Baizhou

The first time and space.

November 2017, 11 was the day when Bai Zhou held his first solo exhibition.

Bai Zhou wanted to be an excellent painter since she was a child. The holding of a solo exhibition is an important step for her to realize her dream. She is very nervous and anxious every day.

In order to let her relax, Sang Yang made a plan to travel next week, and discussed with her every night how to arrange the trip, where to stay, which alley to find the acclaimed local food, and where the scenery is beautiful Can take a picture.

Although Bai Zhou is a literary and artistic worker with advanced aesthetics, her photography skills are really hard to describe.

However, it may be due to rebellion. The less good at what to do, the more she likes to do it. Bai Zhou has always been very enthusiastic about taking pictures, and the shelves at home are full of cameras and lenses she bought.

"We are standing in the middle of that wall, it must be a good shot from that angle." Bai Zhou said enthusiastically.

Sang Yang listened carefully, and occasionally added a few words, sometimes complimenting her, sometimes saying "No way, I don't think this is a good shot", and then Bai Zhou would anxiously say "It must be beautiful, don't believe me when the time comes Shoot it for you."

"Is it like this? Then I'll wait and see." Sang Yang would always show weakness at the right time, appearing to be persuaded, to satisfy Bai Zhou's little competitive spirit.

Bai Zhou then smiled happily, and would tell Sang Yang about the dessert shop.

They have never been there, they have only seen the pictures, but perhaps it is because they said too much, that store seems to have a different feeling, and it has almost become a must-talk topic for them before going to bed together with taking pictures.

Sang Yang would listen intently, and then make sure that Bai Zhou's anxiety had eased and she was not so tense, and then kissed Bai Zhou's eyes when she came over sleepily, and they said good night to each other and went to sleep.

That morning, Sang Yang asked again: "Are you sure I don't want to accompany you?"

Bai Zhou had been nervous for several months, but when the art exhibition officially opened, she calmed down: "I can do it, and you have to work hard."

Sang Yang thought for a while, and seeing that Bai Zhou had indeed made up his mind, he smiled and said, "Okay."

The sun shines on the small courtyard in autumn, and the half-yellow and half-green lawn is sprinkled with a layer of light golden light.

Sang Yang straightened her neckline, like a wife sending her lover off to war, and kissed the corner of her lips: "I wish my little painter a successful exhibition."

Bai Zhou nodded: "It will definitely succeed!"

After she finished talking about something she remembered, she took Sang Yang's hand with some joy: "I've already booked the restaurant, and I'll pick you up when the afternoon is over, and we'll go celebrate."

"Yes." Sang Yang agreed.

They separated at the door, Bai Zhou went to pick up the car, Sang Yang walked in the other direction, and Xu Songyi waited for her outside the gate of the community.

The weather was amazingly good, and Bai Zhou's mood was as light as the wisps of clouds in the sky.

She walked to the car, looked back, and saw Sang Yang's back gradually walking away.

Sang Yang's back is very beautiful, her figure is very graceful, her back is always straight, and her slender neck is like a swan.Sometimes Bai Zhou thinks that Sang Yang is like bamboo, maybe because he grew up in a traditional literati family, part of Sang Yang's character is very gentle.

But many times, Bai Zhou feels that it is not appropriate to use an object like bamboo to describe Sang Yang. It does not mean that Sang Yang is not tough, but that she is too gentle.

Her body is soft, her eyes are like flowing water, wide and soft, as if they can contain everything about Bai Zhou, she doesn't smile often, but once she sees her, there will always be a doting smile hanging on the lips.

Bai Zhou couldn't help shouting: "Yang Yang!"

Sang Yang's pace slowed down, she turned her head, and Bai Zhou waved vigorously at her with a big smile on his face.

Sang Yang smiled, as if thinking that Bai Zhou was so stupid, she shook her head with a smile, and raised her hand.

That's how they parted.

On this day, Bai Zhou really went smoothly.

The early stage preparations were extremely sufficient, and the process of the art exhibition was all planned without any mistakes.

For Bai Zhou, the most difficult thing is probably dealing with people, but this day she talked with many people she knew and didn't know, and all of them went smoothly.

