Irish Rose

The night fell completely, like an old piece of paper covered with dust.

The KTV selected by Lu Fei is located in the core area of ​​Hangzhou and Hong Kong.

——Royal Club.

Located in a prime location in the city center, it is famous for its luxurious interior design and top-notch hardware configuration.

As a favorite of the upper class, it is a gathering place for celebrities from all walks of life, and is often visited by big names in the entertainment industry and business tycoons.

However, unexpectedly, I ran into the encounter that I should have avoided the most.

Bai Luo, Bo Yi, Shang Yu.

All three of them were stunned.

"Zhao Zhao."

A man in a sloppy suit standing at the corner of the corridor seemed to have lost his breath and his voice was choked.

He sent messages to Bai Luo within a week, and her responses were perfunctory, as if she was unwilling to chat with him any more.

Knowing that she was preparing for the final exam, I stopped disturbing her.

But tonight he met her unexpectedly in KTV at the request of a client.

But he was accompanied by his secretary.

And she stood side by side with his brother.

This title caused the two groups to look at each other in surprise.

Zhao Zhao?

Who is it?

Amidst a group of surprised gazes, the girl in a denim dress called out "Uncle" with an expressionless face.

Shang Yu may have drunk some wine at the banquet, his eyes and brows were a little gloomy due to the drunkenness, and he stumbled and fell in front of Bai Luo.

The bony hand tried to touch the top of her head, but Bai Luo dodged it.

"There's a sense of proportion."

The hand, not knowing where to put it, hung in the air, and the man, who seemed to be drunk, laughed at himself.

When did his Zhao Zhao become as strange to him as a stranger?

The man in gray clothes felt a surge of bitterness in his heart. He ignored all the gossiping eyes and choked with sobs.

"I finally found you, how could I let you go?"

I've liked her for years, and I've been looking for her for four years. Even if I'm reluctant and helpless, how can I give her up? How can I be willing to give her up to someone else?

Love in this world is never something that is easily given up, but a life-and-death struggle that is engraved in the bones and blood.

Shang Yu is too contradictory.

On one side is capital and desire, on the other side is cooking smoke and the fragrance of rice, and he has become a wisp of gossamer hanging between the two, with nowhere to land.

The tide of the Victorian River flows day and night, but it cannot wash away the homesickness that is deeply rooted in our bones and blood.

So, he tried hard to come back.

But his Zhao Zhao doesn't want him anymore.

The pupils of both groups of people were filled with shock.

What shocking news?

But the lonely young man leaned against the porcelain wall, biting a lollipop and watching the show as if he was not involved.

His brother's tricks for picking up girls are fucking terrible.

"Why, you all want to sit here and watch the show?"

The moment the young man finished speaking, a summer thunder rolled past.

The group of people stopped gossiping and returned to the box with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

Bai Luo signaled Shang Yu's secretary to take the person away, and then left.

My heart feels like it has completely given up.

She didn't know why she had an instinctive aversion to him, as it was obvious that she should rely on him the most.

It was clear that when she was in junior high school, she would call him countless times a week, he was the first person to share the award certificate with, and he was the one who always picked her up when she had a cold or fever.

But now, the two have become strangers who are close to each other but far away from each other.

The leaden clouds were about to fall, and the rain came pouring down.

Rain is an old disease of the old city, always recurring in the endless night.

After giving a few words to the secretary, Bai Luoxun took shelter from the rain at the entrance of the club.

A cool, damp vapor washed over her, and the coolness and memories seeped into her skin.

Under the eaves where she was sheltering from the rain, she vaguely remembered her uncle waiting for her fearlessly.

Reaching out to catch the rain, what your palm catches is not only water droplets, but also the vague past.

She felt that she was very cruel and heartless.

The family affection of several years faded away silently.

She and he are just a play that is overdue.

When we returned to the box in the night, a group of people were playing games noisily.

In the darkness, I could see a thin corner of the sofa.

With his head half lowered, his silver-gray hair half covered his three-dimensional eyebrows and eyes.

Thin and lonely.

"Buzz!"

The phone in my hand vibrated at an inopportune moment.

Lower your damp eyelashes.

[Do you like younger brothers?]

???

Younger brother?

The cool cell phone strap touched my pinky finger.

A flash of thought passed through Bai Luo's mind: the part-time boy under the street light on the deserted street.

How can you tell that she likes younger men?

Just imaginary?

Dreamed about it?

