Secret Love · Orange Raw Huainan

Chapter 94

In the season of steaming summer, the final exam is coming.

The first of this semester is the political exam.Luo Zhi didn't go to the library to join in the fun, and stayed quietly in the dormitory, reciting materials for a while, and watching American dramas for a while.

The computer made a "ding" sound, and the private mailbox showed that a new email had been received, which was actually from Zheng Wenrui.

To be precise, this is a forwarded e-mail, the sender of the original e-mail is Ye Zhanyan, the recipient is Sheng Huainan, and Zheng Wenrui forwarded it to Luo Zhi.

The entire e-mail has only one audio attachment and no subject.

The audio was downloaded very slowly, Luo Zhi stood up and picked up the Coke bottle by the windowsill, and watered the Jasmine that Jiang Baili bought last month.She once predicted that Jiang Baili's routine and habits are definitely not suitable for raising any living things.Unexpectedly, Jiang Baili would never stay up late in bed anymore, and even this pot of jasmine was so touched that it blossomed.

An elegant and mellow aroma.

She sat back in her seat, and the audio was poked squarely at the very center of the computer desktop.She wasn't wearing headphones, she just turned up the speaker volume and double-clicked the icon to start listening.

It begins with Ye Zhanyan's own voice, describing her mother's early death and father's absence.It was the recording from the last time I met Luo Zhi.Luo Zhi was surprised.

"...When I was in the second grade of elementary school, my dad was teaching Chinese painting in an art academy in Beijing. He got together with a female classmate and lied to her that he was widowed. My grandmother thought he was going to marry his crazy daughter The granddaughter was thrown to her alone, and she was so angry that she went straight to Beijing... That girl is Sheng Huainan's little aunt..."

What is Ye Zhanyan going to do?Luo Zhi listened patiently, frowning.

"But why did you call me out on purpose?"

Luo Zhi finally heard her own voice in the audio, but she couldn't say anything strange, but unfortunately she couldn't remember the original words clearly.

"I hope you can help me tell this to Huainan. I can't say it myself. Ding Shuijing told him that you threw away my breakup letter. I called him, but he didn't even ask me about the letter." What was written on it. Even though it was a non-existent letter, he rejected it. He will not do justice for me."

Hearing this, Luo Zhi finally understood Ye Zhanyan's intentions.

"Actually, it has been impossible for me and Sheng Huainan... I just want to give you another chance. Please tell him what are the difficulties that you broke your promise and failed to convey to me back then."

This passage didn't appear when they met, and Ye Zhanyan didn't dare to confuse black and white in front of Luo Zhi with ten courage, so it should be added.

Luo Zhi continued to listen with a calm expression.

"Can you tell Huainan about this for me? I can't even say it myself."

"Ok."

It's beautifully edited.When Luo Zhi heard this, she even wanted to applaud this audio.

She closed the program and re-examined the e-mail.

Zheng Wenrui only forwarded it today, but Ye Zhanyan's original email was actually sent after the two of them met during the winter vacation in February.Luo Zhi suddenly remembered that Ye Zhanyan had told her before leaving that he would not promise to frame her again in the future.

He really did what he said.

In the email five months ago, Sheng Huainan never asked about Luo Zhi, nor did he show any doubt or wavering.

Luo Zhi's heart was like soaking in warm lemonade, warm but unbearably sour.

However, she didn't understand why Zheng Wenrui forwarded her a long-standing complaint letter at this time, and it was even more strange how she got this email.

Just like a year ago, how could Zheng Wenrui, like a prophet, come out halfway to find her for a drink when she was harboring a secret? Is everything really just a coincidence?

Luo Zhi dialed Zheng Wenrui's phone. As soon as the other party picked up the phone, she heard the announcement of the subway station in the background. Her voice of "Hello" was swallowed up by the loud wind noise of the high-speed train.

"I got the mail. Can you tell me what's going on?"

