Time makes you fall

◎Awakening (second watch)◎

Facing Shang Xiaoran's suspicious expression, Zhu Yao stuck his hands in the pockets of his school uniform trousers, clutching the inner lining and circling.

"I gonna go see……"

why?Even ghosts know that their character is definitely not willing to act on stage, right?What kind of reason does it seem reasonable to make up?

In fact, Zhu Yao has been thinking about this question since he finished his Chinese class in the morning. He has been thinking about facing Shang Xiaoran now, but he has not come up with a usable answer.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Little Penguin."

Zhou Ang walked over with a smile on his face, with the unruly and publicity that is unique to a 17-year-old boy: "Yo, how are you."

"Zhou Ang..." Shang Xiaoran's attention was attracted first: "It's Zhou Ang, right? Class seven."

This was the first time Shang Xiaoran spoke to Zhou Ang directly.

"Yes, it seems that I am still a little famous in my grade, haha."

"Don't be so stinky. Are you going to see the venue at noon today?"

Zhu Yao listened silently at the side, and found that a person with a cheerful personality like Shang Xiaoran could really chat with anyone smoothly.

"Yeah, our class may have to dance." Zhou Ang scratched his head: "It's troublesome."

"But what are you doing here on our class bus?"

"Don't you know? This bus is for the second class, the fifth class and the seventh class. Otherwise, it won't be full, what a waste." She glanced at Zhu Yao with a smile.

Zhu Yao was surprised to find that Shang Xiaoran had a look of sudden realization on his face.

Zhu Yao understood in a blink of an eye——so it was like this!

Shang Xiaoran thought that Zhu Yao came with him because Zhou Ang was coming at noon today.

Zhu Yao took advantage of the situation and said a few words to Zhou Ang, and despised himself in his heart again.

I'm sorry Zhou Ang.

Sure enough, it's better to reject Qu Qingcheng's role, and don't drag irrelevant people into trouble.

What kind of use is this.

******

When we got in the car, because among the girls traveling with me was Shang Xiaoran's good friend, they naturally sat together.

There were seven people in total, seated in a row of two, and of course Zhu Yao, who was the most reticent and out of gregarious, got the order.

When the seventh group got on the bus, Zhou Ang walked along the narrow passage and glanced at Zhu Yao who was sitting alone by the window.

I kind of want to sit there.

The girls sitting in the back of the seventh class began to boo: "Zhou Ang, the people in the same class are going to sit together!"

Zhou Ang laughed and scolded "It's so annoying", but still walked towards a small matrix where his class sat.

The last ones to get on the bus were the teachers, and the last one to get on the bus among the teachers was Qu Qingcheng.

A black turtleneck sweater, more and more lining a face as pure as snow.A white plaid coat hangs on his thin arms.

No matter what color Qu Qingcheng wears, it is all pure white in Zhu Yao's eyes.

It will remind Zhu Yao of the daffodil buds in the study room last night. Before they bloom, they are already the purest beauty in the world.

The bus driver asked, "Is everyone here?"

The teachers in the three classes each checked and said "it's all set", and Qu Qingcheng finally answered.

Yi Siyuan asked, "Where is Lao Fang?"

Qu Qingcheng said, "I went with the school leader's car."

"Wow, Lao Fang won't want to be promoted to the director of the grade?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "You guess."

He had to eat his lunch on the way to the theater, and after the bus left smoothly, Qu Qingcheng and the other teachers began to distribute meals together.

A rice ball, a box of vegetables, a bottle of milk, and an orange.

Yi Siyuan: "It's so simple!"

Qu Qingcheng stared at him with a smile: "Are people in our school rich?"

When she finally handed Zhu Yao a portion of the meal to Zhu Yao, she opened the small table on the seat next to Zhu Yao and put a portion of the meal.

Zhu Yao's heart was pounding, and before she could let herself understand what it meant, Qu Qingcheng sat over, and the coat belt on the armrest of the seat swept across the back of Zhu Yao's hands, fluffy.

Shang Xiaoran glanced over here: "Mr. Qu, what are rice balls made of?"

"It seems that there are two kinds of meat floss and beef. You should try yours."

Simple transparent packaging, no label, only taste.

Zhu Yao propped his face on his palms and looked out of the window all the way, glancing at Qu Qingcheng's profile from the corner of his eyes, smiling so naturally.

