Unrequited Love

Luoyang casually found the back seat of a bicycle and sat down. After waiting for ten minutes, he saw Luo Zhi walking from a distance, wearing slippers, still slapping the back of his head with his right hand.

"Just finished taking a shower?"

"Well," she broke the hair on the back of her head vigorously, and threw the drops of water out, "I just finished washing when you called. I forgot to bring a bath towel today. There is only a small towel. The hair can't be wiped dry. It's hard to bear."

"It's so cold, don't catch a cold, go back quickly. What your mother asked me to carry, here." Luoyang pointed to the big bag at his feet.

"Is it very heavy?"

"What do you want to say? Thank you for your hard work? You're welcome."

"Help me upstairs."

Luoyang smiled bitterly, sighed, and said, "I guessed it. Take me in. You just go to the building manager's room to register for me."

"Brother, you are so loyal and honest, would you usually be bullied?" Luo Zhi looked at him with a smile.

This sentence sounds familiar.

The girl who said this at the time was combing half-length and not short shredded hair, and approached hippiely with a smile, kind and not frivolous. She asked in his ear, and when his breath came out, he felt his hair stood up.

Luoyang quickly recovered from the lack of consciousness, and reached out and rubbed Luo Zhi's messy hair.

"If you don't follow me, you have to be a good seller. You bully the most."

This sentence seems to have been said to that person. I used the tone of my brother to my sister—but comparing it with Luo Zhi today, the tone is the same, but the feeling in my heart is that different.

He always reacts slowly.

Luo Zhi helped him against the door, Luoyang went in and put down his things and walked out. There was a girl in the room who was taking a nap, so his movements were very light.

"You only live with two people?"

"The other dormitories are four people. This room is very small, so there are only two of us."

"It's good too." He thought of his sister's withdrawn personality.

"By the way, sister Nianci, okay?"

"Fine. She has few professional graduate courses and is idle every day. She also became the head of the Women's Department of the Rights and Interests Federation. To put it bluntly, she is the head of the Z Big Women's Federation and the gossip group.

Luo Zhi smiled: "Are long-distance relationships difficult?"

"Fortunately. Phone text messages, the big deal will be the train and plane. People in ancient times have not come over with a letter from the family for a few months. By the way, if you have anything to go to me, anyway, my company is so close to you. Find me for school dinner, and I invite you to eat outside."

"Don't worry, I can't spare you."

"Are you busy studying?"

"It's okay, can handle it. Do you often work overtime?"

"It's okay now. I will get busy from the end of November. It is interesting to go to work and not go to school, and people have no goals."

"Why don't you have a goal? Providing for a house, a car, getting married and having children, letting your parents take care of their old age, buying a diamond ring for Sister Nianci, earning milk powder for the children, and living the goal as your life.

Luo Zhi said, and went into the room to get a book on the shelf.

"Take it easy, roommates are all asleep." He couldn't help reminding.

"Don't worry, she can't wake up. The two words sleeping are really disrespectful to her, she usually goes into a coma directly." Luo Zhi pulled out two thick books and replayed them in Luoyang's hands. The strategic analysis book I mentioned the second time, I helped you get it, Michael Porter (Michael Porter-the father of competitive strategy)."

Luoyang was speechless, holding it in his hand and carefully flipping through it, but a thin envelope floated out. Luoyang glanced down, picked it up, ran his fingers across the concave and convex writing, and tightened his lips.

Luo Zhi was still concentrating on sorting out the bookshelf. He cleared his throat and handed the letter back to her: "You... classmate's letter?"

"Oh?" Luo Zhi took a look and said absently, "Why am I caught here? It's from a classmate. It should be the last one."

"It shouldn't be a boyfriend." Luoyang smiled a little falsely, and he felt bored when he spoke.

"Boring," Luo Zhi shook his head, "Look at the recipient's address on the envelope. Is that a boy's handwriting?"

Luoyang watched Luo Zhi throw the letter into the drawer casually, smiling silently.

Passing by two girls carrying water bottles in the corridor, they looked curious when they saw Luoyang. Luoyang heard their footsteps go away and couldn't help but speak again.

