Unrequited Love

Luo Zhi finished two books, a total of eight sets of Cambridge papers, in one day. He was dizzy. In the evening, he got dressed and planned to return to the library. After not going out for a long time, the moment I stepped out of the dormitory, I was a bit nervous.

Belle yelled to her from behind: "wear more, the sun is set, you still have a fever, it's cold outside."

Luo Zhi smiled: "The sun has gone down? You are really like a village woman."

Belle rolled her eyes: "Hurry up and look in the mirror, yo, this smile is... pale and weak, and a little reluctant, so pitiful."

Luo Zhiyi looked in the mirror. In fact, she saw it when she got up to wash her face. She lost weight once a week, her chin was pointed, and her face was so pale.

Not promising. She tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"By the way, if you can go downstairs, you can pick Zhang Mingrui downstairs by yourself tonight. I guess he must be very happy to see you!"

"I texted him and told him that I would go to dinner by myself when I was ill. He won't be here today."

"What, cut," Belle curled her lips and asked cautiously, "Luo Zhi, you and the one named Sheng Huainan... are you sick because of him?"

After hearing this, Luo Zhi froze for a while, then raised his head to look at the ceiling, and said seriously and slowly: "I think...the main reason is temperature and virus..."

Jiang Baili's pillow flew directly to the back of her head.

The moment she went out, she heard Belle say quietly that the feng shui in our dormitory was too bad.

She took a few steps out of the building with the book, and unexpectedly saw Sheng Huainan on the small road. Luo Zhi raised his head in surprise for a moment to look at the branches of the persimmon tree-there were no persimmons, not even a single leaf.

Sheng Huainan also raised her head along with her movements, only to see a gray sky divided by dead branches.

"There are... planes?" he asked hesitantly.

Luo Zhi laughed out loud. Such encounters and opening remarks made her wonder for a moment that the previous continuous autumn rain and cold night wind were just a dream in her illness.

"I actually rarely saw you since I was in college, but I remember it very clearly. I ran into you here one afternoon just after school started. At that time, I was hit by a persimmon."

She was a little lost, her tone of voice was calm, and her eyes passed through Sheng Huainan, but she never returned to the sunny afternoon that was less than a few months ago.

With the expression of "So you don't like to eat fat" again, he smiled gently and said, "That girl is you."

Luo Zhi nodded: "I'm sorry, I'm leaving now."

"Luo Zhi, are you...well?"

She was stunned when she heard the words: "Oh."

Sheng Huainan looked at her with forbearance of guilt and gentleness, Luo Zhi was puzzled and shook his head without thinking.

"It's cold outside, so it's better to go out less, and take care of the illness thoroughly."

"I'm going to the library to return the book." She raised the Cambridge real question in her hand, "I see, thank you."

"Are you going to take the IELTS?"

"Yes, Saturday in Beiyu."

"With such a dumb voice, what should I do when I take the oral test?"

"It's not an exam announcer, it doesn't matter if the pronunciation is clear."

"Then... come on." Sheng Huainan smiled, slightly embarrassed.

Luo Zhi suddenly remembered that some things had not been processed yet.

"Oh, by the way, are you in a hurry? Can you wait for me for a minute? I just happened to meet you and I will return things."

"what?"

"Raincoat." Luo Zhi's tone had no special meaning. Sheng Huainan raised her eyebrows and looked at her deeply, and she also welcomed her gaze calmly: "Wait, I will come down right away."

"Put the book here, I'll hold it for you, so that you don't have to toss about it again, run slowly, and be careful of coughing."

Luo Zhi frowned unabashedly and glanced at him, nodded and said "thank you", put the book in Sheng Huainan's hand, ran a few steps and swiped in the door.

Sheng Huainan flipped through the book in his hand, but there was no Luo Zhi's handwriting on it. A few pages of crooked and crooked ink handwriting, at first glance, are those of a boy borrowed before. Only the last page was bumpy to the touch, as if it was being written by the owner, and the brush strokes were printed on the book too hard. When he was idle, he tried to identify the words on the thin light, but he couldn't tell.

Looking at the door of the female dormitory building, he unloaded the schoolbag on his back, took out a mechanical pencil, and lightly painted a few times on the page, and the indented white part emerged from the lead gray background.

"Asshole".

He gaped for a long time, laughed blankly, and closed the book obediently.

Luo Zhi walked down and handed him a translucent bag, vaguely seeing the pink raincoat inside.

"Wash and dry."

"thank you."

"I thank you. Then I'm leaving."

"That night, I asked you about whether you liked me or not..."

She had already walked out a distance, turned back when she heard it, and looked at him plainly.

"Well, I like you, what's the matter?" She couldn't hide the excitement and impatience in her tone.

Sheng Huainan Liang said slowly: "Maybe I was wrong, sorry."

"I really can't bear it anymore," Luo Zhi smiled. "The first time you apologized for Zhang Mingrui liking me, the second time you apologized for not knowing me in high school, and the third time you apologized for me liking you-your view of right and wrong is really special. ."

Sheng Huainan did not respond.

Luo Zhi originally wanted to leave, but he tried to suppress his emotionally trembling shoulders, and said to him in a calm and slow tone: "I don't know if what you did to me before was because of something happened or because of you. Psychological abnormality. If there is a cause, I wanted to ask you why, but you don’t even ask me a single sentence, just..."

She paused and smiled reluctantly: "Hehe, speaking of it, you didn't do anything to me, did you? Didn't say anything too much, didn't beat me or scold me, it just made me feel uncomfortable. , My heart hurts-it's just a feeling."

Luo Zhi finished speaking, put away his smile, and looked at him seriously: "Love is just a feeling."

Sheng Huainan moved his lips to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"You don't seem to be going to tell me why, and I won't ask. I only said one thing. I may have lied, but these lies just helped me maintain an illusion and balance. I have never, never, done anything morally. There are things that are ashamed of others, nothing." She said one sentence after another, like the defendant's summary statement.

Behind him, I heard Sheng Huainan say softly: "Actually, I really don't want to believe you."

After returning the book, she realized that she was so hungry that she had a stomachache. She rushed into the third canteen near six o'clock, but she had already missed the bread-only one pot was baked at night, and now there is not one left. She only bought a bowl of porridge, thought about it, and bought boiled beef, spicy chicken and Mala Tang like a puff. Although her voice was not good and her nose was clogged, her mouth was still tasteless.

She needs stimulation.

Not long after sitting down, I saw Zhang Mingrui happily rushing to her side with a tray and sitting down.

"How are you..."

"Don't you mean to eat at night? I guess you will come to buy bread and biscuits. I didn't see you when I was in line. Then I sat near the window and waited for a long time. I didn't think it would be sold out. I was afraid that you could not eat it. , I turned back and bought two more, but now they are all cold. I will ask the master to help you heat it up."

Luo Zhi opened his mouth, his nose was sour before he said.

"Thank you." She was buried in the steaming white mist of white porridge, not wanting him to see her embarrassed expression. Unexpectedly, the next second Zhang Mingrui stretched out her index finger and screamed:

"No, Luo Zhi, how did you become such a virtue? You are thinner than a yellow flower. Tsk tsk, have you not taken a shower for a week?"

She raised her head and gave him a vicious look, put a mouthful of boiled beef into her mouth, unexpectedly biting the pepper, her tongue was so numb that she couldn't taste anything.

"Your uncle," she said vaguely.