Time makes you fall

◎New Year's Party◎

When a boy's voice sounded, Zhu Yao didn't realize at all that he was calling her.

After all, such things as being approached, no matter men or women, should happen to the delicate, cute and popular Shang Xiaoran.

It has nothing to do with myself in the corner like a gray shadow.

"Hello." Until the boy yelled again: "That girl over there is walking like a penguin."

Walk like a penguin?

Zhu Yao was extremely speechless in his heart: You think I think so!

I had to look back, and a boy with a plaster cast on his arm ran over: "Did you go to X Hospital yesterday?"

"Yeah, why do you..."

The boy raised his plastered arm: "I also went yesterday and saw you."

"Oh."

So?

"What's your name?"

"……what?"

"My name is Zhou Ang. I'm on the school basketball team. I was injured yesterday when I went out to play an off-campus game." Zhou Ang raised his eyebrows proudly: "But we still won, isn't it great?"

Zhu Yao said in his heart: It's none of my business.

"It's okay to tell me a name? They're all classmates."

"...Zhu Yao." Too lazy to entangle here.

"You look very energetic with a ponytail." Zhou Ang asked, "Why haven't I seen you in Class Two before?"

"...Maybe I didn't wear a ponytail before?"

Zhou Ang thought for a while, but he still couldn't find such a person in his memory: "Forget it, anyway, I just want to tell you...you are very energetic with your ponytail."

He ran away with his arms hanging: "Goodbye, little penguin."

Zhu Yao looked at Zhou Ang's back and thought: It's really inexplicable.

******

During the break before evening self-study, Zhu Yao went to the cafeteria with her meal card in hand.

I ran into Shang Xiaoran head-on, I don't know if it was by chance or if I was waiting for her.

Shang Xiaoran asked her: "I heard that you were injured yesterday, and your mother didn't even hold a parent-teacher meeting."

"Ah."

"How did it hurt?"

"Just be careful when riding a bicycle."

"Why are you so distracted?"

Zhu Yao stared at the pink rubber band on Shang Xiaoran's ponytail. The same material should also come from the bag that Qu Qingcheng bought: "I don't think so."

Shang Xiaoran curled his lips.

"Are you going to buy yogurt and bread? Go to Qingzhaolou."

Zhu Yao pretended to be ignorant: "What are you going to do?"

Shang Xiaoran smiled: "Teacher Qu may be there."

"What does that have to do with me?" Zhu Yao said deliberately in a light tone, holding the meal card, and walked to the window where the queue was for ordering meals.

She didn't look back, but she could feel Shang Xiaoran's gaze behind her, as hot as a scar on her leg rubbing against her pants.

******

After the evening self-study, Zhu Yao did not go to the carport as usual, but slowly moved to the school gate.

Because of her injury, she has been unable to ride a bicycle for the past few days, and the distance from school to home is not too far or close. If it is close, it will take a while to walk.

Zhu Yinglan originally wanted to find a driver to pick her up, but Zhu Yao flatly refused.

"It's not that serious," she said.

Zhu Yinglan said: "Okay girls, don't be so delicate." She hung up the phone.

Listening to the sudden busy tone on the phone, Zhu Yao was lost in thought, thinking that her bet on Zhu Yinglan's sudden departure was a waste of money.

Zhu Yinglan didn't even find out.

But it is impossible for Zhu Yao to call and ask Zhu Yinglan to find someone to pick her up. She takes the bus to and from school.

It's just that today when he dragged himself to the school gate, Zhu Yao was startled suddenly, the wound on the corner of his eyebrow covered by the gauze throbbed in pain.

The charming figure with long curly hair in a leather jacket is particularly eye-catching in the night, a small red dot around her red lips is flickering, she is smoking a cigarette.

Why is Yang Shenghan here again? !

Fortunately, I didn't enter the school today. I guess it was because of the parent meeting yesterday, I pretended to be a parent and mixed in.

But standing at the school gate is eye-catching enough, right? !

Zhu Yao hid in the crowd after school to prevent Yang Shenghan from seeing her, looked around, and found that there were quite a few people paying attention to Yang Shenghan.

Thin waist, long legs, A and sassy or something.

A delicate voice sounded from behind: "Really?"

Zhu Yao stared at Yang Shenghan, her brain's reaction was a bit slow, until Shang Xiaoran's delicate voice made her whole body tremble, and she realized what the friends around Shang Xiaoran were talking about:

"The teacher who was expelled in the third year of high school..."

"The one with *xing* love?" The voice was deliberately lowered.

