Black Russia
Following his last rhyme was Bai Luo's urgent voice.
"No."
He stood up without hesitation and quickly sat down beside him.
The panic in his pupils condensed into a line, falling on a movement outside the window.
The train ran smoothly along the iron tracks in the rainy night, and dark green trees flashed by.
Tonight, the train carries warmth from all over the world, heading south.
The person next to me had unrolled the small square table at some point and was lying on the narrow whiteboard, looking very tired.
Bai Luo also unfolded the small table in front of his knees and placed the damp canvas bag securely. He took out the mineral water bottle and unscrewed the cap.
When the liquid entered his throat, he suddenly felt a playful gaze fixed on his silhouette, and he tilted his eyes.
Their eyes met.
Don't even try to hide.
Staring back.
Intentional.
Waiting for her to take the bait.
The rain had become lighter, more and more distant. The damp streetlights illuminated the raindrops, making the sky look like a shower of shooting stars.
Bai Luo was annoyed by him being like this. He was too lazy to pay attention.
Drink water by yourself.
Bo Yu was staring at her moist lips with interest, and there was a crystal clear drop of water at the corner of her lips.
I don't know if it got on accidentally while drinking water, or how it got on there.
It slid down along the line of her lips and all the way to her flawless collarbone.
Leading people to commit crimes.
The Adam's apple hidden in the shadows rolled.
The person who was still lying on the small square table spoke the two words word by word without any warning, with the sound overflowing from between his teeth.
"Lolo."
The person who was concentrating on drinking water was so frightened that he felt a lump in his throat and hurriedly covered his lips and coughed.
The crescent moon, so blue that it almost looks white, in the night sky casts a moist, intoxicating light, which surges in liquid form through the hazy car window.
Bai Luo frowned.
"Don't yell."
This immediately caused Bo Xi to snort in dissatisfaction.
He touched her cheek with the tip of his tongue, and suddenly raised his hand to grab the mineral water bottle that was half-empty between her fingers, and held it in his arms like a rogue.
In return, the mineral water owner gave him a cold glance.
He must have drunk too much. He teased her again.
"Lolo."
In the damp carriage, the low and hoarse voice reached her ears again and again.
"Lolo."
Perhaps it was the alcohol that gave rise to the bewitching and magnetic nature of the voice.
"Lolo."
“…”
Bai Luo couldn't bear it any longer and willingly admitted defeat.
"You win."
The sound of rain outside the window seemed to fade. Transparent streaks of rain fell. Shattered moonlight seeped through the water droplets, and the two figures blurred and overlapped on the dim train windowpane.
Bai Luo lowered his eyes and reached out to take back his mineral water from his arms.
The gray shadows on the window overlapped and overlapped, creating several layers of blurry shadows.
Failure after failure.
Even rubbing against the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.
Deliberately not giving.
In the crowded carriage, a childish cry came from somewhere, making everyone feel upset.
Bai Luo glanced left and right, and as his gaze moved, a dazzling cold blue light flashed into his eyes.
Bo Zheng was replying to the message with one hand.
The screen's fluorescent light reflected the dangerous ring on the little finger.
She had no intention of prying into other people's privacy and was about to take the mineral water back quietly.
The next second, with a "click", the phone was turned upside down on the whiteboard.
Suddenly, a line of scorching heat covered my wrist, burning the pale blue veins.
"Come and get it."
Under her nose, Bo Xi put the mineral water bottle into his sweatshirt like a rogue.
Take it for yourself.
When the hem of the dress is lifted, the waistline is clearly defined.
Bai Luo's heart beat faster and he pretended to be calm as he spoke.
"It's for you."
No more.
She was generous and just gave it to him.
"Really?"
"Um?"
"Lolo."
“…”
Asking despite knowing the answer.
She lowered her eyes to avoid his eyes that could see through her disguise, stretched her damp wrist bones, and said a few perfunctory words.
"Sincerely, sincerely."
But she felt his knuckles tightening and the force suddenly increasing, leaving her no way to struggle.
A sneer suddenly echoed in my ears.
With his brows lowered, Bo Xi buried his face in his arms, his shoulders shrugged.
Are you serious?
His mother also loved him with a pure and sincere heart before she was eighteen years old.
Why did I suddenly stop loving him after the college entrance examination?
Does becoming an adult mean losing mother’s love forever?
I often wonder if I haven't done well enough that my mother's love has disappeared.
But is that true?
The price of growing up is that maternal love becomes an unreachable light.
From then on, I was alone, stumbling forward with my wounds.
Bai Luo didn't understand what was going on, so he placed his other hand against the damp air by the window and carefully poked his shoulder.
