Baizhou

At night, after eight o'clock.

Sang Yang recited Bai Zhou's words in his heart, what will happen after eight o'clock?

She turned her mind around, but still had no clue.

The students who decorated the auditorium were chatting, their voices were not loud, and they could only be faintly heard, but the content could not be heard clearly.

After finishing what he just said, Bai Zhou suddenly lost even the joy of revisiting his hometown.

Like her momentary fluke, things changed completely from the moment she opened her eyes.

She initially thought that the tragedy could be avoided just by stopping Sang Yang from getting into that car, which is easy.

Until she saw the painting that traveled back with her.

That portrait, like a seed of doubt and fear, took root in her heart and made her restless.

A thought even flashed through her mind that made her sweat all over.

Could it be that she can't change anything, and Sang Yang will still appear in that car in the end, and then suffer a tragedy with a whole car of people.

The phone rang suddenly, Bai Zhou's hand tightened, Sang Yang looked at her reassuringly, and picked up the phone.

She listened to the other side first, and then smiled: "It's okay."

"Correct."

"I won't go to the hospital today." Sang Yang said, keeping his gaze on Bai Zhou.

Bai Zhou held her hand and moved his fingers up to Sang Yang's wrist to find her pulse and feel the frequency of her heartbeat.

Sang Yang said a few more words, his expression and tone were always relaxed.

When she hung up the phone, Bai Zhou asked, "Is it Jiang Yuan?"

Sang Yang said: "No, it's Xu Songyi, I'm not here, our department is too busy, so I borrowed her to do odd jobs."

"Oh." Bai Zhou said without feeling.

Sang Yang laughed: "As thanks and compensation, I promise to treat her to dinner."

"Oh." Bai Zhou still didn't care, but after thinking for a while, she suggested, "Then invite her to eat hot pot at home, we cook the hot pot ourselves, and invite Jiang Yuan."

She just mentioned it casually, but Sang Yang showed a little surprise.

"What's wrong?" Bai Zhou asked.

"You didn't take the initiative to invite Jiang Yuan to your house for dinner before."

When she said this, Bai Zhou realized that it seemed to be the case. She and Jiang Yuan quarreled as soon as they met, and they usually disappeared as soon as they could.

But during those three years, Jiang Yuan helped her a lot and cared for her a lot.

"Invite her here once in a while." Bai Zhou could only say vaguely.

Sang Yang didn't ask any more questions, just said: "Then I will tell her when I see her tomorrow."

Probably because the decoration work was about to be finished, the students suddenly relaxed and started laughing and playing.

The doors and windows of the auditorium were all closed, and the wind was kept out, but a beam of warm sunlight shone through the skylight and was projected on the floor. The beam of light was glowing with golden light, and there were tiny dust floating in the light.

The small auditorium became a warm and quiet place, so quiet that even the running and laughing of those few students could not have the slightest influence.

Bai Zhou held Sang Yang's wrist and said quietly: "I want to draw that beam of light."

That beam of light was very special, stable, and seemed to represent some kind of vitality and hope, which calmed Bai Zhou's panic very well.

Sang Yang followed her gaze and looked at the light for a while. She was not as delicate and sensitive as Bai Zhou, but she also felt that the light was very healing.

"Then let's go home." Sang Yang stood up.

Bai Zhou didn't move, she looked up at Sang Yang: "I don't want to move, I want to stay here for a while."

This place is closed, there is no wind, and the only gap that shines in is still hope.It feels very safe here.

Bai Zhou is now like a snail trying to squeeze its head tightly into its shell, trying to pass the time, hide Sang Yang in her shell, and pass the time.

In fact, she couldn't think of a better way than to boil it.

"Let's leave later." Bai Zhou said again.

Sang Yang had no choice but to sit back where she was. She felt powerless, but when she saw Bai Zhou's soft eyes, the powerlessness would gradually disappear. She couldn't say anything to blame, and could only accompany Bai Zhou.

They stayed here for an unknown period of time, during which Bai Zhou answered a few calls, some from the curator of the art exhibition, and some partners who had cooperated deeply to care about what happened.

But every time he hung up the phone, Bai Zhou would tell Sang Yang that it was a friend calling.

"It's from a friend who helped me plan the art exhibition."

"It was a call from a friend who asked me to draw illustrations for their magazine last time."

Sang Yang knows Bai Zhou's habit. For Bai Zhou, anyone he knows is a friend.The security guard at the door greeted her several times, so they were also friends to her.

The first time she heard Bai Zhou mention the word friend was not long after they met.

Since the first meeting in the auditorium that day, Bai Zhou has come to her often, and she doesn't seem to think there is anything wrong with looking for someone she just met so frequently.

I come here happily every day, sometimes asking her if she has time to look at her paintings, sometimes wanting to have dinner with her, and sometimes just casually talking about the happy things she met.

But most of the time, she couldn't see Sang Yang and could only leave in frustration.

She would send text messages to Sang Yang to tell her that she had been here, often in a happy and frustrated tone: "I'm here to find you, but you're not here, okay, I'll wait for you for half an hour."

"Okay, you didn't come back, so I'll go first, I'm going to paint. I'll come to you tomorrow!"

Sometimes Sang Yang couldn't help laughing during the busy study, between classes, and even under the gaze of the tutor once.

She finds it amazing why this child can come to her like this every day without knowing any fatigue at all. She is even a little envious. Is this the vitality of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child?

They didn't communicate much in the first month, because Bai Zhou was just a stranger to Sang Yang.

