Time makes you fall

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Zhu Yao's heart skipped a beat.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she had mixed into the crowd just now and wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible. She held the windbreaker in her hands instead of wearing it on her body, because she was afraid that Shang Xiaoran would see it.

Shang Xiaoran, who is delicate and sweet-mouthed.

A gloomy taciturn self.

If Shang Xiaoran, who also wants to ride a bicycle, goes to Qu Qingcheng to act like a baby: "Teacher Qu, the temperature suddenly dropped today, and I feel very cold too."

So, who will Qu Qingcheng give the only windbreaker to?

Will I be the one with a chance of winning?

But Shang Xiaoran didn't ask Qu Qingcheng, but blocked his way: "Zhu Yao, are you not afraid of the cold?"

"What do you mean?"

"We have been classmates for so long, and I have never seen you catch a cold." Shang Xiaoran said, "I have to ride my bike home later, can you give me Teacher Qu's windbreaker?"

Shang Xiaoran's voice was different from the delicate and pretty one when talking to friends and boys, it was a little trembling.

Zhu Yao thought inexplicably: Will Shang Xiaoran also be nervous?

It seemed that both of them knew that what they were talking about was not a windbreaker at all.

"No." Zhu Yao heard a word coming out of his own mouth clearly.

Shang Xiaoran was obviously a little surprised.

Zhu Yao who always shrinks in the corner.

Zhu Yao, who never speaks out against other people's opinions.

Zhu Yao wouldn't even open his mouth to exchange a textbook with broken pages.

It is the same person as Zhu Yao who clearly said "no" in front of him.

"Can't you?" Shang Xiaoran's expression contained a bit of pleading: "It's just a windbreaker."

Zhu Yao once again said firmly: "No."

Holding the windbreaker, he ran away quickly.

After running for a long time, Zhu Yao took advantage of the cover of the night to look back when he reached the classroom.

Shang Xiaoran's pink and purple thin knit sweater was also very conspicuous in the night, dragging along the back of the line and walking slowly, he did not go to the playground to find Qu Qingcheng.

Zhu Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

She remembered what Yi Siyuan said about Shang Xiaoran: "You have such a good relationship with Teacher Qu." "Just say you are Teacher Qu's favorite student!"

but.

The person Qu Qingcheng took off his windbreaker tonight is Zhu Yao, isn't he?

Zhu Yao pinched his windbreaker and thought, is there a slight possibility? Qu Qingcheng agreed to the whole class to go to the playground to watch the meteor shower tonight, not because of Shang Xiaoran's request, but because of Shang Xiaoran's request.

But because she wanted Zhu Yao to make a wish for her mother?

******

After Zhu Yao finished packing her schoolbag, amidst the commotion, she went to the carport to push her bicycle.

Only then, in the darkness that returned to tranquility, did Zhu Yao quickly put on Qu Qingcheng's windbreaker.

As if afraid of being discovered by anyone, he rode away quickly.

Zhu Yao didn't dare to slow down until he rode a long way along the road in front of the school, past a small supermarket, bookstore, milk tea shop, and stationery store.

I feel stiff in my hands and feet.

Qu Qingcheng's windbreaker was put on her body, she tilted her head while riding the bicycle, just enough to smell the collar.

No scent at all.

Qu Qingcheng doesn't use perfume, and even uses unscented hand cream, so the scene in the TV series where an adult woman wears a coat with a sultry fragrance does not happen in real life.

She is wearing a sweater tonight, at the age of 17, she is already slightly taller than the teacher Qu Qingcheng.

So when I put on Qu Qingcheng's coat, it looked a little tight and constricted.

In more literary terms, as tight as a hug.

Zhu Yao came home wearing Qu Qingcheng's windbreaker, and it was pitch black. The nanny was told by Zhu Yinglan to save electricity, so she didn't leave a light on.

Zhu Yao listened to the sound of his own slippers, which echoed hollowly on the marble floor.

Everywhere is empty, only the curved and clear coat on his body, which is as tight as a hug.

Zhu Yao went back to the bedroom to change into home clothes, carefully took off Qu Qingcheng's windbreaker, and spread it carefully on the bed.

Afraid of getting wrinkled.

He leaned closer to the neckline and sniffed.

My shampoo and shower gel are not fragrance-free, so they won't leave a smell on Qu Qingcheng's clean windbreaker, right?

I leaned on the bed with my hands propped up and smelled it for a while, only to realize that I was moving obscenely, blushing away.

Even though there was no one at home, as if he was afraid of being discovered, he quickly left the bedroom, closed the door, and went into the study.

How did Qu Qingcheng write the composition about "short and long" left today?

Zhu Yao bit the cap of the pen, feeling that one head was bigger than two.

******

Going to school the next day, Zhu Yao had a paper bag hanging on the handlebar of his bicycle.

Speaking of this paper bag, Zhu Yao chose it at home for a long time last night.

You can't use Zhu Yinglan's luxury paper bags full of H or Clogo, which are vulgar and exaggerated.

You can't use your own hands to make paper bags for those animation shops, it's naive and not doing business properly.

After choosing and choosing, I found a paper bag that Zhu Yinglan bought her a pen before. It was big enough, and the black bag and small logo were not exaggerated.

Maybe show off your taste a little bit?

Zhu Yao wiped the dust with a paper towel, folded Qu Qingcheng's windbreaker, and put it in carefully.

I didn't even choose pancakes for breakfast, because I was afraid that the taste would stick to them when I carried them to the classroom together.

I bought toast and milk, saw a bottle of strawberry-flavored yogurt, and bought it too.