"Bo Qian."
No one answered. Call again.
"Bo Qian."
"Bo Qian."
When he called again, his voice was tinged with a hint of worry.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Are you feeling unwell?"
The person lying in ambush between the arms had his ears filled with the boiling noise in the carriage.
But the girl's voice is so light, so soft, and so real.
The damp loneliness grows on the eardrum, but she sows a clear sky with her voice.
As he was immersed in the rainy world, a beam of light penetrated the fog and reached his side.
Bo Xi suddenly raised his head from his arms, his cold eyes red as a mess.
Bai Luo was caught off guard and met his moist red eyes. He was stunned and didn't understand why his eyes were red.
She didn't say anything hurtful.
The bewildered girl's beautiful features moved closer and closer to the down-and-out boy in the rainy night.
Her beautiful eyes saw through the fragility behind his flushed eyes.
Seeing through his blurred consciousness but forced appearance when he had a high fever.
Seeing through his defeat that he was unwilling to show to others.
It is so fragile that it will collapse at any moment, but it chooses to fight the whole world with a collapsed attitude.
"Don't force it."
"Cry if you want to."
"I am here."
She didn't understand why he suddenly became depressed and looked listless and pitiful.
Like a homeless, damp puppy on a stormy night.
Let her remember every blue and dark night in April.
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The neon food stalls at night are filled with the atmosphere of the hustle and bustle of life.
Every late night, Bai Luo changed out of his uniform and boarded the last slow train to Nanfeng Lane.
The cold south wind blew up the soft, ice-blue hair of the person standing by the window.
The weather station's forecast has once again turned out to be a lie.
After getting off the bus, I stumbled back to the rental house in the wet night and under the drizzle.
In the deserted rain alley, there is a faint glow at the end of the lights.
The rainy night was gray-blue and dark, and the vision was blurred.
In front of the rusty iron door, the young man leaned comfortably against the open-air stairs.
The bones of his hand were clearly visible as he held a black umbrella in the night sky. In his arms, the orange cat curled up in a warm ball, breathing evenly, its fur wet with rain mist.
Behind him, a tangled web of electrical wires crisscrossed the sky, creating a sea of lights.
The bluestone road was bumpy, and Bai Luo walked carefully along the edge of the puddles.
The beam of her cell phone's flashlight cut through the night sky. As she approached the open-air stairs behind the rusty iron gate, her feet suddenly felt weak. She staggered and fell backward, her slender fingers barely grabbing the forearm of the figure leaning against the stairs.
The cell phone in his hand shook, and the cold light pierced through the sound of rain, flashing by a pair of cold faces with drooping eyelids.
There were dark circles under his eyes, as if he was tired and indifferent.
Bai Luo bent his waist and retreated under the broad black umbrella. The hand holding his arm did not loosen.
When she looked up, drops of water rolled down her eyelashes and her pupils were dazzlingly bright.
"Why don't you go to bed?"
It's already early morning.
The person holding the umbrella tilted the ribs, and the umbrella surface was tightly tilted towards Bai Luo's side.
Under the wet shadow, there is an impenetrable gray-black, with a faint scent of jasmine floating in the black.
In a trance, the smell overlapped with the smell of the small bucket of laundry detergent placed on the mottled washstand in the musty bathroom of the rental house, but it was filtered out by the rain to make it a little clearer.
"Walking the cat."
The wind and rain blew through an entire dilapidated residential building, and the boy's arrogant low-pitched laughter fell sourly into her damp ears.
Two o'clock in the morning, rainy night, young man, walking the cat.
Bai Luo stood at the eccentric point of the umbrella, trapped by a dry tenderness.
Through the layers of umbrella ribs, I saw half of his face hidden in the darkness, and his shoulder was soaked into a damp, cold gray shadow by the rain.
"Yeah?"
The sound of rain outside the umbrella is distorted, but the heartbeat under the umbrella is clearly audible.
The hope of not getting wet is that someone is waiting for you to come home.
His presence was a silent sense of security, like a god standing behind her, telling her 'Don't be afraid, I'm here'.
Bo Xi didn't answer, but just moved the umbrella handle towards her again.
More darkness poured in under the umbrella, swallowing up the last bit of light.
The two of them speculated about the opaque day and night, but it seemed that as long as they were in the present moment, it was enough.
"Let's go home."
The hand that was holding his arm never let go.
The same night he took her in, he held her so tightly and firmly.
Hot and painful in the rainy night.
No matter how heavy the rain is, the umbrella ribs will not move, and the two of us will be together, and our hearts will be at peace.
They climbed the steps through the puddles. The umbrella's tilt remained constant, like a sword that never straightened, splitting the chaotic darkness and protecting a shaky patch of light.
