Baizhou

They chatted about other things at the dinner table without saying a word, until when they left the cafeteria and walked to the road outside, Xu Songyi suddenly said: "Fang Sheng's family members are really fierce, I called to ask Why didn't he come for a follow-up visit? His wife said in a very aggressive tone, don't call, he died in a car accident."

It seems that the sentence "Called his family and said he has passed away" just now has been beautified.

Sang Yang walked slowly, but didn't know what to say, so he smiled.

Xu Songyi glanced at her several times, and his tone hesitated slightly, as if every word he said was carefully considered: "So what's wrong with Fang Sheng? Why did you suddenly ask him?"

Sang Yang raised his eyebrows, not understanding why she asked such a question.

Xu Songyi took a deep breath and smiled: "I'll just ask casually, you definitely wouldn't inquire about this patient just because you saw the patient's family members in the lobby, you are not such a gossip person."

That's true, Sang Yang has never been very curious about people and things that have nothing to do with him.On the contrary, Bai Zhou is very inquisitive. Sometimes when she encounters new things, she is always willing to explore and understand.

There was a light rain in the morning, and the ground was half dry and half wet.Sang Yang saw that the greenery on the roadside was already luxuriant, and she remembered that it was still late autumn when Xiaozhou passed away, and it was spring soon.

"Sang Yang." Xu Songyi called her in the ear.

Sang Yang came back to his senses: "What's wrong?"

When they walked into the building, the elevator was the busiest at this time, so they simply took the stairs.

"I asked you just now, why did you suddenly ask about Fang Sheng?" Xu Songyi smiled slightly.

"It was the big car accident, do you remember? He died at that time." Sang Yang said.

Xu Songyi showed a dazed look, nodded, and when her floor arrived, Sang Yang smiled with her as a farewell.

She walked up the stairs, feeling a little tired, her hand touched the handrail from time to time, and when she walked to the corner, there were not too hurried footsteps behind her, and she gradually left the stairwell.

So far, it seems that there is nothing wrong with the driver. He is a middle-aged man who has a heavy burden in life and is sick, but still actively treats and works hard.

Sang Yang thought to herself that she was suspicious.

I worked overtime at night, and it was past eight o'clock when I got home.

Pea was so hungry that she lay at the door of the house, looking at the door unhappily. As soon as the door opened, it immediately jumped forward, screaming and pounced on Sang Yang.

Sang Yang didn't even change his shoes, so he hurried inside, found dog food, and poured it into a bowl.

Pea devoured her head and ate bitterly, and Sang Yang straightened up, walked back to the door, changed her shoes, went upstairs, and took a hot bath.

The hot and humid water vapor permeated the bathroom, and when he came out of the water, his skin was slightly reddened and steamed with heat.

Sang Yang felt much more comfortable. She didn't go to bed, she still went back downstairs, and waited at the door after eating, scratching the door anxiously, while looking back at her pea tied on the leash, and took it for a walk outside for half an hour .

For a Shiba Inu, half an hour of exercise can only be said to be good, and he didn't warm up well, but Sang Yang didn't have more time, so he coaxed Pea to go back. Although Pea didn't make trouble, she was obviously unhappy, and her head hung low.

Sang Yang walked a few steps, and seeing its aggrieved appearance, he had no choice but to play with her for another half an hour.

Pea was happy now, and her tail wagged quickly.

After returning home, Sang Yang picked up all the things Pea knocked over during the day, cleaned up the dog hair on the ground with a vacuum cleaner, and mopped the ground again.

Keeping a dog is like this. Pets bring companionship and happiness, but at the same time they make the home dirty.

It took Sang Yang more than half an hour to clean up the house.

Pea gnawed on toys and ran around, messing up the place she had just cleaned up several times, and Sang Yang could only clean up again.

After such busy work, it was past eleven o'clock, and she hadn't eaten yet, but she had no appetite.

She pushed open the door of the studio, turned on the light, and saw the painting on the easel in the middle, the painting that she had studied for half a week but had no clue, the only hope that Xiaozhou could come back.

Sang Yang closed the door and walked in.

Loneliness is present all the time, even in the noisy hospital, even in the crowd, it is like an invisible and transparent wall separating her.

She sat down in front of the painting, feeling restless in the silent night.

People's emotions are really ups and downs. Last night, she was still hopeful, thinking that even if it took her whole life, she would find a way to go back.

But now this thought is loosened, because a lifetime is too long, because there are too many uncertainties, because she still doesn't know anything, and she doesn't know where this painting will return her, which morning, or which morning? Three years ago, if it was a fixed three years, then she didn't have much time.

She even wondered if this painting could only be used once, and the boat would be useless after it was used. The hope she was trying to hold on to was actually just a dream in the mirror, and it was all fake.

She begged for her whole life but couldn't get the reunion she had been longing for.

Sang Yang's mind was disturbed, she closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing, trying to calm herself down and stop thinking about these negative possibilities.

She has always been firm, determined to set a goal, and never looked back. She has never hesitated like this before.

She repeated silently to calm down, but as soon as she closed her eyes, what appeared in her mind was Bai Zhou staring at her blankly that morning, crying out of breath, she hugged her tightly, what did the tears say? Couldn't stop crying and laughing.

Sang Yang thought of Bai Zhou smiling at her with tears in his eyes, and couldn't help but want to laugh too, but before the smile unfolded, it became a deeper pain.

