Unrequited Love

Luo Zhi gently raised his sleeves and sniffed it, unsurprisingly contaminated with the smell of oil fume from the third canteen.

However, the boy next to him, after taking off the down jacket he had been wearing in the cafeteria, revealed the dark gray shirt inside. When he sat down, there was a slight breeze, and he still smelled of fragrant washing powder.

Why.

He wrote on the paper with a silver-white pen, making a pleasant rustling, a trance-like rustling.

She lowered her head and pursed her lips and smiled, took out her headphones and put them on.

Luo Zhi stared at the Ma Yuan textbook in his hand, his eyes focused on only one character, and the surrounding characters began to spin around the character, slowly becoming a whirlpool.

Sleepy.

Even though she knew that she was prone to bloating when she was lying on the table just after eating, she leaned over and took out the beige elephant pillow from the schoolbag on the ground and threw it on the table. The other three people were surprised at the pillow that appeared on the table like magic. Luo Zhi took two deep breaths habitually, rubbed his stomach, then closed his eyes slightly and fell down comfortably.

She smashed directly onto the table, and when her cheekbones were in contact with the tabletop, there was a loud noise, and half of the people in the study room looked back in her direction. Luo Zhi didn't scream, but pressed his cheeks with his hands, tears rolling in his eyes with pain.

She raised her head and stared fiercely at Zhang Mingrui who was sitting across the table.

Zhang Mingrui held an elephant pillow in his hand and opened his mouth into an "O" shape, looking at her in surprise. Luo Zhi did not speak for a long time, so she could only lower her head and hold her cheekbones to relieve the pain. When the tears slowly returned to her place, she slowly raised her head again, and gnashing her teeth softly asked: "You, do you want to die?"

Zhang Mingrui smiled like a seven or eight-year-old kid who succeeded in a prank.

Seven or eight years old, dogs hate it.

Luo Zhi stood up quickly, leaned forward and pulled the pillow back, pressed it on the table, and the person on the opposite side barked his teeth, then buried himself face down in the beige dream.

When she sleeps, she likes to hug the pillow with her hands and face to the right. Less than two seconds after closing her eyes, she felt a fever on her face.

He sits on the right.

Even though he might not look at her at all, she could feel the line of sight shot at her through the eyelids. She frowned and quickly turned her face to the left, leaving only the back of her head.

Luo Zhi gradually fell into a dream and heard the sound of the opposite chair being moved in a daze, as if someone had left the desk. When she got up sleepily, there was no one in the opposite position. Zhang Mingrui and Xu Riqing were gone. There were only two piles of books and a few scratch papers on the table, as well as seven or eight messy pens.

She glanced to the right, Sheng Huainan was not there, the silver-white pen had not been capped, and the reflected sunlight dazzled her eyes. She turned her head away, and the clothes on her shoulders slipped down.

She then realized that she was actually wearing Sheng Huainan's black, white and gray down jacket, which took most of the temperature away when she slipped down. She shivered, quickly pulled up her clothes, and carefully put her arms into her sleeves to put them on. The wide down jacket surrounded her, with an unspeakable warmth.

Luo Zhi suddenly remembered something, raised his sleeves carefully, sniffed, and then smiled contentedly. It really smelled like oily smoke.

In fact, they are all the same.

She put her cheeks on the pillow, embraced her with her hands, and warmed herself with the temperature of the down jacket. A corner of his chest became soft, but it was only a moment.

Luo Zhi reached out to help Sheng Huainan put on his pen cap, then stood up, grabbed the phone and wallet on the table, and planned to wake up in a place with fresh air. When she put her hand into the pocket of the down jacket, she accidentally bumped into a hard object inside and took a look at it. It was a brown leather wallet. Luo Zhi tapped the leather with her fingertips twice, and remembered the photo of Chen Mohan in Jiang Baili's wallet. She couldn't help but wonder if there was also a picture of a person in it?

She didn't open it, put it back again.

Hands in their pockets. On New Year's Day, Ye Zhanyan also put his hand in this pocket to keep warm.

She rubbed her numb cheeks, feeling a lot of gas in her stomach, she wanted to hiccup but couldn't get it out. The cold breath of the corridor made her shiver slightly.

Outside the window is a grayish white landscape. Luo Zhi's impression of Beijing does not have red walls or green tiles, nor does it have the squareness and weight. The area where P is located is the most embarrassing area in the city. The old ones have been destroyed and the new ones have not been built. Everything is covered in gray coats, carrying gray air. The dim colors seem to be smeared with fallen leaves and dead branches, and occasionally a cold wind rolls with dust and waste paper, giving the picture a little pitiful movement.

Luo Zhi looked up and found that he had circled several times and reached the science and technology library on the second floor. She knew that there was not much she could understand this kind of work, except for the "Hundred Thousand Whys" in it. She was about to move away when she suddenly heard a slight sob.

