A Midsummer Night's Dream

The heavy rain passing through Hangzhou and Hong Kong never stopped.

Some people blame the heavens and the earth, some curse the heavens and the earth. But those who should go to work go to work, and those who should go to school go to school. Those who should be angry should be angry, and those who should study should study.

Bai Luo's senior year schedule had already been finalized, and there were only a few courses.

But there has been a wave of shooting welcome music videos, under the pretext of spreading campus culture and enhancing the sense of belonging of freshmen.

I don’t know who created a voting link for the male and female lead, and Bai Luo was unexpectedly nominated as a candidate for the female lead.

She wasn't interested and was about to refuse when someone sent her a v message.

[agree. ]

Those two words were so abrupt. She didn't understand what they meant.

[?]

Several eye-catching sports cars were parked quietly at the gate of Hangzhou University, with a pink one being the most prominent.

The sun dipped 4-6 degrees below the horizon, a gentle blue filling the air. Lu Fei, in the driver's seat, lowered the window halfway. A damp, overcast wind blew in.

Holding the new mobile phone in one hand and supporting her boyfriend's chin with the other.

They showed off their affection without any scruples, completely ignoring the cold-hearted boy in the lonely back seat.

"What's wrong with you today? You don't say a word."

Chen Cisi glanced at the decadent figure in the central rearview mirror, scratched his hair, and said something rude.

"Breakup? You don't have a partner, right? Or are you tired of eating our dog food?"

“…”

The drowsy person opens his eyes to danger.

"I don't mind breaking up a couple."

“…”

Well, I can’t afford to offend you.

Shen Cisi was speechless and sullen. The man with a violent temper replied with one hand.

[In the campus music video, you are the heroine. Agree.]

Bai Luo walked towards the school gate with his schoolbag on his back, his thin eyelids twitching.

Long, wet eyelashes drooping.

[Why? ]

Is he the male protagonist?

The next second, the conjecture was successfully verified.

[The male protagonist is me.]

The tone can be as cool as possible.

“…”

Even though she rejected the camera, because of Bo Yi's presence, rejection turned into acceptance.

[good. ]

The blue-gray clouds were soaked with water vapor. Bai Luo could smell the scent of green.

Concubine Lu invited her to dinner today. She had already agreed to Chang Liu's appointment, so after hesitating for a moment, she finally agreed.

The meal wouldn't be delayed too long.

The row of sports cars across the street from Hangzhou Port was too dazzling. Bai Luo could see the isolated gray island behind the pink sports car.

The boy huddled in the shadows, boneless, his eyes half-closed. The mint cigarette between his fingers burned to the end, and his hand, holding the cigarette, rested on the window frame, his knuckles drooping.

A natural born superior.

Bo Yi seemed to sense something, and he glanced lazily to the side. Their eyes met, and then they strayed. He was the one who dodged first.

He really couldn't let go.

I finally fell in love with a girl, but it turned out that she already had someone else in her heart.

If love can be controlled, how can there be such a thing as infatuation in this world?

A gentle breeze blew, scattering the cigarette ashes and ruffling his unruly hair.

He is not a good person.

Either possess or destroy.

The leaves of the trees along the roadside turned yellow, withered, and fell, like a golden rain.

Bai Luo fluttered his eyelashes.

Why are you hiding from her?

The traffic lights at the intersection flashed, and the 60 seconds countdown began.

She wanted to check her Moments to kill time, but was suddenly shattered by a wave of sound.

“Why didn’t you answer the phone?”

The moment he looked up, the world suddenly felt weightless. A brutal force crushed his left cheek.

“Bang!”

A crisp sound startled and scattered the clouds in the sky.

The force was too strong, too sudden, and Bai Luo stumbled. A burning pain pierced his body.

The students at the school gate all looked sideways, and some even stopped in their tracks, gathered in a circle, pointing and whispering.

"Is that her mother? She looks quite similar."

"That's probably right, but you can't just slap your daughter in the face at the school gate."

"So what? Bai Luo doesn't know how many times he's been made a laughing stock."

The color on his cheeks faded completely, and Bai Luo looked at his fake mother with red eyes.

"Mother……"

"Are you capable now? How can you not sever ties with your uncle? Your uncle Meng is still waiting for his investment."

The mother's voice was almost a roar due to extreme anger.

"Looks like now, your Uncle Meng's company is going bankrupt. If I don't have a good life, neither will you."

The wind cut off his breathing. Bai Luo's thoughts were like circles of shattered smoke.

