Rum from 1929

No matter how dilapidated the old city is, the sunlight shining on the earth is scorching.

It's a rare bright sunny day.

The early autumn sunlight penetrates the water-colored mist, illuminating the floating ground and the mess in the room.

On this absurd night, the two indulged themselves and played a bold taboo game.

Bai Luo blinked, regaining consciousness. What he saw was a voluptuous beauty.

Bo Xi has a fierce appearance, but when he sleeps he loses his coldness during the day and instead takes on the image of a noble young man.

I wanted to touch his angular face, but found his limbs soft and weak.

The bones in my body seemed to be disassembled and reassembled, and the pain was excruciating.

How can I go back to school when I look so miserable?

He closed his eyes in despair and reached for his phone under the pillow.

6:30.

＿＿

She usually wakes up at 6:30, without fail. After washing up and eating breakfast, at 7:00 sharp, a distant figure appears at the bus stop at the entrance of Nanfeng Alley.

The second bus stopped, she got on, swiped her card, and sat by the window, quiet and cold.

She arrived at Hangzhou University around 7:30. She had the habit of reviewing before class. When the knowledge points in her mind gradually became clearer, the preparatory bell rang in time.

Sit quietly in your seat and wait for the teacher.

＿＿

The cool air was permeated with the faint scent of jasmine. She glanced at the nightgown that Bo Yi had changed her into last night, then at the scattered clothes at the foot of the bed.

I don’t want to get up and go to class.

When life was like a dream, someone grabbed my neck hard, and my body moved a little closer.

Bai Luo was dissatisfied. His lips pressed against the blood scab between his collarbone, which had been bitten by her countless times, and he bit it hard with all his might.

The bloody red color stained the lips, as if they were coated with the strongest desire.

She pursed her lips and kissed the tattoo on her heart again.

Only the two letters "BL" were imprisoned, as if imprisoning herself in his heart.

Therefore, his heart was occupied only by her obsession. Once an outsider invaded, the flesh and blood would fester, pus would corrode the bones, and the place would become a forbidden place.

She knew she was selfish enough.

Cuteness is not reasonable. What is reasonable is to withdraw and to fulfill.

She doesn't ask for empathy, she only seeks exclusivity.

No salvation, only damnation.

The world always forces her to be gentle, generous, and sensible, but she insists on being his only one, and irreplaceable.

A conflicting feeling of being neither alive nor dead surged over Bai Luo. His eyelashes trembled, and a bitter taste welled up in his throat.

"Bo Qian."

"I'm going to get up."

"You can't be late for 8am."

The groggy man, lost in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, lazily opened his eyes. He hadn't woken up just now, but instinctively pulled the person into his arms.

Suddenly, my collarbone ached; it was broken again. Last night's biting wasn't enough, and it came again this morning. The teeth marks overlapped the old wound, radiantly red.

The long, clear daylight made Bo Xi squint his tired eyes. He buried his whole body in the crook of Bai Luo's neck, inhaling her scent.

"It's my fault if you're late."

The tone can be as cool as possible.

“…”

Bai Luoquan thought he was joking.

Her back ached, her legs were weak and tired, and her bones and muscles were filled with the remnants of the sins that plagued her last night.

It was futile to push him away. I simply gave up struggling and let him cling to me.

"Big brother."

"I'm really going to be late."

Such a helpless tone.

Bo Xi was amused by this, and deliberately maintained a serious tone.

"Don't recognize relatives randomly."

He paused, then felt the explosion wasn't enough, so he fired another shot.

"The law doesn't allow □□."

“…”

The more he talks, the more inappropriate it becomes.

It would be more convenient to just surrender than to talk to him about morality, logic, and law.

"Bo Qian."

Bai Luo called him softly, and his slender fingers under the quilt touched his waist muscles, pinching them without hesitation.

"Can you get up?"

The tone was light, but the threat was real.

But Bo Xi was the one who had a knife at his neck, but he was laughing arrogantly.

To him, it was just a wild cat's bluffing scratching.

Seeing that he remained motionless, he increased his strength inch by inch.

The next second, the host took over.

The restless hand was countered and pressed down forcefully, leaving no room for escape.

Guessing what bad thing he was going to do, I tried to pull away in panic, but he held me in his palm.

Bo Xi maliciously closed his fingertips and pressed an ambiguous depression in her palm, as if to punish, as if to invite.

He guided her hand downward, to the dangerous edge. His eyes were filled with lust, his voice tinged with desire.

"Baby, last time."

Bai Luo's whole body stiffened, and his fingertips touched the burning desire, and he trembled as if he was burned.

He withdrew his hand tremblingly and refused with gritted teeth.

"I don't want it."

Suddenly, a sad song echoed in the distance.

