Time makes you fall

◎First encounter◎

2016 9 Month 1 Day.

The sun was still surprisingly dull, and the cicadas were chirping loudly outside the window.Zhu Yao sat on the seat wearing a short-sleeved school uniform, sweating even if she didn't move.

Earphones were plugged in, but nothing was played, just listening to the cicadas chirping outside the window, cicadas, cicadas.

"Zhuyao, Zhuyao."

He heard someone calling him, but with headphones in his ears, it seemed that he could not answer.

Until the man called again: "Zhu Yao."

Zhu Yao raised his head and asked quietly, "What's the matter?"

Zhu Yao is like this—speaking out loud and being quiet, these two states are not contradictory to her.

My mother often said that she was "lifeless, not like a child!" When she was in the bathroom, she accidentally overheard a girl talking outside in the cubicle: "I always feel that Zhu Yao looks a little gloomy?"

But there are such people in the world.

It's not that I have a lot of opinions on the world, but it seems that there is a layer of frosted glass, all the lively and beautiful things are on one side, and I am separated from the other side, with an embarrassing alienation.

Zhu Yao is such a person.

So she just ignored people with headphones on, and there is another reason——

She didn't know what Shang Xiaoran asked her to do.

When he raised his head, he saw a bright and lovely face, smiling into his eyes.

Even though I was a girl, I couldn't help but think at that moment: like a doll.

With such a grown up and good personality, it's no wonder that Shang Xiaoran is the most popular girl in the class.

How to define the most popular?That is—you never have to wait in line when you go to the canteen, someone must ask "Xiao Ran, I will bring you what you want" in front of you; sitting in the classroom and chatting, it must be the center surrounded by girls; walking through the corridor, there must be a handsome one Girls and not-so-good-looking boys whistle.

In short, everything is Zhu Yao's opposite.

At this time, Shang Xiaoran looked at Zhu Yao and smiled, pointing to his ears: "Take off the earphones."

Only then did Zhu Yao take off the earphones.

"What are you listening to?"

"Nothing." Asked again: "What's the matter?"

It's obvious that he doesn't want to talk too much.

Shang Xiaoran didn't know whether he really didn't understand or was pretending to be stupid, but he still smiled cheerfully: "I need your help."

Just not all at once.

Zhu Yao hid his fingers under the desk and tightened his grip, and asked patiently, "What's the matter?"

Shang Xiaoran: "Help me get the textbooks for the whole class together."

Shang Xiaoran is a member of the study committee, and his grades are good when he grows up like this, which is unreasonable.

Zhu Yao: "Why don't you ask boys for help?"

Shang Xiaoran curled her lips: "Lao Fang hasn't come yet, the boys have all gone to play basketball."

Lao Fang is a math teacher and their class teacher.

Zhu Yao: "Go to the playground and call, they will help."

Shang Xiaoran grinned: "No, we girls are the only ones to go, and we can chat while walking, how nice it is."

She pointed to the door of the classroom: "There are so many people, and I'm not afraid that they won't be able to move."

Zhu Yao glanced at the door of the classroom, and sure enough, a large group of girls had already gathered.

It belongs to the state of one more, not more, and one less, not much.

It belongs to the state where she walks in the crowd without speaking, and no one will notice her.

Zhu Yao stood up: "Then let's go."

A bunch of girls went out chattering, Zhu Yao dragged at the end of the line, listening to the girls chatting from a distance that was neither awkward nor embarrassing: "Have you been to the newly opened cafe? There are so many Internet celebrities to check in."

"It looks like a lip balm and it can change color. It's cute and natural, the kind that Lao Fang can't tell."

"It's so annoying that I gained two catties during the summer vacation. I can't lose it no matter what. Why do you think those celebrities are playing with fat?"

They were all topics that Zhu Yao couldn't get into.

Zhu Yao put her hands in the pockets of her school uniform and walked slowly, really wondering why Shang Xiaoran called her here.

Looking up, Shang Xiaoran was holding a girl's arm, chatting passionately.

What are you calling her for?In order to prove that he is very attractive, even a "gloomy" girl like Zhu Yao can be greeted?

Can't figure it out.

When Zhu Yao was about to plug in the earphones again, a voice sounded: "Classmate."

It sounds nice and gentle.

It is different from the Beicheng dialect with the Erhua accent beside him. With just two words, it can also be heard as a southern dialect.

Maybe because the voice was so nice, Shang Xiaoran, who was walking ahead holding the girl's arm, also turned her head.

All the girls turned their heads.

Looking at Zhu Yao, and the young woman who was talking to Zhu Yao.

Zhu Yao also looked at the young woman in front of him.

A small face, snow-white, with light eyebrows and eyes, hidden behind a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses, a white shirt, and a blue cotton and linen skirt, bringing a burst of coolness in the hot summer.

Looks like he's in his early 20s.

A woman has an unobtrusive appearance, but at that moment, the word "beauty" crossed Zhu Yao's mind.

Many years later, when the term "atmospheric beauty" became popular, Zhu Yao suddenly realized.

Qu Qingcheng is an absolute "atmosphere beauty".

At that time, Zhu Yao didn't know Qu Qingcheng's name was Qu Qingcheng, but he heard the young woman in front of him asking himself, "How can I get to the administrative building?"

Maybe it was because Zhu Yao walked alone at the end of the line and placed an order, so it was easier to talk to him, so he asked Zhu Yao.

Zhu Yao pointed to an old building full of creepers: "That's it."

"Thank you." The woman smiled at her gently and left.

Shang Xiaoran took the girl's arm and turned around, and the whole team continued to follow her.