Until one time, when Bai Zhou came to see her, there was no smile on his face, and even his eyes were a little evasive, not daring to look directly at her.

Sang Yang felt strange and asked, "What's wrong?"

Bai Zhou did not hesitate to express all his troubles: "My friend said, I followed you like a stalker that night, and you ignored me because you thought I was a change..." She swallowed the word back , hesitated and changed to a milder expression, "Bad guy."

It was only then that Sang Yang remembered that she had let the child run away for more than a week.

"Do you really think I'm a bad guy?" Bai Zhou asked again, with an undisguised sadness on his face.

She is like a transparent person, with all her thoughts written on her face, and her frankness is unbelievable. Sang Yang has never seen such a person.

"I don't think so." Sang Yang said, she really didn't think so, she even felt that for a soft person like Bai Zhou, it would be nice not to be bullied by others, how could he be a bad person.

Bai Zhou was immediately happy, and she breathed a sigh of relief: "I also think you definitely don't think so, but my friend said it too firmly."

Seeing her bright smile, Sang Yang suddenly felt soft-hearted, and found a class schedule for her: "Come when I am free."

Bai Zhou froze for a moment, then quickly rummaged through her schoolbag, found a piece of his own class schedule, and exchanged it with her, with a solemn and pious expression that reminded Sang Yang of the couple exchanging rings at a wedding.

Sang Yang felt a little uncomfortable about his association.

Bai Zhou didn't notice, she carefully put away Sang Yang's class schedule, and then said happily: "I want to tell my friend that she was wrong, and this class schedule is the proof."

Sang Yang couldn't help smiling.

Later, she met the friend Bai Zhoukou mentioned once, who was her classmate.

That time when she had something to go to Bai Zhou's studio, that classmate happened to be there, and was telling another classmate that she had an appointment with a professor who was rarely seen, and she was going to ask him to guide their paintings.

Bai Zhou was listening on the side and was also very interested, so he suggested that she also wanted to go together.

Sang Yang clearly saw that the two classmates showed embarrassment, but Bai Zhou didn't notice, and she excitedly proposed several proposals, and finally the classmate found an excuse and rejected her.

She didn't realize it either, so she believed it and said sincerely that we would go together next time.

Sang Yang felt that it would be easy for her to suffer, so she analyzed the thoughts of those classmates to her: "They just don't want to take you with them."

I also thought of her talking to my friend that day, and gently reminded her: "Friends are mutual, and you can only be friends if others treat you as friends."

She remembered that Bai Zhou showed a look of astonishment at the time, and then he seemed very disappointed. Sang Yang thought about whether he had spoken too bluntly, and was trying to comfort her.

Bai Zhou sighed with great vicissitudes: "Fortunately, Monet is also my good friend, and I have Monet to accompany me."

Sang Yang felt that if someone said something like this, she might think that person was pretending, but Bai Zhou would not make her feel this way, and she even thought that Bai Zhou was such a person.

She seemed to have been locked up in a place where she could only paint for many years, and then she was released suddenly, allowing her to integrate into society.She has done a good job, allowing herself to adapt well to this society, but many times she will show some subtle incompatibility.

Sometimes she can't read other people's faces. In this era when everyone carefully weighs interpersonal relationships, she treats everyone she knows as a friend and treats them sincerely.

She loves painting and does a lot of practice every day. Almost every piece of clothing is stained with paint, some have been washed out, and some are newly stained.

She can be happy for a long time when she draws a satisfactory painting, and she will come to show it to her happily, and explain her ideas to her in detail without bothering her at all.

Thanks to her, Sang Yang, who has no artistic talent since childhood, has been able to describe in detail the major art schools of painting, the history of European painting, and the life stories of many famous painters.

Even the professors in their school knew Bai Zhou. Once she heard a professor smile and ask Bai Zhou who was sitting on the steps waiting for her: "Little friend, what beautiful painting did you draw for my sister? "

So looking at the child in front of her who was lucky to have Monet as her good friend, Sang Yang couldn't help asking: "Then am I your good friend?"

After asking, she regretted it, because Bai Zhou's thoughts were very shallow, and she had always been very clear about her feelings for her.

Sure enough, after hearing her words, Bai Zhou's face suddenly turned red into a big tomato, his eyes flickered, he hesitated and couldn't speak, he pretended to be casual for a long time, and said: "Ah, you can't be counted. Friends, I think there is still a certain difference between you and friends."

Bai Zhou was still looking at the beam of light, but after the sun deflected, the beam of light was no longer direct from top to bottom, and it was not so clear.

Sang Yang thought of these things that happened many years ago.

Her memory is actually not very good, but she always remembers the things with Bai Zhou very well. She can even remember Bai Zhou's subtle expressions in time for many years of past events.

She is now a little more vigilant than when she was sixteen or seventeen, and she is not so credulous, at least she can see a little bit when others make excuses to perfuse her.

But the habit of referring to everyone she knows as friends has not changed, nor has the habit of sincerely treating everyone she comes into contact with.

Sang Yang sometimes worries that she will be bullied, and sometimes feels that her boat is like this.

Suddenly the door of the small auditorium opened, the door must have been old, and there was a creaking sound.

Everyone in the auditorium looked towards the door. There was a tall man standing at the door. His shadow was reflected on the floor for a long time. He stood at the door and looked around.

Sang Yang was about to get up when she suddenly noticed that Bai Zhou's face changed. She looked at the man by the door and her lips were tightly pursed.