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Chapter 47 We Are All Liars

When Luo Zhi was about to walk out of the gate, she suddenly ran into Ding Shuijing head-on.

Ding Shuijing was carrying a large bag of snacks, wearing a white down jacket without zipping it, revealing the huge rogue rabbit on the sweater inside.Her hair had grown a lot, scattered over her shoulders, and the tip of her nose was red from the cold.

Luo Zhi was dumbfounded, Ding Shuijing opened her mouth even more, with an expression of disbelief.

"Why are you here?" Ding Shuijing pointed at her and asked.

"I have something to do at home, so I came back temporarily, and I stopped by to have a look...to see you."

The smile on Ding Shuijing's face is enough to melt the Antarctic iceberg.

Luo Zhi felt guilty and guilty.

Lying is not a skill, it is more perfect if you can deceive yourself and others.

The guard didn't stop Ding Shuijing, and seemed to be used to her coming and going freely.Luo Zhi didn't ask her why she ran out to buy food when others were in class—she never took an unusual path in her studies, and she didn't need others to worry about her.

The two walked to the hall and sat on the windowsill.

"Actually, it's more convenient to go to the playground to talk, but it's too cold," Shui Jing said, "I'm sorry, but you came to see me, but found that I skipped class."

"It's nothing, you've always known it well." Luo Zhi smiled.

Ding Shuijing snorted softly: "Who knows better than you?"

Luo Zhi was taken aback for a moment, she didn't understand why Ding Shuijing's tone was bad before she even said a few words.

After being silent for a while, Ding Shuijing lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry."

Luo Zhi quickly changed the subject: "When will you take the art major?"

"January. First, the Film Academy, then the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and then Beiguang and Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts. Before that, there were a few schools in Dalian and Shanghai, but they all have test centers in our city, so you don't need to go there." .”

"It stands to reason that you should be staying in the studio now, right? I remember that Xu Qiqiao in our class had to take an art test, and she didn't come to class very much a month before the test."

"I seldom come here. Anyway, I only have these two places to stay. When I get bored with one place, I go to the other. Besides, if I don't come here, how can I meet you today?" Ding Shuijing blinked.

Luo Zhi was speechless, and almost forgot the lie she had told—she knew that Ding Shuijing should be bored in the studio every day preparing for the exam at this time, but she had the nerve to say that she came to see him at school.

Ding Shuijing didn't make things difficult for her, and turned around to continue chatting about the situation of this year's high school seniors.

"The days when liberal arts were dominated by you are gone forever. Now the first year of liberal arts is a few girls who take turns to sit on the field, and it seems that they are fighting like chickens and dogs."

"Scores speak for themselves, what is there to fight for?"

"Any field has the potential for struggle. Look at the emperor's harem, every day is very boring, whoever the emperor's big prostitute favors and abandons, whoever is pregnant has a miscarriage, whoever gave birth to a son and whoever gave birth to a daughter, no With regard to these things, life is only a few decades, so what is there to fight? A group of women are still fighting happily, and they have contributed so many lively themes to the TV drama industry of our motherland hundreds of years later Ding Shuijing laughed mockingly, "Students are the same, probationary party members, Model United Nations delegations, short-term exchanges at New York University, and of course the most important independent enrollment of P University and T University, small language quotas for major universities, this The fight is more exciting than the harem. It is much more interesting than when you were in charge of Zhenhua Liberal Arts, how many good shows you let us miss."

"Maybe."

"At that time, the only drama worth watching in the liberal arts class was Ye Zhanyan and Sheng Huainan..." She quickly glanced at Luo Zhi, then paused, "But I guess you don't care. After all, the two of us are sitting together now. The window sill used to be the place where the young couple often sat and chatted together."

Luo Zhi felt that after Ding Shuijing finished speaking, she quickly glanced at herself again.

She looked down at the marble window sill under her buttocks, and smiled: "Really?"

The two were silent for a while, Ding Shuijing suddenly said: "We can have dinner after a while, let's go to the cafeteria?"

The setting sun was already shining on the back, Luo Zhi looked back and said, "I have to go back, what about you, to the studio or the classroom?"

Ding Shuijing was not displeased by her refusal: "Let's go to the classroom, I have to send the food back."

"Since you spend more time in the studio, why do you buy so much food and put it in school?"

"Who told you that I ate it myself? I bought it for others. I guess I will go back now. They are already starving to death."

There are new friends again, Luo Zhi thought.No matter what kind of environment she is in, Ding Shuijing will always call the wind and shake the rain, and she is never alone.

