Unrequited Love

Ye Zhanyan had cut off her long hair and combed Bobo's hair, making her look prettier than she was in high school. She was wearing a rose-red cashmere coat and a pair of dark gray knee-high soft boots. Luo Zhi picked up the coin and looked up. The first thing he saw was these boots.

They look so good, where did you buy the boots?

Luo Zhi found that he was really normal, and his mind was full of normal girls' curiosity about normal dress. But on her body, this is precisely the most abnormal.

"Luo Zhi, what a coincidence!" Ye Zhanyan's smile was very similar to Luo Zhi's—excessively brilliant. Maybe she didn't know what was hiding behind the brilliant.

"My dad and I came to Beijing for the New Year. After that, I will stay in Beijing to learn French for a year. The school will send me to France to study for two years and then come back. The 2+2 project. In the future, we will meet frequently and come out someday Let’s go shopping together, I miss you, it’s been a long time since I went shopping together!"

Ye Zhanyan smiled sweetly, still easy-going and amiable, but not as arrogant as when he was talking in high school, and without the domineering swearing mantra, she was rather feminine.

Luo Zhi silently looked at that beautiful face. In a flash, many pictures from the past in high school came to mind: Ding Shuijing came to accuse her of neglecting her classmate Ye Zhanyan in a few words, and squinted at her like a wild cat at the last classmate meeting. Ye Zhanyan who raised his eyes... Ye Zhanyan had already released a dangerous signal early on, how could she never notice it?

"It's been a long time since we went shopping together? We never went shopping together."

Luo Zhi said in a constricted face.

Ye Zhanyan's shoulders moved back slightly, his lips moved and just about to speak, suddenly there was a running sound behind him.

"Luo Zhi! Luo Zhi!"

Luo Zhi still felt magical. The only two conversations between her and Ye Zhanyan that could not continue were always rescued by others. Luoyang ran over from under the orange sign and said, "I saw you all the way, and the phone was turned off after calling you. Your sister-in-law and I were in a hurry and thought something happened to you on the road..."

When Luoyang ran to them, he took a look, nodded to Sheng Huainan and Ye Zhanyan, and then took Luo Zhi's bag and said, "It's really heavy. Bring it here."

"Of course." She smiled at Luoyang and unexpectedly saw Ye Zhanyan's eyes widened in surprise.

"you are……"

Ye Zhanyan muttered to herself, Luoyang tilted his head to look at her in doubt: "Do we know each other? Luo Zhi, your classmate?"

"High school classmate," she pointed to Ye Zhanyan, and turned to Sheng Huainan, "with her boyfriend."

She only glanced at him when she introduced Sheng Huainan—Sheng Huainan lowered his head, his eyes turned to the roots of the street trees, and the silver light of the decorative lamp hit the side, creating an unreal melancholy.

She glanced back, then looked back, and smiled at Luoyang.

"It's weirdly cold outside, let's go in. Happy New Year, let's go first." The little couple across from Luoyang smiled. Although he didn't know what was going on in this scene, he was also dull, but his sister's face He can still tell the smirk on the screen.

Luoyang's hand was very warm, Luo Zhi was pulled by him, and the one-yuan coin was still tightly held in the cold palm of his hand.

"Goodbye." Luo Zhi waved to them both.

Sheng Huainan looked at her with unidentified emotions, while Ye Zhanyan smiled generously: "Luo Zhi, what do you mean?"

Must you be entangled? Luo Zhi smiled, and felt Luoyang squeeze her hands tightly, turning his head to see his brother frowning. Her weak heart was suddenly injected with warm current.

In many cases, one shouldn't expect a confidant, just having a close person is enough. Your confidant may stand opposite you at any time, and your relatives will stand by your side holding hands. He may not know what you are struggling with, but all the decisions you make, even if they are overturned the next day, he will support you and hug you, saying, "Look, you are stupid again?"

