Farewell Letter

Bai Luo's pace slowed down unconsciously.

In the rain, a girl with a high ponytail holding a pink umbrella was looking down at a baby-faced girl who was soaked by rain.

"I'm talking to you. Listen carefully. It's the second classroom from the left on the first floor, in the south row. The seat is at the back, next to the window, and there's one person per desk."

"I want to hear the news that this love letter has spread throughout Nanhuai No. 1 Middle School tonight."

The young sisters next to them all echoed in their agreement.

"If the news spreads to No. 1 Middle School, the vocational high school will naturally know about it tomorrow. Then we'll be able to find out his background."

The girl's laughter mixed with the sound of rain, floating lightly and faintly.

The lights at the entrance of the alley were dim, lengthening the outlines of everyone.

The timid girl with hunched shoulders huddled into a shadow in the rain after the bully left.

A broken umbrella was tilted at his feet, with the broken frame wrapped with tape and the umbrella cover covered with patches.

The envelope in her arms was tightly wrapped in her school uniform, and her fingertips turned white from excessive force.

Rainwater cannot penetrate, and bullies cannot turn back.

On a rainy night, a man who was obviously much thinner than the baby-faced girl walked towards her step by step with determination through the mist.

The broad umbrella is like a ginkgo leaf that suddenly falls, covering the sky and blocking the onrushing rain.

The crying girl slowly raised her wet cheeks, and what came into view was the face of a Jiangnan beauty.

Her skin is fair and translucent, her eyebrows are light and soft, and her lips are thin and moist.

At this moment, he held the shaky umbrella handle tightly in his palm, tilted his arm slightly, and tilted the umbrella towards her head.

Half of her shoulder was immediately exposed to the rain curtain, and her school uniform was quickly soaked with deep water marks.

No matter how heavy the rain is, there will always be someone willing to go through the wind and rain just to give you a clear sky.

"I'll help you deliver the love letter, go back to school quickly."

Her voice was washed away by the sound of rain, but it seeped into my ears intermittently.

"Thank...thank you."

The girl thanked him while shivering, and it was hard to tell whether it was the biting cold wind or the fright brought by the figure in blue and white school uniform at the corner of the alley.

The figure gradually moving away from the alley left a slender silhouette on the umbrella cloth.

When it rains, hold an umbrella; the umbrella protects you; you hide your heart.

A lonely umbrella in the dark night is a ray of light in the eyes of a baby-faced girl.

It turns out that in the heavy rain, there is always someone who is more afraid of getting wet than she is.

The rainstorm is merciless, but we have umbrellas.

Bai Luo returned to the classroom, took out the letter from the pink envelope, and casually put it in a textbook.

Listening to the crackling sound of rain outside the window, she was bored and dazed.

Until a ray of light suddenly leaked through the textbooks stacked like a fortress on the table in front of me. It was a small round mirror embedded in the middle of the textbooks. The mirror surface was covered with water vapor, but it captured the sunlight at a certain moment.

The bright shadow happened to be reflected on the pinky ring on Bai Luo's little finger.

The ring was extremely thin, and it flashed a light, piercing diagonally into her distracted vision.

Suddenly I had an idea.

I picked up a sketchbook at random, and the cover page was full of lines of anime characters.

Turning to a blank page, he spun the charcoal pencil between his fingers and, according to the description of the vocational high school girl, he sketched the outline of a window and a desk in the lower left corner.

She didn't know who was sitting at the single table in the single row of Class 8, so she casually sketched a scene of a young man sleeping at the table.

Then, using a comics pen, I painted layer upon layer: blue and white school uniforms, crimson sunsets, and golden ginkgo trees.

The underlying tone of her life was gray, and she couldn't bear to see the young man share the same color as her.

Finally, use a liner pen to finish the strokes and write down the elegant small regular script.

"Young man, be happy every day"

She has low emotional intelligence and is short of eloquence, so she cannot write a gorgeous congratulatory speech. She just hopes that he will bloom towards the sun every day.

Laughter, indulgence, and publicity have all become the basic colors of life.

In the end, for some unknown reason, the money was paid.

——A disgusting person.

By the time I put the letter into the pink envelope, the first evening study session was almost over.

I plan to use the short ten minutes between classes to go to the first floor and deliver the love letter.

Deliver it openly, without avoiding any gaze, and hand the envelope directly to the recipient.

Anyway, her reputation has long been a legend in the campus gossip, so there is no need to hide it.

The minute hand of the white clock hanging in front of the classroom has reached the 45 position, and there are only five minutes left until the end of get out of class.

Bai Luo lay on the table piled with books and waited quietly.

Bursts of muffled thunder echoed past my ears. A flash of pink-purple lightning instantly illuminated the entire teaching building.

The next second, the vision was filled with a vague darkness.

confusing.

Someone screamed immediately.

"Why is the power out?"

"It gave me a fright."

"This is the second power outage this year."

