Baizhou

Looking back on this day, it was peaceful and ordinary.

The sun rises and sets at a fixed time, the vehicles on the road drive in their own lanes, the leaves fall due to the autumn wind, and thick leaves accumulate on the ground.

Everyone lives on their own trajectory without deviation.

It seems that except for Baizhou, the whole world is running in a stable and orderly manner.

And Bai Zhou's anomaly also ended at [-]:[-] in the evening.

The sound insulation effect of the house is very good, you can't hear the wind outside, but you can see the dead leaves being rolled up in the yard under the street lamp.

Bai Zhou and Sang Yang sat together on the dark green sofa.

This studio is completely in Bai Zhou's style.

She specializes in oil painting, likes Impressionism, and her aesthetics tend to be Western-style, with a very distinctive personal style.

So when friends who came to her home visited her studio, they would all lament that the decoration style is unique but not surprising, it perfectly blends with Baizhou, and then decides that it must be designed by Baizhou himself.

But in fact, this studio was created by Sang Yang.

When renovating the house, Bai Zhou was very worried that he would have differences with Sang Yang in the decoration style.

Because Sang Yang's aesthetics tends to be Chinese, her father is a Chinese teacher, and her mother is the editor-in-chief of a publishing house. Compared with art, she has received more literary influences, and she has a completely different preference from Bai Zhou.

Bai Zhou made a huge concession and promised her: "If we have different opinions, I won't quarrel with you, I will listen to you."

"It shouldn't be so tragic, I think we can still reach an agreement." Sang Yang said with a smile.

Bai Zhou is not optimistic, but it's really nothing. After all, it's their home. No matter what it ends up like, as long as she has Sang Yang, she will like it very much.

But Sang Yang was very optimistic. She thought for a while and said, "Otherwise, you can give me the decoration of your studio, and I can definitely give you a work area that satisfies you."

Bai Zhou was skeptical, but she thought it was interesting, so she agreed.

Afterwards, Sang Yang spent all her time outside of work on the decoration of the design studio, and repeatedly communicated with the decoration company many times, checking the progress almost every day, judging whether there was any deviation from her expected appearance, and timely Adjust back.

Bai Zhou's expectations are getting higher and higher, and she can't wait to see the final appearance of the studio.

When that day finally came, when she opened the door and saw the whole room, those expectations were like fireworks blooming colorfully in front of her eyes, extremely gorgeous.

What Sang Yang said was right, the whole studio was exactly what she had imagined.

"How did you do it?" Bai Zhou was pleasantly surprised and curious.

Sang Yang thought for a while: "Maybe it's because every satisfactory work you draw will be shown to me."

After watching it for several years, of course I know Bai Zhou's aesthetic bias.

Now, they are staying in the studio prepared by Sang Yang for Bai Zhou.

After the high tension, Bai Zhou felt a kind of exhaustion that was close to collapse, and she lay down on the side of Sang Yang's leg as a pillow.

Sang Yang was looking out the window, watching the leaves swirling, and seeing a moth circling the street lamp under the cold white street lamp in the cold wind.

Bai Zhou closed her eyes, she found Sang Yang's hand, put it to her mouth and kissed it.

Both body and spirit have been completely relaxed, and her current mood is like floating on a cloud, very brisk.

Sang Yang's fingertips were on her lips, and Bai Zhou's eyes were closed.

The pads of his fingers gently pressed her lower lip, and stroked it slowly. Bai Zhou's lips were lighter in color, a very beautiful pink. Lightly meshed teeth.

Bai Zhou opened her eyes, she opened her lips slightly, and bit Sang Yang's fingertips, the soft and moist tip of her tongue brushed across the fingertips, Bai Zhou's eyes were full of smiles.

"Is it alright now?" Sang Yang asked.

Bai Zhou nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.

Because nothing happened, it seemed that her nervousness all day was inexplicable, and maybe it made her look ridiculous.

But Bai Zhou didn't care at all, because Sang Yang wouldn't laugh at her, besides, as long as Sang Yang was doing well, nothing else mattered.

It was like a dream, the whole day was like a dream.

And what happened in the last time and space, after the dust settles and peace returns, is also like a distant and false dream.

Only this moment is real.

Bai Zhou felt unprecedentedly happy.

Sang Yang didn't ask Bai Zhou what happened, why he was so nervous and worried all of a sudden, and then calmed down again. It was obvious that nothing happened in between.

But Sang Yang is sure that there must be something hidden, because Bai Zhou is not a temperament that can make her emotional ups and downs like this, it must be a very serious or even terrible thing.

But Sang Yang didn't plan to ask now, because Bai Zhou was in a good mood, and her smile was so light, not as heavy as during the day.

Sang Yang didn't want to spoil Bai Zhou's good mood, so she decided to sit down with her and have a good talk tomorrow when she was free.

Bai Zhou turned over and lay flat on the sofa, still resting on Sang Yang's legs, the light was a little dazzling, she covered her eyes with her hands, then spread her fingers apart, and looked at Sang Yang through the gaps between her fingers.

"I think I am the same as Lu Qing. I also have both pursuit and sustenance."

"Yeah." Sang Yang nodded, his tone rising slightly.

She understands what Bai Zhou's pursuit refers to and what her sustenance is.

"Me too." Sang Yang said again.

They are all very lucky people.

Bai Zhou couldn't help thinking about how to live tomorrow and how to live in the future. Every day in the future is brand new and worth looking forward to.

Even though the cold wind was blowing in the night in late autumn, every cell in her body seemed to be illuminated by strong sunlight, full of hope.