I wanted to tease him, because he always teases me.

[I like it, I like it very much.]

"Lolo, what are you doing standing at the door? Come and sit down."

As Concubine Lu was turning the bottle, she looked up and saw someone wearing a denim skirt for the first time tonight.

He turned off his phone and slowly moved to the empty seat next to Concubine Lu.

Why is the other side thin?

"Luo Bao, try this wine, it's sweet and sour."

Concubine Lu randomly picked a gradient-colored cocktail and handed it to her, her thick black false eyelashes blinking.

"Thanks."

Bai Luo took a sip and suddenly felt that his phone was being moved inch by inch.

He stole her cell phone right under her nose!

It's open and aboveboard, without any sense of stealing.

Who else could it be except Bo Xi?

He rolled his eyeballs slightly, and the person who was doing the bad thing beside him seemed to have noticed something and raised his eyelids wearily.

Their sights met and then separated.

Don't argue with the person who seems drunk, let him remove the lanyard of your cell phone and insert it clearly into the hole of his cell phone case.

I gave him a worthless love lanyard.

It just so happens that the letter on the heart is Y, which matches his “阽”.

"Yun, what were you doing this morning? You quit the game halfway through and didn't reply to my messages."

Chen Ci Si, whose game lost two stars, was settling scores intentionally or unintentionally.

The time when he and his girlfriend were dating, as revealed on the school forum, roughly coincided with the time when he finished playing the game.

Twenty minutes can do anything.

Luxurious box, the ultimate collision of red and black.

The figure in the white shirt looks dim and unclear.

It was the clothes that Bai Luo took off from him in the art building in the morning, wore on himself all day, took off in the evening, and was put on by the original owner again.

The light scent of jasmine lingers.

The corners of his eyes were half closed, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Isn't that clearly stated on the forum?"

Yes, confirmed.

Art building, girlfriend, date.

"No, don't scare me, do you really have a girlfriend?"

"Isn't it said that you are frigid?"

"That's not right. Which girl in our school can catch your eye?"

"Is she from outside the school? A beautiful sister or a good girl?"

All kinds of questions arise.

"Just teasing you guys."

But the person in question had a cold and arrogant expression, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the person next to him had become a drunkard.

A Long Island Iced Tea was poured in one glass.

“…”

A group of people looked at each other in silence.

Bai Luo was drowsy and only felt his eardrums buzzing.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, and I had no interest in the topic. I was just playing dice on the table out of boredom.

Why are they all the same?

What luck.

"Lolo, are you drunk?"

Concubine Lu didn't know when she gave up her seat to Wu Kai. She knew that he came from a wealthy family and was well-educated, and had liked Bai Luo for a long time, so she wanted to match them up.

Bai Luo's fingertips paused.

"No."

Suddenly, his butterfly bones straightened, and he was completely drunk but insisted that he was sober.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the rain was falling heavily, soaking the entire city.

Wu Kai's gaze fell straight on her profile. Her lips were red without any makeup, and her cheeks were pink without any make-up.

It's hard not to be moved.

Love is like weeds, it grows endlessly, it can’t be cut or burned.

I thought about giving up thousands of times, but I was defeated once I fell in love.

His gaze was all imprinted on Bo Yi's retina.

Tsk.

Don’t even think about competing with him for people.

It was almost two in the morning when the group dispersed.

Bai Luo was somewhat more awake, but his mind was blank. He couldn't recognize people properly, and at this moment, only one person's name came to his mind.

There was a thin pool of water on the tiled area at the entrance of the club, reflecting a beautiful slender girl with a butterfly-like back.

"Lu Fei, why are you on the big screen?"

Across the street from the club is a bus stop, where a cold white LED screen flashes performance videos from the Hangzhou University Art Festival.

She randomly captured delicate faces, and in the low visibility wetness, she could clearly see the young man holding the microphone and singing tiredly on the big screen.

It's Bo Yi.

Water falls from the eaves of the porch, the streets are flooded, and Hangzhou and Hong Kong are always breathing in the rain.

In the extravagant hall, people gathered in the corner, chatting for a while as they were still not satisfied.

The cold light from the hanging crystal chandelier cast a gray shadow on the cheap cigarette between one person's fingers.

Across the surging crowd, his dark eyes saw a girl who seemed out of place in the vibrant lights and feasting.

She was wearing the denim dress he gave her today.

It's quite unexpected.