Bai Luo, who was leaning over the table, squinted his eyes to adapt to the sudden change in light. He suddenly felt that sending love letters during a power outage was far more exciting than doing it openly.

In a rush of impulse, he clutched the envelope and stood up, blending into the shadows of the corridor while everyone was caught up in the whirlpool of fun.

Every floor and every classroom was filled with chaos and noise, obscuring the dull sound of footsteps on the stairs.

With his back bent, he walked past the classroom in front and stopped at the porch behind Class 8.

There was a heavy rain outside the building, and the air was filled with sticky moisture.

The air conditioner in the corner of the classroom had long been turned off, and the front and back doors were open, allowing the stuffy heat and humidity to circulate.

In Class 8's classroom, most students were playing and pushing each other with their desk mates, with laughter ringing out.

"Today is Children's Day. To me, minors are children."

"You're quite domineering."

It seems that today is a classmate's birthday, and the boys in the front row took the lead in singing the birthday song.

"Happy birthday to you……"

Taking advantage of the chaos, Bai Luo bent down and sneaked to the last row of lonely tables, and stuffed the love letter directly into the black schoolbag hanging on the hook on the side of the table, with quick movements and no hesitation.

The moment he turned around to escape, his little finger rubbed against the burning curved surface.

The cold ring flew out of his hand.

With a "plop", it rolled onto the wet ground.

"Whose ring fell off?"

The young man leaning against a window in the night suddenly opened his mouth, and the noisy classroom suddenly became silent.

When everyone turned around, Bai Luo had already escaped from Class 8 quietly.

"Yang, are you in the classroom?"

"Didn't you go to the office?"

The person sitting next to him heard his inquiry.

"What ring fell off?"

"Where's the ring?"

"I dropped it."

He continued speaking in a hoarse tone.

The brothers who usually played well with him were all puzzled.

"Yun, when did you get the ring?"

"Why haven't I seen you wear it before?"

"Let me see."

One of the brothers was too curious and took out a flashlight from his schoolbag when a flash of lightning suddenly struck outside the window.

The glaring blue light exposed every shadow in the classroom, and just happened to catch the discordant pink in the black schoolbag in the eyes of the onlookers.

"What's in your schoolbag?"

Everyone's eyes were originally focused on the young man in the corner, and they stared at him intently after hearing the voice.

"It's a love letter!"

"Who the hell is so bold?"

"Don't you know that you are a master of playing games with the world?"

Things turned out just as the vocational high school girl had expected, and the news spread throughout the campus during the break of the second evening class.

Afterwards, the girls from the vocational high school never bothered the baby-faced girl again.

This made Bai Luo feel a little more annoyed.

The name on the red and black list alongside hers, and the hot and reckless first kiss in her memory, all pointed to the same face.

It happened to be the same person.

Fortunately it was the same person.

On the day he returned to school to receive his diploma, Bai Luo held the certificate to block out the scorching sun.

The whispers of several girls in front of me drifted into my ears on the wind.

"I heard that Bo Xi from Class 8 got the provincial top scorer."

"Isn't this normal?"

"Besides, I heard that he wears a pinky ring on his left little finger."

"Which girl do you think a heartless man like him can win over?"

"You make him sound like a scumbag. He's never been in a relationship before, and I don't know who he'll end up with his first kiss."

The cicadas' chirping suddenly became loud, drowning out the whispers in the waves of midsummer.

But Bai Luo clearly grasped a key word in his mind.

"Pinky ring."

The sunlight passed over the edge of the certificate, casting a faint shadow in her eyes.

Is it hers?

If so, just consider it a gift to him.

If not, it doesn’t matter.

She had heard earlier that second-hand rings bring bad luck.

If that's true, I hope he has worse luck so he can get some for her.

－－

Regarding the memory of the ring, Bai Luo only remembered that the god was biased and did not bestow his good fortune upon her.

The vines of envy entwine the heart and bloom poisonous flowers.

He stabbed Bo Xi and also stabbed himself.

Someone in the box was listening intently and suddenly asked a question.

"If you were given another chance, would you still deliver a love letter for that girl?"

The LCD screen was mottled with light and shadow, reflecting a pair of tearful eyes.

The girl holding the microphone was humming drunkenly.

"If I could go back to the past"

"Everything repeats itself"

The box was filled with a doomsday gray. The girl with a straight back spoke with single sounds that were as sharp as blood.

"meeting."

If fate were to repeat itself a thousand times, she would still hold up an umbrella, walk to the end of the alley, and create a clear sky for the baby-faced girl.

The day her mother left her, she walked alone in the rain for the first time.

She encountered rain for the second time when her father died.

On the hurried night of escaping from the drug den, the rain washed away the mud under my feet.

My uncle went to the pier of Hong Kong Island, and the salty raindrops mixed with the sea breeze.

The moment the diagnosis of depression was received, tears and rain had already lost their boundaries on my cheeks.

The rain in life has fallen countless times.

I have been hurt, so I can’t bear to see others suffer again.

The person sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed in concentration curled his lips in sarcasm.

