Unrequited Love

They became quite tacit brothers and sisters. The two people’s school is very close. Luoyang often goes to Luozhi when school is over. The two of them wandered around the nearby barbecue stalls and small shops, and sat on the riverbank to eat and talk.

A younger sister who had no childhood feelings, he was three years younger, but he did not feel the estrangement and generation gap at all. Every time Luoyang thinks of this place, he feels magical, maybe it is really because boys mature later than girls?

Luoyang has always known that his sister's calm appearance has an extremely powerful and rich inner world—even though he doesn't know what this world looks like, and he is not interested in exploring. He has always had very little thoughts on his own. When he was a boy, he was a good obedient boy, honest and kind, and it was common for Luo Ming to ridicule him.

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

"Does your classmates euphemistically express that you are stupid?"

Luoyang Qi knot.

He has been very popular since he was a child, but the good old man Luoyang always knew that only his parents and Luo Zhi could be trusted in the world. He treats others openly, and also stands up for defense. It can even be said that he has a good temper, just because there is not much that he really cares about.

Although Luo Zhi seemed indifferent, he was absolutely real and natural in front of him. When she was with him, she was able to relax and eat Hesai, make jokes, laugh when she wanted to, and kick him when she was upset, which was pretty unreasonable.

It's just that he racked his brains, and he really didn't think much about whether this younger sister had said anything to herself about her. All he knew about her came from the traces of the years. But Luoyang did not dare to say that he grew up watching Luo Zhi-he always felt that Luo Zhi had already been shaped before he met him. What he participated in has never been a growth, it's more like polishing.

Until one day, Luoyang, who was nearing the college entrance examination, and Luo Zhi, who was nearing the high school entrance examination, were preparing for the exam together in the university study room. He raised his head from the pile of books, looked at the sunlight outside the window, and remembered the upcoming college entrance examination, and his mother and father who were quarreling with each other because of the factory restructuring on the verge of being laid off. For the first time, he was a little sad and confused about life. He stared at Luo Zhi for a long time. The little sister who was kneeling in a row with him but did not shed a single tear, is now slim, but she has never revealed the melancholy that a girl of this age often has—she is indeed far better than Many people have qualifications for depression.

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

Somehow, a question came out.

"When you stared at your grandma at the funeral, did you want to see something?"

Luo Zhi also raised his head from the simulation volume. He didn't seem surprised at all. He didn't take the time to think about it. He immediately smiled indifferently and said, "It's nothing. It was just a bit strange at the time, why people died better than when they were alive. Be likable."

Luoyang asked in surprise: "Why...think about this?"

Luo Zhi was very hard to be impatient, and still said frankly: "All the people I want to hate either die or are far away from my life, so other people pity them from the perspective of living people, thinking about their good. Only I still hate it, only I can’t get along with the dead and feel a little lonely."

Luoyang was speechless, the piles of review materials in his hand made a scream in the wind, but Luo Zhi kept his head down without changing his face and continued reading.

Who are you hating? His question drifted away with the sound of the wind, and never returned to his mouth.

When leaving, Luoyang repeatedly told Luo Zhi to pay attention to his body, exercise more, don't always look at the computer, and protect his eyesight... until she was interrupted impatiently: "Are you infected by Sister Nianci?"

He smiled and waved his hand, and suddenly said, "Tell the truth, that letter." He paused, surprised that he had mentioned the matter again in a ghostly manner, but decided to finish it—"The words are very special."

"She writes well in handwriting, oil paintings and sketches, she is said to be self-taught."

"Really?" Luoyang nodded, gritted his teeth and swallowed the words he wanted to ask into his stomach, turning into a wide and smiling face 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 Nienci will come to Beijing in the New Year. Is it really settled?"

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

"Okay, see you then."

Luo Zhi always called Chen Jing "Sister Nianci" instead of his sister-in-law. Luoyang brought Chen Jing to the library where they reviewed together for the first time in the third year of high school, and officially introduced her girlfriend to Luo Zhi. At first glance, Luo Zhi felt that Chen Jing looked like Mu Nianci in the old version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and clamored to call her Nianci.

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

However, at this moment, Luoyang's eyes repeated the slow motion of the envelope slipping from the pages of the book countless times, accompanied by inexplicable heart palpitations.

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

The premise is that there is no Huang Rong.

Luoyang waved his hand and was about to say goodbye, when he suddenly remembered a topic that should have been concerned a long time ago: "Are you in any situation?"

"Happening?"

"Stop pretending, I said boyfriend."

Luo Zhi laughed: "No. You thought I was you, I was ready early in the morning, and my wife was packed and brought into college."

"If there is someone to take care of you, we will rest assured. We will consider what is suitable."

I have been thinking about it for many years.

Luo Zhi's left hand fingers gently squeezed a few times. After taking a bath, he dressed too thinly, and his cold palms had long since lost the playground temperature.

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

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

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

Luoyang rarely hesitates, always as broad and unobstructed as the coast under the sun. She guessed that it might be a work problem, or a little conflict with Chen Jing, or...

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

But Luo Zhi believed him, just like his mother. This is the family. Without this blood relationship and the company from childhood to adulthood, she would not be willing to become friends with people like Luoyang. He may not have as much knowledge of himself as Zhu Yan.

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

To outsiders, this is a kind of domineering and unreasonable trust.