Youth Travel
Wind, Tears, and Rain
2025.7.1
Text/33fan
Banxia Novel Exclusive Release
"Falling is the only way to live hotly."
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The snow falls in white, cold and pure, all at this moment.
"Squeaky..."
The suitcase's wheels crushed the snow, dragging a long tail.
A penniless man, with a thousand pounds of pride, stepped out a string of small cold suns in the night.
Bai Luo was kicked out by the landlord.
The world closed its eyes to her, and she became an abandoned child of the night.
Where to go?
Back to school?
The access control is locked, as if there is a world between us.
Staying in a hotel?
All my belongings were less than ten yuan, and the cheapest hotel cost at least three figures.
She is not without options.
My uncle’s private jet is always on call and has global flights. All you need to do is say “go”.
Money, power, protection, he could give her everything easily.
But she refused.
A debt of favor is like usury, with interest compounding. She doesn't want to owe it, and even more disdains to owe it.
Snow flakes fell and long black eyelashes curled up, and everything in sight was white and eerie.
“Cough cough cough…”
The cold current went straight through Bai Luo's lungs, his throat tightened, and his coughs became broken.
The next moment, the figure disappeared into another Millennium Alley.
——Nanfeng Lane.
At the entrance of the alley, a curved bronze plaque leans against the brick wall, its shape ancient and crude. In the center, the three characters "Nanfeng Lane" are written with powerful and restrained strokes.
The small words below are barely legible and can only be seen in the slanting light from the alley entrance.
——Follow the wind, heading south, and south again.
Bai Luo is a walking blizzard, dragging the entire endless winter forward.
At the end of Nanfeng Lane is a blank page of winter.
Suddenly, a ray of light broke through the snow, and the warm light and cold color shattered the fireworks that were like stardust in the sky. It was burning but not fierce, and cold but not deadly.
The world was in disarray, everything was in ruins, and only the outline of a black sweatshirt was faintly visible.
He is a young man who has brought trouble upon himself.
In the long night with a lonely lamp, I have no home to return to.
The brim of the hat was pulled down, and the shadow half covered the face. Beneath the innocent mask was a ferocious and vicious person who would choose his prey.
It is a wolf in sheep's clothing, and the night in human form.
The winter fog invades, and there is a hint of coldness in every breath.
Bai Luo glanced at him coldly, then quickly looked away.
Just treat it as a pool of ice water vapor.
Not worth a glance, not worth the eye.
Under the dilapidated streetlight, the young man had thick eyelashes. When they were lowered, half of his pupils sank into the shadows, and the remaining corner of his eyes was filled with a cold and gloomy light.
The wind and snow swept across his silhouette outlined by the street lights, and his whole body was covered with a gray and decadent feeling.
“Tsk.”
“Homeless.”
The low, muted line suddenly hits the eardrum, blocking out the falling snow.
"Little, cute."
Speak slowly and methodically, dragging out each word and emphasizing each word.
The slowly walking figure suddenly stopped.
Bai Luo deliberately hesitated and glanced sideways, his expression flickering as he glanced at him.
The young man has wild eyebrows and eyes, cold bones, and a naturally ruthless look, but he has a filter of a noble young master who "will never bow his head even if he is down and out".
It's him.
The bad boy in the eyes of the aunties in the residential building.
Outliers labeled as "problematic" and classified as "dangerous".
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Bai Luo moved out of the campus in his first semester of college and rented a one-bedroom apartment in the old city.
The low rent fits her budget-saving needs.
The apartment is small, but it has everything you need.
Living alone, she is as free as the wind and as lonely as the rain. She likes the out-of-control order.
But less than two days after moving in, a bloody incident occurred in the old city. A murder, stabbed, and the body was found in a dark alley next to a drainage ditch.
As soon as it appeared on the front page of the evening paper, the whole city was in an uproar.
She was not afraid, but she became more cautious.
