Baizhou

She got it!

Bai Zhou was shocked, her back was like a cat's hair blowing up, and the hairs all over her body were blowing up. She looked at Sang Yang in horror.

There was a sudden silence in the room, as if the air had been evacuated, and there was an uneasy suffocation.

until a few seconds passed.

Bai Zhou's brain, which had stopped because of fright, moved slowly like rust, and she woke up.

She used that "nightmare" to refer to those three years, but Sang Yang didn't know, she didn't know that the nightmare she was talking about had actually happened, and the dream that Sang Yang said was just a dream.

Bai Zhou realized that he had overreacted, and nodded stiffly: "It's about you, so I won't go today, okay?"

A series of her reactions fell into Sang Yang's eyes.

Sang Yang lowered his head slightly and lowered his eyes. Bai Zhou couldn't see her expression and was flustered.

But after a while, Sang Yang raised his head and said calmly, "Xiao Zhou, this reason is not sufficient."

Of course Bai Zhou knew that this reason was insufficient, not only insufficient, it was probably so absurd that just saying it made people feel astonished.

But she couldn't find any valid reason in a short time.

"I don't need to say how important the art exhibition is." Sang Yang's tone became serious, "You have worked so hard for so long, just for the smooth holding of today's art exhibition, just because of a dream..."

When she said the word dream, she paused slightly, and then continued: "It's too casual. I'll accompany you. If you want to see me all the time, then I promise not to leave your sight, okay?"

Bai Zhou shook her head, she knew how busy the art exhibition was, the media would ask for a separate interview, many fans would crowd around her for autographs, and colleagues would talk to her enthusiastically.

In that situation, even if she held Sang Yang's hand the whole time, she might be washed away.

Bai Zhou didn't want to take this risk, even if there was a slight possibility of danger, she didn't dare to try it.

"Today has been arranged, I will go tomorrow, the painting will be opened for three days, and it will be the same tomorrow." Bai Zhou insisted.

It is true that the painting will be unfolded for three days, but the opening ceremony, media interviews, important publicity and other important processes are all concentrated on the first day, and tomorrow will be too late.

Sang Yang knew this truth, and Bai Zhou knew it better, but she made up her mind, she would rather make such a false excuse than go to the art exhibition.

They were deadlocked, and finally, Sang Yang gave in.

"I washed the dishes first."

She got up and continued to clean up the dishes on the table, and took them to the kitchen.

She backed down, but Bai Zhou didn't feel relaxed. She sat at the dining table and felt very heavy.

She thought it would be very simple, avoiding the bus, avoiding the accident site, and everything would be solved, but it turned out that it took so much effort just not to go to the art exhibition.

Sang Yang must be angry.

It's all because she didn't come up with a good reason, Bai Zhou thought to himself.

It's only been an hour since she opened her eyes. It took her a lot of time just to accept the fact that time went back. It was too hasty to think of a reason for absenting from the art exhibition in such a short period of time.

But Bai Zhou also understood that even if she was given plenty of time, she might not come up with a tenable reason.

After all, the art exhibition is so important. Three years ago, if someone told her that she would be absent from the opening ceremony of the art exhibition, she probably wouldn't believe it.

But now, not only did she not want to go, she even repelled it, because without this art exhibition, Sang Yang might not have had a car accident.

There was the sound of rushing water and the sound of colliding with bowls in the kitchen.

Bai Zhou stood up and walked to the door of the kitchen. Sang Yang was standing in front of the sink with his back to this side.

Bai Zhou walked over, and she wanted to hug Sang Yang very much. In the past, she would probably have hugged Sang Yang regardless, but now, it may be that she had a very unpleasant conversation with Sang Yang just now, or maybe it was There was a three-year time difference between them, and Bai Zhou developed a kind of timidity similar to being close to home.

She walked over to Sang Yang's side and looked at Sang Yang's side face.

Sang Yang washed the bowl, rinsed off the foam on the bowl with clean water, put it on a shelf aside, and drained the water.

Bai Zhou stood still, reached for a rag, and helped wipe off all the water splashed on the sink.

She is very skilled in doing housework.

The nature of her work determines that her time is relatively flexible, and she is expected to work in the studio at home for a long time, so she usually does the housework, but it is not absolute, because as long as Sang Yang is around, she will take care of everything .

