Secret Love · Orange Raw Huainan

Chapter 33 The Bystander's Youth
She was sitting at the desk that afternoon, a few locks of hair on her forehead were wet by the rain, and they were stuck to her eyes limply, and she couldn't get them out no matter what.Emotions swim back and forth under the skin, anger, grievance, incomprehension, sadness, if you don't pay attention, they will surface, but she ignores them.Luo Zhi opened Agatha's autobiography and saw until it was eight o'clock in the evening. Then she started to do statistical homework, then washed the clothes, then cleaned the room, and then turned off the lights to sleep. She fell asleep very quickly without dreaming. The next morning, I went to self-study in a refreshing manner.

She is often moved by some small details, but when something big happens, she is indifferent.It's as if there is another stronger Luo Zhi in the depths of the soul, usually lurking, allowing her to occupy the body, weak and mischievous, but at critical moments, without a word, he will take over the body, lead the soul, and leave the sensitive and worrying her aside .

After reading until 11:30, her eyes hurt a little. After washing, she lay on the bed and tried to fall asleep.

Maybe it was because he drank too much coffee during the day to improve efficiency. Luo Zhi couldn't fall asleep, so he pulled out the shuffle (an MP3 player from Apple) and started listening, only to find that he had only stored the text of New Concept 4, and had nothing else to listen to.

She can't listen to New Concept 4, she'll go crazy.

Belle hasn't come back yet.She thought about it over and over again, and suddenly remembered the scene at the end of the second year of high school, when she sat on the steps and listened to the first lesson of New Concept 4 but couldn't understand it. Then it got out of hand.

It was past twelve midnight.She got up and washed her face, changed her clothes, put on her headphones, and went for a walk.

It rained for two days and one night, and it stopped in the evening.The weather has been extraordinarily cold.Luo Zhi shrank her neck, and walked towards the commercial area to the north, because there were still bright lights there. Although many shops were closed, there were still people talking and laughing loudly in several 24-hour restaurants.Occasionally, there are a few pedestrians rushing through the night on the street, but the most lively thing is the flying garbage.

When she walked in front of the Chiba Building, she looked up, and the large advertisement that caught her eyes was white crystal.

Swarovski.

She suddenly thought of Ye Zhanyan.

In other words, she never forgot Ye Zhanyan for a moment, even more than Belle put Chen Mohan's photo in her wallet.

The one that was hidden by her subconscious, never mentioned in front of him, but left a small tail for herself to play with carefully, Sheng Huainan's ex-girlfriend.

As for why she avoided it, she didn't know.Maybe it's out of pity for myself, maybe it's out of scheming.

She could no longer remember the motive.

Those dark motives slowly merged with its pure camouflage, and every day a layer of film was buckled on the body, and the longer it took, the more painful it was when it was torn off.

Luo Zhi and Ye Zhanyan have been in the same class since scoring arts and sciences, but they hardly have any friendship.Maybe they will say hello when they meet, but they will only return a polite smile when they can't dodge.More often than not, she would turn her head to look at the portrait of the physicist on the wall to avoid the greeting.She has nothing against Ye Zhanyan, and this kind of avoidance and indifference is not only aimed at her alone.She thinks she's been fine with most people.

It's safe and sound, it's a bit rustic to say this sentence.

At that time, she hadn't read Zhang Ailing's book, and she didn't know much about this female writer, so when she accidentally heard Ye Zhanyan and the others' favorite phrase "the world is stable and the years are quiet", she couldn't help being slightly shocked, and she was very yearning. .

It's a pity that I found out later that it was not Eileen Chang who wrote these two sentences in the marriage letter, but that heart-wrenching person with amazing talent.The fate of the turbulent years was terrible, and only the descendants who did not know the truth used this oath to bask in happiness over and over again in their QQ signatures.

Luo Zhi never cared about how other people lived or how they lived.But I have to admit that Ye Zhanyan's youthful and sincere smile always makes her a little envious.Sometimes she also wonders, many years later, will she regret that she didn't wear beautiful clothes when she was young, combed the popular hairstyle, and stood in the sun and smiled happily?
It's not that I don't envy.That is another, more colorful youth.

She often looks at herself in the full-length mirror in front of the main staircase, not for grooming.The girl in the mirror was slightly pale, with a delicate face and calm eyes.Maybe it's narcissism, maybe it's self-pity, maybe there's no difference between the two feelings at all.She likes to hold the paper in her arms and walk down the long corridor with her head down. Whenever this happens, she will be proud of herself for no reason.Over the years, only this kind of unreasonable pride has held her back like a shadow, as if she is not lonely anymore, or her pride comes from this reserved loneliness—she doesn't know either.

On March 3, the break of the second class in the morning.Before reaching the door of the class, she heard cheers and applause inside.Ye Zhanyan was standing in front of the podium, surrounded by a group of people, her wheat-colored skin was slightly flushed, and her beautiful face was not only usually flamboyant and confident, but also a little bit shy, which was very special.

She went around to the back door of the class, walked to her seat in the third row, scanned the boiling classroom, and knew that there was no chance to seize the podium and hand out the papers.When she was sitting down, she saw Xu Qiqiao, her deskmate, snickering, and glanced at her from the corner of her eye from time to time, with a line clearly written on her face: "Ask me, I know a lot of inside information."