In the past two months, her mother had been asking her for money repeatedly, three times a month. She wasn't a wealthy woman, so how could she have unlimited wealth?

In order to raise funds, during the summer vacation, she worked as a tutor for three hours in the morning and delivered takeout in the afternoon.

Sometimes the weather is bad, with strong winds and heavy rain, and the rain hitting your face hurts a lot.

Sometimes she encountered a complex and difficult-to-find address. In an old residential complex with dim corridors and blurry house numbers, she would repeatedly ask passersby for directions using her phone navigation.

Occasionally, you'll encounter customers with bad attitudes. You'll be blamed for even the slightest delay in delivery, or even threatened with a bad review.

He gave almost all the money he earned in two months to his mother, leaving only a thousand yuan for his own living expenses.

But a mother's needs seem endless.

Her relationship with her uncle had indeed been severed, but the decline of Uncle Meng's company was by no means caused by her.

It was Uncle Meng’s strategic mistake, the breakdown of the capital chain, and the turbulent market competition.

Everything had nothing to do with her. She was just a scapegoat for her mother to vent her anger.

"Speak up! Are you mute?" Seeing her silence, her mother's anger reached its peak and burned fiercely.

The school gate has become a stage for all kinds of worldly affairs, and Bai Luo is a lonely dancer who is ruthlessly pushed to the center of the stage by fate.

Under the spotlight of everyone's gaze, a drama of bitterness and sorrow is being performed.

In my mother's eyes, there are only interests and illusory things.

No one ever listened to her explanations, she just needed a punching bag, someone to blame.

In the past, she was full of hope, longing for every bit of maternal love like a moth to a flame.

But the mother's attitude was either to hold her head high and speak coldly and sharply, or to be absent-minded with wandering eyes, as if her existence was just an unnecessary embellishment in her life.

In Bai Luo's eyes, so-called love is nothing more than a thousandth of hypocritical charity. Like a phantom under the moonlight, it seems within reach, but in reality it is far away, illusory and ethereal.

Now, disappointment overwhelmed her again and again, until it was completely overwhelming.

She was tired. Really tired.

He raised his sticky eyelids and rolled his eyes.

His blurry vision fell into the out-of-focus backseat of the pink sports car. The boy's decadent appearance resembled a grainy old photograph.

Every time, he saw his own utter disgrace. His gaze shattered. It was Bo Yi who dodged first.

The blue night. His eyes were a shocking scarlet.

"drive."

The two people in the front seat looked back in confusion. Concubine Lu, who wanted to get out of the car to protect Bai Luo, hesitated.

Bai Luo has a strong sense of self-esteem, and their approach will only make the embarrassment more glaring.

A pink sports car sped down Sunset Boulevard.

In the dim backseat, the boy's eyes, hardened like ice, rested on the rearview mirror for an instant.

The crowd was desolate. The girl's back was the smallest city of pain in the South.

Pain is not just a simple background. Bai Luo's pain is layered and accumulated, with a colorful and mottled appearance.

The haze of the original family should have been a harbor of love and warmth, but it was distorted into a barren wilderness of emotions.

The isolated situation of the school was like placing her on a deserted island, surrounded by a vast sea of ​​indifference.

The bitter pain of the disease followed her like a shadow, tormenting her body and will.

The tears on his black eyelashes were about to fall, Bai Luo's heart was hardened, his eyes were cold, and his voice was cold.

"Mom, I've already given you all my money. As for severing ties with my uncle, that's my business. You have no right to interfere."

After saying that, he walked forward regardless of everything. His figure gradually blended into the noise of the crowd.

The ridicule and mockery of the crowd are but echoes, and when the sound stops, there is silence.

She stepped on the hot asphalt, and the shadow on the gray ground collapsed.

A life that is barely alive is nothing but a bad show.

Autumn has not yet arrived, but the sky has already turned gray and the fallen leaves have lost their color in the wind.

Bai Luo sent a message of apology to Concubine Lu.

[I'm sorry, I can't have dinner with you.]

In the neon-lit bar booth, Lu Fei nestled in Shen Ci Si's arms, feeling depressed.

She didn't know Bai Luo's original family and had no interest in finding out about other people's family affairs.

The young lady has been accustomed to the comfort of having everything provided for her since she was a child, and has been accustomed to the attention she receives like a star. Naturally, she does not understand the roots struggling in the soil.

Bai Luo grew up in chaos, chewing the bitter core of life too early, and his tenacity and scars were engraved into his bones and blood.

Although Concubine Lu was born in the clouds, she had her own storm in her heart.