The corridor was empty, and there was only a dozing staff at the door of the library lying on the lacquered wooden table in the lending office. She looked around and saw a red figure at the top of the stairs on the right. Luo Zhi moved over a little bit and raised his head—Xu Riqing was sitting on the steps leading to the third floor from the second floor, with his head on his knees, unable to see his face. Through the railing, she could still see a pair of shoes standing on the step leading to the third floor, with a big white check mark on the side.

Zhang Mingrui and Xu Riqing.

Xu Riqing tried to suppress it, but there were still faint cries coming over. Luo Zhi stepped back and walked away gently.

A hoarse and nasal question came suddenly from behind: "You are revenge on me. I want to apologize to you, but I feel embarrassed to mention the incident again, so I assume that nothing happened with you. Yes. Actually you are retaliating against me, right?"

"I really don't."

"you have!"

"Listen to me..."

"I don't listen!"

Luo Zhi almost laughed out of place, and couldn't help but stop.

"Actually, I know," Xu Riqing's voice echoed faintly in the corridor, "On Christmas Day, we will go to 798 together. Someone in your dormitory told me that as soon as you went back, they were escorted into the house. Forcing you to talk about progress with me, but you say that we are just friends."

"You said, you like others." Xu Riqing said slowly.

Zhang Mingrui was silent, Luo Zhi waited for a long time, but did not hear his response.

"I wanted to ask you a long time ago, but I always feel that it is really embarrassing to ask. What if, what if you talk nonsense because you are embarrassed, what if... so much hurt feelings."

Most of the mistakes in the world, in fact, can be said clearly at the beginning, not unavoidable, and it is not good luck. What is blocking it is mutual self-esteem and so-called consideration. Luo Zhi sighed lightly.

"Actually I guessed it," Xu Riqing sneered, "Actually you like—"

"I thought you could eat a bite and grow a wiser. You are enough."

Zhang Mingrui's cold and simple voice surprised Luo Zhi who was listening with his arms against the wall. She knew that she had actually underestimated Zhang Mingrui. Sheng Huainan was a ray of light, and it just shadowed everything around him, such as Zhang Mingrui. In Luo Zhi's life, he appeared as a simple big boy who loves to silly smile and blush, always strangles but often clumsy mouth. However, at the entrance of the newsstand today, he took a sentence with a very natural attitude, alleviating the embarrassment of the three people, and Luo Zhi began to face him squarely.

Faced with the results, she was disturbed.

"Why don't I know that enough is enough? If I don't know that enough is enough, why should I turn around? To truly love someone, I don’t even have a few months of patience, I can’t even wait for it? Well, I really don’t have the right to let you wait, but Why are you with me every day? I ask you to study and eat, why don't you refuse? You dare to say that you are so ambiguous that you are not trying to avenge me or giving me a false impression? What is the difference between you and him?"

Xu Riqing's voice was hollow and bleak, so loud that there was almost no need to overhear. In front of Luo Zhi's eyes, a beautiful face that was crying helpless in the cafe that day appeared. She glanced at her side with some worry. The administrator of the library actually snored, and after one sound, the fat on her face was drooping and stacked on the table in two layers.

She thinks she will never forget this funny and sad scene in her life.

Zhang Mingrui laughed, as if Xu Riqing had said a cold joke. But even after seeing his smile so many times, Luo Zhi couldn't figure out what his expression looked like at the moment.

"It’s you who came to tell me that the old things are not mentioned, everyone is still good friends-when you liked Sheng Huainan, you and I often studied and ate together as often as you do now, so now it seems that I didn’t play with you. Ambiguous? As for you said to wait... Then I ask you, if Sheng Huainan turns around now, would you accept him?"

"No, I won't. I'll wait for someone to look back, and some people I won't. I'm not a person who doesn't have a long memory."

"Yes, I am not a person who does not have a long memory." Zhang Mingrui chuckled softly.

Luo Zhi lowered his head, and the shadow cast by the long bangs covered his eyes.

"You hate me so? You can't even do it with friends? Do you want to get revenge on me?"

"It's totally acceptable to be a friend. I'm actually doing this. I didn't retaliate against you. I just rejected a person I don't like normally. You think too much."

Luo Zhi sighed, Xu Riqing was not an opponent at all. Regardless of eloquence or momentum, liking someone who doesn't like you, and arguing about love with you, is simply seeking death.

She pulled her legs away and finally heard Zhang Mingrui's gentle and indifferent sentence: "I won't play ambiguously with you. Starting today, let's assume that you don't know each other."

Luo Zhi closed his eyes and still remembered the scene in front of the newsstand: Zhang Mingrui helped Xu Riqing hold the magazine, Xu Riqing put his hands in his pockets, and smiled sheepishly in front of Luo Zhi. Qi Liu Haier was blown up and down by the cold winter wind. , Like a swagger skirt.

Can't Zhang Mingrui really tell?

At that time, Xu Riqing thanked him for a long, long time, and whispered: "You are always so good to me." And he smiled and said: "Tsk tusk, your reaction is really slow."

A joke, but missed thousands of miles.

"If you shed tears when you missed the sun, then you will also miss the stars." Tagore always said something that seemed warm but cruel.

Most smiles abuse people's hearts, such as Zhang Mingrui and Sheng Huainan.