Time makes you fall

◎Living together◎

"The door is about to open." Qu Qingcheng took out the key.

Zhu Yao nodded, thinking that she was too close to Qu Qingcheng, so she was not so nervous that she swallowed another saliva, making a grunt in her throat.

The simple action of opening the door suddenly had a strong sense of ritual.

Qu Qingcheng helped Zhu Yao go in.

"Do you want to change your shoes?"

Qu Qingcheng searched for a while: "Put on this pair."

It seems that Qu Qingcheng's house usually doesn't have many guests.

Qu Qingcheng helped Zhu Yao to sit down on the sofa.

"Does it hurt?"

"No really."

"Thirsty? I'll get you water." Qu Qingcheng walked into the kitchen.

Zhu Yao sat on the sofa alone, didn't know where to put his hands and feet, took a deep breath, and then remembered that Qu Qingcheng didn't like to use anything with fragrance.

The whole room has no special smell, the light brown sofa, the small wooden box coffee table, and the walls are painted in a retro tone of white on top and green on the bottom, which is elegant and very suitable for Qu Qingcheng.

Zhu Yao suddenly recalled Qu Qingcheng's words: "It seems that my appearance is quite deceiving."

He turned his head and glanced at the balcony.

Sure enough, there was no succulent in a pot, to be precise, there were no plants.

"What are you looking at?" Qu Qingcheng came back with two glasses of water, handed one of them to Zhu Yao, and asked with a smile.

"It's nothing." Zhu Yao took the water glass and took a sip.

The water glass was the same model as the one in Qu Qingcheng's hand.

Qu Qingcheng also took a sip of water, and the light stain of lipstick was stuck on the transparent cup wall. As she put the water cup on the tea table, Zhu Yao saw it.

Zhu Yao squeezed the water glass in his hand and looked away.

Qu Qingcheng smiled and said, "I told you everything, I don't plant flowers, read books, or write calligraphy."

Blinking slightly slyly: "My appearance is very deceiving."

Zhu Yao took another sip of water: "Then what do you like to do?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "It seems... you don't like to do anything either?"

"Does watching a movie count?"

She asked Zhu Yao: "Do you like watching movies?"

"Uh... I don't read much, I read more anime and manga."

"Then lower your head every day in class, are you reading manga?"

Zhu Yao didn't speak, it was a default.

Qu Qingcheng smiled again: "You little kid."

"Aren't you worried about the college entrance examination?"

"It's just...it seems like I haven't thought much about the future."

"What do you want to do next?"

"I do not know either."

"You don't plan to go to college, do you?"

"No, no matter what university, you have to go to one."

Zhu Yao never wanted to be the one who stood out and stood out.

"Then let me bribe you."

"what?"

Qu Qingcheng stood up with a smile and walked into the kitchen. After a while, he took out half a watermelon and held two iron spoons in his hand.

"When you eat watermelon, are you used to cutting it into pieces or digging it up?"

"Dig and eat."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Coincidentally, me too."

Zhu Yao's heart once again gushed out the small and fine bubbles when the Coke adhered to the wall of the cup, and every time it popped and popped, they gave out joyful cries.

For this small, insignificant coincidence.

Qu Qingcheng handed Zhu Yao a spoon: "Eat."

"How are you going to bribe me?"

"Oh, children are quite vigilant." Qu Qingcheng burst out laughing: "You eat first, and I'll tell you after I eat."

"...Isn't it impossible to go back on your word?"

"I just want you not to go back on your word." Qu Qingcheng said, "We adults are all very cunning."

He fanned his face with his white palm again: "It's so hot when the sun comes out, it seems like summer is not over yet."

"If you don't eat any more, the watermelon won't be iced."

Zhu Yao took the spoon and dug a spoon into the end of the watermelon near her.

Feed it into your mouth, it's sweet and cool.

Lowering his head, he could hear Qu Qingcheng's small mouth making the same chewing sound as hers.

Qu Qingcheng asked, "What do you want for lunch?"

Since I went to the hospital and went home, to be honest, it was almost dinner time.

Zhu Yao: "Just eat watermelon."

"How can it be done? Children cannot grow up with unbalanced nutrition."

"...What kind of body do you have when you are 17 years old?"

Qu Qingcheng laughed: "Okay, just this once, for the sake of your injury."

The two dug watermelon spoonful by spoonful and ate it.

Fall into a quiet silence.

The transparent glass door leading to the balcony did not have a thin sheer curtain, allowing sunlight to filter in directly.

From the bright sun to the dying sunset, it seems that it just happened in a flash.

The shadows of various wooden furniture are pressed on the ground, and the hollowed out parts are shaking with dim light, like the surface of a vast lake far away from all human traces, sparkling, blatantly showing the loneliest time in the world.

Zhu Yao suddenly said: "Twilight phobia."

"what?"

"do you have it?"

"There...was." Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Not anymore."

Ask again: "What about you?"

Zhu Yao: "Maybe a little bit."

"That's the kind. At dusk, I'll feel creepy, and I'll think of moss-covered rotten wood, damp sewer pipes, and everything that isn't so positive and sunny."

Zhu Yao talked nonsense, only to realize that Qu Qingcheng was looking at her with a gentle smile.

Zhu Yao blushed for a moment: "I was talking nonsense."

Qu Qingcheng said, "That's very good."

"I felt that way too."

"Really?"

"Ah."

The little cola bubbles in Zhu Yao's heart burst once again.

"Let it be eaten by you."

"what?"

