Blue Hawaii

The sound of rain was damp and overwhelming. Bai Luo paused, his fingers trembling. His long black eyelashes trembled.

"I……"

He hesitated to speak.

I don’t know how to respond.

Even though I knew there was no ending for the two of them, for no reason and without any warning, my eyes were wet for him again.

My heart softens too.

"good."

Love is a soft-hearted god, immortal tenderness.

Bo Xi gasped and grabbed her hand. The itchy pain spread from his throat to his whole body. It felt like millions of ants were gnawing under his skin. The burning pain made him sober for a moment.

Just now he received a message downstairs of the residential building.

[The criminal gangs of the past are active again. Are you really considering joining?]

Have you thought about it?

Falling into a drug den at the age of ten, he probably never imagined that one day, at the age of eighteen, he would choose the anti-drug profession and become an undercover police officer.

The heavy rain in 2008 did not stop, but seeped into every sleepless night.

It has become an obsession that grows wildly in the blood.

"Just teasing you."

"Do you know that feeling sorry for a man will bring him bad luck for the rest of his life?"

"Love yourself first, Bai Luo."

The tone was clearly playful, yet deadly serious.

How to choose between love and career?

I chose love, and ten years of obsession were destroyed.

After choosing a career, the only thing left for your lifelong companionship is the long shadow of a lonely lamp.

But there are no standard answers in life.

After all, the deepest regret in life is never what you chose, but what you let down.

The rain tonight seemed to have soaked the entire city, but it also sobered the two of them up.

We are all adults now, we know what we want in our hearts, and we are no longer in the most arrogant age.

I can no longer say anything arrogant or do anything arrogant.

We must all find a way out of desperate situations, live towards death, and walk towards the light.

There are no dead ends in life.

Be your own savior.

On the thin and cold white neck, the allergic red spots had lost some of their bright color, replaced by a thin layer of ambiguous pink.

Bai Luo's eyes were sore, his nasal cavity was dry and sore, and his throat was swollen and hoarse.

Even if he didn't say he felt sorry for her, she would still feel sorry for him.

My heart had long lost control, unconsciously leaning towards him, aching for him, and breaking for him.

His breath took up all the oxygen, and a thin blush hung in the corners of Bai Luo's eyes, about to fall.

"I'm leaving first."

Can't stay here any longer.

The obscure feelings coincide with a rainstorm, the beauty is decadent and the pain is sobering.

When she tried to break free from the force on her wrist bone, a force pulled her forward and her chin hit his shoulder blade.

Someone blew a mischievous breath into her ear.

It's cool and numb.

"Did I say stay away from him?"

The voice was hoarse from being soaked by rain.

Bai Luo turned his eyes to the side and met his lustful and fierce eyes.

Full of energy.

Indeed I did.

＿＿

In the cold rainy alley around Nanhuai No. 1 Middle School, he pinched her thin neck bone and threatened her in an extremely bad tone.

"Be good and stay away from that old man."

At that time, she murmured softly.

"Do you know each other?"

But all he got was a cold sneer.

"He doesn't deserve you."

To say that Shang Yu is not worthy of her.

Bai Luo disagreed.

Love is not a balance, there is no need to measure who is lighter and who is heavier.

It is equal, and both parties are unique to each other.

True love is not afraid of comparison.

But what is their relationship?

There is no way to discuss it.

＿＿

Bai Luo's eyelashes trembled, casting a shadow that dotted her porcelain-white cheeks with scars.

"I'm too deeply involved with him."

Tell the truth.

Whenever her father was mentioned, she could never refuse Shang Yu.

The two were closely connected by their father's earnest advice and expectations during his lifetime.

The long-lasting rain in Hangzhou and Hong Kong has soaked the walls into darkness.

Bo Qi sneered, and his cold-kneed hand climbed up to the corners of her red eyes.

The pressure is fierce.

"That's not a reason."

“…”

Their thin lips were separated by half a finger, and the coolness of green mint invaded each other's breath.

To kiss or not. Ambiguity abounds.

There are thousands of kinds of love in the world, but ambiguity is the only one that is addictive and cannot be expressed.

And the most deadly.

Blurred boundaries, clear heartbeat.

It is also like fog, just hazy enough that you can see your heartbeat but not the future.

It’s very similar to the vague future of the two people.

The window frame trapped the night fog and also trapped the future confrontation with them.

Silent, endless.

Unfortunately, the heavy rain could not destroy the eaves, nor could it destroy the two hearts that wanted to move forward.

Sooner or later, they will carry the memories of the rental house and move towards a life without a ceiling.

It will dispel the haze in your heart, open the door to the world, and usher in the sun and dawn.

But which day is it, sooner or later?

Tomorrow. The day after tomorrow. A week.

One month. One year. Ten years. Fifty years.

Morning and evening, every day becomes a mystery.

