Secret Love · Orange Raw Huainan

Chapter 43 The Storyteller Is God

Luo Zhi doesn't really like going back to high school.

She has always felt that school is a very cruel place, one by one, standing quietly on the desolate timeline, fixing youth in a small space, in bitter struggle, and deceiving herself that youth has no regrets and is willing to gamble and admit defeat.Obviously in the best years of life, but you have to listen to the deception of the elders and pin your happiness and hope on graduation and growing up.They opened their mouths wide and swallowed generation after generation, never missing the past, just indifferently looking at poor people like Luo Zhi looking back for memories, but they couldn't provide any lingering warmth.

Zhenhua High School is still open. Although it is Saturday, the third grade still has classes.

Her homeroom teacher was still leading the class in the third year of high school, so she signed a name in the mail room saying to find the teacher, and she was put in directly.

It was the first class in the afternoon.The school uniforms worn by the students this year are different from what they were then, but looking inside from the open door, the students inside are similar year after year.

Mountains of exercise books, papers, water bottles, snacks piled up on the table, schoolbags thrown on the ground or hung on the back of the chair, the slight musty smell in the classroom because the windows have not been opened for a long time in winter diffuses all the way to the door, but the inside is reserved for the college entrance examination. The struggling kids didn't feel the same way.

The division of the school is clear, dividing each grade, administrative area, laboratory, etc. separately.Luo Zhi earnestly walked through every place she had ever stopped.It seems that something has changed, but nothing has changed.

As I walked, I was overwhelmed by memories.

The corridor on the first floor is still bright and shadowy.She remembered that the people who walked in front of her always held their heads slightly up, their backs were straight, and they liked to carry their schoolbags with their left hands and put their right hands in their pockets. When they walked, the hair on the back of their heads fluttered lightly.

The door of the class has changed the house number and the new class logo, but even the marble floor tiles at the door still look familiar. He doesn't remember that she ever talked to him face to face here.The class was boiling, only she saw him standing at the door and said: "Student, please help me find Ye Zhanyan".

The women's toilet on the sixth floor has also had a new door panel, which doesn't quite match the color of the corridor wall.Back then, she held back her confession all the way, but finally bumped into this place.

And the ledge across from the hall railing.

The results of the first mock exam in the third year of high school were released, and March 3 was also the first anniversary of him and Ye Zhanyan.He still took the first place in the school year, but it didn't matter anymore, he passed the recommended admission test and entered the School of Life Sciences of P University; Ye Zhanyan on the other side never bothered about his grades.Luo Zhi got the first place in the liberal arts test, but her total score was pitiful, 24 points behind Sheng Huainan.

Although the arts and sciences are different, she would secretly compare with him on the same subject every time, and this time she lost completely.

She carried her stack of papers across the corridor, just passing by the window sill.Sheng Huainan sat side by side with Ye Zhanyan, looking at the students in the hallway who were crying because of their poor grades with leisurely and sympathetic eyes.Such a carefree two people.

She was deeply stung.

That tingling feeling is still real now, but it has been coated with a layer of film by time, and a strange sense of separation lies in the middle.Luo Zhi laughed at herself, and saw the flagpole on the playground through the window.

She remembered that on the day of the graduation ceremony, she was the first in liberal arts, but another person was the first in science.She and the short boy were the flag-raisers at graduation, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Sheng Huainan standing in the first row, laughing nonchalantly with his classmates, and didn't look at the rostrum—the teachers all felt sorry for him for his abnormal performance, He didn't think so.It's just that he never knew that the girl on the stage really wanted to be the flag-raiser with him.

Want it so so much.

The other flag-raiser was too weak, and their national flag was still some distance from the top after the national anthem was played.The two of them pulled it up as soon as they were in a hurry, and the national flag jumped up like a bunny, and the graduates below laughed.She blushed and looked in Sheng Huainan's direction.Sheng Huainan was also laughing, but he was pointing at the flagpole and at Ye Zhanyan, as if saying, look.

look.

Sheng Huainan's bond with her was too deep, wherever he went, he would recall it.If the part about him is really removed, then the journey she has traveled will immediately fade into a black and white silent film.