Loose shoulder-length hair, ice-white skin, and a slender waist that can be held in one hand.

A slender back like a butterfly.

Stop at the door and listen to the sound of rain.

The sound of rain hits my eardrums, and the memory of a rainy day suddenly becomes harsh.

＿＿

Every weekend evening, when the two were bored at home, Bo Xi would always take his basketball to the nearby basketball court to shoot.

Bai Luo sat down obediently on the lounge chair and watched him play basketball seriously.

Sometimes I would count how many three-pointers he made in a minute, and sometimes I would inexplicably hand him some water and then take out a tissue from my pocket to wipe away his sweat.

He lowered his eyebrows and eyes, she stood on tiptoe and raised her head, and their breaths were very close.

The long night has a sense of illusion that allows people to escape from reality.

Their eyes met, feeling the close yet distant atmosphere.

"The ball in my hand went in, can you please stop hating me?"

Bo Xi came close to her eyes and pinched her cheek with his slender fingers.

"Is that alright, my little bedmate?"

He emphasized the words on purpose to be naughty.

“…”

The dark pupils reflected her tiny shadow, and Bai Luo looked around, making it even more obvious.

"You throw the ball first."

In fact, she no longer hated him. In high school, she envied his happy family while her own family was broken.

From envy comes disgust.

Dislike is just another disguise of love.

Now, she only felt gratitude towards him, and some indescribable emotion.

Thank him for taking me in, thank him for inspiring me to live for myself.

A deserted basketball court.

The boy's left hand hung casually by his side, while the five fingers of his right hand firmly grasped the basketball.

He jumped suddenly, and a corner of his hair was blown away by the wind, revealing a thin layer of sweat on his neck.

The crisp sound of the ball entering the net echoed loudly.

"I won."

He smiled wickedly and lustfully, his voice hoarse and alluring.

"Stop hating me, okay?"

Can you try to like him?

It was foggy and the air was humid, and Bai Luo's eyes were covered with cold mist.

"good."

Her heartbeat grew in silence. She admitted that she didn't hate him.

The two of them matched their steps, greeted the rising sun together before the endless night fell, and became light side by side.

Dawn is no longer alone.

＿＿

"Bo Qian."

"The person on the big screen looks like you."

The slender white fingers pointed directly at the young man on the LED screen at the bus stop.

His facial features were thin but angular, with a pointed nose and a natural arrogance.

I don't know if he was talking to himself or had some intentional reference, but he managed to quiet down the noise of the crowd.

All sounds faded.

Who the hell keeps calling them names?

Soft. Low.

Inexplicably sweet.

The dead leaves return to the branches one by one.

The girl at the door, who was in a dishevel and covered in damp and cold air, had her eyes curved in drunkenness.

"Why is his hair black? Is he your brother?"

After hanging up the phone, Concubine Lu rushed to Bai Luo's side in panic.

Knowing Bo Xi's temper too well, he knew that she disliked her "brother".

"Luo Bao is drunk, don't bother with her. I'll take her home right away."

He winked at Shen Cisi, who was watching the fun with great interest.

It means "Hurry up and tell your brother to stop worrying about it."

"I, I didn't drink too much, not too much."

The drunkard, the center of attention, retorted with his tongue twitching.

A good-looking face.

"I can still... I can still recite the periodic table!"

She took a deep breath and began to stumble.

"Hydrogen, helium, lithium... lithium, lithium... oh no, it's beryllium! And then there's oxygen... no, oxygen is number 8, so the first one should be... sodium!"

For some reason, I was completely motionless. A torrential rain fell in my focused yet distorted vision.

Tears welled up in my cold eyes.

"I don't have a chaotic private life, nor am I unloved. They only believe what they see and don't give me a chance to explain."

No one will listen to her explanation.

No. No.

The silence that no one favors is deafening.

She is a lamp that no one lights, it shines on its own and goes out on its own.

"Why is Bo Yi gone?"

In Shuljian, his wet eyes looked sadly at the big screen in the rain.

In the few minutes of video, and the countless unfamiliar faces, she only remembered Lu Fei and Bo Xi.

In the grayness of the crowd, he is the only saturated color.

No matter she was trapped in the long night or confined to darkness, he was always behind her.

The boy is her day, which gives warmth to her cold tears.

The night was pouring in. In the hall, someone chewing a mint cigarette had a tinge of crimson at the corners of their eyes.

I don’t know if it was caused by the wind or the smoke.

