Midnight Aurora

Their passionate love affair was heard and witnessed by all the students at Hangzhou University.

They are inseparable all day long, and their affectionate figures can be seen wherever you go.

On the night when Bai Luo officially announced their relationship, Aisha's call came across thousands of mountains and rivers, instantly crossing the distance.

She explained the ins and outs of their relationship one by one.

Aisha was quite surprised and supported their relationship. After all, apart from Bo Yi, it would be hard to find anyone else who could match her Lolo.

When Wu Kai saw the intimate photo of the two of them on his circle of friends, his breathing stopped.

The sun was shining brightly, but he felt that the whole world had darkened.

I couldn't help but tear up my eyes, not because of jealousy, but because of pain.

I felt sorry for myself because I was one step slower and lost to him.

Love is such a strange thing, hard to explain or explain. The more incompatible two people are, the more they become a perfect match. The more unlikely they are to be connected, the more they seem to be inseparable.

The blood is connected and the bones and blood are integrated.

A group of people are good brothers. Chen Cisi is in a dilemma. No matter which side he stands on, he will offend the other side.

Love is not about taking sides, but not taking sides can be the most hurtful.

He knew how crazy Bo Qi was and how he was willing to go against the whole world for Bai Luo.

I also understand how stubborn Wu Kai is. Silent people are the cruelest. The deeper they love, the more pain they suffer.

But love is not about dividing up the spoils and profits, and no one should give in to anyone else.

He was not a fool who would cheer for anyone, so he simply ignored them and let them do whatever they wanted, fight and grab as much as they wanted.

Fortunately, Wu Kai was rational and clear-headed enough and did not destroy himself in his emotions.

He swallowed the resentment and bitterness, and calmly gave Bai Luo a blessing.

Some things are not anyone's fault, nor is it anyone's victory.

But as people walk, they separate and get hurt.

Behind me are laughter, blessings and the perfection of others.

He thought that he would probably have to live like this for the rest of his life.

But fate always prepares to play pranks on people when they are happiest and most joyful.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival comes so late, so late that Bai Luowangnian and Bo Qi will be together for life and never separate.

I curled up in a corner of the sofa, watching the news broadcast and listening to the host with a square accent expressing blessings for family reunions, peace and prosperity in the country, and the full moon and reunion of families.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival again. The sky lanterns are as bright as day.

Bo Yi had been elusive recently, leaving early and returning late. He didn't explain, and she didn't ask, just assuming he was busy.

Ten minutes ago, he sent her a message.

[I'll be home in half an hour. I'll bring you a small cake. I'll make dinner when I get home.]

She replied "OK."

Attached is an emoticon package stolen from Concubine Lu.

Next second.

An abrupt prompt sound broke the silence.

Someone added her v.

[I have something to say. Please agree.]

The tone was harsh, yet carried an undeniable urgency.

She was stunned for a moment and clicked "pass".

The message was replied almost instantly.

[I am Meng Ning.]

[What's up? ]

Coming for her.

[I mean, could you please stop wasting time on Bo Xilai?]

Bai Luo's whole body stiffened, as if someone pushed him from behind, and he stumbled and fell into the cold wind.

[What's the meaning? ]

[He gave up the opportunity to go to the border for combat for you. He had clearly agreed to it a long time ago.]

[You are the daughter of a drug enforcement officer. You should understand that you two are not on the same path and have no future together.]

[We are all adults now, you should understand that some love is about fulfillment, not possession.]

[Don't tell him I looked for you.]

The news stopped abruptly.

"Meow~"

Sui Sui seemed to sense his owner's unhappiness and swept his furry tail across the back of her hand.

Bai Luo's eyelashes trembled, a hint of moisture etched on them. He couldn't tell if it was the mist that blinded his eyes, or the cold fog that dampened his heart.

It’s not that she doesn’t understand love, it’s that she is too greedy for the feeling of being loved.

I've finally been loved, how can I bear to let go?

I lowered my eyes to look at the cold tea on the coffee table. The tea surface reflected the night light on the ceiling, like a lonely little moon.

