The air in the room was stagnant. Belle took the phone and hurried out the door. The paper bucket of instant noodles she had eaten was placed on the table, and the smell might not dissipate for a long time.Luo Zhi stayed on the seat, staring at the brand new blank notebook in front of her, the pen was lying across the paper, and the cap was left to dry for a long time.She didn't know how many times she picked up the pen, and finally decided to write the date on it first. As a result, the few strokes were rough, and she couldn't write any words, leaving only a few embarrassing strokes with dry ink on the white paper. gravure.

It's been too long. Can't write it. She was still a little dazed, and the more she was in a daze, the more pungent the smell of instant noodles became.I have endured it for a long time just now, but I still can't get used to it. It is estimated that when I go out in a while, others will smell the smell of braised beef noodles all over my body. It's like after cleaning the dry toilet, you can smell the stench on the way back to work. She still remembers that when she was in elementary school, the whole school was inspected for sanitation, and unfortunately her class was assigned to clean the toilets.At that time, most of the elementary schools had outdoor dry toilets, and the flies were flying around and the stench was foul.The girls stood at the door with brooms, mops, buckets, etc., reluctant to go in. She, the class monitor, and another girl, a labor committee member, rushed in first by "leading by example".After inspecting the situation, the labor commissioner stood at the door with his hands on his hips and yelled at the girls with red scarves covering their noses, "Come in!!"

At that time, a little girl asked timidly, don't you two feel smelly? Luo Zhi was at a loss for words, but the labor committee member with a loud voice said straightforwardly, it's good to get used to the smell, you can't block the smell with a red scarf, you might as well get used to it quickly, so as not to suffer for yourself! Patience is a great wisdom. Just like yesterday, when her roommate Jiang Baili was sitting on the bed and picked up a Tarot card to do her "monthly calculation" since high school, Luo Zhi was forced to draw one too.After drawing the cards, Luo Zhi stuffed them back to the sorceress on the bed without even reading them, and continued to lower her head to read Keigo Higashino's detective novels. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly heard a scream in her ear, "Did you hear it?" When I spoke, I said, in short, you have to be patient, patient, and those who are good at waiting are the wise ones!"

Luo Zhi raised her head and glanced at her lazily, "I've endured you for a long time, and I've waited for a long time, but you still don't move out. It seems that ordinary people really can't be wise." She couldn't remember what Belle called out later.Jiang Baili has been serious about fortune-telling since high school, carefully planning her own luck and taboos, but in Luo Zhi's eyes, she seems to have never changed, and her life is still embarrassing. Luo Zhi doesn't believe in the so-called fate.She was afraid that if she believed in natural disasters, she would forget about man-made disasters.Because man-made disasters can be hated and confronted, but God's will cannot be violated.If she believed in fate, what hope did she have?

But Belle is right in saying that a wise man is good at waiting, and patience is indeed necessary. No one understands this better than Luo Zhi. She looked up at her watch, and it had been half an hour before she knew it, and she was still thinking wildly. The white paper in front of her eyes became even more dazzling. She stood up with a "huh".When I got up, the chair made a very sharp sound, and the room was covered with concrete floor, and when it rubbed against the chair legs lightly, it would scream like a brake.Their dormitory is very small. On the left side of the window sill is a bunk bed, and Luo Zhi is on the lower bed; on the right side are two side-by-side combination cabinets with writing desks and bookshelves, and there is a wardrobe and a storage cabinet on the left and right near the door.

Luo Zhi carefully picked up Belle's noodle bowl, went to the toilet to empty it, went back to the room and opened the doors and windows to ventilate, then cleaned up the facial tissue that Belle threw on the floor last night to wipe away tears and nose, emptied the trash can, washed her hands, and finally Turn the lamp back on. Finally grabbed the pen, and scratched a few times on the calculation paper until the handwriting was smooth. "September 15, sunny I met him.Far away, the first glance is the back view.The second glance is a big persimmon falling from the sky. " Then the tip of the pen just stopped on the last tick of "zi", and when I realized it, it had already blurred into a small blue dot.

Two hours ago, she was walking in the Beiyuan of the school. The weather in early autumn is really good, it is rare for Beijing to have such mild and good weather. There are mottled tree shadows on the ground, and she walks with her head down and earnestly as she did when she was a child, making sure to step on the cross flower in the center of the floor tile every step she takes. Walking ahead, she couldn't keep up behind, her feet and calves felt sore, her mother looked back at her, her eyes were red, full of distress, but she said, try to step on the middle of the floor tiles every step you take on the little cross.She tried her best to follow the rules like playing a game, and late autumn really reached the destination unknowingly along the long journey.

