Unrequited Love

Luo Zhi walked slowly to the dormitory building, and looked up to see Gobi standing at the door holding a large bouquet of roses.

The other party saw her too, so she nodded politely to say hello.

Gobi smiled at her very generously: "Beauty, is Belle in the dormitory?"

"sleeping."

"No wonder she didn't answer when I called. Then you can help me pick up the flowers."

Luo Zhi nodded, and reached out to take the flower that Gobi handed over. Unexpectedly, she grabbed it, but the other party didn't let go.

"I hope she won't be angry with me. For the first time in my life, I stood downstairs holding a silly flower. If she doesn't appreciate it, I won't do it."

Luo Zhi let go and took a step back, away from the handsome face, and said, "Then I will go upstairs and ask her to come down."

She was about to leave, and Gobi said quietly behind her back: "You are really the most boring girl I have ever seen."

Luo Zhi couldn't laugh or cry, and swiped his card to enter the door without saying anything.

"There is a difference between Leng Meiren and Big Bingcuo. You don't have enough stages, and you still need to practice more to make good use of the desire to catch. It's not working like this now.

She laughed out loud and said without looking back: "Who is going to catch you?"

When turning, I heard a low "lea" from behind.

After fighting wits and brave girls, Jiang Baili would always lie down on the bed and cry bitterly. It was in contrast with the arrogance that Gobi had been proud of just now among thousands of flowers, and Luo Zhi felt a little bitter in his heart.

Luo Zhi returned to the dormitory and awoke Belle. Before she could finish her words, Belle lifted the quilt and knelt down and rushed down the ladder, standing barefoot at the messy table looking for facial cleanser.

"Oh, yes," Belle pointed to Luo Zhi's desk, "I saw your letter in the mailbox when I came back last night, and I brought it up for you."

Luo Zhi picked up the two new envelopes from his desk. There was no sender's address, and the words "Luo Zhi" in the recipient column were extremely handsome.

It could only be Ding Shuijing.

Ding Shuijing was one of the few high school classmates who knew Luo Zhi. When she was a semester at the famous Southern University of International Politics, she suddenly decided to drop out and re-take the college entrance examination as an art student. This decision shocked almost everyone.

Luo Zhi is not included in "Everyone". The two broke off contact during the freshman year. If it weren't for a letter from Ding Shuijing, she might never have known about her dropout.

She is always so ignorant and ignorant that she doesn't even know the big news like "Zheng Wenrui likes Sheng Huainan" that "the whole school reads my jokes".

Ding Shuijing returned to life as a high school student. She was not in the studio but in the classroom. She rarely had the opportunity to surf the Internet. So she fell in love with China Post—though Luo Zhi couldn't understand why she didn't send text messages directly. Most of the letters are graffiti Ding Shuijing lay on the table during class. She may feel lonely, or just to pass the time. There are no important topics in the letter, and it is long and short.

The two letters were separated by more than a week. Luo Zhi didn't have the habit of reading the mailbox, so the first letter was aggrieved and lay in the mail room downstairs for a week.

do you know? Today, the geography teacher actually copied the part of the regional land remediation in your notes and sent it to the class. Really a person who ignores intellectual copyright.

There is only one sentence on the calculation paper.

It can't be the case with cheap stamps.

Luo Zhi picked up the second letter cramped at the corner of his mouth and opened it arbitrarily. There was still only a calculation paper inside, with a letter on one side and a mess of analytical equations on the other.

Luo Zhi, only for you and I would use this kind of calculation paper that I grabbed to write a letter. Anyway, you won't care, but it's really saving money. Others write to me with beautiful hard-board letter paper, but I have never even seen your calculation paper. Have you never thought of sending me a letter back?

To be honest, I really want to know, in your heart, have you ever cared about us people?

I really want to know.

You are very similar to another person I know. You are indifferent to everyone, so weak that I feel that I have never existed; but that person is kind to everyone, so good that I misunderstand that this is love. I don't know if you really think that others don't care, but I know that that person really doesn't love me.

She froze for a few seconds, and then read the letter again.

Ding Shuijing was finally annoyed after receiving no reply for a long time.

Luo Zhi wanted to ask, what are the "people of us" who don't care about?

Ding Shuijing soaks in novels and magazines every day, but with a little effort, her grades can stay in the top ten of the class, and she is very popular and exquisite, whether it is a good student like Luo Zhi or a well-known and popular beauty like Ye Zhanyan, or even That gossip and poisonous Xu Qiqiao, Ding Shuijing can act like a confidant with them, listening to the complicated thoughts of others.

Luo Zhi rarely said anything to her. Although they would take the initiative to greet her when they met, they would symbolically complain to her a few words such as "math problems are difficult to do" and "the history teacher keeps so many papers it's a seizure style", the two can still walk along the way for a while. The way home. Many people regard Ding Shuijing as one of the few friends of Luo Zhi, who is arrogant and indifferent—but she is not, both of them know it in their hearts.