Until five o'clock in the afternoon, Bai Zhou received a call from Sang Yang that something happened in the hospital and she had to work overtime.

"I'm sorry Xiao Zhou." Sang Yang apologized, "Sister, will you make it up to me next time?"

Of course Bai Zhou was disappointed, but she knew that such emergencies often occurred in Sang Yang's work.

"It's okay, you can concentrate on your work and don't worry about me. It just so happens that there will be a celebration party over there, and I will have a lot of fun with them. Remember to eat, no matter how busy you are, you won't be hungry."

Someone on Sang Yang's side was anxiously calling "Doctor Sang", she hurriedly agreed and hung up the phone.

The location of the celebration party was booked early in the morning, and Bai Zhou went to play with them.They are all young people, so they are naturally crazy. This night was indeed as lively as Bai Zhou said.

At around [-]:[-], Sang Yang was almost busy, and there were only some odd things left. Sang Yang found Xu Songyi, who happened to be helping in their department, and asked her to help her.

Xu Songyi raised her hand and glanced at her watch, and readily agreed: "Is it okay to ask Bai Xiaozhou to sign for me later? I have a friend who really likes her paintings."

"No problem." Sang Yang was in a hurry. Seeing that she agreed, she hurriedly changed her white coat and walked out.

The entrance of the hospital was so blocked that taxis couldn't get in at all.

Sang Yang stood anxiously in the night. She opened the map and checked, and found that it was not far from the place where Baizhou held the celebration party, and the bus only took ten minutes.

It just so happened that the bus stopped on the platform.

Sang Yang didn't think about it any more, hurriedly ran over and got into the car.

The bus has an independent bus lane, the congestion is not so severe, and it will go out quickly and smoothly.

There were not many people in the car, and at a glance, the seats were quite empty.Sang Yang walked to the last seat by the window and sat down.

She took out her mobile phone first and sent a message to Bai Zhou.

"I finished working overtime, come here now, which private room are you in?"

Holding the phone, she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling brisk and grateful to relax, fortunately she could catch up.

Anyway, on such a special day, she still hopes that she can be by Xiaozhou's side.

Bai Zhou replied almost instantly.

"I'll go downstairs and wait for you now!"

In a hurry, Sang Yang could only imagine how happy Bai Zhou was when he typed this line. Maybe after receiving her message, she ran out, typing quickly on the mobile phone while walking.

Sang Yang was infected by Bai Zhou and was eager to see her.

She suddenly felt a pang of regret, but it was a pity that it was too hasty. If there was more time, she should at least bring a bouquet of flowers to Xiao Zhou.

The bus was approaching an intersection with a green light and the driver stepped on the accelerator.

"Master, it's getting dark, you drive slowly..." A passenger was cautious. Seeing that the car was going too fast, she reminded her, but before she could finish her sentence, she turned into a scream.

The bus crashed into a private car in front, but the disaster did not end there, and a truck came quickly from the side.

That night, Bai Zhou did not wait for Sang Yang, but only waited for a call from the traffic police.

Four months later, she received an invitation from her alma mater, inviting her as an outstanding alumnus to give a small lecture on how to go further on the road of art to the freshman students of that year.

She was going to refuse at first, she even found it extremely difficult how to continue her own life, so how could she talk about teaching others.

But in the end she agreed, because it was her former counselor who contacted her. She didn't know that Sang Yang was no longer there, so she greeted with a smile: "Sang Yang can come together if you are free. You haven't come back after graduation, have you? Here There are traces of you being together everywhere, wouldn't it be nice to take this opportunity to revisit the old place?"

Bai Zhou was persuaded, and one day, she went back to her alma mater alone.

However, she still declined the invitation to lecture, knowing that she was not in a good position for the job.

She just went to revisit the old place, to see the places she and Sang Yang had been together.

Four months is the time when people start to forget about the person who passed away.

But Bai Zhou missed her every day, even more and more every day. As soon as she entered the school, she found that she couldn't face all this at all.

She almost wanted to turn around and leave, but in the end she forced herself to go in step by step.

The memory became extraordinarily clear, the past was sweet and vivid, but at this moment it all turned into a knife piercing her heart.

She walked to the graffiti wall and saw the text she left seven years ago.

"If seven years later, we are still together, I will come back here, and I will never be separated from her. March 2011, 3."

