One leaf tells the story of autumn
In June, the summer in Hangzhou and Hong Kong, the humidity climbed higher and higher every night.
The stars were so sparse that the summer night seemed dark. A black sports car sped through the lights of the Hangjiang Bridge.
Today is Wu Kai’s 21st birthday.
Bai Luo originally wanted to refuse, so she could use the free time to review her professional knowledge. However, Wu Kai invited other members under the name of the president of the public welfare club, so she could no longer refuse.
Send another message to Bo Xi.
[I have something to do tonight, so you don’t have to wait for me to eat.]
The other party just replied with a "hmm".
The horizon is a vast, surging river, and the new buds on the willow branches by the river are moistened into a patchwork of tender green stars.
Endless green summer.
Bai Luo propped up his head in boredom, his ears filled with the faint sound of wind and the mottled chirping of cicadas.
In the driver's seat was a friend Wu Kai had known for many years, humming a tuneless song.
Wu Kai sat in the passenger seat, with the glass window half open, his warm eyes staring straight at the rearview mirror.
The night wind ruffled the ice-blue hair of the person in the mirror, and the girl buried her face in the moist moonlight.
The dim lights of the street and the lights of thousands of houses on the opposite bank flickered and fell on her cold and desolate facial features.
Perhaps it was because the wind was too strong that the corners of her eyes turned a little red, like rouge on the ends of her eyes, a distorted beauty.
The destination is a high-end club full of extravagance and luxury.
The hall was brightly lit, and the marble floor was mirror-clear, reflecting the elegantly dressed men and women.
Bai Luo was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, with an oval face without any makeup, which was out of place in the flashy environment.
Like a cold blue butterfly that has strayed into a bustling place of music and singing.
"Lolo, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately."
Wu Kai was half a meter taller than her, and his shadow cast a quiet shadow over her. He lowered his eyes to gaze into her sparkling pupils.
"fine."
Bai Luo shook his head absentmindedly.
For her, all she needs to do is find a dark corner where no one will notice her and quietly swim through the night of feasting and drinking.
The elevator climbed up floor by floor until it reached the top floor.
The open design creates a clear view. Entertainment facilities are scattered throughout the high-ceilinged space, and people are bustling in every area.
There are a few familiar figures.
"Hey, the birthday boy is here."
Someone caught a glimpse of Bai Luo behind Wu Kai and started to make fun of him.
"Can't I drink a glass as punishment?"
"One cup won't do, at least four."
The sounds came one after another.
Bai Luo looked indifferent. He glanced at the boys who were teasing him and raised his chin towards Wu Kai.
"I'll go sit over there."
She was not interested in the noisy invitation, but some people were persistent.
"What are you doing over there? Come and play with me."
"We have everything here: playing ball, drinking, singing."
Bai Luo looked back and guessed that the group of people had bad intentions, so he politely declined.
"No, thank you."
A group of people sighed at once, and the sighs and whispers stopped abruptly at Wu Kai's cold tone.
"Lolo is the one I invited. She has all the freedom to do whatever she wants."
Bai Luo sat down in the quietest corner of the dessert area. Behind him, outside Yao Gao's floor-to-ceiling windows, the night was filled with neon lights.
The dessert area has a wide view, with the soft blue mist of a moonlit night on one side and the quiet of thousands of lights on the other.
The central air conditioner hummed, and air swept from north to south, cooling the stickiness in the sultry air.
Bai Luo picked up a small piece of cake from the crystal plate, which was so sweet that it melted in his mouth.
Suddenly, the phone in my hand buzzed and vibrated, and a text message from an unfamiliar number caught my eye.
[Xiao Zhaozhao, do you miss me?]
The brain buzzed.
A cold pink flash of lightning suddenly appeared outside the window, and thunder broke through the sky, rolling down from higher and higher.
The lightning and thunder were almost synchronized, the light and the sound merged into one, and the seasonal rain came suddenly.
There was no warning.
The weather forecast was off again.
A heavy cold rain was falling in Bai Luo's heart.
Xiao Zhaozhao.
A name that is too familiar, a mark that belongs exclusively to one person.
The adopted son of a drug lord.
——Chang Liu.
He was three years older than her and once asked her to call him Sixth Brother.
He secretly helped more than half of the people escape from the drug den and also pleaded for his father.
Later, there was no news from him. She didn't know whether he escaped or died in danger. His life or death remained a mystery.
I'm not even sure if this strange text message is from him.
I'm afraid it's revenge from the drug lords. I'm also afraid the drug lords will make a comeback.
