My Shore · Chat

On a late autumn rainy night, city traffic flowed endlessly, and neon lights were shattered by the continuous drizzle, spreading across the wet asphalt into a shimmering, shifting stream of light. You Shulang finished his evening meeting and drove into the evening rush hour traffic. Days of continuous work left a faint exhaustion under his eyes. His fingertips rested lightly on the steering wheel, and his speed was steady, maintaining his usual restrained and composed demeanor. The car window was rolled down halfway, and the cool night rain poured into the cabin, diluting the stifling fatigue of the enclosed space. The surrounding noise was deafening, yet an aura of steady, peaceful tranquility surrounded him alone. The traffic light ahead turned bright red, and You Shulang steadily pressed the brake. The next second, a dull, heavy **Bang—** suddenly pierced through the rainy night. A violent impact slammed into the rear of the car, causing the vehicle to shake and vibrate violently. The seatbelt suddenly tightened, locking him firmly in his seat. After a brief dizziness, the surrounding sound of rain and traffic instantly faded away, leaving only a momentary dead silence inside the cabin. You Shulang furrowed his brows slightly, raised a hand to massage his throbbing temples, and suppressed a trace of shock in his heart. He parked the car properly, opened his umbrella, and stepped out to check the rear for damage. Rain pattered continuously onto the surface of the black umbrella. He stood with an upright posture and a gentle temperament; even when encountering an unexpected accident, his expression remained calm and self-contained, showing not a shred of anxiety or disarray. The door of the luxury car behind him slowly pushed open. Under the dim streetlights of the rainy night, a tall man stepped out. Fan Xiao stood at the edge of the rain curtain, dressed in a sharply tailored dark formal suit, his posture noble and upright. He lowered his gaze to sweep over the collided rear ends, wearing a mask of appropriate and polite restraint, while his eyes held not a trace of panic. As his gaze lifted, it fell precisely and unerringly onto the person standing before him holding an umbrella. The rain murmured, and the traffic flowed ceaselessly. Just a single, brief glance. A certain barren, drifting corner within Fan Xiao's chest that had lacked support for years suddenly filled with rain, and with an unprecedented, relentless obsession. People say that destiny begins with a single thought. And Fan Xiao's single thought began with this messy rear-end collision, and sank into the gentle and composed figure before his eyes. From then on, through his long and endless wandering, he had finally encountered his shore. And from that moment on, the thought arose, giving birth to a thousand calamities.