Chapter 86: ?Ungained and lost

The final exam is approaching when the heat is steaming.
The first exam this semester is the political exam. Luo Zhi didn't go to the library to join in the fun, stayed quietly in the dormitory, memorized the materials for a while, and watched the American drama for a while.
The computer made a "ding" sound, and the private mailbox indicated that it had received a new mail, which came from Zheng Wenrui.
To be precise, this is a forwarded e-mail. The sender of the original email was Ye Zhanyan and the recipient was Sheng Huainan, which was forwarded by Zheng Wenrui to Luo Zhi.
The entire e-mail has only one audio attachment and no subject.
The audio download was slow, Luo Zhi stood up and picked up the Coke bottle by the window sill, and watered the jasmine that Jiang Baili bought last month. She had predicted that Jiang Baili's work and rest and habits were definitely not suitable for raising anything with vitality. Unexpectedly, Jiang Baili would never stay up all night to stay in bed again, and even this pot of jasmine was moved to bloom.
An elegant and mellow aroma.
She sat back in her seat, and the audio was poking right into the center of the computer desktop. She didn't wear headphones, just turned the speaker volume up, and double-clicked the icon to start listening.
The beginning was Ye Zhanyan's own voice, telling about her mother's early death and father's absence. It was the recording of the last time I met Luo Zhi. Luo Zhi was surprised.
"... When I was in the second grade of elementary school, my dad was teaching Chinese painting at an art academy in Beijing, and he got together with a female classmate and lied to others to say that he was widowed. When it came here, my grandmother thought he was going to take his crazy daughter to The granddaughter threw them all at her, and she was so angry that she went straight to Beijing... That girl was Sheng Huainan's aunt..."
What is Ye Zhanyan going to do? Luo Zhi listened patiently, frowning.
"But why did you call me out on purpose?"
Luo Zhi finally heard her own voice in the audio, but couldn't tell what was weird, but unfortunately she could not remember the original words clearly.
"I hope you can help me tell this to Huainan. I can't say it myself. Ding Shuijing told him that you threw my breakup letter. I called him, and he never asked me about that letter. What was written on it. Although it was a non-existent letter, he still rejected it. He will not uphold justice for me."
When Luo Zhi heard this, he finally understood Ye Zhanyan's intentions.
"Actually, Sheng Huainan and I have long been impossible... I just want to give you another chance, please tell him what the hardships were that you broke your faith and didn't convey to me back then."
This passage did not appear when they met. With the courage of Ye Zhanyan, he did not dare to reverse the black and white in front of Luo Zhi. It should be a supplementary recording.
Luo Zhi continued to listen with a cold expression.
"Can you help me tell this to Huainan? I can't say it myself."
"Ok."
The editing is wonderful. When Luo Zhi heard this, he even wanted to applaud this audio festival.
She closed the program and re-examined the e-mail.
Zheng Wenrui only forwarded it today, but Ye Zhanyan's original email was actually sent just after the two of them met during the winter vacation in February. Luo Zhi suddenly remembered that Ye Zhanyan had said to her before leaving, that there would be no guarantee that she would not be framed again.
It really does what it says.
In the email five months ago, Sheng Huainan never asked about Luo Zhi, nor did he show a trace of suspicion and wavering.
Luo Zhi's heart was as warm as it was soaked in warm lemonade, but it was sour.
However, she didn't understand why Zheng Wenrui would forward her a long-standing complaint letter at this time, and it was even more strange how she got this email.
Just like a year ago, how could Zheng Wenrui act like a prophet. When she was carrying a secret, she would come out halfway to find her for a drink. Is everything really just a coincidence?
Luo Zhi dialed Zheng Wenrui's phone. As soon as the other party picked up, she heard a subway station announcement in the background. Her voice saying "Hello" was swallowed by the loud wind when the train was running at high speed.
"I received the mail. Can you tell me what's going on?"
