Time makes you fall

◎Tattoo◎

"Little girl, tattoos?"

"Uh... just take a look first."

The heater has been turned on in the tattoo shop, and the boss is still wearing a vest until late autumn, revealing a dark flower arm, which complements the nose ring on the left nostril.

It was the first time for Zhu Yao to come to this kind of environment, so he was a little apprehensive, so he just responded casually.

When looking into the store, Zhu Yao was still thinking, maybe Qu Qingcheng came here to find someone, after all, who Qu Qingcheng knew, Zhu Yao didn't know anything except Mr. Zheng and Yang Shenghan.

Until she saw Qu Qingcheng sitting on a tattoo chair, with his back to the door, his long straight black hair hanging down one shoulder, revealing half of his white shoulder.

He took off the white cashmere sweater with a high collar, and a thin collarless shirt as a base layer. At this time, he unbuttoned half of it, and the semi-transparent material hung over his shoulders.

Zhu Yao only took one look, then quickly looked away.

Somehow, Qu Qingcheng's white shoulders made her feel a kind of sincere fear from the bottom of her heart.

It was similar to the fear caused by Shang Xiaoran forcing her into a corner, but it was stronger. Something like hot magma was slowly flowing in her heart, and it was about to break through the indifferent human shell on the surface and rush out.

The gender consciousness that was about to awaken was temporarily suppressed by Zhu Yao's averted eyes and instinctive avoidance.

But just that one glance gave Zhu Yao an earth-shattering shock.

It turns out...it's not the first time Qu Qingcheng has tattooed.

Outside the place where the tattoo artist was operating, Zhu Yao had already seen more complicated patterns extending towards the white back.

Like some fine and dense rivers with sprawling tributaries, carrying the light, dust and fallen leaves deposited in the past years, they flow to unknown hidden corners.

"Zhu Yao?"

Qu Qingcheng might have been aroused by the boss's "little girl" and turned around to see Zhu Yao's expression in surprise.

Zhu Yao: "Qu..."

The word "teacher" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter it. One reason was that it seemed a little bad to expose Qu Qingcheng's teacher status in such an environment.

The second is because Qu Qingcheng took off his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a cold and good-looking face that is completely opposite to usual.Leaving aside the beauty sealed by the glasses, what shocked Zhu Yao even more was the intuition gushing from the bottom of his heart——

Perhaps Qu Qingcheng is not a person who is as quiet and gentle as a deep pool.

Qu Qingcheng asked Zhu Yao, "Are you here for a tattoo?"

Zhu Yao: "No..."

Qu Qingcheng nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and pointed to a chair behind him: "Sit there and wait for me."

Zhu Yao walked over silently and sat down, lowering her head, staring at the artificially rough cement gray floor of the tattoo shop.

Amidst the buzzing of tattoo needles, Zhu Yao heard the braided tattoo artist chatting with Qu Qingcheng: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"That's right." The tattoo artist smiled: "You've got so many tattoos before, you're an old gun."

Qu Qingcheng smiled lightly.

"Hey, what do you have tattooed before, what do they mean?"

"It doesn't have any special meaning." Qu Qingcheng said, "They were all randomly selected from the tattoo album."

"Ah? There are really few customers like you haha. By the way, you are also today..." The tattoo artist said: "Just point at the picture book, and this tattoo will be decided."

"It's so casual haha."

Zhu Yao, who had been silent with his chin resting on his side, suddenly said, "Where is it so casual?"

The tattooist froze for a moment.

"Who is this little girl? Your sister?" he asked.

Qu Qingcheng let out a "huh".

"Hey enough character."

"Yeah."

"Are you from the south? You have a nice accent..."

More meaningless chatting voices are submerged in the constant frequency of tattoo needles, turning into meaningless background sounds, which exist only to set off Zhu Yao's self-questioning voice in his head is getting sharper——

Passionate and jealous.Deep scheming.Cold outside and hot inside.

Those words that describe the characteristics of Scorpio, those words that seem to have nothing to do with Qu Qingcheng.

Has any of them crossed the long gentle river that flows on the surface of Qu Qingcheng, and poked at the sharp truth that is densely covered with reefs?

What kind of person is the gentle and gentle Teacher Qu Qingcheng?

******

I don't know how long I waited, but the chairs in the tattoo shop were a bit short. Zhu Yao sat with her legs bent, and her feet gradually became numb.

Until the pigtail tattoo artist finally said: "Okay!"

Qu Qingcheng: "Thank you."

