Baizhou

If possible, Bai Zhou hopes that Sang Yang will never know how terrible things happened in a certain ordinary time and space.

They will live peacefully in this time and space, healthy and happy as Sang Yang hoped, until they die someday many years later.

Bai Zhou hugged Sang Yang, and his body, which was originally stiff due to tension, gradually relaxed.

"I love you too." Sang Yang responded softly in her ear.

Bai Zhou's mood became very good all of a sudden, she let go of her hand, jumped off the bed, and ran outside before Sang Yang could react: "I'll cook, you can wash first!"

She was so active that it seemed that someone would rob her of the kitchen. Before Sang Yang could speak, she opened the door and ran out.

Sang Yang could only helplessly look at Bai Zhou's disappearing figure, then bent down and straightened the quilt.

There seems to be no difference between the kitchen three years ago and the one three years later. The placement of household appliances, the cabinets for storing dishes and chopsticks, and even the refrigerator magnets on the refrigerator are all the same.

But Bai Zhou still felt different.

She stood at the door and looked around before walking in slowly.

Open the refrigerator, it is full of fresh food, there are many vegetables that Sang Yang likes, a row of yogurt that Bai Zhou drinks every day, eggs are placed in the corner of the inside, and a jar of honey is almost finished.

It seems that after Sang Yang left, the refrigerator has not been so full. After all, she finds it very hard to live, and she doesn't care about taking care of herself.

Bai Zhou exhaled softly, feeling a sour happiness in his heart.

This little difference made her feel more at ease, and she did go back three years.

Bai Zhou no longer thinks about those three years, she decides to pretend that those three years never happened, as long as Sang Yang is not allowed to get on that bus, they can rewrite their fate and continue such a life that is full of warmth in every detail .

She took the ingredients out of the refrigerator, washed them, and started the fire.

Bai Zhou's cooking skills are very good, but it's not a natural skill. She learned it gradually after she and Sang Yang moved into this house together when she graduated from university.

Having not touched kitchen utensils for three years, Bai Zhou was a bit unfamiliar at first, but soon became handy.

The weather is getting colder, and Bai Zhou likes hot food.

She cooked rice with chicken sauce and served it with two dishes of pickled vegetables. When it was brought out, Sang Yang had washed up and was sitting on the sofa on the phone. Beside her, Pea, who was not yet a year old, raised her front paws, Leaning on the edge of the sofa, she stuck out her tongue excitedly, wanting Sang Yang to touch it.

Hearing the noise, Pea and Sang Yang looked over at the same time. Pea glanced at her, then ignored her, and continued to look up its dog's head into Sang Yang's arms. Although she spent more time with Bai Zhou, Pea always They all like Sang Yang a little more.

Sang Yang held the mobile phone to her ear with one hand, and silently pointed to the bedroom with the other hand, signaling her to wash up.

Bai Zhou filled two bowls of rice and put them on the table. When she entered the bedroom, she heard Sang Yang say into the phone: "...Then concentrate on driving."

Who are you on the phone with?Bai Zhou recalled while walking.

When she walked into the bathroom, she realized that it should be Xu Songyi.

It cost a lot of money to buy this house, and I borrowed some from Sang Yang's parents, so although they have two people, they only have one car at home.

Sang Yang is usually the one who drives, after all, Bai Zhou doesn't go out very much.

But during this time, Bai Zhou was busy preparing for his first solo exhibition, running around outside every day, so Sang Yang left the car to her, and took the bus or his colleague's car to the hospital .

But today she took a ride with Xu Songyi.

She asked for leave temporarily, so she had to tell others that there was no need to stop when passing by.

It was only then that Bai Zhou remembered that today was the opening day of her first solo painting exhibition.

She looked at herself in the mirror in a daze.

She wanted to be a painter since she was a child, and she has been working hard for this goal. The first solo exhibition is very important to her. She was so nervous and anxious about this exhibition that she couldn't sleep or eat.

And now, if she didn't remember who Sang Yang would call with, she probably wouldn't remember the art exhibition at all.

Bai Zhou was stunned for a moment, but it was just an accident, and he had no other feelings. After all, the most important thing was Sang Yang, and everything else could be put aside.

She remembered that there were a lot of people at the art exhibition, and there were many colleagues who came to support her. She was so busy that day that she hardly had a moment of leisure, and she was always surrounded by people.If she went to the art exhibition according to the original track today, she would definitely ignore Sang Yang.

