Tokyo Iced Tea
In previous May Day holidays, Bai Luo would take the green train back to Nanhuai.
The same this year.
The ticket purchase time is 3:00 a.m. on the 29th, crossing the night and morning light, and arriving at the platform at 10:00 the next day.
However, the leave she asked for from the food stall owner was for the 30th, 1st and 2nd, and she had to go to the brightly lit food stall near the university town on the night of the 29th.
In late spring in Hangzhou and Hong Kong, the fragrance of flowers settles week after week.
Bai Luo walked into the workshop and put on his green work clothes.
Her ice-blue hair was casually tied into a loose bun, and in front of the mirror, she pinned the heart-shaped hairpin that had fallen into Bo's hand at some unknown time into the loose hair at her temples.
The heart-shaped hairpin was given to her as a college entrance examination gift by the noble lady who accompanied her through the college entrance examination journey on the day of the 100-day oath-taking ceremony.
The cool silver color scheme has a butterfly diamond in the center of the heart, sparkling under the bright white light.
As night falls, the food stalls are crowded with customers, one wave leaving and another coming in.
Amid the fumes of the kitchen and the sounds of the city, Bai Luo placed the last stack of dishes on the drain rack and heard the gentle voice of the proprietress.
"Xiaobai, there's another table outside."
"immediately."
He quickly wiped his hands, took the wrinkled and yellowed menu, and walked towards the lights on the oil-stained floor.
It was not until I got closer that I realized that the people sitting at the new table were familiar faces.
"Hello, can you take a look first?"
"Lolo."
Wu Kai called her name in surprise.
Before she could respond, Yin Shuanghui lifted Pink Diamond's nails across Wu Kai and spoke in a sarcastic tone.
"Hey, our Baida campus beauty is working as a waitress again. You know what, this green outfit suits you quite well."
"Bring me the menu."
Taking into consideration that the other party was a customer, Bai Luo handed him the menu politely and spoke in a calm tone.
"Today we have a special offer, spend a thousand and get a free signature dish."
Yin Shuanghui lowered her eyes and scanned the paper.
"Then tell me which dishes are the most popular."
Bai Luo is well organized.
"Our signature dish is spicy stir-fried clams. Our grilled skewers are also very popular, especially the lamb skewers and chicken wings. Our cold cucumber salad and spicy crayfish are also favorites of many customers."
"Oh, I don't want any of these. Bring me one of the rest."
Yin Shuanghui tapped the table with her fingertips and gave instructions in a clear tone.
“…”
Bai Luo lowered his eyebrows to hide his expression, and a professional fake smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Customer needs are the highest purpose.
"Please wait a moment."
Except for Bo Qi, everyone at the table looked at each other.
They came for the signature dishes and had no interest in the dishes that received mediocre reviews.
But considering that Yin Shuanghui was Bo Xi's childhood sweetheart, and there were rumors of their engagement, it was not easy to show his displeasure directly.
I can only endure silently and cooperate silently.
It was a thin foggy night, with each cloud darkening.
The man, with his hooded sweatshirt hanging loosely and a pair of fierce eyes half-hidden, was indifferent to the nagging around him.
The wind wrinkled the long cigarette that someone had given him, and filled the air with a light mist.
Blurred by the sharp edges of the pointed jaw.
Time passes slowly like a leaf in a boat.
When Bai Luo finished cleaning the mess on the last table, Yin Shuanghui stopped her.
He looked at her coldly with a condescending look.
"Pay the bill, Baida Campus Belle."
She drooped her eyelids to check the bill, but a figure that was hard to ignore caught her eye.
Under the shadow of the hat brim, half of the skeleton was soaked in mist, and the outline was stripped away by the cold wind, seeping into the blurred vision inch by inch.
Chen Cisi held Concubine Lu in his arms, seemingly oblivious to the noise around him, and nudged the person who was half-closed his eyes in frustration with his elbow.
"Yun, do you remember her? The waitress you hired, the one you protected twice?"
The voice was raised in decibels, as if on purpose.
But it just happened to flow into Yin Shuanghui's sensitive earlobe.
"What do you mean someone I've protected twice? How could A-Jie know her?"
The person being asked raised his eyebrows leisurely and stared at the figure in green for a long time, so much so that Chen Ci Si thought he was reminiscing.
The next second, I heard someone beside me say something lightly.
"Who is this? I have no impression."
The man biting a half-smoked cigarette had a cold mist spreading wildly around his lips.
"Hello, who are you?"
There was a sense of alienation hidden between the polite words, as if the previous glance was just a reflection of ineffective social interaction.
Hearing this, Shen Cisi laughed happily.
"Xiao, you f**k, is there anyone who flirts with girls like you?"
"Call me daddy, and I'll teach you how to get her WeChat."
He also took advantage of others and made things more chaotic.
The food stall was in a state of disrepair. Bo Qi was the first to lose his smile.
"Get lost."
