Ren Zihua listened to half of what Liu Luo said, but not to the other half. His seemingly dull eyes were gradually filled with anger, distress and regret.
Looking at Li Qin, who was laughing happily with the boys at the same table, he felt extremely uncomfortable, and the air seemed to be filled with a suffocating smell.
While Li Qin was having an affair with him, she had already dated another boy. This was a ridiculous thing that Ren Zihua had never thought of. He once naively thought that he alone enjoyed the tenderness of this touching girl, but he never thought that he only enjoyed the tip of the iceberg of tenderness in a humble way. Looking at the handsome boy, he vaguely thought of something from his distant memories.
He thought of the end-of-school awards ceremony once held by the school. During the assembly, Li Qin, who was in the same class, stood in the upper left corner of him. That was actually only in the second semester of the second year of high school, but in the eyes of Ren Zihua, it was already a bit too far away. Because in the days since then, he absurdly thought that he had the most taboo and attractive fruit of youth - he thought that he had love, which made time no longer something that he could easily feel. .
During the award ceremony, Li Qin turned in his direction more than two or three times, which may have caused the shy boy to misunderstand something.
Now in the new world, Ren Zihua suddenly realized, oh, it turns out that she had been looking at the boy in the square next to me, the handsome guy who was dining at the same table with Li Qin at the moment.
Liu Luo had already eaten in big mouthfuls. When he saw Ren Zihua hadn't moved his chopsticks yet, he followed his gaze curiously.
"I asked you why you were so careless about eating, but it turns out you were looking at that girl Li Qin again." Liu Luo said casually without caring, so scared that Ren Zihua immediately threw himself over the table and covered his mouth.
"What are you doing? It's not something shameful." Liu Luo wiped Ren Zihua's hand away, "You kid are still planning to hang someone up?"
This sentence touched Ren Zihua's pain point again, and he was speechless for a moment.
During the ambiguous days with Li Qin, the brothers around him, including Liu Luo, thought that the reason why their relationship had not progressed was because of Ren Zihua, and even thought that he was hanging on to others.
"I didn't hang her."
"I know what you are thinking, but you are about to graduate now. There is no need. If you don't take action, you won't have a chance." Liu Luo is so slow that he hasn't noticed the boy next to Li Qin yet. Speaking, Ren Zihua's eyebrows almost came together, and he was expressing his dissatisfaction with the lowered corners of his mouth, signaling Liu Luo to stop talking.
From that moment on, or perhaps from some time more distantly, he felt that something shining in his heart began to fragment. He even clearly heard the thin sound of the metal breaking.
In the eyes of others, and in the eyes of his classmates, Ren Zihua has a pretty good appearance that may easily attract women. Maybe it is this objective factor that will never be ranked first in relationships that makes people misunderstand something. Some people even absurdly believe that Ren Zihua has never been with Li Qin because he may be very ambitious and has an arrogant personality. But perhaps no one will ever know how inferior Ren Zihua's inner inferiority complex is like a bloodthirsty beast at this moment. Biting madly at his own soul that was twisted and deformed by loneliness.
He didn't want to and couldn't tell Liu Luo the truth to shut him up. Doing so would only make him feel extremely ashamed.
Perhaps he had already decided to keep this matter in his heart. Bury this lonely parting, this unspeakable heartache, this long-destined loss that no one cares about forever in the bottom of his heart, just like he did in the past when facing suffering.
His brothers, friends and even family members will never be able to feel his sadness, pain and confusion.
As a man's last self-esteem, he always dares to keep those things to himself.