The whole person is immersed in the bottomless deep sea, and the heart is filled with silent suffocation and cold blue.
She doesn't want to be dragged into the abyss again.
She wanted light. She wanted the sun. She wanted lamps. She wanted the dawn.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the fog was too thick, gathering and dispersing intermittently.
Looking at the dawn through the fog, even the shadows are blurry like a dream that has not yet ended.
I reached out to grab the light, but my palm was only touched by the cold damp mist, silent and breathless.
The sound of rain outside the window was lonely. Bai Luo clenched his hot phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.
The actions overlapped with the dark night when he was eleven years old. He was still holding the mobile phone that his sixth brother had stolen for him, running wildly in the dark alley where no one knew him.
The more violent the darkness became, the more it drowned out her silent cries for help.
What she wanted to escape from was not the rainstorm, but the sticky dampness in her memory and the silence from which she could not call for help.
What I want to hold on to is not a mobile phone, but a touch of warmth and a glimmer of hope.
The cold air makes the summer night stuffy and damp.
Bai Luo said hello to Wu Kai and walked towards the bathroom alone.
The more extravagant a place is, the more dirty things will be revealed in the bathroom.
Before the door was opened, the faint moans of a man and a woman flirting could be heard.
He frowned, then turned calmly and disappeared into the darkness of the safe passage.
The faint cold moonlight fell on the milky gray tiles, and the coldness seeped into the silence.
The vague sounds of "hmm" and "ahh" came again from the darkness downstairs.
Pursing her lips, she climbed the stairs to the rooftop.
When I turned around the corner, I was caught off guard by a cluster of heart-pounding silhouettes.
Darkness descended from the mist. The night was dark and rainy, and the air was filled with the intoxicating smell of bitter cigarettes.
The vision was half bright and half dim, the right half was dazzling silver-white, and the left half was a manic scarlet.
Bo Yi fell into a dark and gloomy night.
The whole person seemed to sink to the bottom of the gray river, or fall into the mud of a festering swamp.
When the cold wind blows and the seasonal rain falls, all that is left is a heart full of pain and loneliness.
I was defeated by the world's desolation, but I couldn't win over the eighteen-year-old in my heart.
A biting cold mist surged in Bai Luo's heart.
It hurts so much, so painful, so astringent.
"Why are you sitting here?"
She climbed the stairs, one step at a time, and stopped just in the shadow of the next step beside his feet.
The young man leaned against the cold wall and concentrated, then opened his eyes lazily.
A scarlet spot between his fingers burned wildly, and the bluish-white smoke met the damp air, blurring the outline of his jaw.
"you guess?"
There was laughter in his eyes.
The silence that swept over like a violent wind.
Bai Luo remained silent, her silhouette in the darkness looming over him from top to bottom.
It is like the endless night fog outside the window, and also like the smoke floating between fingers.
He was trapped in the present by the fog, and the future became an old film that was out of reach.
The sound of rain outside the luxurious world makes the world hazy. The stairwell echoes into space, and the sound of each other's breathing echoes back and forth.
"When is your birthday?"
The humid summer night was broken by a warm sound.
It would be best to arrive by the end of September.
This way, she could celebrate his birthday before the autumn colors dyed the leaves fallen.
He accompanied her once, and she accompanied him back once.
Just consider it...even.
But she clearly heard his unusually hoarse voice.
"I don't celebrate my birthday."
"On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, which was also Christmas Eve, my mother didn't want me anymore."
The voice whistled like the wind, mocking silently.
Which mother would cruelly abandon her own flesh and blood on the day of her son’s coming-of-age ceremony?
Just because a sister who is five or six years older than him needs maternal love more.
And what about him?
"A man should be strong"
In one word, he stole so much of his right to be loved.
He learned to cook all kinds of food for the world, but no one knew that his favorite was a bowl of clear soup noodles cooked by his mother.
An arc of blue and white lightning streaked across the glass of the staircase window.
Bai Luo clearly saw the narrow corners of Bo Xi's eyes, which were red from smoke or moisture.
The rain falling outside the window brings cool temperature and a sea of mottled lights.
As I breathed, moisture like threads entangled my nasal cavity, carrying the astringent smell of withered grass and trees.
It was so bitter that the corners of my eyes turned red.
It was the first time she heard him open up the scabs about "home".
It turns out that they were all children abandoned by their mothers and were not loved.
The world is too big to accommodate two souls lacking maternal love.
Those who gave them bottles forgot to give them a harbor.
Even in dreams, there is no character who can be called "Mom".
The tide of night seeped in through the window, casting a shadow on the side of his face.