There was a rustling sound of dressing.

When she appeared in front of Zhu Yao again, she had already put on the high-necked white cashmere sweater, and put her thin gold-rimmed glasses back on the bridge of her nose.

The smile on his face became gentle again, and the cold turning back before was like Zhu Yao's illusion for a short time.

Wen Sheng asked Zhu Yao: "Have you left?"

Zhu Yao nodded and stood up.

Qu Qingcheng went to the front desk to pay, the boss with a big flower arm said to Qu Qingcheng with a cigarette in his mouth, "Sister, the tattoo is strong enough!"

Qu Qingcheng just smiled lightly, Zhu Yao looked at her gentle side face, and even felt that the boss's snarky words were incompatible with her.

Qu Qingcheng took Zhu Yao out of the tattoo shop.

"Isn't it cold?"

"Ok?"

"The school uniform is always on, and I don't wear it."

"Oh."

Now it can be worn, when her secret stalking has been exposed in front of Qu Qingcheng's eyes.

Qu Qingcheng looked left and right: "Do you want to eat chestnuts?"

"what?"

"There's a stall for frying chestnuts over there." Qu Qingcheng walked over with Zhu Yao, and said to the stall owner in a soft voice, "Grandpa, weigh a catty for us."

"Big and small?"

"Big ones." Qu Qingcheng smiled and said, "Help us weigh the freshly baked ones."

Even the "thank you" at the end of the sentence has a soft southern tone, just like when Zhu Yao first met her.

Qu Qingcheng held the brown paper bag in his hand, and walked slowly side by side with Zhu Yao in the late autumn night: "It's so hot."

Passing by a bench by the side of the road: "Sit for a while? Eat some chestnuts."

"It won't taste good after a while."

Zhu Yao followed and sat down, and Qu Qingcheng stuffed a round fried chestnut into her hand.

The chestnut shell stuck with honey burned Zhu Yao's fingerprints, and gradually melted her lips frozen by Qu Qingcheng's cold expression, she could speak: "I'm here because..."

"Could you be following me?" Qu Qingcheng stuffed a chestnut into his mouth and said with a smile.

Zhu Yao nodded.

"Zhu Yao, have you ever liked anyone?"

Zhu Yao was startled and shook his head.

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "That's right, you are still a child."

She took back the chestnut that Zhu Yao had been pinching in her hand all this time, and pinching it with her slender fingers, the chestnut shell cracked a crack.

Qu Qingcheng peeled out Huang Chengcheng's chestnut meat and stuffed it into Zhu Yao's hands: "It won't taste good if you don't eat it."

Zhu Yao silently stuffed the chestnuts into his mouth.

This is indeed the time when chestnuts are at their best.The outer belt is a bit crispy and tough, but the inside is extremely soft, turning into powder and lingering around the tip of the tongue, like someone's heart, revealing two different textures inside and outside.

"What about you?"

"what?"

"That's... have you ever liked anyone?" Zhu Yao asked.

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I don't know either."

The air became silent again, with a gentle and noisy wind. When people let down their vigilance a little bit, they ruthlessly brushed the broken hair on the forehead of people. The nearby stand of fried chestnuts, the crackling sound of amomum kernels in the pot was like a scene. A small explosion.

Qu Qingcheng peeled the chestnuts silently, stuffed one for Zhu Yao, and stuffed another into his mouth.

Zhu Yao looked at the paper bag that Qu Qingcheng asked for from the boss, the broken chestnut shells were getting thicker and thicker, and the brown skins were like fallen leaves crushed by chaotic steps.

"Are you hungry?"

Qu Qingcheng reacted normally, and said with a smile, "Did I eat a lot?"

"Oh, I'm going to be so fat now, do you know that six chestnuts are equal to a bowl of white rice?"

Zhu Yao shook his head, Qu Qingcheng smiled.

If there were no dinner and tattoo shop tonight, Zhu Yao would probably think that this was an extremely peaceful and beautiful night. Qu Qingcheng's gentle smile turned into amber, and the sweet aroma wrapped in chestnuts was enough to be stored in Zhu Yao's memory for a long time.

However, at this moment, she was staring at the black spots on Qu Qingcheng's white fingertips, which were stained with honey from the shell after peeling too many chestnuts.

Zhu Yao's stomach was heavy from eating too many chestnuts, reminding her that everything tonight was not an illusion.

Until the ringtone of Qu Qingcheng's mobile phone pierced Zhu Yao's trance, Qu Qingcheng glanced at his dirty fingers and answered, "Mom."

