Unrequited Love

Luo Zhi walked alone in the empty corridor, his footsteps sounded like a heartbeat, steady and lonely. When passing by a window sill, a ray of sunlight suddenly shone--as if the sky covered by gray clouds suddenly cracked.

The gods descended the same.

Luo Zhi raised his hand to cover his eyes. With a thought, he looked back at his shadow. On the brown marble floor, he silently pulled out a very long and simple trace. The other half was projected on the wall, turning shockingly. .

The pocket vibrated at this moment. She stretched out her hand, and it was Sheng Huainan's mobile phone, and the screen flashed "Ye Zhanyan Call".

Luo Zhi's first thought was actually to remember the text messages he saw in the playground that day. At that time, the display was still "Zhanyan" instead of "Ye Zhanyan".

The phone vibrated gently in his palm, and Luo Zhi couldn't help but think mockingly that he had actually begun to find a mental balance from this clue. When I turned my face, my hair fell into the collar of the down jacket and rubbed my neck, itchy and very comfortable. She held her arms, and the phone kept shaking in her arms.

Kneeling like a prince in the skating rink, helping her wear skates, remember to let her eat the lovely chocolate taste, check the train's arrival time and think about picking her up at Beijing Railway Station, a series of five bags of Lay’s potato chips, will go cold One of the first self-study teachers hopes to meet her by chance, and will put on her own down jacket in her sleep, fearing that she will catch a cold...

They are all small favors from Sheng Huainan. Because she was too happy, she expanded and expanded these little favors into love. In fact, she is all to blame.

From the first time they held hands, to his inexplicable alienation.

From the little queen of the cafe to the trip to Houhai, to the embarrassing rainy day.

After the New Year’s reception, she almost came to a real confession. Twenty-one hours later, she saw him and Ye Zhanyan standing in front of her like walking out of a fairy tale. All she could feel was the cold coin in her palm.

Xu Riqing could condemn it loudly, and he was so embarrassed that he still carried pride and joy. But she simply learned the lesson and bowed out.

Luo Zhi stepped forward into the shadows and continued to move forward, Ye Zhanyan's phone call stopped abruptly. After all, she still didn't have the will to fight and clarify. She thought of the coachman in Houhai. If you don't explain, don't entangle, is it true that you won't fall into that cause and effect? She was shaking with resentment for a moment. Man-made disasters from heaven easily smashed her carefully designed love. However, a second later, he was covered by a deep sense of exhaustion.

Luo Zhi quietly returned to the study room, Sheng Huainan was already sitting in it. His position was facing the door, and Luo Zhi could see it as soon as he entered, but he did not look up, just frowning and writing quickly, looking very focused.

In his first year of high school, Luo Zhi studied hard and wanted to compete with him. He stayed up all night to read, but he was not attentive most of the time. Now that I think about it, this is the gap. It's not just an IQ problem. Even in diligence, his density defeated her.

She made a circle before walking behind him, took off the down jacket, and hung it gently on the back of the chair. Only then did Sheng Huainan awakened and turned around, and saw that it was her, and said softly, "You are back."

Luo Zhi lowered his head and carefully tucked the hem of his sleeve into his pocket to prevent it from being dragged to the ground. Without looking at him, he nodded and said, "Thank you. You have missed a call just now."

She returned to her seat, put the book on her lap and looked down, her head down. Sheng Huainan took out the phone and read it, put it back in his pocket, looked at her in silence for a long time, as if he wanted to say something, finally sighed and turned around to continue reading.

Luo Zhi smiled unconsciously, raised his head to look at him when he turned around and started studying again.

He was wearing the dark gray shirt that was supposed to be a pair of him. That day she wore a dark gray shirt and walked up to him coyly, and she thought with joy that all the small and fragmented conversations along the Houhai embankment were the pebbles laid on the road of happiness. She finally stopped following the same steps, and finally stood shoulder to shoulder with him. .

At this moment, that person is by his side.

He was leaning on the table, she was leaning on the back of the chair, which was a certain distance behind the table, so when viewed from this angle, she was still looking at his left back. They are sitting right next to the window. Even if the winter sun is no temperature, it still maintains a dazzling and dazzling luster. The thin white gauze curtains filter the sun, and the light is condensed to reduce the direct arrogance and diffuse softly. indoor. However, the curtain was not tightened, and a center seam was still exposed, and a thin line of sunlight slashed down diagonally, just connecting Sheng Huainan and Luo Zhi behind him diagonally to the left.

Above his head, you can see the floating dust flying in the air.

Sheng Huainan is a light.