Bai Luo looked down at his eyes.
Lonely, lonely, lost, and devastated.
No wonder the once favored student of Nanhuai No. 1 Middle School fell from the altar and degenerated overnight.
There is a reason.
The boy’s current desolation is a reflection, and the eighteen-year-old self is the moon in the water.
But the moon with a missing corner has learned to illuminate the entire night sky and also light up her outline.
Not being loved is the norm in this world, and being alive itself is salvation.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
The cell phone in Bai Luo's hand buzzed at an inopportune time.
It’s Wu Kai’s call.
My palms were damp with moisture. I wanted to refuse and send a message to let him know I would be back immediately.
The next second, the phone was suddenly taken away by someone.
With a buzz, the call was connected.
Wu Kai's anxious voice echoed dimly.
"Lolo, are you still in the bathroom? I just came out and realized that the bathroom is not safe. Where are you now?"
The cell phone was deliberately snatched away by Bo Xi, who stood against the wall, holding the cell phone between his fingers and playing with it.
Bai Luo reached out to grab it, but he loosely pushed the half-smoked cigarette forward between his knuckles. The ash condensed into a long, thin tail, dangling in the halo of the corridor light.
She gritted her teeth, retracted her hand, and only responded perfunctorily.
"Not in the bathroom, I'll be right back."
With a glance, he saw Bo Yu biting a cigarette and blowing into the microphone, and Wu Kai's voice was instantly turned into a crackling electrical noise.
"Hold on, the corridors are complicated. I'll be waiting for you at the door. No matter what, don't hang up."
Bo Xi tilted his head and sneered, mouthing something lazily.
"Tell him you're here with me."
He looked like a bad guy who never thought the stage was too high for him, and the red mark at the end of his eye was made even brighter by his smile.
Bai Luo frowned, looked at his rogue behavior, and whispered under his anger.
"Don't make trouble."
If people knew that there was a relationship between them, rumors would inevitably damage his reputation.
She didn't want to damage his reputation.
However, Bo Xi became more and more aggressive, licking his lower lip with a playful and malicious look in his eyes.
"If you don't tell me, I will."
Bai Luo pretended not to understand his lip language and quickly raised her hand to grab it, but he flipped his wrist and the cigarette butt narrowly brushed past her ear, leaving a scorch mark on the wall.
"I really did."
Another silent threat.
Bai Luo was so angry that his blood boiled, but he didn't dare to lose his temper on the phone. He could only lower his voice and grit his teeth.
"Can't."
However, Bo Xi blinked at her arrogantly, with an expression that said, "Look how capable I am!" He was like a seductive fox, so bad that it made people want to bite him, and it was obvious that he was bad.
Wu Kai on the other end of the phone waited in silence for a long time, and finally asked nervously.
"Lolo, what happened?"
In the midst of the damp and fishy smell, a long-planned throat burst out.
"Wu Kai, she's here with me, and she's busy."
Suddenly, he slammed the cigarette butt against the wall and crushed it. He raised his hand, grabbed Bai Luo's wrist, and pulled him into his arms.
The person was caught off guard and stumbled into his strong chest, his nose touching his collar that smelled of tobacco, and his low, evil laugh was heard in his ears.
"How about you hang up for a while and contact us again when we're done?"
He mumbled the word "dealt with" with a hint of sand, glancing at Bai Luo's cold expression from the corner of his eyes, and the smirk on his lips grew wider and wider.
With a beep, the call was hung up neatly.
Bai Luo tried his best to break free from his shackles, but he could no longer struggle and finally he could no longer endure it.
"Bo Yi, are you sick?"
However, Bo Xi raised his eyebrows in a rogue manner, as if he was teasing a furry kitten.
"Tsk, if you don't like it, you don't know how to refuse?"
“…”
Bai Luo felt a knot in his chest and fought back in anger.
"Who said I don't like him?"
A thunderstorm raged outside the window. Bo Xi couldn't help but curse, tightening his grip on her wrist and rubbing the roof of his mouth in displeasure.
"Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."
Her whole body turned several degrees colder, and the oppressive feeling was pressing against Bai Luo. She looked up blankly and felt his anger for the first time.
His eyes were as cold as the sudden torrential rain outside the window.
Dark clouds covered the sun, and the wood and soil were rotten.
"dislike."
Bai Luo gritted his teeth and surrendered to his aggressive gaze.
"So good."
Bo Xi chuckled and couldn't help but rub her head.
For the first time, her voice was in my ears and my heartbeat was disrupted.
I became greedy for her.
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