Baizhou

After thinking about it, Sang Yang could only attribute this incident to a coincidence.

But coincidences are always disturbing.

When he got home, Sang Yang searched the news of the car accident again with his laptop.

This car accident was very tragic, and the public was extremely concerned, so the relevant departments were also very detailed when announcing the investigation results.

Sang Yang found out the notice, which clearly stated the process of the car accident.

The beginning is that the bus driver stepped on the accelerator when passing the intersection, suddenly accelerated, and hit a private car passing by at a normal speed ahead. The bus driver immediately stepped on the accelerator, but there happened to be a truck coming out from the side. The truck driver wanted to earn more money. Money, not only fatigue driving, but also the cargo on the car is overweight.

At that moment, when the truck driver reacted and wanted to step on the accelerator, the truck had already slammed into the bus body.

A series of collisions occurred.

Looking at it this way, the source of the whole accident was the sudden acceleration of the bus driver at the intersection.

Sang Yang found the surveillance video at the intersection, and found that in the video, the bus seemed to go crazy suddenly, and it ran straight towards the private car in front of it.

She has watched this video several times in the past few days. Although she felt that the sudden acceleration of the bus was strange, the results of the police investigation showed that the bus driver and the driver and passengers in the private car had never had any intersection, and even their relatives and friends I have checked everything, and everything is clean, and the possibility of interpersonal conflicts has been ruled out from the root cause.

Including the truck driver. The truck driver delivered goods from out of town. He didn't even come to this city many times, and he didn't even know the other victims of the car accident.

No matter from which angle you look at it, it is just a simple traffic accident, but the consequences are too tragic, so the relevant departments will investigate it very carefully.

Sang Yang had no doubts at first, after all, the police had issued a notice, and the investigation process of the entire car accident was very open and transparent, in stark contrast to many public events that concealed the investigation process, and was praised by many netizens as a model .

But now, Sang Yang was a little uncertain.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, splashing on the glass, and the water droplets on the glass reflected the lights in the room, refracting a bright light.

The studio was almost used as a study by Sang Yang. She looked up, looked over the top of the laptop screen, and saw the painting on the easel. She was still at a loss for this painting.

Now there are more doubts about the driver.

So at that intersection, why did the driver suddenly step on the accelerator?

Sang Yang's heart tightened suddenly, could it be the driver's intention?The police only investigated the interpersonal relationship between the three drivers. What if the driver had a deep discord with a passenger in the car instead of the private car he hit?

As soon as this idea came up, Sang Yang felt a chill, as if a gust of cold air came out of the ground.

But she quickly extinguished this conjecture.

The driver himself had died, and it would have been too great a price to pay for his own life in order to avenge someone in the car.

Sang Yang exhaled lightly, and his tense body relaxed slightly, only to feel that he was becoming more and more paranoid.

But before she could completely relax, an idea popped up in her mind like lightning piercing the dark sky.

What if the driver didn't want to live?

If he didn't want to live in the first place, he naturally wouldn't care what happened to the people in the car, and what would happen if he hit that private car.

The light from the street lamps in the courtyard is particularly fragile on the rainy night that is so dark that you can't see your fingers. The sound insulation of the glass windows is very good. You can't hear the sound of the rain outside, but you can see the urgent and turbulent water curtain on the glass.

The studio door was open, and the light in the living room outside was turned off. It was dark and silent.

Sang Yang felt cold all over her body, and her fingers seemed to be frozen. She twisted her fingers, and her joints were stiff.

This idea is too dark.

There were more than 20 dead and injured in that car accident. The bus exploded in the end, and the people in the car were burned so badly that they couldn't see their faces when they were finally lifted out.

Stuck in the pressure of life, or work anxiety, or struggling with their own confusion, there are many people who are finally swallowed by despair and choose to kill themselves. However, there are only a handful of people who can be so dark and cruel that so many people are buried with them.

Sang Yang felt that he was too suspicious.

She typed a few words on the keyboard and found a report on the driver's family background.

The reporter interviewed the driver's family members, including the aunt who was the driver's wife who yelled at the service desk to withdraw the medicine when she got off work in the afternoon.

"Our family's living conditions are not good. Our husband works very hard. When the child is old, we want to buy a house and marry a wife. We are also getting old. We have to save money for the pension. We can't do it without working hard. The old man is very hard. He drives a bus during the day. Cars, and work part-time jobs at night, and when I go home in the middle of the night, I often can’t straighten my waist.”

The aunt under the reporter's gaze seemed much more reasonable, she shed tears while talking, crying about the difficulty of family life.

But without saying a few words, the aunt wiped away her tears, raised her eyebrows, and looked a bit aggressive: "Look, the family is so poor that if we ask us to pay, we will definitely not be able to pay, let alone Lao Fang If you die, even if you lose your life, it is impossible for our family to lose money, no matter how much trouble there is!"