He murmured silently.

"Then you know that I gave up studying abroad for him?"

After thinking about it for a whole month, she told the professor her decision this morning.

She said, "It doesn't matter where the future is, but I want to stay with the one I love."

The professor looked at her with understanding and regret in his eyes, and sighed for a long time.

"You have your moon, so I won't advise you to chase the sun."

That foreign city with falling snow, the lights in the library that never go out, and the strange yet vivid languages ​​in the streets and alleys are the dreams flowing from her pen.

She doesn't deny regrets.

But she wanted more to have a small home with him in a gray residential building, listen to an unexpected rain, and watch an ordinary sunrise.

Naively believe that love is enough to offset all costs

But in the end, she found out that she was wrong. Completely wrong.

Not only was she wrong, Bo Xi was even more wrong.

What they gave up for each other was not only their future, but also the self that could have spread its wings.

It's not sacrifice, it's self-binding.

They forget that a lifetime is too long. Long enough for the blazing "forever" to fade into the pale "once", and for the resolute "I can only have you" to turn into the silent "forget it".

The future is a fragile lucid dream.

In the dim light, light and shadow hit her eyelashes, reflecting the redness at the end of her eyes.

She didn't cry, but her heart was aching.

Winter has not yet come, but time has already crushed spring.

She and he, that's it.

It’s not because anyone was wrong, it’s because they were all too young and too naive to think that love can overcome everything.

*

The temperature in Hangzhou and Hong Kong was low at night, with a dry chill. However, Bo Xi was only wearing a black T-shirt.

Bai Luo repeatedly advised him not to wear the same outfit all the time. He seemed to listen, and changed into a new one. But then he seemed not to listen, and changed into another one of the same style and color.

It's the same as not changing it. I don't bother with it anymore.

The two of them were not interested in mooncakes, but Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival of reunion and it must be celebrated with rituals.

Bo Xi came up with an idea and bought her a Jade Rabbit Pounding Medicine Cake.

After all, it was the first time for the two of them to celebrate the traditional festival together, so it was always commemorative.

The sky was madly dark, as if a rainstorm would break out in the next second and pour down.

It hadn't rained much in Hangzhou and Hong Kong for a month. The sky was gray-blue, the sun was high in the sky early, and the wind was gentle and the weather was beautiful.

So much so that people almost forget the damp and lingering background of the South.

But he forgot that he and she would eventually be separated.

I just didn't expect that the day of separation would come so early.

It caught people off guard.

Bo Xi pushed the door open and walked in, and the lights instantly filled his whole body.

The first thing that caught his eye was the girl's sad silhouette.

With his hands hanging naturally and his head tilted, he stared blankly at the blurry night outside the window.

He seemed to be immersed in his own little world of sorrow.

The door creaked and Bai Luo's eyelashes trembled.

Knowing that he is back.

Before I could look back, the breath arrived before the body temperature.

Someone was restraining her from behind.

Bo Xi glanced at the fragrant noodles and sniffed her scent as usual.

"Didn't you say you would wait for me to come back?"

There was a cold hoarseness in his voice, and it was hard to hide the slight trembling in his throat.

Bai Luo took the initiative to cook twice.

One time, during the first week of summer vacation, she made taro pie and taro toast as if possessed by some mysterious force.

Little did he know that he was allergic to taro paste.

She applied allergy medicine on him and left with her uncle.

What about this time?

You're leaving him again, aren't you?

Bai Luo sniffed silently, pinching the soft flesh with his nails, trying to suppress the bitterness welling up in his eyes.

"Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, and I have nothing to do at home."

"Besides, you've been busy all day, try my cooking."

The air in the narrow, dark kitchen was stagnant and oppressive, and the feeling of oppression was pressing on the two people's breathing tracts.

Bo Xi's eyes darkened and he kissed her earlobe as if nothing had happened.

Then help her serve the noodles.

"It should be no worse than what you did."

Bai Luo placed a bowl of noodles on the table, then went back to the kitchen to get the bamboo chopsticks and handed them to him.