"Do you want to continue painting that beam of light?" Sang Yang asked.

"Yes!" Bai Zhou immediately stood up and walked to the easel.

Sang Yang also followed her, stood beside her, and watched her paint.

Bai Zhou is in a good mood now, everything looks golden.

Picking up the paintbrush, she recalled that beam of light and that space, and she felt a strange kind of peace and tranquility, so peaceful that it was almost holy.Bai Zhou had a new idea in her mind. She made a gesture on the drawing paper and was about to put pen to paper.

The phone on the small coffee table vibrated.

The sound of the vibration was very weak, but there was no other movement in the studio, so this weak sound was particularly obvious.

They looked over in unison, and the screen lit up, it should be a message.

It was Sang Yang's cell phone.

Bai Zhou was stunned for a moment: "Want to take a look?"

Like her, Sang Yang said with some hesitation: "It should be... just spam messages."

If there is an urgent matter at work, the hospital will call her.

The two of them looked at each other, unanimously decided to leave it alone and return their attention to the painting.

In the end, within two seconds, Bai Zhou's cell phone rang.

The hand holding the paintbrush paused, and Bai Zhou had a premonition that he would not be able to paint with peace of mind today.

The bell is still ringing persistently.

Sang Yang looked at Bai Zhou's tightly wrinkled eyebrows and smiled, then pushed her: "Go and pick it up."

Baizhou wanted to wait for it to stop by itself, but the caller was obviously very patient and didn't hang up anyway.

She could only walk over reluctantly, and glanced at the screen, which showed the name of the curator of the exhibition.

Bai Zhou had already forgotten about the art exhibition, and when he saw the curator calling, he was not moved at all, but felt that he was very annoying.

"Teacher Bai, are you busy?" The planner's voice was quite brisk, which showed that Bai Zhou's absence today did not have a major impact.

Bai Zhou let out a low voice: "Yes."

She was so unhappy on the surface, causing Sang Yang to purse her lips and chuckle.

The planner didn't notice it at all, and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Bai, I'm near your house, can you come out for a while, I brought you a gift from a fan."

Bai Zhou didn't want to go at all, she just wanted to stay with Sang Yang in this small, comfortable studio, but he always came.

"I will be at the gate of your community in 5 minutes." He added.

"Okay, got it." Bai Zhou said listlessly, and then hung up the phone.

Sang Yang walked to her side, Bai Zhou looked at her for comfort, and complained in his mouth: "He is so annoying, how can there be such an annoying person."

She obviously came here with good intentions to give her something.

Sang Yang followed her and said, "Really, how can you come at this time... Do you want me to accompany you?"

It was quite cold outside, Bai Zhou said: "No, I'll go by myself and I'll be back soon."

It took about 5 minutes to walk from the house to the gate of the community. Although Bai Zhou was very annoying, he was afraid of going too late and making people wait, so he quickly changed his shoes and went out.

It's really cold outside.

Bai Zhou remembered that the weather forecast seemed to have said that the cold air was coming these days.

Maybe it will be winter tomorrow.As she walked, she thought casually.

The street lights lengthened her figure, and she walked quickly, from one street light to another.

She looked back at the dark night sky, there were no stars, no moon, and the clouds were very thick.

Walking to the door, the planner was already waiting there. Seeing her, he pushed open the car door and got out, holding several beautifully wrapped gift boxes in his hands, stuffing them all into Bai Zhou's hands, saying: "Teacher Bai Zhou, You must come tomorrow!"

Bai Zhou agreed with a "hmm": "Okay, okay."

He waved at him again, motioning him to leave quickly.

They had been in contact for several months, how could the planner not know her character, and said goodbye with a smile.

Bai Zhou was about to go back with the gift box in his arms when he saw a few people lined up in front of the roast goose shop on the roadside.This roast goose is delicious, both she and Sang Yang like it.

They didn't eat much for dinner, and they might be hungry later.

Bai Zhou walked over and decided to take a roast goose home and cook noodles for later.

The clerk's movements were swift, and soon it was Bai Zhou's turn.

When walking back, Bai Zhou remembered the phrase that there is both pursuit and sustenance.

Sang Yang is her sustenance, Sang Yang is very powerful, she has a kind of gentle and firm power, which makes Bai Zhou feel safe and at ease, and makes Bai Zhou feel that no matter what happens ahead, it doesn't matter, because Sang Yang will always be by her Be there to support her, no matter what, she will be with her.

But Bai Zhou is very clear that Sang Yang is not omnipotent, and she is also very vulnerable sometimes.

Bai Zhou will always remember that day, when Sang Yang cried bitterly in front of her, repeating the sentence: "I didn't save him, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

That was the first time she experienced a failed operation, and her patient stopped breathing on the operating table.

Every doctor will encounter such powerless things, because doctors can only cure diseases, not bring them back to life.

But Sang Yang would blame herself when faced with such a thing.

Whenever a patient gave up hope of treatment and left the hospital, and some patients still failed to escape death, Sang Yang would be very sad. That was when she needed Bai Zhou the most.

Bai Zhou decided to do better in the future.

She opened the door, changed her shoes, and said, "I'm back."

Sang Yang didn't answer.

Bai Zhou was stunned for a moment, she piled all her things on the cabinet in the entrance, and walked quickly to the studio, the light in the studio was on, but Sang Yang was not there.

"I'm back!" Bai Zhou yelled again, but there was still no one. She ran upstairs, but Sang Yang was not there.

There was no sign of Sang Yang in the whole house.

Sang Yang is gone.