Sang Yang understood that it should be the family members of the other deceased or the injured, who believed that the bus should be held responsible for the accident and that they should be compensated.

The reporter asked: "The bus driver is very hard. He sits all day long and has to be alert all the time. Master Fang works part-time at night, and he probably won't get much sleep at night. If he drives during the day, isn't it against himself? Passengers are not responsible?"

Auntie's expression froze for a moment, and then she let her aggressiveness cover up this unnaturalness, and said in a high voice: "Our old man has worked hard, but he is definitely very responsible for his work. What proof do you have? Prove that he is not responsible? He has been driving the bus for more than ten years and has never had any problems, so why do you say he is not responsible?"

She stared at the camera and asked, quite domineering.

The reporter's voice softened, but at least he kept his tone steady, without showing timidity: "According to the police investigation, Master Fang was driving tired and in a trance, so he stepped on the accelerator at the intersection."

The aunt was still yelling, but there was no valuable information behind it.

It turned out to be fatigue driving.

Sang Yang turned off the video.

This result dispelled the creepiness she had just shown up.

Ordinary citizens still have a long distance from crime. Just thinking about it makes people feel uncomfortable like goosebumps.

Sang Yang stayed in the studio until midnight, and when she left, she stood in front of the easel for a long time.

In fact, I was very anxious, because of missing, because of the fear that gradually emerged, and fear of what to do if she couldn't find a way to use this painting.

She always felt that Xiaozhou was waiting for her, waiting for her to go back and change their fate.

They are the most predestined people in the world, the most intimate two dust particles in the universe, and they should live together forever.

"Xiaozhou, don't worry, I will find a way. You see, I am working hard. I have more information, and I will be more confident when I come back." Sang Yang looked at the painting and said in his heart, I hope Bai Zhou can hear her heart.

Perhaps because of growing anxiety and anxiety, Sang Yang dreamed of Baizhou again at night.

She often dreams of her, and sometimes dreams of a certain part of their long past that used to be ordinary but is now extremely precious, and sometimes it is a wild fantasy.

In tonight's dream, they seemed to be in an unknown space, surrounded by white, no one else, and no other scenery. Bai Zhou stood in front of her, smiling shyly. Say, sister, you have to take care of yourself, pay attention to rest, eat well, remember to close the door when you get home, don’t forget to feed Peas, and Aunt Sang’s birthday is coming, if you are busy, don’t forget Call up.

She doesn't chatter like a young man in her early twenties, but rather like a nagging little old lady. Sang Yang is like a bystander, watching her other self watching Bai Zhou softly. He raised his hand to straighten her hair, and said softly, "I know, I will take care of myself, and so will you, just obediently wait for me to come to you."

Bai Zhou nodded seriously, not flustered or anxious at all, and believed her wholeheartedly.

Then, Sang Yang woke up, opened his eyes, and it was very bright outside, and the rain stopped, but it should have stopped not long ago, because there were still drops of water on the glass.

There was still more than an hour before waking up, and Sang Yang couldn't fall asleep if he closed his eyes again.

Her thoughts could not help but fly away, thinking of the way Xiao Zhou called her sister.

In fact, she didn't call her sister at the beginning.

In the first half a year, they got to know each other gradually, and spent more and more time together. Not only Bai Zhou came to look for Sang Yang every day, but Sang Yang would also take the initiative to go to the Academy of Fine Arts to look for her when he had time.

After spending more time together, Sang Yang discovered that Bai Zhou never called her, neither by her name nor senior sister. When she had something to say, she would pull her sleeves, or send a message like "" Mood words such as "uh" and "um" are enough to attract her attention.

After Sang Yang found out about this, she still teased her at first: "I'm so many years older than you, why don't you even call me sister?"

Bai Zhou obviously had some kind of thoughts on his mind, he refused to shout, so he faltered, and suddenly brought up a new topic, trying to get away with it.

After more times, Sang Yang stopped teasing her. After all, she didn't care what Xiao Zhou called her, and she could do whatever Xiao Zhou liked.

Until a certain weekend afternoon, Sang Yang had no class but had a thesis to write, so she stayed in Baizhou's studio. They wrote the thesis, and the other painted, in the same space, but they did not interfere with each other.

Sang Yang likes this kind of feeling, closeness, but leaving space for each other.

After Xiao Zhou finished drawing a picture, he ran to her and stayed by her side. She was not noisy, but just flipped through a picture book by herself.

The weather was fine that day, and the sunlight coming in from the window at the back made people lazy, Xiao Zhou soon became sleepy and lay down on the table to sleep.

After Sang Yang finished writing, seeing that it was past noon, she woke her up, planning to go eat something with her.

Bai Zhou was in a deep sleep, she opened her eyes, her eyes were blurred, her face was pillowed in the crook of her arms, her misty eyes blinked twice slowly.

