Time makes you fall

◎Meteor◎

Zhu Yao didn't know how things turned out like this.

She stood by the railing of the old wooden building, drinking a bottle of strawberry yogurt in silence.Qu Qingcheng ate her bean paste bread, making a soft chewing sound.

"Eat a little more, don't you have to study at night?"

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"Half is enough for me." Qu Qingcheng said with a smile, "Eat it with yogurt, it won't be so dry."

Zhu Yao took a look at the half of the bread that Qu Qingcheng had torn away. There was a neat tooth mark on it, exposing the bean paste filling.

It seems that it is indeed difficult to persuade Qu Qingcheng to eat again.

He picked it up and took a bite.

"Look, I said I'm not going to do it with yogurt, right?" Qu Qingcheng's voice was slightly smug.

"……Um."

As seven o'clock approached, the light of the setting sun became softer, and against the background of this old wooden building, there was even a foggy sense of age.

Qu Qingcheng and Zhu Yao's soft chewing sounds set off the sound of playing ball on the playground and the noisy sounds, which became more and more distant.

It is easy to think of words such as "the years are quiet" and "everyday in the mountains and rivers".

but.

Zhu Yao licked a piece of sweet bean paste stuck to his teeth, and said with difficulty: "What if I'm telling the truth?"

"Ok?"

"When I was arguing with my mother."

Let her die.

The viciousness inspired by the embarrassment and shame at that moment was sincere.Zhu Yao felt that maybe he was such a vicious person.

Not worthy of being liked.Not worth being taken seriously.Not worthy of being favored.

At this time, she was holding a bottle of yogurt that Qu Qingcheng gave her, the taste of strawberries was sweet.

"Take another sip."

"what?"

"Yogurt, don't waste it, take another sip."

When Zhu Yao raised her head to drink milk, Qu Qingcheng stood up and rubbed her head.

"it does not matter."

Why doesn't it matter?

"Because your regret later is also sincere."

Qu Qingcheng picked up the crumpled homework paper that was put aside: "I hate me, because I saw that scene, let you say that to your mother."

When the most embarrassing and shameful side was exposed unsuspectingly.

He panicked and did not choose his way, and he did not choose his words, all in order to pick himself out of the swamp of vulgarity and snobbery.

But he is the grass growing in that swamp.

How to walk towards Qu Qingcheng who looks like a daffodil.

Qu Qingcheng is a big bastard.

At this time, the big bastard Qu Qingcheng held the crumpled piece of paper and said with a smile, "I can keep a secret for you."

"What are the conditions?"

"It's very smart." Qu Qingcheng smiled: "The condition is that you can't copy any Chinese homework in the future."

"……why is it like this."

Qu Qingcheng waved the piece of paper: "Otherwise I will report you to Lao Fang."

Zhu Yao looked at Qu Qingcheng.

"What are you looking at?" Qu Qingcheng laughed again: "Let me tell you, we adults are all so cunning."

He stretched out his hand and scratched the air: "Don't be caught by an adult."

"……Really is."

"Then take it as your promise."

Qu Qingcheng held the piece of paper and was about to go downstairs, but he did not forget to remind Zhu Yao: "Go back and prepare for self-study at night, don't forget to take out the garbage."

"Oh."

Accompanied by tapping and tapping footsteps, Qu Qingcheng's last words were: "Don't worry that something will happen to your mother because of your curse."

"If you're really worried..."

"I have a way."

******

For the next week, the topic of the class revolved around an impending Draconid meteor shower.

Zhu Yao still remembers that the news at that time said that in a normal year, the flow of the Draconid meteor shower is almost zero.

However, in 2016, there will be an astonishing outburst, which may even become a meteor storm.

like a miracle.

In Chinese class, Zhu Yao covered his eyes with a textbook as usual, and looked down at the comics on the phone screen.