"The autumnal equinox, when the leaves first fall from the streets"

"We Are Going Away"

“…”

The good mood was destroyed by a bad song. Bo Xi was very unhappy and raised his upper jaw, and his mobile phone was thrown heavily on the bedside table.

Bai Luo: “…”

What did she do to offend anyone with her cell phone?

The man was restrained, unable to move, and could only stare at him.

The next second, without any warning, her lips were sealed.

The bright sunlight outside the window pierced through the clouds, entangled the shadows of the two people on the messy sheets.

Bai Luo was kissed so hard that he felt dizzy. Under his palm was his uncontrollable beating pulse, and on his body was his scorching hot body temperature.

Sweat mixed with passionate breathing, and the ambiguous air was filled with a lewd scent.

Somehow I was fooled by him once, and when my consciousness was about to fade, I heard his voice filled with lust.

"Don't worry Zaoba. I won't make you retake it."

She was half asleep and spoke vaguely.

"Sit in the back."

*

Bai Luo was awakened by the burning thirst in his throat. It was one minute to eight o'clock and he had fallen into a lonely sleep.

The first reaction is:

Ask Bo Xi, who did you ask to teach the class?

In the past, she always chose to sit in the middle of the classroom, without fighting or competing.

When the professor called on her, she responded calmly, neither ostentatiously nor evasively. She was the kind of person who said, "I'm not surprised you noticed me, but I wouldn't force you to notice me either."

If you are used to sitting in the open, you will naturally be unable to hide any disturbance.

So, she told Bo Yi to sit in the back seat.

Lower your head, raise your hand, and pretend, and the professor will usually turn a blind eye.

Suddenly I remembered that the professor strictly prohibited the use of electronic devices in class, so I gave up asking immediately.

But for some reason I clicked on the school forum.

A pixel-blurred image hit my eyes.

I almost couldn't catch my breath.

Under the shadow of the trees in the playground, she and Bo Xi were photographed with their lips pressed against each other.

[Does Bo Yi really have a girlfriend?]

[The photo is so blurry, I can’t see the face clearly.]

[Looking at her profile, she doesn't look that ugly.]

[It would be outrageous if Bo Xi could fall in love with an ordinary person.]

[With this figure and this body, she looks like a school beauty.]

[But doesn't the school beauty have ice-blue hair? This guy clearly has black hair.]

[Wake up, I'm shooting a dark music video lately. Is it okay to dye my hair black?]

[Besides, hair dye is only temporary. If you stand in the rain for five minutes, your roots will show through. But this guy is perfectly black from head to toe.]

[Pure black, no acting, no adulteration.]

[Stop trying to pin Bai Luo down like that. She's never even looked at Bo Qi, and you're going to make up an 800-episode romance drama?]

[Besides, do you really dare to mess with them? Bo Qi has a brother who has been secretly in love with Bai Luo for three years. Would he destroy his brother's dream for a girl?]

[Stealing his brother's girlfriend? He hasn't fallen to that level yet.]

[……]

His temples were throbbing, and Bai Luo rubbed his brows.

I recalled the time when I was tricked into going to the playground because of a few words from Bo Qi.

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At the end of the evening class, I unexpectedly ran into Wu Kai in the courtyard of the teaching building.

The night rolled, the rain fell, the wind roared, the thunder roared, and the lightning flashed.

After three years of being classmates, no matter how cold-blooded Bai Luo was, he would not watch him get wet all alone.

Just as I was thinking about going to the bus stop at the school gate to take shelter from the rain, news of Bo Yi came unexpectedly.

[Come to the playground]

Three words, imperative, without punctuation, so arrogant that it was smoking.

[?]

She became suspicious and knew that he had no evening classes.

Back to school? What's going on?

Pick you up from school.

[Drenched, baby.]

At the end, there is a puppy emoji with drooping ears, wet eyes, and a pouting mouth, looking coquettish and cute.

After staring at the screen for a second, Bai Luo lost his mind and said an apology to Wu Kai in a faint tone, like the wind carrying the gust of wind.

"I have something urgent to do and can't go to the bus stop with you."

The slender figure gradually blurred Wu Kai's vision. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a thin layer of mist floated in his eyes. He couldn't tell whether it was the rain that seeped into the corners of his eyes, or the tide of worry.

He had planned to close the net tonight.

The flowers were ready early, they were her favorite jasmine flowers. She went to the flower market and picked them herself.

She once said that she likes the cool white color, which represents her uncompromising stubbornness.

The gift was hidden in my pocket, the edges of it poking at my palm. It was a silver chain, and the pendant was a small moon.

Everything is ready, just waiting for her to look back, just waiting for a glance, a sentence "Let's go", and he can say all the thoughts that he has hidden for more than a thousand days in one breath.

