Baizhou

"Hello, hello, is it Yangyang? I am Xiaozhou, Xiaozhou from three years later."

Just seeing this sentence, Sang Yang's hands trembled uncontrollably, tears fell down unconsciously, her face was wet and cold, she touched the tears indiscriminately, while watching, she sat down on a chair beside her.

"Three years, neither long nor short, the world has not changed much, but our lives have changed drastically. You are gone, and I am the only one left. I am not doing well, because I miss you, but fortunately our love for the past seven years has given me a lot of courage, it's like using seven years to fully charge my life ahead of time, enough to support my overdraft in the future."

"In three years, what I remember most are the cold nights, the big bed, the flowers beside the cemetery steps are too lonely, the peas are so sticky, and I really miss you. It seems that the whole world has you I forgot, in the first year, someone would mention you occasionally, and slowly, no one mentioned you anymore, I felt very lonely, like living alone and becoming an isolated island that no one cared about, and sometimes I felt There seems to be nothing in the future worth looking forward to."

"I don't know where the end of this kind of life is. But! A major turning point has appeared! Guess what? Pea dug out this painting. It is a key that brings me back to the present three years ago , we passed that dreaded 'point of death' safely."

"I really feel very happy, unprecedented happiness. I believe in science and love art all my life. If I have any beliefs, then the name of that belief must be Sang Yang. But at this moment, I really thank all the gods, thank all A religious symbol that has brought sustenance to human beings, thank you for allowing me to return to you."

"Now you go to the hospital, just like my ambition is to be a painter, your ideal is to become a doctor who can help the world, now you go to practice your ideal, and my brush is in my hand, we all so lucky."

"I just saw this painting on the cabinet again. The painting is about the universe. The universe is really a grand proposition, and it is also the most romantic proposition. I think of someone who said that in the vast space and infinite time, you can It is my honor to share the same planet and the same period of time with you. And we shared more than a period of time. When the sharing was cut off, I traveled through time and space, went back to the past, and met you again. Are we the most beautiful in the world? Fated people? We are supposed to be the most intimate pair of dust in the universe, and we will grow old forever."

"I write these words down, hide this painting, and put it away together with the tragedy of another time and space. Maybe one day, I will take it out and tell it to you like a romantic story, or maybe just Let that period of time and space be buried forever as an invalid branch of our story, it’s fine. Finally, I love you until death. November 2020, 11.”

Sang Yang finished reading the little "record" left by Bai Zhou. Her face was full of tears, and her hand holding the painting turned white from exertion.

Suddenly, as if she realized something, she hurriedly let go of her hand, fearing that she would damage the painting, she hurriedly put it on the table.

Tears fell uncontrollably, Sang Yang clenched his teeth, trying to control his emotions and calm himself down, but failed.She bent down slowly, it was hard for her to imagine that Xiaozhou had spent three years alone in deep-seated miss for her, just imagining her standing alone on the steps of the cemetery looking at the lonely little flowers blooming beside her made her feel Sang Yang burst into tears.

She also thought of Xiao Zhou lying in her arms covered in blood, she was so painful that she couldn't speak, and the eyes looking at her were full of reluctance and sadness.

Sang Yang was so distressed that she tried her best to control her emotions.

Crying is useless, she has to go back, she has to find her, just like Xiao Zhou went back to the past to find her, she also has to find her.

But the truth is clear, but the sorrow and sorrow accumulated in the heart are out of control like a flood.

But after the pain, Sang Yang also cheered up, because the future is no longer a hopeless blank.

After controlling her emotions, she went to wash her face and hands, and came back to pick up the painting again. This time, she was more careful.She read the article left by Bai Zhou again.

She deduced that she died three years ago. According to the "death time" mentioned by Bai Zhou, and thinking about that night, Xiao Zhou relaxed after eight o'clock, and at that time, as far as she knew, the The only thing related to death was the car accident.

Sang Yang brought her laptop and searched the Internet for news related to the car accident. She found that the bus with no survivors happened to pass by the entrance of their hospital.

Sang Yang guessed that she probably got into this car that night.

She had to go back, but judging from the fact that Xiaozhou locked her in sight all day long and a tragedy happened in the end, perhaps avoiding death once was not enough.

She needs to gather more information.

Could it be that car accident is the key?If there is no car accident, no one will die in a car accident, and naturally there will be no family members of the deceased committing murder in the hospital.

Sang Yang wrote down all the news information, and then set his sights on the painting.