"Is it the new teacher?" Shang Xiaoran said, "She looks pretty."

Zhu Yao stuffed the earphones he was going to wear back into his pants pocket.

"Where is it beautiful? It looks very ordinary."

"It's not about appearance." Shang Xiaoran smiled: "It's about overall feeling."

She was at the front of the line, turned around and shouted to Zhu Yao: "What do you think? Zhu Yao."

The reason for asking Zhu Yao was because she had just been closest to a young woman.

"I think..." Zhu Yao said, "That's it."

It's always been like this, low voice, noncommittal answer.

Never revealing his true thoughts, as if hiding in a shell.

The girls found the answer boring and ignored Zhu Yao.

"If you want to say you are beautiful, you are still the most beautiful, Xiao Ran."

Shang Xiaoran's attention was also drawn away: "How can there be? Stop talking nonsense."

Zhu Yao walked at the end of the line, and silently plugged in the earphones again.

******

When I walked to the place where the textbooks were collected, the student union was presiding over the order. All three grades in the school started school on this day, and many classes were queuing up.

Shang Xiaoran smiled and jumped forward: "Senior Xu!"

She knew the president of the student union, and now, Zhu Yao and her team didn't have to wait in line.

When picking up the textbooks, the girls chattered about which pile you should hold and which pile I should hold, and they will be distributed to Zhu Yao, leaving a tall pile of Chinese books.

No one wants to help her share.

Zhu Yao didn't intend to ask for help either.

Picking up a tall stack of books by herself, Shang Xiaoran asked her with a stack of English books in her arms, "Can you hold them?"

Zhu Yao nodded, and Shang Xiaoran said nothing more.

When walking to the classroom, the girls holding short stacks of books can chat easily while walking: "Who is the celebrity whose house collapsed yesterday?"

"I don't even know you."

Zhu Yao was still at the end of the line holding her stack of books.

The edge of the new book is sharp, and there are two red marks on Zhu Yao's thin arms.

The sun was so hot, and it was scorching hot, and the short-sleeved school uniform was sticking to the back with sweat, which somehow brought a sense of oppression on the chest.

She is getting further and further away from the team.

Then, when he was staring at the red mark on his arm in a daze, he realized that the weight on his hand suddenly lightened.

Looking up, I realized that it was the young woman who asked her for directions just now, who split half of the book in her hand and left.

Seeing Zhu Yao look up, she smiled: "Go to the teaching building? Me too."

Zhu Yao: "No need, I can move it myself."

"It's okay." The woman said very gently, "Anyway, my hands are empty."

"Oh."

The two walked all the way in silence.

There was no fragrance on the woman, but it unexpectedly made Zhu Yao feel refreshed.Unlike my mother's friends, the rose, orange blossom, and jasmine fragrance all over my body as soon as I approached it made my head dizzy.

All I could hear was the woman's heels hitting the ground, kicking and kicking.And her blue skirt, swaying and rustling with the steps.

Zhu Yao stared at the corner of the blue skirt, like rolling waves, like a flowing sky, and like a young mind with ups and downs, anxiety, ecstasy, and finally peace.

"You don't talk much."

"Ok?"

The woman smiled: "I walked all the way without talking."

"Ah, um."

Only then did Zhu Yao realize that the teaching building was right in front of him.

The woman asked, "What class do you go to?"

"Senior Class Two."

"Are you from class two?"

Zhu Yao nodded.

The woman smiled: "Then I'll send you to the door of the classroom."

Zhu Yao felt strange, but didn't want to ask more questions.

Walking to the door of the classroom, Lao Fang has already come to the classroom, and the boys playing basketball on the playground have also returned.

The woman asked Zhu Yao: "You move in by yourself, can you move it?"

Zhu Yao nodded, and the woman put the book back into Zhu Yao's arms.

As soon as the woman lowered her head, a few strands of hair fell on Zhu Yao's arm.

Zhu Yao: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The fresh southern tone is very gentle and pleasant to listen to.

Zhu Yao pursed her lips, but still didn't say anything, and went into the classroom.

The woman stood at the door of the classroom and called softly, "Teacher Fang."

Lao Fang glanced at it, patted the podium and shouted, "Stop arguing, wait for Shang Xiaoran to distribute books." Then he walked out of the classroom.

Zhu Yao put the stack of books on the podium and walked back to his seat.

When I plugged in the earphones, I unconsciously glanced out.

From her perspective, through a window, all she could see was Lao Fang's crew cut, the pointed collar of a plaid shirt, slightly dark skin, and a mouth that opened and closed.

He was talking to someone.

He was facing the person who was talking, but was completely blocked by the window frame, so he couldn't see anything.

Zhu Yao can only reproduce it in his heart: a small face, snow-white, with light eyebrows, hidden behind a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses.

There is also Shang Xiaoran's sentence: "You look pretty."

is it beautiful?Zhu Yao doesn't think so.

From the first time I saw him, Zhu Yao never felt that Qu Qingcheng was beautiful.

The feeling Qu Qingcheng gave her was "beauty".

"Beautiful" is not the same as "beautiful".

Noisily finished handing out the textbooks, the next section is Chinese class.

There are no lectures on the first day of school, but the teachers of various subjects come to meet the students, chat for a while, and relax after a summer vacation.

The class bell rang, and when the young woman stepped onto the podium, Zhu Yao heard Shang Xiaoran in the front left say "ah".

The author says:

感谢在2021-09-0716:40:52~2021-09-0816:06:57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 threw the mine: Mu Chenyan, 223206501;

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