Time makes you fall

◎Reunion◎

Speaking of which, Zhu Yao's habit of writing a diary was developed because of Qu Qingcheng.

I don't know if it can be called a "habit", because I only remembered it for two days.

At the age of 17, 23-year-old Qu Qingcheng stood on the podium and said softly, "What are you afraid of if you don't score well in composition? You can write a diary."

There was a burst of laughter under the podium.

Zhu Yao sat in the third row from the bottom, with earphones plugged into his ears, and looked up at Qu Qingcheng's face.

Reminds her of daffodils.

Zhu Yao didn't like plants, it was her mother Zhu Yinglan who was arty and raised them better in the study.Zhu Yao looked up and down every day, and he was familiar with this kind of white flower.

She knew that Narcissus was the story of the most beautiful boy in Greece, but she didn't think Narcissus was so beautiful, it was just small, white, and faint.

Just like Qu Qingcheng standing on the podium.

A small face, snow-white, with light eyebrows and eyes, hidden behind a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses, white shirt, blue cotton linen skirt, the whole person is clean and unobtrusive.

She didn't care about the insults given to her by a class of second-year high school students, and passed it with a smile.

Zhu Yao didn't know why he went to the stationery store in front of the school after school that day and bought a new notebook.Up to now, she still remembered that there were two kittens drawn in that notebook, one yellow and one white.

Sit at the desk, spread out the notebook, and write the date: September 2016, 9, I don’t know what to write.

In the end, only three words were written: Qu Qingcheng.

On the first day of school, the pen was not easy to use. When I wrote the last stroke of the word "Cheng", the water flowed poorly and condensed into a small ink dot, which was so ugly.

Zhu Yao closed the notebook.

As a result, the next day, Zhu Yao was faced with a math problem he couldn't do, stared at the corner of the desk in a daze, and for some reason turned out the notebook again.

Are you writing a diary?She stared at the two kittens, one yellow and one white, on the cover and thought.

Open it and write the date: September 2016, 9.

I don't know what to write again.

In the end, only three words were written: Qu Qingcheng.

The pen is easy to use today, and there is no more trouble with the flow of water. The three strokes of "Qu Qingcheng" are not simple characters, and I finally finished writing them smoothly.

But Zhu Yao's handwriting was not pretty. She stared at the word "Qu Qingcheng" for a while, but still felt ugly.

He closed the book again.

Now Zhu Yao is 23 years old, and it has been five years since she didn't see Qu Qingcheng.

In fact, when she returned to Beicheng this time, she never thought that she would see Qu Qingcheng, even though the filming location of the crew was set to be opposite to Qu Qingcheng's original residence, she never thought that she would see Qu Qingcheng again.

Because the last time I received a message from Qu Qingcheng, Zhu Yao's freshman, the high school class QQ group that hadn't rang for a long time suddenly rang that day.

Just because Zhu Yao lost a very boring game, he was sulking at the computer in a daze, and when he saw the little icon that was beating, he clicked on it.

Seeing the words "Teacher Qu" suddenly popped up on the screen, she froze for a moment.

It was a girl named Zhang Li who spoke: "Guess who I met today?"

"Teacher Qu."

Zhu Yao thought about it, this girl named Zhang Li has a rich family, so she didn't take the college entrance examination directly, and went abroad to study as soon as she graduated from high school.

Where are you coming from?Oh yes, it's Vancouver, Canada.

In fact, according to Zhu Yao's indifferent personality, how could he remember where a classmate who had nothing to do with each other was going to study abroad.

Zhu Yao can remember it all because of Qu Qingcheng.

Because on the penultimate day of Zhu Yao's sophomore year of high school, Qu Qingcheng smiled and said to the class: "I'm going to resign."

"Go to Vancouver and keep studying."

So before the college entrance examination, when Zhang Li chatted with other girls and mentioned the place "Vancouver, Canada", Zhu Yao, who was not listening to anything with his headphones on, remembered it.

Now she was sitting in a dormitory with a bed above and a desk under, staring at the laptop in front of her.

Someone asked Zhang Li: "How is Teacher Qu?"

"It's still the same as before."

"Will Mr. Qu return to China to be a teacher after graduation?"

"Haha, of course not, it's so carefree outside."

Then the topic changed from Qu Qingcheng.

Zhu Yao closed the QQ group.

Re-entered the game and played two rounds, losing even more depressed.

Zhu Yao also closed the game.

That was the last time Zhu Yao heard from Qu Qingcheng.

So yesterday, the first day she returned to Beicheng, she was stunned for a while facing the house where Qu Qingcheng lived, the upper stack of a small stacked villa.

Manager Sister Mao came over, rolled up a script, and smacked her on the head: "Smoking and smoking, what to do if you are caught by paparazzi!"

Zhu Yao smiled: "That's it."

That being said, the cigarette has not been pinched.

Sister Mao knew her virtues, sighed and stared at her: "You!"

Sister Mao has a resolute personality, but she has a baby face. People in their 30s don't look old at all, with round eyes, round nose and round face. The appearance is very different from the personality, so it is very funny.

Zhu Yao smoked a cigarette and laughed.

Sister Mao sighed again: "You!"

It seems like there is nothing to do with Zhu Yao: "You just took advantage of your face!"

He reached out and pinched Zhu Yao's face.

Zhu Yao dodged for a while: "Really?"

A lot of people praised Zhu Yao for being pretty, and it probably started when she was admitted to S drama.It is said that her face is delicate and delicate, her eyebrows and nose are sharp, but her eyes are like deer, with a little drooping.

It is a mixture of many temperaments, very special and very different.

If you hear too many compliments, you will feel nothing.