Now just looking at the painting, Sang Yang's eyes began to sore, she slowly slowed down her breathing and calmed down.

November 2020, 11.Sang Yang looked at the time when the cypress boat finally landed.It should be the day she travels back. Writing this time is also out of a kind of commemorative idea.

she wondered.

The day when Xiao Zhou became abnormal was also November 11.

Is the time to travel back fixed?Or is it three years?

When she goes back, which day will she go back?Is it going back three years ago, or going back to the fixed November 11th?

These are things that cannot be answered without trying.

But for Sang Yang, the most difficult thing is precisely how to use this painting.

According to Bai Zhou, painting is the key, but how is this key used?

Sang Yang was stumped.No matter how you look at it, it’s just a painting, a piece of paper—how can a piece of paper be used as a time machine?

She got into trouble.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Sang Yang had no clue.

She will put it back into the picture frame, repack the pile of paintings scattered on the ground, and put them back into the cardboard box.When she stood up, her eyes went dark, she was dizzy for a while, and she almost fell down.

After finally steadying herself, Sang Yang remembered that she hadn't slept or eaten for a long time.

She stood up, took the painting upstairs, lay down on the bed, settled the painting beside Bai Zhou, and closed her eyes.

This time, perhaps because of hope, she fell asleep very quickly.

The body continues to sleep after extreme exhaustion, and the brain stops working.Sang Yang slept soundly for an unknown amount of time, and she had a brief dream.

The object of the dream was naturally Bai Zhou.

In the dream, Bai Zhou was much younger, she looked like she was still in college, that day happened to be Christmas, and it was the first Christmas after they met, and they made an appointment to spend the holiday together.

Bai Zhou booked a restaurant early on.

They are all ordinary students, so the restaurant is naturally not too expensive. Compared with the more high-end restaurants they go to now, it can only be regarded as cheap.

But in the dream, she couldn't remember whether the environment was elegant or not, or whether the meals were delicious or not. All she remembered was Bai Zhou's happy smile. She took out an exquisitely wrapped gift and put it in her hand.

Sang Yang was naturally happy and curious about what was inside, so he asked, "Can I take it apart?"

Bai Zhou nodded.

Sang Yang took it apart, it was a mobile phone.

They were not together at that time, and it was too expensive to send a mobile phone.

She was stunned for a moment, thinking about finding an excuse to refuse, and then she heard Bai Zhou say seriously: "I saw that your mobile phone was broken, so I will give you a new one."

She was so sincere that Sang Yang didn't know how to refuse. Bai Zhou picked up the gift box on the table. It was a Christmas gift from Sang Yang. It was a scarf that she woven by herself.When preparing the gift, I also thought about going to the store to buy one, but after thinking about it, I felt that Bai Zhou would definitely like the one she made by herself, so I spent more than a week knitting this scarf.

She really likes it very much. When she got it, her eyes were bright, and she couldn't wait to try it on. Then she folded it carefully, put it back in the box, and thanked her with a smile, saying that she likes it very much.

But compared with the gift she gave, a hand-woven scarf was too shabby.

Sang Yang didn't say anything that day, and spent a happy Christmas with Bai Zhou, but she was thinking about this matter, thinking about how to return Bai Zhou for a more expensive gift.

In the end, before she could act, Bai Zhou came first, and she gave her another bracelet.

"The gift I gave you at Christmas last time was not good. I designed it myself, went to the store to make it myself, made it myself, and gave it to you." Bai Zhou's smile was a little shy, but still her sincere appearance .

Sang Yang suddenly realized that for Bai Zhou, the value of a gift does not depend on the value, but on the degree of care.

She felt that she was not careful enough, so she made up for a more thoughtful one.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Sang Yang asked her, asking again knowingly, but Sang Yang just wanted to hear those four words from her.This little fool has been chasing her for several months, but he hasn't even made a decent confession.

Bai Zhou was obviously a little panicked, but somehow he stabilized his position. After a while, he was afraid that she would be angry, and said seriously: "I want to treat you well, and I will treat you well in the future. I will give the best to you." I will give you everything I have, and I will protect you, and if you need it, I will always be by your side."

She was still very clumsy at that time, and she could only say such straightforward and simple words, but in Sang Yang's ears, it was as lingering as "I love you until death".

The dream ended here, Sang Yang woke up, her heart was sore and swollen, she saw the painting beside her pillow, she took it and hugged it in her arms.