Time makes you fall

◎Accompany you◎

Zhu Yinglan came out of the consultation room and found that Zhu Yao had let Yang Shenghan go, pointing at the uninjured side of Zhu Yao's forehead and scolding: "You're out of your mind! Didn't you get hurt just to hide from her! This kind of person won't let you go!" Let her teach her a lesson, she doesn't know long memory!"

"Mom, I crushed the Coke can myself..."

"Shut up! Then she is also the culprit!"

Zhu Yao sighed: "Mom, I'm dizzy."

Zhu Yinglan immediately said: "Then go to the special needs ward and lie down!"

"Look at you skinny monkey!"

Zhu Yao had to infuse two bottles of anti-inflammatory drip in the hospital before he could leave. He could just sit and infuse in the infusion room, but Zhu Yinglan opened a special needs ward with great fanfare.

Zhu Yao said no, Zhu Yinglan glared at her: "My mother is rich!"

Zhu Yao had no choice but to follow Zhu Yinglan.

The special needs ward was surprisingly quiet. The white bed, the white wall, the white lamp, and the faint smell of disinfectant water reminded Zhu Yao of the grandmother's house he often went to when he was a child.

For an old lady who has loved being clean all her life, the small courtyard is filled with such a smell.

Zhu Yao was lying on the bed, Zhu Yinglan dragged a chair and sat by the bed to send text messages, while Mao Jiao scolded hotly: "These idiots!"

Xu Xu scolded Zhu Yao again: "You are also stupid, what kind of pot fell like this, and the parent meeting failed, I was going to ask your head teacher and Teacher Qu to give it to you..."

Zhu Yao interrupted her softly: "Mom, I'm a little sleepy."

It was rare for Zhu Yinglan to raise her head from her mobile phone, and looked at her daughter's face huddled under the quilt. It was as small as a slap, and there was still a childlike look in her eyes that slept with her under the quilt when she was a child, but her face already looked like a big girl .

That delicate and somewhat stubborn look became more and more similar to her ex-husband Qi Shengjun.

Zhu Yinglan inexplicably wanted to cry, and also wanted to scold, and finally turned into a speechless sigh:

"Hey, let's go to sleep."

At that time, Zhu Yao still couldn't fully understand what Zhu Yinglan's "hey" contained. She didn't know if there was any soothing medicine in the bottle of IV drip she took. She was really sleepy and sleepy. An instinctive sleepiness.

She listened to Zhu Yinglan sitting on the side, poking the phone screen with her pointed nails, Erlang's legs changed from resting on the right leg on the left foot to resting on the left leg on the right foot, and her slender high-heeled shoes hit the ground.

Zhu Yao was in a daze and wanted to ask: "Mom, are you still here when I wake up?"

But she couldn't ask.

Half asleep and half awake, she wondered if Zhu Yinglan had tucked her under the blanket once. She remembered that when she was a child, Zhu Yinglan would take her to her grandmother's house every weekend. At that time, Qi Shengjun was already busy, and Zhu Yinglan was Zhu Yao's only support in her small world.

She remembered that at that time Zhu Yinglan always got together to play cards with a few aunts, and one day Zhu Yao sat on the chair and wobbled and somehow fell off, and her head hit a big bag with a "boom".

Zhu Yinglan immediately put aside the mahjong to coax her: "Don't cry, don't cry, mom hugs you."

Coax her to go to bed for a nap in the morning, and forget about the pain when she falls asleep.

When waking up from a nap, there is always a sense of desolation abandoned by the world. At that time, Zhu Yao was young and innocent, but she already instinctively felt the fear brought about by this desolation.

She heard the booming sound of mahjong playing outside the bedroom again, thinking that Zhu Yinglan had gone to play cards again, and it seemed that she was the only one left in the darkened bedroom so lonely.

She wanted to cry: "Mom..."

Before letting go of her throat, someone hugged her gently from behind: "Mom is here."