Originally, there was an empty seat next to him in the section where the second class was sitting, so it was only natural for Qu Qingcheng to sit here, so don't think too much about it.

Zhu Yao controlled her ears, not to burn up because of nervousness, worry, and the sadness brought about by the imminent rejection of Qu Qingcheng.

Amidst the sound of tearing the rice ball wrapping paper, Qu Qingcheng asked Zhu Yao in a low voice, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Huh?" Zhu Yao pretended to have just recovered: "I want to eat."

As soon as his eyes moved away from the window, they immediately fell on the small table, as if he wanted to stare at the rice balls, anyway, he never looked at Qu Qingcheng beside him.

Qu Qingcheng bit the rice ball and said, "Mine is beef."

Zhu Yao followed suit and took a bite: "Mine too."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "What a coincidence."

Zhu Yao: "Yes."

I don't know if there was a sound of bubbling and bubbling in Qu Qingcheng's ears when I heard the "hmm" just now.

Even in the midst of so much tension and entanglement, so much guilt and anxiety, my heart is still beating like the bubbles overflowing in Coke.

When I was young, why was I always happy with those coincidences where rationality seemed to be nothing.

If onigiri happens to be the same taste.

If the shoes happen to be the same color.

If you happen to hear the same music playing on loop in the car at the same time.

Is it possible to get closer to your yearning?

Qu Qingcheng's cell phone rang when there was only half an hour left to bite into Qu Qingcheng's rice ball.

She put the rice ball back on the small table, wiped her hands, and reached into her coat pocket to fumble for her phone.

"Hello? Old... Teacher Fang."

Zhu Yao wanted to laugh a little.

"Yeah, okay, I know."

When Qu Qingcheng responded to Lao Fang with gentle and soft words, Zhu Yao stared at the small half of the rice ball that Qu Qingcheng had placed.

A circle of light red, printed on the white grains of rice.A small circumference circled the shape of Qu Qingcheng's lips.

Qu Qingcheng's mouth is so small.

Zhu Yao stared at the rice ball with Qu Qingcheng's lipstick on it and thought.

Qu Qingcheng hung up the phone: "Old Fang told me about the arrangements after arriving at the theater."

Zhu Yao nodded.

Qu Qingcheng picked up a yellow orange on the table and began to peel it.

Zhu Yao asked, "Have you finished eating rice balls?"

Qu Qingcheng peeled the orange and smiled: "I ate the rice balls my mother sent me this morning, and I haven't fully digested it yet, so I can't eat it anymore."

Zhu Yao suddenly regretted that he ate so fast just now, and now there is only a crumpled piece of transparent wrapping paper left in his hand.

If I can also leave a small corner of my rice ball and put it on the table, will it have a symmetrical beauty with Qu Qingcheng?

But now Zhu Yao could only put down the crumpled wrapping paper and stare at Qu Qingcheng peeling the oranges.

The orange flesh is exposed, and the white meridians are exposed.

Zhu Yao said, "You have such a good relationship with your mother."

Qu Qingcheng paused for a moment, and pulled a white web on the orange petal, and when he pulled it, it snapped.

"...Well, very good." Qu Qingcheng said with a smile.

Zhu Yao has nothing more to say.

She took a look at the orange on her table, it seemed that it was not as big as the one in Qu Qingcheng's hand, picked it up, and was about to peel it.

At this time, Qu Qingcheng seemed to take the orange in Zhu Yao's hand away, and put the orange he had just peeled into Zhu Yao's hand as if it was a matter of course.

"You eat this."

The roaring sound of the bus almost covered Qu Qingcheng's voice, and also slightly covered Zhu Yao's nervousness.

"Why?" she asked boldly.

Qu Qingcheng lowered his head again, and was peeling the orange she took from Zhu Yao: "You hurt your hand so badly last time, although it's basically healed now, peeling the orange is somewhat inconvenient."

She raised her head again, and winked at Zhuyao slyly: "Besides, mine is bigger, you earned it."

Zhu Yao: "...Thank you."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "You kid, you don't have to be so polite."

Many years later, fans picked up Reuters photos of Zhu Yao at the shooting scene. Many times, Zhu Yao held an orange in his hand.

"Oh, oh, our Yaobao likes to eat oranges very much (狗头(狗头(狗头)

"Miss sister who is orange in orange, hehehe!"

In fact, Zhu Yao’s habit of eating oranges had already been developed in the winter when she was 17 years old, before the term “orange flavor in oranges” was so popular.