Luo Zhi suddenly felt regretful, why didn't she tell her own story to others?

She only understands the wisdom of her elder sister in that story when she was a child.

She's sure to tell her own story well too.In real life, she is bound by time control; but in the story, she is the master, controlling space and time to fly around, and can pick up the clues buried by daily trivialities, reorganize and arrange, vowing to tell the audience Intoxicated, teary eyes torrential.

But it's just an idea.The story may not be as easy to tell as she imagined—because as she tells it, she will feel pity for her former self who was trapped in time and looked at the future, and feels very sad.

Her story is nothing more than a secret love, the easiest relationship in the world to preserve and also the easiest to destroy.

There is a difference between crush and unrequited love.On the street, a certain woman grabs a certain man's sleeve and yells, "There's nothing wrong with me, why can't you love me"—these are unrequited loves, but they can't be counted as secret loves.She thought that she was worthy of the word "secret love".

At least once.

Once, she had the determination to take the secret to the grave.

It seems that as soon as she closes her eyes, she can recall that at noon on November 11th, she walked through the empty corridor of the office area with the English papers of the whole class in her arms.The class she was in in the first year of senior high school was a top class, and there were a lot of top students who were admitted to this key high school with high scores. Everyone was very concerned about the first midterm exam since entering high school.That time, the English score was the last to come out, and it was actually half a day behind the Chinese score.

After the results of each subject are announced, everyone will calculate the total score by themselves, so before the English results are announced, the students in the class have basically ranked the top few by themselves.She roughly flipped through the test paper and found that the English score might have a reverse impact on the ranking.Thinking of the students who are eagerly waiting for their grades in the class, I feel a little proud of being above everything and overlooking all beings.

It's really perverted.

The sunlight came in from a row of huge windows on the left. The light was pale and bright, dazzling but not warm. It fell on the ground and was cut into sections by the window lattice and the wall.She closed her eyes, shuttled through the interlacing of light and shadow, and quietly felt the alternate appearance of taupe and orange outside her thin eyelids.Suddenly I remembered that when I was a child, the texts always said "our school has a spacious and bright hall". "Spacious and bright" is really a beautiful word. If you read it silently, you will feel better.

At this moment, the door of the language office in front opened, and the class teacher poked his head out. He happened to meet her, so he raised a stack of papers in his hand and said, "What a coincidence, I'm going to ask a student for help. Luo Zhi, come here."

Sometimes she thought that if she had strode forward in a well-behaved manner instead of dawdling in narcissism, she would not have met the head teacher.Of course, she's not going to brand it "fated."

In the same school, there will always be intersections.What's more, she rushed to the best high school in the whole province, isn't it also because of him?

In the office, a teacher was bragging loudly that the boys in his class got 140 points in Chinese.The head teacher asked her to make sixty copies of the class's total score and rank to prepare for the parent meeting three days later.She picked up the list and was about to leave when the teacher stopped her again and said, "Please print out this grade distribution list for the school year as well."

She took it over and looked at it. It was a large form with the class number on the horizontal axis and the grades on the vertical axis.The first row above says "880 points and above" - ​​the total score of the first test is 950 points, 150 points in mathematics and languages, and 100 points in physics, chemistry, history, geography and politics.I looked at my score, it was exactly 884 points, and I could be on the list.She chuckled a bit, but on the surface she restrained her emotions.

She has always been good at pretending.

Only three classes appear in this column. Class 4 has "2" written on it, Class 1 has "840" written on it, and Class 860 has "[-]" written on it.The next column is "[-]~[-]" points, and the number of people in each class appeared one after another.

She turned to go out and said to the teacher: "Our class did well in the exam."

The teacher closed his eyes slightly and pursed his lips with a reserved smile. He was suppressing his joy in front of his colleagues in the office. Suddenly he opened his eyes and said loudly, "Wait a minute."

She took out a fountain pen and said to Luo Zhi: "Write a few words on the form and then make a copy."

Luo Zhi asked, "Write what?"

She pointed to the position of the first line of Class Three, and said, "Just write it here, Sheng Huainan, 921.5."

(End of this chapter)