"Yeah, she, she can't go to work in other schools now."

"Oh why?"

"Why else? The influence is not good. My cousin's husband is from the Education Bureau, so the news is authentic..."

Zhu Yao stood where he was, his toes covered with Qu Qingcheng's bottle of half-dry blue nail polish from yesterday, as if they were soaked in sea water, and they felt cold for a while.

The moonlight reminded her of Qu Qingcheng last night.

Beautiful pure and fragile song Qingcheng.

Playing the zither, the perfect and outrageous Qu Qingcheng.

Qu Qingcheng's mother said to Zhu Yao, "You have to protect your teacher Qu."

Zhu Yao said again in his heart—"Okay."

Shang Xiaoran smiled sweetly, and with a glance at the end of her eyes, she was about to look at Yang Shenghan who was smoking a cigarette at the school gate.

Zhu Yao walked over with her schoolbag on her back, leading an ancient chivalrous girl with a sword in her hand as she went deep into the enemy's formation.

Those stupid things I did at the age of 17 are so ridiculous when I think about them as adults.

But how important it was at the time.

Zhu Yao wanted to call Shang Xiaoran, but she couldn't think of what to say for a short time, so she seemed unobtrusive and natural.

A voice rang out: "Little Penguin?"

It's Zhou Ang, what a coincidence.

Zhu Yao didn't look back, so Zhou Ang called Zhu Yao's name as expected: "Zhu Yao?"

In an instant, Shang Xiaoran's eyes were indeed attracted.

Zhu Yao looked at Zhou Ang calmly and said, "It's you."

She could hear Tang Nuo's reaction among the friends around Shang Xiaoran: "Isn't that Zhou Ang from the school basketball team? How did Zhu Yao know him?!"

Shang Xiaoran didn't speak, Zhu Yao knew that she had been looking at this side.

Zhu Yao said to Zhou Ang that he couldn't remember the content and walked away.

Fortunately, Shang Xiaoran didn't notice Yang Shenghan.

******

Zhu Yao didn't know if Yang Shenghan found Qu Qingcheng that night, nor did he know what Qu Qingcheng said to Yang Shenghan.

She just felt that Yang Shenghan was such a decisive person that he didn't let go so easily.

Zhu Yao never asked Qu Qingcheng. Originally, she had no position and no right to ask. She never went to Qingzhao Building again, so she completely lost the chance to chat with Qu Qingcheng.

The only communication she had with Qu Qingcheng was when Qu Qingcheng walked up to the podium in Chinese class every day, and smiled when she saw Zhu Yao with her ponytail tied up and her ears unplugged.

Zhu Yao didn't smile and looked away.

After class, Shang Xiaoran still occupied Qu Qingcheng's entire time as usual, with a slightly curly ponytail swaying, today's rubber band is yellow, and tomorrow's rubber band will turn into lake blue.

They were all in the bag that Qu Qingcheng bought.

Zhu Yao lowered his head and stared at the phone the whole time, pretending to be busy reading comics every minute after class, and pretending not to see Shang Xiaoran's scrutinizing gaze.

No response.

Since Shang Xiaoran wanted to see Zhu Yao's reaction when she was talking to Teacher Qu.

Zhu Yao didn't respond.

The only time I had a conversation with Qu Qingcheng was an accident, and there were only four sentences in total——

When Zhu Yao returned to the classroom after going to the bathroom between classes, he ran into Qu Qingcheng carrying the papers to the third class next door.

"How's the injury?"

"good."

"Are you busy recently? It feels like I haven't talked to you for a long time."

"Busy to take Tsinghua University exam haha." Zhu Yao ran away.

While running, I said in my heart: It's been a long time since I talked to you, Qu Qingcheng.

Because I'm... avoiding you.

******

No one in the world knows, and neither does Qu Qingcheng, Zhu Yao stood under the moonlight on the night of the injury, watching his own shadow and Qu Qingcheng's shadow purely "embracing", what a sense of ritual in Zhu Yao's heart bid farewell.

From then on, she wanted to avoid Qu Qingcheng.

Because of her, Shang Xiaoran kept staring at Qu Qingcheng.And Qu Qingcheng still has trouble with Yang Shenghan.

Just like what Zhu Yinglan told her, once something happened—“It’s the teacher who will be punished, because no matter what, it’s to protect the minors.”

It's not that Zhu Yao thinks there is anything between her and Qu Qingcheng, the love that grows in her heart is extremely pure, and will not bring any stains to the white petals of Qu Qingcheng like a narcissus, but she doesn't know what Shang Xiaoran will think, what will happen speculate.