Now Zhu Yao was smoking a cigarette, staring at the opposite house where Qu Qingcheng lived, thinking——

Qu Qingcheng was the first person to praise me for my beauty.

Sister Mao went back to the studio first, and before getting in, she turned her head and shouted at Zhu Yao: "Come in quickly when you're done, Min Jiawen will be here soon, don't let people wait for you."

Zhu Yao responded, "Understood."

This is the first movie Zhu Yao received after graduation.

After all, S-movies can't do more old-fashioned B-movies now. Zhu Yao has been taking plays since he was in school, and he has been picking up plays, and he has become familiar with some TV dramas and online dramas.

Most of them are women, two women and three, and there are no exciting scenes. The only time they became popular was because of the cheongsam appearance in the play.

Sister Mao looked for comments from netizens and showed her that she had a cool face and was wearing a charming cheongsam, which was very special.

Sister Mao was indignant: "Why is no one praising your acting skills? I think your role is not bad!"

Zhu Yao didn't feel wronged, she wasn't that confident in her acting skills.

There is always a layer of separation, the feeling of not being so involved in the drama.

Min Jiawen, the partner of this drama, is different. According to the evaluation of netizens, he is a "natural drama".

He debuted at 18, and has acted in movies for [-] years. He is not too old, but he has a lot of experience and awards. In the entertainment industry, especially the film industry, he is a proper senior.

Zhu Yao shouldn't have kept Min Jiawen waiting, so he took the last two puffs of his cigarette and went in.

Before going in, he turned his head and glanced at the house where Qu Qingcheng once lived.

I don't know what kind of people live there now.

******

In the evening, Zhu Yao returned to the hotel room.

Sister Mao asked her, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Zhu Yao: "Can I skip the salad?"

Sister Mao: "No."

Zhu Yao simply stopped eating.

She was happy not to eat Sister Mao, and when she closed the door of Zhuyao's room, she stuck her head in again: "If you are hungry, ask me to give you some cucumbers and cherry tomatoes."

Zhu Yao said "OK".

Sister Mao's round eyes and round face disappeared right in front of Zhu Yao.

Zhu Yao stared blankly at the turned-on TV for a while, always feeling that Sister Mao's eyes gave her a sense of ancient familiarity.

Like what?

Thinking about it, like the diary she bought when she was 17 years old, there are two kittens on the cover, one yellow and one white, with such round eyes.

She got off the bed, squatted on the ground, and opened the suitcase.

Turned out that book.

Open it, five years have passed, and the paper has turned slightly yellow.

In fact, I wrote two pages.

The first page is "Qu Qingcheng" plus a small ink dot.The second page is a clean "Qu Qingcheng".

Zhu Yao took the notebook and sat down at the desk, and then found the pencil that came with notes on the bedside table in the hotel.

Since she only has highlighters for marking scripts herself, she doesn't want to use them.

So with a pencil, write on the third page of the book: October 2021, 10.

The hand holding the pencil is steady.

Then write down the words "Qu Qingcheng".

Looking left and right, I still feel that my handwriting is ugly, and I haven't improved at all for so many years, after all, I haven't practiced it.

He closed the book again and threw it into the suitcase.

Take a shower, apply body lotion, apply a mask, and stretch before going to bed. After a set of complicated procedures, I go to bed.

******

Early the next morning, Sister Mao knocked on the door, bringing soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks, and the fragrance was wafting.

Zhu Yao smiled: "So good?"

Sister Mao: "You officially started filming on the first day, so I encourage you."

He added: "You can only take one bite, I will eat the rest."

Zhu Yao obediently took a bite.

Then he sat on the edge of the bed, took a sip of soy milk and a boiled egg, and watched Sister Mao flipping through the script while gnawing fried dough sticks.

Before leaving the room, Sister Mao looked at Zhu Yao's face again: "Well, skipping dinner is still good, and my face is not swollen at all."

When walking out, somehow his eyes drifted to Zhu Yao's opened suitcase: "Why is there such a retro notebook?"

Zhu Yao: "I don't know, I accidentally brought it in when I was collecting things."

Sister Mao didn't say anything, and took Zhu Yao out,

They arrived early, before Min Jiawen arrived, the make-up artist did makeup and hair for Zhu Yao first, and Zhu Yao stood by the window alone.

The eyes that were looking at the opposite house were unconscious.

Until a handsome figure appeared in sight.

Before Zhu Yao could see his face clearly, his heart moved for some reason.

The visitor came with a white shirt, a khaki windbreaker, khaki trousers one size darker, and Jiajia loafers, holding a red umbrella.

Although he hadn't seen him for five years and couldn't see his face clearly, Zhu Yao was still very sure that it was Qu Qingcheng, who came out of the house where he lived before.

Why is Qu Qingcheng here?

Before Zhu Yao could figure this out, he realized that his legs had led him out of the studio.

The so-called studio is just across from Qu Qingcheng's house. It was originally a residential building, and the lower floor was a small stack. It was rented out by the film crew and used for filming because it hadn't been lived in for a few years.

Zhu Yao stood at the door, hesitating for a moment at the figure approaching with an umbrella.

She was especially afraid that she would open her mouth. Qu Qingcheng looked at her with a little confusion, and asked with a smile, "Excuse me?"

But maybe it was Sister Mao's sentence "the face is not swollen at all" this morning that gave her courage,

Zhu Yao heard himself shout: "Qu Qingcheng."

The scene she was worried about didn't happen.

The figure holding the red umbrella stopped, and the wind blew the hem of the khaki windbreaker.

"Zhu Yao?" The eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses were still as gentle as before: "Why don't you call me Teacher Qu?"

The author says:

Opening a new article... Little angels, I don't want Liang Jingru, please give me some courage... =v=