The skin of the oranges that have been baked by the heating is slightly warmed and soft, but the inside is still cold when peeled off. The grainy pulp has the astringent taste of unpeeled meridians, sweet and sour, which makes people feel warm The dizzy brain suddenly woke up.

It's like the taste of a 17-year-old mind.

So Zhu Yao ate and ate, ate and ate for many years after leaving Qu Qingcheng, as if he had become addicted.

At this time, at the age of 17, she looked at Qu Qingcheng's white and dexterous fingers, peeled off the smaller orange that belonged to her, stuffed a piece of crystal orange petal into her delicate mouth, and smiled at Zhu Yao.

"Sweet?"

"sweet."

After eating the oranges, the bus was swaying, and Qu Qingcheng leaned against the back of the seat, as if closing his eyes and resting his mind.

It was only then that Zhu Yao dared to take a peek at Qu Qingcheng's side face. The bridge of the nose with the gold-rimmed glasses was straight, and the gentle lines outlined the beauty.

However, Zhu Yao dared to take such a look, and turned his eyes away, staring at the small table that was opened in front of Qu Qingcheng.

The peeled orange peel is like a blooming flower, containing a few small orange cores, round and round,

Zhu Yao stared at the white little seed fascinated, and a strange feeling arose in his heart——

The orange core had just been spat out by Qu Qingcheng, and the surface was a little moist, which aroused something fluffy and wet in Zhu Yao's heart.Zhu Yao, who was only 17 years old at the time, still couldn't understand what that kind of thing was.

It was not until many years later that Zhu Yao and Qu Qingcheng sat in the movie theater. It was not until the movie opened and the theater was completely dark that Zhu Yao took off his mask and whispered into Qu Qingcheng's ear:

"Eat oranges?"

"Okay."

When Qu Qingcheng didn't know where to spit out the orange core, Zhu Yao naturally spread his palm.

Qu Qingcheng smiled, lowered his head slightly, and spat out the orange core into Zhu Yao's palm.At that time, a little crystal of the orange core was sticking to Zhu Yao's palm moistly. Zhu Yao's heart throbbed, and he held Qu Qingcheng's hand next to him: "I want to..."

It wasn't until this moment that Zhu Yao realized what the fluffy, wet thing that rose in his heart for the first time at the age of 17 was.

******

Many years later, Zhu Yao and Qu Qingcheng leaned on the bed, and Zhu Yao asked Qu Qingcheng to sit in front of her, so that she could hug Qu Qingcheng's shoulders from behind and make Qu Qingcheng's body slightly smaller than hers, completely Buried in her arms.

While pulling up Qu Qingcheng's shirt that had slipped off his shoulders, Zhu Yao told Qu Qingcheng about the past when he was 17 years old.

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "You are really late."

Zhu Yao nodded seriously: "Really."

Qu Qingcheng leaned into her ear: "Then do you still want to eat oranges?"

Zhu Yao smiled and said, "I can't imagine it."

******

17-year-old Zhu Yao watched the bus stop in front of the theater with ignorant thoughts. Qu Qingcheng opened his eyes in a daze, and started to organize the students to get off the bus with the teachers of other classes.

When they came to the theater, Qu Qingcheng seemed very satisfied, took out the tape measure he brought, and measured the horizontal and vertical dimensions with Yi Siyuan, discussing the size and method of the stage set.

Before walking away to measure the size, she whispered in Zhu Yao's ear, "Think about whether you want to play the heroine or not?"

Zhu Yao: "Yes."

She stood on the side of the stage, staring at Qu Qingcheng's figure running around on the stage.

Thinking of rehearsing short plays with Qu Qingcheng, thinking of those poetic lines written by Qu Qingcheng, flowing out of his mouth in a shy tone.

What a joy that would be.

Or... just take the position of the heroine.

Anyway, Shang Xiaoran thought that he came to the theater at noon today because of Zhou Ang, if he got closer to Zhou Ang, if...

In fact, Zhu Yao didn't know how Zhou Ang felt about her at that time.

A boy like Zhou Ang, who is on the school basketball team, may be called "handsome" with a face that gradually becomes sharp with the development of puberty. Coupled with his unruly and flamboyant personality, he is very popular with girls in his grade. one type.

The so-called "man of the hour" or something.

The reason for talking to Zhu Yao was an accident in the hospital. He seemed to like Zhu Yao's hairstyle with a ponytail. Since then, Zhu Yao has become one of the girls he often chats with.

