Secret Love · Orange Raw Huainan

Chapter 2
Luo Zhi sat blankly at the desk, staring at the brand new blank notebook in front of her.

The pen was lying on the paper, and the cap was left to dry for a long time.She didn't know how many times she picked up the pen, and finally decided to write the date on it first. However, after a few strokes, she couldn't write any words, and only left embarrassing marks with dry ink on the white paper. gravure.

I've left my pen for too long.

Roommate Jiang Baili just answered the phone and rushed out the door. The paper bucket of instant noodles she had eaten was placed on the table, and the smell permeated the dormitory for a long time.Luo Zhi blankly drew lines on the paper, and the smell of instant noodles became even more pungent.

In the dormitory for the two of them, Luo Zhi is always the one who cleans the room.For this, she never complained.Hardworking is only because her ability to tolerate mess is lower than others. She can't bear Belle, so she can only work.

Patience is a great wisdom.

In the morning, when Jiang Baili sat on the bed and picked up the Tarot cards to perform the "monthly calculation" as usual, Luo Zhi was forced to draw one too.After drawing the cards, Luo Zhi stuffed them back to the "witch" on the bed without even reading them, and lowered her head to continue reading Keigo Higashino's detective novels.After an unknown amount of time, Luo Zhi suddenly heard a scream coming from near the ceiling: "Are you listening to me or not? I said, in short, you have to be patient, be patient! Those who are good at waiting are wise!"

Luo Zhi raised her head and glanced at her lazily: "Ever since I lived in the same dormitory with you, I have been forced to become a wise man."

She couldn't remember what the "witch" on the upper bunk made a fuss about afterwards.Jiang Baili has been learning the Tarot constellation Ziwei Doushu since high school, but her mastery of fate does not seem to change her chaotic life, even she herself is puzzled.

Because you only wait for the destiny, not human affairs.Luo Zhi thought silently.

Luo Zhi doesn't believe in fate.She was afraid that if she believed in natural disasters, she would forget about man-made disasters.Because man-made disasters can be hated and confronted, but God's will cannot be violated.Once a man believes in destiny, what hope can there be?
But Belle is right in saying that a wise man is good at waiting, and patience is indeed necessary.

In fact, no one understands this better than Luo Zhi.

She looked up at her watch, half an hour had passed without knowing it, and she was still thinking wildly.

The white paper in front of her eyes became even more dazzling.

She stood up suddenly, and the legs of the chair scratched the concrete floor with a sharp and mournful sound.

Luo Zhi picked up Belle's noodle bowl, carefully preventing the noodle soup from splashing out, and walked slowly to the toilet to pour it out.Go back to the room and open the doors and windows to ventilate, then clean up the snot paper that Belle threw on the floor when she was crying, wash her hands, take a deep breath, and turn on the lamp again.

It seemed to be the beginning of some kind of religious ceremony.

She finally grabbed the pen and drew a few strokes fiercely on the calculation paper until she could draw a smooth handwriting.

September 9, sunny

I met him.Far away, the first glance is the back view.The second glance is a big persimmon falling from the sky.

Then the tip of the pen just stopped on the last line of the character "Zi". When I realized it, the end of that line had already blurred into a small blue dot.

Two hours ago, she was walking in the Beiyuan of the school.

In early autumn, Beijing has the best weather that is rare in a whole year, restraining its tyranny and exuding a gentle and cheerful appearance.

There are mottled tree shadows on the ground, and she walks with her head down and earnestly as she did when she was a child, stepping on the cross flower in the center of the floor tile with every step. When I was a child, I went to the furniture wholesale market with my mother to carry bags for others, and my mother was in front Walking, she struggled to follow behind, her feet and calves felt sore and strained.Her mother looked back at her, her eyes were red and distressed, but she said, "Try to step on the little cross flower in the middle of the floor tile with every step you take." She tried to follow the rules like playing a game, forgetting the top of her head The scorching sun, the long journey in midsummer really came to an end unconsciously.

That's how it becomes a habit.

Suddenly the wind picked up, she subconsciously stopped and raised her head.

A person turned at the fork in the road two or three meters ahead, walking right in front of her.

Even after changing her coat, she still has a back that she will never admit wrongly in her life: a few strands of restless hair standing on the back of her head, a straight posture, a slightly raised head, tall and straight but not pretentious.

While she was in a daze, a big persimmon suddenly fell solidly, passing her sight and hitting it less than half a meter in front of her.If she hadn't stopped just now, she should have hit the top of her head.However, its corpse still splashed Luo Zhi's dirty juice—very tragic, whether it was the persimmon or her.

The person in front heard the ugly slap of the persimmon and turned around.Luo Zhi hurriedly turned around before his eyes moved to her, and ran away.

