Unrequited Love

Her beating heart slowly calmed down, and the coolness of midnight made her teeth fight. The street lamp tilted the false orange sunlight at the end, drove Luo Zhi's shadow in front of him, dragged it very long, stretched across the narrow path, and gently covered Sheng Huainan.

They began to look at each other cluelessly again, like that rainy day.

In memory, Ye Zhanyan's eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment at that moment, and Luo Zhi didn't understand.

At this moment, Sheng Huainan's eyes were full of tender pity and sadness.

Luo Zhi suddenly wanted to rush over and cover his eyes—don't look at me with pity.

She was afraid of being pityed since she was a child, let alone being pityed by him.

"Why?" she asked.

"I came out very late for dinner with a few seniors from the student union. I accidentally saw you. I was afraid that it would be unsafe for you to come back alone as a girl, so I followed you quietly."

I am not asking this. She shook her head, but didn't want to ask any more questions. Seeing Sheng Huainan's appearance, even if she was able to refer to it clearly, the answer must be a "what and why?"

"Thank you so much." Luo Zhi felt cold and tired, his forehead was hot, and he didn't want to get entangled anymore.

"Can I ask you a question?" Sheng Huainan's tone cannot be rejected.

"Say it."

"You like me, don't you?"

Luo Zhi raised his head and looked at the opposite person in disbelief.

"It's better not to lie."

"What do you mean?" she asked in a low voice.

"It's not interesting. You always tell the truth, right?"

Luo Zhi didn't know whether it was the cold wind or anger that made him tremble.

But she has no confidence. She did lie a lot, but she didn't know how he would find out.

The fat on the rails of the stool, three chopsticks, and all the deliberations.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Actually, we shouldn't go around the corner. If you don't like me, and you don't have any hope or interest in me, then you shouldn't be so wary of my attitude, just speak straight."

Luo Zhi straightened his back: "So you don't need to listen to me, you have reasoned out. Although the answer may not be in your mind."

"you……"

"I," Luo Zhi took a deep breath, "I like you, indeed."

She finally confessed. This sentence "I like you" that had been in her mind for many years was asked by the client with impatient cold eyes in the middle of the early winter in Beijing.

When this sentence was said, Sheng Huainan's eyes were filled with disappointment and unbearableness.

"You should have guessed it," Luo Zhi sneered, "If I didn't like you, I would have slapped my hand a long time ago, why didn't I?"

After a long silence, Sheng Huainan asked with a complicated expression: "Are you...want to be my girlfriend?"

Luo Zhi didn't show the expression that Sheng Huainan had imagined. There was none of it—either astonished, angry, puzzled, or even delighted.

She frowned slightly, her eyes full of sadness.

What **** problem? He played her, he actually played her like this.

She tried to raise her face and smiled sweetly.

"Do you want to marry me?" she asked.

Sheng Huainan obviously didn't react: "Why should I..."

He blurted out, stopped in mid-air and settled: "Why ask this?"

"Yes, or don't you want to?"

"The future is too far away, none of this can be said." He didn't look at her.

"I asked you if you'want' to marry me. I didn't ask if you would be able to marry me. The future is too far away. No one can tell. The important thing is whether you have that kind of heart. Your subtext is, since I like you, so try to fall in love with me first, and then consider whether to sign a contract?"

Her grinning attitude seemed to anger Sheng Huainan. He waved his hand coldly: "OK, I don't want to marry you, how?"

Luo Zhi was still smiling, and for the first time since Sheng Huainan knew her, she laughed so wildly.

"Sheng Huainan, did you know that the great leader Chairman Mao once said that all love without marriage is a hooliganism."

Stinking rogue.

When she finished speaking, she staggered around and left.

Belle was startled to sit up when she heard the sound of the door opening. The soft light of the corridor hit Luo Zhi's face, and her face was full of tears, just to meet the eyes of Belle who was also tearful.

Belle opened her mouth wide in surprise. Luo Zhi rarely returned late, let alone crying—but she didn't say anything. She lay down and continued to cry while trying to fall asleep, only to hear the rustling sound next to her, which gradually blurred.

Luo Zhi fell ill at the right time.

Recalling that every night when it was quiet, she always made a lot of noise. Originally, she caught a cold and fever that night, but at the same time she started to lose sleep.

Luo Zhi cut his work and rest time to pieces. He couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and simply got up to learn to read and listen to CDs, but he went to class as usual during the day.

Belle tried to persuade her not to study hard like this, she could only smile and said: "I have already slept during the day, have you ever seen anyone who can stay up at night? I really slept."

"But you still go to class during the day, when do you sleep?"

"Sleep when you have free time, go to sleep when you are sleepy, and stop when you are not sleepy."

"Luo Zhi...Are you unhappy?"

"Yes. I am particularly unhappy."

She answered simply, but the indifference on her face made Belle dare not ask anything.

I didn't hold it for a few days and fell ill. Luo Zhi was lying on the bed groggy, sore and sore, so dumb that he couldn't speak, lying on his left side, lying on the right side, lying on his back and prone, all had difficulty breathing.

She always dreams of high school. When I woke up, my tears always wet the pillow towel.

It turns out that people really cry in dreams, crying until the pillows are dry.

Originally, she was saying that that period of time should be tempered into a beautiful story, submerged in the trivial fragments of the Huanggang question bank and piles of simulation papers in the school, only waiting for the old woman to calmly piece together the comb that was many years ago. The appearance of a pale girl with a ponytail. She tolerated secret love, partly out of inferiority, partly out of pride. Those who silently follow behind the boy, passing through the large expanses of time in the corridor of the morning light—she could have had such a beautifully edited and complete youth.

Although her story is not as beautiful and simple as it seems, at least she is worthy of herself. That's not a happy, but absolutely pure love of a person, at least when you dream back at midnight, you can take it out and hug it in your arms, burn it a bit with your imagination and memory, and warm yourself.

But now, that persistent and harmless secret love seems to have been greeted by the insatiable director and producer Gou Wei Xian, making her unable to bear to think about what happened in less than three months. There is no reason, no result, a relationship is trampled and broken.

It hurts my heart when I think of it.

How good, she finally confessed.

It's not the girl Luo Zhi who climbed up the sixth floor and stood in front of the third class, panting and flushing.

She just stood in the cold wind, facing the other's impatient eyes, a little tragic and anonymously admitted that yes, I do like you.

That is not a confession, but a confession.

She woke up in the middle of the night coughing until she was suffocating, struggling to get up to drink water, her wrists fell to the ground with a limp, clattering, and a mess.

The so-called overburden is difficult to harvest.