Dear Diary:

    Can people manipulate their memories?

    If not, where do the self-deception and comfort come from?

    If it is possible, why are we able to remember many important events, but only a few minor details? It was so vivid that she could not ignore it, yet later down the years, the face of the protagonist slowly became blurred.

    Did I really saw him?

    Did I really felt my mother clenched my hands and slowly said: "Luo luo, look, that little boy is their family's child."

    Their Family's child.

    The red flying debris of the firecrackers and the tacky and colourful ribbons floated among the noisy vocals. I didn’t remember any guests, but I always remember vaguely a face of an aunt who leaned over and asked us these little children — is the bride beautiful? Do you want to be a bride in the future?

    Everyone's eagerly said, yes.

    But these insignificant small movements, smells, words, were like a soft hand that gently clenched at my heart. At that time, all the feelings were revived with these minutiae, as if at this moment the soul was still living in the short body, pushed by the crowded guests, struggling through the noisy joy, to piece together a fresh and contradictory world.

    The world in my eyes at that time was still full of chaos and insignificant bits and pieces.

    It's those things that don't matter.

    It is precisely those unimportant things.

    What I haven’t forgotten for so many years, are not those things, but simply that one person.

    ——From Luo Zhi's diary

...Chapter 1 - The Demon in her Heart...

Luo Zhi sat at her desk staring at the blank new diary in front of her.

She did not know how many times she had picked up the pen, and then put it down again. Finally, she decided to write down the date first. It had been a long time since she last wrote.

A while ago, her roommate, Jiang Baili, who was on the phone, suddenly rushed out of the door and left the half-eaten instant noodle cup on the desk. The smell lingered in the dormitory for a long time.

Luo Zhi dumbly stared at the diary, and the odour of the instant noodle became even more pungent.

In this morning, Jiang Baili sat in her bed and drew a tarot card, as a monthly routine, to predict her love fortune. Without a reason, she pushed Lou Zhi to draw one card. Luo Zhi couldn't stand her pestering, so she drew the card and gave it back to her without even looking at the card; lowered her head and continued to read the Dongye Guiwu detective novel.After a while, Luo Zhi suddenly heard someone scream from the bed. "Why won’t you listen to me?”, I said, "Be patient, be patient! Patience is the making of wise counsel!"Luo Zhi raised her head, looked at her languidly and said, “I’ve been forced to transform into a super patient lady since I lived in this dormitory with you."

Jiang Baili had been studying tarot card reading since high school, but her mastery of fate did not seem to change her chaotic life state. She also agreed on this.

"Because you're just waiting for God to save you and forget to change yourself." Luo Zhi thought silently in her mind.

Luo Zhi didn’t believe in fate. She was afraid that she would believe in fate and forget about man-made misfortunes. Man-made misfortunes are hateful and confrontational. What can a man hope when he has believed in fate?

However, what Baili said was not all wrong: “Wise decision needs patience, and patience is indeed necessary."

In fact, no one knew this better than Luo Zhi.

She looked up at her watch. Half an hour has gone by, and she was still fantasizing. The white paper before her eyes was even more dazzling without anything on it.

Suddenly she stood up and the legs of the chair made a shrill wail on the concrete floor. Luo Zhi picked up Baili's bowl carefully to prevent the soup from spilling out and slowly walked to the toilet to empty it.

Then she came back to the room, she opened the windows and doors to air the room. Then she took a deep breath and turned on the lamp again. She finally grabbed the pen and wrote,

"15th September, Sunny.

I met him. But very far. The first sight was of his back. Following it was a large persimmon that descended from the sky."

Two hours ago, she was walking in the school.

In early autumn, Beijing had the best weather of the year, with the hazy sunshine through the red and gold autumn leaves.

She bowed her head as she had done when she was a child, with every step, trying to tread on the cross-mark in the centre of the tiles.

When she was a child, her family had a hard time. In order to make ends meet, her mother worked as a deliverer in the wholesale furniture market. She’d always followed her mother. Unfortunately, she struggled at the back, and her feet ached with bruises.