She was unwilling to give Shang Xiaoran any clues, let Shang Xiaoran discover the truth about Qu Qingcheng, let Shang Xiaoran grasp the relationship between Qu Qingcheng and Yang Shenghan, and become a bomb that could be detonated at any time.

gossip.Punishment, and with it a narrow and difficult path.

All of this, please stay away from Qu Qingcheng.

She wished that her Teacher Qu would always be the girl who leaned on Mother Qu's shoulders and showed the attitude of a little girl, playing the piano and practicing calligraphy, and listening to Mother Qu proudly say: "Qingqing has never suffered since she was a child."

If she wanted her Qu Qingcheng, she would never have to suffer.

Zhou Ang sometimes came to look for Zhu Yao, Zhu Yao counted, every time she looked for her three times, she would walk out of the classroom to talk to Zhou Ang, standing by the second window of the classroom, just facing Shang Xiaoran's seat.

While talking, Zhou Ang would suddenly say "Hello".

Zhu Yao came back to see him.

Zhou Ang: "What did I just say?"

Zhu Yao: "Did you win the game again last week?"

Zhou Ang: "Obviously lost!"

Zhu Yao: "Then you can't do it, keep working hard."

Zhou Ang was angry and funny.

Gradually, Zhu Yao realized that there seemed to be a little less questions that Shang Xiaoran needed to ask Qu Qingcheng. Other girls began to gather around the podium to ask Qu Qingcheng questions.

Qu Qingcheng is gentle and patient, treating everyone equally.

Shang Xiaoran came over and asked Zhu Yao: "Aren't you studying recently? Do you have any questions to ask Teacher Qu?"

Zhu Yao shook his head: "I like to think by myself."

Shang Xiaoran left.

One night during the break before self-study, Zhu Yao saw Shang Xiaoran standing on the edge of the basketball court, holding a bottle of Coke and talking to the school basketball captain, Zhu Yao thought that the balance could be maintained forever.

So when Qu Qingcheng called her to the office, she hesitated for a while, but went anyway.

She still clearly remembers that it was December 12th, and there was a lot of snow falling in the sky, not too big, and it melted when it fell to the ground.

Qu Qingcheng was sitting in the office, with a snow-white coat draped over the back of the chair, and a white cashmere turtleneck sweater with fine and regular weaving patterns wrapping around her swan-like neck.

It was the short lunch break before classes started in the afternoon. In the office besides Qu Qingcheng, there were a few teachers who had already returned from lunch, and they were probably preparing lessons or correcting papers or something.Zhu Yao didn't look carefully, but their presence made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Qu Qingcheng asked her with a smile, "Zhu Yao."

"Are you interested in acting in short plays?"

******

Many years later, Zhu Yao was sitting in the studio where a variety show was being recorded, facing an intellectual hostess with short hair.Zhu Yao didn't understand why he came to this kind of talk variety show: "I have nothing to talk about."

Sister Mao laughed: "Because you usually talk less! It seems very philosophical."

Zhu Yao was speechless at first.But this variety show was recorded with a live audience. When she caught Qu Qingcheng smiling at her with a fair face in the auditorium, Zhu Yao felt that the show was worthwhile.

The hostess asked: "What is the opportunity for you to embark on the path of an actor?"

Zhu Yao: "Well... because of one person."

Because in the winter when she was 17 years old, there was a lot of snow in the sky, Qu Qingcheng smiled and asked her: "Are you interested in acting in short plays?"

******

Zhu Yao returned home after evening self-study, the big house was still dark and empty.

Zhu Yao took out her mobile phone, and she could clearly see the information reminder that Zhu Yinglan transferred her living expenses. She thought about it, called Zhu Yinglan, rang twice, and hung up again.

Walking into the restaurant, I took out a can of frozen Coke and drank it slowly. Even in a heated house, my fingers still held the frozen metal can still hurt a little.

Zhu Yao stared at the natural crack-like lines on the marble dining table, and drank a can of Coke for about 10 minutes.

Zhu Yinglan did not call back.

It's okay if you don't call back.

Ever since Zhu Yao was injured on the day of the last parent meeting and Zhu Yao rejected Zhu Yinglan's proposal to find a driver to take her off, the two hadn't spoken for a long time.

I woke up alone in the ward that day, inexplicably feeling like being abandoned when I was a child, like some kind of blood-red fruit, which was fresh and sour at the beginning, and then gradually shriveled and shriveled as the days and months passed.