Zhu Yao's young heart fell to the ground with a bang, and the nightingale fell back to the nest, and returned to light the lamp.

The feeling of loneliness subsided like a tide, and she came alive again, talking and laughing.

Zhu Yao originally thought that she was stuck in a hazy memory, but when she opened her eyes, she realized that she had had a dream. In fact, her grandmother passed away after divorcing Qi Shengjun. The small courtyard has long been buried deep in Zhu Yao's memory.

Today I somehow dreamed about it again.

Zhu Yao slowly opened his eyes. He didn't know how long he had slept, but he saw the window of the ward facing the setting sun like blood.

It was already evening.

She had slept for at least half an hour, and Zhu Yao suddenly became flustered when she realized this, and hurried to look at the chair that Zhu Yinglan had just sat in. It was really empty, and Zhu Yinglan was no longer there.

The feeling of desolation and loneliness after waking up from a nap when I was a child flooded Zhu Yao again. Zhu Yao grabbed the phone and saw a text message from Zhu Yinglan: "I have something to do, I'm going back to the company first."

Zhu Yao threw away the phone and wanted to cry.

From the age of seven to 17, has she become stronger?No.

She was still the little girl who felt lonely when she was abandoned by her mother. She curled up in the quilt like a baby in the mother's womb, but there was no warm amniotic fluid to support her and comfort her.

Zhu Yao felt some warm liquid flow out of her eyes, soaking the pillowcase covering her face, which made her feel a throbbing pain in her heart even more than the flesh and blood that had just been rubbed against the gravel on the ground.

Until a voice sounded softly——

"Zhu Yao."

"you're awake?"

******

Qu Qingcheng's gentle voice with a special southern accent made Zhu Yao feel a burst of embarrassment, and immediately buried his face deeper in the pillow, and rubbed his face twice to blur his tears.

The appearance of Qu Qingcheng and the sound of her fluttering white skirt sweeping across the chair made Zhu Yao instantly change from a seven-year-old girl who was attached to her mother to a 17-year-old girl who yearned for adult women.

She sniffed and asked in a muffled voice, "Teacher Qu, why are you here?"

The feeling of desolation and loneliness that swept through my heart subsided like a tide again.

The person who saved her for the first time was Zhu Yinglan.

The person who saved her this time was Qu Qingcheng.

Qu Qingcheng smiled and said, "I'll accompany you."

"Your mother called Lao Fang to ask for leave, saying that you were injured. After I finished the appointment, the parents would call your mother to ask about your situation. When your mother happened to have something to do, I said I'll do it."

Zhu Yao became vigilant: "Have you met my mother?"

"No, your mother just left when I came."

Zhu Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

Qu Qingcheng asked her: "Why do you keep burying your face in the pillow?"

"……ugly."

"Nonsense." Qu Qingcheng laughed, "There's nothing ugly about a 17-year-old girl."

Zhu Yao turned around and asked inexplicably, "Then am I pretty?"

As soon as the words came out, Zhu Yao was stunned, and Qu Qingcheng was also stunned.

Because it's really not like Zhu Yao would ask this question, if a delicate girl like Shang Xiaoran asks it, it's fine.

But this is Zhu Yao.

Zhu Yao, who is silent, taciturn and never expresses.

Zhu Yao who lowered his head and buried himself in the crowd secretly.

Zhu Yao felt a stronger embarrassment than before: "You..." She pretended that I didn't ask you as she wanted to say, before she could say anything.

"very beautiful."

Zhu Yao was taken aback.

Qu Qingcheng said softly, "Zhuyao, you... are very beautiful."

"So what did you always do with your hair covering your face?"

"You... are really beautiful."

In Zhu Yao's memory, it was the first time in her long enough life when she was 17 years old that someone praised her for being beautiful.

When I was very young, someone vaguely praised "cute" or something.

When puberty began to develop, the slender hands and feet matched with the thin body, the back that was not straight because he didn't want to attract attention, and the hair that was never combed made Zhu Yao compare with Shang Xiaoran's delicate Pretty girls always seem to have nothing to do with the word "beautiful".

