Unrequited Love

Luo Zhi only needed one step before returning to his own shell.

She didn't even go to a teacher anymore, and the weather outside the window was cold. It's better to save those journeys, stay in a heated dormitory, and only go out when taking a shower and eating. Jiang Baili didn't even bother to get out of bed for a few days. In addition to taking a bath and going to the toilet, Luo Zhi brought back lunch and dinner, while breakfast was omitted directly after going to bed.

For some reason, Belle hasn't turned on for two or three days. As a result, the phone in the dormitory rang frequently. Luo Zhi answered. The phone was always Gobi, but she always answered Belle’s instructions: "Sorry, Belle is not there."

"It's a good method, finally it's anti-customer." Luo Zhi put down the receiver again and smiled while pressing the calculator.

Belle turned over on the bed, the pages of the book whistling, "Actually...I don't know what I want to do like this."

Luo Zhi's index finger hovered above the multiplier for a while and fell bluntly.

She remembered that the night before Ma Yuan's exam, she was walking along the path to the dormitory building with the kettle, and suddenly heard Jiang Baili's voice under the tree.

"Really no thanks."

So Luo Zhi went around a big circle immorally and sneaked into the back of the bench under the tree, and looked at the backs of the two people on the bench.

"The book is for you, I'm going back."

"Belle...I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry for what's worthy of you. Take the exam tomorrow. Although your high school politics test is always very good, let's just look at the scope of review."

"You always... treat me so well."

Luo Zhi sighed softly, and the conversation began to develop in the direction of misery.

"Because I love you."

Jiang Baili said lightly and calmly, as if saying "because we are good buddies".

"So, you don't have to be worthy of me, I love you, and you will naturally treat you well, and you don't have to be so ashamed of me because of my favor. To put it bluntly, I am happy. Just like you love Chen Mohan, you can wait She hasn't complained for so many years. The truth is the same. When I don't love it, it will be over. You don't have to worry about it."

Luo Zhi moved in his heart, almost applauding this passage. After thinking of myself, I felt deeply lost to Belle. She used to wait for the untold affection and the long-awaited, all she was willing to, and now she is out of balance and wants to seek justice from Sheng Huainan-he is relying on this feeling to despise her, but It was not just me who sent her over to make people ridicule.

Willing to bet.

Jiang Baili's frustrated thoughts because of the library's farewell were quietly resolved.

She asked Xu Riqing if she couldn't swallow it.

When watching, everyone is a wise man. Luo Zhi closed his eyes, stroked his heart lightly, and sighed.

It's easier said than done.

But time will make her confess her fate, which is not a kind of rescue.

"Actually... I think Mo Han has changed." Gobi's voice was vague and unassuming. Luo Zhi gently kicked the protruding tree root on the ground with his toe.

"She hasn't changed a bit, she was like that in high school," Belle said frankly, "but now she takes care of you, that's it."

Belle stood up, and under the street light, Luo Zhi could see that even if the other party’s tone was relaxed and calm, he was still fully armed and ready for battle. Compared with the way she wears so-so every day, Jiang Baili should be In order to see Gobi deliberately modified and put on makeup.

"I'm leaving. I have trouble in the future. If I can help you, I must try my best. After all, Mohan School is too far away from us."

Luo Zhi couldn't help but chuckle, Jiang Baili's gentle knife saw blood.

Carrying the water bottle, she passed the Gobi, who was sitting alone on the bench in a daze, and glanced at it, but found that the handsome face was indeed confused.

Later she found out that because she really couldn't borrow the book, Belle copied her Ma Yuan textbook page by page, and even made a lot of notes on it, gave him the key points, and also gave him a stack of BBS. Download the outline.

Luo Zhi thought, turning his head to look at Jiang Baili, who was lying on the bed unkempt, and couldn't help wondering whether this woman was getting higher and higher, or was it hard to extricate herself under the banner of revenge?

"Well...Will the proof of the central limit theorem be tested?" Belle was a little guilty of being stared at by Luo Zhi, and quickly changed the subject.

"Test." Luo Zhi nodded, and the bed suddenly yelled.

On the day the final exam finally ended, Jiang Baili successfully blackmailed Luo Zhi's dinner.

