Baizhou

Bai Zhou has painted many paintings, and Sang Yang has seen all the works she is satisfied with, because Bai Zhou would want to hold them in front of her as soon as he finishes painting, and share the joy of creating good works with her.

There are so many paintings at home that I have to pack them in cardboard boxes.

Bai Zhou also has a problem of forgetting things in the studio. If Sang Yang didn't always tidy up for her, the studio would have been thrown all over the floor with nowhere to stay.

Sang Yang has always entered her studio casually, and never hides her works. Sang Yang can see and touch whenever she wants, and she never minds.

It is precisely because of this that Sang Yang was deeply impressed by this painting that she was extremely nervous about not touching.

She took the picture frame out of the cabinet, and looked at the whole painting while standing, but she didn't see anything unusual, only some well-covered innocence.

It is a work of Xiaozhou when she was a child, most of which are not long after learning to draw. Like most children, they will hide their immaturity and like to imitate the appearance of adults. Xiaozhou also has this kind of childishness in painting. She has seen many works that she just learned to paint. , all of which are to conceal the immaturity of her brushwork, learning from the brushwork of famous masters, and pretending to be proficient and comfortable.

In fact, it is like a sandcastle made of fine sand by the sea, with only a skeleton, which can be seen even by people like Sang Yang who have not systematically studied painting appreciation.

But she felt that such a "pretentious" boat was extraordinarily cute.

Holding the painting, her face was full of nostalgia. Before this nostalgia was paved in her heart, she suddenly realized that this person was no longer there, so the warmth that had just been brewed turned into He picked up a sharp ice pick and pierced it against himself.

Sang Yang took a deep breath and tried her best to calm down, not thinking about other things, just looking at this painting.

In the end, nothing was found.

This is a very ordinary painting, the style of which has already glimpsed the embryonic form of some of Bai Zhou's later mature works. The theme is the universe, and the colors are more colorful, without any weirdness.

But if it was really just an ordinary painting, why didn't Xiaozhou allow her to touch it?

Sang Yang pushed the hanging strand of hair behind her ear, and walked a few steps to the middle of the room, to a place with brighter lights.

She observed the painting repeatedly, trying to find some metaphors from the content of the painting.

The universe and black holes are very broad concepts, and many metaphors can be found, but there is no supporting proof for them.

What caught Sang Yang's attention the most was the large black hole in the painting. The color of the black hole is very dark, as if it could absorb all light.

Sang Yang stared at it, and she raised her hand to touch it. It was a slightly hard texture after the paint dried.

She stood in front of this painting all night, until the sky was bright outside, a light layer of moisture covered the glass windows, and the indoor lights were hidden by the natural light coming in from outside.

Sang Yang's body was a little stiff due to standing for a long time, and her calves were sore. She unconsciously went to the sofa and sat down, her eyes were still on the painting, and it was related to Bai Zhou's abnormality that day.

Xiaozhou was very nervous all day long, not letting her out of her sight. At night, she became more and more restless, so anxious that she couldn't even hold the paintbrush steadily. She needed her to hug her and kiss her to comfort her, in order to feel better.

Her body was trembling, she leaned on her shoulders, hugged her tightly, she called her name, and remained silent for a long time.

Until [-]:[-], at that time, it was like a knife cut off Bai Zhou's nervousness and anxiety, and she recovered immediately. Although she was still a little excited, her emotions calmed down and she returned to her usual appearance.

Sang Yang recalled that every change in Bai Zhou's expression was as clear as engraved on her heart.

The really weird thing about that day, she discovered, was that nothing happened.

When nothing happened, Xiaozhou was very anxious and nervous, but when nothing happened, she relaxed again.It was as if the danger was invisible, and after that point of time, the danger passed.

She stared at the black hole, as if she had grasped something in her heart, and seemed to have found the connection between the two, but it seemed that there was always a layer of vague fog, and she couldn't tell.

Sang Yang was engrossed in her thoughts, and even had a bit of obsession and madness that she didn't know about. Suddenly, there was the sound of pattering footsteps in the living room.