If she went back and saw the living boat in front of her, she would definitely be unable to control her emotions like this.

It took several minutes before she calmed down.

She picked up the painting from the easel. In the past two days, she also looked up some information on oil paintings, including how to understand the deep meaning of a painting, but so far it was of no use.

After watching the picture for a long time, the black hole seems to get deeper, and the edges become visually blurred.Sang Yang blinked her eyes. She didn't know whether it was an illusion brought about by vision or a real change. It happened several times, but every time it made her feel tight.

The hand holding the edge of the picture frame slid a little.

There was a sudden sharp pain in the fingertips.

Sang Yang's attention was on the painting, and it took a few seconds for her brain to react. She let go of her hand, held it in front of her eyes, and saw that her fingertip was pricked, but the skin was not broken.

She had been observing the paintings all the time, but she didn't pay much attention to the frame.

Sang Yang turned the picture frame over and searched carefully, only to see a small nail on the inner edge of the picture frame. Elsewhere the paint is a little darker.

The frame was very poorly made, and the paint was peeling off in several places.

Sang Yang guessed that Xiaozhou should have bought it when he was a child. He couldn't buy a very good picture frame, so he could only make do with such crude ones.

She glanced at it, didn't pay attention to it, and turned to the front to continue thinking.

But slowly, Sang Yang hesitated, the nail was very hidden, she had held the painting many times, but she didn't notice it, if she wasn't careful, would it stick into her hand?Just like she did just now.

Sang Yang turned to the back, and her eyes fell on the part where the nail meets the frame. What if this layer of dark red substance is not lacquer?If you look closely, it also looks like blood.

She lowered her head and sniffed, but there was no smell, and then she touched it with her fingertips, the area was very small, only a little bit.

Sang Yang didn't dare to take it for granted, but she vaguely felt that she might have found the key to the problem.

She put the painting aside, even though she was flustered and anxious at this moment, when she put down the painting, she was still extra careful, lest it be damaged.

She went outside, found a ceramic retractable knife from the sundry drawer, looked at the blade, then went back to the studio, took out a piece of clean and smooth white paper and put it under it, she used the thin and sharp blade to cut the nail There was only a little bit of scraped off the upper layer of substance that could not be distinguished as blood or paint, but it should be enough.

She wrapped it up well, then opened the address book, and found a classmate who changed her major and became a forensic doctor.

That classmate happened to work overtime late at night. After Sang Yang made an agreement with her, he immediately went out and went to the other party's work place without stopping.

"Why are you so anxious?" The classmate stood at the door waiting for her.

It must be a very important thing to come here in the early morning. She didn't exchange much greetings, and led Sang Yang straight in. When she was about to reach the laboratory, she stretched out her hand and said, "Give me the things."

"Thank you." Sang Yang handed the paper bag to her.

She didn't know that her face was pale and haggard but excited with a faint hope, her lips were bloodless white, and she looked like a madman.

The classmate stopped at the door and looked at her expression.

The circle is so big, and there are several corpses in the car accident that she autopsied. Of course, after hearing about Bai Zhou, she wanted to comfort her, but she couldn't find the right words. Seeing the straw-like hope, I felt a little uncomfortable, and finally said: "Is the blood test quick, just wait outside for a few minutes."

Sang Yang nodded: "Okay." He said again, "Okay."

As she said, it was indeed very fast, even if Sang Yang waited like a year, it was not too difficult.Soon, the classmate came out and told her directly: "It's blood."

is blood.

Sang Yang's expression froze, and then he smiled slightly.

"Sang Yang." The classmate called her.

Sang Yang looked at her and focused his eyes on her.

The students actually have nothing to say, after all, no matter how much other people care, they are just bystanders and cannot feel the pain.She thought about it, and started with what she knew.

"I dissected the driver of the most serious bus in the accident. There is nothing wrong with it. He was driving tired. His stomach was empty. I thought he might not have closed his eyes the night before... The accident was an accident. The family member behind committed a murder in the hospital, which is even more catastrophic."

Who can say for sure what happened?It was almost an unsolvable deadlock, and it fell to the head. What can I do except curse bad luck?

After she finished speaking, she saw that Sang Yang was out of her mind, so she called her worriedly.

Sang Yang barely listened to what she said, and when she regained her senses, she said, "Please, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first."

She hurried home.

The painting is still on the table.

Sang Yang walked over slowly, her heart beating violently.

That night, when Xiaozhou saw the painting being dragged out by the pea, she would pick it up, and her first reaction must be to return it to its original place.

It was just an ordinary painting, and she naturally didn't know its mystery until she accidentally pricked her hand with a nail on the frame.

I pricked my hand, and then what?The blood probably fell somewhere, on the paint, on the edge of the paint or something.

Then by mistake, she went back in time.

Sang Yang speculates like this.

She thought, pointing her finger at the tip of the nail and pressing down hard.

The pain was sharp, Sang Yang frowned in pain, and blood gushed out from his fingertips.

She hesitated again, this was just her guess, what if she guessed wrong?

But when touching the edge of the truth, people will have a strong intuition.

Sang Yang held the painting in one hand, and dripped the blood from his finger onto the black hole with the other.

Almost instantly, the drop of blood disappeared, as if sucked by a painting.Sang Yang held her breath, and the universe in the painting suddenly woke up. The black hole was like a rapidly rotating vortex, rushing towards her, accompanied by thousands of stars, rushing towards her together.

Sang Yang suddenly lost consciousness.