"Wake up, I'll take you to eat." Sang Yang said slowly.

Bai Zhou woke up, she curled her lips into a smile, buried her face in the crook of her arms, and then quietly revealed one eye from between her arms, which was full of smiles.

"Sister." She called out suddenly.

Sang Yang was surprised, then smiled, and stroked her soft hair: "Xiaozhou is so good."

Bai Zhou's smile deepened, she sat up straight, her hair was disheveled, and she raised her hands to smooth it out.

Sang Yang suddenly had a thought, and her eyes couldn't help but look forward to it. She smiled and asked her: "Why are you suddenly willing to call me sister?"

Bai Zhou glanced at her immediately, but hesitated and said nothing.

Sang Yang would never force her to say things she didn't want to say, so he said, "Let's go."

Bai Zhou nodded, and they walked out of the studio together.

The campus on weekends is particularly lazy, and the pace of the students is much more relaxed than usual.

On the way to the restaurant, they saw many couples holding hands on the side of the road. They walked slowly and passed Bai Zhou and the others.

There are two girls who are obviously in a relationship. One of them probably thought of something interesting. He patted the girl next to him and wanted to talk, but he laughed before he could speak. The girl next to him was still waiting at first. He leaned over and asked: "What's the matter, tell me too."

The girl who couldn't stop laughing suddenly kissed the person approaching, and then ran away quickly, with a triumphant smile on her face, looking brightly at the person who was stunned by the sudden kiss. girl.

The girl was slow for three seconds before she came back to her senses, as if she was annoyed, her cheeks were very red, but she clearly had a smile in her eyes, and ran to chase after him.

The two laughed and ran away.

Sang Yang was looking at them, couldn't help but also bent his lips, and his sleeves were gently pulled.

She turned her head and looked around, Bai Zhou's face was also red, she seemed to muster up her courage, and whispered: "Because I remembered, Baoyu is also called Sister Baochai, but it doesn't prevent him from marrying her."

It was after Christmas, on the eve of Valentine's Day, and it was the first time that Bai Zhou clearly expressed his heart to her.

When it was time to wake up, Sang Yang got out of bed to wash up.

She still remembers that Xiaozhou was too nervous to look at her that day, and she also remembers that she was obviously very happy, but she was also infected with nervousness. She didn't know how to speak for a while. After a while, she endured the violent heartbeat and forced herself to say calmly. Say a sentence: "You misunderstood the analogy, the two of them are not in love with each other."

And they are.

But Xiaozhou didn't hear her subtext, thinking she was rejecting her, his expression suddenly turned gray.

Because of this memory, Sang Yang's mood became much calmer throughout the day, and she became more certain that she would definitely find a way to go back to the past.

Meeting Xu Songyi in the cafeteria at noon, Sang Yang pulled her aside and asked, "Do you know whose patient Fang Sheng is?"

Xu Songyi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and asked, "Who is Fang Sheng?"

Sang Yang took out his mobile phone and showed her the photo of the bus driver: "Do you have any impression of him?"

She paid attention to the medicine scattered on the service desk yesterday. It is a medicine for treating the heart. It is quite expensive, and it does not cover the medical insurance. No wonder the aunt wants to withdraw it.

The heart disease happened to be from Xu Songyi's department.

Xu Songyi only took one look, and then there was a dazed expression on her face, she looked up at Sang Yang: "Mine, he is my old patient, I don't remember the name, but I know the face when I see it— -What's wrong?"

It was a coincidence that it was her patient.

They served their meals and sat on the dining table in the corner. Sang Yang thought for a moment before asking, "Then do you remember how this patient's mental state is?"

"Mental state?" Xu Songyi recalled it for a while, and then said slowly, "He hasn't come for a follow-up visit for a long time, and he called his family to say that he has passed away."

The average person may pay attention to a tragic car accident, but it is difficult to remember the names of the people who died in the car accident.

Xu Songyi's tone was tinged with regret, she glanced at Sang Yang's expression, and recalled: "He is in a good mental state, he has undergone heart bypass surgery, and the postoperative recovery is not ideal. Generally, people of this age are under a lot of pressure. , and this kind of incurable disease, he would not be too optimistic, but it is not too bad, he is quite punctual for follow-up visits, and he does not give up on himself, he is the kind of patient who is very cooperative."

For doctors, the most troublesome thing is that patients lose confidence and refuse to insist on taking medication and returning to the doctor in a timely manner.

Sang Yang nodded, and Fang Sheng cooperated with the treatment, which showed that he had a strong will to survive.

Looks like it was just an accident.

"Why did you suddenly ask him?" Xu Songyi asked.

Sang Yang scooped up the rice in the bowl, smiled at Xu Songyi, lowered his eyes, and said casually, "It's nothing, I saw his family members in the hall yesterday."

"His family..." Xu Songyi had obviously dealt with that aunt before, showing an indescribable expression.