Unrequited Love

"What are you writing?"

As soon as Sheng Huai's head came over, Luo Zhi hurriedly covered the title page: "Just remember something."

"From the moment I got on the plane, I kept my head down to write and write. What things were so anxious to write down?

At this moment, the plane began to fly slowly towards the runway. Everyone put away the tables, and Luo Zhi closed his laptop and fastened his seat belt.

She just started to keep the diary again.

The notebook with only one diary was packed miserably in the corner of the bookshelf. On the afternoon when Luo Zhi returned from Wangfujing Bookstore, he finally pulled it out, dusted it, and sat down at his desk. The pen that has been used for many years seems to have spirituality at the moment it touches the surface of the paper, and the fluent words and sentences easily bridge the blank years without any flaws.

A writer once said that he would constantly transfer his best time to words, in order to escape the passage of time.

Luo Zhi understood this feeling deeply. Life in high school was mediocre, but looking at my thick diary full of words, I would feel that every day I have a clear face.

There is no waste, no waste. I held it in my hand for a thousand days and nights, heavy, like some kind of proof.

It is a pity that those funny and sentimental conversations, those few words that called Sheng Huainan "you", and those years that were collected in the diary were eventually dumped into the torrent of time, and there is no escape.

She no longer speaks to Sheng Huainan in the diary, but can write down what she said to him in the diary.

Some feelings she had lost were exchanged for warm, heartbeat happiness.

"He just moved his head over to see, his hair was rubbed on my ears, itchy, like a curious little fox."

But it's really numbing. Luo Zhi put away the diary awkwardly.

When the plane was flying steadily, Sheng Huainan stood up and took the laptop from the luggage rack: "Will you watch a movie?"

"Okay, what are you looking at?" She helped him put down the table, and at a glance, there was a folder on the computer desktop named "She Likes". There was a moment of ecstasy in my heart, as if I had discovered the things my lover had secretly collected about me, but he didn't make a difference, I peeked into the other side's love for me and pretended not to know——

Until Sheng Huainan directly clicked on the folder easily, and smiled back at her, with a silly expression asking for praise.

She laughed miserably.

The name of the movie is "The Fairy Tale of Time".

Studio Ghibli works.

Taeko in the fifth grade of elementary school.

Sunny, cloudy and rainy, which one do you like?

Time moves forward unstoppably, but a good story can bring back the past fragments, carefully selected and polished to bring back those that should not be missed. Luo Zhi leaned on Sheng Huainan's shoulders, shared half of the headphones, squinted comfortably, watching the train in the movie send the adult Taeko back to the past.

"Did you know? I like this movie, not just because of nostalgia."

"Because of what?" He kissed her on the head gently.

"It's not enough for good things to have good intentions. Good format is needed to not humiliate the story. For example, when they rehearse the stage play, Taeko added a line during practice, "Goodbye Mr. Crow ', was criticized by the teacher as being pushy-have you ever paid attention? At that time, a girl next to Taeko was very vividly portrayed, that is..." She wondered how to say it, "Yes, with a little sympathy and a little bit of sympathy.' The expression of gloating that makes you stand out. You deserve it. Great details!"

He clasped her right shoulder tightly: "Yes, good intentions are not enough."

"Obviously, few people pay attention to it, they are still so dedicated and meticulous."

"Because I really like what I am doing."

Luo Zhi looked at him, the sunlight outside the porthole shone on his face, so close that he could almost see the fine fluff on his face.

"Then what do you like?"

Sheng Huainan was silent. The movie clips kept flashing back, Taeko still walked between adult and teenager. She recalled the age when she just started to learn fraction division, and her frustrating math score was the same as the division rule of the heavenly book.

The algorithm of ÷ is always confusing. Taeko's older sister used the rule of division, insisting she remember to multiply by the reversed 4. However, Taeko has been trying to use the method of cutting honeydew melons to demonstrate and divide.

Sheng Huainan smiled at this time and said: "She just needs a way to make it concrete."

