Unrequited Love

"I skipped class today, and turned off the meeting between Tiffany and Jake. Tomorrow night if you have nothing to do, can you visit Jake? He misses you very much."

"Okay." Sheng Huainan laughed.

When he reached the street light of the dormitory building, he suddenly stopped and pulled out a big paper bag from the schoolbag behind him.

"I bought it when I passed by the bookstore that day. I wanted to give it to you another day, but when I went out this morning, I learned it by heart. This way, I was exhausted."

Luo Zhi's eyes widened and took the heavy paper bag—a total of six books, the complete works of Gibran.

Did he carry it for a day? Is your brain convulsed? —But didn’t he say that when he liked Ye Zhanyan, his friends always said he had intermittent epileptic wind?

She was thinking wildly, her brain was flustered, and she didn't know whether to put on a angry expression or a happy expression.

"I... I especially like Gibran... I like "Sand and Mo"... Does your back hurt?"

Luo Zhi's stuttering seemed to make Sheng Huainan particularly happy. He rubbed her hair affectionately, regardless of whether this move made Luo Zhi even more shy.

"nice! You love it."

Suddenly there was a clattering noise behind him. Luo Zhi turned around and saw a girl in a purple woolen coat kicking a bicycle.

The girl raised her head to show her face, it was Zheng Wenrui.

Luo Zhi was a little cramped, and asked in a low voice, "The car is broken?"

"The chain is off." Zheng Wenrui didn't look at her, but still kicked the rear wheel of the bicycle fiercely, making chuckles.

"It's the first time I saw someone can kick a chain that fell." Sheng Huainan still smiled, but his eyes narrowed slightly. Luo Zhi discovered for the first time that when his temperament became cold, he was really afraid of people. Zheng Wenrui took a deep breath and raised his head when he heard this sentence. At the moment when Luo Zhi's eyes crossed, Sheng Huainan grabbed Luo Zhi's shoulder and took her away, turning the intersection and heading straight to the door of the dormitory.

Luo Zhi stood on the steps at the entrance of the building. Not far away, Zheng Wenrui was still kicking the bicycle vigorously, as if he had already kicked the bicycle like her. It became embarrassing to say goodbye, she withdrew her gaze from Zheng Wenrui and saw Sheng Huainan look concerned.

"Don't be afraid," he said.

His warmth made her cheer up, nodded, grabbed the paper bag in her arms, the sharp corner of the book poked her stomach, she didn't feel any pain, she smiled and said, "Really, thank you very much. ."

He stood idle with his hands in his hands: "I should be thankful. I haven't been so happy in a long time. I will go to Jake to play tomorrow afternoon, right? You are also very tired today. Go back and rest."

The door of the dormitory was automatically locked with a click, but he did not leave, Nu Nuzui asked Luo Zhi to go first. She turned her back, lowered her face and smiled like a little daughter-in-law, then raised her eyes and nodded at him, then turned and strode away.

However, the loud noise, when she turned the corner and ran into the corridor, still pestered her unwillingly behind her.

She closed her eyes and told herself that you were not wrong.

At noon the next day, he was about to send a text message to Sheng Huainan to tell him the meeting time in the afternoon. He sent the text message first.

"There is something, I can't go, sorry."

Abrupt and concise, Luo Zhi held the phone for a long time, feeling a little tricky. First I replied "It's okay, you're busy with you", and then began to worry. If Jake's pigeons are released again this time, the two children may drag her into their small warehouse and close the door and let the dog bite her to death.

She dialed a phone call and Zhu Yan went to Shanghai. Jya told her that she was about to contact her. The two children had a fever and had been accompanied by the nanny to the doctor. She didn't have to go there this afternoon.

Although the two parties put the pigeons together, although things are much easier to handle, she still feels empty in her heart. After going around five or six times in the dormitory, I finally calmed down. I took off the clothes I went out, put on a casual plaid shirt and sports trousers, sat in front of the desk and opened a vocabulary book, and watched a few episodes of English dramas while I was resting. . At about 5:20, she put on her woolen coat and ran to the hot bread in the third cafeteria.

When she sat down with the dinner plate, she saw Zhang Mingrui coming from a distance, with her mouth stuffed to eat, she could only wave her hand and point to the seat in front of her. Zhang Mingrui opened her mouth into an O shape when she saw the food she ordered: "You really... eat bread every night?"

"I just think it's delicious, I have to eat it several times a week. But I can't say when I will get bored."

He smiled.

"When you feel bored, remember to tell me."

"why?"

"Not why." Zhang Mingrui lowered his head to drink porridge seriously.

"By the way, why did you and Sheng Huainan skip class yesterday in the law instruction class? Aren't you going on a date?"