Zheng Wenrui chuckled, and explained in a flat tone:

"Ye Zhanyan came to find me and said that her emails were gone, and Sheng Huainan didn't answer her calls at all. Other buddies helped to take the message, which made Sheng Huainan very disgusted. There was no way out, so she asked me to find out the news. At this point, her attitude is still very sloppy, and she doesn't say what the email is. So, I just told her that Sheng Huainan didn't use the mailbox in high school for a long time, and she sent it by mistake. And I immediately registered A Sina mailbox very similar to Sheng Huainan's email address, I told her to try sending it again, so I received that email.

"Of course, after I listened to the recording, I thought it was really interesting, so I called Sheng Huainan to ask about it. If I remember correctly, it happened to be New Year's Eve that day. I called many times before he picked up. I already knew that I just got used to it. Sheng Huainan scolded me and Ye Zhanyan for being mentally ill on the phone, saying that he deleted the email without even reading it, so we can take care of ourselves in the future, otherwise we will scold me every time we see each other."

"How about it, Luo Zhi, does it sound good to you?"

Luo Zhi lowered her eyes and asked, "Why did you send me such a long-ago email today?"

There was no response from Zheng Wenrui for a long time, and Luo Zhi could only hear the wind from the subway.

"There is no reason. He treats you sincerely, as long as you know it in your heart."

The phone was hung up roughly.

Luo Zhi held the phone for a while, and then, who knows how many times, dialed Sheng Huainan's number.

Shut down.

She knew he was safe, and she had been inquiring about the situation at his home in various ways for more than a week, and worked with his dormitory classmates to help him complete all the homework and sign-in for professional courses and other compulsory and elective courses...

He just doesn't contact her.

Luo Zhi got a new phone and changed the vibration to ring.But he never called.

Luo Zhi stared at the computer and the audio file on the table, and suddenly wanted to pull his hand, stood on tiptoe and rubbed his hair, and then buried her whole body in his arms, breathing heavily without washing The fragrance of washing powder.

She had him before, and at this moment, she suddenly felt that compared to this moment, it seemed that she was happier at the age when she still didn't know him; jealousy was better than regret, burning possessiveness was better than blankly looking around.

Can't get it and lost it, she would rather not get it.

On the morning of the political exam, Luo Zhi heard the birds chirping happily outside the window at 05:30, with a hint of arrogant noise in her pleasant ears.She sat up and listened in a daze, gaining a little bit of long-lost happiness in the beauty of nature's chaos.

Carrying breakfast into the crowd, the main road leading from the dormitory area to the teaching area is already full of students rushing to take the exam.While listening to the song, she walked forward with blank eyes. The moment a couple in front of her turned their backs, she saw a boy in a gray shirt.

There are a few locks of hair raised slightly at the back of the head, straight shoulders, a black schoolbag in one hand, and the same white earphones as hers.

Luo Zhi looked confused, and adjusted her pace silently. From the space where the couple stood side by side, she saw that figure from the back appearing and disappearing repeatedly.

For some reason, she didn't have the slightest urge to follow. She just followed along calmly but in a trance, step by step back to three years ago, a sea of ​​high school uniforms. Staring squarely at the same person, as if a flower could grow on his back.

Luo Zhi walked forward wearily, walking slowly like this, recalling slowly, the crowd was surging, and the road seemed endless.The belated email urged her to go over, to hold his hand, but when she came to her senses, she was already standing in the hall of the science teaching building, watching him pass through the atrium and enter In the elevator dedicated to teachers and staff, step by step away from the crowd rushing to the examination room.

Where are you going?
She was puzzled for a while, and looked up, and saw the large information display screen hanging high in the center of the lobby.

The notice of "Serious Examination of Style and Discipline" was scrolling on the information display screen. She saw the three words "Sheng Huainan", followed by the student number and the department. Show up over and over again.

The bright red square font hurt her eyes, as if many years ago, she wrote stroke by stroke on the top of the grade distribution table: "Sheng Huainan, 921.5 points."

Crowds of people poured into the teaching building and scattered to their respective examination rooms, like an unstoppable torrent.She was the only one standing there, with her head up, watching like a fool with tears streaming down her face, like a solitary rock in the torrent, stubbornly resisting, unable to move.

(End of this chapter)