"What is the solution?"

He scratched his nose proudly and said: "I can definitely understand. Suppose you divide a plate into four equal parts, each is a plate, and put a honeydew melon on each plate, then a whole plate has How many honeydew melons—it’s so simple. She is just a little confused, and her sister just gave her a rigid formula without explaining why, of course it will make her frustrated."

"Teacher Sheng is really amazing."

"Of course, I used to tutor others in mathematics.

From odd to even, the symbol looks at the quadrant.

Luo Zhi suddenly thought of Ye Zhanyan.

Unit circle, trigonometric function-in fact, in later class, Luo Zhi found that Ye Zhanyan really didn't understand, but he could pretend that he didn't understand. They are indeed very similar in terms of disguise. She doesn't know if she will ask him some stupid questions if she has the opportunity, and experience the sweetness of her own creation in that cautious fear.

If it was before, it would definitely be.

But she didn't hope that until the end, what he liked was a fake Luo Zhi, even if he no longer liked her because of the bad part.

"It's a pity," she laughed, "I'm okay with maths, so I won't need your tutoring anymore.

When she fell asleep in a daze, she heard the sound of him closing the computer.

"Thank you for recommending such a good movie at the time, but when I was in high school, to be honest, I watched it twice and I even found it a bit boring. Now I find that it is indeed a good movie."

High school. She sighed in her heart.

"Actually, I thought the person by the window sill was Ye Zhanyan." Sheng Huainan said casually while putting the computer in his bag.

Luo Zhi was surprised: "You had a cold at the time, but I didn't have it. The voices of Ye Zhanyan and I were much different."

"You think boys are the same as you girls. They pay so much attention to details. What nails, shoes, and hair color are all remembered at a glance. The next day I can’t remember the voice of the man on the window sill. I didn’t see anyone on the window sill, so I didn’t try my luck anymore. Later, I met Ye Zhanyan and I mentioned that I like to watch the night scene in that place. She immediately said that she too. She often slipped out in the evening at the beginning of high school. Sit on the windowsill of the administrative district."

Sheng Huainan threw the schoolbag under the seat, put away the table, and said in a flat tone like telling someone else's story.

"Later I asked, did I meet you there when I was a freshman in high school? Are you the girl who recommended "The Fairy Tale of Years" to me. Now that she thinks about it, she is indeed very smart. She did not admit or deny it, so she blushed. , Looked at the shoes and smirked, then raised my head and asked me, do you want to sit on the windowsill now?"

Luo Zhi seemed to be able to see Ye Zhanyan's charming look at the time from his ordinary narration.

"Naturally, I thought she was the one by the window sill. Of course, I didn’t mean to tell you that I was cheated. If she didn’t lie to me, we wouldn’t be together or anything-I was prepared at that time I confessed to her, these details, what can be done or not, I did not feel about her because of the chance encounter in high school."

Can you not tell me about your ex-girlfriend so unscrupulously... Luo Zhi has a strange feeling in his heart, but he is not jealous. On the contrary, he has a desire to listen, and he is even happy to be able to talk about it calmly.

"However, this is really exciting, because her acquiescence, that relationship gives people a feeling of destiny."

There are many strange reasons for love. When puberty hormonal restlessness, it hits a girl's thoughtful eyes, like the trough of life falling into an ice cave, holding a pair of warm hands, and meeting a person with suitable conditions when talking about marriage. -Love comes to you, as long as it fits into the gap in your heart at that time.

"Coincidentally, I suspected that she was lying about the whole thing, but also because on Christmas night, I learned that the girl by the window was you."

A strange cycle of fate.

Sheng Huainan pressed his finger on the knob, twisted it back and forth for a long time, and slowly said: "From that moment I began to think back about many things before. I found that I might never really understand Ye Zhanyan. She was better than I thought. It’s more complicated, but it’s always hidden. But I don’t necessarily like the simple silly big sister, why does she pretend? I don’t understand, but the feeling between us has long since disappeared, so there is no need to explore."

