Chapter 8 Chapter Seven: Those Who Hate Are Lonely

Luo Yang randomly found the back seat of a bicycle and sat down on it.It has been ten minutes since Luo Zhi answered the phone, but she still hasn't come down. When Luo Zhi went out, she was holding an envelope in her left hand, and was still patting the back of her head with her right hand. "Just got out of the shower?" "Well," she brushed the hair on the back of her head vigorously to shake out the water droplets, otherwise it would be sticky on her back, "I just entered the dormitory door when you called. I forgot to bring a towel when I went to the bathroom to take a shower No, only a small handkerchief, so I can't dry my hair, it's annoying."

"It's so cold, don't catch a cold, go back quickly. Your mother asked me to carry something, here." Luo Yang pointed to the big bag at his feet. "Isn't it heavy?" "What do you want to say? Thank you for working hard all the way?" "Help me carry it upstairs." Luo Yang had thought of it a long time ago, sighed, and said, "Take me in, just go to the building director's room and register for me." "Brother, you are always so loyal and honest, do you usually get bullied?" Luo Zhi looked at him with a smile. This sentence sounds familiar,

At that time, the girl combed her half-length hair and came over with a playful smile, kind but not frivolous.She asked in his ear, and when he breathed out, he felt his hair stand on end. Luo Yang quickly recovered from his absence, and reached out to rub Luo Zhi's messy hair. "Stop talking to me and be cheap. You are the one who bullies the most." This sentence seems to have been said to that person.He used the tone of a brother to his sister—but comparing it with Luo Zhi today, it seems that the tone is the same, but the feeling in his heart is so different. He's always been slow to react.

At the door of the building chief's room, Luo Zhi took the registered hardcover book and smiled at the building chief, "Auntie, my brother is here to move things for me. It was inconvenient to write with the letter in her hand, so she handed it to Luoyang casually, "Brother, take it for me, I just took it out of the mailbox when I went downstairs." Luo Yang glanced down at the thin brown envelope. nice handwriting.Not just good looking.How could it be a letter from her? Luo Zhi was still concentrating on writing his name, he cleared his throat and asked, "You... a letter from a classmate?"

"Oh." Luo Zhi said absently without raising her eyes. "Couldn't it be a boyfriend." Luo Yang was a little nervous, and felt bored as soon as the words came out. "Boring," Luo Zhi handed the notebook back through the window, "Do you see that the recipient's address on the envelope is written by a boy?" "Oh." There were not many people in the corridor. When Luoyang went upstairs, he heard the footsteps of two people one after the other, so he couldn't help but cleared his throat again. "A good friend from high school?"

"Can you not find a topic? Just squint if you don't have anything to say." Luo Zhi curled her lips. "You dare to be the same as me." Luo Yang sighed again. Forget it, it's all in the past, so why worry about it.He followed Luo Zhi's back and walked slowly towards the end of the corridor. Luo Yang's father is Luo Zhi's second uncle. He is four years older than Luo Zhi. When Luo Zhi was a freshman, he was already a senior. Now he has graduated from Z University for nearly half a year and is working in Beijing.A while ago, I went home and brought some things to Luo Zhi.

Luo Zhi's mother had always had a cold relationship with her grandma's family. When Luo Zhi was five years old, she fell out completely and was kicked out of the house.After grandma passed away, Luo Zhi's mother rushed into the house with her in her arms. It's not that Luo Yang had never met Luo Zhi before that, but he was too young at that time, so he hardly had any memories.When we met again, I couldn't remember her name.That day, the adults cried together around the paralyzed grandfather in the main hall, and Luo Zhi's mother also cried very sadly.Luo Yang suddenly caught a glimpse of the thin and pale girl approaching the body of the grandmother who had been parked on the bed in another room for several hours. Without fear or sadness, she reached out and held her hand.Luo Yang stood at the door with his mouth wide open, watching Luo Zhi touch grandma's pale face again, and calmly said in a crisp childish voice, it's so cool.

Then Luo Zhi turned her head, looked at the stunned Luo Yang, and greeted him with a polite 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 lost her fear. "Why can't you cry?" He was in the fifth grade anyway, and knew how to be a real brother. "Everyone has to cry at the funeral, but I don't know grandma well, so I can't cry." Luo Yang was dumbfounded, feeling like he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. The younger sister just tilted her head and stared at him, then turned around to look at the cooled body.

Many years later, when he thought of Luo Zhi's serious way of saying "I don't know grandma well", he suddenly wanted to laugh, but afterwards, a trace of coolness and sadness filled his heart. He mustered up the courage to go to grandma's side. In fact, I was still a little afraid of this room. Ever since I knelt in front of the bed with the adults and kowtowed, although he kept crying, he never came in.The stiffened and cooled body and face did not look at all like the usual stern-faced grandma. Luo Zhi was obviously still waiting for his answer.Luo Yang turned his ears to listen to the muffled cries in the living room, and couldn't help but feel his nose sore and the corners of his mouth flattened.