Of course Zhu Yao understood that Zhou Ang had some affection for her, but if he wanted to say "like", it would seem that he was too narcissistic.

But even so, Zhu Yao still felt uncomfortable when he thought that he was going to deliberately get closer to Zhou Ang and use him.

It's too bad to use a person's goodwill towards him to deceive... At that time, Zhu Yao didn't understand that in the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, besides the guilt towards Zhou Ang, there was also an instinct due to gender repel.

Just when Zhu Yao hadn't fully figured it out, the principal interrupted her thoughts by running to catch the strong man: "You students, come and help."

It turned out that the leader of the pre-examination came over at noon today, and he wanted to hear whether the students themselves were satisfied with this venue.

With a lively and cheerful student like Shang Xiaoran, Zhu Yao only needs to be a qualified human background board.

After finally making it to the end of the show, when Zhu Yao walked back to the side of the stage, he found that Qu Qingcheng was no longer there, and Yi Siyuan was left alone with a tape measure, fighting with other "brothers" in the class.

It's not easy for Zhu Yao to ask where Qu Qingcheng has gone, it always seems too deliberate.

She looked around and saw that all the classes were still discussing the layout of the stage. It might not be finished in a while, so she decided to take out her earphones to watch the animation.

After touching the pocket of the school uniform trousers, I found that the earphones were missing.

Zhu Yao thought about it, probably it fell out of his pocket when he was riding the bus just now, and decided to go back to the car to find it.

Fortunately, luckily, the driver didn't lock the door, so Zhu Yao got in and walked to his seat just now.

As he walked, his footsteps were light, and his face became dazed.

It turns out that Qu Qingcheng... is hiding here.

Nestled on the seat she just sat on, with a plaid coat covering her body, only a small and clean face was exposed, the gold-rimmed glasses were taken off and placed on Zhu Yao's seat, her clear and beautiful features were exposed, looking like Usually looks like and doesn't look like.

Zhu Yao stopped and stood in front of Qu Qingcheng, feeling the direct sunlight from the window shining on the small round top of her head, giving birth to a rare warmth in winter,

Her scalp was hot, and her heart was also hot, watching the dust being illuminated by the warm yellow sun, flying up and down around the long and clear eyelashes.

A small part of Qu Qingcheng's face is hidden in the shadows, and most of it is exposed to the sun, like a contrasting painting, or a song with ups and downs.

Zhu Yao just stood there watching, breathing lightly.

I am grateful for the rare good weather in this winter.

She didn't know why Qu Qingcheng hid here to sleep, now that she thought about it, Qu Qingcheng fell asleep on the way to the theater, didn't she sleep last night, okay?

The reason for not sleeping well is because of Yang Shenghan?Because of Mr. Zheng?Or because of other people and things?

Zhu Yao didn't have the position or qualifications to ask, but at least, she was standing here now, looking at Qu Qingcheng's sleeping face, which could make Qu Qingcheng sleep more comfortably.

For example, she saw that her Teacher Qu frowned slightly in the face of the dazzling sunlight from the window in her sleep.

Zhu Yao thought for a while, leaning on the back of the seat in front of Qu Qingcheng, with his outstretched hands folded.

The sunlight was basically blocked, and only three or two strands leaked from between Zhu Yao's fingers that were not plump enough.

That's great, Qu Qingcheng's brows stretched.

Zhu Yao just stood and blocked like that, didn't watch anime, manga or play games, but he didn't feel bored at all.

Her eyes transitioned from the curved and sharp eyelashes to her flattened palms, and she couldn't see the secrets of her life hidden in those crooked palm lines, so she followed the sunlight and transitioned back to the curved and clear eyelashes tip.

The overly peaceful atmosphere gave Zhu Yaosheng a strange feeling——

She can stand here forever.

Until a voice rang in her ear: "What are you doing here?"

Zhu Yao was so frightened that his hands trembled. The wound on his hand, which was accidentally injured in order to stop Yang Shenghan, had already healed, but now it was burning hot.

The delicate tone in that voice was enough for her to understand that the person behind it was Shang Xiaoran.

Zhu Yaoqiang held down his heartbeat, and replied with the same voice: "I'll get the earphones in the car."

"Coincidentally." Shang Xiaoran smiled: "I also went back to the car to get lip balm."