"The middle piece of the watermelon."

Zhu Yao followed Qu Qingcheng's line of sight, only to realize that the two of them were focusing on digging the piece in front of them with a spoon. At some point, they seemed to have dug two ditches, wrapping a small floating island in the middle.

Zhu Yao couldn't help laughing: "We eat wonderful food."

Qu Qingcheng also smiled: "Yes."

"Why give it to me, don't you want to eat?"

"You belong to a child."

Qu Qingcheng's eyes were gentle, and he reached out to rub Zhu Yao's clear soup noodle's hair: "Children, they should be pampered."

A soft word "pet" knocked out deafening notes on Zhu Yao's heart, and the drumhead echoed with the slight tremor of the heart.

Memories are drawn back to the distant past.

Probably when I had dinner with my father after remarriage for the first time. At that time, my father's new wife had already given birth to a younger brother.

At the age of two, it is time to start eating complementary foods.

At that time, Zhu Yao was nine years old. He lowered his head and swayed his legs, watching the waiter bring up a bright fruit plate.

Dad said to a piece of watermelon: "This one is good, it is the most central one at first glance."

"For the children to eat."

Zhu Yao lowered her head and shook her legs, waiting for her father's voice: "Here, Yaoyao."

Hopes were dashed, and the nightingale lost its nest.

Dad said to his new wife next to him: "Make it into small pieces and give them to Xuanxuan to eat."

Finally, he asked lovingly, "Is it sweet?"

At that time, nine-year-old Zhu Yao hadn't fully learned to report good news but not bad news, so she went home and told Zhu Yinglan about it.

Zhu Yinglan was trembling with anger, Zhu Yao still remembered that there was no dinner that day, Zhu Yinglan only bought a lot of watermelons and dug out the middle piece.

Zhu Yao stared at those red flesh, not so much that she was waiting for some sweetness, it was better to say that she was waiting for some comfort.

But Zhu Yinglan ate those watermelon flesh piece by piece viciously.

Staring at Zhu Yao who was standing by the dining table, he pointed at him sharply: "Why do you look so similar to Qi Shengjun!"

Little Zhuyao showed astonished eyes.

Probably from that day on, Zhu Yao understood that from now on, all the favors would probably be cut off from her.

Until then, Qu Qingcheng's gentle voice came to my ears: "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing."

"Why don't you eat quickly?" Qu Qingcheng smiled.

Zhu Yao raised the spoon.

According to her character, she would definitely refuse.

But today, maybe it's because of the lonely sunset shining through the window, maybe it's because of the sweetness that is forever lost in memory, maybe it's because of Qu Qingcheng's gentle word "beloved".

Zhu Yao fed the middle piece of watermelon into his mouth.

After eight years, he comforted the stunned self who was standing at the dining table in childhood.

Boots fell to the ground, swords pierced through the ice, and stones pushed by Sisyphus slid down the cliff.

Everything is unresolved, as if drawing the end at this moment.

Qu Qingcheng smiled and asked Zhu Yao: "Is it sweet?"

"It's really...very sweet."

******

Qu Qingcheng actually bought the dinner.

Zhu Yao, who was ready to try Qu Qingcheng's handicraft, was a little surprised.

Qu Qingcheng smiled and said, "I don't know how to cook at all."

"Tell you my appearance is deceiving."

Double-egg rice rolls, glutinous rice chicken, preserved egg and lean meat porridge with boiled lettuce.

Qu Qingcheng was like a nagging elder: "You can't eat hair, you can't eat spicy food..."

Zhu Yao sipped the porridge in the bowl.

"Don't like rice rolls?"

"……no."

But when it is fed into the mouth, it will be embarrassing if the soup splashes all over the place.

"Eat lettuce too, don't be a partial eclipse."

"...Understood."

Zhu Yao didn't dare to raise his head.

Qu Qingcheng seemed annoyed and funny, walked into the kitchen and took a plate, put two large pieces of rice rolls and a few slices of lettuce into it.

"Eat quickly, this is your task."

"Don't come to my house for three days and become hungry and thin."

Zhu Yao kept her head down until the sound of Qu Qingcheng biting the lettuce sounded in her ears, and she quickly picked up a piece of lettuce.

I don't even care to bite it off, it will be more embarrassing if I keep biting.

I stuffed the whole piece into my mouth and chewed with puffed cheeks.

Qu Qingcheng looked at her and smiled: "That's good, go take a shower after dinner, you can't take a shower, I'll fill the bathtub for you."

"I won't go back to your house to get your pajamas, but I will wear my pajamas, okay?"

Zhu Yao choked on a prickly ash that came out of nowhere in the lettuce, and coughed violently: "...OK."

How can there be pepper in boiled lettuce?

Is the cook playing with her?

Qu Qingcheng went to the kitchen to fetch another glass of water: "Are you choking? Drink some water."

"……Um."

"If you're full, I'll pack up and find you a set of pajamas."

"……Um."

Qu Qingcheng cleaned up the dishes, washed his hands, and walked into the bedroom again.

Zhu Yao didn't dare to look up at her back at all, but just lowered his head to listen to her crackling footsteps.

Until the sound of slippers came back again: "Here, pajamas."

"You're a little taller than me, but you should be able to wear it in your size."

Zhu Yao raised his finger, and the fingertips trembled slightly.

The author says:

What a little angel said yesterday was right!This rounding up is the same! =v=

感谢在2021-09-2216:45:43~2021-09-2317:01:13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 landmine: 1 welcome;

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