Time makes you fall

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In the afternoon, Qu Qingcheng suggested that Zhu Yao tell her her home address, and she would help Zhu Yao get homework from other subjects.

Zhu Yao: "Just do it after you get home."

"You can just copy it after you get home." Qu Qingcheng gave her a light look: "You only have one day left after you go home, how can you have time to do it?"

"No copying, I'll let you eat all the watermelon, you just cook it yourself right in front of my eyes."

Zhu Yao thought to himself, is a piece of watermelon so effective?

But she dared not say this slander.

After thinking about it, I suggested: "Why don't you take me out to buy... clothes, and then go home to pick up my homework."

"Where can your legs go?"

"I can still run at noon today."

Qu Qingcheng laughed: "Alright then."

"But you can't run, walk slowly."

******

Qu Qingcheng drove slowly in the long line of moving one meter in 10 minutes during the small holiday.

The girl with long hands and long legs was sitting next to her in the co-pilot, and her leg, which had just been replaced with medicine, exuded a hospital-like atmosphere.

He propped his elbows on the car window, turned his head all the time, and didn't know what he was looking out of the window.

And those gray vehicles waiting to be irritable can't really constitute any scenery.

She called out, "Zhu Yao."

"Ok?"

He answered with his mouth, but his head was always looking out of the window.

"What comics do you usually read in class?"

"..."

"I don't mean to criticize you, just to ask."

"See everything."

"What are you looking at when you watch everything? What subject matter?"

"...It's a long story."

"Speak slowly."

"...It's not very easy to describe."

"I watched an old movie two days ago." Qu Qingcheng started talking to Xu Xu while holding the steering wheel, and then asked, "Have you watched it?"

The girl's bent knee moved: "No."

I don't know if I haven't seen it, or I just want to end this topic quickly.

A tightly pursed, stubborn mouth that cannot be pried open.

Qu Qingcheng smiled silently in the warm autumn sun coming through the windshield, and carefully helped Zhu Yao put down the sun visor in front of the co-pilot.

The girl froze for a moment, then turned her head to stare out the window and said "thank you".

Qu Qingcheng smiled; "You're welcome."

Absolute silence was restored in the car again.

It is so quiet that Qu Qingcheng can see fine floating dust in front of my eyes, floating in wisps of warm yellow radial sunlight.

The air was basked in the unique smell formed by the quilt in the sun.

"Zhu Yao."

"Ok?"

"You really don't like talking."

"……Um."

Contrary to Shang Xiaoran, who would take the initiative to find topics to chat with in a humorous way, and the 10 minutes she asked each time between classes was as short as an instant.

This is that no matter what topic is asked, it can be ended in a second, and every minute of being together is stretched infinitely long.

In those gaps of time, it is filled with the burnt smell of failed porridge cooking, the undulating dust floating up and down in the air, and the girl's "um" popping out from her lips from time to time.

It gradually overlaps with the adolescent self in Qu Qingcheng's mind.

Clumsy silent bewildered.

Awkward, nervous, and extraordinarily cute.

The one I can never get back, that self.

******

Qu Qingcheng finally drove the car to the shopping mall, stepping on the brakes all the way until his foot went limp.

Zhu Yao said that the counter was at the corner of the elevator on the third floor, and Qu Qingcheng went up with her.

"Are your legs okay?"

"no problem."

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Go slow."

"Ah."

The girl's awkward footsteps became more and more awkward as she approached the underwear counter, and she blushed before she could speak.

Qu Qingcheng stepped forward: "We want to choose two underwear..."

The shopping guide enthusiastically greeted him: "What style do you want?"

Qu Qingcheng was negotiating with the shopping guide in a warm voice, while Zhu Yao stood two steps apart, lowering his head and pinching his fingertips.

Qu Qingcheng picked out two simple underwear, and the shopping guide asked again, "What's the size?"

Qu Qingcheng took a look at the tall and thin girl beside her. The girl's blushing face became even more red and purple at this moment.

Qu Qingcheng told the shopping guide softly, "Try 34A first."

After the shopping guide took out the underwear, Zhu Yao snatched it with his head down, and sneaked into the fitting room like a thief.

Qu Qingcheng thought for a while, then walked over and knocked on the door lightly: "Zhu Yao."

The girl's voice sounded in a panic: "Huh?"

"Would you... know how to try it on?" Qu Qingcheng asked hesitantly, "Look at the wall of the fitting room, there should be a detailed step-by-step diagram."

"……Know it!"

With the characteristic impatient tone of teenagers who dislike the nagging of their elders.

Mixed with great shyness, the girl's voice became slightly higher than usual.

Qu Qingcheng smiled, and sat back on the sofa outside the fitting room to wait.

She knew that what the girl was hanging on the hook in the fitting room was a small white sling without a steel ring.

It's okay to wear it after adulthood, but it's not good for X to wear such shapeless underwear during the developmental period of girls.

After Zhu Yao inexplicably asked to accompany her to buy underwear last night, and she accidentally caught a glimpse of the little suspender while Zhu Yao was taking a bath.

Qu Qingcheng was sure that Zhu Yao had never worn a pair of underwire bras of the right size.

She knew from Lao Fang that Zhu Yao was in a single-parent family, and her mother had a big business.

A lot of attention and companionship were quietly lost in those gaps that Zhu Yinglan herself hadn't noticed, along with her resentment and hatred for her ex-husband.

Like an hourglass that has never made any movement, it gradually gathers sand into a tower.

In such neglect and indifference, Zhu Yao grew into a 17-year-old girl who looks just like an adult.

Putting on the school uniform, she looks no different from Shang Xiaoran and other girls in the class.

but.

But she didn't even wear a piece of underwear that was the right size for her.