"Bo Qian."

"Why won't the rain stop?"

It's a rather abrupt sentence.

It makes no sense.

There has been too much rain in the old city of Hangzhou, and it is soaked with moisture and damp everywhere.

You can’t blame people for crying.

Bai Luo's rouge tears rolled down drop by drop.

It seemed unstoppable. It surged and overflowed.

"Why are you crying?"

There was darkness in Bo's eyes, and he looked at her distressing eyes with a smile.

"I didn't ask you to break off relations with him."

But his tears fell in the dimples of his smile.

He compromised.

He couldn't let the girl suffer because of his own selfish desires.

Her life shouldn't give way to him.

Shadows grow on the wall like tree rings.

Bo Yi pinched her wet cheeks.

"Hold an umbrella and don't get wet in the rain."

He was driving her away.

The rain is wandering outside the window, just like a drifter with no one to take him in.

There was a hint of sadness in Bai Luo's eyes.

"You're not allowed to get wet in the rain either."

The tone of command revealed a stubbornness that was born from facing the sun.

None of them wanted to get wet in the rain, and no one should be trapped in the rain.

There will always be a rainy day, and there will always be a cold sunny day.

Sunny days are always there.

It feels good to be controlled by someone.

"Promise."

"Stop crying, okay?"

"Little crybaby."

I don't know how many times I've seen her cry.

Cry when you have no money, cry when you are drunk, cry when someone yells at you.

It seems like I can never stop crying.

The air turned into liquid mist, permeating every sense with every breath.

Mold is breathing and rotting in the summer.

And they, living in the face of death, grow wildly.

The night was warm. Bai Luo's nose twitched redly.

"You're the little crybaby."

She was crying so hard that it was heartbreaking, but she also had a strong sense of coldness and pure desire.

On a moldy rainy day, everything gets wet and rotten, carrying along memories and growing moldy scabs.

*

The wet black sky was half dead.

On the dilapidated open-air balcony on the fourth floor of a dilapidated millennium residential building that has been neglected for many years.

The violent young man is born vicious and stubborn.

The eyes formed a burning gaze, as cold as the endless fog and rain circulating in Hangzhou and Hong Kong tonight.

Jealousy boils in my veins, and my eyes are the only outlet.

I stared at the entrance of Nanfeng Alley, the scene was so damn dazzling no matter how I looked at it.

Bai Luo, with her cool and beautiful back, tilted her slender swan neck and gazed faintly at the drunk man who drove thousands of miles just to see her.

I haven't looked at him carefully for a long time, and there is a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

Maybe it’s the accumulated fatigue from the heavy workload, or maybe it’s the lethality of time.

People will eventually grow old and flowers will eventually wither.

The laws of nature cannot be defied.

Accept aging and the changing seasons.

But she couldn't accept him.

It's really too late.

Even if he came back to see her once after all these years, she would not be so heartless.

Migratory birds fly south every year and will return when spring comes.

What about him? Why didn’t he come back?

Is it because the wind is too strong that you lost your way?

Or maybe love is so shallow that it cannot withstand the vast mountains and rivers?

"Let's go, uncle."

The alley was so quiet that one could hear one's heartbeat, making Bai Luo's voice seem even colder.

A man with a dusty look on his face, he was forcibly taken back to Hong Kong Island by his biological father's bodyguards at the age of 20, and was forced to kneel down and admit his mistake by his biological mother at the age of 25.

And every time he did something wrong or disobeyed his father, the cold and hard whip of punishment fell heavily on his back.

After several lashes, his skin was torn and bloodstains were everywhere.

Even though the pain was searing, he couldn't even turn red in the eyes.

Only his Zhao Zhao said something in a cold voice, and the emotions that had been suppressed and accumulated for so many years burst out.

Tears about to fall. He about to collapse. A soul about to tremble. A life about to rot.

"Zhao Zhao."

"Forgive me just this once, okay?"

He is not greedy and only asks for forgiveness once.

The wind knows the migratory birds’ route, but she doesn’t know his difficulties.

I don’t know the growing pains he felt at the age of twenty, nor do I know the pain of missing someone deeply.

＿＿

When he was first taken back to Hong Kong Island, the fatherly love that had been delayed for many years did not arrive as promised.

On the contrary, he was greeted by invisible shackles and strict discipline.

At the age of twenty, he was confined to a cold, dark villa, facing a stern and harsh etiquette teacher and a perpetually stern-faced housekeeper day and night.

He is a sharp arrow in his father's business chess game.

You have to learn business management knowledge every day to prepare for taking over the family business in the future.

Become a budding heir to a business.

At the age of twenty, one is still too young.

Missing you is greater than the sky.

A heavy rainstorm hit Hong Kong Island late at night. He escaped from a European-style villa heavily guarded by bodyguards.