After getting off the morning self-study, when Qu Qingcheng passed a corner without being seen by the classmates, he called out in a low voice, "Teacher Qu."

Chasing after him, he stuffed the paper bag into Qu Qingcheng's hand.

Qu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment before realizing it, and asked with a smile, "It wasn't too cold last night, was it?"

He didn't even look at Zhu Yao's paper bag.

Zhu Yao's heart was like a pebble thrown into a lake, circling and sinking slowly.

Then he stuffed strawberry-flavored yogurt into Qu Qingcheng's hand.

"What's this?"

"Thank you."

The bottle of yogurt you gave me last time was strawberry flavored.

"Oh……"

Zhu Yao was mentally prepared to be rejected. Now teachers are very cautious and don't accept anything from students to show a clear line, otherwise it will become a hidden danger one day.

Unexpectedly, Qu Qingcheng smiled and said, "Thank you."

Carrying yogurt and a paper bag, he left with a smile on his face.

Zhu Yao glanced at Qu Qingcheng's back, turned around sullenly and walked towards the classroom.

The pebbles that sank to the bottom of the lake in my heart for the first time seemed to be picked up by a pair of gentle hands together with the water of the lake, and they were able to see the sun again.

When she bumped into Shang Xiaoran, Shang Xiaoran asked her, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhu Yao shook his head: "I'm not smiling."

Shang Xiaoran glanced at her and left.

Back in the classroom, I heard someone talking: "How did you spend the eleventh?"

This Saturday will be a seven-day National Day holiday.

"I went around with my parents and found a B&B, which was quite beautiful."

"You are lucky, my mother actually found me a short-term tutoring! She plans to take me there every day."

"Haha, just like Chen Qi's mother, crazy."

"We're only sophomores in high school..."

Zhu Yao thought about it and walked out of the classroom again.

Walk to the corner of the corridor and take out your phone.As long as it's not under the nose of the dean, it's okay to secretly use the mobile phone in school.

She made a phone call and went out: "Mom."

"Tell me if you have anything to say." The impatient tone seemed to be very busy.

"Are your legs okay?"

I made a wish on a shooting star for you.

"Ah?" Zhu Yinglan seemed to have forgotten the little car accident, and reacted for a while: "Just stop cursing me."

"I'm going to fly to Cambodia for a month. There's an infrastructure project over there. I'll call you in advance for next month's living expenses. Don't waste money."

"By the way, what on earth are you calling, I'm quite busy."

Zhu Yao pursed her lips: "It's okay."

"Bye."

Zhu Yinglan did not call back.

******

Dinner time before evening self-study.

Zhu Yao bought bread and yogurt, slipped to Qingzhao Building again, stood downstairs, and saw a handsome figure standing there.

Zhu Yao stopped in her tracks, wondering if she would appear deliberate in going up at this time.

She turned to leave, but Qu Qingcheng saw her: "Zhu Yao."

"Come up."

Zhu Yao had no choice but to walk up the creaking old wooden stairs.

Qu Qingcheng didn't sit down, but stood by the railing, as if he was overlooking the scenery downstairs, while eating a rice ball.

Zhu Yao quietly glanced at the rice ball with egg yolk and shrimp.

She smiled and asked Zhu Yao: "What do you eat?"

Zhu Yao raised the bread in his hand.

"It's bean paste bread again?"

Zhu Yao nodded.

"Aren't you tired of eating?"

"I'm nostalgic."

Qu Qingcheng was dying of laughter: "How old are you? You're still nostalgic."

Zhu Yao silently unscrewed the yogurt and took a sip first.

"Me too." Qu Qingcheng smiled.

Following Qu Qingcheng's hand, Zhu Yao saw the bottle of strawberry yogurt he gave him in the morning, which was now placed on the bench in front of Qu Qingcheng.

Qu Qingcheng picked it up and took a sip, and the pebbles in the lake in Zhu Yao's heart were picked up again by a pair of gentle hands.

With the clear lake water in the palm of my hand, I swayed happily.

"How do you arrange for Eleven?" Qu Qingcheng asked casually while drinking yogurt.

"Just... at home."

a bottle of Coke.A bag of potato chips.all day.Don't say a word.

Until seven days passed, when I stepped out of the house again, I couldn't adapt to the bright sky anymore, and I couldn't even use my tongue and teeth fluently when buying breakfast and talking.

"alone at home?"

"Yeah." Always at home alone.

"Then, do you want to go to the botanical garden with me?"

The gentle hands in my heart were trembling with excitement, and the pebbles in the palms fell into the lake again, splashing violently with a splash, like fireworks blooming in the sky.

Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, Zhu Yao belatedly realized that the sound like fireworks was his own violent heartbeat.

"Okay."

In 2016, even if the Draconid meteor shower did not form the expected meteor storm, she still waited for her miracle.

Until Qu Qingcheng said with a smile: "Shang Xiaoran and the others will go together. We have an appointment to go on October [-]rd, so there may be fewer people."

"Are you free?"

"No time."

"Little liar, you just said that someone is at home."

Zhu Yao is silent.

Qu Qingcheng stuffed the last mouthful of rice balls into his mouth: "That's the deal, see you at 08:30 on October [-]rd."

"Let Shang Xiaoran send you the address of Jutou."

"Old Fang still has something to do with me, so I'm leaving first."

Qu Qingcheng went downstairs, leaving Zhu Yao standing by the railing alone, watching Qu Qingcheng's back getting smaller and smaller.

The bean paste filling in the bread in hand is ridiculously sweet.

Just like herself.

The author says:

感谢在2021-09-1816:13:53~2021-09-1912:59:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of egg tarts; RM_2 bottles;

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