The wind blew through the boy's cuffs, and the light blue veins on his wrist were faintly visible.
He leaned against the plastic chair with interest, waiting for the girl's reaction in the comfortable evening breeze.
On a quiet night, the person checking the bill glanced at me with his icy eyes and replied with two words in a clear voice.
"Who are you?"
The strangeness of tonight is enough to dissolve a lifetime of alienation.
As soon as the words came out, Yin Shuanghui got angry first.
"Bai Luo, why are you so arrogant? I don't believe you don't know A-Zhe."
Bai Luo seemed not to hear and turned around to leave.
But his way was suddenly blocked by a figure.
I thought Yin Shuanghui wanted to keep pestering me, but I heard her questioning in frustration.
"Who gave you the barrette in your hair?"
Bai Luo's eyes were cold and gloomy, he didn't understand why, but he hid the truth between his lips and teeth.
"My parents gave it to me."
Yin Shuanghui didn't believe it.
"You're lying. This hairpin is custom-made. There's only one on the market."
Bai Luo's eyes flashed, then returned to calmness in a moment, and he retorted coldly.
“It’s just a copy.”
As he passed by her, he glanced at the fierce-looking man and silently curled his lips.
The wind makes the spring night cold.
The cool air rushed from the north to the south, and the haziness seeped from the east to the west, engulfing the entire outline of the food stall.
The workshop was filled with an airtight blue-gray airflow. Bai Luo took off his work clothes, revealing a thin shirt and jeans that outlined his slender figure.
Take off the custom-made hairpin from Yin Shuanghui's mouth.
No wonder the hairpin is still as smooth and flawless as new after being worn for three years. It turns out to be a unique custom-made one.
There is only one of its kind in the world.
Belongs only to her.
The rusty chair supported her silent figure, and her fingertips caressed the butterfly diamond in the center of the hairpin as if cherishing it.
Cool mist wrapped around the sleeves of the girl's thin shirt, and her ankles traced a slender and cold arc.
The butterfly diamond flashed a light, stinging people's eyes.
Memories reunite like broken diamonds, reflecting the sunset over the Western Hills in front of the gate of Nanhuai No. 1 Middle School.
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The chilly spring breeze made my eyes red, and my shadows faded in the sun.
There was a constant stream of people at the entrance of the university. Bai Luo stood in the huge crowd, caressing the college entrance examination gift given to her by the lady with her slender fingers.
The lady gave him gentle advice.
"Good luck on your college entrance exam, little girl. Life is a long road, and there's always a path that belongs to you. There's always a ray of light falling on you."
But her dim light at the age of eighteen was a bitter gray.
The crowd's whispers drifted away on the wind.
"I heard that Bo Xi's parents didn't come to this oath-taking ceremony."
"It seems like something's up. Whether he comes or not, it won't make any difference to him."
"Yes, first place has always belonged to him."
The wind blew past his eyes, and Bai Luo's eyelashes trembled.
Looking up, she peeled off a strand of pure white from the chaos among the surging crowd.
The warm wind lifted the hem of the boy's white shirt.
He got on the most eye-catching JK009 at the school gate.
Is she in a trance?
Why did she feel that the lady in the car looked familiar, as if she was the person who gave her the hairpin?
Dusk fell.
She rubbed her sore eyes, and when she looked again, all she could see was a smoky white exhaust.
I always feel like I am trapped in an elevator at dusk, swaying up and down, but stagnant in the void with no floors.
It's like a blind man standing at a crossroads, with strange sounds of the wind coming from all directions.
She couldn't see the lady in the car, nor could she see the young man's profile, let alone the fate she couldn't escape.
The future is shrouded in mist, far away in the horizon.
Is there really a young man who pushes her towards the light and stays in the dark himself?
Is there really a young man behind her, silently protecting her like a god?
It won't happen, it's just a mirage.
There won't be any, it's just a trick of the shadow in the mirror.
The wind whistled past, filling my ears with empty echoes, and salty liquid seeped into the tip of my tongue.
Maybe there will be, maybe there will be eventually.
A small expectation grows silently.
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Fragments of memory float in the dim light. I can touch the warmth of my palm, but I can’t catch the breeze of eighteen years old.
Put that priceless hairpin back into your hair.
The weather forecast failed again.
The night was thick and dark. Bluish-grey lightning streaked across the sky, and raindrops slammed heavily onto the asphalt road, splashing water with a crackling sound.
Bai Luo huddled in the gloom of the taxi's backseat. He brushed his rain-soaked, icy-blue hair, resting his forehead against the water-stained window.
The lights of Hangzhou and Hong Kong, one warm and one bright. My wet eyes pierce the darkness, gazing at the interlaced stream of car lights.
The neon lights in the rearview mirror gradually faded away, and the rear lights lit up a light yellow taxi, which suddenly appeared in the twilight.
The green leaves of the ginkgo trees along the road were soaked and turned black by the rain, and the green light at the intersection turned red.
