Pina Colada
Zurich, romantic Blue Hour.
The sky is dyed with layers of deep blue, indigo, purple and gray.
The evening breeze brought the cold water vapor from Lake Zurich, ruffling the neat short hair of the people who were watching the scenery.
The boy wearing a white hearing aid beside her looked at the girl with gentle eyes.
There are countless bright eyes in the world, but only hers can be seen with a single glance. Her ice-blue pupils are pure but not childish, and lustful but not tainted.
The girl herself is a stunning beauty.
"Thank you for speaking for me in front of my mentor."
Bai Luo looked at the green lake, where his reflection showed the two of them standing side by side.
"But you don't have to next time. I can do it myself."
The tone was calm, but it carried an unquestionable sense of cutting.
The boy was her only good friend during her study abroad.
I'm inviting him to dinner today as a thank you gift.
She never owes anyone a favor, let alone an emotion.
Under the blue sky, white sails dotted Lake Zurich, reflecting the snow-capped peaks of the Alps.
The Limmat River runs through the city from southeast to northwest, and the reflections of buildings on both sides sway.
Two people walked slowly on the Kaye Bridge. The ancient bridge spans the old and new city areas and is an excellent vantage point for viewing the scenery.
The boy unlocked his phone, pointed the telephoto lens at the Alps on the plateau, and applied a grayscale filter, giving the scenery an instantly cinematic coolness.
He glanced sideways and asked tentatively.
"Would you like to take a photo together?"
The next second, Bai Luo's phone rang.
Abrupt. Harsh.
I thought it was my uncle calling.
His eyes froze, and his steady heartbeat skipped a few beats.
It's not a physical illusion, it's the mind going crazy and out of control.
"Thin"
His name was her only flaw.
My first reaction was that he woke up.
In an instant, my emotions burst out and I couldn't stop myself.
It's been too long.
It's been so long that I thought I had forgotten him.
It's been so long that I thought my heart had grown cold.
The boy stared at the girl's red eyes, at a loss as to what to do.
"Are you okay?"
The phone rang for half a minute and then hung up automatically.
Bai Luo breathed shallowly, his heart aching terribly.
When her news came, all her strength collapsed instantly.
Heartbeats are never reasonable. Even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers between us, a single thought will make us lose control.
"Sorry, I have something to do and need to go home first."
The phone kept ringing like crazy, wave after wave, without stopping.
Just like him, he is ruthless, stubborn, crazy, and never admits defeat or backs down.
She understands him too well.
I've made up my mind to fight to the end.
Beat her again and again, forcing her to surrender. Beat her until she softens, beat her until she is defeated, beat her until she has to face the person she has been hiding from for too long.
He was her only weakness that she couldn't disguise.
In the end, longing prevailed.
Reason defeated surrender.
When the fifty-second call echoed throughout the balcony, Bai Luo pressed the answer button.
The night in Zurich slowly rolled up to the horizon, submerging the medieval old town on the west bank.
The upstart district on the east coast has a modern feel and is dazzlingly blue.
On the cold blue phone screen, the call countdown began.
The silence of the two poles, a silent confrontation.
Hearts are separated by time zones.
Until the "bang bang bang" sound of fireworks at one end shattered the silence.
In Nanfeng Lane in the old city of Hangzhou and Hong Kong, a decadent young man under the shadow of neon lights was defeated first.
"Where?"
He was extremely hoarse, suppressing his strong longing.
It’s been a long time since I last heard this boy’s voice, and it’s as beautiful as ever.
It was as if I had gone back to the cold but not lonely nine winters of 18 years ago.
It’s as if I could hear the wind from two years ago blowing past my ears today.
The knuckles gripping the phone were cold and white. Bai Luo breathed in and out slowly, his long, curled eyelashes masking the mist in his watery eyes.
Is the weather in Hangzhou good?
How are you?
Asking despite knowing the answer.
The weather is bad.
He is not well either.
She's not okay either.
"Bo Qian."
She had hidden it for so long that it almost became the breath of her heart.
"Let's stop here."
The young man, who was in a dead end, looked up at the electric wires across the sky and the fireworks that were so beautiful that they looked fake.
It’s just like the “forever” they once vowed.
A moment of brilliance, a lifetime of ashes.
The girl's cold verdict pierced her eardrums from thousands of miles away.
Second by second, a heart breaks into thousands of pieces.
She still spoke.
We agreed to walk a long way together, but you got off the car first.
The snow fell into a sea, blackening the pain and freezing the wounds.
It’s so cold that pain becomes a belief.
Silence freezes everything.
Bo Xi touched a thin cigarette that the girl usually smoked, and bit the cigarette butt with trembling lips and teeth.
The lighter, rusted for 463 days and nights, had gone silent. On the other side, Bai Luo listened quietly to the noise of the idle rollers.
The deep black of the Zurich night reflected the broken red in her eyes, which looked like love.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Don't blame her for being cruel.
