Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Chapter 147 Motorcycle

"By the way, is there a place to put things on this motorcycle? Where is it?" Zhuge Qinuo ignored his little thoughts, started the car and talked normally.

Mibei answered honestly.

When she drove to the motorcycle, she helped Mi Bei get his phone back according to the information she had obtained, then picked up Mi Bei's helmet and even his gloves.

The car lights shone on the road and on her body. The wind blew her hair and caressed her cheeks. She tilted her face, squinted her eyes, frowned, and hugged the helmet tighter. All the movements were seen by Mi Bei. Maybe she didn't understand what motorcycles, helmets, and gloves meant to Mi Bei, and didn't know if they had any special meaning to him.

She picked them up. Maybe it was politeness, maybe it was education, but she did it. It was a simple gesture, but in his opinion, she knew what he valued and respected his hobbies.

Handing the phone to Mibei: "Phone, helmet, gloves. Anything else?"

Mibei: “No more, thank you!”

Zhuge Qinuo: "These pieces of equipment should all be your treasures. Do you want to see the helmets?"

"Thank you. Let's put it at the back. It's too dark and we can't find anything here. Besides..." Mi Bei shrugged slightly.

"Hmm!" Zhuge Qinuo was sure that this was the helplessness of a wounded soldier, and she put the helmet on the back seat. In order to prevent the helmet from tossing around and collisions caused by driving, she even fastened the helmet with a seat belt to secure it.

"Be good and obedient!" Mi Bei looked at the thin little thing and suddenly thought of this word. After noticing his close gaze and the smile that rose unconsciously on his lips, he shifted his attention guiltily and made a phone call.

It was a very quiet night, and both of them were aware of the signal problem in this area.

Zhuge Qinuo: "The signal here is unstable. Very unstable."

Mi Bei: "Yes, so just now I have added the repair shop's WeChat with your phone and sent the location. So you don't have to worry about them not being able to find it."

"Oh? Really? You're so fast?" Zhuge Qinuo looked through his mobile phone, just as Mi Bei said.

Suddenly, the two fell into silence again. The sound of each other's breathing filled their ears. If the two of them were not thinking about anything, it would be fine, but the two of them had their own thoughts. The silence now was suffocating.

"Ha, by the way, why do you like riding motorcycles?" It was still the sister who had to do this - break the silence.

Mi Bei also breathed a sigh of relief: "This is a long story."

"Oh? It's a long story? People say you don't like to talk, but this is a long story. I really want to feel it." Now that the chatterbox has been opened, it can't be closed. Zhuge Qinuo is also responsible for the rhythm and emotions of the two people's conversation. Obviously, it is impossible to leave these things to Mi Bei.

"Oh, it's really not that I'm not talkative." Mi Bei completely relaxed.

"You should still have a lot to talk about the things and people that you are interested in or like." Zhuge Qinuo continued.

Mi Bei was a little excited: "Yeah, what do you think? Don't you know what I am like? Do you think I don't talk much?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Should I know? I don't know your standard for talking too much or too little."

Mibei: "But I feel like I've talked to you a lot!"

"Huh?" Zhuge Qinuo quickly combined Mi Bei's words with his own words about "things and people that you are interested in or like", "Really?"

"So am I the one he's interested in or..." She got nervous again.

Mi Bei: "What do you mean by really? Of course it is. What I mean is that I'm just shy of strangers. It will be normal once I get familiar with them."

It turned out to be this kind of "yes". Zhuge Qinuo also breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, it's still quite normal now. But before that..."

"I was normal before," Mi Bei knew Zhuge Qinuo was teasing him, and showed weakness, "Ouch, I was so excited that my wound hurts."

"Wound? Tell me where your wound is." Zhuge Qinuo felt relieved when he heard that Mi Bei could still joke.

Mi Bei: "Internal injuries!"

Zhuge Qinuo: "By the way, let's not go off topic. Why do you ride a motorcycle? I want to know the long story."

Mibei: "Nothing special."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Just say it, I have nothing to do anyway, just listen."

"When I was little," Mi Bei paused and glanced at Zhuge Qinuo, who looked gossipy. "It's nothing, actually. When I was little, I always thought motorcycles were very handsome and cool. Later, some friends of mine happened to play with them, so I went to play with them. It was really fun and relaxing. I would play with them occasionally, and I started to like them. When I liked them, I wanted to make them better."

There are no special plots, no surprises.

Zhuge Qinuo: "That's a good idea. You should like these extreme sports."

"Yeah! I like challenges." Mi Bei looked at her.

What? You like challenges? There was something else in his words, and she panicked for a moment: "But you have to pay attention to safety too."

Changing the subject: "This motorcycle crashed to save someone, if I didn't have..."

Mibe: "What's wrong? What do you have?"

"Nothing." Zhuge Qinuo hated himself for speaking too quickly.

Mi Bei: "Why are you leaving the speech halfway? You don't have to keep us in suspense."

She didn't want to mention it: "There's nothing to say."

"Just tell me. You have nothing to do anyway. You just said it yourself." Mi Bei put his knowledge into practice very well.

Zhuge Qinuo couldn't persuade Mi Bei: "I also saved a person who fell off a motorcycle before. If I didn't have the previous experience, I would not be so calm when I saw you like that. I would definitely collapse tonight. If I couldn't get through the phone like this, I might have run down the mountain to ask for help. I just felt that it shouldn't be serious, so I dared to open your helmet. Otherwise, this kind of car accident, we learned when we were young, we can't move. If you break a bone, it will be worse if you move."

Mibe: “So, that person?”

"He was fine, just had a bad fall. He was able to get up and walk by himself. So, I felt that you should be fine, but I was scared when I saw your face covered in blood. Fortunately, you are fine, and you have changed my view of motorcyclists. At least for now."

Mibei: "Change your mind? Did the motorcycle offend you?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "How could that be? It's never the material that's wrong. It's always the people."

Mibe: "So, how did they offend you?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "How could it be that he offended me? In the past, in my eyes, people riding motorcycles were either arrogant and domineering, or extremely narcissistic. In short, to sum it up, they were scumbags and gangsters."

Mibei: "Oh? Looks like there's a story behind it!"

Zhuge Qinuo's mind quickly flashed back to two people in her previous career who were related to motorcycles, and she refused to communicate any more: "Stop it, this story is really not worth mentioning."

"But now I realize that my previous stereotype of motorcyclists was one-sided and not objective," she said, looking at him.

Mi Bei wanted to ask more, let's just say that he was very interested in everything about motorcycles, but Zhuge Qinuo had already pressed the pause button: "It seems that my fall was not in vain! It has changed your view on motorcycles." He also knew how to quit while he was ahead.

"No, it has nothing to do with the motorcycle. Your fall was not in vain because, because of you, I can add another entry to the book of merits in this life." Zhuge Qinuo Shen concluded.