister," Feng Ping explained, "Didn't you like playing with her the most when you were a child?"

"Little Sister Nuo?" Huang Cangran didn't believe it and confirmed again, "Is it Uncle Zhuge's little sister Nuo'er?"

"Yes!" Feng Ping answered happily. He thought Huang Cangran would be happy too, but that was not the case. He did not look very happy.

Huang Cangran finally realized that his schoolbag was thrown in the wrong place.

"Mom? What's going on?" There was anger in her voice.

This made Zhuge Qinuo, who wanted to hide in his room after washing up, dare not leave the bathroom.

Feng Ping: "This room is for Xiaonuo."

Huang Cangran: "I chose this room when the new house was first decorated. How long have we been moving in? I've only lived here for a few days?"

Feng Ping: "Girls have more stuff, so their rooms should be bigger!"

"Why do you have to live here permanently?" Huang Cangran was almost going crazy.

Zhuge Qinuo heard every word of the conversation between Feng Ping and her son. Although she knew it was not the time to go out, she felt that she had been in the bathroom for too long, so she went out anyway.

"Hello, Brother Cangran!" she called softly.

Huang Cangran glanced at Zhuge Qinuo, who had her hair tied casually and looked at him with a pair of clear big eyes. Her little face was a little pointier than when she was a child, her skin was as delicate as a baby's, and she was still as pretty as a doll.

Hearing her timidly calling him, he wanted to respond, but then he saw that she was wearing pajamas, and her pajamas and the room looked so harmonious. He felt that everything he had was taken away, so he didn't respond, but rolled his eyes at her instead.

"Why don't you say something back?" Feng Ping patted Huang Cangran.

Huang Cangran did not do so, but turned to ask Feng Ping: "For her, occupy my room?"

He did give Feng Ping some time to answer, but not much.

Two seconds passed, and Feng Ping still hadn't figured out his train of thought.

He asked again: "So, who is she? The illegitimate daughter of my father and another woman? Or the illegitimate daughter of you and another man? Are you compensating her now?"

Not to mention Zhuge Qinuo who was confused, even Feng Ping was shocked when he heard this.

Coincidentally, Feng Ping's lover Huang Yujian also came up and said, "What are you talking about, you little brat? Go back to your room."

Huang Cangran went back to his room unconvinced.

Huang Yujian and Feng Ping, one dealt with Huang Cangran and the other comforted Zhuge Qinuo, and each entered a room.

Zhuge Qinuo told Feng Ping that she was fine. Feng Ping asked about her homework for a while and then left.

Huang Cangran's father also closed the door for his son.

Zhuge Qinuo lay on the bed, thinking about all the unusual things, touching the soft bed, smelling the fragrant quilt, and vaguely feeling something.

Thinking about the meeting with Huang Cangran today, and thinking about Huang Cangran's attitude, his resistance was beyond her imagination. She didn't dare to have any thoughts of enjoying it anymore. She could understand him. Who would be willing to have a good impression of a cuckoo that "occupies the magpie's nest"?

She couldn't help crying because of the grievance of living under someone else's roof.

I was tired of crying and couldn’t sleep, so I just got up and wrote an essay.

Sadness always inspires people to think the most. She sat at the table and wrote furiously.

Suddenly the door was pushed open and Zhuge Qinuo turned around in fright.

Huang Cangran was reprimanded by Huang Yujian before, and after thinking for a long time, he was so angry that he wanted to come and swear his sovereignty to Zhuge Qinuo. When he pushed the door open and saw her red eyes, which were still a little sparkling, he suddenly lost his temper.

Those eyes are poisonous.

"I'm here to get my things!" he said coldly.

Zhuge Qinuo stood up, leaned against the desk, and held the pen in both hands: "Okay, Brother Cangran."

Her voice was still very soft, and Huang Cangran was not so angry after being called like that. But he had lied that he was going to find something, so he had to find it.

He rummaged through the boxes and drawers for a while: "It's too dark today, I can't find it, I'll look for it tomorrow."

It was so embarrassing. Even he felt so.

"Okay, Brother Cangran!" Zhuge Qinuo said the same thing, his voice still soft.

Her gentleness left Huang Cangran at a loss.

He came to the desk and tried to find a topic: "Why aren't you sleeping so late? Are you writing a love letter?"

"Ah?" Zhuge Qinuo frowned slightly.

Huang Cangran glanced at the notebook on the desk and found that he was indeed writing an essay. He sighed in his heart, there really is such a pervert who is so active in doing homework. Then he looked down at the little girl next to him with his height advantage, and she was still so timid. He realized that this girl was just a fourth-grade elementary school student.

"Are you too serious? Are you really doing your homework? Go to bed early!" After he said that, he left without looking back.

Zhuge Qinuo saw that Huang Cangran was not as irritable as when they first met, and he asked her to go to bed early. For some reason, his mood improved. After finishing the composition, he felt really tired, so he went back to bed and fell asleep peacefully.

She could sleep, but Huang Cangran couldn't. He lay on the bed, thinking about what happened after he came back.

He was indeed angry at first. No matter who it was, no matter how good-looking they were, they couldn't occupy someone else's nest.

But after knowing that it was Zhuge Qinuo, for some reason, four words seemed to be typed in his heart - it was her.

His subsequent anger was not because the room was occupied, nor because of Zhuge Qinuo, but because he had to face his own dark history again.

He couldn't control his shame.

Where does shame come from? We may need to go back even further.

He and Zhuge Qinuo knew each other when they were very young.

Zhuge Qinuo's father Zhuge Nan and Huang Cangran's grandfather were good friends. For a while, Zhuge Qinuo's father helped with some business matters at his grandfather's house, like a half-external affairs manager, but their relationship was not that of a boss and an employee, but of friends. So Huang Cangran often saw Zhuge Nan at the dinner table at home when he was a child.

That was when he was in the fourth grade. Zhuge Nan brought a little girl to his home for dinner, saying that she was his daughter who had gone to Hubei two years ago.

The girl was wearing a black and red plaid college-style sweater and miniskirt, white tights, and a pair of black leather shoes. She looked very delicate, with two pigtails tied with red ribbons.

At that time, the top outfit for other little girls was a pink fairy dress with crystal shoes. Huang Cangran was shocked by this outfit. The color was very dark, there were no flowers, no fairy style, and it was hard to say what was beautiful about it, but the whole outfit was eye-catching.

She was different from other little girls in every way. She didn't look like someone from that era.

This was the first meeting between Huang Cangran and Zhuge Qinuo.

Western style! This was the most accurate word he could find. It was also his first impression of her.

If you are not special enough from the beginning, how can people take a second look at you in the crowd?

The box of destiny was opened from then on.