"Then I wish you all the best for your exams in January."

"Thank you. Hey, by the way, do you...have a boyfriend yet?" Ding Shuijing smiled, but her expression was a little nervous.

Luo Zhi shook her head.

"Is there anyone you like?"

Luo Zhi smiled: "Did you keep holding back this sentence just now and wanted to gossip about me?"

"Don't interrupt, is there anyone? Someone you like?"

"No."

"No?"

Ding Shuijing's face turned cold little by little, she waited for a while, but still did not leave.

"What's the matter?" Luo Zhi asked, but felt that her hesitant expression seemed familiar.

"Will you die if you tell the truth? Is this problem in your family? Is it genetic?"

After saying this, Ding Shuijing turned around and ran away. With big steps, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hall, and gradually disappeared around the corner with Ling Li's back.

During Luo Zhi's first conversation with others, Monk Zhang Er was confused and stood there for a long time.

"What's wrong with my family...?"

When eating in the evening, my mother said that she had packed her luggage.

"Anyway, you came back in mid-January, and there is only half a month left. The suitcase is basically emptied, but let's take it back, it is convenient to take things back during the winter vacation."

Luo Zhi gnawed on the ribs and nodded.

After a while, my mother said again: "Why do I always feel that you have something on your mind."

Luo Zhi was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "No."

"No boyfriend?"

Luo Zhi smiled: "No. Is this what's on my mind?"

"Actually... I suddenly remembered that when I was cleaning your desk in the third year of high school, I saw a few pieces of paper. I didn't peek at your diary, let me explain first. That piece of paper fell out by yourself, from you I thought it was a calculation paper, so I glanced at it. After I found out what it was, I didn’t read it and stuffed it back for you. It probably has something to do with a boy.”

Luo Zhi spit the bones into the small trash box on the table.

"You knew it was related to boys without looking at it, God. You should have learned geological exploration back then, lest they dig everywhere. You can see what is buried under the ground with a glance."

"I really didn't read it." Her mother was anxious, "I can see a lot of key words at a glance."

Oops, the key words... Luo Zhi's mouth twitched a few times, and she was speechless.

"But I have always believed in you. I think you know what's in your heart, so I didn't tell you anything, so I put the paper back."

"Ah."

"Where did that boy go in the exam?"

"I can't even remember what diary you are talking about, which boy? And this?"

Luo Zhi's expression didn't look like she was lying.Mom served her a bowl of soup, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

"If you have a good male classmate, just tell Mom."

"Yes." Luo Zhi burst out laughing, "Mom, you too."

Mother froze for a moment, and immediately pinched Luo Zhi's ear.

"Meet Aunt Fu's family at the train station tomorrow morning. Go to bed early, and think about whether there is anything left behind before going to bed."

"Well. Good night, Mom."

"Go to sleep."

Luo Zhi noticed that her mother's back was getting more and more bent.

She had a sore nose: "Mom. Mom...don't you blame daddy and grandma's house?...and grandpa."

Mom smiled, her attitude was as normal as if she just asked what the temperature would be tomorrow, she turned around and walked over to re-tuck her quilt, and said with a smile: "I love your dad, I treat him and his family well, I also did everything I could for you, suffering is suffering, I have no guilt or resentment."

"Lolo, I've always felt sorry for you. You are very competitive, but I am always worried, am I forcing you? You don't say anything, and you are not as lively as other children. You didn't even smile for a while in junior high school. Laugh. At that time, I always cried behind your back. I didn’t know what to do, and the family burden was heavy, and I was afraid of delaying you. Even when I was crying, I felt that if I was seen by you, you must be more stressed and worried So much... You are not at home when you are in college, and as soon as I get home, I sit at your desk and think about the past, and I still feel that if I blame your father, grandma and grandpa, it is because they are sorry for you. "

Mom said, looking at the thick ice on the window, and sighed a long way: "I don't care who I hate, whether I am happy or not, I just hope you don't complain. They are all dead, you It doesn't matter if you complain. But, you are still young, don't you feel uncomfortable? I have a deep relationship with your father. If you also have a boy you like, put yourself in his shoes and you should be able to understand that I can't complain. Happy."

Luo Zhi buried her head in the soft pillow, tears pouring down her face.

This is love.She is really too superficial, immersed in her own sadness, thinking that she has taken care of everything in silence, but in fact she has never been open and generous enough, and always cares about the pros and cons of gains and losses.

Her love and hatred were actually reflected on herself in the end, which is why she hurt so deeply.

(End of this chapter)