Luo Zhi thought of himself in high school. Before the exam, everyone was saying that they couldn't finish the book, and driving the night car assault, only she could flip through the textbook to browse the main points and main lines. However, in normal times, she worked too hard, like a string that was too tight, as if she could hear the swish of a sharp arrow with a light touch. Many people ignore her—that kind of ignorance is different from ignoring Zhang Min. Everyone’s ignorance of Zhang Min has a bit of cheap sympathy and disdain, but to Luo Zhi, that kind of ignorance has a slight hostility and dissatisfaction.

Stereotypes are like wired games. Excellent and arrogant, shabby and pathetic. Everyone sees from a distance, and there is no need for a brain to see from a distance. But compared to her lack of understanding of convergence, what makes Sheng Huainan brilliant without burning others?

Luo Zhi looked at the white gauze curtain and suddenly understood. His appearance is like a beautiful lily-shaped floor lamp, with a frosted white lampshade that breaks all the sharpness.

The sharp light hits the surface of the water, raising a little warmth. The undercurrent is moving, and the people under the water look up and see a swaying brilliance, and will not ask how hot the sun is.

Sheng Huainan under the sun left Luo Zhi with such a bewildering profile, perfect jaw line, upright and stretched shoulders and back, focused posture, and even the rustle under the pen tip was unique.

It is a pity that she is not a person who stays underwater. Like many girls who are frustrated by him, she is a person struggling to float to the surface to watch the sun, and a person who raises his head and knows nothing about life or death. Because of looking up, the sun is so dazzling, so dazzling that I am blinded by the blindness.

Is the burned youth also worthy of pride?

While she was staring at his back thoughtfully, Sheng Huainan suddenly turned his head to look at her without warning.

Luo Zhi's eyes did not dodge a trace. If the eyes can really speak, then she has told him everything in the most peaceful way. She and him have looked at each other many times, and she was silent when chatting, and her eyes turned to blush and turned her head; or on a rainy day, she was wearing a pink HelloKitty raincoat, her eyes blurred, and her chest was resentful; or it was that early winter In the cold night, under the orange light, she was stung by his pitying eyes.

It seems different this time.

He owes her a good heart, so he can't read it. She has followed him countless times in the morning and dark corridors with interlaced light and shadow, and imagined countless times that if he turned around at this moment, would she suddenly reveal her heart and run away?

I vaguely remember that the first time he looked back, it was when the persimmon fell. She did run away, her high school expectations were so self-aware.

Today, however, she did not run away, and she did not even shift her gaze even by one point.

How many times did you fantasize this scene in high school? Every time she saw him in high school, she would write down so seriously in her diary, scene description, action description, expression and language description, plus her own psychological description... However.

However, the new diary on the bookshelf still has only one diary today, an unfinished diary, describing the moment when a persimmon fell. She never keeps a diary anymore, nor will she run away under his gaze.

In the middle of such a transformation, how many exhausting expectations and loss, shame and anger have been experienced, the whole heart is pulled to the original state.

Luo Zhi suddenly had no interest in caring about the whereabouts of the diary. Once the feelings have changed, it is better to be carried away by the torrent of time. If you hold it in your arms, you can't make wine or get drunk.

Let it go.

The waves in Sheng Huainan's eyes were turbulent, and he seemed to have a lot to say, but Luo Zhi suddenly lost the interest in listening and inquiring.

They have never been so close, and never so far.

Luo Zhi closed the book in his hand, stuffed the pillow and pencil case into the school bag one by one, and put on his coat.

"Luo Zhi, you..." She saw him move his lips with difficulty, and the sun hit the back of his head, and the fine hairs on the edges of his ears were clearly visible. She smiled suddenly, stepped forward, leaned down, tilted her head and gently pecked on his lips without hesitation.

The kiss was too hurried and dry, but it didn't feel at all. But the eyelashes of his left eye brushed to her eyelids, and it was a little itchy. And his eyes widened because of surprise. The moment she leaned over, she saw her reflection in his pupils instantly zoomed in and enlarged, and she was caught off guard.

She picked up her schoolbag.

"Goodbye, Your Majesty the Emperor."

All her best years were spread out in his details, but when she said goodbye, she didn't raise her head to take a good look at him.

Not because of Ding Shuijing's frame, not because Ye Zhanyan carried his arm.

Misunderstanding is actually the most trivial obstacle. There is no misunderstanding between them, because they have never understood each other.

In the headphones, Huang Yaoming sang softly "Please kiss gently to prove that this is not a passerby".

Passers-by have been kissed.