In fact, it has been forgotten.

After all, it has been seven years. After all, they have lived well these years. How could they remember the angry words they wrote after a small conflict seven years ago.

If I hadn't seen it by chance this time, this text would probably have stayed seven years ago.

Bai Zhou took out the pen, and when the tip of the pen touched the wall, her hands trembled so much that she could hardly write, but her expression was so calm, so calm that there was a sense of numbness.

She took a deep breath, squeezed her right wrist with her left hand, then pointed the pen at the wall, and wrote down word by word.

"We are still together and will never be apart. March 2018, 3."

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The second time and space.

Sang Yang drew a full stop.

"We are still together and will never be apart. March 2018, 3."

Sang Yang's handwriting was left on the wall, and he wrote the same words with Bai Zhou in another time and space in the same year, the same month, and the same day.

They stare at the same words at the same time and place across time and space.

Sang Yang raised her hand to touch the top line of writing. After so many years, the handwriting has faded a lot. She stroked it lightly. The wall was cold, with uneven particles, and it was a bit rough when rubbing against her fingertips.

She felt a suffocating pain, leaned against the wall, bent down, and adjusted her breathing.

After a while, the pain that seemed to cut her heart with a sharp knife was finally relieved. She stood up straight, and someone called.

She picked it up, waited for the other side to finish speaking, and replied, "I'm here."

Today is the day of the first trial in the knife murder case.

Many people came to the court, and local media came to understand the case.

Medical troubles have been a social hotspot in recent years. This brutal and bloody case has attracted a lot of attention from the society.

When Sang Yang arrived, Sang's father and mother were waiting for her at the door.

They went in together and sat in the front row of the gallery.

The court trial is another sharp injury to the families of the victims.

In the confrontation between the public prosecutor and the defendant and the defendant's lawyer, the situation on the day of the crime will be reproduced in their mouths in detail, how the victim was stabbed, how he appeared, where the knife was stabbed, and died on the spot. Or the rescue failed to tell them all.

As a person involved in the case, Sang Yang was asked to appear in court as a witness to state the situation that day.

The defendant's name is Ding Hui. He is now sober and trying his best to exonerate himself.

But it is an established fact that he killed people. He can only explain repeatedly: "I was unconscious at the time. My wife died in the hospital. Those who were more seriously injured than her were rescued. Why didn't she survive? Why did my wife die?" First, the old hospital did not save her first. I was angry for a while and did something wrong, but the hospital is also responsible. The doctor did not fulfill the responsibility of curing the disease and saving the patient. I was forced. My wife and I have a good relationship. She died and I It's crazy, I can't accept it..."

There were whispers from the gallery.

The judge shouted: "Silence".

The public prosecutor turned to Sang Yang who was standing on the witness stand: "Did you treat the defendant's wife?"

"No."

"Have you had any contact with the defendant's wife?"

"No."

Discussions sounded again in the gallery, this time louder than the previous one.

"She is the doctor who treated my wife!" Ding Hui yelled from the dock. He pressed his hands on the table, leaned forward, his eyes were round and red, and he showed a fierce and desperate look. Immediately hold him down, but he has become manic and out of control, yelling in court.

The judge had to announce an adjournment.

Mother Sang frowned: "What if the lawyer uses mental illness as a defense? Look at him, he looks crazy. I heard that mental illness doesn't need to go to jail."

Sang Yang's lips were pursed into a line.

The court will continue in a few days, and the only thing that needs to be considered is the sentencing issue. Ding Hui's defense for himself is not convincing, it is more like a lie. Stirring is even more frustrating.

Sang Yang sent her parents home, and Sang's mother was worried about her, so she took her hand and said, "stay at home during this time, don't go back, you can live at home, and mom will cook for you, and you can save some trouble." .”

"I'm free too, it doesn't take much time to cook - I'll go back first." Sang Yang still wanted to go back to her and Bai Zhou's home.

Seeing that Sang's mother still wanted to persuade her, she smiled at the right time and patted her mother's shoulder: "I'm fine."

Of course nothing has changed at home.

Pea has also been depressed in the past few months, often running around the house, sometimes staying by the door and watching the door, as if waiting for someone to come back.