Or would you hand him a love letter on behalf of someone else, or pray that bad luck would befall him?

He gave her all the good luck as she wished.

Can you be happier?

The game continues.

Bai Luo picked up the phone on the table, stood up and left the box.

Her cell phone had been vibrating just now, and an unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen.

She always regarded strangers on TV as irrelevant noise, but today the unfamiliar numbers stubbornly penetrated her alienation defenses.

I found a secluded place in the safe passage and touched the answer button.

Before she could open her mouth, the other party introduced himself.

"Hello, is this Miss Bai? I'm Shang Yu's assistant. He's drunk and keeps calling your name. Could you please come over?"

Bai Luo had met Shang Yu's assistant before. She was the woman sitting in the business car on the day they reunited.

Her long, wavy, misty brown hair falls to her waist, and paired with a luxurious woolen cape, she looks like an exquisite daughter.

"Give him a bottle of yogurt if he drinks too much."

A ray of cold, dark light leaked in from the skylight, falling dimly on her indifferent profile.

An unyielding pleading voice came from the other end.

"Shang Yu has been making a fuss about seeing you. He seems really upset. Miss Bai, please, just come over."

It's a pity that Bai Luo is cold-blooded, cold-hearted and cold-hearted.

"It's already impossible for us. If you like him, take advantage of the opportunity. He doesn't like being alone, so spend more time with him. If you don't like him, just ignore what I said."

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Before Bai Luo fell in love with Shang Yu, he had already killed the possibility of them being together.

Cooling the world's possibilities.

In the late summer of 2012, when Shang Yu left, she entered the first year of high school. She still didn't understand what love was and only regarded him as a family member.

Later she suddenly realized that there was a secret love hidden behind the consideration.

Sadly, he left too early and she woke up too late.

＿＿

"Buzz!"

The call was disconnected.

As he turned and left, his cold eyes pierced into a pair of eyes in the darkness.

Someone is betting on her.

I don't know where he came from.

She saw the message from Aisha just now.

[Lolo, I'm sorry. I'll let Sister Fei take me back first. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell them and leave.]

She guessed that the atmosphere was not harmonious, so Aisha left early.

But Bai Luo was still upset about Bo Yi's teasing and decided to ignore it.

As we passed each other, a wisp of bitter smoke lingered in my nostrils.

"Are you still angry?"

“…”

Suddenly he recalled his indifferent response to Aisha in the box.

"None of your business."

Throw it back intact.

Bo Yu seemed completely unconcerned as he suddenly moved closer, his smoke rings brushing past her ears, trailing a pale blue trail in the humid air.

"Little bedmate."

"So you hated me so much in high school."

Bai Luo's mind went blank, and when he looked up, he fell into his dark eyes. Deep in the dark, yet wickedly bright.

Did he hear it?

She thought he had not returned to the box.

I don't know which sentence of hers he started to listen to.

She said she hated him because his dazzling light hurt her eyes.

So she hoped that the second-hand ring would bring him bad luck and curse him to fall from the altar.

The old skylight was like a small picture frame, framing her bewildered reflection.

I didn't know whether to apologize or what, so I just threw the problem to him.

"you……"

"Me what?"

The voice was suddenly cut off, and he held up the second-hand ring on his left little finger under the light.

"Is it what you wanted now? You're as miserable as a mad dog in an alley. You bite everyone you see."

"Is that what I was thinking the night I took you in? Why did I bite you?"

“…”

She really thought so.

A ray of moonlight penetrated the dusty glass of the skylight and fell right on the side of his face.

In the semi-dark silhouette, his smile was both ruffian and dangerous, but it allowed Bai Luo to see clearly his emotional changes.

There was teasing, exploration, and a hint of hurt that she dared not acknowledge.

"I'm moving out tonight."

She managed to utter a word, her tone stiff.

I naively thought that as long as I cut off contact, all entanglements would be wiped out.

Unfortunately, those who fall into the wolf's den can no longer escape from the layers of traps.

She turned to flee, but he grabbed her by the waist and pressed her against the mottled wall. His palm was incredibly hot, burning her skin through the fabric.

"Want to escape?"

Bai Luo's whole body trembled, his breathing became disordered, but he stubbornly raised his cold and pale face.

"No, I just have a place to live."

As if afraid that he would question her, she added another sentence.

"In an upscale neighborhood near the school."

This one sentence made Bo Xi panic. He chewed the words "high-end residential complex" carefully between his lips and teeth.

Wasn't his original intention to help her?

Now that she has a better place to go, we should let her go and let her fly.

Why does he feel a little lost?

The strength in his arms instantly weakened, he turned around and lit a new cigarette, his voice returning to its usual casual tone.

"Okay, go home now."

The passage was dim and Bai Luo met his eyes again. A smile appeared in his pupils but did not reach his eyes.

"good."

From the beginning to the end, she never wanted to have anything to do with him.

I went home with him that night only because I had no other choice, and I agreed because I mistook him for someone else.