"Orange gives birth to Huainan" Luo Zhisheng gave birth to Huainan.

The story is simple. A girl and a boy, the relationship between their family and their elders is very tangled since childhood (no incest, thank you), but the boy has been kept in the dark. Only the girl herself, in the long and difficult years of growing up, first silently competed with others, and later fell in love with him secretly … Does it sound like Cinderella's secret love story? Unfortunately, I'm not the Brothers Grimm, and I don't write fairy tales. If you see this story, please accept my slow fever and don't dwell on the result-did they get together later? Oranges are born in Huainan and oranges are born in Huaibei. It takes a long time for Luo Zhi to understand that it takes time and tolerance to overcome the sour growth and surrender his demons for many years, and it needs to warm his own strength, which has nothing to do with Huai River and Huai River. Content Label: Have a soft spot for the rainy season in the flower season Search keywords: protagonist:, supporting roles of Sheng Huainan: Ye, Jiang Belle, Zhang, Luo Yang, Ding Others: unrequited love, first love, growth, second love.

Wedge devil

The air in the room is not circulating. Belle picked up the phone and rushed out the door. The paper bucket of instant noodles she had eaten was placed on the table and the taste lingered for a long time. Luo Zhi stayed in his seat, staring at the brand-new blank notebook in front of him, with his pen on the paper and his cap hanging aside for a long time. I don't know how many times she picked up the pen, but finally decided to write down the date first-as a result, all her strokes were astringent and could not be written, leaving only a few embarrassing dry ink gravure prints on the white paper. ? It's been too long. ? I can't write it. ? She is still a little distracted. The more she is in a daze, the more pungent the taste of instant noodles becomes. I just put up with it for a long time, but I still can't get used to it It is estimated that when I go out for a while, others can smell my own braised beef noodles. ? Just like cleaning the dry toilet, you can smell an unpleasant smell on your way to work. ? She still remembers that when she was in primary school, the whole school ushered in a health inspection, and her class was unfortunately assigned to clean the toilet. At that time, most primary schools were outdoor dry toilets, with flies flying around and stinking. The girls stood at the door with brooms, mop buckets and the like, wriggling and unwilling to go in. She, the monitor, and another girl, the Labor Committee, "set an example" and were the first to rush in. After inspecting the situation, the Labor Committee stood at the door with her hands akimbo and proudly shouted to the girls who blocked their noses with red scarves: "Come in!" " ? At this time, a little girl asked timidly, don't you two feel smelly? ? Luo Zhi was speechless, but the labor committee member with a loud voice said cheerfully that it is good to get used to it, and the red scarf can't stop it. It is better to get used to it and save suffering! ? Patience is a great wisdom. ? Just like yesterday, when her roommate Jiang Belle sat on the bed and picked up the tarot card for her "monthly calculation" from high school, she was asked to draw one anyway. Luo Zhi put the card back on the bed without reading it, and continued to look down at Keigo Higashino's detective stories. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly he heard screams coming from his ears. "Did you hear that? I said, in short, you are patient, patient and good at waiting, and you are wisdom! " ? "Luo Zhi looked up and glanced at her lazily. I put up with you for a long time and waited for a long time, but you still didn't move out. It seems that smart people are really extraordinary. " ? What Belle shouted later, she has completely forgotten. Jiang Belle began to carefully plan her luck and taboos from high school, but in her eyes, she seems to have never changed and her life is still embarrassing. ? Luo Zhi doesn't believe in fate. She was afraid that she believed in natural disasters and forgot man-made disasters. Because man-made disasters can be hated and confronted, and God's will cannot be violated. If she believes in fate, what hope does she have? ? However, there is a saying that Belle is right. It is wise to be good at waiting, and patience is indeed necessary. ? No one knows this better than Luo Zhi. She looked up at her watch. It was half an hour before she realized that she was still thinking. ? The white paper in front of me is more and more dazzling. ? She suddenly stood up. The chair screeched when I got up. There is a concrete floor in the room, and a slight friction with the legs of the chair will make a brake-like groan. Their dormitory is very small, with a bunk bed on the left side of the windowsill and Luo Zhi in the lower berth; On the right is a combined cabinet consisting of two desks and bookshelves side by side. There is a wardrobe and a glove box on the left and