Looking at the crowd of people dancing intoxicatedly, she suddenly realized that they all carried unknown stories, some deep, some shallow, some obvious, some obscure, but others had no way of seeing them.

She rested her chin on Chen Cisi's chest, listening to the interweaving of his heartbeat and drumbeats.

"It feels like Luo Bao has been through a lot, and there's always a slight sense of world-weariness about him."

Shen Cisi kissed her forehead and comforted her in a warm voice.

"Everyone has their own story and experiences, and maybe that's what makes her so special."

There is a clear distinction between sorrow and joy in the world, and the ups and downs of fate are determined by heaven.

The bar's high floor-to-ceiling windows had become a liquid mirror, reflecting the silent boy, a threat all its own.

His veiny palm held the phone loosely, his knuckles tapping the screen from time to time.

After repeating it countless times, it was finally input.

[Where?]

On the other side, Bai Luo stumbled along, his steps unsteady and unsteady, like a zombie. Under the shade of a century-old ginkgo tree in the old city, the elderly women from the residential buildings gathered together, chatting about old gossip.

The mottled old cobblestone road, covered with moss year after year. Unexpectedly, two WeChat notifications chimed in.

He lowered his eyes. The first thing that caught his eye on the screen was a finger adorned with a pinky ring.

When you like someone, you always want to hide all the unbearable things. But he has seen her embarrassment too many times.

But I inexplicably developed a sense of inferiority.

[Not at home.]

Xiaoxiao lied, she just went home to clean herself up.

Then, he clicked on Chang Liu's dialog box.

[Come to 36°BL Bar. I've found the person following you. Dress up and I'll introduce you to some people.]

As expected of someone who had escaped from a drug den, his speed in investigating people was astonishing.

But isn’t Bo Xi the owner of the 36°BL bar?

Is it pure coincidence? Or is there something else going on?

[good. ]

Hesitantly decided on a word.

Bo Xi shouldn't be here, right?

He should be having dinner with Concubine Lu and the others.

You won't meet him.

Bai Luo was born with a beautiful figure. Pure yet not bland, voluptuous yet not coquettish. She neglected to wear makeup, using only a few items. This reflected her aloof nature, disdaining the use of cosmetics to create a gaudy appearance.

A simple application of concealer concealed the faint red mark on her left cheek. Eyeliner swished across her face, creating an upward curve that accentuated her natural allure. A touch of crimson adorned her lips, making them plump and alluring.

Her bold ice-blue hair was curled into loose waves. Finally, she chose a black slip dress, which showed off her delicate collarbone and cool shoulders.

The whole person is so beautiful and aloof, so beautiful that it takes your breath away.

The reflection in the mirror is blurred, and I can't tell whether it is the eyebrows and eyes at this moment, or the girl running wildly in the rainy alley in my memory.

The reflections of countless sunsets stretch out an alley of loneliness.

Life is a rainstorm, and there is a quagmire everywhere.

But she lived towards death.

At night, the city never sleeps. Away from the hustle and bustle, she is her own island of light.

As she walked down the stairs in high heels, her view became dim.

Because she was not used to wearing high-heeled shoes, when the heel landed on the last step, her ankle tilted and she was about to fall.

The next second, someone grasped her waist. The scent was so familiar. Strong but not overpowering.

Slowly raise your eyes.

It pierced straight into a pair of eyes, lonely, cruel and arrogant.

Under the cold and sharp light, the boy's eyes are like a black sea that never rises.

He was caught lying.

"Why are you back?"

Bai Luo pressed his hands against his chest, his throat tightened and his voice became low.

It's okay to come back a minute later. Why...

He frowned and stared at her expressionlessly. After she replied, he left a few words and rode his motorcycle back home in the night.

The moment he took off his helmet, a slender shadow pierced his eyes. Bai Luo rarely wore makeup, and for a moment he was dazed, his throat throbbing with a knot as he suppressed the urge deep in his heart.

"Where are you going?"

A pair of eyes dipped in ice, and the tone of voice was quenched with ice.

It was suffocating. Bai Luo's face was dimple-shaped.

"I have an appointment."

Bo Xi's heart tightened. He naturally guessed who she had met. Her social circle was simple, with only a few people coming and going.

It’s not Concubine Lu, it’s not Wu Kai, it can only be the person she likes.

His eyes were blazing, reflecting the night sky, as if he wanted to burn away all the haze in the world.

"What time will you be back?"

"have no idea."

"Lock the door immediately after ten o'clock."

"It's almost eight o'clock."