"What I mean is very simple," Luo Zhi turned around and said slowly but surely, "Didn't you tell the man next to you, I was the sinner who separated the two of you with a lie? Then you smiled and said that you want to make peace. I’m going shopping together? The mood in this play is not right, Ye Zhanyan, you lie too much. You accidentally went to the wrong set."

After Luo Zhi finished speaking, she took Luoyang and left. She was not in the mood to observe the reactions of the two people behind her. As she walked and talked, she suddenly realized.

She tolerated her feelings like that, how could she be caught by others bit by bit? The soft mind and secrets are made into sharp hidden weapons. All attacks are extremely accurate. Why? Luo Zhi had always refused to face up to everything that Sheng Huainan had said frankly the night before. At this moment, those words and sentences were densely paved into a road, and the line was thousands of miles away, and the source was clearly identifiable.

Luo Zhi turned around.

The two people were still in place, Ye Zhanyan stared at her coldly, his spiteful eyes seemed to be familiar.

Luo Zhi laughed, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and the arc was so big that he could not see the pair of bi people in front of him.

"Ye Zhanyan, return my diary to me."

"What?" Ye Zhanyan was taken aback.

"The diary I accidentally lost before the college entrance examination, please return it to me. You, or Ding Shuijing."

The fact that she suddenly realized caused her heart toss with pain. That diary was her most private thing, but she had to tell it in front of three people. She put a word down and turned and left, unable to stay for a second.

Although she promised that Uncle Tricycle can't do that.

Be domineering and explain clearly-but she is not a fighter after all. Seeing two people standing side by side, all the accumulated emotions and thoughts are exhausted. The posture is ugly, what's the use of winning a battle of words?

Every word in that diary is the bottom line of dignity.

The feelings that looked like a treasure and carefully protected fell into the hands of others, which in turn stabbed her deeply.

Luoyang led her away in silence for a while, not knowing if she should care about it, but Luo Zhi quickly looked like she was all right. He raised his head grinningly, pointed to the orange sign at the entrance of the store and said, "Do you know? The coins are found here."

Luoyang finally swallowed all the questions: "Don't wear gloves!" He could only complain.

Ye Zhanyan didn't wear gloves either, Luo Zhi thought, so they put their hands into Sheng Huainan's pocket to keep warm.

That was the second small detail she saw when she looked up, apart from Ye Zhanyan's beautiful boots.

She once stubbornly painted only Sheng Huainan's figure in her diary, but those words fell into the hands of another person. Years of deceitful ignorance, at this moment, finally carved into the eyes of the two people holding hands.

Luo Zhimudi watched Luoyang block her way: "I'm at the door, why don't you go in?"

It was not until Luoyang reached out her hand and wiped away the cold tears on her face with a rough thumb, she realized that she was crying.

"Bullied?" Luoyang frowned and looked at her with concern, bent over slightly, rubbing her hair with his left hand.

She just shed tears. She didn't even feel like crying at all. When she heard these words, she plunged into her brother's arms and burst into tears.

Wow, like a six-year-old kid.

"Don't cry, let's not cry, your brother will go to the building materials market tomorrow to hire a few brothers, tie them up with sacks, hang them up and beat them..."

She was amused, and then she cried more miserably, clutching the front of the Luoyang windbreaker, choked to breathe, blushed, cheerful and embarrassed, as if there was nothing she could do in this world except crying Of it.

It's still the case.

In the end it was just like this.

She stopped crying for a long time, wiped her tears and blown her nose. After finishing up for a while, she raised her head and asked Luoyang with a cheerful look: "Can't you see it?"

Luoyang smiled bitterly and nodded: "Well, I can't tell."

Luo Zhi finally turned around to look at the deserted crossroads. He didn't feel any pain at all, as if that nerve was tossed too tired and finally broke.

Finally died.

Uncle Tricycle, I'm sorry, you are right.

Misunderstanding can't stop love at all, neither can lies.

But I forgot to tell you, I lied to you, it turns out I told you other people's stories.

It's all other people's love.

"Let's go, go in." Luoyang patted her shoulder.