Qu Qingcheng took a sip of the lemonade that the shopping guide poured her, and her heart became infinitely sour like a swollen lemon at the bottom of the glass.

Until Zhu Yao blushed and walked out of the fitting room holding two underwear, muttering in a low voice, "The size is right".

Qu Qingcheng tried his best to soften his voice to the limit of what he could do: "Zhu Yao."

"Would you like some ice cream?"

******

The girl who walked to the ice cream counter was speechless, with a kind of helplessness of "Why are you still so childish when you are an adult".

Qu Qingcheng smiled and asked Zhu Yao, "What flavor do you want?"

"casual."

"Choose quickly."

"It's really casual."

"Then let me help you choose a super dark flavor."

"...the strawberries are ready."

Qu Qingcheng looked around at the menu: "Then I want peaches."

Zhu Yao glanced at her.

"how?"

"Nothing." Zhu Yao: "I was just thinking about your favorite fruit."

"A lot." Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Peaches, strawberries, grapes, cherries..."

"I know, I know."

Two small paper boxes were handed over to Qu Qingcheng, and Qu Qingcheng handed the strawberry-flavored box to Zhu Yao.

Pointing to the small round table next to him: "Sit down and eat before leaving, just let your legs rest for a while."

"Ah."

The two walked to the table and sat opposite each other.

Zhu Yao lowered his head the whole time, scooping up the ice cream in front of him one by one.

"Is it delicious?"

"good."

"Is it delicious?"

"...It's okay to say."

"Is it delicious?"

"...It's delicious, right?"

Qu Qingcheng laughed: "You kid, how can you say it's okay if the teacher invites you to eat?"

"If you say it's delicious, it's delicious, thank you Teacher Qu."

Zhu Yao looked up at her speechlessly, then lowered her head again.

Qu Qingcheng melted the ice cream in his mouth, smiling all the time.

The sweetness of the ice cream really dilutes the lemon-like sourness in my heart just now.

Looking at Zhu Yao's speechless expression, it was really hard to tell whether the ice cream had comforted Zhu Yao or herself.

Until Zhu Yao held up the paper box in front of her: "Eat?"

Qu Qingcheng was taken aback.

"Don't you also like strawberry flavor?"

"Thank you then."

Qu Qingcheng dug a spoonful with his own spoon, the taste of strawberries melted in his mouth, it seemed to be a little sweeter than peaches.

Qu Qingcheng also raised his own box: "Will you try it too?"

"Need not."

"Try it, it tastes quite different."

"...I said no."

"Young people should be brave to try! Don't be so closed!"

Zhu Yao pursed her lips before raising the spoon.

Qianqian took a spoonful and put it into her mouth reluctantly.

"Is it delicious?"

"...It's delicious, thank you Teacher Qu."

Qu Qingcheng laughed to death: "Children can be taught."

"Next time I will ask you instead."

"How can I do that? You are a child and I belong to an elder."

"But you invited me to eat so many things." Zhu Yao counted on his fingers: "Taro ball milk tea, cola, yogurt, bean paste buns, ice cream..."

"You also invited me to eat a lot." Qu Qingcheng also counted on his fingers: "Bread stuffed with red bean paste, strawberry yogurt..."

I remember it very clearly.

"And the medical expenses for the leg injury, I will pay you back."

"The money that should be paid by you must be paid by you. Didn't you pay for the clothes you bought today?" Qu Qingcheng insisted: "But your leg injury is caused by me taking you out to play, so I must be responsible."

Zhu Yao wanted to say something else.

Qu Qingcheng stood up directly: "Let's go, let's go, it's not good to talk about it."

"Can……"

"Then let you treat me to something next time, okay?"

"What to eat?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "We'll talk about it later when I think about what I want to eat."

Zhu Yao had no choice but to stand up with the paper bag containing underwear: "Then, it's a deal."

"It's a word."

******

The time soon came to the afternoon of October 10.

I wish Yaoyao the last day when her leg injury needs to be changed.

After dinner tonight, Qu Qingcheng can take her back to his home.

These few days Zhu Yao was doing homework at Qu Qingcheng's house, biting the tip of his pen and doing it to death.

Qu Qingcheng sighed together with her: "Who told you to always read comics in class!"

"Don't read it in the future, okay?"

"As much as possible."

Qu Qingcheng glared at her: "Your words are exactly the same as 'come out for dinner sometime later'!"

Zhu Yao smiled: "I really tried my best."

Qu Qingcheng pointed to a multiple-choice math question: "Let's not talk about it, why did you choose A for this question?"

Zhu Yao: "This..."

In fact, the teachers of the eleven subjects did not leave much homework this time. Qu Qingcheng stared at Zhu Yao until noon on October [-]th, and finally finished it.

Qu Qingcheng suggested: "Relax in the afternoon?"

"what?"

"Let's watch a movie." Qu Qingcheng thought for a while: "Didn't you never watch the movie that Shang Xiaoran talked about the day I went to the botanical garden?"

"Let's watch it together, it's very beautiful."

Zhu Yao didn't know how to respond for a while.

The movie that I have seen clearly, but deliberately said I haven't seen it.

Qu Qingcheng had already found the movie on the on-demand channel.

The familiar classic melody sounded, and Zhu Yao silently followed the beat in his heart.

When seeing a funny scene, Qu Qingcheng squeezed the remote control and laughed.

Zhu Yao said unintentionally: "That roommate in shorts is going to open the door again soon."

There was a short silence, but it was suffocating.

The movie on the TV is still playing, but it has become a chaotic background sound.

Zhu Yao's feet were curled up tightly in the slippers, and the blood rushing to her brain instantly made her toes feel as cold as lifeless pebbles.

Qu Qingcheng said softly beside her: "...so you have seen this movie."

Zhu Yao's mind went blank: "...ah."

I've seen it, actually.