Unrequited Love

Luo Zhi was playing with his mobile phone, the screen was darkened a long time ago, and the text message could still be vaguely seen.

The first thing that struck my mind for the first moment was, yes, of course I was angry, I was angry, I was angry for a long time, didn't you notice it in three weeks? What to wear?

At the second moment, I felt that this text message seemed very intimate. A little bit happy.

In the third moment, it was a bit sad to be played by others. Sheng Huainan is not a dull person. He is so smart that he won't find her angry until three weeks later. He even asked so knowingly.

The woman's heart really turned back and forth.

She was in a daze when Sheng Huainan called directly.

"You skipped class like that?"

"Do you think I just went to the bathroom with my schoolbag?"

"The assistant teacher called again."

"Impossible, his brain is not sick, although he did appear mentally retarded when he laughed just now."

"Hehe, yeah, I can't fool you."

Then nothing.

She leaned on the table and enjoyed the silence that made Sheng Huainan bewildered, as if finally taking revenge for the cramped in the coffee shop when she first met.

"I'm sorry." Sheng Huainan's voice was calm.

She was so calm that she was embarrassed by her careful thoughts and high self-esteem.

"Oh? What are you sorry for this time?" Luo Zhi put his ear close to the receiver.

"I don't know either." His laughter was a bit embarrassing.

Luo Zhi let out a breath slowly. She was tired from pulling.

"Okay. I forgive you."

Sheng Huainan was silent for a while.

"Can I see you? I skipped class too."

"Where is Zhang Mingrui?"

"Maybe writing a program."

"it is good."

"It's eleven o'clock, please have lunch to make up for the last meal."

"it is good."

"Can you wait for me? I want to send the computer back to the dorm."

"it is good."

Luo Zhi leaned against the table, turning his eyes to the desk calendar beside the table.

Today is November 4th.

It was November 4th.

four years ago. Luo Zhi opened his mouth in disbelief.

Her first diary was written on November 4th, because every time she browsed it, she started from this page, so she could recite the first paragraph almost completely.

Sunny weather on November 4

The results of each subject of the mid-term exam were finally announced, and the final score was actually English instead of Chinese. I went back to class holding the papers and passing by the language office, the head teacher suddenly pointed out and called me, and said, Luo Zhi, come here.

Luo Zhi, come here.

Luo Zhi closed his eyes. It's really been four years.

She used to follow behind him with such humble and careful eyes, even though she was actually an excellent and proud girl—at least in her own circle.

How many times has she climbed to the top floor to read "New Concept 4" because their English teacher teased him and forced him to recite the new concept text.

She once wrote a diary with only one subject. Every day following him into the classroom, she carried on so many meaningless repetitive descriptions, depicting his back figure word by word, and shuttled through the corridor divided into equidistant light and shadow areas by the morning light, also in her Slightly shaking in the eye socket.

Once she accidentally walked in front of him, so she slowly slowed down, hoping that he could walk in front of her. However, the moment he really passed her, his heart was suddenly immersed in cold water—his calm and confident and persistent temperament laughed at her deeply at the moment he was wrong.

She who was embarrassed and cautious.

Luo Zhi opened her eyes, she should be worthy of these four years.

In fact, from the first time she rushed to the gate of the supermarket to relieve him, she had been expecting "what will happen", or she had always been expecting, but that time she finally took action to give herself a chance . It turns out that several coincidences gave her a chance to get close. She didn't avoid it and went straight up, but she didn't know how she actually behaved.

She just thought, as this slowly approached, he might...

Would like her.

In fact, she is still confident. Although she once looked humblely at his back, she never doubted that she was worthy of being loved.

But Luo Zhi hadn't thought about it, maybe in his eyes, she was nothing special. Even her every move is trying to be special.

In many conversations, if the other party is not him, she may smile in silence to avoid any possible trouble. But in the face of him, she worked hard to make her tongue smile, trying hard to make him smile at her words.

Luo Zhi tried his best to advise herself not to show anything deliberately, but this love made her unable to "be yourself" easily. And he does have the ability to make her feel so discouraged to swear to give up, and he can use only one text message to let her accumulate confidence. What she did, how to do, what to say, how to say, what to think, how to think... All her actions were led by his nose, whether it was four years ago without interaction or today.

She can't be the master. She also wanted to not deliberately ignore him, don't deliberately follow him, don't deliberately be indifferent, don't deliberately be enthusiastic, don't deliberately wit, don't deliberately calm down—but she can't be herself.

This is love. If love can't pull a person out of shape, then its magic is too small.

The courage returned to the body.

Now that this is the case, why not try to "act" once.

"Luo Zhi, come on." She said softly.

Belle sat up suddenly. Luo Zhi was taken aback and looked straight at the upper bunk.

"Are you in bed?"

"Yeah, which weekend did I not sleep until the afternoon?"

"Scared me."

"I heard it all, call, and the sentence: Luo Zhi, come on!!!"

Belle's face was a little swollen, but she looked happy.

Luo Zhi wanted to choke her to relieve her embarrassment, but after thinking about it for a long time, she was speechless.

"He... he texted, I went downstairs." She hurriedly picked up her bag.

Belle nodded and suddenly smiled again.

"Luo Zhi."

"Ok?"

"Come on."

Luo Zhi's nose was sour, and the tears accumulated for a long time just now dripped on the back of his hand. She nodded, although Belle couldn't see it.