Even if Zhu Yinglan called her back now, what else could Zhu Yao say? "Are you busy recently", "Pay attention to your body" and so on?

Kind of funny.She's not that kind of persona.

But those feelings that I really want to tell have long since ceased to be fresh in time, and have lost the position and meaning of speaking.

Zhu Yao stood up, carrying a Coke and dragging her schoolbag to the study.On the long table next to the study, the narcissus that Zhu Yinglan ordered to take care of is about to bloom.

Zhu Yao did his homework for a while, and took out a stack of thin printing paper from his schoolbag.A small corner of the cover rolled up, and Zhu Yao reached out to smooth her out.

On the cover is the most common Song typeface. Many years later, when Zhu Yao was on the set, the scripts he took were also written with densely packed lines in this font.

But under the blessing of Qu Qingcheng, the font at that time gave birth to a different sacred meaning to Zhu Yao.

"Looking Up".

Zhu Yao remembered asking Qu Qingcheng in the office at noon: "Did you write it?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Isn't the school going to hold a New Year's Eve party soon? Lao Fang asked me if I had any thoughts on the program of the second class, so I wrote a joke."

Zhu Yao: "I... can I have a look before answering?"

"Of course you can."

Zhu Yao successfully brought the script home. In the quiet study room, under the bright lamp, the fingertips that opened the script trembled slightly.

She didn't want to read the script in an environment where people were disturbing, as if it was a kind of sacrilege to the script.

Only in such an environment, only the lamp, her, and the rustle of flipping the script.

The story is not complicated.It is probably about a girl who wants to be an astronaut, but her personality is timid and introverted, and she has dizziness.Encouraged by a girl I met in winter, I finally filled in my dream on the college entrance examination volunteer book.

There are a lot of inner monologues in the script, which vividly describe the cowardly and soft heart of the heroine.Zhu Yao looked a little like crying alone under the desk lamp.

Inexplicably, she felt that she was the girl who wanted to be an astronaut, and that Qu Qingcheng was the sky she yearned for.

The kind that twinkles with countless stars.

When tears overflowed his eyes, Zhu Yao moved the script away.If tears dripped on the paper, tomorrow it will be said that it was splashed while drinking water, I wonder if it will appear a bit fake.

Qu Qingcheng must have laughed at her: "Zhu Yao, you usually look like a little hedgehog, but I didn't expect you to cry so much."

Zhu Yao stared at the closed cover of the script, because it changed its position, refracting the light from different angles of the desk lamp, which was radiant, like the afternoon sun shining through the dust, like the mist with the fragrance of honey in a dream.

How to do it?Zhu Yao's fingers were on the coke can.

She originally wanted to take the script home and be Qu Qingcheng's first reader, and then return the script tomorrow, saying that she was not interested.

After all, after the ceremonial "hug" farewell, in Zhu Yao's naive and childish imagination, she was a heroic knight with a long sword, and everything was done to protect Qu Qingcheng.

but.

Zhu Yao couldn't help stretching out his hand, and flipped through the page of the script again.

But now, Shang Xiaoran doesn't pay that much attention to Zhu Yao's attention to Qu Qingcheng, does he?

What a long, tongue-tied sentence.

After Zhu Yao stood at the window that Shang Xiaoran could see time and time again, chatting with Zhou Ang, did the bottle of Coke that Shang Xiaoran gave to the school basketball captain signify that everything was safe? ?

Zhu Yao felt like a bear greedy for honey, knowing that there might be a bright trap in front of him, but he still couldn't escape his body's instinct.

Hey, it's so difficult.

******

In Chinese class the next day, Qu Qingcheng said this when Zhu Yao was caught off guard.

The students in the class responded enthusiastically, Yi Siyuan took the lead and patted the table: "Thank you Teacher Qu for saving my life!"

Finally, I no longer have to worry about what to perform.

After all, the school's New Year's party is a special event every year.With a reason to blatantly dress up and make up, there are couples hiding in the corners inside and outside the auditorium who usually dare not get together, whispering some things that they can never say after their teenage youth.

But it's always difficult to think about what show to perform on stage.Teenagers no longer like to show off unreservedly, but if the show is really too watery, they always feel ashamed in front of their neighbors who secretly have a competitive relationship.

Yi Siyuan asked: "Teacher Qu, you didn't write a script for Class Three."

"No, I just wrote it for your class."

"Wow, it turns out that Teacher Qu is so partial to me——in our class!"

"It's because only Lao Fang from your class came to me."

"It doesn't matter, you just prefer our class."

Qu Qingcheng just smiled while standing on the podium.

