Secret Love · Orange Raw Huainan

Chapter 65 You Only Like Zheng Wenrui

The moment Sheng Huainan saw Zheng Wenrui appearing at the door, what popped into his mind was the jokes made by those buddies in high school when they were frolicking in the cafeteria.

Every time before the evening self-study, everyone made an appointment to occupy a seat to play, and there were always two or three people who either stayed in the classroom for self-study, or chatted with ambiguous girls, and completely forgot about the game.So one day Chen Yongle tapped on the table with his chopsticks in the cafeteria, and said in a long and loud voice: "Fucking, let me hear it clearly. , no one is allowed to be late. I repeat, no one is allowed to be late! Whoever does not come will like Zheng Wenrui!"

After hearing the last sentence, the boys who had been waiting in full force all laughed and fell down on the table, overturning a pot of braised eggplants, causing everyone in the cafeteria to look sideways.

The first boy who recovered his breath struggled and said: "Chen Yongle, get out, you only like Zheng Wenrui, and the whole community likes Zheng Wenrui!"

Although Sheng Huainan knew that it was wrong to ridicule a girl like this, he still couldn't help being amused by this harsh joke, so he could only restrain himself from laughing too loudly, and he couldn't even feel the slightest bit of guilt, uneasiness or anger at this joke .

No one paid attention to Zheng Wenrui when he entered high school.She got mid-range grades, spoke little, dressed plainly, and looked average—even a little ugly.When Sheng Huainan was helping his teacher distribute the physics papers for the first mid-term exam, he was stunned by this strange name, and turned to ask the students sitting in the first row, who pointed him to the corner by the window.As soon as he walked over, the girl who was eating on the seat immediately closed the lid of the lunch box, raised her head in a panic, but accidentally choked, covered her mouth and coughed for a long time, then stumbled out of the classroom to the direction of the women's toilet.

He stood stupidly for a while, and then found a clean place on the crowded table to put down her three papers.On the white paper next to the aluminum lunch box, the spines with fish meat were spat out in a mess.

When he returned to his seat after distributing the papers, the girl walked up to him with her head down, smiled flusteredly, and said to him, "I'm sorry, I choked just now."

"It's good that you're fine, and you didn't feel sorry for me..."

"Then you, you are looking for me... What do you want me for?"

"I..." Sheng Huainan laughed dumbly, and said, "I'm just handing out papers."

The classmate in the first row who pointed him in the direction just turned around and laughed at him kindly, saying, "Hey, can you do it? You are the class monitor anyway. You helped the teacher sort out our files when we first started school. Now our class I still can't recognize the name of the classmate. Zheng Wenrui, I allow you to beat him!"

Sheng Huainan smiled shyly at Zheng Wenrui, and sighed, how could this girl look like a transparent person?
Zheng Wenrui no longer maintained her bright and weird polite smile, the corners of her mouth collapsed, she turned and left without saying anything.Sheng Huainan sat blankly on the seat, and the students in the front row kept apologizing, saying that he was just joking, but this girl was really angry.and so on.

Sheng Huainan found her after school and apologized to her, but she just lowered her head and pursed her mouth stubbornly.Such a surprisingly introverted person, you can never tell whether she is angry or shy, there is no vivid expression on that face, only a pair of small eyes, occasionally looking up at him, they are frighteningly bright.

He had no choice but to apologize by caesarean section. Could it be that his blood was really splashed on the spot?Most of Sheng Huainan's posture was just pretending, he got a little impatient, shrugged, picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the door.

"It's not your fault. . . . it's my fault."

Her flat voice seemed to have suppressed a lot of turbulent emotions that he couldn't recognize, and it was drowned in the noise caused by the students on duty moving tables and chairs, laughing and playing, and couldn't hear clearly.However, the moment she raised her eyes to stare at him, those almost fire-breathing eyes made him unsure whether he was really forgiven or not.

"It's... what a big deal, what's wrong, anyway, I know you now, Zheng Wenrui, hello, my name is Sheng Huainan, please take care of me-look, isn't this the end of it, I I guess I will never forget you in my life."

He smiled helplessly, touched the back of his head, then nodded indiscriminately, and slipped out through the back door like a fugitive.