"A good friend from high school?"

"Can you help me find a topic? Just squint if you have nothing to say." Luo Zhi curled his lips.

Luoyang was choked and stared, but finally calmed down without speaking.

Forget it, it's all the past, so why bother. He stretched out his hand and messed up Luo Zhi's wet hair: "If you are in a nest, you know you will be harsh to me."

Luoyang's father is Luo Zhi's second uncle. He is three years older than Luo Zhi. After graduating from Z University, he flew to Beijing to work. He has been with his childhood sweetheart girlfriend in a different place for more than half a year. A while ago, he went back to his hometown to apply for a Hong Kong and Macau Pass, and brought something to Luo Zhi by the way.

Luo Zhi’s mother has always been indifferent to the family. Her mother is the youngest daughter of the family. She stepped into a marriage that was difficult to achieve. She refused to listen to any advice from her parents and brothers. She completely broke up with her family and moved out of the old house. It was not until the death of Grandma Luoyang that Luo Zhi stepped into that family's door for the first time.

Luoyang hadn't seen Luo Zhi before that, but at that time he was too young and hardly remembered her name. The adults circled the paralyzed grandfather in the main hall that day, and Luo Zhi's mother also cried very sad. Luoyang suddenly caught a glimpse of the thin and pale girl approaching the body of the grandma who had been parked on the bed in another room for several hours, without fear or sorrow, reaching out and holding her hand.

He stood at the door with his mouth wide open, watching Luo Zhi touch his grandma's blue and white face again, and said calmly in a crisp childish voice: "It's so cold."

Then Luo Zhi turned his head, looked at Luoyang who was dumbfounded, and greeted him with a smile.

"Brother, I can't cry, what should I do?" She had beautiful eyes since she was a child. Luoyang was stared at by her, and gradually she no longer feared.

"Why can't you cry?" He is also in the fifth grade, knowing how to be a real brother.

"Everyone must cry at the funeral. Look at them," she pointed out her finger to her relatives and friends in another room, crying, "but I am not familiar with my grandmother and can't cry."

Luoyang was dumbfounded. There was a feeling that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. This sister just tilted her head and stared at him, then turned around and glanced at the cold body.

Many years later, he remembered the way Luo Zhi said "I am not familiar with grandma" in a serious manner, and couldn't help but laugh, but after that, a bit of coolness and sorrow overflowed from his heart.

He plucked up the courage and walked to the side of grandma.

In fact, he was still a little scared of this room. After kneeling before the bed with the adult and kowtow, he withdrew from the room, and no one came in afterwards. The stiff body and face after cooling down didn't look like the usual stern grandma.

Luo Zhi was obviously still waiting for his answer. Luoyang turned his ears to listen to the vague crying in the living room, his nose was sour, and his mouth curled.

"Grandma is very strict and always angry. But in fact, she is very nice. Everyone points to her and everyone depends on her. She...very good."

Some of the answers were unreasonable, and he began to cry hopelessly. When he came back to his senses, he found that Luo Zhi was patting him on the back as if soothing, and his clear and bright eyes were full of understanding and sympathy that did not match his age.

Luo Zhi followed Luoyang at the funeral. When the remains in the funeral home bid farewell, all the children and grandchildren stood in a row and wept bitterly in the sound of mourning that echoed through the hall. The guests lined up to the glass coffin and bowed three times, while Luoyang cried and couldn't help but look at Luo Zhi in the corner—she kept staring at the glass coffin without a word, as if thinking about what matters. The same thing.

Luoyang still remembers her unpredictable expression to this day. In fact, the expression is not terrible, it's just that this kind of adult look is really a bit weird on an exquisite little doll.

Later, although Luo Zhi's mother moved more with her siblings at home, she rarely took Luo Zhi with her. When Luoyang saw Luo Zhi for the second time, he was already in the first year of junior high. He and his classmates went home together and saw her stepping out from the underground bookstore. The girl in the third grade of elementary school, holding two comic books, met him with a surprised look.

"Ah, it's you." She grinned unfamiliarly.