The speeding traffic came to a sudden halt in the rainy night.
Bai Luo was pushed forward by inertia, and the dull sound of his forehead colliding with the back of the chair was wrapped in the humid air.
He rubbed his forehead and took out the Bluetooth headset from his canvas bag.
The fuselage flashed blue light several times, illuminating the blurry profile on the glass window.
The earphones fit the earlobes, and the mobile phone music software was just turned to the interface when an electronic sound of "Bluetooth connected" slowly echoed in the humid night.
I was startled and my white glazed earphones fell onto the dirty car mat. I picked them up and wiped off the dust repeatedly. When I put them back on my earbone, the red light outside the window turned green.
A familiar melody was playing in the headphones.
“How long have you endured the tribulation?”
"How many eyes are wet"
The next second, another clear sound spread.
"Bluetooth is disconnected."
On the neon avenue, a chaotic flow of traffic is rushing forward.
For a moment, Bai Luo saw the hard-to-ignore silver-gray hair inside the light yellow car through the fogged double-layer glass.
The whistling white light flashed by.
When we arrived at the platform soaked in rain, the countdown on the electronic screen was approaching the end.
Bai Luo hurriedly scanned the code to pay.
The heavy rain turned the spring night into scorching ice, soaking the thin clothes and letting the cold mist cling to the bones.
Looking back, the only sound was the crackling of raindrops hitting the asphalt road, exploding like firecrackers.
The sound of the rain tonight is enough to fill the emptiness and loneliness of a lifetime.
Bai Luo signed the tickets one by one, and when he found the train number, there were only five minutes left before departure.
During the Qingming Festival holiday, there was a huge flow of people returning home, and the carriages were packed with people from all over the world.
There was a high school boy sleeping in a corner with his suitcase, and an old lady sitting on an old stool holding a Nokia phone.
There are migrant workers with their families, and young couples who are in love with each other.
Following the numbers on the backs of the soft seats, Bai Luo squeezed through and finally reached his seat.
But the footsteps stopped abruptly.
A mysterious dark figure was lying in her place.
He laid the small square table flat, with the wide hood covering his entire head, and his face facing the inner seat.
Seems drowsy.
She was suspicious, wondering if she had walked into the wrong carriage and found the wrong seat.
After asking a mother who was teasing her baby, we confirmed that it was carriage number three.
After checking the seat number again, I made sure that I was not wrong.
Someone had taken her place.
The carriage was filled with a mixture of damp smells. Outside the window, fog and rain fell continuously at Hangzhou Port.
Bai Luo bent down and poked the seat occupier's arm with his cool fingers, neither lightly nor heavily.
Zero feedback.
He poked it harder.
"Wake up."
Judging from each other's clothing and body shape, I guess they are about the same age.
"Classmate, can you please wake up?"
No response.
Another sweeter name.
"Handsome...classmate, can you please wake up?"
There was complete silence, but Bai Luo could vaguely hear a sneer.
My memory suddenly flashed back to a piece of social news I read last month.
A girl's seat on the train was occupied by someone. She mustered up the courage to argue with him, but in the end the person grabbed her seat and pulled her hair, leaving a bloody mark on her forehead.
She lowered her eyes, calmed her breathing, and turned to find the flight attendant for help.
The next second, the corner of the thin shirt was pulled by something warm.
He turned slowly, his gaze moved downward in confusion, and what jumped into his field of vision was a little finger with distinct joints.
A silver pinky ring. Familiar burning eyes.
Raindrops appeared and disappeared on the train windows, and the mist surged into a shimmering blue lake.
I looked up in a daze, and met a pair of half-bright and half-dark eyes under the brim of the hat.
Bai Luo was caught off guard.
Not knowing whether it was surprise or shock, I stood there in the narrow aisle.
"Move aside, move aside."
A woman in her fifties, carrying lots of bags, repeated the same thing over and over again in a howling voice.
When Bai Luo came back to his senses, he glanced sideways and suddenly felt a burning sensation across his waist.
The whole person fell on Bo Xi's chest as if weightless.
Her fingers grasped his sweatshirt helplessly, and the collar was roughly pulled down halfway, revealing a large area of porcelain-white skin below the collarbone.
The scarlet tattoo suddenly pierced from his heart into his frightened pupils.
Only two levels of color remain in view.
The cold white is the burning skin at the heart position, and the crimson is the tattoo that matches her initials.
The sound of rain hitting the window glass outside the carriage matched the pounding sound of Bai Luo's heart.
There was no way to hide from the embarrassment, so I could only slowly raise my eyes from the burning.
Their eyes met again.
There was a hint of smile between his lips and teeth, and the girl's irregular breathing could be heard nearby.
Extremely dangerous.
As long as he lowered his head, their lips would collide in an instant.
Itching in the throat.
He tilted his head back as if in restraint.
The danger of hoarseness.
"It's so comfortable in my arms."
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