Sheng Huainan, who has always been praised by adults for his prudence, sometimes fled in confusion and embarrassment.

If the strangeness of this girl at that time was only manifested in the introverted and stubborn gaze with her lips pursed, then her changes later can be called jaw-dropping.In this way, her name gradually came into everyone's field of vision, and even became Chen Yongle's most severe punishment for those who were late to play and absent from the game.

When the Chinese teacher who likes to chatter is in the middle of talking, she will say aloud: "Can I have a serious lecture? Is it over?"

Also, during the inter-class exercises that everyone dealt with carelessly, her posture was standard, meticulous, and she even used too much force, so that everyone liked to stand behind her and do exercises, watching and laughing until her stomach ached.

Another example is that her grades are improving by leaps and bounds. During lunch, she is also working on exercise books while eating, holding a spoon in her left hand and a pen in her right.

Serious, eccentric, mean.

The most important thing is ugly.

Boys like to talk about her behind her back, or it is far more than "behind".The girls in the front row like to go to Sheng Huainan and his group of boys to chat near the seats. For a while, everyone's unshakable topic was Zheng Wenrui.Whenever Chen Yongle and others made fun of Zheng Wenrui, the girls would always pretend to be surprised and say coquettishly, "It's not as serious as what you said, what, nonsense, how did they offend you? Oh, oh , you are so annoying..." However, the tone was full of approval, and everyone gained a lot from Chen Yongle's additional "Don't you? I said something wrong, look, her virtue..." hapiness.

No one does not talk behind their backs.Some people seem to exist only for entertainment, simply helping to promote the harmonious development of the relationship between classmates.

During their daily conversation and laughter, Sheng Huainan only occasionally laughed and praised them. Although he often felt that they were a little too much, he just calmly diverted the topic to other places and never criticized them.His kindness made him sympathize with that strange girl; but on the other hand, his cleverness made him understand that accusations with a supreme sense of morality above everyone can't really help this girl get rid of these ridicules. It can only put yourself in a disadvantageous situation, and even bring a lot of unexpected troubles.

To put it bluntly, what Sheng Huainan pursued was to find a way to satisfy both his kind nature and smooth way of life.He reluctantly participated in their boring conversation several times, diverting the topic for her, until one day he was so annoyed that he simply put on headphones and listened to music to block out all guilt.

Occasionally he would turn his head to look at her. Zheng Wenrui was sitting by the front window on the left, with his mouth pursed and his cheeks biting his teeth until his cheekbones bulged slightly like a fish.She seemed to have supernatural powers, and she could often turn her head to meet his gaze immediately, and Sheng Huainan was frightened without exception.

Those eyes were always full of inexplicable flames of anger, burning all the way to him along the line of sight.

Do you just hold grudges like this?He couldn't figure it out, shook his head, turned up the volume of the music, and lowered his head to do the question.

In the second year of high school, she had become a stable member of the top five in the class, but she was still frighteningly hardworking, and was often used by the teacher as a model of progress to educate the whole class.In the sprint stage of the third year of high school, she was even transferred by the teacher to the vicinity of Sheng Huainan to suppress these naughty boys.At that time, no one dared to talk about her blatantly—in a key high school like theirs, good grades meant the right to speak, and Zheng Wenrui gradually ceased to be an unknown person.

However, what Sheng Huainan remembers most clearly is not her rocket-like achievements.In the cold early spring of the third year of high school, she shocked the whole school by doing inter-class exercises in cool clothes.When they disbanded, Chen Yongle and the others said with a smile that she was Zhenhua High School's version of Sister Furong.Zheng Wenrui rushed over from behind in a bullfighting posture, and slapped him across the face.

Everyone was stunned.

However, she did not reprimand Chen Yongle for anything.

She turned her face, the veins on her cheeks trembled, she almost gritted her teeth and looked at Sheng Huainan who was standing not far away, he even clearly saw two balls of jumping blue flames in her pupils.

Sheng Huainan was standing in the crowd, so her direct gaze could not be regarded as looking at him alone, as if it was a silent accusation against everyone.

She turned and strode away, her light green strappy sandals tapping forcefully on the floor tiles.