The last one is the statistics exam. Luo Zhi once said in a reserved and tactful manner that his statistics are still trustworthy. Jiang Baili also relied on her invincible vision of 5.3 in both eyes to take Luo Zhi's papers from the back row of the lecture hall to be creative and very hidden. Sexually copied it. In order to create the illusion that she is indeed original, she wrote the answer sheet full, and many calculation steps that are not meaningful at all have been expanded happily.

Until Luo Zhi found out that he had done a big calculation problem wrong.

At the moment when she bravely struck a stroke from the left to the bottom right, she heard the loud noise of an unknown object behind it hitting the table.

After the exam, Jiang Baili covered her head and said, “You’re stupid, you have to pay.” Luo Zhi nodded, “Well, it’s my fault. It shouldn’t make your IQ worse. Let’s go to dinner at night.”

Jiang Baili nodded joyfully, and then began to hesitate.

"Why, no time?"

"It's not..." She zips up her schoolbag and slams her back. "Isn't it the last day of the exam today, and then she said she would celebrate."

Luo Zhi couldn't accept this vague reply without even the subject: "Say it? With whom?"

"A group of... high school classmates. It is scheduled to be at Ximen at 5:30, and there is still half an hour. I will leave first, and go back to put my schoolbag. Uh, uh, tomorrow night, tomorrow night to have dinner together, say yes!"

After she finished speaking, she ran away, leaving Luo Zhi to stand alone in front of the crowded teaching building.

A group of high school classmates.

She sighed, knowing it in her heart, reluctantly kicking the small stone half-covered by Can Xue.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and the sender's column actually showed Xu Riqing.

"Have you finished the exam? There will be an old book market in Ditan Park tomorrow. Would you like to go see it together?"

Luo Zhi was a little surprised, "Okay, what time?"

"I've checked the route. How about I'll find you at the door of your dormitory at ten o'clock tomorrow morning?"

"no problem."

When she pressed the hold button of her mobile phone, her left shoulder was bumped. A boy who rushed out in a hurry, ran back and smiled at her embarrassedly. His right hand was half raised in front of him to apologize, and disappeared.

The silly smile looked like a person's profile. Just last night, at the Third Canteen, she met Zhang Mingrui. The library hadn’t seen each other for more than a week after leaving the library. They were still laughing and joking. From the snowstorm and freezing rain to the final exam, they condemned the abnormal test questions together and satirized the increasingly unreliable dishes in the cafeteria...

Luo Zhi could hardly remember what they had said. In the pleasant and relaxed conversation, both of them cleverly bypassed all sensitive and embarrassing topics. She discovered that Zhang Mingrui was actually a very good person in co-production with others.

Will it be too slow now?

When walking out of the canteen, Luo Zhi brought Jiang Baili a fish-flavored eggplant rice bowl, shook his head and said, "I'm tired of her eating this every day."

Zhang Mingrui smiled and said, "When you are completely bored with the bread and bread and the third canteen, and don't want to come, please remember to tell me."

"Huh?" Luo Zhi raised his head, "Why did you tell you specifically? And I remember that you have told me many times."

"Not why." Zhang Mingrui waved his hand, picked up his schoolbag and headed towards the library.

Luo Zhi fiddled with his mobile phone while remembering. Xu Riqing only dated herself twice, and she hoped that it would not be for the boys twice—then both of them would become very pitiful.

At 10:30 in the evening, Luo Zhi was sitting at the table and took out the mask from the bag and spread it out. Before he started to stick it on his face, the door was suddenly opened. She was startled, her hands stopped in the air, and the essence slowly flowed down her wrists to her elbows.

Jiang Baili's eyes were red, but the expression on her face was mixed with joy and sorrow, not utter anger or sadness. Luo Zhi gaped, wondering whether to ask her "what's wrong with you".

However, the other party just threw down his coat, kicked off his shoes, climbed to the upper bunk as usual, buried his head deep in the quilt, and whimpered, "Luo Zhi, help me watch. I only cry for ten minutes."

This scene seems to have not been staged for a long time, Luo Zhi sighed and said okay, then turned around and chose a song from the iTunes playlist.

The high and ethereal melody of the Scottish bagpipe flowed through the room. Luo Zhi was in a daze. She used this CD to cover Ye Zhanyan's happiest class of overwhelming whispers, and now she uses this tolerant voice to cover Jiang Baili's sobbing.

