Time makes you fall

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On October 10st, the props for Zhu Yao to test the will of God are the stairs in his home.

The first step is to go.

The second step is not to go.

Do you want to go to the botanical garden with Qu Qingcheng and Shang Xiaoran?

Yes, no, yes.

Until Zhu Yao jumped down the last step, God's will was "to".

On October 10, Zhu Yao tested the props of God's will and turned it into a pack of original potato chips.

The first slice is to go.

The second tablet is not to go.

Yes, no, yes.

The protagonist of the cartoon on the computer screen is shouting: "I'm getting bald and I'm getting stronger!"

Zhu Yao couldn't help laughing, did the potato chips that came to his mouth mean "yes" or "don't"?

forgotten.

I had to open another pack of red stewed potato chips.

But will it make you fat if you eat like this?

Fortunately, I didn't forget this time, the result of the potato chips test was "no".

But at night, after Zhu Yao took a shower, for some reason, he stood in front of the wardrobe and rummaged through it.

In fact, there is nothing to look for. After all, apart from school uniforms in my closet, I have hoodies and jeans in autumn and winter, and T-shirts and jeans in summer.

It also caused Zhu Yinglan to complain: "I don't look like a girl!"

But what a girl should be like.

Fluttering skirt.Maybe a little lace at the neckline.Long, curly hair.The little leather shoes were shiny with varnish.

With cherry-like lips and peach-like cheeks, it's hard to tell whether it's the youthful rosiness or the most natural cosmetic blessing.

After thinking about it, Zhu Yao realized that all her associations had turned into a concrete image in her mind.

That was Shang Xiaoran who she met once outside school.

The cute girl looks like Shang Xiaoran.Shang Xiaoran is just like a cute girl.

Zhu Yao closed the closet sullenly, fell on the bed, and slept with the quilt covering her head.

I deliberately didn't set an alarm clock.

******

Unexpectedly, I woke up the next morning.

He glanced out of the window in a daze, it was just dawn.

Zhu Yao huddled in the quilt and calculated the time needed to reach the meeting place. Starting from her house, she made two subway transfers, and she could arrive at the agreed meeting place.

It should take about an hour and 5 minutes.

That is to say, at 25:[-] at the latest, they will depart from her house.

Zhu Yao lay in the quilt for 06:30.

Lay past seven.

Lie past 07:30 again.

Finally, at 35:[-], I jumped up suddenly, pulled a gray and black sweater from the closet and put it on, brushed my teeth and washed my face, before I could tie my sneakers in time, I stumbled and ran to the subway.

Damn, I knew I had chosen my clothes last night.

If you are late, will someone wait for you?

Zhu Yao was sweating from running, and was a little dazed standing in the crowded holiday subway early in the morning.

It turns out...she made a wrong calculation.

Not only will she not be late, but she will be 10 minutes early.

Zhu Yao let out a breath.

******

Because he made an appointment with the students at the subway station, Qu Qingcheng simply didn't drive and took the subway.

Anyway, Beicheng during the holidays is full of traffic jams, so taking the subway is more convenient than driving.

She is wearing a long white shirt and skirt today, the skirt is not soft enough to reach the slenderest part of her calf, and she is wearing a windbreaker, which is the one she lent to Zhu Yao.

For the convenience of going to the Botanical Garden, I rarely wore a pair of white sneakers, and tied up my usual long hair.

Carrying the bag, I saw a long-armed and long-legged girl standing there with her hands in her pockets, looking slightly embarrassed.

She walked over with a smile, and patted Zhu Yao on the shoulder: "Hello."

Zhu Yao seemed taken aback, and even took a step back.

Qu Qingcheng was also taken aback by Zhu Yao's reaction, calmed down, and smiled at Zhu Yao: "It's so early."

The girl in front of her blushed for some reason.

Qu Qingcheng thought about his adolescence, and felt so embarrassed when facing the teacher.

Delicate in appearance and sweet in mouth, these words have nothing to do with her.

Qu Qingcheng was not born a popular person.

Just as he was thinking, a sweet greeting sounded not far away: "Teacher Qu!"

Facing the direction of the greeting, the girl in front of Qingjuan frowned slightly.

As if he felt that he shouldn't be frowning, he quickly let go.

Qu Qingcheng turned around following Zhu Yao's gaze, and saw Shang Xiaoran running towards them with a bright smile.

Delicate in appearance and sweet in mouth, Shang Xiaoran is a natural owner of these words.

It is the antonym of Zhu Yao.

Also the antonym of adolescence itself.

Qu Qingcheng suddenly whispered in Zhu Yao's ear, "Zhu Yao."

"You look good in this sweater."

******

Zhu Yao looked at Shang Xiaoran who was running over from a distance, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

But realizing that Qu Qingcheng was still looking at him, he quickly let go.

Staring at Shang Xiaoran who was running from afar, she wore a lavender fluffy skirt, a white frilly collar, decorated with small round flowers like white poached eggs, and a pair of white Mary Jane leather shoes.

It was the appearance of a girl in Zhu Yao's imagination.

In other words, it looks more like a girl than Zhu Yao can imagine.

Zhu Yao pursed the corners of her lips.

Looking at Qu Qingcheng's eyes smiling at Shang Xiaoran, Zhu Yao hated his gray and black sweater like never before.

Like a mass of ashen shadows huddled in the dark.

Not likable at all.

In any case, she would never have thought that Qu Qingcheng whispered in her ear: "You look good in this sweater."

In an instant.