She arranged the papers and smiled slightly: "What's wrong?"

Before the word "le" was finished, Xu Qiqiao hurriedly said, "Sheng Huainan from class three confessed to her."

She was stunned for less than a second, then continued to smile stiffly, straightened the pencil case on the table and said nothing.Xu Qiqiao glanced at her several times before she realized that her performance was a bit irritating. She only gave such a reaction to such a breaking news. No wonder Xu Qiqiao was a little unhappy. This girl who regards gossip as the focus of her life Already started to curl his lips.She knew very early on that Xu Qiqiao didn't want to be transferred to sit next to her. It was simply because of her indifference, and the class teacher used this to punish Xu Qiqiao.

She asked in a timely manner: "Are you using text messages to express your love?"

"You heard? How did you know?"

Ye Zhanyan's mobile phone was being passed around, and Ye Zhanyan was scrambling back to snatch it from the corner of the eye, with anxious and happy eyes all around.She shrugged, her face stiffened with a smile, and said, "You can tell by the situation."

"Yes, guess what Sheng Huainan said?"

The mobile phone was sent near them, and the girl in the front row turned around and threw the mobile phone on her desk.Ye Zhanyan had already rushed over, Xu Qiqiao quickly snatched the phone away, while Ye Zhanyan and Luo Zhi bumped into each other firmly from the side.

It seems that when I close my eyes, I can clearly recall the swelling and pain of the cheekbone.

Everyone asked, "Are you okay?" while still laughing.She didn't bother to rub her face, and hurriedly said to Ye Zhanyan, who was blushing, "Are you okay?"

Ye Zhanyan shook her head, stood up straight and shouted: "You heartless people, hurry up and get my mother's cell phone!" Xu Qiqiao's hoarse voice rang out almost at the same time, "Ye Zhanyan, Ye Zhanyan, Sheng Huainan is calling!"
The classroom was boiling again. Ye Zhanyan snatched the phone and fled through the door. A few boys behind shouted: "Ye Zhanyan, don't tell Sheng Huainan that 'they bully my wife'!"

Sheng Huainan.She remembered the name. At that time, the man was standing on the steps with the ball in his arms, and the setting sun shone from behind him, filling her eyes with warm colors.He smiled with his eyes wide open, and said to her, "My name is Sheng Huainan."

In the first year of high school, when she heard this name again, she felt a sense of dislocation in time and space.

Now, this name appeared crisply in her ears again.Luo Zhi lay on the table, plugged in her earphones and closed her eyes, the sound of the Scottish bagpipes overwhelmed the hustle and bustle outside.

That album was called Irish Thrush, God knows why.

After about 5 minutes of class, Ye Zhanyan knocked on the door and walked into the classroom. Many people laughed secretly, and the English teacher glared at Ye Zhanyan without saying anything.The English teacher always spoke in a high-pitched voice, but her voice was extremely weak in that class, and she seemed unaware of the hidden chatter and laughter in the classroom.Xu Qiqiao had been passing notes to the girl at the back table, but Luo Zhi was impatient to finish listening to that album.

After one class, the get out of class ended again. Everyone's enthusiasm was still high, and they surrounded Ye Zhanyan to ask questions.Luo Zhi lowered her head, quietly walked up to the podium and began to write.

It would have been fine to just say it directly, but I didn't want to yell "Everyone be quiet" hoarsely at this time, and I didn't want to spoil the atmosphere.It's a great sin to spoil the scenery, and she doesn't want to spoil everyone's happiness.She wrote down all the math teacher's requirements for handling the monthly exam papers in the corner of the blackboard. After finishing writing, she turned around and found a boy standing at the front door of the classroom. At that moment, only her position could see him.

"Are you looking for someone?" she asked.

"Oh, sorry to trouble you, I'm looking for Ye Zhanyan." The boy had a nice and gentle smile and a voice that was even more intoxicating than a smile.She nodded and shouted to the hot spot in the middle of the classroom: Ye Zhanyan!

Originally, her voice was not loud, but now it was overwhelmed by the noise from the classroom.She yelled twice but no one paid any attention to her. She greeted everyone's mother ruthlessly in her heart, and smiled softly at the boy at the door and said, "Wait a minute."

She squeezed to Ye Zhanyan's side, controlled her expression, tried her best to look mysterious, and said to her, there is a handsome guy looking for you at the door.

As expected, everyone booed again. She took a curtain call like all the passers-by, and turned back to the blackboard to write the math teacher's nagging instructions one by one.

If someone really pays attention to her and really wants to get to know her, they will definitely be able to see that Luo Zhi, who has always been indifferent, showed a gossipy smile in front of everyone for the first time that day. Her panic and want to cover up, however, no one noticed.

She wrote earnestly and vigorously without looking back. She believed that the door must be full of people. The angle that only she saw 2 minutes ago is now crowded with people.

They lived in this school for three years. Gradually, everyone's faces became familiar. Whether it was in the boiling water room or in the canteen, even if they couldn't tell each other's name and class, they would still be familiar when they saw each other on the street. You will immediately realize that this person has been in and out of the same school as yourself.

However, Sheng Huainan asked her seriously at the skating rink: "Do you often stay in the classroom, why have I never seen you?"

How come I have never seen you.

Even she herself doubted whether she ever existed.

(End of this chapter)