The next day, she went out at 9:50, Belle was still sleeping soundly in the upper bunk. When he saw Xu Riqing who had also arrived early at the gate of the building, Luo Zhi felt that his eyes suddenly lit up. Among the girls she knew, only Xu Riqing could wear red so bright and full of life.

In all fairness, Luo Zhi really likes Xu Riqing very much. She has always had a good impression of beautiful girls, not to mention that Xu Riqing is not only beautiful.

When the other party met, he took his arms intimately, which made Luo Zhi, who had almost never walked side by side with a girl holding a hand or carrying his arm, stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed, enjoying the warmth brought by the other party. .

It has been nearly two years since studying in Beijing, but Luo Zhi did not show much interest in this prosperous, modern, and old-fashioned city. Perhaps because of the invitation from the Ditan Old Book Market, she went back to the Chinese class in the first year of high school when she was dreaming last night. The acne-looking intern teacher is doing the final debriefing class, presenting an excerpt from Shi Tiesheng's "I and the Temple of Earth".

The trainee teacher read the text aloud with eloquence, and then used his lackluster eloquence to inspire everyone to talk about their mother. Luo Zhi's dreams have always been magnificent and bizarre, but this time the picture is as light as an ink painting, as if a scoop of water dilutes the memory, just re-scribing it plainly.

In the dream, Ye Zhanyan was speaking about her mother who died young. My mother left her because of a medical accident, and before she died, she told her to listen to her father-the beautiful girl cried like she was about to melt, and she also infected the girls around her to tears.

In sensational talent shows, contestants often talk about their parents with background music under the guidance of the host, expressing gratitude, and shed tears at the same time. The audience may be infected with tears, or they may turn their faces because they are in a bad mood and say that it is good or fake. Luo Zhi knew that when most people mentioned their parents in public, they would not be able to control the sluice gates on their tear ducts, even if they were cold-faced with their mothers and talked not speculatively. When talking about the word "maternal love", it would still be like a flood. .

She understands, but she doesn't understand why.

"I and the Temple of Earth", Luo Zhi remembers this article clearly, an excerpt from the textbook

After reading the second chapter, she felt emotional, so she bought a lot of Shi Tiesheng's essays for this purpose. I originally thought that this prose about my mother interacted with the soaring air humidity in the classroom, and it would remind myself of a hard mother and hard time, and then shed salty tears along with it. But strangely, her eyes were dry from start to finish. The fuzzy images of childhood gradually became clear, and the silhouette of the mother seemed to be a silent documentary, edited by the cruel life to be completely emotional.

Luo Zhi's mother had beaten her, shaped her, and let her see how helpless and sad behind love. No mother is perfect, they were also girls, they were confused and tempted, and they would not suddenly become incomparably correct just because they were promoted to mothers.

She grows up in life with her and spends those cold times together.

Luo Zhi lay on the desk listening to everyone's cries, and imagined Shi Tie sitting in a wheelchair to escape from the world on his birthday, looking at the collapse in front of him, searching for the meaning of life-what is that? this sense?

Naturally, this feeling will not be understood by the children in their prime years, including her. They are complete, healthy, dreaming, and being carried to the future by the river of life-how can they understand?

In the whole article, the only thing that these girls can empathize with is maternal love.

After she looked around indifferently and examined every crying girl, she suddenly felt Ye Zhanyan's calm gaze. In addition to calmness in those beautiful eyes, it was as if the few tears on his cheeks that had not yet been wiped were precious eye drops accidentally spilled.

She raised her eyebrows at the time, and there should be some inquiries in her eyes, and she even felt a little guilty because of her indifference being discovered by the other party. However, Ye Zhanyan did not respond. He turned his head without a trace and stared at the trainee teacher who was constantly inciting everyone's emotions in front of the podium with an emotional tone. His expression instantly loosened, and tears appeared in his eyes again.

Dreaming of this scene again, Luo Zhi realized that she thought that her peaceful life was always surrounded by deep and shallow shadows. They might be intertwined into some kind of pictures, suggesting certain content, but she was too focused on her own world. I found nothing.

Maybe she has fallen into the cause and effect they set for her.