Yi Siyuan asked again: "Who is the heroine?"

Qu Qingcheng: "It hasn't been decided yet."

Yi Siyuan deliberately led the topic here, because the whole class began to discuss quietly: "It must be Shang Xiaoran."

"Shang Xiaoran is beautiful and has a nice voice."

"There will be no other candidates."

Zhu Yao sat in his seat and glanced at Shang Xiaoran.

Shang Xiaoran pretended not to hear what the students were saying, and played with a pink and purple rabbit pendant on the pencil case with his fingers.But from her overly straight back, the fingers that inadvertently brushed the ends of her hair, and her slightly pursed lips in order not to reveal her smile——

Shang Xiaoran tried his best to hide his pride, which made Zhu Yao feel an instinctive danger.

If Zhu Yao accepted the role that Qu Qingcheng gave her, Shang Xiaoran would feel so ashamed.

The glory and attention that would have flowed to her.The opportunity to pretend to be helpless and say "I don't want to be the protagonist at all, it's so troublesome".Even when he walked off the stage and looked at Zhu Yao with long false eyelashes.

If these are like rain that cannot fall, they are suddenly cut off in the air and lose the soil that bears them.

All jealousy, shame, loss.All girls who are delicate enough can understand their thoughts.

Because of these, Shang Xiaoran will definitely pay attention to the relationship between Zhu Yao and Qu Qingcheng again, right?

Zhu Yao was thinking like this, pretending not to see Qu Qingcheng looking at her expectantly.

******

During the lunch break at noon, Zhu Yao procrastinated until about the same time as yesterday, guessing that there were other teachers in the office besides Qu Qingcheng, and then went to the office holding the script.

"How are you thinking?" Qu Qingcheng asked her with a smile.

"I..." Zhu Yao licked his lips and said with difficulty: "It's better."

"why?"

"My personality...isn't suitable for being on stage?"

"Hmm... shy?"

It's not just shyness, Qu Qingcheng.

Zhu Yao picked at the thin, dark and ugly seam of his school uniform trousers with his fingers.

There is also loyalty under shyness, almost ignorance.

In the corner where your quiet eyes can't see, I will be invincible for you, and one person is an army.

"But I think you, Zhu Yao, are very suitable for this role." Qu Qingcheng asked, "Have you read the script?"

"Ah."

"Don't you think the heroine's personality is a bit like yours?"

Zhu Yao lowered his head and remained silent.

Qu Qingcheng suddenly changed the subject: "This year's New Year's party is not held in the school auditorium."

"Ok?"

Qu Qingcheng reported the name of a nearby theater: "It seems that some leaders are coming to see it this year, but the principal has spent a lot of money."

"...That's it."

"We're going to see the venue at noon tomorrow, let's go and see together before making a decision."

"This……"

"Okay, it's getting late, go back to the classroom, or you'll be late for class."

When Zhu Yao walked back to the classroom, he heard Tang Nuo and the others joking around Shang Xiaoran: "Oh, heroine!"

Shang Xiaoran smiled and pushed, "It's so annoying, it's not me."

Zhu Yao walked back to his seat in silence.

******

On the next Friday, there was always a slight sense of relaxation that the weekend was coming, and the school leaders probably thought so too, so they asked the teachers to take the students who might be performing to see the venue in advance at noon today.

Qu Qingcheng had already shown the script to everyone in advance, and said that he would go to see the venue at noon today.

"Students who are interested in playing a role can come along."

"Shang Xiaoran, Shang Xiaoran." The students hugged her.

"Oh..." Shang Xiaoran smiled.

The final decision was for Shang Xiaoran, Yi Siyuan, and two other men and two women to go together.

The school rented a bus, and the second class was led by Lao Fang and Qu Qingcheng.

When Zhu Yao returned to the classroom after going to the bathroom, he met Qu Qingcheng coming out of the classroom holding the textbook.

"Will you be there at noon?"

"This one……"

"Remember not to buy lunch, the school has ordered boxed lunches to be distributed." Qu Qingcheng smiled and left.

When Shang Xiaoran saw Zhu Yao by the bus at noon, his eyes narrowed: "Zhu Yao? Are you going too?"

The author says:

To be a little emotional, in fact, my data has always been bad (dog head), and sometimes I wonder if this is okay, I have to make a living, but the long comments of the past two days and the various thunderings of the little angels seem to be It made me very happy again. A little angel said that I am a person who is easy to satisfy, maybe it is, for example, in the past two days, I feel that writing articles is quite meaningful~

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