Her mother looked back at her, her eyes red and aching, but her mouth said, "You try to step on the little cross that is in the middle of the tile at every step of the way."

She tried to follow the rule like a game, forgetting the burning sun above her head, the aching of her feet and the long summer journey really came to an end unconsciously.

Gradually, it became a habit in her life.

All of a sudden, the wind blew and she stopped subconsciously and looked up.

Two or three meters ahead, at the fork in the road, a man came round, walking right in front of her.

Even when everything had changed, it was still the back that she could never mistake in her life: a few restless strands of hair stood on the back of his head, good posture, straight but not pretentious.

When she fell in a daze, a large persimmon suddenly fell from the sky。 Just a meter away, she was almost hit. If she hadn’t stopped right in time, it would have landed right in her head. But Luo Zhi still got splashed by the juice - It was bad, be it the persimmon or her.

He heard it and turned back. At the next moment, Luo Zhi also turned hastily and ran away before his gaze shifted to her.

Even while running, she was wondering whether he would laugh at her or not because of her strange acts.

She kept running, steps by steps up the stairs, pushed open the door of the dormitory, and finally remembered to gasp for breath.

As soon as she calmed down, she changed her coat and trousers. Opening the closet, which was all cold-hue clothes

For her, coloured things were just incongruous.

In no time, she cast her mind back to the day before the college entrance examination. After submitting the medical checkup results to her teacher, she carried her schoolbag, walked along the longest shopping street in the city, reluctant to go home. Along the street, there were a huge number of fashion shops. At that moment, one thing caught into her eyes. It was a dress in a bright yellow colour.

That day she was also in a bad mood. In her schoolbag was a large copy of the past year questions and exercise paper. It represented a challenge invited from the National College Entrance Examination. She was not afraid of the exam, nor was she looking forward and excited about being released from high school life. Luo Zhi was perplexed, moving carefully step by step, after all, was she closer to happiness or farther?

The inexplicable anxiety in her heart could not be extinguished, and she was, as usual, urging herself to be patient and content, but it did not work.

She lingered for a long time, then rushed into the shop, and said vaguely to the listless shopkeeper, to let her try on the skirt. She looked her up and down and got up impatiently.

In the small fitting room, she tried it on with slight expectation to turn out nice. As soon as she opened the door, contradictory to her expectation, she saw a dull, pale-faced girl in the mirror opposite, looking closer, she then saw a timid village girl, with a ten-year-unchanged ponytail against the beauty of this bright yellow dress.

She was overwhelmed with embarrassment, but miraculously calmed her down and said, “You should know who you are, what you should do, and what you should fit into."

She went up to the shop assistant and returned her skirt back. Then took the bus home, sat down at her desk and opened the book and went on with her revision. No one could believe that she would mock herself with a bright yellow dress; a teenage girl who had decided to practice again so hard because of this little yellow dress.

She lay against the pillows with persimmon juice stain, she was too panicky, just as suddenly as she had that day.

She had been too quick to avoid him, but now she could recall the moment clearly just a second before she ran; his eyes were moving from the persimmon to her ankles. At that time, the boy was with a half-smile and a white neck connected to the lower jaw, what a beautiful shape.

Though she thought she felt panicky. How did she see all of this?

Even if she did, why can't she write it down on her diary?In high school, Luo Zhi did write a very thick diary, the diary had only one content and the words only described a person. Somehow she lost it on the day of graduation.

She stopped writing for too long, long enough to forget how to write again, long enough to forget how to describe the beautiful jawline and the smiley surprise that he left in her mind.

She turned her head and fixed her eyes on the mirror, lean back a little, and she saw herself in the mirror: slightly pale skin, sharp jaws, bright eyes that can't bury the beauty of her smile.

It had been so long, so long that she didn't even realize she had not that village girl anymore. Every girl who's buried in high school goes through a change in appearance when she goes to college. Because she seldom kept in touch with her old classmates, she didn’t have to go through the usual pleasantries of the class meeting and heard, "Oh! You've become so pretty." So, she was almost imperceptible about her change.