Suddenly the wind picked up, she subconsciously stopped and raised her head. A person turned at the fork in the road five meters ahead, walking right in front of her. Even after changing the coat, it is still a back view that will never be mistaken in this life.There are one or two hairs standing up restlessly on the back of the head, the posture is upright, the head is slightly raised, and it does not appear to be pretentious. While she was in a daze, a big persimmon suddenly fell firmly, passed her eyes and hit it less than half a meter in front of her. If she hadn't stopped just now, it should have hit the top of her head.However, its corpse still splashed Luo Zhi's dirty juice—very tragic, whether it was the persimmon or her.

The person in front heard the ugly "baji" sound of the persimmon falling to the ground, and turned around.Before his gaze shifted to her, Luo Zhi hurriedly turned around and ran away. While running, he was still thinking distractedly, would he laugh? The first time she let him see her back, it turned out to be this look of running away. She kept running, kept running, two steps and two steps upstairs, pushed open the door of the dormitory, and then remembered to gasp for breath. It took a while to calm down before changing out of the appalling coat and trousers.Open the closet and see a gloomy cool color.

It's not that she doesn't like colors.Just incongruous. Before the college entrance examination, their third graders went to the designated hospital in the city center for a physical examination, and then they disbanded and went home separately. Take a walk on the long commercial street and don't want to go home.All kinds of complicated things before the college entrance examination have been completed again, she thought, high school is coming to an end. Looking up, I saw a bright yellow suspender dress hanging in the window of a small clothes shop.Such a gorgeous bright yellow.

Mayday put on a suspender skirt, like a notice letter of summer's arrogance. She was in a bad mood that day.Inside the schoolbag are large volumes of mock questions and practice papers, and the college entrance examination is getting closer and closer.She was not afraid, but was confused whether she was getting closer or further away from happiness. The inexplicable anxiety in her heart could not be extinguished, and she tried to persuade herself to be patient and peaceful, but it didn't work. She rushed into the store and put on the slip dress in the fitting room.As soon as I opened the door of the fitting room, I saw the mirror opposite.The person in the mirror has a dull expression, a dull complexion, and the old-fashioned ponytail that has not changed for more than ten years. The whole person is set off by bright yellow, like a malnourished village girl. The mood miraculously settled down. "You should know who you are, what you should do, and what you are suitable for." Those empty truths just now suddenly became extremely convincing in front of the village girl in the mirror.She changed her clothes, went home, opened the book and continued to review.Rao, no one can believe that someone would use a bright yellow suspender dress to mock herself. A teenage girl is practicing perseverance like an ascetic.But Luo Zhi has always been good at this. This time seems to be a little different. She fled back to the dormitory with dirty persimmon juice all over her body, also because of the panic, the same sudden panic as that day. I forgot which book I read it in. When God moves his little finger, a person's fate can take a turn for the worse.As for why he moved his little finger... maybe it was just itching.It's like when Luo Zhi felt very annoyed, she raised her foot and crushed a little ladybug crawling on the ground dutifully.No reason. She was clearly concerned about running away just now, but now she can recall that one second before she ran away, his eyes were moving from the corpse of the persimmon to her ankles. The neck is connected to the jaw, such a beautiful arc. Didn't she panic? How did she see this? Even if I can see it, why can't the tip of the pen move? Luo Zhi did keep a very thick diary when she was in high school, and the diary only had one content and only one person.Later, I don't know what happened, and lost it on the day of graduation retreat. It was too long ago, so long that I don’t know how to pick up the pen again, so long that I can no longer easily use a large space to describe the beautiful jawline and the surprised expression left in my mind, so long that I can’t remember that At that time, the humble sense of satisfaction brought by a large piece of water blue handwriting spread on the notebook. too long. She turned her head, and there was a full-length mirror hanging on the closed door, and she could see her own image in the mirror by leaning back slightly: slightly pale skin, pointed jaw, no longer covered by the lens after wearing contact lenses beautiful buried eyes— It was indeed too long, so long that she didn't realize that she was no longer that village girl.Every high school girl who studies hard will experience a transformation in her appearance when she arrives at university, because she seldom contacts her old classmates, and she has never experienced the polite exclamation of "ah, you have become so beautiful" in the class reunion, so, almost Did not notice. Heartbeat is too fast.No matter how much she thought about God's little finger, she couldn't calm down the feeling of urgency. Now I am no longer the village girl I was then, am I?she thinks. Or it's just because she is no longer at the age where she can subdue her inner demons with a bright yellow suspender dress.