The Happy Prince finds his jeweled eyes.The mermaid princess leaned on the rocks in the sea and sang lightly.Little Ida's garden is full of dancing flowers that have a mind of their own.

The fairy tale continues, the forest wakes up, and the dilapidated subway station seems to shine a long-lost light.

Zhu Yao heard herself whispering, "Thank you."

At this moment, Shang Xiaoran ran to them, and asked with a cheerful smile, "Are the others here yet?"

Qu Qingcheng: "No, they are late and punish them for writing essays!"

Shang Xiaoran laughed.

Qu Qingcheng asked: "Have you had breakfast?" Then said: "I haven't eaten yet."

Shang Xiaoran shook his head, and Zhu Yao also shook his head.

Qu Qingcheng pointed to a nearby convenience store: "Let me invite you."

Walk over with the two of them.

Ask in a gentle voice: "What do you want to eat?"

In fact, there are not many choices. Compared with the greasy burritos at first glance, the white and fluffy buns in the warming cabinet are much cuter.

Sure enough, Shang Xiaoran also said, "Shall I eat buns?"

Qu Qingcheng: "Yes."

I bought three bean paste buns and three cups of soy milk.

Holding it in my hand, I realized that the steamed stuffed bun was much larger and more solid than the one sold at the school gate.

Shang Xiaoran looked a little embarrassed: "Mr. Qu, can you finish one?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "It's a bit difficult."

"Then let's share one! Give the extra to those who come later? Don't waste it."

"Okay."

Shang Xiaoran grinned and split the bun in his hand into two, Zhu Yao watched the semi-liquid bean paste filling flow out.

Shang Xiaoran handed the bun to Qu Qingcheng without any hesitation: "Teacher Qu, which side do you want?"

"It's all fine." So gentle.

Shang Xiaoran smiled and handed over half, Qu Qingcheng took it, and asked Zhu Yao: "Can Zhu Yao finish?"

"can."

Zhu Yao didn't know why he was betting, so he lowered his head and took a bite of the bun in his hand.

Qu Qingcheng smiled and said nothing.

It was Shang Xiaoran who muttered in a low voice: "You won't lose weight after eating so much."

Zhu Yao seemed to be struggling, biting the bun in his hand one bite at a time.

The red bean paste stuffing was still very hot, steaming hot in the cool autumn morning, irritating the mucous membranes of the mouth.

Slight tingling.

But Zhu Yao kept eating stubbornly, her cheeks puffed up slightly, and she heard Shang Xiaoran and Qu Qingcheng chatting beside her: "I've seen that movie too."

"The male protagonist who runs the bookstore has a very British accent, handsome and handsome."

"Haha, does Teacher Qu like this type?"

Qu Qingcheng turned his head and asked Zhu Yao: "Did Zhu Yao also read it?"

Zhu Yao clearly saw it, but what he blurted out with his bony cheeks was: "No."

Qu Qingcheng: "That's it."

The topic was picked up by Shang Xiaoran again: "The heroine is also very A-worthy..."

Once again, Zhu Yao became a silent and gray background in a corner where the two of them couldn't see.

She took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun and forced the last bite into her stomach with soy milk.

I usually can't eat so much.

At this time, the thick bun skins were lumped together, falling heavily in the stomach, soaked in soy milk until it swelled, making people want to vomit.

Just now, what are you competing for?

Why do you say that buns are "eatable"?Why do you say "haven't seen" the movie?

Gloomy, awkward, unpleasant self.

Silent and cold-faced self.

Damn.

******

When it was nearly nine o'clock, everyone finally arrived, except for Shang Xiaoran's friends, there was only one boy, Yi Siyuan.

The extra red bean paste bun ended up in Yi Siyuan's stomach.

Qu Qingcheng smiled and said, "I was going to punish those who came late for writing an essay."

Yi Siyuan: "Now you have decided to let us go with great mercy?"

"No." Qu Qingcheng raised two fair fingers: "Now we have decided to punish two articles."

"why is it like this!"

"Teacher Qu, let's discuss it again..."

Wrapped around Qu Qingcheng and walked away.

It was Shang Xiaoran who walked up to Zhu Yao's side: "Do you support me?"

"what?"

"I ate a whole bun."

"Do not."

"Really?"

Zhu Yao took a look at Shang Xiaoran, and where Shang Xiaoran could see was the back of Qu Qingcheng being entangled by Yi Siyuan.

Zhu Yao stopped answering, left Shang Xiaoran behind, and walked away quickly.

******

As expected, the botanical garden during the holiday was full of people.

Qu Qingcheng led a group of seven people in a long queue.

Shang Xiaoran looked at the introduction brochure: "There are still lotus flowers on display."

"There are still lotus in this season?"

"Well, after some technical regulation, it can run until November." Shang Xiaoran said, "There is also a boat by the river for tourists to take pictures, and it is quite beautiful."

Hold up the brochure for all to see.

"It's really beautiful, let's take pictures too."

"There must be a lot of people queuing up."

"It doesn't matter, come and come, just wait."

"It's all here" The four words have an extremely magical power, and the matter is settled like this.

Everyone chattered about whether to be in a two-person group or a three-person group, and who wanted to take a photo with whom.

Shang Xiaoran said, "I want to take a photo with Teacher Qu."

Qu Qingcheng suddenly asked Zhu Yao: "Who do you want to take a photo with?"

"Anything is fine." Zhu Yao hesitated for a moment: "I'd better take pictures by myself."

The author says:

感谢在2021-09-1912:59:46~2021-09-2015:00:59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: 2 Huosen;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Mu Chenyan and Huanxi;

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