Baizhou

Bai Zhou was really angry.

She drove the car with her eyes straight ahead. She didn't even glance at Sang Yang beside her the whole time. She didn't even turn her head when the traffic lights stopped, and she didn't tell Sang Yang where they were going or what they were going to do.

The air in the carriage seemed to be thinner because of her anger.

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Bai Zhou pulled down the handbrake and said in a low voice, "We're here."

She still didn't look at Sang Yang, but deliberately looked out of the window on the other side, trying to let Sang Yang know that she was angry.

"Hmm." Sang Yang's voice was low, a little nasal, and obviously docile.

Bai Zhou realized that this was Sang Yang's show of favor, she stiffened for a moment, and wanted to stop being angry, but she felt that this was a very serious matter, and Sang Yang felt that she didn't like her that much anymore.

She couldn't stop being angry because of her little gestures.

"Click." Came the sound of the seat belt being undone.

Bai Zhou didn't dawdle anymore, he also unlocked his safety car, opened the door and got off the car.

Just at noon, the warmth of autumn is shining down, and the autumn wind is also lazily illuminated by the sun, blowing on people's faces, unable to display the due bleakness, but somewhat disrupting the warmth of the season.

This is the best weather in autumn.

There are many people bustling at the gate of the school. They are all college students who have just finished school. Some are in groups, and some are mavericks. They all rush out and rush to their respective directions, full of youthful vigor and vigor.

Sang Yang walked to her side, held her hand, and asked, "Is it inside?"

After all, Bai Zhou couldn't hold it back, and turned to look at her. She found that Sang Yang was not as sad as when she was at home. With a smile on her face, she looked at the magnificent and modern art academy with some nostalgia. The door of breath.

Sensing her gaze, Sang Yang turned to look at her and smiled: "Let's go in."

Why is she not sad anymore?At home, wasn't he still very sad, asked her if she didn't like her that much anymore, and asked her if she was still curious about her.

Bai Zhou was really about to explode, she thought how could Sang Yang say such a thing, Sang Yang doubted anything, he shouldn't doubt her sincerity to her.

When she got angry, her mind couldn't think at all, and she brought people here directly. As a result, after more than half an hour, Sang Yang didn't feel sad at all, as if asking if you don't like me that much anymore People are not like her.

They mixed with those college students and walked into the school gate.

"Where are you going? Your studio?" Sang Yang asked.

The studio is a place where they used to stay very often, and it has many special memories.

Bai Zhou said coldly, "No."

She led Sang Yang in, bypassing the crowd, and walked straight in.

When he walked downstairs to the library, Bai Zhou suddenly understood why Sang Yang wasn't sad anymore.

Because she was angry, Sang Yang understood from her anxiety and anger how much she cared about her.

"Why don't you leave?" Sang Yang asked, she looked up at the tall building, "Are we going to the library?"

Bai Zhou shook her head, the little anger that was left at first dissipated completely, and then she became awkward: "Don't go."

When she was angry, she just wanted to find evidence to let Sang Yang understand how much she liked her, but now she didn't need to look for it, because she was in front of Sang Yang, because her words were ignited, and her uncontrollable emotions were the evidence.Sang Yang already knew how much she liked her.

"What's wrong? Why didn't you go all of a sudden." Sang Yang asked.

Bai Zhou glanced at her, and said awkwardly: "Because you will definitely feel very childish."

After she finished speaking, she saw Sang Yang smiled briefly, as if to say, "Won't you be naive one day".

Bai Zhou's face turned red, and he glared at Sang Yang angrily, "Don't laugh!"

Sang Yang restrained her smile obediently, and gently scratched Bai Zhou's palm with her fingertips: "Go, we are already here, I promise I won't laugh at you."

Bai Zhou hesitated for a moment before saying, "Okay."

In fact, she doesn't mind Sang Yang's jokes, because Sang Yang won't really laugh at her. She sometimes says "Xiao Zhou, how stupid are you?" He refuted her and asked her not to say that, while he couldn't help but sink into her eyes.