Everyone was dumbfounded, only Sheng Huainan smiled silently.

interesting.he thinks.

However, what he never expected was that in the first semester of his freshman year, when the weeping willow shoots by the lakeside of the school had just been dyed green in spring, he unexpectedly received a call from Zheng Wenrui to make an appointment.

He arrived early, and when he was wandering by the lake in a daze, he suddenly heard an angry voice behind him: "I like you!"

The phrase "I like you", because the speaker was too nervous and direct, the moment he blurted out, the tone was very similar to "pay back the money quickly".

Yes, he was right all along.This silent girl is a covered volcano.

Surprised, Sheng Huainan found his expression after two seconds, adjusted to a skilled smile, with a bit of understanding and alienation, and said, "I'm sorry."

The girl's eyes, which had been deliberately lined with eyeliner, brightened up a bit, then the light faded away, and she left without saying a word.

Sheng Huainan stayed by the lake for a while.Occasionally a ray or two of sunlight reflected off the sparkling lake made his eyes hurt.He somehow remembered the back of his head in the stale air in the class at that time, the old blackboard, the head teacher with a bald head, the boy at the front desk piled half a meter of precarious papers, and sitting in a narrow The barely speaking girl on the left side of the aisle.

It seems that the past years have slipped away without my noticing.Many people around him like to remember, and like to write some retrospective diaries with small sentiments on space (space) or blog (blog), but he has always lacked the desire to look back.

In the summer vacation after graduating from high school, he went to pick Ye Zhanyan up at the reunion of her class.Ye Zhanyan, who was drunk, leaned on his shoulder and wept, muttering to himself: "The old days will never come back. The student days will never come back. Neither will come back."

"Huainan, will you come back?"

He said a little amusedly: "Why do you want to come back? Shouldn't people keep walking forward?"

Ye Zhanyan smiled wryly, and said, "You really don't understand. Because you have no regrets, you never look back."

He smiled and said nothing more.

Everyone felt that he had a perfect life.The spectator always retains a dogmatic self-confidence.

However, just after returning to the dormitory from the lakeside, he received a call from Chen Yongle.

Gossip spreads extremely fast.The arrogant "I like you" startled a pair of "mandarin ducks" by the lake. At that time, neither of them noticed that a man and a woman were sitting on the bench behind the tree.The boy is also from Zhenhua High School, and even Chen Yongle's junior high school classmate.The fact that Chen Yongle was slapped by Zheng Wenrui became his great humiliation, and ridiculing Zheng Wenrui is no longer a pastime, but an obsession about dignity.

"Dude, I sympathize with you. There are indeed risks under the halo of a popular lover."

Sheng Huainan smiled coldly, noncommittal.

Chen Yongle was talking nonsense over there, and he listened absent-mindedly on the other side of the phone: "Well, no, where is it, you're just talking nonsense, come on! Don't mention it, how are you doing recently..."

"Seriously, do you want me to ask her for you? I'll ask her to list out why she likes you one by one, and then send it to you. You can change each one according to the list." He was overjoyed on the phone, Sheng Huainan was absent-minded for a long time.

He knows why girls like him.Being liked is a proof of charm.However, what if the other party is only in love with your bright skin?
He thought of Luo Zhi again, and remembered that when he was having dinner that day, he talked about fans' love for celebrities, and he said disdainfully: "Actually, it's no different from Liaozhai, it's just the painted skin of a goblin."

Luo Zhi shook her head, stretched out her hand to pinch the skin on the back of his hand, gently pulled it up, and said, "Of course it's different. Our skin can't be peeled off, even if it's a hypocritical mask, it's still flesh and blood after wearing it for a long time." connected."

He was staring at the girl across from him, feeling warm water flowing through his heart again.

Flesh and blood.Sheng Huainan raised his hand and looked at his warm and dry palm. The direction of the palm prints was clear and clean, with no extra lines or confusion.Through the cracks between his five fingers, he saw Zheng Wenrui standing in front of him leaning on the iron gate, his forehead hair was disheveled by the cold wind, and finally covered her eyes that had never been extinguished for many years.

(End of this chapter)