Rose Sea Sunset
The rain at the end of August always brings a sudden chill after the sultry heat.
The No. 33 bus swayed around Hangzhou and Hong Kong several times. Bai Luo, who was listening to the song in his headphones, opened his eyes dazedly.
I fell into a nightmare without realizing it.
She was afflicted with a rainstorm, her blood had turned to cold rain, and her veins were flooded with it.
The soul was drenched by the rainstorm, and in a half-asleep and half-awake state, the world was left with only the dust of rain and damp breath.
Where to escape to escape from the drug dealers.
The end of time? A mirror world?
Or should we erase our presence and make it impossible for drug dealers to start a business like air?
But the world is too small and hell is too big. There is nowhere to escape and we can only wait for the suffocation before dawn.
The rain stopped, and Bai Luo got off the bus. He wandered through the ancient streets and alleys like a shadow.
After all, she is the daughter of a drug enforcement police officer and has a keen sense of vigilance.
She took to heart the anti-stalking techniques her father taught her.
There were footsteps behind me, not from ordinary passersby. The footsteps were deliberately quiet, but they followed closely.
The drug dealer's minions really showed up.
Bai Luo pretended to be calm and turned into an even more winding old alley. After going around several twists and turns, he suddenly flashed into a grocery store on the street and observed what was behind him through the reflection in the glass window.
A woman in a baseball cap was looking around with a cold look in her eyes.
Seemingly familiar.
I seem to have seen it somewhere.
The only thing that can be confirmed is that she is not a pawn of drug dealers.
Drug dealers always have a fishy smell about them, but she has a cool and refreshing aura, which is completely different.
The reason for the tracking is unclear.
While the woman was distracted, Bai Luo slipped out of the back door of the grocery store into another alley like a civet cat.
She chose to run on dark, damp, and cluttered paths. The smell of rotten wood and moldy moss, wrapped in the stench of old garbage, became her best cover.
At the corner, she threw her bag against the wall, and the sound misled the pursuers.
There were hurried footsteps behind her, the footsteps were like a death warrant, hitting the bluestone road and her tense heartstrings.
She put all her strength into her legs and even jumped over a collapsed low wall, with gravel flying under her feet.
The wind blew through her ears. Fortunately, she shook off the tail.
The chill of dusk is palpable. Countless generations of cicadas have sung, silencing the boundless summer.
Unlock the phone and send a message to Chang Liu.
In seconds, the screen went off.
The hunt tonight was treacherous. How could the drug lord's spies instantly discover her whereabouts?
The person who followed her...
Is it a complicated unsolved case, another dormant hidden clue?
Or is there an invisible giant hand outside the chessboard quietly placing the pieces?
Could it be the police?
Could it be because of Chang Liu?
Has he really cut off the roots of evil and converted to the right path?
Could it be that... he lied to her?
Impossible, impossible.
He is her trusted older brother.
Little did he know that he had already become a live piece on someone else's chessboard.
The roar of the wind tonight is but a harbinger of the storm to come. The real crisis always lurks after tomorrow.
*
The fog was thick.
The glass of high-rise buildings is the mirror of the city, reflecting thousands of layers of life and shattering countless dreams.
The lights of thousands of homes are the thousands of roots of hope taking root in the soil.
Where is her home? Where is her hope? Where is her future?
Although Bai Luo avoided being followed, he did not dare to let his guard down.
The skin is cold and the pores are cool.
Her illness was an endless black rainstorm.
Nanfeng Lane. Years of dampness have left patches of rust all along the way.
It's been a while since I've walked alone on the mossy path. Raindrops slid down the ribs of my umbrella, reflecting the neon lights.
The rain roared. The bright red flames faded, leaving the Millennium Building in a different shade of gray.
I was actually glad that Bo Xi was not at home. I didn't want him to see how miserable I looked.
The rain and the empty alleys are filled with silent shadows. I climb the stairs in the moonlight, one step at a time.
I reached out and touched the cold armrest, and my fingertips were stained with a thin layer of moss green.
Thunder roared one after another, rolling down the blurred line of sky between dawn and dusk.
Bai Luo nervously unlocked the door, entered the room, hung up his umbrella, and changed his shoes.
The rental house was filled with damp steam. She hated the cold air current from Hangzhou and Hong Kong, as if all the fog in the world had settled on the old city.
"rustle……"
The subtle sound of clothes rubbing against each other could be heard layer by layer through the air.
Bai Luo frowned.
Is there a thief in the house?
How could she not know what valuable things were in that shabby rental house that were worth committing a crime for?
Or...the power outage was just a disguise?
We have heard about the power outage a long time ago, and the aging of circuits in the old city has become the norm.
The midnight rain drowned out the lights. She reached for a blunt knife and tiptoed toward the bedroom. Her ear rested against the door.
In the bottomless night, the sounds were deafening and traceable.
As I held my breath and concentrated, I could hear faint footsteps behind me.
Before I could turn around, a pair of damp, cold hands wrapped around my neck. The force was dangerous, and the dampness felt like suffocating.
The rain was pouring down outside the window, so hard that even shadows were moldy. Bai Luo's body stiffened, his adrenaline surging. His head went blank, and he slapped backhandedly.
“Bang!”
With a crisp sound, the shadow cracked.
Playing a thin, trembling and cruel note.
"abnormal!"
The night was spreading and overflowing. The world became a wisp of dispersing smoke.
The boy who was slapped in the face remained motionless. He seemed to enjoy the slapping, and lazily touched the corner of his lips that were bleeding.
"pain."
Bo Xi smiled harmlessly. Being a true drama queen, he felt extremely aggrieved.
“…”
A thin mist blurred the clarity of his eyelashes. Bai Luo's eyes wandered with a dull feeling.
