Unrequited Love

When Luo Zhi was about to walk out of the gate, he suddenly met Ding Shuijing head-on.

Ding Shuijing carried a large bag of snacks, dressed in a white down jacket, without zipping, revealing the huge rogue rabbit on the sweater inside. Her hair grew a lot, draped loosely on her shoulders, and the tip of her nose was red with cold.

Luo Zhi was dumb, and Ding Shuijing opened her mouth wide, with an unbelievable look.

"Why are you here?" Ding Shuijing asked, pointing at her.

"There's something at home, so I will come back temporarily, and stop by and have a look...Look at you.

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

Luo Zhi was guilty and guilty.

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

The guard did not stop Ding Shuijing, and seemed to be accustomed to her free entry and exit. Luo Zhi did not 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 it.

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

"It's actually more convenient to talk in the playground, but it's too cold," Shui Jing said, "Sorry, you came to see me, but found that I was skipping class."

"It's nothing, you always know it." Luo Zhi smiled.

Ding Shuijing hummed softly: "As far as I know, who can compare to you?"

Luo Zhi was taken aback, she didn't understand why Ding Shuijing had a bad tone before she 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 I go to the art professional class?"

"In January. First take the film academy, then the Central Academy of Fine Arts, then Beiguang and Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts. There were also several schools in Dalian and Shanghai before, but they all have test centers in our city, so you don’t need to go there. ."

"It stands to reason that you should stay in the studio now? I remember that Xu Qiqiao in our class had to take art exams back then, and didn't come to class much for a month before the exam."

"I rarely come here. Anyway, I only have these two places to stay. If I get tired of one place, I go to the other. Besides, if I can't come, how can I meet you today?" Ding Shuijing blinked.

Luo Zhi was speechless and almost forgot the lie she lied—she knew that Ding Shuijing should be bored in the studio every day to prepare for exams at this time, but she was ashamed to say that she came to the school to see others.

Ding Shuijing didn't bother her either, she turned her head and continued to talk about the situation of this senior high school student.

"The days when you dominated the liberal arts are gone forever. Now the first year of the liberal arts year is when a few girls take turns sitting in the village, and they seem to be furious."

"Speaking of grades, what should I fight for?"

"Any field has the potential to fight. You look at the emperor’s harem, every day is boring, the emperor’s big prostitute favors whoever abandons, whoever is pregnant, who has a miscarriage, who has a son who has a daughter, no For these things, in just a few decades of life, what is there to fight? A group of women are not still fighting happily, and they have contributed so many vivid themes to the TV drama business of our motherland hundreds of years later. Ding Shuijing laughed very sarcastically, "The same goes for the students, the preparatory party members, the Model United Nations delegation, the short-term exchanges of New York University, and of course the most important independent enrollment of P and T universities, and the small language quotas in major universities. This session is more exciting than the harem. It’s much more interesting than when you were in Zhenhua's liberal arts. You let us miss many good shows."

"Perhaps."

"At that time, the only big drama worth watching in the liberal arts class was Ye Zhanyan and Sheng Huainan..." She glanced at Luo Zhi quickly, and paused, "However, I guess you don't care. Anyway, let's sit down now. The window sill used to be a place where young couples 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 butt, and smiled: "Really?"

The two were silent for a while, and Ding Shuijing suddenly said, "I can have dinner after a while, go to the cafeteria?"

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

Ding Shuijing was not upset because of her refusal: "Classroom, I have to send back the food."

"Since you spend more time in the studio, why buy so much food for school?"

"Who told you that I ate it myself? I bought it for someone else. I guess I'm just going back now. They are starving to death.

There are new friends, Luo Zhi thought. No matter what kind of environment she is in, Ding Shuijing will never be alone.

"Then I wish you all the best in January."

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

Luo Zhi shook his head.

"Is there anyone you like?"

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

"Don't interrupt, are there any? Someone you like?"

"No."

"No?"

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

"What's the matter?" Luo Zhi asked, but she felt a little familiar with the way she was hesitant to speak.

"Will you die if you say a few words of truth? Is this problem in your family? Is it genetic?"

Ding Shuijing put down these words and turned and ran away. With great steps, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hall, and gradually disappeared into the corner with her clever back.

For the first time in the conversation with others, Luo Zhi, monk Zhang Er, couldn't figure it out, and stood there for a long time.

"My family...what's wrong?"

At dinner in the evening, my mother said that she had packed her luggage.

"Anyway, you came back in mid-January. There is only half a month left. The suitcase is basically empty, but it is better to take it back. It is convenient to get things back during winter vacation."

Luo Zhi gnawed the ribs and nodded.

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

Luo Zhi was taken aback, and shook his head: "No."

"No boyfriend?"

Luo Zhi smiled: "No. Does this have to be my heart?"

"Actually... I just remembered that when I was cleaning up your desk in my senior year, I saw a few pieces of paper. I didn't peek at your diary, so let me make it clear. That piece of paper fell out by yourself. In the workbook of. 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 was probably related to a boy."

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

"You knew it had something to do with boys before you saw it, it's true. You should have studied geological prospecting to save them from digging everywhere. With a glance, you know what is buried under the ground."

"I really didn't read it," her mother was anxious. "You can see many keywords at a glance."

Oh, what's the key word... Luo Zhi's mouth twitched a few times, speechless.

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

"Ok."

"Where did that boy go afterwards?"

"I can't remember what diary you were talking about, which boy? Is there anything else?"

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

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

"Yes." Luo Zhi laughed out loud, "Mom, so are you."

Mom was stunned for a moment, and immediately pinched Luo Zhi's ears.

"Meet Aunt Fu's family at the train station tomorrow morning. Go to bed early and think about whether anything has fallen before you go to bed."

"Um. Good night, Mom."

"Go to sleep."

Luo Zhi found that his mother's back was getting more and more severe.

Her nose sore: "Mom. Mom... Don't you blame your father and grandma's house?... And grandpa."

Mother smiled, with her usual attitude as if she had just asked about the temperature tomorrow. She turned around and walked over to re-tuck her quilt, and said with a smile: "I love your father, I treat him and his family well. I have done everything I can for you. Suffering is suffering. I have no guilt or resentment."

"Lolo, I always feel sorry for you. You are very arrogant, but I am always worried, am I forcing you? You don't say anything, and there are no other children so lively. For a while in junior high school, you didn't even laugh. Laugh. I was always crying with you behind my back. I didn’t know what to do, and the burden at home was heavy. I was afraid that it would delay you. Even when I was crying, I felt that if you saw me, you would definitely be more stressed and worried. Much... You are not at home in college now. When I get home, I sit at your desk and think about the past. I still feel that if I blame your father, grandma, and grandfather, it's because they are sorry for you."

As my mother said, she looked at the thick ice flowers on the window and sighed for a long time: "It doesn't matter if I hate anyone, 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, are you still young, don’t you feel uncomfortable? I have a deep relationship with your father. If you also have a boy you like, think about it, you should understand that I can’t complain. happy."

Luo Zhi buried his head in the soft pillow, tears raining.

This is love. She is really too superficial, immersed in her own sadness, thinking that silence is burdening everything. In fact, she has never been magnanimous enough and always cares about gains and losses.

Her love and hatred were actually reflected to herself in the end, that's why she hurt so deeply.