Baizhou

There are so many confusing things all day.

Sang Yang put his hand on Bai Zhou's shoulder and asked, "What's wrong? Does he have any problems?"

Bai Zhou was about to say something when the man walked towards them.

He should have come to find the students who arranged the auditorium. On the way to them, he waved to those students, and the students also waved to him.

Soon he stood in front of Sang Yang and Bai Zhou, greeted with a smile, and stretched out his hand: "Sang Yang."

Sang Yang shook hands with him: "Mr. Lu, why are you here?"

Lu Qing pointed at those students with his fingertips: "The student union is going to hold an event here, please let me design the venue for them." After finishing speaking, he snorted again, "What is your name, Teacher Lu, who is so poor? Doctor Sang .”

He said, looked at Bai Zhou, raised his eyebrows, and smiled unabated: "Little Bai Zhou, hello."

"Senior." Bai Zhou called out politely.

Lu Qing looked her up and down for a while, nodded and said, "Well, I feel that my temperament has matured a lot."

He and Bai Zhou are actually not familiar with each other, but they just know that there is such a person.

But he is obviously very cheerful and talkative, his smile has never disappeared, his handsome face is radiant, like everything and everyone in this world can make him find fun.

Sang Yang has been paying attention to Bai Zhou's expression, but apart from the change in Bai Zhou's expression when he saw Lu Qing appearing at the door just now, he has been very calm since then.

Lu Qing talked nonsense all over the place, and a girl called him before saying goodbye to them.

"Do you think Senior Lu is very optimistic?" Bai Zhou asked.

They walked out of the small auditorium, and Sang Yang said "hmm": "Isn't he always like this? He is silly every day, and he has a good time with everyone."

Bai Zhou couldn't help but smile, she didn't know Senior Lu very well, and she didn't see much in school, after all, Senior Lu was two or three years older than her, and went abroad for further study after graduating from undergraduate.

But the circle is small, and the slightest disturbance among the people inside can spread the word.

Bai Zhou also heard from the curator of the art exhibition that Lu Qing returned to his alma mater to teach after returning to China.

"It's quite suitable for him. After all, he is such a talkative person. He must be happy to have a pair of students talking with him." The planner said so.

They sat in the small auditorium for a long time, it was getting late, the sun was blocked by clouds, and the autumn wind was chilling.

Passing a trash can, Sang Yang threw the half cup of cold milk tea into the trash can.

"Sister, do you think Lu Qing loves this world?" Bai Zhou asked again.

Sang Yang glanced at her, probably thinking it was strange that she would ask such a question, and answered after thinking for a while: "I think he loves this world quite a lot, but he is still a little worse than you."

Bai Zhou didn't expect to mention her, so he let out an unexpected "ah".

Sang Yang held her hand, and they walked towards the school gate together.

It's not time for get out of class to end yet, and there aren't many pedestrians on campus, but there are many people on the playground, who should be in physical education class.

"Then do you think Lu Qing has a sign of depression?" Bai Zhou asked again.

Sang Yang asked strangely: "Why do you say that?"

Bai Zhou immediately remembered that day, to be exact, it was last night for her.What she saw when she came out of Sang Yang's parents' house.

Lu Qing fell from a high-rise and fell into a pool of blood. His mother cried bitterly, trying to rush over to pick up her son, but was stopped.

Bai Zhou didn't feel much last night, because her heart was very dull, as if she had hibernated, and it was difficult for her to fluctuate whether she was happy or sad.

But today is different, today is like spring, everything is revived, and her heart is alive.

"I'm just asking, from your professional point of view, does he look like the type of people who are prone to depression?" Bai Zhou seemed to want to break the casserole and ask the bottom line, holding on to this question all the time.

Sang Yang raised her hand and rubbed her hair: "Depression has to be linked to psychiatry or psychology. I am a surgeon, so I am not professional. But it is obvious that he has a good career, a stable love life, and a good personality. Cheerful and optimistic, he is the kind of winner in life who has both pursuit and sustenance, and is the type of person who is least prone to depression."

Bai Zhou froze for a moment, the scene he saw last night appeared in his mind, the blood all over the ground showed an almost black look in the night, Lu Qing fell to the ground, she didn't see his face, but his clothes were covered with blood It was soaked, and the minced meat was scattered on the ground, and he was in a mess.

Bai Zhou thought again of the young man who was so neatly dressed that he couldn't find a single wrinkle on his shirt. He thought of his smiling face and his relaxed and warm words.

What kind of despair would make him choose to end his life in that way?

They walk out of the school gate.

Bai Zhou controlled himself and did not look back at the clock on the top floor of the library.

"Shall we go home?" Sang Yang asked standing beside the car.

Bai Zhou said, "Go home."