Her hair was sticking to her brow bones, and her sleepy eyes were looking at the girl with a worried look on her face.

It is not wine that makes people drunk, it is people who get drunk with truth.

Maybe only by getting drunk can I be myself again.

With red eyes, Concubine Lu caught a glimpse of an oppressive person approaching the two of them step by step.

The heartache immediately turned into panic.

"Yue, Luo Bao really didn't mean to call your name. She was drunk. Can you please be magnanimous and not bother with her?"

Immediately protect the person behind you.

The person behind her was not honest. She pointed at the boy who corrected her pronunciation on New Year's Eve and smiled.

"How did you get out of the big screen?"

She stumbled and fell in front of him, and her arms immediately climbed up his neck.

The series of actions shocked everyone so much that they forgot to breathe.

Damn, she is worthy of being the school belle, she even dares to tease Bo Xi.

Bai Luo's eyes were surprisingly bright, but they were covered with a layer of mist, and the person in front of him had a double image.

"Hey, can you split yourself?"

"Do you know who I am?"

Bo Xi's pair of dark eyes, full of watery light, gave off a hint of affection.

Staring straight at the silly girl in front of him.

Little drunkard.

"have no idea."

For some reason, she suddenly got angry, loosened her arms around his neck, and pushed him hard.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you standing in front of me?"

"An eyesore."

The force was so great that Bo Qi staggered back a step.

The series of actions shocked everyone again.

The school belle is indeed a school belle, I admire her so much.

"Xiao, I want to apologize to you on behalf of Luo Bao. She's drunk. I'll help her get in the car first."

Concubine Lu gasped, and quickly took Bai Luo's arm and escaped.

Who could tell her why a usually taciturn person would talk so much when drunk?

Little do we know that the thousands of words we say when we are drunk are what we are unable to say when we are sober.

The vast asphalt road was hazy with rain and lights falling together.

"Luo Bao, I'm worried about you being like this. Why don't you stay at my house tonight?"

Concubine Lu didn't know the exact address of Bai Luo, and she was in a daze, so she was really worried.

Bai Luo curled up quietly in the dim shadow of the back seat, like a kitten that had accidentally entered the human world.

"Okay."

She mumbled vaguely, her voice soft and sticky with the smell of alcohol.

The others in the hall looked at the sports car at the door, still savoring the moment.

"Did I see it right? The school beauty just pushed me away?"

"She even hugged my neck!"

"That's not right. I remember that last time at the food stall, the school beauty said she didn't know him."

"You really believe it? Who at Hangzhou University doesn't know him?"

Bo Yi returned to his usual calm and cool demeanor.

The mint cigarette between fingers burned out, and the astringent taste of nicotine rushed into the lungs and spread wildly.

The pain in my throat is hotter than ashes.

As for Bai Luo's family, he only pieced together a vague outline from the fragments of information from others.

My parents are divorced, my father died early, my mother remarried and we have a son.

They described her vividly as a child who was born to parents but not raised by their own parents.

The cruelest abandonment in the world is giving birth to a child but not raising him or her.

Bai Luo's past is like a damp wall, which peels off and reveals the mold spots of other people's words.

Only she knows the truth.

Invisible when viewed from close up, meaningful when viewed from afar.

"Now that you're gone, why don't you stay at my place for the night?"

Shen Cisi hooked his neck, looking gossipy.

Based on his understanding of Concubine Lu, he will definitely take Bai Luo home.

"Go to your house and eat your dog food?"

Bo Xi pushed his hand away in annoyance. They were so affectionate in public, but who knows what they would be like behind people's backs.

The rainy season in the old city has no end, only the cycle of dripping eaves, gurgling in the alleys, and rushing rivers.

Although he said no, his legs honestly walked towards the back seat of the car at the door.

There is only a look of indifference left from the back.

The white shirt swayed in the moonlight, and the wind with the smell of plum rain blew against my cheeks.

When he opened the back door, a head of soft ice-blue hair suddenly fell into the shadow of Bo's chest.

Bai Luo's forehead was originally against the glass window, his body was limp, and when the car door opened, he instinctively fell over due to inertia.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Concubine Lu stared at the ambiguous and dark scene in the back seat in astonishment.

"Yao, how about you..."

She seemed to be hesitant to speak, staring blankly at the indifferent boy, and effortlessly pushed the drunk girl to the other side of the back seat.