"Thank you."

Was Qu Qingcheng's mother calling to wish her a happy birthday?

Zhu Yao stood up and walked aside consciously.

She put her hands in the pockets of her school uniform trousers, lowered her head and kicked a small stone on the side of the road, but couldn't help but glance at Qu Qingcheng on the bench.

There was always a gentle smile on his face, and he was talking softly.

Zhu Yao suddenly thought—even if her relationship with Zhu Yinglan was so bad, would she be polite enough to say "thank you" to Zhu Yinglan?

If the empty sky and the dark house every day, Zhu Yao has not alienated Zhu Yinglan so far.

What kind of mood did Naqu Qingcheng have to say "thank you" to his mother?

******

"Zhu Yao."

Qu Qingcheng called Zhu Yao from a distance, but Zhu Yao buried his head a little lower instead, as if he didn't peek at Qu Qingcheng or hear her call.

So hypocritical.

It wasn't until Qu Qingcheng called "Zhu Yao" again that he pretended to hear it and looked over.

Qu Qingcheng smiled and waved at her, and Zhu Yao walked over slowly.

"Go home? I'll see you off, but you have to walk back to the western restaurant and drive with me."

"it is good."

Qu Qingcheng stood up, wrapped the remaining half of a bag of chestnuts and held them in his hands.

She didn't ask why Zhu Yao followed her, just like Zhu Yao didn't ask her what happened to Yang Shenghan who suddenly appeared tonight.

In the gentle and noisy wind, the two walked past the chestnut stand, the rice cracker candy stand, and the roasted sweet potato stand.

When you walk to the yellow street lamps, you will drag out a foggy tunnel in front of your eyes. If you walk along, this road will never end, and you can go all the way to the end of time.

However, sooner than Zhu Yao imagined, R Western Restaurant appeared in front of her.

Qu Qingcheng walked over and asked the doorman to drive out the car, and took Zhu Yao into the car.

Wipe your fingers with a wet tissue and start the car: "Zhu Yao, thank you tonight."

Thank her for what?

Suddenly, Zhu Yao's eyes were misty in the warm yellow light from the windshield.

******

Zhu Yao didn't understand for a long time why the 17-year-old always had such a sad mood when facing Qu Qingcheng.

There is a little sadness in happiness, a little sadness in tension, and a little sadness in anger.

That kind of sadness is sometimes more, sometimes less, sometimes thicker, sometimes lighter, but it is like a layer of fog floating on the surface of a vast lake, always lingering.

It was as if she didn't understand why she, who was sitting in Qu Qingcheng's co-pilot, would close her eyes and pretend to be asleep.

Leaning his head on the back of the seat, his face turned to the side of the car window, leaving only one ear looming in the long hair for Qu Qingcheng, listening to Qu Qingcheng chuckled softly: "This kid."

She thought she was really asleep, and her voice was much quieter than usual.

Zhu Yao closed her eyes, feeling a gust of warm wind blowing in front of her, as if Qu Qingcheng was afraid that she would fall asleep and catch a cold, so he turned on the heater and air conditioner.

Zhu Yao listened to the slight whine of the air conditioner, and the subtle sound of car tires rubbing against the road. Qu Qingcheng's car stopped and went, and she drove softly, so that Zhu Yao couldn't tell whether it was a red light or a car. traffic jam.

It's probably not a traffic jam, it's past eleven o'clock.

The eyelids, which were always closed, became warm yellow for a while because of the passing streetlights beside the viaduct, and then darkened again.Time and space completely lost their definition and meaning in Zhu Yao's perception.

Even the hands and feet became light and light, floating in the world that was warm yellow for a while and then darkened.

Time has no end.The world loses its identity.

Until the car stopped slowly again, perhaps while waiting for another red light, Qu Qingcheng sighed softly, and called her in a very small voice: "Zhu Yao."

Zhu Yao's deliberately relaxed shoulders tightened: Qu Qingcheng found out that she was pretending to be asleep?

She quickly judged from Qu Qingcheng's light tone that it was not, Qu Qingcheng was talking to her who was asleep.

He said something he didn't want her to hear when she was awake—

"Do you think I can be a good teacher like this?"

******

Zhu Yao didn't expect that he would really fall asleep later.

In a daze, she heard Qu Qingcheng calling her very gently in her ear: "Zhu Yao, Zhu Yao."

Singing like an elf on a tree, wrapped in leaves and unable to see clearly, the pure voice is enough to place all people's yearning.