After wiping off the water droplets, she carefully pinched Sang Yang's sleeve: "Don't be angry."

Sang Yang paused, put the last bowl on the shelf with the other hand, then turned to look at her: "I'm not angry, I'm just worried that you will leave regrets."

Bai Zhou opened her mouth. She thought that Sang Yang was upset because she was too self-willed, refused to go if she couldn't say it, and had no sense of responsibility.

She frowned, feeling guilty for complicating things because she couldn't handle it well.

Sang Yang wanted to touch Bai Zhou's hair to tell her not to frown, but her hands were still wet, so she had to hold back.

"During this period of time, you were so anxious that you couldn't sleep well at night, worried that the exhibition would not be successful, and worried that it would not be good enough, but in the daytime you would be full of confidence to discuss the layout of the exhibition hall with the curator, to select paintings, to Arranging the guest list is very busy and tiring, but you are always happy."

At least before going to bed last night, everything was as usual, but when I woke up this morning, everything changed. Sang Yang trusted Bai Zhou very much, and she would believe everything she said, but Sang Yang also knew Bai Zhou very well, she could tell , Bai Zhou lied.

There is no such thing as a dream.Xiaozhou's character is relatively innocent and pure, but that doesn't mean she can't tell the priorities.There was no way she would give up something so important because of a false nightmare.

Sang Yang paused for a moment, and then said: "You were still very happy until before going to bed last night, which means that more people will come to see your paintings tomorrow."

She emphasized that before going to bed last night, she hoped that Bai Zhou could hear her doubts and worries.

If it was normal, Bai Zhou would definitely be able to hear it.

However, at this time, Sang Yang's words reminded Bai Zhou that she was really nervous and anxious during that time, and she couldn't sleep for a while, lying on the bed tossing and turning.

Sang Yang was very worried about her. In order for her to relax, she proposed a plan for them to travel together after the exhibition.

When Bai Zhou heard about going on a trip, he was really attracted. They haven't traveled together for a long time.

So during the day, she was still busy everywhere, unbelievably tired, but at night, she would be relieved by Sang Yang's voice, and Sang Yang would ask her if we go to this city?It would be said that there is a famous dessert shop in that alley, which is different from ordinary dessert shops, with a soft and smooth taste and rich milky fragrance.

Looking back now, Bai Zhou can no longer remember the anxiety of worrying about the failure of the art exhibition or not doing well enough. All she can remember is that Sang Yang tried every means to let her sleep better at night.

Obviously she is also very busy and working very hard, but she still took the time to check the travel guides of many cities, pick out the parts that Bai Zhou would be interested in, and tell her before going to bed, just to let her relax her tense nerves and sleep well. sleep well.

"I won't regret it." Bai Zhou said affirmatively, her eyes were a little sore, but she still smiled, as if she was usually carefree, "Sister, when we travel, we are going to eat that dessert The shop is the one where you said the milk smell is particularly strong."

Sang Yang was a little disappointed, Xiaozhou didn't hear her doubts and worries, and talked about other things on his own.

Bai Zhou was very impatient.

They have already set the time for the trip. Sang Yang has asked for leave and bought a plane ticket. It will be next Monday.

They didn't go last time. She went there alone after a long time because she missed Sang Yang too much.

That tourist city was as good as Sang Yang described. There was a long queue at the dessert shop. She stood in the sun and waited for more than half an hour before she could buy a frozen mango pancake.

She tasted it, and it was really rich in milk flavor, dense and smooth, not greasy.

But Bai Zhou lost control of her emotions after only one bite. She sat on the street of that strange city, crying uncontrollably under the strange eyes of strangers.

"You must go to that store." Bai Zhou tugged on Sang Yang's sleeve.

Seeing her stubborn and persistent appearance, Sang Yang could only let go of her worries for the time being, and promised her: "Okay, I'll buy you a copy of everything."

Pea was chasing the ball by herself, and when she saw them coming out of the kitchen, she ran over excitedly, running back and forth around Sang Yang.

Sang Yang bent down and rubbed the soft fur on its neck. The pea got a response, let Sang Yang touch it for a while, then ran away, and came back with a small ball in its mouth after a while, and put it on Sang Yang's feet. I want her to play with it.