But fate does not favor the east wind.

The heroine deserts the battlefield, and the hero's one-man show is doomed to be absurd.

The rain was pouring down in the courtyard, and students were passing by him here and there.

Wu Kai's stiff fingers typed a line of words.

[Don't wait, she won't come.]

It’s not confirmation, it’s acceptance of fate.

The knuckles gripping the phone turned blue, then white, then white, then blue again. Blood vessels swelled beneath the skin, a layer of almost sickly red spread across it.

It is the last riot before the death of the heart.

No one knew the effort he put into preparing for this night, guessing her preferences, rehearsing every line, and even rehearsing his graceful exit after being rejected.

Even if he becomes a laughing stock, even if he falls into the abyss, he will not hesitate.

But deep love does not last long, and fate is shallow and cold.

In the end, it was just an empty dream.

The dream was shattered, but he held on to the fragments of the dream and refused to wake up.

"It's okay, I'll confess next time."

He muttered to himself, and every time he spoke, a liter of blood flowed out.

He stumbled a step, as if tripped by his own affection.

Turn around.

Turn away from the lights of thousands of homes.

The road ahead.

All that remains is a fog that is drenched in loneliness and feels like an eternal night.

Is it sad?

No.

The sadness is too light.

It's crazy.

Trapped in a cycle of self-deception.

Even if the whole world says it.

"She won't like you."

But he stood stubbornly in the fog and spoke softly.

"But I am still willing to wait."

"Wait until she likes me."

Bai Luo was worried that Bo Xi was soaked and had a cold and fever, so he ran quickly with an umbrella, heading straight for the playground.

On a rainy night, the Hangzhou University playground seemed utterly desolate, as if forgotten by the world. Streetlights lined the perimeter, reflecting the crystal-clear rain.

Under the shadow of the broad, dark ginkgo tree, stood a decadent black shadow at an angle.

The thin smoke between the fingers was filled with layers of mist, which looked very much like the wettest fog at the top of Nanshan Mountain in Hangzhou.

She hadn't seen him like this in so long.

Not the lunatic who would suddenly put his arms around her waist from behind, bite her earlobe, and smile in a nasty and clingy way.

Instead, he was a rebellious young man with thorns all over his body, cold eyes, and disdain for everyone.

The large black umbrella was like the night, blocking out the sound of the overwhelming rain. Bai Luo looked at him quietly.

It was as if I saw the dejected look on his face when I first met him in Nanfeng Lane two years ago.

No one cares, it's a world of its own.

The concrete becomes the wound.

Bo Xi's playful eyes swept up and down the person who had intruded into the light and shadow. The cigarette butt turned a little red as it burned out its last puff.

Without any warning, he grabbed her slender swan neck and pulled her into his arms.

The moment their lips and teeth touched, the smell of smoke exploded.

Bitter, strong, and malicious with his body temperature, it was poured into her throat unreasonably.

Bai Luo's eyelashes trembled, and the corners of his eyes were stained with a bright crimson color.

She struggled, he retracted his arms, and there was no escape.

The cold and warm breaths were entangled, and the last wisp of smoke was forcefully fed into her, forcing her to swallow his madness and his addiction.

The mist filled the sky and rushed around. Looking at the girl's charming expression, Bo'er's eyes were filled with evil desire.

"Miss me?"

"Baby."

Frivolous, morbid, and with an arrogance that seems to be in control of everything.

“…”

Bai Luo breathed softly, and glared at him coldly with his watery eyes.

What's wrong with you so late at night?

The taste of Du Yan's kiss was very much like his bad addiction.

I couldn't bear to be ruthless with him, guessing he was emotionally broken. A cold hand covered the sharp bone line of his jaw, and asked in a soft voice.

"Unhappy?"

"Who offended you?"

It can't be her.

She felt that her girlfriend had just the right sense of propriety.

Give hugs and kisses, reply to messages immediately, don’t play missing, don’t use cold violence, don’t engage in ambiguous relationships, and don’t keep fish.

She kept her distance and also kept his heart.

"Besides you, my little ancestor, who else would not care about his life?"

Bo Xi licked the bite mark on her neck, looking like a really bad guy.

"Um?"

“…”

How come she didn't know she had offended him?

He bit her without any method. Bai Luo was dissatisfied and pressed the back of his head with his palm to completely block his biting mouth.

"Tell me more specifically."

She put his upside-down baseball cap on her head, with the brim casting a shadow, and brushed away the messy hair on his forehead.

Black rain swirled freely under the shadow of the umbrella, soaking the corners of the two people's clothes, one black and one white.

It was a rainy, dark night. He seemed unaffected by the cold, wearing only a sleeveless black T-shirt.

