Time makes you fall

◎Asshole◎

September 9th is still summer in a sense.

Even at 6 o'clock in the evening, the sun was still red in the sky, without the dazzling light at noon, even the heat became stuffy.

The cicada, which had been screaming for a whole day, was a little languid at this moment, lying on the camphor tree and dragging its tune lazily.

Zhu Yao lay on the railing of the corridor, feeling that the wooden chair on the railing under her was too hard.

I don't know why I came here out of nowhere.

Here is a special existence in the school.It's called "Qingzhao Tower", and it has nothing to do with Li Qingzhao or something, but it just depends on the location design, and it should be related to "Moonlight Qingzhao".

No. [-] Middle School is not the best high school in Beicheng, but it is barely in the first echelon, after all, it has a long history.For example, the building where Zhu Yao is lying on his stomach now is unknown whether it was built in the late Qing Dynasty or the early Republic of China.

The whole wooden structure is painted with a layer of red paint, just like the dark red of the sunset in the sky now, maybe a little darker, and the wooden railings are peeling and rotten.

There is also the floor, which creaks as soon as you step on it, which makes people think of an old man who even breathes super loudly, with a sense of panic that his vitality is gradually disappearing.

So, no one comes here.

Zhu Yao thought, maybe the reason she came here was because no one came here.

The legs dangled on the edge of the bench, and the bean paste bread beside the legs was the same type that I ate on Teacher's Day.

Not intentional, just a coincidence.

There were so many people in the cafeteria that Zhu Yao took a piece of bread and paid for it and ran away.

What are you avoiding?

I can't tell myself.

The bean paste is still choking, but today I even forgot to buy a bottle of water, so I can't eat it anymore, so I put it aside.

Next to the bread, there is also the homework book I brought. If I do a little homework or copy a little homework here, I will have more time to read comics when I go home at night.

But I don't even bother to take a pen.

Just lying on the railing in a daze.

The blue math workbook looks dazzling in a red sunset and red paint.The lively sounds from the playground sounded like another world in the distance.

Qu Qingcheng's words echoed in Zhu Yao's ear: "The cover of the notebook you handed in your math homework today, isn't it blue?"

But there is one more sentence——

"As teachers, we treat every student equally."

A look at... colleagues?

Zhu Yao thought for a while, stretched out his hand lazily, and picked up the math homework book with the blue cover, turned it to the end, tore off a blank page, and picked up the pen again.

When holding the pen, I realized that my hands were shaking. When writing, I used a force that penetrated the back of the paper.

Shaking what?

In the heavy strokes and strokes, what is hidden is the anger of shame, or the unwillingness to be wronged.

Even the girl herself couldn't express her ambiguous emotions, and turned into twelve words poured out from the tip of a pen——

"I hate Qu Qingcheng the most."

"Qu Qingcheng is a big bastard."

why.

Why is it that the most beautiful, fresh and timeless Qu Qingcheng has seen her most embarrassing and embarrassing moments.

After Zhu Yao finished writing it, he still felt that it was not enough, so he traced it again with a pen.

Then, in the warm red sunset, amidst the sweet aroma of bread and red bean paste, he stared at his own words in a daze.

so ugly.

Zhu Yao's hands moved unconsciously, and by the time she realized what she was doing, a paper airplane had already been folded.

That's right, I won't be able to see the ugly words like this.

Zhu Yao picked up the paper airplane and pointed it at a small deep pool next to the old wooden building——

Because no one came to this place, the school management is also very sloppy, the surface of the pool is full of fallen leaves, and there is a translucent and semi-dark film, I don't know if it is formed by the accumulation of dust for a long time.

Zhu Yao shot the paper airplane over.

As long as the paper airplane falls into the pool and sinks to the bottom of the pool.

"I hate Qu Qingcheng the most", "Qu Qingcheng is a big bastard", these thoughts that are not humane, have disappeared without a trace, and will not be spied on by anyone other than myself.

but.

A gust of wind came from nowhere.

The flight path of the paper airplane suddenly changed and then stopped suddenly.

When he bumped into someone's forehead, Zhu Yao seemed to feel that he heard the dark sound of "boom", which was deafening.

Standing up all of a sudden, the blood all over his body was completely cold.

The man the paper plane hit...

It was Qu Qingcheng.

What is Qu Qingcheng doing here? !

When Zhu Yao saw Qu Qingcheng, he was stunned by the sudden paper airplane, and only after the paper airplane fell to the ground did he realize what had hit him.

She is wearing a light blue shirt and a white skirt today, like a sky in late summer and early autumn, so pure and beautiful.

She knelt down and picked up the paper airplane.

Zhu Yao didn't know what kind of voice he used to shout: "Don't look."

Qu Qingcheng raised his head and smiled, "Zhu Yao, it's you."

"Don't look."

"Did you write some little secret?"

Adults are also rebellious.

When Qu Qingcheng took apart the paper airplane with his white fingers, it was too late for Zhu Yao to run down from the second floor.

then.

That ugly word, and the uglier content than the word, caught Qu Qingcheng's eyes as clear as autumn water——

"I hate Qu Qingcheng the most."

"Qu Qingcheng is a big bastard."

Qu Qingcheng raised his head, and with an inexplicable look, he glanced at Zhu Yao who was standing by the railing on the second floor.

Are you angry?Confused?