Zheng Wenrui chuckled and explained in a flat tone:
"Ye Zhanyan came to find me and said that her emails were completely overwhelming. Sheng Huainan didn't answer her phone calls at all. Other buddies helped to bring conversations. Sheng Huainan was very disgusted. He asked me to ask me to listen to the news when I was completely gone. It's all to this point. Her attitude is still very aggressive, and she doesn't say what the content of the email is. So I only told her that Sheng Huainan didn't use the high school mailbox long ago. She sent it wrong. And I immediately registered. A Sina email address very similar to Sheng Huainan’s email address told her to try again. So I received the email.
"Of course, after listening to the recording, I thought it was really interesting, so I called Sheng Huainan. If I remember correctly, it happened to be New Year's Eve. I called him many times before he picked it up. I got used to it. Sheng Huainan scolded me and Ye Zhanyan for mental illness on the phone, saying that he deleted the email without reading it, so that we can do it for ourselves in the future, otherwise we will scold once."
"How is it, Luo Zhi, is it refreshing to hear?"
Luo Zhi looked down and asked: "Why did you send me such a long email today?"
Zheng Wenrui did not reply for a long time, and Luo Zhi could only hear the wind of the subway.
"There is no reason. He treats you sincerely, as long as you know it in your heart."
The phone hung up rudely.
Luo Zhi held the phone for a while, then, not sure how many times it was, dialed Sheng Huainan's number.
Shut down.
She knew that he was safe. For more than a week, she also inquired about the situation at his home in various ways, and worked with classmates in his dormitory to help him get all the homework and sign-in for professional courses and other compulsory and optional courses...
He just doesn't contact her.
Luo Zhi changed his phone to a new phone and adjusted the vibration to ringing. But he calls from the future.
Luo Zhi stared at the computer and the audio file on the desk, and suddenly wanted to pull his hand, stand on tiptoe and rub his hair, then buried the whole person in his arms, breathing heavily without washing it clean. The fragrance of washing powder.
She had him before, and suddenly felt that compared to this moment, she seemed to be happier when she didn't know him; jealousy was better than remorse, and a burning possessiveness was better than a blank stare.
She would rather not get it if she can't get it and has lost it.
On the morning of the political exam, Luo Zhi heard the birds screaming happily outside the window at 5:30, with a hint of arrogant noise in his ears. She sat up, listened in confusion, and found a little bit of long-lost happiness in the natural chaotic beauty.
Carrying breakfast into the crowd, the main road from the dormitory area to the teaching area is full of students rushing to take the exam. As she listened to the song, she walked forward with empty eyes. At the moment when a couple in front of her staggered, she saw a boy in a gray shirt.
A few strands of hair raised slightly on the back of his head, straight shoulders, a black schoolbag carried by one hand, and the same white headphones as hers.
Luo Zhi looked confused and adjusted his steps silently. From the space between the lovers, he saw the figure appearing and disappearing repeatedly.
For some reason, she didn't have the urge to follow, but just followed calmly but in a trance, step by step back three years ago, a sea of ​​high school uniforms, under the cover of so many backs, she did not squint and looked greatly. Staring at the same person squarely, as if flowers were blooming on his back.
Luo Zhi walked forward wearily, walking slowly like this, slowly recalling that the crowd was turbulent, and the road seemed to be unable to walk. The belated email urged her to go over and urged her to take his hand, but when she recovered, she was already standing in the lobby of the science teaching building, watching him walk through the atrium. In the elevator dedicated to faculty, step by step away from the crowd rushing to the examination room.
Where are you going?
She was puzzled, her eyes moved up, and she saw the large information screen hanging high in the middle of the lobby.
The notice of "Serious Exam Style and Discipline" was scrolled on the information display screen. She saw the words "Sheng Huainan" followed by the student number and department, in a list of names of people who had seriously violated disciplines and disqualified their bachelor degree qualifications. Appeared again and again.
The bright red square font stung her eyes, as if many years ago, she wrote one by one on the top of the score distribution table: "Sheng Huainan, 921.5 points."
Crowds rushed into the teaching building in batches and scattered to their respective examination rooms, as if an overwhelming torrent. She was the only one standing there, raising her head, watching like a fool with tears in her face, like a lone rock in the torrent, resisting and unable to move.