"Wake up, you're home."

Zhu Yao regretted the moment he opened his eyes: "I... fell asleep."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Isn't it good to fall asleep? There's nothing to do on the road."

not like this.

Zhu Yao's toes curled up tightly in the sneakers.

When he was asleep, he couldn't hear Qu Qingcheng who was driving the car, and what he said that he didn't want his awake self to hear.

Maybe not a word.

There may be many, many sentences.

Only one sentence remained in Zhu Yao's mind: "Zhu Yao."

"Do you think I can be a good teacher like this?"

******

Qu Qingcheng said: "It's getting late, go home and take a shower and sleep."

Zhu Yao dragged her schoolbag and got off Qu Qingcheng's car.

Qu Qingcheng was very polite, got off the driver's seat, and watched Zhu Yao enter the building with a smile.

Zhu Yao took two steps, suddenly made up his mind, turned around and walked back to the car.

Qu Qingcheng was about to open the door to get in the car, when he saw Zhu Yao coming back, he stopped his movements and smiled, "Did you forget something?"

Zhu Yao shook his head: "Teacher Qu, it's not past twelve o'clock yet."

"so?"

"Let me give you a birthday present."

Qu Qingcheng smiled and said, "I really can't accept gifts from students, and your class has already given me cakes today."

Zhu Yao shook his head again: "I gave this to you myself, you must be willing to accept it."

Qu Qingcheng looked at her with a smile, his fair face seemed transparent under the moonlight.

Zhu Yao said, "I won't wear earphones in class anymore, okay?"

"I won't copy my homework anymore, I will do it myself."

"OK?"

Qu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Why are you so obedient?"

Zhu Yao said calmly, "I just want to give you a birthday present."

Qu Qingcheng's smile deepened: "Then I'll accept it." His clear eyes may be brighter than the moonlight condensed in them.

Zhu Yao nodded: "OK."

"Take it."

******

When Zhuyao walked into the classroom carrying pancakes and fruit on Monday, not only Shang Xiaoran glanced at her, but even the neighbor at the table who had never spoken much also glanced at her.

But no one spoke to her.

Zhu Yao hid behind the textbook and finished biting the pancakes, waiting for the third Chinese class.

When Qu Qingcheng walked into the classroom, he was obviously taken aback.

Zhu Yao hid her face behind the textbook, her ears turned slightly red.

Qu Qingcheng said with a smile: "Today we will talk about "Say 'Konoha'."

Zhu Yao originally thought that Qu Qingcheng would come to her to answer questions, but Qu Qingcheng didn't. After class, she left with the textbooks in her arms.

Because today Shang Xiaoran didn't go to the podium to ask Qu Qingcheng a question, but stood by Zhu Yao's desk.

It seemed as if he had endured it all morning: "Why did you tie up your hair?"

Staring at Zhu Yao's long straight black hair, a ponytail was tied casually behind his head, and two pointed ears were exposed, like elves.

"Just change your hairstyle."

"why?"

"No reason."

Shang Xiaoran pursed her lips: "Does it have anything to do with Teacher Qu?"

"What nonsense."

Shang Xiaoran wanted to say something else, but Tang Nuo called her at the door of the classroom: "Xiaoran!"

It seemed that because Shang Xiaoran was speaking to Zhu Yao, there was obvious disdain in his tone.

Shang Xiaoran took another look at Zhu Yao and left.

******

Qu Qingcheng still didn't say a word to Zhu Yao during the Chinese evening self-study on Monday.

It seems that it is an ordinary teacher-student relationship. In the eyes of no one, the taciturn Zhu Yao is not as favored as the charming and cheerful Shang Xiaoran in front of Qu Qingcheng.

Shang Xiaoran is the kind of girl with good grades, good looks, and a good family background. She is a special favor when she was created. She easily has everything that ordinary girls want, so that even jealousy seems superfluous.

She smiled and asked Qu Qingcheng for the only wrong question on the Chinese test paper, and then talked about a movie she watched during the break between studies: "The heroine is really beautiful and handsome!"

"Have you seen Teacher Qu?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I have seen it."

Everyone seemed to have no temper for Shang Xiaoran occupying Qu Qingcheng's time between classes and after class. Zhu Yao was the last one to come home from school, and passed the podium with his schoolbag on his back.

Qu Qingcheng didn't call her, but his voice was covered with a deeper layer of smile.

The corners of Zhu Yao's usual indifferent mouth curled up slightly.