The streets and alleys of the old city are a living maze within a maze. There is no east, south, west, or north, only "seems to have been there" and "I've come back again."
The streets and alleys are closely connected, and countless dead ends are hidden in secret, like a lot of malicious mouths.
Bai Luo returned home late every day from his part-time job, choosing to return from alleys crisscrossed with neon lights and reeking of alcohol. The brighter the lights, the more crowded the area, and the safer it was.
But she couldn't avoid Nanfeng Lane.
When I passed him on the first night, Nanfeng Lane was not on the news and was not surrounded by the police.
After the murder happened, I ran into him the next day, the day after... every night.
Sometimes he leaned against a crumbling brick wall, a cigarette butt flickering between his knuckles.
Like counting seconds, or waiting for someone. Ashes pile up half an inch deep, but I don't flick them off, letting them burn my fingertips with a scorching smell.
Sometimes he would curl up against a broken lamppost and pour the foam from a can of Coke down his throat.
His Adam's apple rolled, but his eyes were always fixed on the end of the alley, a darkness that could never be seen through.
On the summer solstice, he wears a black T-shirt. On the winter solstice, he wears a windbreaker. Nanfeng Alley is his nest, he's not just passing through, he's taking root.
He never spoke, never looked up. His peaked cap or hood always pressed down his brows, hiding a face that shouldn't exist.
No one knew his name, what time he came, and what time he left. He seemed to be part of the alley, broken, old, and dilapidated, but alive.
Nanfeng Lane doesn't recognize directions, but it recognizes people. The youth themselves are a forbidden zone.
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Tonight, he is here again.
The wide David's coat and hat firmly suppressed his frivolous silver-gray hair, revealing only a pair of cold and indifferent eyes.
But the scarlet of the cigarette butt is no longer between the lips, and the coolness of the cola is no longer between the finger bones.
He happened to be holding a lollipop of unknown flavor in his mouth.
It's not that I'm obedient, it's that I'm too lazy to pretend.
Like a traitor among bad boys.
Bad, not completely, but cool enough.
Good, not pure enough, but real enough.
The days and months are busy, and the grayscale of memory is half bright and half dark, mottled and unclear.
Bai Luo had never written him into his memories as the protagonist. But tonight, through the falling snow, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
It’s just like the name, the legend of Nanhuai No. 1 Middle School’s undefeated red list.
He looked just like the boy who took her first kiss in the second semester of her senior year of high school.
Bo...what's Yan?
The last name is too unfamiliar and the first name is too dull to remember.
But how could he be reduced to... a ghost?
He is so destitute as if he has been exiled from the world, but his eyes are still high enough to look down on the whole world.
What's even more outrageous is that the curve of his eyebrows and the line of his jaw are exactly the same as hers.
Like fate played a joke:
The person who is most like her is the least like a good person.
Some people, no matter how bad they are, are still so dazzling that they cannot be ignored.
Because he is not the light at all, he is a shadow that even the light cannot catch up with.
Bai Luo's eyelashes trembled, and she hesitated in a state of confusion.
At the Nanhuai No. 1 Middle School at that time, Bo Yi was a never-fading sunset that dyed the eighteen-year-old sky red.
The flamboyant and unrestrained young man is a frozen frame in everyone's memory.
His future is a vast spring and a never-ending summer.
We were born to be clear skies, free and windy.
But the wind can also go crazy.
Now he has become a mad dog at the end of the alley, covered with thorns and biting everyone he sees.
It bites through youth and breaks oneself into pieces.
Now...he's biting...her again.
After all, even a mad dog needs an owner. But she is not afraid of madness.
Bai Luo originally wanted to ignore it, but a hint of teasing suddenly arose in his heart.
It's not heartache, it's not pity, it's an almost evil interest of "I want to see how crazy you can get".
"Will you take me in?"
The tone was distant and cold.
Having no place to stay, I borrowed a corner of his roof to rest on on cold nights.