Sang Yang turned her head and saw Pea running in. Her eyes were still a little blurred, she was still immersed in her thoughts just now.

Pea walked up to her and yelled at her, only then did Sang Yang realize that it was dawn and the sun was out outside, shining on the lawn and into the window.

Sang Yang didn't sleep all night, and his thinking was a little slow.

Gotta feed the peas.Thinking of this, she stood up with support on the armrests, but felt her world spinning for a while, she suddenly lost strength, fell back to sit, raised her eyes, and saw the painting on the easel.

A burst of intense grief suddenly hit her heart, raging like a hurricane, invading every bit of her bone marrow.

Does she think these still make sense?Xiao Zhou is gone, even if she wants to understand, what's the use.

As if all his strength had been drained, Sang Yang's whole body went limp, and he felt reluctant even to sit.

Pea leaned forward and licked the back of her hand.

Sang Yang raised her hand to touch it, and the soft fur ran across her palm, but she only felt sad.

After a while, Sang Yang finally recovered.

"Let's go eat." She whispered to Pea, her voice hoarse.

Pea walked close to her leg, which was a sign of its fear, so after feeding it, Sang Yang hugged and rubbed it for a long time to comfort it.

Pea lowered her head and ate the dog food in big mouthfuls.

Sang Yang inevitably remembered that they took the puppy home because Xiao Zhou liked it.

Because Xiao Zhou felt that the green color of the pea was very beautiful on a whim during that time, they named the puppy Pea.

Then there was another burst of breathless discomfort.

Many details in life bear traces of Bai Zhou, making Sang Yang stuck in missing Bai Zhou every minute and every second, unable to escape at all.

She stood up, but didn't know what to do.

In the past few months, she often fell into such a situation where she didn't know what to do. She was okay when she was working, and everything was done step by step, as long as she finished it, but once she was free, she would stand where she was, Unknowingly tranced.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Sang Yang came back to his senses for a while, and walked over to watch the surveillance. It was Jiang Yuan standing outside.

Sang Yang opened the door.

Jiang Yuan was wearing a beige windbreaker, carrying a basket of fruit, standing outside the door, saw the door open, she took half a step back, saw Sang Yang, she smiled, and held up the fruit basket in her hand to show her To: "On behalf of everyone, come to see you."

Sang Yang also smiled, turned sideways to let Jiang Yuan in, squatted down at the shoe cabinet, took out a new pair of slippers, and placed them at Jiang Yuan's feet.

Jiang Yuan changed her shoes, she first looked around the inside a little cautiously, then turned her head, looked at Sang Yang, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Sang Yang lowered his eyes, nodded slowly, and then said, "Sit inside."

The house has not been cleaned for a few days, but it is not dirty, Jiang Yuan sat down on the sofa, and Sang Yang went to fetch water.

"Drinks, water, whatever you want, you can choose by yourself, you're welcome." Sang Yang sat down opposite her.

Jiang Yuan took a can of drink casually, and said angrily, "Why am I being polite to you?" She looked at Sang Yang's face carefully again, wanted to say something, but felt uncomfortable opening her mouth, but she still couldn't hold back, "How long has it been since you had a good night's sleep? Look at your complexion? When you go to work like this, patients don't trust you to see a doctor. You look terminally ill yourself."

Sang Yang picked up the water glass, and slowly stroked the smooth ceramic glass wall with her slender fingertips.

"It will be fine in two days." She said slowly, her eyes only stayed on Jiang Yuan for a short moment, and then moved away.

Because she realized that the moment she saw Jiang Yuan, what she thought was that if Xiaozhou knew that Jiang Yuan was at home, she would definitely quarrel with her, and the two of them would definitely quarrel like two children.

Then Xiaozhou probably couldn't make noise with Jiang Yuan, so he would slowly come to her side, hold her hand, and ask her for help.

Jiang Yuan didn't know what Sang Yang was thinking, she just felt that nothing she said was powerless, the pain of losing a lover could not be alleviated by just a few words of comfort from outsiders.

But she couldn't just sit like this. She racked her brains for a while before asking, "How was the trial? When will the verdict be issued?"