Sang Yang watched the time and added dog food to its bowl, but he didn't have much appetite, so he skipped the meal.

She went upstairs and felt very tired, so she took a shower first, then went to bed, trying to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep.She was so conscious that she was forcibly suspended as if she had been given a stimulant. No matter how tired she was, she couldn't get a moment's restful sleep.

Sang Yang gave up, sat up and turned on the TV.

The image appeared on the screen, which seemed to be news. The voice of the female anchor was clear and sharp, which suddenly squeezed away the loneliness and desolation in the room, and the whole room became active appropriately.

Sang Yang looked at the screen, obviously every frame of the picture came into her eyes, but the connection between her brain and optic nerve seemed to be cut off, and she didn't know what was broadcasting on TV.

She involuntarily reached out to touch the place beside her, it was cold, without a trace of warmth, it was empty, and the person who should have been lying beside her was gone.

The screen image changes, bringing about the flickering light and shadow changes in the room.

Sang Yang was lost in thought.

"Almost four months have passed since the car accident, but the tragic scene is still vivid in my memory. For this episode, we invited Captain Liao from the traffic police brigade to tell us the details of the car accident."

The word "car accident" caught Sang Yang's ears. She collected herself and looked at the screen. A middle-aged man in a police uniform was sitting on the sofa in the center of the stage.

"The cause of the car accident was the loss of control of the bus." The middle-aged man had a resolute face in Chinese characters. He didn't greet the audience or greet the host when he opened his mouth, and got straight to the point.

"At [-]:[-] that night, the bus suddenly accelerated when approaching the junction of Dongxin Avenue and Bei'an Road, and hit a private car that couldn't dodge..."

Sang Yang was attracted by that time.

Ten past eight.

She remembered that Xiaozhou was very restless all day long, and she refused to say what was wrong when she was asked, until after eight o'clock in the evening, she suddenly relaxed.

Sang Yang stared at the TV screen, wondering for no reason, this car accident also happened after eight o'clock, is Xiaozhou's abnormality related to the car accident?

This kind of speculation is very unreasonable. On the one hand, Bai Zhou did not mention the car accident, and on the other hand, the car accident happened at night. How could Xiao Zhou have been anxious about it since the morning.

Xiaozhou doesn't know how to predict the future. If she has the ability to predict what will happen in the future, she won't be able to...

Sang Yang's thoughts seemed to be slammed on the brakes, and there was a sharp pain in his heart.

She couldn't listen to what was said on TV. She was never used to Bai Zhou's death, but in reality there were countless voices reminding her that Bai Zhou was indeed gone.

Sang Yang covered her face, her body curled up, and she leaned against Bai Zhou's pillow, her grief seemed to pierce every inch of her skin, break every bone of her, and infiltrate every corner of her body.

Tears oozed from his fingers.

"Xiaozhou..." She choked up.

You come back, let my sister see you again, even if it's just for one look.

Spring has been here for a long time, and the half-yellow and half-green grass in the yard looks like it has been put on green clothes.

The cold wind in the middle of the night last year was left in that night, and now even in the coldest morning, the night wind seemed to carry an exceptionally gentle care, and he couldn't bear to freeze into this world.

Sang Yang couldn't sleep, she couldn't sleep after lying down for a long time.

She got out of bed, washed her face, and walked downstairs to the studio.

When she can't sleep during this time, she often comes here. This is Bai Zhou's favorite place and the place where she stays the longest.

Sang Yang was wearing a white nightdress and standing in front of the easel. Her dull expression only warmed up a little when she saw Bai Zhou's works, and there was a soft light in her dry eyes.

The painting on the easel was finished, and Sang Yang stood by and looked at it for a while. Suddenly, she realized that the painting could not be left like this.

Bai Zhou attaches great importance to his paintings, and will put away the works he is satisfied with, and will not put them outside so casually.

I have framing tools and frames at home, so I have to hang it up.

Sang Yang opened the cabinet, found a new frame, and was about to take it out when he saw the cosmic-themed painting next to it.

It was the painting that Bai Zhou didn't let her touch.

Sang Yang paused, staring at the painting for a while, then let go of the hand holding the new frame, and moved to the painting.

She took the painting out of the cabinet.