"Two hours isn't enough?"

“…It takes an hour round trip.”

"Isn't there still an hour left? Isn't that enough time for you to chat?"

“…”

Bai Luo broke free from his shackles and looked at him with a pair of upturned eyes.

Is he jealous?

I suddenly became interested and wanted to tease him.

"What if I don't come back?"

The next second, a thin piece of neck bone was pinched fiercely.

Bo Xi raised his eyebrows for a moment, and a murderous look appeared in his eyes.

"You can try."

Girls always have ways to piss him off, but it's dangerous and fascinating.

In the gamble of love, he is always the madman who goes all in. From pain to sobriety, from bitterness to sweetness.

He accepted the blame on her.

“…”

He threatened her again, and she couldn't do anything about it.

A cold wind ruffled the gray sky. Bai Luo's long eyelashes curled up, seemingly covered in mist.

"I understand. I'm going to be late, so I'm leaving now."

She fled in panic.

She really could no longer control her emotions.

My love for him was overwhelming and growing wildly.

*

The world is flooded with gray tones and the cold wind is blowing wildly.

36°BL has a strict admissions system. When she first applied for a waitress position, she followed the rules and made an appointment. But now, she's always invited by Chang Liu, without any reservations.

She was not a regular at the bar and had not purchased a membership. She could only enter with the recommendation of an acquaintance.

But where did she get her acquaintances from?

Thin?

Wouldn't it be better to let him introduce her to someone and tell her that she came to his bar to meet someone?

Suddenly, I remembered a back door of 36°BL hidden in the underground parking lot.

But what if someone gets caught?

After hesitating for a moment, she went to a nearby convenience store and chose a baseball cap, a black mask, and black-framed glasses.

I also picked up a black coat and wrapped myself tightly.

Because of the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground, I changed into a pair of soft-soled flip-flops.

Dressed in black, she walked into the parking lot and pushed open a rusty iron door. The smell of mold and engine oil hit her in the face.

The damp and cold corridor stretched forward. At the end, a staircase wound upward. Bai Luo held his breath and pushed open the half-closed wooden door.

The next second, he stood frozen in place.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she was caught red-handed.

Three uniformed security guards were surrounding her.

"Hi."

Knowing that his defense was useless, he still greeted her awkwardly.

In a split second, he turned around and tried to escape.

Unfortunately, there is nowhere to escape.

The two security guards behind her stood straight and still, staring at her vigilantly.

"……Hi."

He greeted her with a trembling voice.

The first time he took risks, he fell into the hunter's trap.

She knew that explanations were futile.

The security guard's questioning followed.

"Who are you? This is a restricted area. No one is allowed to enter without permission."

Bai Luo bit his lip, countless excuses flashed through his mind, and in the end he only uttered one sentence.

"I know your boss."

The security guards exchanged a meaningful look.

"Which boss are you talking about?"

“…”

Not Bo Yi?

Bai Luo's eyes wandered around and his voice was low.

"It's your boss Bo. I'm here to see him."

He obviously lacked confidence. He had clearly parted ways with him downstairs of a residential building half an hour ago. How could he appear in such a place full of lights and wine?

A security guard, holding a walkie-talkie, started calling headquarters.

"Calling headquarters, a woman has entered the restricted area without permission, claims to know Mr. Bo, and insists on looking for him."

There was a rustling sound from the intercom, and soon there was a response.

“I won’t see anyone I don’t know.”

“…”

A negative answer is like pouring cold water on one's head, and the lie collapses in an instant.

Bai Luo's embarrassment was exposed.

The voice was definitely not cold, she was sure. Now that he was gone, the so-called "bar" had become a strange place.

A closer look revealed the voice belonged to a boss I had never met before. His tone carried the authority of a superior, yet lacked any familiarity. This suggested that Lu Fei and the others weren't at the bar.

So are they going to hand her over to the police?

He straightened his neck and spoke fluently.

"I'll turn myself in, okay?"

A ridiculous thought flashed through my mind.

Asking Sixth Brother to go to the police station to rescue someone has already added a criminal record to his record before he becomes a war correspondent.

The security guards looked at each other in bewilderment. A few seconds of whispering followed. The whirring of intercoms spread, and the security guards' announcements pierced the ambiguous neon lights.

"Calling headquarters, we've apprehended a suspicious individual. What should we do?"

The answer was clear and concise.

"With booth B."

The sound of restless drum beats reached his ears, and Bai Luo followed the security guard obediently with a blurred vision.

The center of the dance floor was filled with decadence and erotic ambiguity.