The man in front of me had deep and curved eyebrows and a cold smile, like a tattoo directly engraved on his face.
The hostility flowed from his eyes, like fire, burning people's eyes.
"Aren't you not at home?"
He lied to her again and tried to scare her by playing tricks on her.
The heavy rain brushed against their faces, and the two looked at each other from a dim distance.
The young man standing against the light was tall and intimidating, with a very faint old scar at the end of his eyebrow, which added a sense of rudeness to his coldness.
He had a wicked smile, spoke incoherently, and his little fangs were pointed.
"I miss you and am anxious to see you."
Although what he said was the truth, his tone was so frivolous and flirtatious that the girl, who was wet all over, thought it was just a joke.
If he really missed her, why hadn't he sent any news for two months?
I won’t believe it easily.
Outside the window is Fifth Avenue 101, stained by the mist of ginkgo leaves. The neon lights cast a mottled shadow, a worn green.
"That's not a reason."
He used the same words he had used to refute her. Two months later, Bai Luo threw it back calmly.
“…”
I learn it quite well.
The next moment, he was punished.
Bo Xi's hand was like a poisonous snake coiling around her lifeline.
The touch of wet hands on my neck. The sight of damp air. The pain of burning body heat.
"Ancestor."
His pupils were out of focus, and she was his only focus.
"I've been busy with things during the summer vacation and handed in my phone."
He was explaining it to her seriously.
It’s not that we don’t contact each other, it’s that objective conditions don’t allow it.
For two months, he lived alone and at night, feeling as if he was in a strange world isolated from the outside world.
I always remember her profile as she sat alone on the balcony, smoking, looking world-weary. I remember her drenched and disheveled appearance. I remember the scene of them sitting across from each other, eating.
All the traces of their collision with the world and the time that has passed.
The damp air was filled with an inexplicable ambiguity. Bai Luo's elbow nudged the approaching shadow.
"What requires handing over your phone?"
Not a music major?
Is writing lyrics or rehearsing very secretive?
It was a foggy night. Her eyes blurred Bo Yi's outline like fog.
The two looked at each other, their eyes flickering, their breaths mingling.
"You know, my major is drug control."
He didn't hide anything from her, but he stopped talking.
The word "drug control" needs no explanation, it is a silent thunder.
Behind it are so many dark nights of sneaking, so many life-and-death games. It is walking on the border between light and darkness, walking alone on the abyss, and licking blood on the tip of a knife.
The faint chirping of cicadas filled his ears. Bai Luo was ill, like a cold, broken butterfly trapped by a rainstorm.
Drug control profession is her forbidden zone.
The whole person seemed to plunge straight into an indifferent and deserted sea, disrupting the tangled and entangled nerves.
Why is it the drug control major, not the music major?
Why had he been squatting in the gray corner of Nanfeng Alley singing a cappella for two years? Why was he included in the music academy's performance?
Why not a drug control major?
Why? Why?
Long, pale eyelashes droop, shadows covering the small flaps of eyelids.
"Isn't that a music major?"
He murmured softly.
In the simple rental house, which was shrouded in gray shadows, the cicadas chirped intermittently.
All the colors within Bai Luo's vision were fading, including the red of blood.
“Why is it a drug control major?”
He muttered to himself quietly again.
The road to drug control is a lonely journey against the light, filled with shadows and thickets of thorns.
The undercover policeman who bravely sneaks into the drug den alone is a chess player in the game with the drug lord.
My father is. Uncle Chen is. Bo Yi is.
Why did everyone she cared about choose to embark on a dangerous path that risked their lives?
But what about herself?
Aren’t war correspondents who roam the gray areas of the world also dancing with death?
Two thin, choked lip sounds fell steadily into Bo Yi's ears.
The bony and thin palm pinched the ridge of Bai Luo's jaw with a little force, and looked back at him with piercing eyes.
Approaching like a shadow, extremely oppressive.
"Bai Luo, do you have a heart?"
Very unhappy accusation.
They had been sleeping in the same bed for seven or eight months, but she knew nothing about his profession.
“…”
A thin line of water fell alone on the gray-green window pane. Bai Luo's breathing lost its rhythm and rhythm.
People say that smell stores memories longer-lasting than vision.
There is a smell of the world on Bo Xi's body.
The top note is bitter, a strong, aggressive scent, while the base note is warm, with a subtle minty sweetness.
She likes the taste.
The small window in the bathroom was hanging, casting a shadow on the window pane. Very little light leaked in.
Bai Luo's tears soaked under his black eyelashes, and his breathing was muffled by the darkness.
"You didn't tell me, so I don't know."
I really don’t know.
She has never been interested in the so-called talented men and beautiful women or their anecdotes.
If she had known that he was involved in the dangerous world of drug control, her act of taking him in that night would have been the most painful regret of her life.
Unfortunately, he was her inevitable fate.
Her eyes seemed to reflect the fragments of moonlight. Wherever she looked, half of her life was dark and bright.
"I'm not that interested in music. Shen Cisi and the others are from the music academy. They think I have a good sense of pitch, so I occasionally sing a song for them."
He was answering her two questions seriously.
"The drug control profession was a shadow in my childhood. Someone has to carry the burden, right?"
yes.
Life is a long journey, and everyone has their own path. Some are intoxicated by the music, while others rush to fulfill their mission.
Maybe you have been hurt and encountered difficulties, but there will always be wild roses blooming on the thorny road.
Flowers have their seasons, seasons have their cycles, and people have reincarnations.
Some choices don't need applause, just because your heart is in it, you will be happy to make them.
The air became increasingly hot, burning like fire.
Bo Yi stared into the darkness, but because of Bai Luo's presence, his pupils had a reflection.
"Bai Luo."
"Do you think we're on the same path now?"
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