The best noodles she had ever eaten in her life were the Yangchun noodles made by her father and the double-sauce noodles made by her teenager.

But from now on, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to eat it again.

As if he had noticed something was wrong with the girl, he lowered his eyelids and ate noodles in silence.

His craftsmanship is indeed not inferior to his.

The night is very dark.

Outside the window, the neon lights of Hangzhou and Hong Kong are shining in the flashy world, the noise is bone-deep, and the desire is sleepless.

Inside the house, the light bulb in the rental apartment was dim, with a bowl of hot noodle soup, two sets of old bowls and chopsticks, and a simple meal, but it was more dazzling than the light in the entire city.

For fear of disturbing the brief moment of elegance, the two of them deliberately slowed down their eating speed.

But what is meant to come will come.

Fate cannot be escaped, or the disaster is already determined.

Bo Yu calmly picked up the dishes and moved to the kitchen to wash them. He turned around for a second and glanced at the girl sitting there with a blank look in her eyes.

He sat there quietly, like an empty shell.

My heart ached for no apparent reason.

The water in the kitchen gurgled. Bai Luo's face turned pale, and his heart, lodged in his left chest, ached violently.

The taste was so sour and bitter that he closed his misty eyes and spoke slowly and with difficulty.

"Bo Qian."

A heavy name made the black figure in the kitchen shudder.

In the rental house where no light is seen for the rest of my life, her voice slowly echoes.

“I plan to study abroad.”

I don't know how much effort I put in.

sorry.

She naively thought that love was no more noble to her than her career. But she underestimated herself and her love for Bo Yi even more.

She really wanted to have a home with him in the secular sense.

Simple. Warm.

But it doesn't work.

Based on love is career and ideal.

She can't be too selfish.

How could he not understand what Meng Ning said?

She is the daughter of an anti-drug police officer and will face revenge from drug lords in the future.

It’s not that I don’t want to retaliate, it’s just that the time has not come yet.

Bo Xi acted as if he didn't hear anything, or pretended to be deaf and dumb, and continued washing the white porcelain bowl that had already been cleaned twice.

As if deceiving himself, he increased the pressure of the faucet.

Bai Luo glanced at the mottled ground. The boy's shadow was indestructible.

Knowing that he heard it, he continued talking.

"To London, for three years."

The whole world sank like a drowning night. Bai Luo muttered, "Let's break up."

Being in a foreign country for three years seems even further away.

A hug across time zones will never feel body temperature.

The longing across the ocean cannot withstand the rust of reality.

The smile on the screen is but a compressed illusion. No matter how intimate the conversation, it cannot fill the emptiness thousands of miles away.

They didn't dare to take a gamble that they couldn't win.

Time is shattered second by second.

Bai Luo blinked his shimmering blue eyes, and a burning tear rolled down silently.

"us……"

Before the word "break up" was uttered, there was a cold and chilling "click" sound.

Someone crushed the bowl.

It just happened to collide with a loud rumbling thunder.

Doomsday-level rainstorm, catastrophic passage.

As expected, the entire old city fell into bottomless darkness.

On a silent autumn night, the world crumbled. Chaos reigned.

Bai Luo and his heartbeat were both speechless.

A pair of crimson eyes stared at the only color in the night with heartache.

The bloody blood flows in a strange and sad way, which is shocking.

Bo Xi had a cold expression on his face, and he seemed to be restraining himself, suppressing the movement of his Adam's apple.

"Angry at me again?"

The sound of the throat was hoarse and cold, ending indifferently.

Bai Luo swallowed back his tears. They were bitter and astringent, like swallowing a whole night of black rain.

She remained silent, just staring at him.

No dodging. No avoiding. No retreating. As if waiting for him to collapse first.

Gazing is a silent rain that wets all the words that are left unsaid.

The young man, immersed in the boundary between light and darkness, suppressed the bitterness welling up in the corners of his eyes and pretended to be aggrieved with emotion.

"Baby."

"pain."

It really hurts.