Bai Zhou thinks this dog is too annoying, and always competes with her for Sang Yang's attention.

She kicked the ball away unceremoniously, Pea was stunned, and yelled at Bai Zhou: "Wow!"

Then he ran over to pick up the ball, put it in its original position, looked up at Sang Yang, and wagged his tail frantically.

Seeing that Bai Zhou wanted to play tricks again, Sang Yang grabbed her wrist to stop her: "Don't bully Doudou all the time."

Bai Zhou was very wronged: "Obviously it always bullies me."

Although she brought the puppy home at first because she liked it, but they have always been in a situation where they hate each other. During the day when Sang Yang is not at home, Pea will reluctantly lie next to Bai Zhou, wagging her tail slowly, peacefully Watching her draw quietly, occasionally holding a ball in her mouth and letting Bai Zhou play with it.

When Sang Yang came home from work, Pea would never come to Bai Zhou, and always followed Sang Yang.

They seemed to have disliked each other all the time, until Sang Yang left, they had to live in harmony and comfort each other, and it was a bit desolate to depend on each other.

Now, time has turned back, and Bai Zhou doesn't have to be dependent on it anymore.

She didn't let Sang Yang play with it, and said a little waywardly: "No, you have to play with me."

"Why are you so stingy." Sang Yang looked at her soft curly hair, but couldn't help but raised his hand to touch it.

Bai Zhou was a bit disgusted. Sang Yang touched the dog just now, but because it was Sang Yang, she couldn't bear to avoid it, so she could only mutter indignantly: "I'm not stingy, you are mine in the first place."

She returned to her usual carefree appearance, Sang Yang felt relieved, and followed her: "Okay, you are not stingy."

If you don't go to the art exhibition, you have no other arrangements today.

Sang Yang and Bai Zhou sat for a while, and seeing that the house was a little messy, they said, "Let's clean the house."

Of course Bai Zhou had no objection. She and Sang Yang worked together in a division of labor, and felt that Pea was too much of a hindrance to run around. As soon as they cleaned up a place, Pea messed it up again.

She simply locked the pea into an empty room, and sent a bunch of its toys in.

Pea lay on the door and whined, and Bai Zhou stood by the door, and didn't go away at ease until he heard Pea chasing the toy by herself.

"Xiao Zhou, wipe the picture frame on the wall." Sang Yang took out two rags.

There are many decorative paintings on the wall, some were painted by Bai Zhou, some were bought by her when she went to the exhibition or travel, and some were photos taken by Sang Yang.

Their aesthetics are very good, and these paintings of different styles will not look obtrusive when hung together.

Bai Zhou took a bottle of clear water spray, sprayed some water on the frame first, wiped it for a while, and then looked at the time.

It was past nine o'clock, and it was less than eleven hours before eight ten in the evening.

Before the dust settled, Bai Zhou was unavoidably worried. She sighed in her heart, and she only hoped that time would pass quickly, and it would be best to jump over that time point high and steadily like a horse jumping a hurdle.

She wiped the painting, thinking absentmindedly.

Suddenly, she realized one thing.

What about a car accident?

She can stop Sang Yang from getting on that bus, but what about the other people on the bus?

They may still die miserably in a high-temperature explosion under the violent impact of several vehicles according to their original fate.

Bai Zhou froze, she suddenly felt a little dizzy, she remembered the day when she rushed to the hospital morgue.

She was in a daze at the time, and she didn't believe that Sang Yang would encounter such a cruel thing, and she couldn't notice the surrounding situation, but now, that scene appeared clearly, the crying of the family members, the burnt smell in the air, and the burning A corpse covered in a white cloth beyond recognition.

Bai Zhou felt nauseated.

"Xiao Zhou." Sang Yang's voice came from downstairs.

Bai Zhou quickly collected himself, and walked down while answering.

Sang Yang stood at the door of the storage room, the vacuum cleaner was leaning aside, and she was holding a picture frame in her hand.

"Why did you throw this painting on the ground?" Sang Yang was looking at the painting in his hand, when he heard Bai Zhou approaching, he raised his head and asked her.

When Bai Zhou saw the painting, her nerves suddenly tensed up. She walked over quickly and grabbed the painting: "Don't touch this painting!"