She opened the door and didn't start the car immediately. She didn't step on the accelerator until she calmed down.

Along the way, she put her mind on the road ahead and drove the car more steadily than ever.

Even when Sang Yang was talking to her, she was also staring intently at the front, responding casually, very superficially.

Gradually, Sang Yang stopped talking, but looked out the window thoughtfully.

Back home, Bai Zhou heard the sound of scratching the door and remembered that he forgot to put the peas out when he went out in the morning.

She hurriedly opened the door of the room, and Wan Dou was sitting by the door, looking up at her with sad eyes.

"Woof!" It yelled at Bai Zhou dissatisfiedly, and ran around her to Sang Yang's side.

Sang Yang rubbed its neck reassuringly: "Dou Dou, go play by yourself."

Pea stayed by her side, rubbing her head against the back of her hand, and after a while, she ran to other places to play wildly.

After sending one away, Sang Yang looked at the other one: "Where's Xiao Zhou? Is Xiao Zhou good? Do you want to play by yourself?"

Bai Zhou walked over to Sang Yang's side.

It gets dark very quickly in late autumn. When I left school, it was still dusk. When I returned home, it was almost dark. The street lights in the yard automatically turned on at the same time every day, illuminating the surroundings with a pale light.

"It's almost winter." Sang Yang said.

Bai Zhou felt the same way, she still remembered that this winter was very cold, with a thick layer of snow, the sky was always hazy, and there was no ray of sunshine in sight, and the severe cold seemed to have no end.

"I'm hungry." Bai Zhou said.

It's also time to prepare dinner.

Sang Yang went to the kitchen.

Bai Zhou took out her phone from her pocket, took a deep breath, and turned on the screen.

The time from when the screen was turned on to seeing the display on the screen was only less than a second, but Bai Zhou felt that it was extremely long. It was so long that she heard her own heartbeat, and there was a long blank in her brain. So long that her hands trembled uncontrollably, and she could hardly hold the phone steadily.

17: 49.

The light from the screen was a bit harsh.

Bai Zhou seemed to have been immobilized, she looked straight at the screen, and then, as if awakened from a start, she suddenly put the phone back in her pocket and let out a long breath.

Less than two and a half hours to go.

"Two and a half hours." Bai Zhou said to herself softly, but her heart gradually tightened following these words, making her feel a little difficult to breathe.

Sang Yang made a simple dinner, but it tasted very delicious. The stewed potato and beef soup was fragrant, and a sip seemed to dispel all worries and melancholy like dispelling the cold.

So Bai Zhou had a moment of peace, but only for a moment, almost the next moment, the boundless fear came back again, and as it got closer and closer to that time, Bai Zhou became more and more nervous.

She didn't let Sang Yang leave her eyes.

"I want to paint light, I want you to watch me paint, can you accompany me?" She closed the studio door and let Sang Yang stay by her side.

Sang Yang could feel her nervousness, she didn't refuse, she stayed where Bai Zhou could see, and took the initiative to hand her hand into Bai Zhou's.

She remembered what Bai Zhou said, it would be fine after eight o'clock in the evening.

Time seems to be flattened and stretched with a rolling pin, passing extremely slowly.

Bai Zhou's paintbrush made a few strokes on the paper, but he didn't know how to do it. It could only be said to be smearing randomly.

Sang Yang took the pen out of her hand, put it aside, then hugged her, gently stroked her back, her neck, her soft hair, then kissed her forehead, kissed her eyes, kissed her nose, kissed her lips.

"I'm here, don't be afraid, I will always be with you." Sang Yang's voice was so soft, like a dandelion floating in the sun, flying gently, gently falling on Bai Zhou's heart, and then taking root firmly germination.

"I'm not afraid." Bai Zhou said to her.

She thought, this time, if it is safe, she and Sang Yang will be together forever, and if something as terrible as the previous time and space happens, then no matter what the price is, she will protect Sang Yang.

They kissed deeply in the studio, and time passed by.

Bai Zhou rested his head on Sang Yang's shoulder, and even his breathing became so obvious.

After an unknown amount of time, Sang Yang glanced at his phone and said softly, "Xiao Zhou, it's [-]:[-]."

It was [-]:[-] and nothing happened.Bai Zhou straightened up all of a sudden, her eyes were dull, but a ball of light gradually enlarged, and then bloomed in her eyes, along with the corners of her lips.

"Great!" She was overjoyed, picked up Sang Yang and turned around twice.

She was happy as if she didn't know how to express it. She jumped on the spot twice, hugged Sang Yang tightly, and kept saying, "That's great, that's great!"

Sang Yang was also infected by her joy, raised his arms to hug her back, and let out a soft breath.

This abnormal day seems to have passed safely and without any danger in Bai Zhou's excited mood.