She never raised her head to look at Qu Qingcheng, she plugged her ears with silent earphones, but she always listened attentively to Qu Qingcheng's words:

"This is a story where no time has passed, in an isolated village. (Remark 1)"

"Cui Cui waited for the first autumn, waited for the second autumn, and waited for the geese to pass... (Note 2)"

In "Border Town", a girl guarding the ferry is waiting day and night for a boy who makes her heart move.

And the person she was waiting for—maybe never come back, maybe come back "tomorrow"! (Note 3)

On the podium, Qu Qingcheng said softly with her southern tone: "It seems to be waiting for a miracle."

Miracle?

Zhu Yao stared at the manga on her phone that she didn't know the plot of, and thought: Qu Qingcheng, who suddenly appeared in the summer of 2016, is it a miracle for her?

Just like the Draconid meteor shower in 2016 without warning.

******

When another Monday comes, at the end of September, even though the summer has been long this year, there is finally a hint of chilly autumn in the air.

When the sun is shining during the day, it can be dealt with alone. Once it is cloudy or the sun goes down, you need to wear a thin coat.

After self-study in the morning, Yi Siyuan asked Shang Xiaoran excitedly: "Hey, do you want to watch the meteor shower tonight?"

Shang Xiaoran curled her lips: "What do you think? Aren't you going to study by yourself at night?"

Zhu Yao sat in the bottom third row, looked at the boy's fingers, and groped for a crystal ball repeatedly in the desk drawer: "You can also watch it in the evening self-study, isn't it the Chinese evening self-study tonight?"

The dangling piece in the crystal ball is not white, but golden.

It's not the usual white snow, it's meteors all over the sky.

Aside from the trembling fingertips, the boy's voice with a hippie smile was the same as usual: "I beg Teacher Qu, maybe she will allow us to watch it."

Shang Xiaoran smiled: "You are so courageous, go beg."

"Why should I go? You have such a good relationship with Mr. Qu, you go, Mr. Qu likes you the most."

Zhu Yao stared at the phone screen and suddenly felt eyelashes pricking his eyes.

"You have such a good relationship with Teacher Qu."

"Teacher Qu likes you the most."

like the most.

Is that the case?

Shang Xiaoran's charming laughter contained a hint of complacency that could not be concealed: "There is nothing, nothing."

Well, no.

Zhu Yao said in his heart.

Teacher Qu obviously doesn't even remember the color of your homework book.

The next period is Chinese class, Qu Qingcheng walked up to the podium, wearing a white shirt and light blue jeans.

The most beautiful days connected between the never-ending summer and the autumn with high and distant clouds are Qu Qingcheng.

Qu Qingcheng said: "Today we will talk about "Return to Come"."

When Qu Qingcheng turned around to write on the blackboard, Yi Siyuan kept coughing.

Qu Qingcheng asked: "Yi Siyuan, is your throat uncomfortable?"

"Maybe it's Teacher Ah Qu, maybe my voice will heal if I make a wish on a shooting star." Yi Siyuan grinned.

Qu Qingcheng pretended not to understand: "Read the first and second paragraphs of the text, and do vocal exercises, maybe your voice will improve."

The whole class laughed.

Yi Siyuan stumbled and read: "...I feel that today is true but yesterday was not. Zhou Yaoyao is hurting lightly..."

Qu Qingcheng gently reminded: "Zhou Yaoyao is lightly blowing, and the word is pronounced yang."

Yi Siyuan was shocked: "What?! Isn't it a cup made of Qushui Liu?!"

The whole class laughed again.

Qu Qingcheng also couldn't help laughing: "You finally know about Qu Shui Liushang, that's good."

Yi Siyuan put down the book and sighed: "Teacher Qu, look at my brain, is it possible to get better only by making a wish on a shooting star?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled again: "I only believe in science."

Yi Siyuan sat down speechlessly, and called out to Shang Xiaoran: "Teacher Qu is pretending to be stupid! It's up to you!"

"Hurry up! Teacher Qu likes you the most!"