Luo Zhi raised his head and was considering whether to tell the truth, when the phone rang suddenly. She almost wanted to write a hymn to China Unicom. Every time she was in distress, her mobile phone would call empathetically. Isn't this the human-oriented technology?

It's mother. Luo Zhi bit the hot bread while seriously wrangling with his mother on the other end of the phone. When hanging up, Zhang Mingrui had already finished eating.

"You eat so fast?" Luo Zhi couldn't believe it.

"Is it because you call too slowly, OK?"

She was a little embarrassed, after all, it was not very polite to call someone for a long time, and she quickly took a few bites of bread and stuffed a few bites of spinach in her mouth to show her sincerity. Zhang Mingrui frowned and looked at her, reaching out and pressing down her chopsticks: "Come on, don't choke."

Luo Zhi ate slowly for a while, the person in front of him leaned back in the chair leisurely, with his hands behind his head, staring at her intently, which made her a little puzzled.

"Are you...not full?"

"Boom me away?" He glared at her angrily.

"It's not..." When she waved her hand, Zhang Mingrui had already put the plates and chopsticks into the plate and stood up.

"Fine, I'll go, I have to take out for our dormitory boss and Sheng Huainan, these two pigs."

Luo Zhi reached out to stop him and stopped in the air.

"Why doesn't he come out to eat by himself?" she said slowly.

"Who knows, it’s not right to get up since this morning. I stayed in the dormitory for a whole day of warcraft, and I am not afraid of dazzling. Our boss is more fierce and watched "The Legend of Double Dragon of the Tang Dynasty" in bed for a day. Fruit. I tell you, this is the downside of long-distance relationships. Without a girlfriend, they all become otaku..."

What Zhang Mingrui was still talking about, Luo Zhi couldn't hear it anymore, she bit the bread pie and said goodbye to Zhang Mingrui.

Didn't he say something is wrong with him?

There is a feeling of fullness in the chest, dull pain, but not particularly sad, hanging half-dead in the air. She took the dishes indiscriminately and went back to the dormitory. She put on the headphones and continued to watch the British TV series.

Before going to bed, Sheng Huainan did not send a message saying good night. She wanted to ask what's wrong, after thinking about it, she finally shut down.

Normal class started on Monday morning. In her world, Sheng Huainan slowly disappeared again. She tried to reach out and grab something, but in vain. All she can hold is text messages, but she can’t find a way to start with her thinking about it—she thought they were very close, but she had to admit that he wanted to get close to her and could easily come over and get her. A smile greeted him, but it was so difficult for her to catch him and pull him back—she hadn’t had the courage to do it for so many years, and she still does.

After the distance lay in front of him, after dispelling the dense sweet smoke a few days ago, she clearly saw that he was still in the distance with only one back.

Luo Zhi was able to meet Zhang Mingrui at the Third Canteen in the evening for three consecutive days, and he was also waiting in line for the bread pancakes just like himself. Luo Zhi never mentioned Sheng Huainan. She was worried about him, but she was also a little angry. She was even more frustrated at the fact that she was led by his nose, although she had been like this for a long time.

"By the way, Sheng Huainan has a cold. I don't know what's wrong in the past two days, don't speak, don't care about people, don't eat seriously, and are very sick... Well, you two... Actually, I never knew. Are you really...but..."

The opposite Zhang Mingrui struggled with his words, but Luo Zhi slowly put his eyes on the long line of casserole in the window.

Has he caught a cold...

A thought was planted and suppressed by her, but it came up while she was sitting in a teacher and doing homework. She felt uneasy in her heart. The densely packed characters in the original English book seemed to be garbled, and she couldn't enter it at all. She simply closed the book, cleaned up the tabletop, carried her schoolbag and rushed out the door.

Standing at the door of Jiahe Yipin, she suddenly understood Jiang Baili, whom she once despised in every possible way. Even though Jiang Baili seemed too stupid in the eyes of her outsider, even if Gobi treated her badly, even if she paid nothing in return, she was ridiculed, but at that time, she stood here so late holding the steamy stuff she bought for her sick boyfriend. Takeaway must be happy.

She only understands now. As happy and tragic as she is now.

Congee with preserved eggs and lean meat, sweet corn tortillas, and stir-fried kale. People who have a cold should eat lighter ones—Luo Zhi happily hugged the plastic bag in front of his chest, ran a few steps, suddenly leaned forward, his hands The bag flew out.

One of the floor tiles on the road was missing, and she happened to be stuck in it. The knee suddenly knelt on the ground and hit it hard. At first there was no response, but a slight numbness. After a few seconds, the piercing pain spread to the whole body along the knee. She lowered her head and endured it for a long time, but her tears were still ticking and falling to wet the floor tiles.

Not so fortunately...Is it disabled?