Bai Zhou went to the bedroom to get his mobile phone, called the curator of the art exhibition, and said straight to the point: "I won't be going today."

The planner turned pale with shock: "This is impossible. One of the most important items in our publicity is that you will be there in person. Many visitors are your loyal fans. They came just to see you in person. If you don't come, then Isn’t that false advertising?”

Bai Zhou lowered his eyes, stopped looking at himself in the mirror, and said calmly: "We have an emergency plan, so you can follow the plan."

The planner's head was getting bigger, he didn't speak immediately, but was silent for a while, and then asked cautiously: "Mr. Bai, did something happen? Why do I feel that you are a little strange today."

strangeness?Bai Zhou was taken aback.

The planner didn't wait for her to answer and said on his own: "Your tone and words are not your style at all. If you don't come usually, you will probably say it politely, and you should still come." Apologize. It’s not like it is now, it’s entirely in the tone of a decision-making notice. So what happened? There are still a few hours before the curtain is left, and I can help solve it together. It’s really impossible if you don’t come.”

Bai Zhou opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, finally he just said: "I'm sure I won't come." Then he hung up the phone.

I didn't take the planner's strange words to heart. No one can stay the same. It's not strange that she will be different from three years ago.

Bai Zhou brushed his teeth and washed his face. When he went out, Sang Yang was sitting at the dining table waiting for her. Pea was lying under the dining table, with his tail flicking leisurely, making the time very quiet.

Bai Zhou smiled involuntarily, and when Sang Yang saw her, his eyes were filled with soft light.

They have breakfast together.

The rice soaked in chicken sauce is steaming, you have to blow it to eat it, and when you swallow it in your stomach, the warmth spreads from your stomach, making your whole body very comfortable.

Bai Zhou seemed like he hadn't eaten such a delicious food for a long time, and he still seemed to be gobbling it up.

"Slow down, don't worry." Sang Yang said from the side.

Bai Zhou swallowed and said obediently, "Okay."

The speed has slowed down, but she still looks eager, as if she is starving.

Sang Yang had no choice but got up and went to get an empty bowl, and took out a bowl to dissipate heat. When the bowl in Bai Zhou's hand was empty, he could continue to eat this bowl.

However, although Bai Zhou missed the taste of rice soaked in chicken sauce, his stomach capacity did not increase out of thin air. When the bowl in his hand was empty, he was already full.

After she put down the spoon, Sang Yang stood up, tidied up, and said, "Go and change your clothes first, and I'll wash the dishes. We'll set off in half an hour."

The opening ceremony of the painting exhibition is at ten o'clock, so there is still plenty of time.

"We're not going to the art exhibition." Bai Zhou said calmly.

Sang Yang showed a look of surprise, stopped cleaning the dishes, looked at Bai Zhou with a bit of astonishment, and repeated her words: "Aren't you going to the art exhibition?"

"Yeah." Bai Zhou nodded, "I've already talked to the planner, and the arrangement will be very good there."

There was some apprehension in her eyes, she could deal with the planner at will, but she was always a little nervous if she wanted to lie to Sang Yang.

Sang Yang put down the bowl and chopsticks, wiped his fingers wet from the mouth of the bowl, and sat next to Bai Zhou: "What's the matter? You have been preparing for so long, haven't you been looking forward to it? Why can't you say it all of a sudden?" .”

Bai Zhou had found a reason just now, but now he couldn't speak fluently: "I'm afraid I won't perform well. I'm not good at communicating with strangers. There must be strangers in the art exhibition, so I might as well not go."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Sang Yang quietly, wondering if she believed her.

"What happened?" Sang Yang's voice was in his ears, and Bai Zhou saw her frowning slightly.

She didn't believe it.Bai Zhou's heart tightened, and then he relaxed again.

Of course I don’t believe it, even the planners who have only cooperated for a while and have met several times can see her abnormality, how can Sang Yang not hear the guilt in her voice.

Bai Zhou felt inexplicably sad. She didn't want to lie anymore, but she couldn't tell the truth either, so she had to plead half-truthfully: "I don't want to go, I just want to be with you. That nightmare is really scary, you Can you not leave my sight today, so that I can always see you."

This request was too absurd. It was obviously a milestone in her career, but she refused to go because the reason was just a dream.

Sang Yang's expression was serious, but after a while, her eyes softened, and her tone was somewhat guessing and gentle: "The dream is about me, right?"