Her heart was beating too fast; that feeling returned back to her again.

“Now I’m not a village girl anymore, am I?” She thought.

“So some stories, should be the turning point?”

After all, it’s no longer the age where she can subdue demon with a bright yellow dress.

The moment Bai Li pushed the door into the room as usual, Luo Zhi just put away her diary and picked up a pen to continue to calculate mathematics and statistics. A huge noise sounded from behind her, and she used to it so she didn't look back. Bai Li sat on the bed, and she was crying in her breath.

Unable to end the eight o'clock file. Luo Zhi sighed. Girls like Bai Li will always be sad and never give up.

The phone beeps and Bai Li starts dialing.

"I will tell you one last time, I know you are annoyed by me, but I will still say the same thing, tomorrow if you see me walking on the road with a boy talking and laughing, then tell you that he someone I deem as my Brother, would you not care ?! "

Maybe you will care. Luo Zhi fiddled with the nib, but you care about him because of love, he cares about you because you are domineering.

She found that she couldn't concentrate on her homework and listened to Bai Li's phone intermittently, thus thinking of the question intermittently too.

Eavesdropping on others has became a habit of hers.

Luo Zhi read Sherlock Holmes in elementary school, and then began to pay attention to the details of people's shoes, hair and nails around her, from it she judge the career, personality and behavior of the person. But now that she think about it, it's a poor imitation, and she gave up in a week due to the many failures which cause her to lose interest.

However, eavesdropping is a bad nature.

It is easier change mountains and rivers than to alter one's

character—or rather, dogs can’t change to eat shit, she thought.

Luo Zhi only likes to see people from behind. Or because when she first came to know of the world, she saw a prosperous back.

Everyone needs to build a database of the world in their minds, and the content does not necessarily have to come from personal experience. Luo Zhi likes to read the joys and sorrows of others, though this method it avoid messing with her nerves. In many cases, in a passing seconds, the stranger's expression and a piece of dialogue is enough for her to chew with interest for a long time.

Chew the conclusion without asking right or wrong. Anyway, she was neither a magistrate nor a busybody.

Bai Li put down the phone and finally cried out.

"Stop crying, it's been ten minutes." Luo Zhi looked at her watch and said while writing.

"I am unhappy, extend the time today."

Luo Zhi frowned slightly and looked back at her. Bai Li said to her that she should not cry for more than ten minutes every time she cries. "A truly elegant soul is wrapped up with moderate softness and stregth", know when to stop, and conduct oneself well.

Luo Zhi heard the remarks and only smiled from corner of her mouth, and then kindly reminded her again, it has been ten minutes, pay attention to grasp the scale and don’t become disdainful.

Jiang Bai Li has many "women's guidelines", and the small rules of "ten minutes" are just one of them. These and the Tarot cards guide Jiang Bai Li's life.

Although Luo Zhi once questioned, what exactly did those rules do in her life.

"You never pratice."

"Who said, I--"

"Don't give me an example, that is not practice, that is just cosplay."

Luo Zhi remembered that when she went to pour Bai Li's trash bin, she saw some scattered cigarette ash around. She clean it for a long time before finally cleaning it completely. Jiang Baili is not a sturdy girl on the edge, nor does she like smoking, but just that period she suddenly became fascinated by some heroine from a novel. It is a pity that people are smoking on the long bar of the bar under the dim lights, but she herself, while in the middle of practicing, was pitifully thrown out of the dorm by Luo Zhi who just entered the door .

Luo Zhi believes that this failure will not cause trauma to her. After a while, she will pretend it is very painful to quit the smoking addiction and become addicted to playing alcoholism.

There is not much difference between watching Baili and watching TV. The only regret is that she cannot change channels at will. Luo Zhi thought that if there is a remote control, she will immediately turn off the TV.