But the pain of the wound is not even one thousandth of the pain of a heart broken with holes.

They had only been together for a month and she wanted to break up.

What do you take him for?

Bai Luo's tears burst out uncontrollably.

Extremely broken.

She was heartbroken, but she endured it and didn't take a single step towards him.

Separated by a wall of ice, the two stared at each other in a stalemate, their vision half-blinded and half-dark.

On a shaky rainy night, Bai Luo was the first to avert his gaze. Giving up on himself, he touched the soaked cigarette box on the corner of the table.

Only the last thin cigarette remains.

He casually picked up a silver lighter and lit the tobacco with trembling hands.

The cold flames burned quietly.

"Bo Qian."

"What was the shadow from your childhood that you mentioned last time?"

Why must you be the one carrying the heavy burden?

The question was so abrupt that the respondent was stunned for a while.

＿＿

In 2008, eleven-year-old Bo Yi went on a trip to a small border town with his grandfather.

The market in the small town was crowded with people, noisy and bustling, with people jostling each other.

All kinds of rare treasures are displayed in a dazzling array.

Bo Xi was attracted by the colorful world and inadvertently lost himself from his grandfather in the vast sea of ​​people.

He had no idea that he had become the prey of a pair of evil eyes in the darkness.

A group of extremely vicious drug dealers lurked around the town, their eyes grim and cruel, greedy and vicious, always looking for an opportunity to take advantage.

Bo Xi's innocence and helplessness became the most glaring target. They thought he was an unlucky child from a poor family.

The drug traffickers roughly dragged the people into a broken-down van that smelled of foul smell.

The van sped away, raising a cloud of dust, as if escaping from the web of justice.

After Bo Yi was kidnapped by drug dealers, Grandpa was overwhelmed by anxiety and worry.

Later, Grandpa and the drug dealer played a thrilling "game" with each other.

Bo Xi had no idea what kind of "devil's agreement" his grandfather had made with the darkness.

I only remember that on the night I was rescued, my consciousness fell into endless darkness and I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was a romantic summer night in Paris.

The sky was a transparent, aquamarine blue, and the evening breeze carried moisture from the Seine.

His mind was blank, his memories washed away by a sudden rain.

Grandpa's tone was gentle but unquestionable.

"You were in a car accident and lost your memory. There's no need to look for the past anymore."

How much can an eleven-year-old child understand about the ups and downs of life?

Whatever grandpa says is what it is.

On the night of his 18th birthday, he was abandoned by his mother. On the way to the hospital by his friends, the painful and miserable past flashed back to his mind like a nightmare.

Recalling the skinny, timid but stubborn little girl in the basement.

So he gave up his job as an interpreter without hesitation and decided to become an undercover policeman.

I don’t know why, maybe it was because of the little girl who gave him half of the bread given to her by others without hesitation and kept calling him “brother” sweetly.

When faced with a choice, he decisively chose Bai Luo.

No one is more important than her. He can give up everything for her, including his life.

So he gave up the opportunity to go to the border and face the war.

He didn't know how long the road ahead would be, how many thorns and how much pain it would contain.

All I know is that he wants to have a home with her.

A safe haven that can accommodate all his evil and love.

＿＿

A mint cigarette burned to the end, and Bai Luo looked at the boy through the broken smoke ring, looking like he was in a state of collapse. The boy looked exactly like the eleven-year-old boy in his memory.

It's him.

He was the "brother" who had clung to her for warmth and shared life and death with her in the past.

No wonder he had an old scar between his eyebrows. It was because of her.

The remaining smoke and cold ashes were scattered on the entangled shadows on the ground, like two snakes that refused to admit defeat.

Time folds, freedom and fragmentation overlap for a moment.

Bai Luo suppressed the soreness in his nose, glanced expressionlessly at his blood-scabbed palm, and curled his lips in mockery.

The lights reflected on the window, warming the coldness of the four seasons. But they could not warm her cold-blooded heart.

"It's quite boring."

I don’t know if it means that the person in front of me is boring, or that his behavior of hurting himself is boring.