Shang Xiaoran: "How can I tell you that there is no more, I can't do it."

Qu Qingcheng tapped on the podium: "Don't you need to take notes?"

The conversation between the two was temporarily interrupted.

Zhu Yao stared down at the mobile phone in the desk drawer, and suddenly came up with an idea.

if--

It meant if, if she went to ask Qu Qingcheng and wanted the whole class to watch the meteor shower tonight.

Will Qu Qingcheng agree?

After the Teacher's Day incident, after a long time, she raised her head in Chinese class for the first time.

Qu Qingcheng glanced at her with a smile: "Zhu Yao."

Zhu Yao was taken aback and stood up.

"Is Tao Yuanming a person who entered the world or was born?"

...I made a mistake, Mr. Qu.

I looked up, not trying to answer a question.

I had no choice but to admit my fate and say, "I don't know."

Qu Qingcheng actually nodded: "That's right, Tao Yuanming himself doesn't know."

"From the heart, he admires Lao Zhuang and pursues nature. However, the traditional thinking of "learning and being good will make him an official" made him have to enter the world."

Qu Qingcheng blinked at Zhu Yao: "Sit down."

She flicked her long hair again and tapped her ears, as if reminding Zhu Yao to listen carefully to the class.

Zhu Yao couldn't lower his head any longer.

When the get out of class bell finally rang, Qu Qingcheng said, "This is the end of this class."

Zhu Yao was brewing courage in his heart.

"Teacher Qu."

The voice that was too delicate was obviously not from his own mouth.

Shang Xiaoran smiled and asked, "Today we study Chinese at night, can we go to the playground to watch the meteor shower?"

The lines that had been brewing for a class were robbed.

Like a puppet who hides behind the curtain and loses its role, the lights are turned off, the audience leaves, and the person who manipulates the thread withdraws his hand, leaving only himself a pile of limp embarrassment.

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I thought you guys weren't going to ask me anymore."

Shang Xiaoran was pleasantly surprised: "You agreed?"

Zhu Yao's heart skipped a beat.

"I want to negotiate terms with you." Qu Qingcheng seemed to be waiting for this group of children to ask.

"What conditions?"

"After watching the meteor shower, everyone will write an essay tonight, with the topic of 'short-term and long-term'. The style of writing is optional, and the title is self-drawn. It should not be less than 800 words."

Yi Siyuan: "Teacher Qu, you are ripping off!"

"Forget it." Qu Qingcheng said intentionally, "Then let's study by ourselves in the classroom at night. I just happened to talk about the papers of the quiz last time."

"Oh, Teacher Qu, don't talk to Yi Siyuan, we agree!"

Yi Siyuan: "I didn't say no just now!"

Qu Qingcheng smiled, packed up the textbooks and left.

Yi Siyuan rushed to Shang Xiaoran's desk excitedly: "Look! Let me just say that you are Teacher Qu's favorite student!"

"As soon as you say it, she agrees!"

Shang Xiaoran pinched her own ponytail: "Really?"

"I thank you for the whole class!"

"Just thank you verbally?"

"Then... treat you to ice cream?"

"If you don't eat, you'll be fat."

"You seem to have gained weight, your face is rounded."

"Go away! I am self-effacing!"

Amidst a burst of giggles, Zhu Yao lowered his head that had been raised for a class.

It turns out that Qu Qingcheng... would agree.

She didn't ask the question in her heart, and lost the way of verification forever. She was lost in a forest full of thorns, the dragon was sleeping, the treasure was lost, and even if the knight picked up the sword, he lost the direction to attack.

A void.

The author says:

Remarks 1 and 2: Adapted from Huang Lei's "Etc. Etc."

Remark 3: From Shen Congwen's "Border Town".

感谢在2021-09-1613:48:29~2021-09-1717:06:20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 cast the rocket launcher: 1 Huosen;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 2 welcome;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: RM_2 bottles;

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