The flames climbed quietly, igniting the dark smoke soaked with snow.
Black smoke is wild, minty and cool, and it runs rampant.
It's just like a young man's determination to smash the wall and never look back.
"Bai Luo."
He called out very calmly.
Her name is his final salvation.
Bai Luo opened the window of his apartment, and a cold wind blew in, blowing away the lights of thousands of houses.
The two simple words made her eyes red.
"We're done."
The five cold and insensitive words were thrown lightly at the boy who was pretending to be deaf and dumb on the other side.
The wind has stopped, it's time to disperse.
There is the scorching sun in the south and the wind and snow in the north.
Be well, everyone.
What a decent period, what a clean break.
Little did she know that her lips, her hands, her bones, were shaking so violently that it was unbearable.
Hate her or dislike her.
Don't hurt yourself for her.
The ultimate love is letting go.
There was silence at both ends, but the sound was deafening.
Bo Yu tried his best to control himself, veins bulging in his arms. His eyes were red and filled with bitterness.
The true nature of youth is not to be influenced by others. He listens to what he wants to hear and says what he wants to say.
"I miss you. I want to see you."
I miss her so much that I'm going crazy.
Why can she sentence him to death with just one word?
The falling snow in the city cannot dilute the intensity of my longing.
He couldn't wait any longer, he wanted to see her, now, immediately, right away.
A surge of endless guilt consumed Bai Luo. He bit his lips until they were white and almost bleeding as he fiercely suppressed his tears.
The mist of tears at the corners of the eyes is the bitter sea in the heart.
The future was a dead end, and she didn't deserve to drag him down with her.
He deserves the light. She deserves only the shadow.
Always leave him a way out.
She had no way out but death.
The price of silence is mutual destruction.
Bo Xi became depressed and gave up on himself, accepting his fate and simply stopped resisting.
The thorns entangled the heart, took root and sprouted. Growing wildly out of control, flesh and blood coexisted.
"I fucking miss you. I want to see you. Where have you been hiding?"
After the disguised calmness is crushed, what remains is the rampant violence.
Savage, violent, and reckless.
That's crazy.
It is a crazy desire fed by obsession.
He was a madman who was exiled by her own hands.
Why pretend to be innocent?
I stopped pretending a long time ago.
She created him, she destroyed him, and she didn't want him.
But he insisted on living, insisted on being crazy, insisted on having her.
"Baby."
The voice was low, but heart-wrenching.
"I can't find you."
He searched for her at the end of the world, but only found his own shadow.
On the balcony, Bai Luo's limbs were numb, his internal organs cramping and his bones trembling. His breathing was intermittent, and the feeling of suffocation came in waves.
Tears burst the dam, rolling down uncontrollably, shattering the transparent pain all over the ground.
Sorry, sorry.
Stubbornness is a disease, there is no cure.
It hurt him, it hurt her.
Time becomes a backdrop. The world is frozen and silent.
In Zurich, at 47°22′ north latitude, a light drizzle suddenly fell from the sky.
It just fits the rainy season named after you in the hearts of both of them.
Damp, gloomy, lingering.
It's just like the regret between them, which is becoming more and more obvious as they try to hide it.
"Bo Qian."
"I don't want you anymore."
Stop fooling yourself, okay?
The bustling city is now silent at night, and the alleys are deserted.
Even in the darkest place, the night cannot crush the young man.
The girl's cold words could not wake him up as he pretended to be deaf.
The more cruel she was, the crazier he became.
Memories rot and the future molds.
There was only one path in his mind:
See her, now, immediately, right away.
Fireworks exploded into the sky one after another, lighting up the night but not the heart.
In the streets and alleys of Hangzhou and Hong Kong, everyone is immersed in the fantasy of New Year's Eve.
A hypocritical riot.
Pretend to be happy. Pretend to be relieved.
10——
Someone lit a glow stick, like lighting a rebellious cigarette.
9——
The couple whispered in each other's ears: "Make a wish?"
"No, I want the result, not a wish."
8, 7——
Someone in the crowd sneered:
"Goodbye, old year."
6, 5, 4——
Someone yelled:
"I will only love WZK for my whole life."
It's not about following the trend, it's about the madness, hatred, love and obsession that have been suppressed for a whole year.
3——
Raise the wine glass high, pointing to the sky:
"Cheers to the night, to the hurt, to the lies, to her, to myself, to this year, and to the road that remains unfinished."
2——
My heartbeat is faster than electronic music and my blood is hotter than fireworks.
1——!!!
In that instant, there was no loneliness, no regrets, only they lived to the next era.
Bo Yi and Bai Luo reunited at midnight, staring at each other at the end of light and fire.
"It's midnight, baby."
"Happy New Year."
"Give me your address so I can send you a gift."
The attempt to cover up the truth only makes it more obvious, and it is a blatant invasion.
Bai Luo understood.