This made Bo Qi's jaw tense, and he looked a little angry.

The shadow of her eyelashes covered her face, obscuring the last trace of warmth. A pair of hands stained with dark red blood slowly caressed her cheeks.

Morbid touch, creepy possession.

The girl's skin was pale pink, the base a cool white. But it had been tarnished by him. The mottled red shadow blurred everything.

Bai Luo's eyes were calm as he watched him go crazy.

The cold wind drowned out the warmth. She heard his extremely cold, sickly and damp voice.

"Baby."

"Why do you want to leave me so badly?"

"Should I lock you up so you can never get away from me?"

The situation was dangerous. It was extremely oppressive. It made Bai Luo feel suffocated for a moment.

"Baby."

"If you insist on leaving, then I can only hide you, hide you in a place where only I can find you, so that I will be the only one left in your world."

He called out again, his voice like countless cold snakes entwined, winding and spitting out their tongues, with a sickening intimacy and possessiveness.

"Baby."

"You won't blame me, will you?"

“…”

nerve.

"Don't go crazy."

A pair of thin, long eyebrows tightened. Bai Luo's voice softened, trembling with a hint of grievance.

She didn't want to leave either.

But there's nothing I can do.

There is only a moment between peace and destruction.

Bo Xi's expression was unfriendly, cold and dangerous.

"Baby."

"Kiss me."

The tone was extremely low, but it carried a fierceness that brooked no refusal.

“…”

"good."

There was a hint of red at the corners of Bai Luo's eyes. It wasn't because of emotion, but because of stubbornness and provocation.

"We'll break up after the kiss."

"Hold."

Bo Xi was so angry at her nonchalant words that his eyes turned red uncontrollably.

The red eye sockets were like a burning wound, the only vulnerability he could not disguise.

He pushed her hard against the wall with one hand and pinched her chin with his other hand with such force that it was painful.

The kiss broke down her defenses.

In the rental house with no future in sight, even the light was afraid of the cold. Yet, the two of them kissed passionately, their teeth grinding against each other with a fierce bite.

The black mirror of desire reflects each other's loss of control.

Their tongues were entangled fiercely, his tongue exploring her throat, causing her to swallow, swallowing his breath, his taste, his madness.

Addiction and depravity dance together.

The musty cold air and the dampness of the room rose to her ankles. His thin lips moved inch by inch toward Bai Luo's neck, leaving behind bite marks. The itchiness and pain made her arch her back.

Love and pain, life and death together.

A tingling sensation invaded all of Bai Luo's neural circuits. His voice trembled.

"Bo Qian."

"You bastard."

A complete lunatic. A complete jerk.

No matter how heavy the rain falls, it cannot wash away the filth of the world.

The two of them had been doing it frequently in the past two weeks, and since Bo Xi had a lot of bad tastes, Bai Luo's body couldn't take it.

And she was worried about his hand.

"I'll tell you a secret."

"Do you want to listen?"

The voice is low, but every word is solemn.

Bo Xi paused, his dark, lifeless eyes fixed fiercely on the light of his desolate world.

"Baby."

"Think it over first."

He bit her lips viciously again, clearly threatening and warning her.

“…”

His lip was bitten by him, and blood was oozing out. Not willing to be outdone, Bai Luo stood on tiptoe and kissed his left and right cheeks respectively.

There were fragments of cigarette smoke on her eyelashes, and her breath smelled of cool bitter mint.

"Stamp a breakup."

“…”

Bo Xi's face turned cold and dark without any warning, and there was a wicked light in his eyes.

Innately bad.

"Try saying those two words again."

She was determined to break up with him.

“…”

Bai Luo blinked, looking innocent.

"Which two words?"

"Ex-boyfriend."

Hold.

I can't stand it at all.

Dark shadows flooded in. Bai Luo's fingers blocked his lips first.

A bloody kiss fell on the white skin.

Incomplete. Incomplete.

Her eyes are like butterflies fluttering across spring, dangerous and beautiful.

"Is that you?"

“002.”