So Baili's guidelines for women's independence have never been implemented. Every time she cried, she failed to control it within ten minutes, nor did she show any moderate softness and strength, only the despised part gets thoroughly practiced.

However, being despised is often because it is so common that everyone forgets that they will become one of them if they do not pay attention. After all, if most girls see their boyfriend walking on the road with their arms around another girl’s shoulders, yet can still can boldly claim that that is their younger sister, I am afraid they will also shout like Baili "Get out of my world with your sister! "and then plopped on the bed and have a big cry.

Luo Zhi actually can understand her, she likes Belle's honesty. Many people are willing to control them their emotions calmly. But in reality, when they are all alone, aren't they crying on the bed just like her?

Or, like Luo Zhi, who it doesn't seem to care about anything. In fact, the most important thing is face/reputation, and one can even refuse to be honest facing himself.

If she said she likes to live in a dorm with Baii, no one would believe it.

Luo Zhi and Jiang Baili have never taken the usual road on the road of sisterhood. Girls who have just gone to university generally start with a friendly room-like glue, and continue their high school habits. Girls in the same dormitory are scheduled to get up at the same time every day, go to the cafeteria to eat together, and take up seats together in professional classes … slowly everyone's habits and personalities can no longer keep everyone in sync, there may be conflicts, or may not, most of the dorms finally return to their own individual habits.

Therefore, the eccentricity of their dorms became famous as early as freshman.

Before the freshman midterm exam, the girl in the dormitory next door forgot to bring the key, knocked on the door and asked Luo Zhi if she could sit in their dormitory for a while, as she waited for her roommate to come back and open the door. Luo Zhi invited her into the door and asked her to sit at the desk, then sat on the bed and picked up her notebook and looked at something seriously. The silent scene lasted for a while, the girl felt embarrassed, and finally brought up a few warm-up topics with a smile, the responses were all "oh" "ok" "yes", she did not know the style of Luo Zhi, So she didn't know if she should be frightened or angry.

While she was thinking in her mind, the door opened suddenly, Jiang Baili rushed in, brought in a gust of wind, and made a loud noise with the "Bang" behind her.

"What else do you have to say?" She yelled into her cell phone and completely ignored the extra person in the dormitory.

After a few seconds, the phone was thrown on the table, and it rumbling a few times before stopping. The slightly longer phone chain became tangled with the fuselage. The owner just climbed to the upper bunk and cried on the bed in an exaggerated posture. A gust of wind caused the edge of the sheet to flutter a few times with the bangs of the girl sitting below.

The girl sitting at the table can already be described as pale, she looked at Luo Zhi inquiringly, and Luo Zhi did not lift her eyelids from beginning to end.

Looking at that expression, sher must have been angered by Jiang Baili. The relationship between these two people must be so stiff, which is so unlike our dormitory … The girl's psychological activity hasn't complete, Baili suddenly raised her head, with a nasal voice in her breath and Say aloud, "Let's play some music."

Luo Zhi slowly raised her head to look at the bed board above her head and said softly, I was watching One Piece.

"Then make a sound, please!"

Luo Zhi unplugged the headphones, and the dormitory was immediately filled with Japanese language. The exaggerated dialogue entered her ears, Luo Zhi, who was immersed in the show with an expressionless and serious face, lay on the top of the Baili like a zombie …

The girl heard the footsteps in the hallway and quickly stood up and said," Sorry for disturbing, my roommate has came back."

Luo Zhi nodded and did not forget to smile politely, saying, goodbye, "by the way, help me to take the door to the door. I am too lazy to move."

In the hallway, I could hear girls exaggeratingly exhale, saying, "You finally came come back. I was in their dormitory just now, those two are too strange …"

Luo Zhi heard, her mouth slightly raised.

If you have a baby, hide it. she thinks. If "The Strange Duo" get well-known, there will lesser trespasser who love to come for gossips.

Baili suddenly raised her head, after crying for a long time, it made her voice dull, as if she had a cold. "Luo Zhi, is your laptop open, can you play some music?"