Even while running, I was still thinking absent-mindedly, will he laugh at me?
The first time she let him see her back, it turned out to be this look of running away.

She kept running, kept running, stepped upstairs two steps two steps, pushed open the door of the dormitory, and then remembered to gasp for breath.

When her breath calmed down, she changed out of her appalling coat and trousers without haste.Open the closet and see a gloomy cool color.

It's not that she doesn't like colors, it's just that they don't coordinate.

On the eve of the college entrance examination, all grades go to a designated hospital located in the bustling city center for a physical examination.Luo Zhi handed over the physical examination form covered with a large red stamp to the teacher sitting at the door, picked up her schoolbag, and walked along the longest commercial street in the city, reluctant to go home for a long time.

Before the college entrance examination, all kinds of complicated matters have been completed.This is how high school is going to end, she thought.

Looking up, I saw a bright yellow suspender dress hanging in the window of a small clothes shop.

Such a gorgeous bright yellow.

Mayday put on a suspender skirt, like a notice letter of summer's arrogance.

She was in a bad mood that day, and in her schoolbag were large volumes of mock questions and practice papers, which were invitations distributed for the college entrance examination.She is not afraid of the exam of crossing the single-plank bridge, nor is she looking forward to and excited about being freed from the sea of ​​questions.Luo Zhi was more confused, wondering whether she was getting closer or further away from happiness if she went on like this step by step.

The inexplicable anxiety in her heart couldn't be extinguished, even if she tried to persuade herself to be patient and calm as usual, it didn't work.

She lingered for a long time, and finally rushed into the store, vaguely telling the lazy clerk that she wanted to try on the dress in the window.The clerk looked her up and down and got up impatiently.

Her chest heaved with sudden courage.

In the narrow fitting room, she hurriedly put on the suspender dress, but it was a pity that the old-fashioned white corset straps were exposed on the shoulders.As soon as I opened the door of the cubicle, I saw a girl with a sluggish expression and a gloomy face standing in the full-length mirror on the opposite side. She leaned out half of her body from behind the door, shivering and timidly ridiculous, wearing an old-fashioned ponytail that had not changed for more than ten years. Braids, set off by the bright yellow, look like a malnourished village girl.

She was taken aback, a little embarrassed, but her mood miraculously settled down.

"You should know who you are, what you should do, and what you are suitable for."

Those empty principles just now couldn't convince Luo Zhi who was running wild on the street, but when they fell in front of the village girl in the mirror, they suddenly became very convincing.

She endured the clerk's face, returned the clothes calmly, took the bus home, sat at the desk, opened the book and continued to review.No one could believe that someone would use a bright yellow suspender dress to mock themselves, a teenage girl who practiced perseverance like an ascetic.

But Luo Zhi has always been good at this.

This time seems to be a little different.

She fled back to the dormitory with a dirty body of persimmon juice, also because of the panic, the same sudden panic as that day.

I forgot which book I read it, God moves his little finger, and a person's fate can take a turn for the worse.As for why God moved his little finger... maybe it was just itchy.It was like when Luo Zhi felt very annoyed, she raised her foot and trampled to death a little ladybug crawling dutifully on the ground.No reason.

She was clearly preoccupied with running away just now, but now she can recall the second before she ran, his eyes were moving from the corpse of the persimmon to her ankle.At that time, the boy raised his eyebrows and half smiled, his white neck connected to his jaw, such a beautiful curve.

Didn't she panic? How did she see this?
Even if I can see it, why can't the tip of the pen move?
Luo Zhi did write a very thick diary when she was in high school. The diary only had one content, and every word and sentence only described one person.I don't know what happened later, but on the day of the graduation retreat, I lost it.

It’s been too long ago, so long that I don’t know how to pick up the pen again, so long that I can no longer skillfully and easily use large-scale words to describe the beautiful jaw line and the surprised expression that is holding back the smile left in my mind. I can't remember the humble satisfaction brought by a large piece of water blue handwriting spread on the notebook.

too long.

She turned her head, and there was a full-length mirror hanging on the closed door. She leaned back a little, and she could see her own image in the mirror: slightly pale skin, a pointed jaw, which would no longer be buried after wearing contact lenses beautiful eyes—

It was indeed too long, so long that she didn't realize that she was no longer that village girl.Every high school girl who puts her head into college experiences a transformation in her appearance.Because she seldom contacted her old classmates, and never experienced the polite exclamations of "Ah! You have become so beautiful" at the class reunion, so she hardly noticed it.

Heart beat too fast.No matter how much she thought about God's little finger, she couldn't calm down the feeling of urgency.

Now I am no longer the village girl I was then, am I?she thinks.

So some stories should usher in a turning point?
After all, it is no longer the age when you can subdue the demons with a bright yellow suspender skirt.

(End of this chapter)