Bai Luo bought them. Knowing that he preferred this kind of neat tailoring, he went to the mall and bought several pieces at once.

The misty rain of the south, mist shrouding the rain, rain weaving the mist. Bo Xi's gaze lingered on her, like wind and shadow.

"Just be a good fuck, okay?"

He pinched her cheek with his fingertips, using great force, and his voice was as cold as ice.

“…”

What's wrong with him so late at night?

I tried to coax him with my gentleness, but he turned against me. I simply gave up and just went back on his words.

"Your girlfriend just won't behave, what should you do?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his jawline tense, like a knife cutting through the night.

Finished.

Among the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best one.

The next second, someone grabbed his collar roughly and lifted him up into the air like a chicken.

Bai Luo took the initiative and climbed up his neck, wrapped his legs around his waist, and hung his whole body on him.

Her lips and teeth bit his shoulder blade.

"Why are you so fierce?"

The wind blew again and again, chilling the dim light beneath the umbrella. A man dressed in black stared at her silently.

The girl's skin was as white as a reflector, and her long curly eyelashes blinked like the wings of a black butterfly.

He rolled his Adam's apple and pressed his lips against hers. Before Bai Luo could dodge, his tongue was entangled with hers.

Like two wildly growing snakes, swallowing, licking, and gnawing, the tip of the tongue bursts with the taste of blood, and there is a hint of numbness in the pain.

After struggling for a few minutes, Bo Xi pulled away half an inch, stared at her swollen lips, and wiped the bloodstains with his fingertips.

He laughed softly and hoarsely, looking arrogant and mean.

"Baby."

"You can only be mine."

"I can only be yours."

“…”

Bai Luo was breathing lightly, looking at him with eyes that were shining with tears, and the warmth on his lips was burning.

"When did I belong to someone else?"

baffling.

"What do you think?"

The smell of rain was astringent, and Bo Yi kissed her earlobe.

"If I hadn't sent you a message, would you have gone with him to the confession scene?"

The hot breath lingered around his ears. Bai Luo shrank his neck, held his face with one hand and asked him with a smile.

"Who is it?"

How come she didn't know someone was going to confess to her?

Hold.

Just put it here and puzzle him.

"Who were you with just now?"

Bai Luo glanced at the shadow of his eyelashes and didn't care.

"Wu Kai."

The next second, his brows frowned.

"You mean, Wu Kai wants to confess his love to me?"

No wonder he was so angry tonight, he was jealous of his brother.

The light was dim on the rainy night, reflecting into the bottomless black pupils, quenching the stubborn possessive desire that rushed around.

"Who else do you want to confess to you?"

“…”

Bai Luo curled his lips and complained quietly.

"I was the only one who confessed to you. There were more girls who confessed to you in high school."

She was a "tool" who helped others deliver love letters, and there were countless love letters stuffed in the hole in his desk.

No matter how low or soft the tone is, he can still capture it vividly.

"No matter how many times I confessed my love in high school, it didn't include you."

I hated him for five or six years.

In high school, he was arrogant and deservedly annoying. In college, he was as destitute as a stray dog, and she still disliked him, but she also felt an inexplicable itch.

Bai Luo suddenly remembered something and curled the corners of his lips.

"Have you read the love letter I gave you?"

The words came out without thinking.

"If I hadn't known in advance that it was you who sent it, I really wouldn't have opened it to read it."

???

The next second, they were stunned.

In the dark night sky, a fragment of a star fell and disappeared into the vastness.

It’s just like youth, a brilliant moment.

A flash of light, and everything returned to darkness. The two stared at each other for a full minute, their vision unclear.

His heart skipped a beat as Bai Luo pulled away from him, seemingly unable to digest the devastating information.

The world lost weight, her blood flowed backwards, she only staggered half a step, but it was like jumping off the cliff of youth.

The heavy rain fell mercilessly on me.

It's absolutely outrageous. It's ridiculous.

Staring at the passionate young man who was known to everyone in the high school, she felt like she was having a lucid dream.

I dreamed of the uncontrollable rainy night in the second semester of my senior year of high school.

She was caught delivering a love letter by the original owner and fled back to the classroom.

It's so embarrassing.

I should have been more forthright and openly gifted it to you. It's like trying to be sneaky and getting caught.

If Bo Xi had known this beforehand... the wind at the alley entrance would have indeed carried him to a place where he shouldn't have been.

But he insisted on opening the letter only after he said "It's her".

What if someone else wrote it?

Didn’t he claim that he didn’t have a crush on me?

Are you contradicting yourself or saying one thing and thinking another?

My throat felt bitter and I moved my lips.

"Did you see it at the alley entrance that day?"

It's not a question, it's a questioning.