Chapter 2 Rebirth 04
I never thought that Leng Zimo would chase after me, never.
That pure and clean boy, once again, stood in front of me, took off his shirt, wearing only a tight vest, and wrapped the shirt around my waist with his bare chest, trying to cover up my ugliness like he did when we first met.
At that moment, I stood there, my body stiff, letting Leng Zimo do whatever he wanted. My sore eyes were fixed on the focused profile of the boy who was gradually growing into a man. Looking at the beautiful swirl in the middle of his short black hair, I suddenly felt my heart hit hard. A long-suppressed sense of helplessness came over me like a tidal wave, swallowing me up in an instant. I swallowed hard and said bitterly, "Leng Zimo, I haven't eaten yet. I don't know how long I ran just now. The instructor said I had finished the 3,000-meter run a long time ago. I am tired and thirsty now, and my legs are so weak that I am about to collapse. I want to change my sanitary napkin, but I don't have one."
God knows why I suddenly remembered that person's name, and God knows why I said those words to Leng Zimo. I just suddenly felt very wronged and uncomfortable, and my heart was suffocating. I urgently wanted to find someone to rely on, and wanted to hear someone say to me: "Don't hold on, I'll support you if you fall!"
In less than three months, my 18 years of happy life was ruined. I was actually very sad, and I really wanted to drink like my mom to vent. But I couldn't, because reality wouldn't allow me to fall. What would happen to my mom if I fell? No matter how cowardly or unbearable she was, she was still my mom! Without my dad, I only had my mom! Even if she didn't care about me, I still couldn't bear to leave her!
So I could only suppress myself desperately. No matter how painful the wound was, I would not say a word. No matter how harsh the insults from others were, I would keep smiling. I would not complain about being tired, suffering, or crying. But at this moment, Leng Zimo's little action of covering my shame made me feel all the bitterness of this period come flooding back. I was so foolish to say these words to a person I barely knew.
I regretted it right after I said it. My head was really broken. Who is Leng Zimo to me? Why should I complain to him?
Sure enough, Leng Zimo's body trembled violently as if he was struck by lightning. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me in a daze.
When I met those clear, dark eyes, I was immediately ashamed. I turned my head away and laughed dryly, "I was just kidding you. Look how scared you are!"
Leng Zimo was stunned for a moment. I lowered my head and couldn't see his face. I thought his expression wouldn't be very good. It would be either disgust, ridicule, or impatience. Worse still, he would think I was unreasonable and a psychopath.
"Well...thank you for the clothes! I haven't returned the one I bought you last time. How about I buy you two more someday? I won't bother you now. Just do your thing. I'm leaving now."
I couldn't stand this weird atmosphere, so I was the first to break the silence, smiling at Leng Zimo like a fool, waving my hand and preparing to say "goodbye". I was stunned, and my hand in mid-air was pulled down, and then I felt a chill on my wrist, and Leng Zimo suddenly held my hand. For a moment, I froze.
"Senior, men and women shouldn't touch each other! Although I'm quite open-minded, I don't really want to be open-minded with you. How can you hold a girl's hand and take advantage of her without her consent? Hey! Senior! Hey! Leng Zimo, what do you want to do? Where are you taking me? I don't have the time or energy to waste with you now!"
He suddenly stopped, and I bumped into his seemingly thin but solid back. I heard a muffled groan in my ears, and then Leng Zimo glanced at me coldly, and I was killed instantly.
"Buy you sanitary napkins, take you to dinner, take you to the infirmary, and finally send you back to the dormitory. Isn't this what you want me to do?"
I shuddered, feeling inexplicably blocked and awkward in my heart, and wanted to pull my hand back from that cold palm.
"I was just joking, why did you take it seriously? Are all seniors as naughty as you?" I retorted stiffly.
Leng Zimo sneered, "You really flatter yourself. With your current behavior, who would be rude to you? Look at the freshmen who are like you. Every time I see you, you look so filthy and shocking!"
I glanced at the black striped shirt covering his trousers at the waist and was speechless for a moment, so I didn't argue anymore.
"Describes filthiness and shocking", this guy is quite good at using idioms, and they are very vivid.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, Leng Zimo didn't continue to mock me. She still held my arm and pulled me towards the school supermarket.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, glanced back at me, frowned habitually again when he saw my messy steps, and slowed down.
Leng Zimo is a good man! He is a good man just because he helped a poor girl like me. He is a great good man just because he calmly picked sanitary napkins for me under the horrified gazes of many new and old students.
What does it mean to be cold on the outside but warm on the inside? Leng Zimo is a typical example! When I came out of the toilet, Leng Zimo had already bought the meal and was waiting for me under a nearby sycamore tree. His slender white fingers held the soy sauce-colored clay pot rice, his eyes were downcast, his gaze was focused and blurred, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
The golden light fell on the slender boy under the tree, outlining a vague silhouette.
He was like snow, frost, ice, a clear spring, and all the clean and clear things in the world. In comparison, I, who was peeking at him from a distance, had blood stains all over my pants, smelled of sweat, and wore an awkward black striped shirt, looking disheveled and miserable.
I rubbed my swollen temples, sighed, blinked, and forced away the soreness in my eyes. Then I wrapped the remaining large bag of sanitary napkins in my clothes and staggered into the bustling crowd of new and old students.
In the end, I still didn't have the courage to defile that clear spring.
"Leng Zimo!" A crisp call came from behind me. I turned around inadvertently and could still see a hint of trance in the boy under the tree when he looked up in surprise. Then he curled his lips and smiled at the girl in white dress who suddenly came into his sight.
It turns out that his smile is also quite warm.
A very harmonious scene, a very clean painting, it is enviable.
After that departure, I never met Leng Zimo again. I washed his two shirts until the blood stains were gone, and kept them drying on the balcony of the dormitory.
There are some people in the world who, without spending much time with you, you can feel that you do not belong to the same world.
Leng Zimo, a junior student majoring in computer science at the School of Information Science and Technology, is the president of the school's student union. She is both talented and beautiful, and a well-known figure. I don't like to investigate people, but I can only say that Leng Zimo is quite famous. Freshmen always like to talk about celebrities in the school. Cai Miao and others have been gossiping about Leng Zimo for seven or eight days, so it's hard for me to pretend I don't know.
After the military training, I packed the two shirts in a bag and asked the school express delivery station to send them to Leng Zimo. We were not familiar with each other, so there was no need to owe people favors and things. As for why I didn't return the clothes to Leng Zimo in person, it was because I felt that there was no need for us to meet again for two pieces of clothes.
Okay, I am flattering myself again . I am actually afraid that Leng Zimo doesn’t want to see me at all.