Most of my mother's friends praised her for being "sensible" or something.

Later, her grades gradually failed to keep up, and even the praise of "sensible" disappeared. As she wished, Zhu Yao became the most inconspicuous one in the crowd, scattered dust and gray shadows.

Avoiding all the lively corners, dangling and dangling, with nowhere to cling to.

Until Qu Qingcheng's words, it was like a light sunlight shining through a corner, or a warm moonlight.

Zhu Yao poked out one eye from the pillow: "Really?"

"It's really true." Qu Qingcheng laughed: "But I can't tell the truth anymore. It is said that people who lie will deliberately say a lot of truth."

Many years later, Zhu Yao remembered that if Qu Qingcheng hadn't said something beautiful in that evening, she would not have suddenly gone to the S drama test in the third year of high school, and she would not have become a part of the people on the stage and on the screen. The one who shines.

"Zhu Yao, I know, I know, she's very beautiful!"

"Xiaohuali's looks are at their peak."

"Ahh, the female goose is so beautiful! The female goose kills me!"

Qu Qingcheng probably didn't expect that her understatement would make a 17-year-old girl's life turn around like a smoky train, speeding towards a direction that the girl herself didn't expect.

Zhu Yao always felt that if her life was really magical.

The person holding the fairy wand is Qu Qingcheng.

******

The setting sun was warm, and Qu Qingcheng sat beside Zhu Yao's hospital bed, looking at the hanging bottle attached to the back of Zhu Yao's hand.

"It's almost over."

"Ah."

"Are you hungry?" He picked up an apple bought by the driver on the bedside table and slowly peeled it.

Zhu Yao was lying on the head of the bed, staring down at the narrow strip of apple peel growing longer and longer between Qu Qingcheng's fingers. The pink and colorful lines outlined the best years of her adolescence.

Qu Qingcheng cut a piece of apple and handed it to Zhu Yao.

Zhu Yao took it, biting it between her teeth.

"You eat too." She softly persuaded Qu Qingcheng.

Qu Qingcheng smiled and put an apple into his mouth.

Between the teeth is the same frequency as Zhu Yao, crunching.

"What's for dinner later? Today's parent meeting, no need to go to evening self-study."

Zhu Yao shook his head: "I don't know."

"By the way, your nanny can cook, right?"

"No." Zhu Yao lied: "She doesn't know that she won't be studying at night today, I forgot to tell her."

"Is that so..." Qu Qingcheng cut another piece of apple and handed it to Zhu Yao: "Eat porridge?"

"Is barbecue okay? I invite you."

"You little kid, how could you invite me." Qu Qingcheng smiled: "But barbecue, that's fine."

"Well...we'll talk about the money later."

While watching Qu Qingcheng wipe the fruit knife with a paper towel, Zhu Yao stared at Qu Qingcheng's white fingers and said, "Teacher Qu."

"what?"

"Well, Yang Shenghan came to school to look for you today."

Qu Qingcheng was taken aback.

"you……"

"When I was going to pick up my mother at the school gate, I ran into her."

Qu Qingcheng didn't connect Zhu Yao's injury with Yang Shenghan's sudden appearance.

No one would connect Zhu Yao's injury with Yang Shenghan's sudden appearance.

This is Zhu Yao's secret, which inflates her heart like a balloon.In a small unknown world, she is a knight holding a long sword, and Qu Qingcheng is the only goddess she wants to protect.

Qu Qingcheng said, "I didn't see Yang Shenghan today."

"She seems to have something to go."

"You..." Zhu Yao warned: "You'd better talk to her again, don't make an appointment to chat with her at school."

"You little kid." Qu Qingcheng smiled again: "Why do you need to worry about me?"

How can I not worry about you?Zhu Yao said in his heart.

I'm worried to death.

Seeing Zhu Yao watching her pursed her lips and remained silent, Qu Qingcheng finally nodded gently: "I see."

