Time makes you fall

◎Pajamas◎

Zhu Yao looked down at the pajamas in his hand.

It was white and soft, with gentle folds on the cuffs and trousers, and a light gray piping on the pocket, embroidered with an unknown but delicate flower.

The sharp needle that embroidered the little flower seemed to pierce Zhu Yao's heart——

If Shang Xiaoran went to buy pajamas, he would probably choose this style.

But Zhuyao's own pajamas are just old T-shirts, which have been pulled and deformed by the washing machine after washing too many times, becoming thin and long.

From the previous fit, it has become loose and hangs down to the thighs.

One of her favorites, light gray, maybe it used to be dark gray, but it has faded to light gray from too many washes, and there is a small hole on the left shoulder due to the thinning of the material.

Whenever he sees a wonderful place in animation or manga, Zhu Yao always likes to put his left index finger into that hole unconsciously.

Picking back and forth.

Zhu Yinglan even scolded her for this: "Sloppy, not a girl!"

Zhu Yao counterattacked at the time: "I want you to take care of it!"

The sad fact is that every time I go to the bookstore on the fifth floor of the shopping mall, I will pass by a counter selling underwear and pajamas. The styles inside are probably the same as what Qu Qingcheng handed over tonight.

In Zhu Yinglan's words, it is a very girly style.

Every time Zhu Yao passed by the counter, he pretended to walk in a hurry without looking sideways.

But this did not prevent her from seeing mothers with various hairstyles and their teenage daughters picking and choosing at the counter countless times.

What style do you like.

What size fits.

ABC is the size of the breast cup, and 323436 is the length of the buckle.

That is the knowledge that Zhu Yao has never mastered. It is as difficult and jerky as an astronaut roaming in space. Together with the love that has been completely lost since the age of nine, it is lost in the depths of the long river of time.

Seeing Zhu Yao staring at the pajamas in a daze, Qu Qingcheng asked, "Why, don't you like it?"

Zhu Yao shook her head, but she didn't know how to say: "Teacher Qu."

"Can you accompany me to buy underwear?"

As soon as the words came out, Zhu Yao was taken aback.

This overly intimate request sounds too strange, blurring the boundaries of identity, and in a sense, also filling the gap between Zhu Yao's current self and the longing self.

Qu Qingcheng will definitely refuse.

Qu Qingcheng must feel that he is a weirdo.

Zhu Yao slumped his head and made mental preparations.

But I heard Qu Qingcheng gently say in a particularly pleasant southern accent: "Okay."

Zhu Yao looked up in surprise: "You... agreed?"

"You kid." Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Could it be that your request is not for the other party to agree, but for the other party to refuse?"

"……no."

"When your legs can walk, I will accompany you."

"I can leave tomorrow."

"It takes three days to change the dressing."

"It doesn't hurt the knee joint, and it doesn't affect walking."

Qu Qingcheng finally smiled: "Let's see how your legs will look tomorrow."

******

late at night.

Zhu Yao was lying on the sofa alone, covered with the quilt that Qu Qingcheng found for her.

If you smell it hard, you can smell a faint smell of mothballs on it.

Zhu Yao couldn't fall asleep, so he just stared at the ceiling.But in the dark night, when the lights are turned off, I can't see anything clearly. I can only hear the slight rustling sound of the trees outside the window being blown by the night wind.

quiet night.

Just now Qu Qingcheng originally wanted Zhu Yao to sleep on the bed and sleep on the sofa by himself, but Zhu Yao insisted that "if I sleep on the bed, I will go home", so he gave up.

Although Qu Qingcheng's house has a lot of rooms, it looks like it doesn't plan any guests to visit, and it's pretended to be various functional rooms without a single extra bed.

As for the sleeping song and clear bed, even if all the sheets and pillowcases were replaced with freshly washed ones, she would be so nervous that she would suffer a cerebral hemorrhage and die.

kill her.

She has long hands and long feet, and now she is wearing Qu Qingcheng underwear. The thin wrists and ankles typical of girls are exposed from the not-so-long cuffs and trousers, rubbing against the soft quilt.

Zhu Yao was thinking about Qu Qingcheng's gentle gesture to change her dressing tonight.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Such carefulness, together with the quilt that smelled of mothballs, the newly found toothbrush and the bath towel with the fragrance of laundry detergent, condensed into an eighteen-stroke word in Zhu Yao's heart.

"pet."

Perhaps one step further, it is "preference".

The self I want to be, the preference for the self I hate now, make my yearning no longer seem so far away.

The once dull and pale adolescence began to glisten like the gold leaf of the Happy Prince.

Maybe, one day, I can become an adult like Qu Qingcheng.

Zhu Yao was caught in the entanglement of "If I knew that Qu Qingcheng was going to change her dressing, should I shave my calf?", she fell asleep unknowingly.

******

Early the next morning, Zhu Yao woke up with a slight noise.

Qu Qingcheng went lightly to the living room to get his bag, and when he wanted to see if Zhu Yao on the sofa had been woken up, he happened to meet Zhu Yao's confused eyes.

Qu Qingcheng smiled lightly and asked, "Did it wake you up?"

Zhu Yao sat up all of a sudden.

Then he thought that he was wearing pajamas and his hair must be messed up like a bird's nest, so he lay down again and pulled the quilt over his head.

Her sleeping appearance has always been dishonest, I don't know if Qu Qingcheng saw it just now.

Zhu Yao's ears felt hot in an oxygen-deficient environment.

No matter how she thought about the fact that she woke up at Mr. Qu's house in the morning, it seemed too unreal.

There was a real smile in the clear voice outside the quilt: "Since you're awake, get up."

The curtains opened with a "swish", heralding the beginning of a new day.

A brand new day with Qu Qingcheng.

