Secret Love · Orange Raw Huainan

Chapter 17 If there is no Huang Rong
They became quite close siblings.The schools of the two are very close to each other, and Luo Yang often goes to visit Luo Zhi after school, and the two of them visit the nearby barbecue stalls and small shops, and sit by the riverside to eat and chat.

A younger sister who had no childhood feelings, but who was three years younger than him, did not feel any estrangement or generation gap at all.Every time Luoyang thinks of this place, it feels amazing. Maybe it's because boys mature later than girls?
Luo Yang has always known that his younger sister has an extremely powerful and rich inner world under her calm appearance—even though he doesn't know anything about what this world looks like, and he has no interest in exploring it.He himself has never had much on his mind. When he was young, he was an obedient boy, simple and kind, and it was common for him to be teased and robbed by Luo Zhi.

For a while in high school, classmates who didn’t know that they were relatives rumored that Luoyang had a childhood sweetheart, and they looked like Guo Jing and Huang Rong when they were together.Luo Yang told Luo Zhi as if telling a joke, but he didn't expect the other party to stick out his tongue.

"Is your classmate euphemistically expressing that you are stupid?"

Luoyang is angry.

He has been very popular since he was a child, but Luo Yang, a good old man, always knows that only his parents and Luo Zhi can be trusted in the world.He treats people well and is open and defensive.It can even be said that he has a good temper just because he doesn't have too many things that really concern him.

Although Luo Zhi looked indifferent, she was absolutely real and natural in front of her.When she was with him, she could relax and eat nonsense, joke around, laugh when she wanted to laugh, and kick him when she was unhappy, which was unreasonable.

It's just that he racked his brains, and he really couldn't think of whether this sister had said anything to him about herself.All he knew about her came from the traces of time.But Luo Yang didn't dare to say that he watched Luo Zhi grow up - he always felt that before meeting him, Luo Zhi had already been established.His participation has never been regarded as growth, but more like polishing.

Until one day, Luo Yang, who was about to take the college entrance examination, and Luo Zhi, who was about to take the high school entrance examination, were preparing for the exam together in the study room of the university.He raised his head from the pile of books, looked at the sunshine outside the window, thought of the upcoming college entrance examination, and his mother and father who were arguing a lot because of the factory restructuring and were on the verge of being laid off. For the first time, he felt a little sad and confused about life.He stared at Luo Zhi for a long time. The little sister who knelt with him but didn't shed a single tear was now very slim, but she never showed a trace of the melancholy that girls of this age usually have—she was indeed far stronger than her. Many people qualify as melancholy.

However, she sees the future so clearly and absolutely, as if everything is under control, and she just needs to move forward unhurriedly.

Out of nowhere, a question blurted out.

"Did you stare at grandma at the funeral, did you want to see something?"

Luo Zhi also raised her head from the simulation paper, she didn't seem to be surprised at all, and didn't take the time to think about it, she immediately smiled indifferently and said: "It's nothing. It was just a little strange at the time, why is it better when people are dead than when they were alive?" Be likable."

Luo Yang asked in surprise: "Why...consider this?"

It was rare for Luo Zhi not to be impatient, and still said frankly: "All the people I want to hate are either dead or far away from my life, so everyone else pities them from the perspective of living people, thinking of their kindness, I'm the only one who still hates, and I'm the only one who has trouble with dead people and feels a little lonely."

Luo Yang was speechless, and the piles of review materials under his hand made a rattling sound in the wind, but Luo Zhi lowered her head and continued to read without changing her expression.

Who are you hating?His question drifted away with the wind and never came back to his lips.

When parting, Luo Yang repeatedly told Luo Zhi to pay attention to her body, exercise more, stop facing the computer all the time, and protect her eyesight... until she interrupted impatiently: "Have you been infected by Sister Nian Ci?"

He waved his hands with a smile, and suddenly said: "To be honest, that letter." He paused, surprised that he brought up this matter again by accident, but decided to finish—"The writing is very special."

"She writes very well, as well as oil paintings and sketches. It is said that she is self-taught."

"Really?" Luo Yang nodded, gritted his teeth and swallowed the words he wanted to ask, turning into a wide and gentle smile that was no different from the past, "Take care of yourself, I'm leaving, see you in a few days."

"Last time you told me that Sister Nianci would come to Beijing in the New Year. Is it really decided?"

"Well, no accident, it's the New Year's Day holiday."

"Okay, see you then."

Luo Zhi always called Chen Jing "Sister Nianci", not sister-in-law.Luoyang took Chen Jing to the library where they were studying together for the first time in the third year of high school, and formally introduced his girlfriend to Luo Zhi.At first glance, Luo Zhi thought that Chen Jing looked like Mu Nianci in the old version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", so she called her Sister Nianci.

Later, Luoyang had to admit that Chen Jing's personality was also very similar to Mu Nianci's. Whenever he saw her gentle, Luoyang felt at home.Today, they have been together for more than five years, stable and tacit understanding.

However, at this moment, Luoyang repeated the slow motion of the envelope slipping from the page countless times in front of Luoyang's eyes, accompanied by an inexplicable heart palpitation.

Guo Jing and Mu Nianci, as long as their lives are peaceful, it is not impossible for them to be happy.

The premise is that there is no Huang Rong.

Luo Yang waved his hand and was about to say goodbye when he suddenly remembered a topic that should have been concerned a long time ago: "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"Happening?"

"Stop pretending, I said boyfriend."

Luo Zhi laughed: "No. You thought I was you, I got ready early in the morning, and my wives packed their bags and brought them to college."

"We will rest assured that someone will take care of you. If there is a suitable one, we will consider it."

I've been thinking about it for years.

Luo Zhi tapped the fingers of her left hand a few times, she was dressed too thinly after taking a bath, her cold palm had long since lost the temperature of the playground.

Looking at Luoyang's tall and straight back, she finally showed a silly smile like a little girl.

Luoyang is a rare bright color in her life, and the warmth makes her feel at ease.

She lowered her head and walked back, suddenly feeling that something was wrong in Luoyang today.

Luoyang seldom hesitating, always as wide and unobstructed as the coast in the sun.She guessed that it might be a problem at work, or a little conflict with Chen Jing, or...

Or just as he doesn't know himself, he doesn't know all about him.

But Luo Zhi believed in him, just like she believed in her own mother.This is family.Without this blood relationship and the companionship from childhood to adulthood, she might not be willing to become friends with someone like Luoyang if they met by chance in a sea of ​​people.He may not know as much about himself as Zhu Yan.

But now Luoyang is her brother, even if she can't understand her words, doesn't know her secrets, and lacks a suitable way to comfort others, she will still feel warm and at ease because of his existence.

To outsiders, this is such an overbearing and unreasonable trust.

(End of this chapter)