"Grandma is very strict and always angry. But she is actually a very nice person. Everyone points to her to make decisions, and everyone relies on her. She...is very good." Some of the answers were irrelevant, and he started to cry for nothing. When he came back to his senses, he found that Luo Zhi was patting him on the back as if to comfort him, smiling at him with clear and bright eyes like a 7-year-old girl, Say, I see. At the funeral, Luo Zhi followed Luo Yang all the time.When the body was saying goodbye in the funeral parlor, all the descendants stood in a row and wept bitterly amidst the mourning music resounding through the hall. The guests lined up and bowed three times in front of the glass hall, while Luo Yang cried and looked at Luo Zhi with understanding—— Without saying a word, she lowered her head deeply, as if by doing so no one would notice her dry eyes.

However, at the last moment, Luo Zhi still raised her head and stared fixedly at the crystal coffin, as if she was thinking about something most important. Luoyang still remembers her unpredictable expression to this day.In fact, the expression is not very scary, it's just that this kind of adult's expression is really a bit weird on a small and exquisite doll. Later, Luo Zhi's mother, that is, Luoyang's fourth aunt, walked around a little more with her father, aunt, and third uncle, but they were still alienated, and her little aunt was like strangers—Luoyang knew that third aunt and little aunt Excessive sarcastic remarks are a very important reason.After the paralyzed grandfather passed away, even the Luoyang family lost contact with the family of the eldest aunt and third uncle. Without the old man, the family fell apart. However, that funeral provided an excellent premise for Luo Yang and Luo Zhi to cultivate their family relationship.The second time Luo Yang saw Luo Zhi was already in his first year of junior high school.In fact, the schools of the two of them are very close to each other. Luo Yang went home with his classmates and saw Luo Zhi walking out of the bookstore.A girl in the third grade of elementary school, holding two copies of Slam Dunk, met his surprised gaze and grinned familiarly. They became quite tacit siblings. Luo Yang often went to Luo Zhi's school to find her after school, and the two of them visited the nearby barbecue stalls and small shops, bought a lot of snacks and sat by the river to eat and chat. A younger sister who had no childhood affection, who was four years younger than him, had no estrangement or generation gap with him.Every time Luoyang thinks of this, it feels amazing. Maybe it's really because boys mature later than girls? Luo Yang has always known that his younger sister has an extremely powerful and rich inner world under her calm appearance—even though he doesn't know anything about this world, and he has no interest in exploring it.He himself has never had much on his mind. When he was young, he was an obedient boy, simple and kind, and it was common for him to be teased and robbed by Luo Zhi. For a while in high school, classmates who didn't know their relationship rumored that Luoyang had a childhood sweetheart girlfriend, and the two of them looked like Guo Jing and Huang Rong when they were together.When Luo Zhi heard about it, she just smiled lightly. "You are quite like Guo Jing. However, our state is more like Guo Jing and Huang Yaoshi who doesn't want to see him." Luo Yang didn't refute, and always forgot with a silly laugh. He is sincerely kind to the people around him, so his popularity has been very good since he was a child, but Luo Yang, a good old man, always knows that only his parents and Luo Zhi can be trusted in the world.Even, he has a good temper just because he doesn't have too many things that really concern him. Luo Yang knew that although Luo Zhi looked indifferent, she was absolutely real and natural in front of him.She can only talk to herself all over the world, eat nonsense, make jokes, laugh when she wants to laugh, kick him when she is unhappy, and keep silent. It's just that he racked his brains, and he really couldn't think of whether this sister had said anything to him about herself.All he knew about her came from the traces of time.But Luo Yang didn't dare to say that he watched Luo Zhi grow up - he always felt that before he met her, Luo Zhi was already finalized.His participation has never been regarded as growth, but more like polishing. Until one day, Luo Yang, who was approaching the college entrance examination and was deeply buried in the sea of ​​questions, and Luo Zhi, who was also in the fourth grade of junior high school, were preparing for the exam together in the study room of the university.He raised his head from the pile of books, looked at the sunshine outside the window, thought of the upcoming college entrance examination, and his mother and father who were arguing a lot because of the factory restructuring and were on the verge of being laid off. For the first time, he felt a little sad and confused about life.He stared at Luo Zhi for a long time, the little sister who knelt with him but didn't shed a single tear, now she is slim and graceful, but she never showed a trace of the melancholy that girls of this age usually have.It seems that she sees the future so clearly and absolutely, she just needs to move forward unhurriedly. Out of nowhere, a question blurted out. "Did you stare at grandma at the funeral, did you want to see something?" Luo Zhi also raised her head from the simulation paper, she didn't seem to be surprised at all, and didn't take the time to think about it, she immediately smiled indifferently and said, "It's nothing. It was just a little strange at the time, why do people feel better after death than when they were alive?" People like it." Luo Yang asked in surprise, "Why...consider this?" It was rare for Luo Zhi to be impatient, and she still said frankly, "All the people I want to hate are either dead or far away from my life, so everyone else is pitying them from the perspective of living people, thinking of their kindness, Only I am still hating, only I have trouble with the dead and feel a little lonely." Luo Yang was speechless, and the piles of review materials under his hand made a rustling sound in the wind, but Luo Zhi lowered his head calmly and continued to read. Who are you hating?His question drifted away with the wind and never came back to his lips.