"The court is adjourned." Sang Yang said, she stood up and asked, "Do you want some fruit?"

Without waiting for Jiang Yuan's answer, she walked towards the kitchen and said as she walked, "I'll go and peel some fruit for you."

As soon as he entered the kitchen and walked to a place Jiang Yuan couldn't see, Sang Yang leaned against the wall and bent down, his heart was so dull that he seemed to be squeezed hard, and even breathing became difficult.

Her mind was full of Bai Zhou's expression of smiling, being wronged, or triumphant after he quarreled with Jiang Yuan.

Heartache is more intense because of these lived pasts.It took a while for Sang Yang to straighten up reluctantly, and took the fruit cutting plate. She almost cut it several times, and finally filled the fruit plate.

She went out with the plate, but saw that Jiang Yuan was not in the living room.

"Jiang Yuan." She called out, and then heard a voice from the studio: "I'm here."

Sang Yang put the fruit plate on the coffee table in the living room and walked over.

Jiang Yuan stood in front of the easel looking at the painting.

Sang Yang's heart tightened for no reason, she forced a smile and asked, "What's wrong with this painting?"

Jiang Yuan's eyes were still glued to the painting, but her tone was a bit puzzled: "Is this painting drawn by Bai Zhou when he was a child? I have a friend who likes Bai Zhou's paintings very much. I went to her art exhibition and specially painted This painting was photographed and shown to me, saying that from this work of hers when she was a child, it can be seen that she has a very high talent in painting."

As Jiang Yuan said, he read it again carefully, and smiled: "I don't have artistic talent, I can't see it."

She spoke casually, but Sang Yang noticed something strange in it, and she asked quickly: "You said, this painting is in the art exhibition?"

Jiang Yuan let out an "ah" and his voice weakened: "What's wrong?"

Sang Yang shook her head slowly, then, as if she remembered something, she said to Jiang Yuan, "I won't entertain you anymore, we'll see you at the hospital on Monday."

"Ah?" Before Jiang Yuan could react, seeing Sang Yang's serious expression, she immediately realized that something serious had happened, so she didn't stay any longer and walked towards the door.

At the door, Jiang Yuan was still a little worried, and said again: "If you need help, remember to tell me."

Sang Yang said briefly: "Okay."

As soon as Jiang Yuan left, Sang Yang went to the storage room and moved all the paintings out.

All the paintings in the exhibition were taken back, carefully wrapped in white cloth bags, put into cardboard boxes, and dried.

Sang Yang opened the cartons one by one, and took out all the paintings inside from the cloth bag.

She searched one by one, unpacking the cartons until she found the last one, and finally found the one in the penultimate one.

The same picture of the universe.

Sang Yang carefully took out the painting and held it in front of her eyes. She glanced around quickly, stood up, and walked to the studio.

The painting on the easel in the studio was exactly the same as the one in her hand.

Sang Yang's hands trembled slightly, she walked to the easel, put the picture in her hand next to the easel, and compared it with the one on the easel.

They are exactly the same, there is not even the slightest difference, like two pictures inside and outside the mirror.

No matter how clever an imitator is, they cannot imitate two such similar paintings.

A sense of weirdness spread, and Sang Yang's hand holding the picture frame was so hard that her fingertips turned white. She thought about what happened last night, and the guess in her mind became clearer and clearer.

Why was Xiao Zhou so nervous when nothing happened? Why did nothing happen, but at a certain point, Xiao Zhou relaxed.

What does the black hole in the picture mean.

Why are there two identical paintings.

Sang Yang's heartbeat was getting faster and faster. It was obviously something weird and terrifying, but instead of being afraid, she even made the heart that had been dead for four months faintly show signs of recovery.

She compared the two paintings again, and they were still exactly the same. Sang Yang removed the frame in his hand, took out the painting inside, carefully observed both the front and back, and checked the corners of the frame After going through it again, there is no clue.

She put this part aside, took off the picture on the easel, disassembled the picture frame in the same way as before, and took out the picture inside. As soon as she turned it over to the back, Sang Yang felt that her beating heart suddenly stopped up.

She saw the words on it, which were in Bai Zhou's handwriting.