Zhu Yao found out with the instinctive intuition of a 17-year-old girl who has not been tempered by life, it seems that she is not.

It seemed like a sigh of relief.

Qu Qingcheng looked at Zhu Yao who was standing stiffly by the railing and said, "Just wait."

Zhu Yao can only wait.

She can't even run away now.

Tap, tap, tap, it was the sound of Qu Qingcheng's pair of retro leather shoes hitting the steps of the stairs.

Getting closer.

Until the footsteps, with Qu Qingcheng's small and delicate face, appeared beside Zhu Yao.

With his hands behind his back, he seemed to be looking at the scenery outside the building, but he didn't speak.

Zhu Yao had no choice but to take on the task of breaking the silence: "Teacher Qu, why are you..."

"The school wants to divide this area into a cleaning area for the second class. I'll take a look on Lao Fang's behalf."

"...So that's how it is."

"I lied to you."

"what?"

"Nothing about the cleaning area, it's me, I often come here during dinner time."

"why?"

"what why?"

Why are you so beautiful and gentle, why are you so popular with all the teachers and students, but you have to hide in a lonely corner like the unlovable me.

But this complete sentence, Zhu Yao couldn't ask.

That seems too pitiful.

Pity, embarrassment, cowardice, those are the sides that Qu Qingcheng least wants to see.

But why was Qu Qingcheng seeing him in the most unexpected manner?

Vulgar mother.Ridiculous red packets.And then again and again, revealing your malevolent self.

asshole.

Qu Qingcheng is a big bastard.

I hate Qu Qingcheng the most!

The paper airplane with these two sentences written on it, turned back into a crumpled homework paper, and Qu Qingcheng pinched it in his hand: "You can, Zhu Yao."

Zhu Yao lowered his head.

To be scolded.

"Because, I, too, hate Qu Qingcheng the most."

Zhu Yao looked up in surprise: "What did you say?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "That means I hate myself the most."

"What's the meaning……"

"secret."

"...Can't you say it?" I really want to know.

"No." Qu Qingcheng smiled, "You belong to a child."

"You're not a few years older than me."

"In short, I am a teacher and you are a student. I am an adult and you are not."

"Tch, will you tell me when I'm an adult?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled again: "Maybe."

She asked Zhu Yao: "Why do you hate me the most?"

"……nothing."

"It's also your secret, can't you say it?"

"You have become a minor again, maybe I can tell you."

"Ha, play a rogue."

The smile on the corners of Qu Qingcheng's lips deepened a bit, becoming the kind of smile she used to face Shang Xiaoran.

Zhu Yao suddenly asked: "What color is Shang Xiaoran's homework?"

"what?"

"It's her Chinese homework book and math homework book. What color are they?" Zhu Yao pointed to the blue book she put aside: "I suddenly feel that my book is a bit ugly."

Qu Qingcheng took a look, "It's not ugly."

"Shang Xiaoran's notebook..." Qu Qingcheng thought for a while: "I don't remember Chinese, and I haven't read other subjects."

"That's it." Zhu Yao felt something like cola bubbles in his heart, gurgling, gurgling, constantly popping out.

Qu Qingcheng asked, "How is your mother's leg?"

With a snap, those tiny bubbles burst collectively.

Zhu Yao lowered his head: "It's pretty good."

"There was nothing wrong with it."

She hadn't seen Zhu Yinglan since Teacher's Day.

"She's busy, haven't you seen her since?"

"Hmm." It was seen.

"But you're still pretty close."

"Ok?"

"You can still quarrel like that." Qu Qingcheng smiled.

"Uh... When we quarreled..."

"Because it was a quarrel."

Qu Qingcheng said: "If you are unscrupulous and unscrupulous, that's called a quarrel."

"……yes."

A brief silence.

Qu Qingcheng asked, "Why don't you eat the bread?"

"It's too dry, I don't want to eat it."

"Give it to me, I'm a little hungry."

"Didn't you have dinner?"

"I was still full when I came here just now, so I only bought a bottle of yogurt."

Zhu Yao had already seen that Qu Qingcheng was holding a bottle of yogurt in his hand.

At this time, the yogurt was handed to him: "Please drink."

"No, you can drink."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I want to eat your bread, it's reciprocal."

"Take it, be good."

Zhu Yao had no choice but to reach out.

Qu Qingcheng suddenly retracted his hand again.

Zhu Yao was taken aback for a moment, maybe because of the silly expression on his face, Qu Qingcheng laughed out loud.

Zhu Yao: "...Are you kidding me?"

Qu Qingcheng suppressed a smile and shook his head: "I don't know how to play the trick of saying I want to give it to you and then deliberately not giving it to you. I'm a teacher."

With her white and slender fingers, she unscrewed the cap of the yogurt and put it loosely on the mouth of the bottle before handing it to Zhu Yao again: "Here."

"...It's not like I can't unscrew it."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "You are a child."

Zhu Yao took the yogurt and took a sip, the sweet strawberry flavor.

Qu Qingcheng put aside the paper with bad things written about him, picked up the bread that Zhu Yao had bitten twice, and broke off half of the side that Zhu Yao hadn't bitten.

"I like bean paste bread," she said.

"Really?" Zhu Yao took a mouthful of yogurt into her mouth, the sticky texture stuck her lips and tongue together, and she didn't know how to say more words.

The author says:

感谢在2021-09-1516:18:37~2021-09-1613:48:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Mu Chenyan 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!