The boy under the streetlight had half of his face shrouded in dark shadows and the other half floating in the cold light.
It's just like him, hiding all his dark desires under the light.
The sharp eyes trapped the person in front of him in the focus of the pupils.
——The prey took the bait.
The girl was so white that she seemed to be of an ordinary skin, with exquisite facial features, clear and distinct lips, and a pointed chin like an oval.
Fragile, yet enchanting.
The snow falls silently, and people turn into the color of snow. It is hard to tell whether the snow turns into people, or people melt into snow.
Bo Xi was born with a pair of enchanting peach blossom eyes, like the shadow of a snake under the moon.
The evil water welled up in his eyes, and he chuckled softly, his voice cold and magnetic, deep and charming.
"I need a bed warmer, can you do it?"
It's not a question, it's an interrogation.
The walls of the one-bedroom apartment were paper-thin, trembling in the breeze. The tattered sofa was as narrow as a coffin. He was 188cm tall, she was 170cm tall, and they squeezed together, not for warmth but to test each other's limits.
It was winter, and the cold wind, with its bone-chilling chill, penetrated the thin walls, making the cold air in the living room stagnant.
Sleeping on the sofa is like jumping into a cold abyss.
If we really have to stay in the same room, there are only two options:
Or they sleep in the same bed, their body temperatures intertwined, their breaths intertwined, ambiguity arises, and the bottom line collapses.
You can either sleep on the floor, in a cramped space, or you have to calculate the distance before turning over, which is restrained but more torturous.
Furthermore, Bai Luo politely refused.
Oh.
He wanted to see how long the girl could remain so aloof.
Tonight, someone is destined to break the rules.
Bai Luo's knuckles slowly closed in the shadows. She looked up and happened to catch the smile gleaming in his pupils.
It's so bad that it clearly says "You can't escape".
They don't pretend to be gentle, don't act compassionate, and don't play games. This kind of person is actually pure. Being extremely bad is the truth.
It's a dead end anyway. No matter how bad the cards are, it's not up to fate to teach her how to play them.
At least he is open about his evil, unlike a sewer rat in human skin, who smiles but hides a dagger that cuts at your heart.
She smiled, her defenses cracked, allowing evil intentions to creep in. Never mind, the cold night is too long, why not set a fire to keep warm and burn down this hypocritical world.
On a cold, snowy night, their gazes were moist and entangled. It wasn't love, it wasn't pity, it was the tacit understanding of being one of the same kind.
"Can."
A word fell lightly to the ground, Leng Xiao was in danger.
In the south wind alley, the walls are wet and soaked with dew, and the bodies are covered in mud. Two souls exiled from the world meet in the dark.
Without words, without speech, they ignite each other with their body temperature and redeem each other with destruction.
Only those who are evil to the core know how to live best.
*
The millennial wind blew through the seven-story old building, and three units stood side by side. Each unit entrance was equipped with a two-meter-wide open-air staircase.
The only suitcase Bai Luo was dragging was the next second after she agreed, and the young man walked straight past under the dim light.
"It's fucking cold."
It's not about the weather, it's about fate. It's about this building, this night, the beginning of a destined entanglement.
It's all so fucking cold and unreasonable.
She felt a heat on her wrist. Not a touch, but a burning sensation.
No one knew that in a corner where even the surveillance cameras were blind, the boy grabbed the light that he should never have in his life and grabbed the dawn of the whole world.
The grip was trembling and painful.
His hands have only ever held knives, cigarettes, and fate's bad cards.
But tonight, he held the warmth of a girl and the brightness of the entire winter night.
He was caught like a madman, but as clear-headed as a god.
Bo Xi was in front, walking slowly but steadily, as if he was leading a girl who had strayed into his fate home.
The night wind ruffled his silver-gray hair, and the strands of hair fell down, obscuring the light and shadow in his eyes.
It's not gentleness, but possessiveness that is restrained to the point of trembling.