Zhu Yao hesitated for a while, took advantage of Qu Qingcheng's going to the kitchen, quickly slipped to the bathroom to wash his hair, and changed back into his own clothes.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I finally knew how to put my hands and feet.

Just at this time Qu Qingcheng walked out of the kitchen, Zhu Yao handed over the folded pajamas: "This..."

Qu Qingcheng took it with a smile: "I'll put it away for you first, you have to wear it tonight."

Looking at Zhu Yao again: "Do you want to change clothes? There should be my sweater and jeans from college..."

She walked into the bedroom with her pajamas, and after a while, she came out with a white sweater and a pair of light blue jeans: "Are these okay?"

Zhu Yao nodded: "Thank you."

"Thank you, Teacher Qu."

"Ok?"

"Why don't you always call me Teacher Qu?" Qu Qingcheng asked with a smile: "I finally became a teacher, and it's time to enjoy it."

Zhu Yao smiled, and went into the bathroom with the underwear that Qu Qingcheng gave her.

******

Breakfast is easy to deal with, and the work song Qingcheng with hot milk and toast can do it.

After eating, Zhu Yao thought that he didn't bring a computer, and it would be a bit troublesome to watch animations and play games, but he soon realized that he was thinking too much.

Because Qu Qingcheng asked her with a smile; "Didn't you bring your homework?"

"Ah."

"I'll lend you one. I have two Chinese composition questions and reading comprehension questions. I have them here. I'll lend them to you together."

"You have to do it yourself, you can't copy it."

Zhu Yao: ...

Qu Qingcheng smiled complacently: "This is the price you paid for eating the middle piece of watermelon yesterday. You have been bribed by me."

Really to die.

Zhu Yao stared at the homework book Qu Qingcheng gave her and said, "There are still pens."

"I didn't bring a pen either."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I know."

The two sat together at the desk, fortunately Qu Qingcheng's house was big, and the desk was also big, so it didn't look crowded at all with a corner for Zhu Yao.

To be honest, it seems a bit too big for Qu Qingcheng to live alone in such two floors.

Zhu Yao stared at the reading comprehension question in front of him: "In the author's eyes, what kind of person is Liu Hezhen? Please answer briefly based on the information in the text."

Listening to the sound of Qu Qingcheng typing on the computer keyboard to prepare lessons, Zhu Yao's thoughts changed from "what kind of person Liu Hezhen is" to "what kind of person is Qu Qingcheng".

When did you come to Beicheng?

Are your parents also in Beicheng?

Why does a person live in such a big house?

Is there someone you like?

Zhu Yao had problems in his mind one after another, biting the cap of the pen in his hand.

Qu Qingcheng stretched out his hand, bent his slender fingers into a beautiful arc, and tapped on the table: "Don't bite the cap of your pen."

Zhu Yao smiled and let go of her mouth.

Qu Qingcheng looks like a teacher.

A white and bookish side face.

Glasses with thin metal rims.

Even the little lock of hair hanging from the sideburns.

All of these make Zhu Yao's empty yearning condense into concrete reality.

All the good expectations for the future, turned into a real Qu Qingcheng.

Zhu Yao's back was sweating, and he couldn't ask any of the questions that kept popping up in his mind.

******

At twelve o'clock, Qu Qingcheng was going to pack lunch at the tea restaurant yesterday.

Zhu Yao suggested: "For porridge, you can make it yourself."

"I won't." Qu Qingcheng asked, "Will you?"

"Let's do it."

"Yes, yes, no, no." Qu Qingcheng smiled: "What do you mean, right?"

"Yes, I can, but I rarely do it. Usually, the nanny does the cooking."

Zhu Yao scratched her head: "Besides, I don't like to eat either."

"Then what do you like to eat?"

"Coke and potato chips."

Qu Qingcheng laughed, showing his white teeth: "You little kid."

The two decided to try it.

Zhu Yao directed Qu Qingcheng to wash how much rice, how much water to add, and cracked two eggs in it.

"Just wait?" Qu Qingcheng looked forward to watching the rice cooker.

"Ah."

5 minutes passed.

Zhu Yao: "...Well, you don't have to stand here to watch it all the time, it will take four to 10 minutes to cook."

Even with the "Quick Cook" mode on, it still takes four to ten minutes.

Qu Qingcheng reacted, and laughed himself to death: "Ah, yes, so stupid."

Take Zhuyao back to the living room, continue to prepare lessons by himself, and Zhuyao continues to do the questions.

It was Zhu Yao who first smelled the smell coming from his nose.

She put away her pen and stood up: "Oops!" and ran to the kitchen.

Qu Qingcheng followed behind her: "Be careful with your legs!"

Zhu Yao ran to the rice cooker, and the burnt smell became more obvious, she quickly opened it: "..."

Qu Qingcheng, who came one step behind her, laughed loudly: "Zhu Yao, didn't you say you can cook?"

Zhu Yao blushed in embarrassment at Qu Qingcheng's laughter.

Qu Qingcheng smiled enough to comfort her softly: "It's all right."

Until 2021, the current Zhu Yao no longer knows how many meals and porridge he has cooked for Qu Qingcheng.

She still couldn't figure out what was wrong with the rice cooker on the afternoon of October 2016, [-], and how it could be completely messed up.

Memory is a very interesting thing. Up to now, what exactly he ate after that meal has been blurred in Zhu Yao's mind.

Only the burnt smell, accompanied by Qu Qingcheng's light laughter, remained in Zhu Yao's mind.

No matter when I think of it, it is still fresh as new.

The author says:

In order to avoid the holiday crowd, I will enter v first tomorrow~ Thank you little angels for your support! TAT you are my motivation~

感谢在2021-09-2317:01:13~2021-09-2410:49:03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: 1 welcome;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of forgotten password countless times;

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