"Teacher Qu is sleeping here." She pretended to be nonchalant: "Are you... are you blocking the light for Teacher Qu?"

Maybe it was because the sun outside the window was really too hot, Zhu Yao's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"Just a matter of convenience..."

Such a weak explanation.

But it is more difficult for Zhu Yao to let Shang Xiaoran understand that he only yearns for Qu Qingcheng purely.

I can't explain clearly, I don't know the way, what should I do?

Shang Xiaoran didn't give her any chance to explain, she took out the lipstick from her bag and was about to leave.

"Wait a moment."

"Huh?" Shang Xiaoran turned her head with a smile.

"I'll tell you something."

"What?" Shang Xiaoran was still laughing.

"I..." Zhu Yao gritted his teeth: "Actually, I like Zhou Ang."

Shang Xiaoran froze for a moment: "What?"

"I'm not interested in girls, I...I like Zhou Ang." Zhu Yao almost bit his tongue: "So, that's actually what happened. You treated me last time...I'm sorry."

Shang Xiaoran hesitated for a moment: "Really?"

Zhu Yao nodded while despising herself viciously in her heart.

Shang Xiaoran blinked: "Then I will tell Zhou Ang that you like him, of course in a clever way. If Zhou Ang is also interested in you, it will be a favor to you, right?"

Zhu Yao: "This..."

"Hey, why are you all here?"

Behind Zhu Yao, a confused voice sounded.

Zhu Yao's heart trembled, and he blurted out to Shang Xiaoran: "Go ahead and talk about it."

Qu Qingcheng: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Zhu Yao said to Shang Xiaoran again: "Go ahead and talk, thank you."

Shang Xiaoran smiled and left.

"You children, why are you so mysterious?" Qu Qingcheng was at a loss.

"It's a secret between us children." Zhu Yao turned to Qu Qingcheng and asked, "Have you talked to Yang Shenghan?"

Qu Qingcheng was silent for a while.

Still answered Zhu Yao: "We talked about it once."

"Will she still come to school to see you?"

"Maybe." Qu Qingcheng smiled: "She is someone who does things as she pleases, regardless of the consequences."

"Zhu Yao, there is a thread on your school uniform."

Qu Qingcheng stretched out his hand, but Zhu Yao slapped it away: "What the hell! Yang Shenghan came to the school to look for you, aren't you afraid?"

Qu Qingcheng was taken aback by Zhu Yao's slap, retracted his wrist and paused, and then laughed again: "Let's let nature take its course."

Let the flow be ass!Zhu Yao said in his heart.

She turned around and left, completely forgetting to find the earphones.

Qu Qingcheng called her from behind Zhu Yao: "Zhu Yao, what's wrong with you?"

"Is it the heroine who doesn't want to act in a short play?"

"Yes." Zhu Yao turned back: "To be honest, I'm not interested in that role at all, so don't force me anymore."

******

At noon on Saturday, when Zhou Ang came to the classroom to look for Zhu Yao, there were secretly watching eyes from every corner of the classroom.

Shang Xiaoran secretly looked out while laughing and chatting with Tang Nuo and the others.

Zhu Yao walked out pretending to be calm.

"Little Penguin, are you free tonight?" Zhou Ang asked with a smile.

"Yes." Zhu Yao said, "Zhou Ang, in fact, if you don't come to me today, I will go to you."

"Tell me something?" Zhou Ang said, "Let's go to the video game city tonight."

Zhu Yao nodded: "OK."

******

Because there was no evening self-study on Saturday, when Zhu Yao went to the carport to push the cart after school in the evening, he found Zhou Ang standing there with his schoolbag in a ruffian manner.

"You also commute to school by bike?"

"No." Zhou Ang smiled: "I'll wait for you here, lest you slip away."

"I won't slip away, I really have something to tell you."

Zhu Yao pushed the bicycle, and Zhou Ang walked slowly beside her.

"Where is the video game city?"

"No way, you don't even know this?"

Zhu Yao shook her head, watching Qu Qingcheng's white BMW drive past her at the school gate.

Zhu Yao lowered her head, wondering if Qu Qingcheng in the car saw her walking with Zhou Ang.

Zhou Ang smiled and said, "I will take you to open your eyes today!"

The author says:

I don’t have a good list today, but my mood is really down... But with the long comments from the second little angel and the various feeds + help from the little angels, it seems that I can persist.I am moved by the second watch, let’s not talk about it, you all understand~