Whenever Belle is sad, she is particularly afraid of being quiet. In her own words, it takes courage to live with a person like Luo Zhi, a "still life sketch".

Luo Zhi swiped twice on the touch screen of the computer with her fingertips, and waited for the dormant computer screen to light up, and chose a playlist. The music that sounded was actually "Light Cavalry", and she couldn't help grinning silently. This scene is really not in harmony.

In the music class in elementary school, the teacher will always play a famous song to let everyone actively speak about what this music describes. Her answer always differs from the standard answer by a thousand and eighty miles, which makes her class leader, who is always so enthusiastic to answer, lose face. However, it is ridiculous that she always believes in her "talent" in musical appreciation.

Horse Cavalry" is probably the only famous song whose main theme has not been misunderstood by Luo Zhi, perhaps because the composer wrote the melody too plainly. In junior high school, she served as the vice representative of the violin in the City Student Orchestra. When rehearsing this tune, they performed one of the classic passages back and forth for the first violin, the second violin and the viola part together. The temporary conductor is a small The famous Beijing musician praised Luo Zhi by name -------- so the right violin head representative ignored about her for a week.

It was a small and famous amateur student band in the country. It used to provide free placements for primary school and junior high school selection and five points for junior high school exams for the selection of musicians. It attracted a large number of talented children and their parents. Of course, it also attracts a large number of well-off parents and their children.

Luo Zhi naturally belongs to the former. It is her being boastful, but simply ------ because she is clearly not the latter.

This is also the reason why she can be vice representative, but vice representative is the highest she can go.

But now thinking about it, head representative was just a pure junior high school kid. She couldn't lose face, so she stare at her with a cold face ------it is better than a smiling tiger anyway.

Luo Zhi thoughts wandered far before coming back to reality.

She found that Jiang Baili brought a trace of vitality back to her panic. It’s still that scene that repeated many times: She still need to listen to music whenever she is crying, and when she is immersed in her joys and sorrows, her best roommate rarely disturbs her. There are still fluorescent lights dangling on my head, everything never changed.

She glanced at the new diary protruding a little above the bookshelf and smiled lightly.

An accident means nothing. No need to panic.

This small room with frequent crying and phone quarrels is actually a quiet place. She has never had such a quiet space since the day she entered elementary school.

Just go on like this, she thought, the so-called secular stability, but so be it.

The next afternoon, Luo Zhi picked up a transparent document bag with a copy of the registration form and transcripts, and went out to apply for a double degree in the office building of the Law School.

She walked forward along the path, always paying attention to the persimmon above her head, and finally reached the sunny open area. Many bicycles came and went on the road, then she suddenly heard the exclamation of the girls around her, and looked in the direction of everyone's gaze ----- a boy was riding a bicycle slowly, without a handlebar, holding a Master Kang noodle bucket in one hand and a fork in the other. Ride while eating, leisurely and steadily advancing at a uniform speed not far in front of Luo Zhi. The slow speed convinced Luo Zhi that it is not that he didn't have time to eat, but just being a SHOWOFF.-

Every time he passed a pedestrian, he asked with a smile on his face: "Have you eaten, want a taste? Master Kang, this is the taste!" A group of sneaky boys not far behind took pictures with a mobile phone video. Luo Zhi was more certain that he had lost his bet so he did such a thing.

She thought so and laughed. The boy turned back and saw a pair of smiling eyes, and his hand slipped, noodles sprayed all over his body.

His little brothers clapped their hands together. Luo Zhi grinned awkwardly and quickly escaped from the scene.

She walked too quickly, and when she looked up, she found that she had deviated from the direction of the law school and walked to the small supermarket in front of the office building in Dongmen. She suddenly felt a little thirsty, so she went in to buy water.

Just like that she saw Sheng Huainan.

Luo Zhi even looked up at the hypothetical persimmon tree in fear at that moment.

A person who seldom seen, suddenly apprears frequently within two consecutive days. She knows that it must be that God's little finger is starting to provoke trouble-whether it is a blessing or a curse, if it is a curse she cannot escape.