The low visibility of the rental house was damp. The blue tide rose and fell in the shadows of the wall corner.
A document of Bai Luo Charity Society has not been sorted out yet. He returned to the bedroom worried that the laptop screen would be too bright and disturb Bo Xi's sleep.
A man was sitting cross-legged on a faded sofa, while the kitten Sui Sui was lying on the cushion of the cat bed, its fur curled up into a small tuft of warm color.
Its food bowl, litter box, pompom and even every grain of cat food are all made by Bo Xi.
When it came time to name the cat, she turned to Bo Yi for help, and he answered without hesitation.
"Sui Sui."
She originally thought it was the expectation of "no worries", but she didn't know that what he gave her was "brightly fulfilled wishes, and peace year after year".
"Zhao Zhao" is her real name. Bo Xi prays that she will have a bright and smooth life every year, peaceful and smooth, without any disturbances or waves.
The street scene outside the rental house blurred into a noisy gray in the rain.
Bai Luo turned off the screen. In the dark and narrow living room, the sound of raindrops and the purring of the kittens slowly echoed between the walls that were soaked with moisture.
When she returned to the bedroom filled with the scent of jasmine, Bo Xi had already fallen into a deep sleep.
No one knows why he suddenly flew from Hangzhou to Hong Kong Island today, just because he answered a call from his mother.
His half-sister was sick and urgently needed a blood transfusion, and he happened to have a matching blood type.
After donating blood, I didn't have time to say a few words to my mother, as she hurried to the ward to accompany me.
The long corridor was dead white, scorching white.
But inside the ward, my sister's family members were gathered around the bed, making a lot of noise and bustle.
It stung my eyes so much.
One person bought a return ticket to Hangzhou and Hong Kong.
It was already one in the morning when we arrived at the rental house.
I took a quick cold shower, and before the steam had dissipated I could hear the sound of heavy rain falling in the shabby alley outside the window.
Before I could think, my finger bones had already touched the coolness of the umbrella handle. Just as I was about to push the door open and go out, a low meow suddenly broke the silence in my ears.
"You're afraid of loneliness too."
He lowered his eyes and smiled softly, then gathered the little creature from the cat's nest into his arms.
The sound of wet footsteps echoed on the creaking stairs.
During this time, an old lady who was returning from setting up a stall outside accidentally saw a man in black smoking.
The decay blends seamlessly into the rusty iron gate.
She glared at him with disdain, disgusted with him as if he were a stray dog in an alley.
Finally, she gave him a hopeless look and shook her head pitifully.
He looked nonchalant and stroked the cat's fur carefully.
The misty smoke blurred the cold white mandible.
On a rainy night in the old street, looking around, everything is mottled and silent, except for the memories.
＿＿
The depressed person was made to laugh by her few words.
The corners of my mouth are blooming, but my heart is rotting.
Girls always see through all his disguises so easily.
World-weary, decadent, downtrodden, and broken.
Yesterday was his mother's birthday, and he carefully selected a gift and sent it to Hong Kong Island early on.
No reply was received until this moment.
[Don't mail anything anymore. They'll be upset if they see it. I sent the package back.]
The cold words pierced into his burning eye sockets, burning them so much that they almost cracked.
I spent the whole day shopping in the mall and made a lot of plans, just to give my mother a gift.
However, she didn't expect that the carefully selected gift box could even warm her palms.
You gave them a home.
What about me?
His heart is made of flesh and can feel pain too.
The pain is so severe that the flesh and blood are melting, the pain is so severe that the flesh and blood are blurred.
For two years, he pretended to be fine until even the wound got used to the pain.
Although it is in pieces, it is more like itself than when it was whole, more like the real Bo Qi.
In the nightmare at night, he cried and begged his mother not to abandon him.
In the dilapidated alley, Bo Xiao was as dejected as a bereaved dog.
Only Bai Luo had seen his ugly side.
The flesh and blood disintegrated again and again, and then piece by piece was sewn back into its original shape.
Eighteen years old bent the boy's unyielding ribs. Twenty-one years old crushed the boy's weak beating heart.
Outside the train window, the rising sun slowly rises from behind the ridge of the cross-river bridge.
I missed my mother's love, but fortunately I have the care of the girl in front of me.
He did not miss his light.
The heart is broken in blood and pieced together silently.
Break, then piece together. Piece together, then break again.
Broken and pieced together, pain and life.
Boy and girl.
Bo Yi and Bai Luo.
The weather in Nanhuai was unusually clear and cloudless.
The long red sunset and the two people's flamboyant faces.
There is always a light shining just for them.
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