Zhu Yao let out a breath.

Qu Qingcheng put away the fruit knife, and took another look at Zhu Yao's hanging bottle: "What do you want to eat for barbecue later?"

At this moment, Qu Qingcheng's cell phone rang.

******

In fact, many times in retrospect, Zhu Yao felt that if he had been smarter, he should have been able to see some clues earlier from the details of those miscanthus-like growths.

For example, Qu Qingcheng took out his mobile phone at this time, with a look of relief, awkwardness and sadness on his face.

If only I were smarter.

Zhu Yao, who was not smart enough, just listened to Qu Qingcheng pick up the phone in a daze, and said "Hello" gently.

who?Zhu Yao thought in his heart.

It couldn't be Mr. Zheng, it seemed that Qu Qingcheng had made it clear to him last time.

Zhu Yao didn't expect Qu Qingcheng to blurt out the address in the next second: "Mom."

Zhu Yao froze for a moment, even though she was not as smart as her, she still felt a little strange when she thought of Qu Qingcheng's gratified and sad expression.

"Go home for dinner..." Qu Qingcheng responded, and glanced at the bottle on Zhu Yao's head that was about to finish beating.

Zhu Yao's heart sank.

"Okay, I still have something to do, I'll come back when I'm done."

Qu Qingcheng said "hmm" twice, said "goodbye" softly, and hung up the phone.

Zhu Yao deliberately turned his head and looked out the window.It is late autumn now, maybe it will be early winter in Beicheng, it gets dark early, and the sunset like the yolk of a sea duck egg has long since disappeared.

Chicken wings, beef skewers, tofu skin.What Zhu Yao is about to miss.

Gentle, smiling, "Goodbye, Zhu Yao".What is Zhu Yao about to miss?

The tide that had just receded in Zhu Yao's heart suddenly came back with a more ferocious attitude. Zhu Yao felt the tide suddenly over her head in the ward, and felt that her heart was under tremendous pressure, and she couldn't breathe for a while.

She slowly slid down from the bed and lay down: "I... a little sleepy."

Qu Qingcheng was stunned: "Why all of a sudden..." She reminded Zhu Yao: "The bottle will be finished soon."

"Yeah." Zhu Yao huddled under the quilt, her closed eyelashes trembling slightly: "I'm just a little sleepy all of a sudden."

Qu Qingcheng didn't say anything, just stood up and helped her tuck the quilt, the finger that was wiped by the wet tissue was still stained with the aroma of the apple just now.

Because Zhu Yao closed his eyes, he lost his perception of time.After about 5 minutes, Qu Qingcheng stood up lightly and walked out of the ward.

After a while, a strange footstep followed Qu Qingcheng's retro leather shoes into the ward, and pulled out the needle from Zhu Yao's hand.

Zhu Yao didn't know what she was thinking. When the nurse pulled out the needle, she was still closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep.

After the nurse left, Qu Qingcheng approached Zhu Yao and whispered in Zhu Yao's ear, "Zhu Yao, it's over."

"Yeah." Zhu Yao pretended to be in a daze and still not awake: "Mr. Qu, please go first, I will lie down for a while."

Zhu Yao closed her eyes and turned her back to Qu Qingcheng, and heard Qu Qingcheng gently sit down behind her again.

Zhu Yao lay down for a while, hearing no movement behind him, hesitated for a moment, opened his eyes and turned around——

Qu Qingcheng sat there quietly, with a light blue windbreaker draped over the back of the chair, looking down at a paper book in her hand intently, the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose slipped slightly, and she stretched out her slender white fingers to push it away. go back.

It was unbelievably quiet.

Many years later, when Zhu Yao was waiting in the crew to shoot his own scenes, he often held a paper book in his hand, and he didn't care much about being scolded by many people for pretending to be x.

She remembered the name of the book in Qu Qingcheng's hand for so many years with just a glance at that evening - "The Snow of Kilimanjaro". "

On the dark green cover, a faint snow-capped mountain looms under the starry sky, matching Qu Qingcheng's white and thin fingers very well.

