Baizhou

Even if he doesn't understand why time goes back, Bai Zhou knows that it is absolutely inseparable from this painting.

She snatched the frame, hid it behind her backhand, looked at Sang Yang, and repeated: "Don't touch this painting!"

"What's wrong with this painting?" Sang Yang didn't know why, so he turned his eyes and looked behind her blankly. Bai Zhou subconsciously turned sideways, firmly blocking the frame behind his back, and even showed a little defensiveness in his eyes .

Sang Yang took a step towards her, Bai Zhou tensed all over, took a step back, hit the wall with her back, she glanced back quickly, there was no way back.

The corners of her lips were drawn tight.

Sang Yang didn't go any further and didn't try to explore the painting any more, she just looked at Bai Zhou silently, until there was pleading in Bai Zhou's eyes, she nodded slightly: "Okay."

He took the vacuum cleaner on the side and walked out from Bai Zhou's side.

As soon as she left, Bai Zhou held the painting in front of him, frowning tightly.

She remembered that Pea dropped the picture frame on the ground last night, she went to pick it up, and when she took it back to the storage room, her fingers were pricked by the nails on the picture frame, blood dripped on the picture, and then her memory became a little blurred.

Bai Zhou tried hard to recall, but only vaguely remembered that the universe in the painting seemed to be moving, the light of the stars was dazzling, and the dark blue black hole in the middle was spinning towards her at a fast speed, as if it was about to rush out of the paper. noodle.

There was a dull pain in her brain, and Bai Zhou could feel the blood vessels in her temples pulsating twice. She took a deep breath and tightened her hand holding the picture frame.

Going back in time must be related to this painting.

But Bai Zhou didn't know what the specific conditions were.

Is that blood?

And why exactly back in the day.She remembered that it was close to zero when she came out of the studio, and stayed at the door for a few minutes in the middle, and by the time she was attracted by the sound made by the peas, it was definitely past zero.

So going back in time is going back exactly three years?

These cypress boats cannot be determined, because there is only one experience, and there may be many coincidences in one experience, which is not enough to sum up the law.

And Bai Zhou didn't want to turn back time again.

Her only wish is that Sang Yang can avoid the car accident.

Bai Zhou felt that her mind was a little confused. She turned on the light in the storage room, walked to the innermost big cardboard box, lifted the lid, and was about to put the picture frame in, when she suddenly thought of one thing, her body Suddenly stiff, eyes full of disbelief.

At this time, this painting should not be here, it should be in the exhibition!

The exhibition specially opened up a special topic to form a timeline of her paintings in various periods as her personal introduction.This painting was chosen by her as a representative of the period when she was enlightened in oil painting.

Bai Zhou turned his head abruptly and looked at the door of the storage room. The place where Sang Yang was standing just now was the place where she lost consciousness last night.

According to common sense, after she lost consciousness, the picture frame in her hand would slip out of her hand and fall to the ground.

In other words, the place where Sang Yang picked up the picture frame should be the place where the picture frame fell last night.

Bai Zhou was so nervous that her throat was dry. She subconsciously swallowed her saliva, hurriedly took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and called the curator of the art exhibition.

Almost instantly, the call was connected, and the planner's tone was high, full of joy and anticipation: "Mr. Bai, have you changed your mind? There is still time to come here!"

Bai Zhou ignored his words and asked directly: "Please go to the exhibition hall for me. There is an oil painting with the theme of the universe in the special exhibition area. Go and see if it is still there."

Her request was quite weird, and it was about to start in an hour, so the exhibits had already been hung up, and each exhibit was equipped with an alarm device, if someone stole or tampered with, the alarm would go off immediately throughout the showroom.

"Of course, our side is very safe, and there will be no theft of paintings." The curator muttered with some dissatisfaction, and still walked towards the special exhibition area.

About a minute later, Bai Zhou heard the planner's voice on the receiver: "Yes. If you want to confirm it yourself, I can play a video for you."