Booth B in the southwest corner, a booth that everyone flocks to, has dim and flickering lights.

Bai Luo looked around with a pair of cold eyes.

As luck would have it, she saw the girl who followed her last night.

Meng Ning. A senior student majoring in drug control.

She always felt that things were not simple.

After all, Meng Ning's temperament is incompatible with this place of decadence and extravagance.

The world of pleasure is full of all kinds of people, dirty and filthy. How could she not know this?

But Meng Ning's eyes were terrifyingly still and deep, as if they had been tempered by the vicissitudes of life and were unfathomable.

She probably didn't know I was coming. Could it be that her real target was Chang Liu?

But why?

She didn't believe that her older brother would lie to her.

He is a good man, he must be, he must be.

My thoughts were so far away that I didn't even realize when I was standing in front of the sofa in booth B.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows were bright, reflecting her slender outline.

"What's going on?"

A low, hoarse, and casual voice, lazily penetrating the ears.

The girl, who was wrapped tightly in black, concentrated her attention.

The voice is so unique, it belongs to only one person.

Thin.

He looked up in panic, looking for the source of the sound.

Suddenly, a muffled thunder rolled down without warning.

The night rain fell with great force.

Bai Luo's gaze sank into a pair of dejected eyes.

I was inexplicably panicked. Why did he come to the bar?

Bored in a rental house alone?

My gaze shifted left, to Chen Cisi. Then to Concubine Lu. Then to Wu Kai.

They are all familiar faces.

Didn't we go out to eat? Why are you all at the bar?

He blinked in disbelief, confirming it wasn't a dream. This was real, living flesh and blood.

The whole world was silent for a moment.

Want to escape.

"Boss, this lady claims to know you and wants to see you."

A security guard took over to explain.

Bo Xi, who was lying in the shadow of the sofa, raised the brim of his hat, narrowed his eyes with a lack of interest, and said something coldly.

"I don't know him."

Send to the police station."

Then the brim of his hat fell, his eyes closed, and he fell into a drowsy state, a state of being half dead.

“…”

It was so quick and efficient that Bai Luo felt a little relieved.

The next second, Chen Cisi on the side became playful and raised the end of his eyebrows.

Looking for them, pursuers? They are quite good at playing.

"Why send you to the police station? Take off all that black you're wearing and show your face."

“…”

What you fear will come to you.

Bai Luo turned a deaf ear and remained motionless, indulging in the decadence of luxury.

If you show your face, you will be exposed.

Outside the window, raindrops cast a mottled shadow. Indoors and outdoors, two extremes.

On one side, torrential rain falls from the sky, and fierce winds sweep away fallen leaves. On the other side, people live in drunkenness and extravagance.

"Hey, our Master Shen is talking to you, don't you understand?"

A boy shook the crystal clear wine glass in his hand and asked in a bad mood.

“…”

Forget it, she is still in a hurry to find Sixth Brother.

The air was thick with the scent of hormones. Everyone's eyes were silently focused, locked onto her movements.

The black coat slipped off, the baseball cap fell to the ground, and the mask and eye sockets were removed one by one.

Her waist-length curly hair falls softly over her shoulders. Her usually cold eyes, which seem to keep strangers away, are now even more alluring with the smudged eyeshadow and outlined eyeliner.

A huge, incomparable feeling of aphasia enveloped her.

Everyone on the sofa paused for a moment, staring blankly at the girl who had undergone a complete makeover.

This is the first time I have seen such a stunning figure.

She was wearing a soft misty halter dress with the hem hanging down to her thighs, revealing two bare legs.

Every frown and smile is so beautiful.

"Luo Bao!"

Concubine Lu called out to Bai Luo, seeming to be neither surprised nor alarmed.

There was a break in the gray drizzle. A pair of tired eyes beneath a black baseball cap were dangerously sharp.

A flash of piercing white lightning flashed by, illuminating the dissatisfaction in his pupils.

Damn, I asked him out on a date. I really thought he was a good guy.

The neon lights flickered, and he lifted his thin eyelids and glanced at her lazily.

You are not afraid of danger even if you wear such beautiful clothes.

"What are you standing there for?"

Why don't you go find someone you like? He restrained himself from saying the second half of the sentence.

Bai Luo thought that he would tease her tonight as he did in the past, but unexpectedly, he withdrew his edge and let her leave.

Is it because of the presence of outsiders?

She was anxious to find Chang Liu and left without hesitation.

However, she did not expect that her sixth brother gave her a thrilling "surprise".