Tears shattered my reflection. No matter how cold the wind was, it couldn't be colder than the clarity in her eyes.
"I did."
"I don't want you anymore."
"No, no."
Like venting, the sobbing sound was completely exposed.
The darkness of the thick fog engulfed her, the cold current blocked her throat, and her internal organs froze into shattered ice.
A pair of watery eyes filled with cold pain closed in sorrow.
The desperate young man on the other side broke the ice and extinguished the cold fire that had been suppressed for too long.
"Don't even think about breaking up. I won't admit it even if I die."
"Who do you think I am? Someone you can dump and throw away just like that?"
"I miss you so much, I just want to see you. Is that so hard?"
"You can't get away. Wherever you go, I'll follow. I don't intend to let you go alive."
Either reunite or be buried together.
The wind and snow suddenly stopped, and the moonlight was like blood.
The world has lost its voice, as if its throat has been frozen.
His breathing was being stripped away inch by inch, and every nerve was numb with pain. Bai Luo could hardly hold on any longer.
He was a madman, a thug, a thorn in her heart. Wild and barbaric.
The silent rain soaked the two of them.
But the fierceness of their flesh and blood collided with each other, and neither of them was willing to give in first.
The breathing sounded heavy and muffled.
In the end, it was Bo Xilai who surrendered first. He did so willingly.
"I didn't get to celebrate your birthday. Even though there's no cake, I still have to make a wish."
The tone returned to its usual lazy tone.
"Whatever wish you make, I will help you realize it."
How could Bai Luo forget?
On December 31, 2008, she turned twenty years old.
There was no candlelight, no blessings, only a bowl of clear noodle soup he cooked. The noodles were light and the soup was clear, but it was so hot that it made her eyes moist.
That night, he took her in when she had nowhere to go, and completely disrupted her life.
The coldness of the entire winter pressed down on his thin eyelids. Bai Luo clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.
There was a "click" sound next to my ear, the sound of a lighter lighting up.
She seemed to really see it.
The flame was blue with golden edges, like a mini sun, reflecting the boy's sharp-edged profile.
A wish should be kept in the heart, silently for three seconds. But she spoke it out loud, letting the wind carry her message.
"I pray that Bo Xi will have a peaceful and smooth life, free from disasters and misfortunes."
"I pray that Bai Luo can eventually carry a camera, stand in the thick of the war, and capture the truth."
"I pray that one day, Bai Luo and Bo Yi can meet again."
If fate is strong enough, destiny will give way.
But she thought, let’s not meet him.
Life is a forbidden zone. Love is a taboo.
She only asked him to be safe and sound.
Live well, live long, live well has nothing to do with her.
That's enough.
A cool breeze blew in, and Bai Luo blew out the invisible cold flame with the wind.
It's just like the most deadly slow motion in old movies.
"You get what you want, Zhao Zhao."
The boy's low, cold, hoarse voice caught me off guard.
He called her Zhao Zhao once.
It's not a code name, not a nickname, it's her real name.
Twenty-second birthday. She thought there would be no more surprises.
But on the other side of the world, someone used a beam of fire to light up her entire birthday.
The call countdown is down to the last second.
Bai Luo didn't say goodbye, he just said one sentence.
“Live for yourself.”
Very light, very faint, like the wind blowing away the smoke.
No one wants to live with old wounds for a lifetime.
But those who move forward often carry the heaviest injuries.
Look forward, don't look back.
——The person who said it is the one who dares not look back.
Extreme darkness enveloped the young man, and as the phone call went on, tears rolled uncontrollably.
The phrase "live for yourself" should have been her light, but it became the light that illuminated his pain.
You teach the whole world to let go, but in the end you find that you are the one who holds on the tightest.
The end was a long-planned blizzard that fell on the unprepared spring.
He could not hold the moon and the sun at the same time.
Light and heat are natural enemies.
In the end, the boy had nothing.
*
Parting is the betrayal of spring.
Bo Xi was in a daze for a whole month.
He was decadent every day, living a life of drunkenness and dreams, and lived in an eternal night without dawn or dusk.
Being lucid is an illusion, being decadent is the norm.
His disease is a blizzard that destroys everything it passes through.
The entrance of Nanfeng Alley was filled with the smell of blood and rust, and the young man pounced towards the illusory light like a mad dog.
His eyes were as cold as ice, biting away all hypocrisy.
Loneliness shattered the night.
He sat alone, his shadow kneeling on the ground.
Cigarettes are the painkiller of the night. Bitter, astringent, and choking.
Like longing. Like memories. Like waking up in the middle of the night with an empty pillow.
The darkness of midnight does not wait for the dawn to break.
Bo Yi never waits for light.
He only does one thing:
Let the world make way for him.
The young man rushed around recklessly, and even if he was as poor as a dog, he would still bite his way to survival.
Can withstand the loneliness of a sleepless night, and can also hold on to the glory of dawn.
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