Sang Yang never really laughed at her.

It's just that Bai Zhou will still be shy and embarrassed, especially showing her some subtle thoughts in her youth.

They walked around for a long time and finally arrived.

It is a graffiti wall, with many graffiti of students from the Academy of Fine Arts on it. The paintings are very miscellaneous. The most eye-catching one is probably the Van Gogh who is missing an ear drawn by some student in the middle.

Sang Yang doesn't know much about painting, but under the influence of Bai Zhou, she can appreciate some basic styles. She looked around and didn't find any part painted by Bai Zhou.

Bai Zhou's face was already turning red, and she said, "It's not a painting."

She took Sang Yang's hand and went to the very edge, leaving a blank space that was rarely seen, just like all the students who came to do graffiti and paint deliberately bypassed this piece.

Sang Yang's curiosity had been aroused by Bai Zhou, and she followed her closer, only to find that there were words written on it.

It's the kind of very rough words that are written with black pen and full of emotions on the wall as if to vent.

"If we are still together seven years later, I will come back here, and I will never be separated from her. March 2011, 3." Sang Yang read the above text gently.

It is Bai Zhou herself, beautiful and slender, but when she wrote it, she was probably very angry, and her handwriting was full of annoyance with nowhere to vent, especially the sentence I will never be separated from her, the handwriting was very heavy, like The person who wrote it was vicious and wanted to engrave this line of words into his heart.

Sang Yang couldn't help laughing, Bai Zhou was ashamed, and she didn't know why she brought Sang Yang to see this, but she just heard Sang Yang say "We have been together for almost seven years", and immediately thought of this facing the wall.

Maybe everyone has left similar words when they were students, some on desks, some in textbooks, and some in some remote corner of the school, but I am afraid that very few people, six or seven years later, with The one in the text returned to her original place.

"Xiao Zhou..." Sang Yang called her softly, and held her hand even tighter.

Underneath that line of writing were many other students' writings.Sang Yang read it out one by one.

"It's September 2014, 9, senior sister, are you still together?"

"It's March 2015, 3, sister, come on!"

“2015年12月3日，七年后是2016年还是2017年？我会回来见证这个特别的日子的！”

There are a lot of messages in between.

The last line was left seven days ago.

"Now is November 2017, 11, the two seniors must be happy!"

Perhaps it was the witnesses and blessings of so many people that made the graffiti students leave this blank.

Bai Zhou wanted to come here, embarrassing and embarrassing, why not draw a successful conclusion to this text, she looked for a pen in her bag, but was stopped by Sang Yang: "On March 3, there are four more month, we will come back together in four months."

Four months later is the real seven years.

Bai Zhou stopped moving, she looked into Sang Yang's eyes and nodded, "Okay."

They come back in four months.

Sang Yang liked these messages very much. She took out her mobile phone and took pictures of these years of testimonies and blessings.

Bai Zhou waited for her to finish filming before saying, "I'm so hungry. Let's go eat."

Sang Yang put away the phone and said, "Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat the pork rib rice from the second canteen, I want to drink the milk tea from the third canteen, and I want to go to the fourth canteen to buy Malatang."

"Where is the canteen? The canteen is near here."

"Ah, no, the food in the cafeteria is terrible, and my aunt is still stingy." Bai Zhou said dissatisfiedly, she looked back at the wall, thinking, in four months, we will definitely come back together.

"Xiaozhou, come here quickly." Sang Yang had walked five or six meters before realizing that she was still standing where she was, and beckoned to her.

Bai Zhou hurried over and took Sang Yang's hand.

There is a huge clock on the top of the library not far away, which is the highest place in the school. Every student walks on any road on the campus, and he can see the time just by looking up, which means that every student of the Academy of Fine Arts is invited to In the youthful years of their lives, students firmly grasp every precious second of time.

A flock of white pigeons flew across the blue sky, and Bai Zhou saw that the hour and minute hands of the huge clock overlapped, pointing to 12.

It was eight hours before the crash.