Bai Zhou was a little out of his wits and said no.

The painting came back with her.

Bai Zhou hung up the phone, picked up the painting and looked at it again.

That sense of tension gradually disappeared, and Bai Zhou's heart was empty, with a kind of confusion with no place to rest.

Don't worry about these for now, the most important thing is to get through [-]:[-] in the evening safely.

Thinking this way, she lifted the lid of the carton, stuffed the painting in, and then walked out of the storage room. When she passed the studio, she saw Sang Yang inside.

She is helping her organize the brushes and paints that are thrown everywhere.

Bai Zhou's drawing habits are very bad. She will be absorbed in picking up a brush, so she is quite careless when using painting materials. She often throws things everywhere, and sometimes knocks over paint trays. The floor of the studio There are many traces of paint that cannot be washed clean, mottled.

Bai Zhou walked towards Sang Yang, and she only realized it at this time. Her reaction just now was too big, which may have made Sang Yang sad.

She walked behind Sang Yang, and Sang Yang didn't look back. She put the used paintbrush into a white plastic box, and threw the empty paint into the trash can.

Bai Zhou was at a loss. Sang Yang must have heard her footsteps coming in, but she didn't want to talk to her.

Bai Zhou hesitated for a while, summoned up his courage, leaned forward slightly, and put his forehead on the middle of Sang Yang's shoulders.

Sang Yang was wearing pajamas, which were made of pure cotton and felt very comfortable to the touch. After a few seconds, Bai Zhou felt Sang Yang's body temperature through the soft fabric.

"I'm sorry." She apologized.

Sang Yang's movements stopped, she lowered her head, and asked, "Why are you apologizing?"

Her voice was very low, reaching Bai Zhou's ears, making Bai Zhou feel that she really made Sang Yang very sad.

"I just..." Bai Zhou muttered, and put his arms around Sang Yang's waist, trying to calm the anxiety between them with physical contact.

"I was too fierce just now, I didn't mean to be fierce to you." She said guiltily, thinking about it carefully, if the other way around, Sang Yang attacked her without warning and without reason, she might be very sad, Then maybe there will be trouble with Sang Yang.

Sang Yang sighed softly, and pulled away Bai Zhou's hand around her waist. Bai Zhou panicked and stood up straight.

Sang Yang turned to face her, and when Bai Zhou met her gaze, he lowered his head, not daring to look at her, because Sang Yang's eyes were gloomy and sad, and she was the one who made Sang Yang so sad.

"Xiao Zhou..." Sang Yang's voice was still very gentle, revealing a little indescribable sadness, which made Bai Zhou's heart feel as if it had been tightly clenched, sour and guilty.

"You have been abnormal since you woke up today. You suddenly cried bitterly. You have never cried like that before. You don't want to go to the art exhibition. The reason given may not be believed by seven or eight-year-old children. Just now because of a painting..." Sang Yang Yang reluctantly twitched the corners of his lips, as if trying to make the atmosphere easier, "I don't want to control you, of course you can have your own secrets, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I'm just very disturbed and scared."

Bai Zhou opened his mouth, but he could only say, "I'm sorry."

She seemed to only say apologies. Sang Yang was a little disappointed. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, but found that it had little effect. She couldn't help but say it: "Do you not like me that much anymore?" ?”

Even though she knew she shouldn't think about it, and knew that Bai Zhou would not do this, she still couldn't control herself, because Bai Zhou had never been so abnormal.

Bai Zhou looked up in astonishment, Sang Yang did not avoid her gaze, but asked her: "We have been together for almost seven years, are you still curious about me?"

Sang Yang saw that the astonishment on Bai Zhou's face was replaced by anger, and she waited for her with fierce eyes, but her eyes were red with anxiety: "You are not allowed to think that way!"

Without waiting for Sang Yang to speak again, Bai Zhou grabbed Sang Yang's hand and walked out: "I'll take you somewhere."