Fill in the application form with the best major and school that she can choose based on her grades. Since then, Ding Shuijing will be able to get away with it at university, and in the new world of university, she will definitely be better than a nerd like Luo Zhi. Much more—everyone thought this way, until Ding Shuijing inexplicably dropped out of school to learn painting.

That day, Ding Shuijing wrote the first letter to Luo Zhi, and Luo Zhi learned about this well-known news. Her letter was full of grievances and confusion, and her tone was desperate as if Luo Zhi was the only straw in her spiritual world.

Of course there is a little hidden secret—"I think I can finally prove that I didn't escape or ridicule, although he may not wait for my proof."

But Luo Zhi didn't study the meaning of this sentence. This deliberately exposed tail has never aroused her interest.

Compassionate heart and appreciation for Ding Shuijing's smart brain all the time led Luo Zhi to reply her a letter. There are only two sentences.

work hard. I pay tribute to your choice.

It's done. She has dropped out of school, and she is still pointing to her and saying that you shouldn't do this or that, which is really wicked behavior. What's more, Luo Zhi sincerely hopes that this clever brain can bravely fight for his dream.

She did not expect that Ding Shuijing would like to write to her from now on, although she did not reply later.

The point of those nonsense is that the writer himself feels comfortable, and it may not matter whether he answers or not.

In fact, they have been disconnected for a long time. When Luo Zhi was in high school, he just made friends casually and kept the surface peace. By the time she went to university, she was separated from the relationship of bowing her head in the same classroom and disappearing.

In retrospect, it seemed that it wasn't just a university issue. Luo Zhi and Ding Shuijing were estranged in the second semester of high school.

After a shot, Luo Zhi shrank in a corner anxiously and flipped through Poe's collection of short stories. Ding Shuijing came over and suddenly asked her: "Why did Ye Zhanyan just ask you to go downstairs to play volleyball, but you ignored them?"

"She was angry and said you didn't give her face." She continued.

"Yes?" Luo Zhi was very puzzled, convinced that no one had called her just now. Today, she was a little bit distracted, and she didn't read the book carefully, so she shouldn't have heard others call her.

But she still tried to maintain a polite smile: "Maybe I didn't hear it. Reading novels is so fascinating, I will apologize to her for a while."

Ding Shuijing is a drunkard who doesn't want to drink.

"We all want to be friends with you, but you are too uncomfortable. In fact, our classmates think you are too arrogant and cold. You look down on everyone except your papers."

For the first time, Ding Shuijing's words didn't have the smooth tone of joking.

This unreasonable accusation made Luo Zhi's gloomy mood even more urgent. She withdrew her polite smile and said flatly: "What do you think of Zhang Min?"

Ding Shuijing was stunned for a long time, and hurriedly searched for Zhang Min's figure in the classroom: "...It's pretty good, what's wrong?"

Luo Zhi Yuguang saw Zhang Minzheng sitting in the corner with his head down and looking through the newly issued boring school newspaper. The light purple down jacket was dirty, making her khaki skin even more haggard.

"Are you familiar with her?"

"Unfamiliar, why do you ask this?" Ding Shuijing also frowned.

"Do you think there is a difference between me and Zhang Min? Except for her poor grades, we all like to read books, we all like to stay in the corner, we don't like talking, don't like shopping, don't like karaoke, why don't you say Zhang Min proud? Or why can’t you ignore me like Zhang Min’s existence? I think I never say bad things about others, and I am eager to help my classmates when I can, so I won’t be put on such a big hat, right?”

"We just..." Ding Shuijing was speechless, after thinking about it, and then adding, "We just hope you can be happy, so I want you to join for your own good."

"If you simply want to make me happy and want to'save' me, why did Ye Zhanyan not feel worried and sad for me when seeing me not going out to play volleyball, but feel that I look down on her and hurt her face?"

Luo Zhi remembered Ding Shuijing staring at her speechlessly, but she just kept her voice flat from beginning to end, staring at the book in her hand. She couldn't remember how Ding Shuijing left afterwards.

That seemed to be the only three years in high school, Luo Zhi showed an aggressive side, really aggressive like an eighteen-year-old girl.

If she was in a better mood that day, she might face Ding Shuijing's menacing accusations, and would only smile and perfuse "Where is it? Why is it so serious? I'll apologize when she comes back."

But she just got out of control that day.

Luo Zhi never knew why Ding Shuijing wanted to "be friends" with herself so persistently. Maybe everyone has their own pride and perseverance, such as Luo Zhi for achievements and Ding Shuijing for popularity.

Maybe she should be glad that she still has some ability to be looked upon by others. Unlike Zhang Min, she has no sense of existence.

Luo Zhi wasn't interested in discussing with her how many people in her life were not passers-by-so what? Ding Shuijing naturally has a lot of beautiful letter paper, and the lack of one of her reply letters, although it is slightly short, is another kind of completion.

Thinking about this, she took out a piece of white paper again a little bit more and wrote:

The equation behind you is wrong, that should be a hyperbola, not an ellipse.

So it can be seen that I read your letter carefully, both positive and negative.