Snow mountains, starry sky, maybe flowers and streams, all the vividness and beauty in the world seem to grow between Qu Qingcheng's fingers.

Standing where Zhu Yao looked up, Qu Qingcheng was the god of creation in Zhu Yao's world, sprinkled with gentle gold powder.

When Qu Qingcheng heard Zhu Yao turn around, he smiled and looked up at her: "Go to sleep, I'll wait for you."

Zhu Yao tried her best not to let the sleepiness in her voice disappear too quickly: "Didn't your mother tell you to go home for dinner..."

Qu Qingcheng smiled again, and put his white fingers between the pages of the book like bookmarks: "I'll wait for you to go together."

"OK?"

He said persuasively: "My mother cooks well and has good dishes."

Zhu Yao suddenly opened his round eyes pretending to be sleepy.

Go back to her parents' house with Qu Qingcheng? ! ? !

This is this...

Seeing Zhu Yao's astonishment, Qu Qingcheng smiled and said, "You children don't want to?"

"It's okay. If you don't want to, I'll send a message to my mother to say that something is wrong. We'd better have a barbecue."

Qu Qingcheng had already pulled out his phone: "Go to sleep, we'll leave after we've had enough sleep, don't worry."

"Yes." Zhu Yao exhorted lightly like a mosquito.

"what?"

"I would like to... go home and have dinner with you."

******

While sitting in the co-driver of Qu Qingcheng's car, Zhu Yao kept turning her head and looking out of the window, the place where the skin was scratched in the pants of her school uniform was burning hot, and her face was also burning hot.

Is the heater on in the car?It seems not.

Zhu Yao stared at the fruit stand and pastry shop that kept passing by outside the car window: "Do you want to buy something?"

Qu Qingcheng drove the car: "What?"

"If I go to your parents' house for dinner..."

Qu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "You kid, why are you so old-fashioned!"

Zhu Yao's face turned red all the time, "It's not good to go empty-handed..."

Qu Qingcheng was still laughing: "No need, no need."

"They are overjoyed to have children like you go to dinner."

In the end, he still didn’t buy anything. After getting out of the car, Zhu Yao put his hands in the pockets of his school uniform trousers, and there was nowhere to put them.

Qu Qingcheng went to park the car, a detached villa with four parking spaces.

Zhu Yao guessed right, Qu Qingcheng's family is very good.

Qu Qingcheng came over and smiled, and led Zhu Yao to ring the doorbell.

It was a middle-aged woman who came to open the door. Her pretty face could still be seen from her youthful delicacy, with the kindness of Qu Qingcheng, and a little bit of arrogance of a scholar.

Qu Qingcheng greeted with a smile: "Mom."

When Zhu Yao was a little confused, he almost blurted out "Mom", and quickly bit his tongue.

She was very frustrated—why didn't she think of asking Qu Qingcheng just now, what should she call her parents?

Thinking about it quickly, Qu Qingcheng's age is estimated to be her sister at most, and that Qu Qingcheng's mother...

Zhu Yao cautiously and tentatively said, "Auntie..."

Qu Qingcheng stood beside her and smiled, making her feel a little more at ease.

"My student, Zhu Yao."

"Oh, okay, okay, look, you have such big students."

Qu Qingcheng's mother looked overjoyed, and smiled at Zhu Yao: "Come in."

"You're delicate and pretty, and you look really good... But why did you get hurt? Your face fell like this."

Qu Qingcheng answered for her: "Careless riding."

Mother Qu comforted Zhu Yao: "It's normal for young people to be careless."

Qu Qingcheng glanced at her mother.

"Where's Dad?"

"In the study."

Qu Qingcheng walked in with Zhu Yao, and Qu's mother said "I'll go to the kitchen to help auntie", and she disappeared.

Zhu Yao walked slowly behind Qu Qingcheng, seeing that the decoration of Qu Qingcheng's parents' house was very different from that of ordinary villas.