It was the third time I saw him for a whole year in college. They grabbed the same bottle of afternoon tea ------- in fact Luo Zhi grabbed it deliberately. She didn't know where the guts came from. In short, she reached out without thinking. However, Sheng Huainan just let out an apology and let go, grabbing another bottle. When she panicked and smiled and said "It's okay", he had turned and walked towards the payment office. She didn't even hear his apology, but just logically judged that it should be a "sorry."

It turned out he didn't know her. He really don't know.

(illa: Cries my heart broke for our Luo Zhi)

When she was in high school, she quietly speculated in her heart for three years, and guessed what the other party thought of her. After all, she always thought she was a not big and not small famous person — until this day, she finally got the answer.

What famous person, she was only a person name.

She grinned at the freezer, couldn't grin, then grinned again, and finally laughed.

But this may be a special day, and she greeted him for the first time—although she was facing his back.

The cashier shook her finger in front of her eyes before she recovered and hurriedly handed out the black tea in her hand.

The bottle of black tea was her closest contact with him in her lifetime, but there was no description in the literary and artistic works such as "He has a cool finger and a dry touch when he brushed the back of my hand"--- her brain is blank and she can’t recall anything.

The black tea couldn't be opened for a long time, even all the way till she walked to the front of the law school building. Her left and right palms were red, and her right hand was stamped with a thin vertical strip of the bottle cap.

It was three o'clock when she finished the formalities from the law school. She loved this time, the sun was shining but not dazzling. Luo Zhi looked at the black tea in her hand as she walked, and then raised her head, and her ghost went back to the supermarket in front of the office building in Dongmen.

Do ghost hit a wall? She smiled dumbly and accidentally glanced in the direction of the doorway. At one glance, she saw a girl in a red jacket and black ponytails. She was very beautiful, and it was difficult not to pay attention to.

Even more striking is the people around her.

Because of "ghost hitting the wall" Luo zhi revealed a self-deprecating smile on her face.

Sheng Huainan, wearing a V-neck black cashmere sweater, hands in his pockets, expressionlessly faced the girl, stood on the steps. The girl grabbed his sleeve and didn't know what to say, watching her movement looks as if she could not stand still.

This is really a ghost hitting the wall, after going in circle, she saw him again.

Luo Zhi felt suffocated for a moment, and then took a deep breath without any hesitation. She walked over, lowered her head and pretended not to see the good show in front, and bump into the girl’s shoulder on the crowded steps, and then raised her head. Gave shocked face and say, "Oh, I'm so sorry."

She must be crazy. what is she doing?

Sheng Huainan quickly instinctively replied at this time: "Luo Zhi?"

Before Luo Zhi nodded in surprise, Sheng Huainan immediately smiled and said to the girl: "My classmates and I have something to discuss, please go back first."

It was obvious that the girl’s self-esteem holding onto Sheng Huainan’s cuff was withdrawn when another female appeared. She paused, controlled her expression, and said with a smile: “Well, let ’s talk about it later, as for senior Brother Chen’s form I sent it to you too. "

It is estimated that the preface of this sentence does not match the postscript, Sheng Huainan's face appeared a trace of embarrassment. The girl turned away, her slightly raised head with a little natural arrogance, her gaze did not deviate towards Luo Zhi.

Luo Zhi looked back at Sheng Huainan after she walked away and smiled and said, "Oh, that, no wonder … Ha, shouldn't you thank me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to bite her tongue down. Calm down, Luo Zhi, what's wrong with you? Calm down!

Sheng Huainan looked a little surprised, but Luo Zhi was very happy to see that the other party did not choose to act blur, but nodded generously and said, "Then please let me treat you to coffee. Thank you."

This is Sheng Huainan.

So she can't panic.

Luo Zhi nodded her head: "Then I shall accept it."

It just that she doesn't seem to feel very happy.

Perhaps its because of her long-awaited first encounter with him, was too fake and too pretentious .

