When I returned to Sister Orange's home, it was already eleven o'clock at night. And for Beihai City, this point is just its opening ceremony at night. Transparent floor-to-ceiling glass windows are the best observation deck, surrounding the central tower, the original colorful buildings have lost their color, like a dark behemoth densely occupying the city. The neon signs in the streets are brighter, and although the night sky has fallen with a corrosive drizzle, it does not quench the enthusiasm of the metropolis in the slightest—countless glamorous men and women still stroll the streets with special umbrellas, and the bars downstairs have begun to sound deafeningly manic music.

On June 10, 2045, Beihai City, overcast to acid rain, the temperature was 25 degrees Celsius.

"I haven't seen the sun in a month."

Sister Orange stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a goblet, took a sip of red wine and said to herself. The street downstairs was like a dense intertwined silver dragon dyeing her eyes.

"yes, the weather, before you know it, it's so bad. Are there any typhoons these days? ”

Su Mo slowly walked behind Sister Orange and draped a silk scarf over her exposed shoulders.

"The typhoon hasn't raged anymore, but the coastline is still rising."

Sister Orange said lightly, as if talking about inconspicuous things.

"Really?"

Su Mo asked painlessly and didn't speak again.

Maybe one day, the sea will flood the city, and all the prosperity will come to an end.

The atmosphere became unusually silent for a while, and in the elegantly decorated living room, a faint sandalwood fragrance spread.

On the cream-white marble coffee table is a lamp that changes color, and thick smoke is swirling in the lampshade, like a dream. Next to the white faux leather sofa, all the flowers and plants have died, scattering the withered leaves of potted plants.

On the ultra-thin large-screen TV, the delicate-looking female anchor is still tirelessly broadcasting the news

"As of ten o'clock tonight, the sandstorm in the capital has not stopped, the second level red alert has been issued in various places, the sand and dust in the sky have covered the vision, countless cars are blocked on the city's large and small roads, and the entire ground traffic has been paralyzed. It is recommended that all citizens take the subway to go out and wear medical dust masks. In the north, the continuous hail has caused severe snowstorms......

"Su Mo, do you remember the first time my sister saw you?"

Sister Orange turned around, and a touch of distress flashed in her somewhat moist beautiful eyes.

"Remember, sister, if it weren't for you, Su Mo would have died on the side of the road long ago, and until now, I can't repay it."

Su Mo looked at the bright night sky, and the past slowly rose like a lit cigarette.

That year, the weather was a little cold, the streets were not small and windy, and the slightest light rain was so cold that it penetrated into the marrow of people's bones. For Su Mo, it was the coldest day in Beihai City.

That year, at the age of thirteen, he was kicked out of the house by his mother, and he was scattered in the bustling metropolis, emptying the garbage bins in the alleys and eating people's leftovers. Beihai City has also become more and more ruthless, extreme acid rain weather, cool and no snow in winter, the temperature has dropped to below zero. The gap between the rich and the poor is getting wider and wider, and countless college graduates have been unable to find a formal job.

Poverty is like a tidal wave that overwhelms people's dignity, the rich are afraid of ruining their families overnight, and the poor are concerned about tomorrow's full meal.

More and more acid rain, smaller and smaller parks, farther and farther from the past.

The city is a steel forest, where people wear different masks and play various roles in the crowd, and eventually, it is ruthlessly divided in two by a steel bridge, on the right, the bustling and noisy glossy metropolis, and on the left, the filthy ghetto.

And thirteen-year-old Su Mo only found a few newspapers to cover his thin body in the cold winter, and on the day he was abandoned by his mother, he died, like a shadow. The poor couple mourned for a hundred days, the mother was just an ordinary salesperson, and Su Mo's father, until now, didn't know who it was. It is said that he was the product of a strange man and his mother in a drunken bar. And after that, his mother found a man to marry, and naturally, Su Mo was very disgusted by men.

In my memory, the man always had a blue face, he neither hit Su Mo nor scolded, he just treated him as air, and he didn't care whether he lived or died.

Su Mo's childhood had no toys, no playmates, no warmth, just a small piece of his own world on the rooftop.

The skyrocketing prices and meager wages have long been unable to support a child's support, and the mother and the man will not return to a smaller city because of Su Mo at all. People are like that, when you stay in a bustling metropolis for a long time, even if you live there poorly, you don't want to go back to your hometown where you have nothing.

So in that year, Su Mo was abandoned in a corner of Beihai City. It was also in that year that Su Mo met the sixteen-year-old Sister Orange, who had black and bright hair, was wearing a gorgeous dress, and her pretty face still had tears on her face, but she smiled and said to Su Mo who was curled up on the street corner:

"Let's go home with my sister."

At that time, Sister Orange was the most beautiful woman in Su Mo's mind.

Sister Orange is a typical rich second generation, her father is the CEO of a listed company, often travels all over the world, when she was very young, she lived alone in a huge mansion, cooked by herself, washed her own clothes, and went to school by herself.

And Su Mo can be said to have been pulled up by Sister Orange for him to go to school and give him the happiness that a young man deserves.

Putting away the memories, unconsciously, Su Mo was already in tears, he held down Sister Orange, and there was only affection in his delicate eyes

"Sister, if one day, the city will eventually be flooded by the sea, I will carry you on my back and swim to a place where there is no acid rain, no typhoon, only flowers and green grass."

"Silly boy, what do you say, from the day my father died, you were my only relative."

Sister Orange knocked on Su Mo's head, her eyes were red, and her delicate eyeliner had already been spent.

On one of the empty overpasses in Beihai City, the lazy young man was holding on to the railing, watching the endless traffic in a daze, and the cigarette in his hand burned to the end unconsciously. He stood alone under a street lamp with a heavy guitar bag on his back, and countless lanterns decorated the city, but none of them lit it for him.