Bai Luo stared at his thin skeleton and suddenly understood:
It's not that you walked into the wrong door, it's that you ran into a wolf's den.
The boy's bones and blood clearly have the spirit of debauchery engraved on them, but he wears the skin of a gentleman, so cold that it is frightening, and so noble that it is dazzling.
It makes people sober up from the pain and broken after waking up.
Should have run away earlier.
Unfortunately, the die is cast and there is no turning back.
The wolf didn't pounce on her; she jumped into his arms on her own.
The fourth-floor window was cracked, like a crescent moon gnawed away by someone. A corner of broken glass dangled, swaying, reflecting the neon lights of a new skyscraper in the distance.
Flashy, cold, and maliciously mocking the dying gasps of the old Millennium Building.
Bo Yi took out the key, his movements were lazy and cold.
The corridor is dark all year round, the light bulbs are often out of work, and only a voice-controlled lamp remains, which has accumulated dust for ten years and is barely alive.
As the footsteps approached, a pale light, barely twitching, illuminated the layers of wounds on the wall.
There were plaster advertisements, cigarette posters, missing person notices, water pipe repair notices, and faded family planning slogans. The handwriting was blurred and difficult to distinguish. No one read them, and no one buried them.
The door creaked open, as if the house had accepted its fate.
The room was gloomy. There was a bare tungsten filament lamp on the ceiling, with a gray net hanging down. The light was filtered and turned yellow, like looking at the world through a layer of yellowed old glass.
Dizzy, heavy, and oppressive.
There was a layer of empty astringency in the breath, mixed with a hint of the bitter taste of tobacco.
Not fierce, not impatient, just like himself, looking at the world with a cold eye.
Bai Luo was brought to a cramped bedroom, with a thin layer of sweat on his wrists.
It's not cold, it's tight.
Are you afraid that she will run away?
Duration. Strength.
He climbed the stairs to get the key and pushed the door open, not letting go for even a second.
The bedroom was pitifully small, with a single bed, a wardrobe, and two bedside tables. The rest of the furniture was empty, leaving only a sense of emptiness.
The window is the only breathable space in the cramped bedroom, and the old window grilles are cloudy.
Outside the window, the snow is falling hard. It's not drifting, it's pounding. With every breath, the white mist spreads, until the sky is filled with flying silk threads.
Bo Xi moved his wrist bones, raised his eyebrows solemnly, and radiated a small piece of cold blue light.
“Want to add contact information?”
The tone was polite and appropriate, but the pair of misty eyes clearly said: You have no choice.
The QR code is quietly displayed in front of us, so how can we ignore it?
We should just go with the flow.
"bite!"
Mountains and rivers meet successfully.
When Bai Luo was considering whether to introduce himself, a message flashed on the chat interface.
[Bo Qian]
Thin (bó diàn).
Repeat silently between lips and teeth.
The speculation in my heart was shattered. It wasn't the original, but a similarity.
How could this young man who has never fallen from the altar on the red list of Nanhuai No. 1 Middle School be in such a miserable state?
But she had never heard her friends mention that he had a brother.
It's strange, they look really similar.
[Bai Luo]
The reply was very simple, just two words: neither humble nor arrogant.
You can also get to know each other through WeChat.
"You sleep inside, and the low cabinet by the window is yours."
Bo Yu pointed to the inside of the single bed and the low cabinet by the window, then shifted his gaze to the wardrobe.
"The cabinet on the left is empty, it's yours, the cabinet on the right is mine."
The last sentence "It's up to you" was finished, and he turned and left.
The moment the door opened and closed, light and shadow cut through each other. And the doubt in the eyes of the person behind the door turned into certainty.
Who would go out of their way to make room for a short cabinet for a "temporary roommate"? Who would voluntarily give up half of their wardrobe?
Could it be that his belongings were so scarce that he didn't need more space?
Or was it premeditated?
Seeing him walk out of the bedroom, his actions were ahead of his thoughts.
"What are you doing?"
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