Escaped surveillance and avoided bodyguards.

But he couldn't escape the will of heaven.

The Hangzhou-Hong Kong Viaduct winds its way through the city.

Standing under the bridge and looking up, the viaduct looks like a ladder leading to the future, reaching into the sky.

But his future is as unclear as a rainy night.

In a split second, an unlicensed car rushed out from the shadow of the bridge. The driver was drunk and his steering wheel was swaying as if he was out of control.

The front of the car hit him squarely, and the huge impact threw him into the air.

He fell heavily into a pool of blood, feeling the burning pain and his consciousness floating in and out. In a trance, a gentle voice pierced the silence.

"Uncle, wake up."

In the blood mist, a yellowed, corner-missing photo stood out from the crowd, as if it had fallen from another time and space.

The photo shows him at the age of eighteen, and the youthful and bright Zhao Zhao, standing under the shade of a ginkgo tree, both laughing heartily.

Just a little bit, just a little distance, and he would be able to see Zhao Zhao, the person he had been thinking about day and night.

It's just a few steps away, yet it seems like there's an entire ocean between us.

Twenty-year-old Shang Yu lay quietly in the bloody ruins, his pupils were out of focus, only Zhao Zhao's outline was clear.

He must go see her.

The broken bones were vulnerable to a single blow. The pain penetrated deep into the marrow.

The blizzard in Hangzhou and Hong Kong is surging.

Floating in his precarious twenty-year-old life.

The four seasons cycle, and there is winter every year.

Can he still wait until spring in the south?

Will I be able to see his Zhao Zhao again?

It’s the apocalyptic blizzard, the sky and earth are vast and the world is in darkness.

Everyone was rejoicing over the first snow in the south, but he was the only one rotting in his damp half-life.

Snow and hail flew all over Shang Yu's blood-red pupils, blurring his retina, but he could clearly see a slender figure in the monotonous sky and earth that could be swallowed up by a gust of wind.

I caught a glimpse of a tall figure behind the girl, seeming to be close yet distant.

It's a young man.

It turned out that his Zhao Zhao already had a new shadow following him.

He is no longer needed.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, covering up all sins and desires.

Bright.

It's snowing so heavily, can we count on growing old together?

But he was covered in black blood and was afraid of polluting her purity.

When I opened my eyes again, I first smelled the scent of snow water in the air.

The cold ICU ward is filled with the lingering smell of disinfectant.

Only after being sick do you realize how crazy and painful love is.

Later I found out that I was taken to London, the foggy city, by a businessman.

In name it is protection, but in reality it is house arrest.

The route from London to Hangzhou is 9,218 kilometers long, 26 times longer than the entire length of the Thames River.

He couldn't see his Zhao Zhao.

London is a lonely and painful city.

Its winters are long, the sun is rare, and it is filled with rain that penetrates every pore.

Growing pains are the cold nights that we have to endure again and again, and the new wounds that appear on our backs after scabs form.

Until he was twenty-three. Bai Luo graduated from high school.

At this moment, he had become a target in Shang's father's eyes. Although he inherited the warmth of his father's blood, he could not find any trace of his father's kindness.

The fog trapped him in London, and the merchants did everything they could to prevent him from leaving.

He pleaded with his father and asked his mother for help countless times, but he was never able to get a chance to return home.

There is no reunion in sight, and the bitter winter has no end.

At the age of 25, he already had full control over the entire business.

He became the helmsman of the Shang family, feared and respected by everyone in the upper class.

However, he angered his father by expanding the family business to Nanhuai.

"Nanhuai is a forbidden area! Who allowed you to touch that swamp?"

My mother knelt in front of the sandalwood Buddhist shrine for a long time, and the sound of breaking Buddhist beads pierced the silence.

"Kneel down and admit your mistake, otherwise your name will no longer be in the family tree."

Shang Yu's knee hit the bluestone floor tiles hard, and the pain spread from the bone joints to his heart.

He looked up at his mother's drooping eyes.

There is not a single tear, only the hypocritical compassion entangled in the golden thread as the Buddhist beads roll down.

In this vast world, mother's love is so small, so ridiculous.

Fortunately, fate took pity on him and he reunited with his daughter Zhao Zhao before dusk.

But there was no longer any reflection of him in her eyes.

A corrupt life, rotten from the inside out.

There is no way to save the situation.

＿＿

The moon is as cold and clear as a broken one.

Bai Luo was cold and hesitated to speak.

The crumbling twenties are like a nightmare from which one can never wake up.

Forgive him just once?

Summer heat is a chronic disease of the season.

Pain is a persistent inflammation.

He was the unavoidable pain in her bitter summer.

On the wet bluestone road, the shadows of the two people swayed.

Bai Luo took a small step forward.

It was as if I had overcome a hurdle in my heart.

"Uncle."

"Do you remember what your original dream was?"