She couldn't move, even her back was stiff, but her legs were soft, she wanted to sit, but couldn't sit down, she could only kneel straight, barely supporting with her hands. I looked up and saw that the white bag was lying softly on the ground not far in front of me. The porridge box had already rolled out, the lid fell, and the porridge was spilled all over the floor, and it was steaming mockingly at this moment.

Luo Zhi smiled bitterly.

Which bitterness drama she played in such a way?

The place where I fell was a relatively secluded side street. It was still a bit popular during the day. After nine o'clock in the evening, except for the big Internet cafes with lights on, the other shops were already dark. She knelt filially all night here, and no one would notice her.

I don't know how long it took, Luo Zhi slowly moved the left knee that he had just fallen on. It was not as painful as he had imagined, and it was more sore. She moved a little bit in a weird posture, and finally changed from humiliating three kneelings and nine knocks to sitting on the floor, only to find that she had been spreading her five fingers firmly to support the cold floor tiles in the winter night, and now her hands were stiff and cold, and she curled up her fingers slightly. It hurts.

After a long time, she took a deep breath, stood up, slowly patted the dirt off her body, and walked back to Jiahe Yipin step by step.

The ardent mood that wanted to buy him a supper at the time has disappeared. Her heart is as erratic and desolate as the evening breeze. All her actions now are nothing but obsessions, a kind of pride to complete the scene even if no one is watching. Obsession.

The leading waiter was still the one just now, and she was taken aback when she saw her. Luo Zhi smiled bitterly at her and raised his hands: "I fell and it was all spilled."

The waiter was a pretty little girl. He smiled sympathetically when he heard her words, and gave her to the table by the door, and brought some menus and pencils for her to draw. After a while, she brought a glass of boiled water. Braving. Luo Zhi blew for a long time before taking a sip, and took the opportunity to smile and thank her when the waiter passed by her. After re-ordering the dishes, she slowly walked to the bathroom to tidy up. The person in the mirror was not very embarrassed, and the pants were not torn, as if the pain was a dream just now, there was no trace.

She is always like this, her internal injuries and external injuries are all invisible, as if seeing through Hong Chen invulnerable, causing Ding Shuijing and the others to be wronged in vain. She said that she didn't care and didn't want to explain, but the coachman was really rough and not rough. If someone stabbed herself one day because of the malicious misunderstanding, she wouldn't complain?

Can't figure it out. After a fall, she seemed to be ten years old. She hugged the porridge in her arms again and looked at the ground carefully, even more slowly.

When I got downstairs in the dormitory in Shenghuainan, I thought of the most important point-how do I send it up?

The few glances coming and going at the door of the boy's building have made her scalp numb. She hurriedly dialed Zhang Mingrui's phone, but no one answered it rang a lot. Damn it, Luo Zhi cursed him severely in his heart, and stood stupidly for a few more minutes, still afraid that the porridge would get cold, took out his mobile phone and made a call to their dormitory.

The dormitory phone number is naturally obtained from the senior sister. As for why she didn't call Sheng Huainan herself, she didn't know.

The one who answered the phone was an unfamiliar voice. She was relieved.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, is Sheng Huainan's dormitory?"

"Yes, yes, you wait—"

"Don't call him!" Luo Zhi yelled in a hurry, and was shocked by her aura on the other side of the phone. It took a long time to cautiously ask: "Woman, what do you...what do you do?"

Luo Zhi laughed angrily by him, but he didn't know what to say, took a deep breath, and thought it was better to speak straight. Quickly send the porridge away. She has soft legs and wants to go back to sleep.

"I'm his admirer. I heard that he had a cold, so I bought hot porridge, but I'm sorry to see him in person. If it's convenient for you, can you go downstairs and get me up? Trouble you."

Luo Zhi's voice was sweet, and he thought of the excitement on the phone, so he hurriedly agreed: "Sure, go downstairs right away!"

Thinking that the other party didn't recognize herself, Luo Zhi relaxed a lot. Looking at the sloppy and sloppy boys in slippers and pajamas coming out of the glass door, she smiled with crooked eyes, said hello and sent the plastic bag up.

"Beauty, let me first say yes. Our third child is so cute that everyone loves flowers. The admirers can pick up the dustpan and draw the Mark Six lottery directly. Your intention is good, and I hope you don’t get too much. High, otherwise it will be difficult to be sad in the end."

The other party's half-joking and half-serious remarks made Luo Zhi dumbfounded. She nodded and said, "Thank you, I see. Thank you."

The boss was a little surprised at her calmness and looked at her seriously: "What...what's your name?"

"Why are you asking? You can number it, and I will go back and wait for the draw."

A gust of wind slowly blows towards you, and it is still close to the belly of the hot porridge takeaway half a minute ago. She shivered and rubbed her hand on Yu Wen's surviving belly a few times.

She looked back at the brightly-lit male dormitory building and looked up at the starless night sky in Beijing, suddenly feeling that everything was boring.