The two gaunt shoulder blades pressed against a bony hand, which suddenly trembled.

I opened my wet and sticky eyes dizzily.

The lights at the entrance of the club were dim, illuminating Bo Xi's extremely aggressive facial features inch by inch.

The fog and wind made people blinded.

"You look so fierce."

Bo Yu had a cold and arrogant look on his face, and he stared at the half-crazy, half-drunk man with interest.

This is the first time I’ve heard a girl say he’s mean since we started living together.

"good."

I couldn't help but rub the top of her head.

A black sports car sped along the neon-lit street.

The two people in the front seat would occasionally look at the two people in the back seat cautiously.

Bo Xi leaned back in his chair lazily, closed his eyes and dozed off.

Bai Luoxu was drunk. He stretched out his slender white fingers and clumsily traced the outline of his collarbone. His movements were so childish that it seemed like he was drawing a crooked graffiti.

Do the two really not know each other, or are they pretending not to know each other?

When did Bo Yi become good enough to let girls touch him?

Did he ignore the drunkard? Or was he happy for her to touch him?

The night was endless. No one noticed that Bo Qi secretly curled his lips.

The girl is so well-behaved that it makes people's hearts soften.

Want to kiss.

After all, I didn't cross the line in front of outsiders.

Lu Fei and Shen Cisi lived together in their sophomore year and bought a large flat in a community near Hangzhou University.

The empty underground parking lot was dimly lit and the air was stagnant.

The black sports car came to a screeching halt in the double parking space.

The air in the cramped back seat was thick and hazy. The world in the rain shrank to just the two of them.

Bai Luo was very obedient and snuggled up to Bo Xi's shoulder, his gentle warm breath gently caressing his neck.

On the other hand, Bo Yi.

A boneless half-nest in darkness, with a face that is half cold and cruel, half lazy and arrogant.

The narrow peach blossom eyes were closed in sleep, and the weariness of a whole day was hidden between the brows.

The night rain in Hangzhou and Hong Kong continues.

The two people in the front row looked at the amazing scene in the back seat, quietly switched to the panoramic shooting mode, and captured a pleasant frame.

With a "click".

A flash of cold white light passed by.

Damn it, I forgot to turn off the flash.

The boy has a sharp jawline and dangerous eyes.

The two men reflexively surrendered.

"Wrong, delete it immediately."

The feint outlines a phantom movement.

I won’t delete it, I’ll just keep it.

His finger slipped and touched a dialog box.

Photo sent successfully.

The fog is thick.

Concubine Lu called Bai Luo's name repeatedly, but he only mumbled vaguely.

Had to give up.

"Let me carry Luo Bao up."

As Concubine Lu tried to steady Bai Luo, she heard a faint voice in her ear.

"I'll carry her."

"ah?"

Two surprised voices collided head-on.

They are indeed a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

"I'll carry her."

In the damp light, Bo Xi raised his eyebrows coldly.

As if to say, "Are you afraid I'll eat her?"

The two of them looked at him meaningfully.

The thousand-year-old iron tree has blossomed and borne fruit?

Bai Luo's weight pressed down on his back like a cloud.

Her shadow lay softly against his shoulder blade.

The bones are embedded in each other's bones and blood, and they are the same body in life and death, and they cannot be decayed or separated.

The metal door of the elevator on the basement level opened and closed. The overhead light stretched the shadows of the two people across the damp, dusty surface.

The red numbers climbed one by one, surging with the various fireworks of the world.

Through the transparent observation window, the walls of the skyscraper rise against the trend, just like time passing by rapidly.

The girl's long hair occasionally brushed the back of his neck, making it numb and itchy.

In the corner, Concubine Lu and Shen Cisi watched the two of them quietly.

One is tall and silent, the other is tiny and crouching.

They seem to be a good match for each other, what's going on?

The two people are so different that they have nothing in common.

"Ding" sound.

We have reached the 33rd floor.

The apartment has three bedrooms, two living rooms and two bathrooms with north-south ventilation.

Two side bedrooms and a small bedroom connected to a small balcony.

Bo Xi gently laid Bai Luo horizontally on the mattress. She muttered a vague word "hot" in her dream.

Under the orange wall lamp in the room, her sleeping face was peaceful.

The ultimate pure desire.

His throat felt itchy and he rolled his Adam's apple secretly.

I don't know when it started, but my possessiveness towards her has become stronger and stronger.

Want to take it for oneself.