right near the door. ? Luo Zhi carefully picked up Bell's noodle bowl and went to the toilet to dump it. He went back to his room and opened the doors and windows to ventilate. Then he cleaned the paper towels that Belle threw all over the floor last night, emptied the trash can, washed his hands, and finally turned on the lamp. ? Finally, I grabbed a pen and drew a few strokes on calculus paper until I drew fluent handwriting. ? " September 15, sunny? I met him. Far away, the first sight is the back. The second eye is a big persimmon falling from the sky. " ? Then the pen tip just stopped on the last hook of the "Zi", and when it reacted, it had spread out into a blue dot. Two hours ago, she was walking in Beiyuan, the school. ? The weather in early autumn is really good. It is rare for Beijing to have such mild weather. ? There are mottled shadows on the ground. With her head down, she walked as seriously as when she was a child, making sure to step on the cross in the middle of the floor tile at every step-when she was a child, she went to the underground clothing city with her mother to deliver bags to others. My mother walked ahead and couldn't keep up, and her ankles and calves were sore. My mother looked back at her, her eyes were red and full of love, but she said, every step you take, try to step on the small one in the middle of the floor tile. She tried to follow the rules like a game, and the long road in late autumn really reached her destination unconsciously. ? Suddenly the wind blew, and she subconsciously stopped and looked up. ? A person turned a corner at the fork in the road five meters ahead, just ahead of her. ? Even if I change my coat, I will never admit my mistake in my life. One or two hairs on the back of the head stand uncomfortably, with a straight posture and a slightly higher head, so as not to appear to put on airs. ? While she was staring, a big persimmon suddenly fell steadily, passed by her eyes and hit less than half a meter ahead. If it didn't stop just now, it should be in the middle of the head. However, its body is still covered with dirty juice-very sad, whether it is persimmon or her. ? The person in front heard the ugly "yum" sound of persimmon landing and turned around. Luo Zhi quickly moved his eyes to his face and ran away. ? As I ran, I was still thinking absently, would he laugh? ? The first time she showed him her back, it turned out to be like this. She kept running, running, two steps upstairs, pushed open the dormitory door, and then remembered to gasp. ? After a while, I calmed down and changed my terrible coat and pants. When I opened the wardrobe, I saw a gloomy and cold tone. ? It's not that she doesn't like colors. It's just disharmony ? Before the college entrance examination, they collectively had a physical examination in the designated hospital in the city center in the third grade, and then they disbanded and went home. Luo Zhi gave his physical examination form with a lot of red stamps to the teacher sitting at the door, took up his schoolbag and walked along the longest commercial street in their city, not wanting to go home. Before the college entrance examination, all kinds of complicated things were completed again, she thought, and high school was coming to an end. ? I looked up and saw a bright yellow dress with suspenders hanging in the window of a small shop looking for clothes. That gorgeous bright yellow. ? Wearing a skirt with suspenders in May is like a notice of summer arrogance. ? She was in a bad mood that day. Inside the schoolbag are the simulation questions and practice papers of the big book, and the college entrance examination is getting closer and closer. She is not afraid, just wondering whether she is closer to happiness or farther away, and her inexplicable anxiety can't be extinguished. Let her convince herself to be patient and behave as usual, but it's no use. ? She rushed into the shop and put on a suspender skirt in the fitting room. As soon as I opened the door of the fitting room, I saw the mirror opposite. Byakki Smoker's expression was dull and his face was dim. His old ponytail, which has remained unchanged for more than ten years, is bright yellow and looks 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. "Just those empty truths suddenly became very convincing in front of the village girl in the mirror. She changed her clothes, went home, opened her books and went on reviewing. Rao is so, and no one can believe that someone will satirize himself with a bright yellow dress with suspenders. A teenage girl is practicing perseverance like an ascetic. But Luo Zhi has always been good at it. ? It seems a little different this time. ? She fled back to the dormitory with a dirty persimmon juice, as flustered as that day. ? I forget what books I have read. God moves his little finger, and a person's fate may turn sharply. As for why he moves his little finger ... maybe it's just that he feels itchy. It's like when Luo Zhi was bored, he raised his foot and ran to kill a little ladybug crawling on the ground. There is no reason.