Don't think about it, she tells herself while walking, just take it as opportunity goes to people who are prepared ----- her preparation time, was indeed too long.

She followed his steps decisively, turned too quickly and hit the passerby, she hurriedly apologized, lowered her head to brush up her hair, and touched her left earlobe with her fingers, it was hot until scary.

Luo Zhi was a bit cautious while sitting in the cafe. She push back her hair with her fingers, kept her back straight, and felt as if she was a little stiff, moved her buttocks, and finally found a relaxed posture on the soft leather sofa. After finishing this set of movements, she hurriedly raised her head and smiled at him, but what she saw was that Sheng Huainan staring aimlessly at the teacup pad on the table.

Luo Zhi's smile froze on her face. She felt a little embarrassed and immediately tilted her head to avoid the dazzling sunlight coming from the side.

I can't break the silence with my brain. At this time, what should she say? It’s not that no one has chased her before, and it’s not that she has never chat and eat with boys, but at the moment, the one opposite was Sheng Huainan.

It was Sheng Huainan.

All of this came too suddenly, which was really unexpected, even though she caused it upon herself.

Sheng Huainan recovered from his wandering spirit, and said with ease, "Yes, do you … know me? My name is Sheng Huainan."

He introduced himself to her. He introduced himself to her for the third time in this lifetime.

The first time was too long ago, she dared not look back.

The second too formal and official, but not just to her only.

It was the 88th anniversary celebration of the second year of high school. As a student representative, he took the floor to speak on behalf of the school students. Self-introduction said: "Hello everyone, my name is Sheng Huainan, from the second grade (3)."

At all the stylized and lengthy opening ceremonies from the elementary school to the present, the student representatives mechanically presented pre-written manuscripts, but only this sentence could not be forgotten in Luo Zhi's heart. She who was standing on the side stage and could not see the the owner of the voice, and the youthful and deep voice sounded unexpectedly in her ear. She grabbed the railing next to her in a panic, raised her breath gently, and then lowered her head in the excitement. Despite this, her face was still calm and expressionless.

"I know you." She nodded.

"Really?"

Should she continue to say how she know him? Say he is very talented and famous, everyone knows him? It would be strange that he would be happy to listen to such annoying words.

Sheng Huainan seems to have nothing to say after giving an opening speech, but it seems that he did not find this kind of scene uncomfortable, nor did he bother to find a topic, but just looked leisurely out of the window, his leisure and Luo Zhi's pretentious just now formed a sharp contrast.

The moment of leisurely stabed Luo Zhi, the faint pain for so many years became sharp at this moment. How long more do you want to be afraid?

She put her cup down and cleared her throat, saying, "I heard of you in high school, but I rarely saw you. Many people around me are like this. They know the person's name, but never the person. However, you are really quite famous. Whenever you pass by, I will hear people shouting 'Look, it's Sheng Huainan' ---- so I know you. "

Sheng Huainan smiled, showing good teeth, and said, "Yeah, I am also like this. In the same school for three years, always see a familiar face, and sometimes even start a conversation because of this. For example, if you step on the other person’s foot on the bus, if you don’t have any change, you will borrow a bit from a schoolmate who looks familiar, or … "

"Or accidentally sprinkled on the other party in the cafeteria while fetching water, no discord, no concord." Luo Zhi connected, she saw Sheng Huainan's leisurely expression stiff there, which was all in her expectation.

No discord, no concord. Just like you and your ex-girlfriend.

This sentence is more lethal to Sheng Huainan than Luo Zhi imagined.

She didn't know why she said that, knowing that it might offend him. However, when she spoke, seeing his reaction, she suddenly felt a little bit happy, secretly happy, and her revenge succeeded.

What revenge? Because just now he is more free and at ease than herself?

Luo Zhi could not tell clearly.

It seemed that another Luo Zhi was floating in the air, while another was gritting her teeth in a grudge against Sheng Huainan, and sneering in embarrassment at Luo Zhi's pretentiousness.

She rubbed the coffee cup in her hand, her thoughts drifting further and further away