The night of Qu Qingcheng's birthday together turned into a secret tacit understanding between the two, hidden under a calm and peaceful lake, bubbling and bubbling to ferment, bringing a hidden force.

On Tuesday, Chinese class was over, and the person lying beside the podium was still Shang Xiaoran.

Zhu Yao sat on the seat, looked down at the comics that could only be read after class, and only looked up at Shang Xiaoran's charming "Goodbye, Teacher Qu".

I always feel that Qu Qingcheng looks at her, but I don't know if it is her own illusion.

During the break time before the evening self-study class, Zhu Yao thought and thought, and went to the canteen to buy bread and yogurt, and walked to Qingzhao Building, which he hadn't been to for a long time.

A white figure stands behind the red-painted fence, looks ecstatic even without moonlight, Qu Qingcheng’s white skirt raised Zhu Yao’s adolescence, which Zhu Yao hopes to pass quickly, turning all the beautiful imaginations about the future into reality .

Qu Qingcheng smiled and called her: "Zhu Yao, come up."

Zhu Yao walked past the creaking old wooden stairs, Qu Qingcheng glanced at her and asked with a smile, "Why don't you eat bean paste bread?"

Zhu Yao squeezed the meat floss bread in his hand: "Uh..."

It's hard to explain clearly.

"Come here." Qu Qingcheng waved.

Zhu Yao walked over and sat on the bench with Qu Qingcheng behind their backs.

Qu Qingcheng pinched the phone in his hand: "I'll show you a video."

Zhu Yao thought it was something, it was actually a video teaching people how to tie a ponytail.

Zhu Yao: "...I would."

"What happened?" Qu Qingcheng smiled and glared at her: "It's been loosely tied for two consecutive days, and I have no energy at all."

"Have you learned it?"

Zhu Yao: "...It doesn't feel any different from my technique?"

"That's because you didn't learn it. Read it again."

After the video was played again, without waiting for Qu Qingcheng to ask, Zhu Yao immediately said: "I have learned, I have learned, enlightened, enlightened."

Qu Qingcheng was dying of laughter: "You little kid."

She reached out her hand to find a small package of something in the trench coat, and handed it to Zhu Yao.

Before Zhu Yao could see what it was, he was frightened by the sound of "click" taking pictures and a cute "Teacher Qu" coming from behind him.

That small package of things fell on the ground, and it was only when Zhu Yao realized that Qu Qingcheng had bought it for her.

In Zhu Yinglan's words: very girly.

Not lifeless, not gloomy, very different from the black rubber band on Zhu Yao's head.

Qu Qingcheng turned his head downstairs and said with a smile, "Xiao Ran? Come up."

Shang Xiaoran ran upstairs with a smile, the old stairs made an unbearable sound as she ran, as if they were about to collapse at any moment, tearing apart the calm on the surface.

But Qu Qingcheng didn't realize it, and asked Shang Xiaoran with a smile: "Why are you here today? I haven't seen you here before."

Shang Xiaoran smiled and said, "I came here for a walk."

"Teacher Qu, what are you doing here?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I'm showing Zhu Yao a teaching video on ponytail."

"Does the teacher still discipline this?"

"Yes, how am I?"

"Why don't you teach me?"

Qu Qingcheng looked at Shang Xiaoran's hairstyle appreciatively: "You have done it well."

Shang Xiaoran pointed to the ground: "This tendon was also given to Zhu Yao by Teacher Qu? I don't have it."

Just as Qu Qingcheng was about to say something, Zhu Yao rushed ahead of her and said, as if afraid of being discovered by Shang Xiaoran: "Give it to you."

"The thing that Teacher Qu gave me casually, if you like it, I will give it to you."

She stood up, picked up the tendon and stuffed it into Shang Xiaoran's hand.

Shang Xiaoran looked down and said, "Thank you then."

Qu Qingcheng stood up: "Then you children play."

Shang Xiaoran: "Teacher Qu is leaving so soon?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I was going back to the office to prepare lessons."

"Goodbye, Teacher Qu."

Zhu Yao heard himself say to Shang Xiaoran, "Goodbye, Teacher Qu."

The figure of Qu Qingcheng's fluttering white clothes disappeared.

Zhu Yao took a bite of the meat floss bread, and blocked the emotion that kept coming out of his throat, whether it was anger or fear: "Shang Xiaoran."

"Why are you following me?"

The author says:

感谢在2021-09-2715:44:50~2021-09-2816:03:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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