There are no European-style Roman column crystal lamps.The overall tone is not gold but white.In a simple and elegant color scheme, there are four ink scrolls hanging beside the light wood bookshelf, spreading out slowly.

Going further inside, there are ebony shelves at different heights, and on top of a few ancient books, there are several pots of orchids blooming slowly. She clicked her tongue because she only saw Zhu Yinglan once because she gave someone a gift.

The more you walk in, the more you feel that the whole house shows a sense of emptiness like an ink painting scroll, which is very different from the so-called artworks piled up everywhere. It is very... high-end.

Zhu Yao asked softly, "What do your parents...do they do?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled and said: "They are all university professors, very poor, and the things in the family are all passed down from their grandparents."

It turned out to be the case.

Zhu Yao couldn't think of any more educated words to describe Qu Qingcheng's parents' family, and remembered that both Zhu Yinglan and Qi Shengjun often laughed at themselves: "We are nouveau riche."

It was the first time for Zhu Yao to see the difference between oldmoney and newmoney with his own eyes, and he was shocked, and he became more and more nervous when he stepped into Qu Qingcheng's father's study.

Stretch your left foot and extend your right hand, step your right foot and extend your left hand, do not use the same hands and feet.

The study door creaked open, and Qu Qingcheng called out "Dad" softly.

The hale and hearty middle-aged man, holding a brush and planning strategies on the rice paper, raised his head and replied "Qing Qing".

Qu Qingcheng glanced at Zhu Yao, and Zhu Yao laughed in his heart.

Clear?

It turned out that her nickname was Qingqing.

"This is my student, Zhu Yao."

"……uncle."

"Hey, hello, hello." Qu Qingcheng's father looked just like her mother, happy and relieved: "Why don't you tell me in advance when you bring the students back for dinner? Ask your mother to cook two more dishes."

Zhu Yao hurriedly said, "No, no, I'm sorry to bother you."

Qu Qingcheng walked over: "Are you writing?"

"A few days ago, you hurt your mother's hand. If you don't practice for a few days, your hand will be born. A copy of Zhao Mengfu's "Huaiyun Courtyard" can never be written well." Father Qu handed over the brush: "You come here. try."

Qu Qingcheng took it with a smile, and replaced it with a new piece of rice paper. The brush strokes seemed to be soft, but with the strength to penetrate the back of the paper.

Father Qu watched with his hands behind his back.

Zhu Yao stood aside and watched, and couldn't think of any more appropriate description except "beautiful". He only heard Qu's father say: "Big regular script is actually the most difficult. It must be dignified, not dangerous and impetuous. Every word of yours It’s pretty good to be safe.”

Qu Qingcheng put down his pen and glanced at Zhu Yao who was standing beside him: "You're making a fool of yourself."

Zhu Yao blushed.

Father Qu asked again: "Does Xiao Zhu write?"

Zhu Yao shook his head, remembering the last time when Zhu Yinglan insisted on giving Qu Qingcheng a red envelope, he was so embarrassed that his back started to steam.

Father Qu turned to ask Qu Qingcheng: "How much time do you spend practicing calligraphy every day?"

"Over an hour."

"What about meticulous painting?"

"That's the weekend I'll be able to work."

"Boyhood is not easy, so don't let it go to waste."

"I know."

Qu Qingcheng looked at Zhu Yao who was standing upright, afraid that she would be bored, so he said to Qu's father, "I'll take Zhu Yaoqu to visit my room."

went out.

Qu Qingcheng smiled and asked, "Isn't that interesting?"

Zhu Yao straight shook his head.

Walking to a room with a light-colored wooden door on the second floor, Qu Qingcheng smiled and said "please".

Zhu Yao took a deep breath and got in.

The author says:

感谢在2021-09-2820:03:47~2021-09-2916:22:56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: forgot 2;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: 6 for Mu Chenyan; 2 for Huanxi; 1 for the child;

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