Unrequited Love 暗恋橘生淮南 Chapter 16.2



Chapter 16.2 - People With Hatred Are Lonely People (2)

    Passing by two girls carrying a water bottle in the corridor, they looked curious when they saw Luoyang. Luoyang heard their footsteps go away and couldn't help but ask again.

    "A good friend from high school?"

    "Can you not find a topic? Just squint if you have nothing to say." Luo Zhi pouted.

    Luoyang choked and stared, and finally calmed down without speaking.

    Forget it, it's all over, so why bother about it. He stretched out his hand and messed up Luo Zhi's wet hair: "You this meek and civil in public, but a tyrant at home, only know how to be mean to me."

    Luoyang's father is Luo Zhi's second uncle. He is three years older than Luo Zhi. He flew to Beijing to work and maintain a long-distance relationship with his childhood sweetheart girlfriend for more than half a year. A while ago, he went back to his hometown to apply for a Hong Kong and Macau Pass, and on the way brought something to Luo Zhi.

    Luo Zhi’s mother has always been indifferent to the family. Her mother is the youngest daughter of the family. She stepped into a difficult marriage willfully. She refused to listen to any advice from her parents and brothers. She completely broke off relations with the family and moved out of the old house. It was not until the death of Luoyang’s Grandma then Luo Zhi stepped into the family's door for the first time.

    Luoyang hadn't seen Luo Zhi before that, but at that time he was too young and hardly remembered her name. The adults were walking around the paralyzed grandfather in the main hall that day, and Luo Zhi's mother also cried very sadly. Luoyang suddenly caught a glimpse of the thin and pale girl approaching the body of the grandmother who had been lying on the bed in another room for several hours, without fear or sorrow, reaching out and holding her hand.

    He stood at the door with his mouth wide open, watching Luo Zhi touch her milky white face again, and calmly said in a crisp childish voice: "It's so cold."

    Then Luo Zhi turned around and looked at Luoyang dumbfounded, And greeted him with a smile.

    "Brother, I can't cry, what should I do?" She had beautiful eyes since she was a child. Luoyang was stared at by her, and she gradually stopped being so scared.

    "Why can't you cry?" He is also in the fifth grade, he knew how to be a real brother.

    "Everyone must cry at the funeral. Look at them." She stretched out her finger to the crying relatives and friends in another room. "But I am not familiar with my grandmother and can't cry."

    Luoyang was dumbfounded, this sister just tilted her head and stared at him, then turned around and glanced at the cold body.

    Many years later, he remembered that Luo Zhi said: "I am not familiar with my grandmother" in a serious manner, and couldn't help laughing, but after that, a hint of coolness and sorrow overflowed from his heart.

    He plucked up the courage and walked to the side of grandma.

    In fact, he was still a little scared of this house. After kneeling before the bed with the adult and kowtowing, he withdrew from the room, and no one came in afterwards. The body and face after being stiff and cooled, looked nothing like the usual stern grandma.

    Luo Zhi was obviously still waiting for his answer. Luoyang turned his ears to listen to the vague crying in the living room, his nose was sour, and the corners of his mouth curled.

    "Grandma is very strict and always gets angry. But in fact, she is very nice. Everyone ask her for advice and everyone depends on her. She...very good."

    Some of the answers were irrelevant answers, and he started to cry steadily, and when he returned to his senses, he found that Luo Zhi was patting him on the back as if soothing him, and her clear and bright eyes were full of understanding and sympathy that did not match her age.

    At the funeral later, Luo Zhi kept following Luoyang. When the remaining relatives in the funeral home bid farewell, all the children and grandchildren stood in a row and wept bitterly with the sound of mourning that echoed through the hall. The guests lined up to the glass coffin and bowed three times, while Luoyang cried and couldn't help but look at Luo Zhi in the corner—she kept staring at the glass coffin without a word as if thinking about some urgent and important matters.

    Luoyang still remembers her unpredictable expression to this day. In fact, the expression is not scary, it's just that this kind of adult look is really a bit weird on an exquisite little baby.

    Later, although Luo Zhi's mother interacted more with her siblings at home, she rarely took Luo Zhi with her. When Luoyang saw Luo Zhi for the second time, she was already in the first year of junior high. He went home with his classmates and saw her stepping out generously from the underground bookstore. The girl in the third grade of elementary school, holding two comic books, met him with a surprised look.

    "Ah, it's you." She grinned unfamiliarly.  


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