He suddenly turned his face and looked at Luo Zhi: "I asked you before, if we didn't circle such a big circle in the first year of high school, we would know each other. Will everyone's destiny change? Of course, I haven't finished. , You hit me with a snowball. It's so sturdy."

Luo Zhi grinned in embarrassment: "But you really owed you a fight."

"Then can you answer the question now?"

Luo Zhi smiled and thought for a while, and said, "I'm afraid that only Luo Zhi from the parallel world can answer this question? Maybe we fell in love early in high school, and now it happens that we broke up for a whole year; maybe you met Ye Zhanyan in your sophomore year. Dumped; maybe..." She paused, and turned to look at him, "Maybe my life will be clear and ordinary, many secrets and depressed feelings will no longer exist, and I will no longer be what I am today. Luo Zhi."

Luo Zhi felt that compared to all the unknown possibilities, she still liked the way she was today.

The choice that time stolen will always be returned to you in the future in the way it loves.

She smiled and fell asleep.

While waiting for the luggage, Luo Zhi received a call from his mother. Looking at the name flashing on the screen, she looked at Sheng Huainan who was staring at each piece of luggage on the conveyor belt not far away, stepped back and pressed the answer button.

"mom?"

"Lolo, got off the plane? Are you coming back by airport bus?"

"Well, I'm waiting for luggage."

"Originally, you asked Uncle Chen to pick you up, but there was something in the factory today and I needed a car."

"Mom is okay. It was originally a factory car, so it's not good to use it."

"Hey, how could it not be like this."

Luo Zhi smiled bitterly, and suddenly he heard something in his ear: "This luggage belongs to you, right?"

"Lolo, you came back with your classmates?"

"Ah...Yes." She looked at Sheng Huainan who was smiling at her with a baggage in one hand, pointing in the direction of the exit, and her heart sank suddenly.

"boyfriend?"

Luo Zhi was silent for a long time, swaying between right and wrong, and finally made up his mind, nodded and said, "Yes."

The silence on the other side of the phone didn't know if it was out of surprise, or out of resentment that she had hidden so far.

"...What's your name? Can you bring me to see you?"

Sheng Huainan dragged two suitcases and walked slowly in front of her, turning back from time to time to see if she could keep up, smiling every time he turned back.

Luo Zhi stared blankly at the high school corridors of light and shadow overlapping with the bright and wide airport lobby at the moment. She felt that she, like Taeko, walked into the corridor of time.

The only difference is him. Now he is looking back at her.

"Lolo?"

She recovered and took a deep breath, her heart firm.

"I just met soon, see what you see, I'll talk about it later. I'll go home and talk to you."

She pretended to answer in a brisk voice.

"Did you finish the call?" He had just staggered a certain distance from her empathically, and at the moment he slowed down and walked back to her.

She nodded. He rubbed her hair habitually.

"Don't take the airport bus?"

"My dad's driver came to pick us up and is already waiting in the parking lot outside."

Luo Zhi paused: "What?"

Sheng Huainan took her hand: "Don't worry, it's just the driver, Uncle Jiang, who won't see my parents. If you don't want to, I won't tell them you are here for the time being."

Luo Zhi allowed him to take it away, but the secret in his heart was gurgling and boiling, rushing up and bursting on the water. The plane landed in this city, and the intertwined branches and branches all stretched out to restrain her.

"Sheng Huainan!"

She saw the driver beckoning to them in a distance, and suddenly stopped, blurting out his name. Her eyes were a little sore, and she forcibly endured it.

Just like everything she escaped, with tears, sealed in the body, rather than rot with time.

"No matter what happens in the future, you must remember that I really like you."

He was stunned, but he didn't rush to say anything to comfort him, let alone ask why.

"I promise you." His palm was warm, and he gently squeezed the back of her hand.

Love makes people irrespective of right and wrong, this may be its most valuable place.

You have to remember. You must remember.