Time makes you fall

◎Christmas◎

Zhu Yao really didn't know that there was such a big video game city within walking distance of the school.

Pushing the bicycle and following Zhou Ang, walking in the small alley with twists and turns, and saw a cool door with bright lights shining.

Zhou Ang grinned: "Did you blind your dog's eyes?"

Zhu Yao gave him a white look: "I'll stop first."

After parking the bicycle and returning, Zhu Yao found that Zhou Ang was no longer at the gate of the video game city. Looking around, he found that Zhou Ang was buying milk tea at the gate of a milk tea shop.

Zhu Yao walked over: "I invite you."

"No need, I've already paid the money, and I'm not a black-hearted businessman so I won't charge double the money."

"Then why don't I give it to you?"

"No, you're so annoying!" Zhou Ang looked around: "You invite me to eat small octopus balls for dinner, two boxes!"

Zhu Yao just gave up.

Zhou Ang waited here to get milk tea, Zhu Yao went to the side to buy octopus balls: "What flavor do you want?"

"casual."

When walking back with octopus balls in his hands, Zhou Ang happened to get milk tea, a cup of pearls and a cup of taro balls dangled in front of Zhu Yao: "Which cup do you want?"

Zhu Yao said without hesitation: "Taro balls."

I remember when I first met Qu Qingcheng, I took Qu Qingcheng to find a laundry very funny, how the cup of taro milk tea that Qu Qingcheng invited her to drink soothed her heart in the dark and empty house.

A cup of milk tea for each person, served with small octopus balls, which should be the only plot in Japanese idol dramas, not to mention the timely rain, hanging on the eaves, like the delicate and lingering thoughts of young people.

"It's actually raining. Let's rush to the opposite video game city after eating."

"Row."

What Zhu Yao wanted to say next was: "Zhou Ang..."

Zhou Ang bit the octopus ball and his cheeks bulged: "Actually, you don't like me, do you?"

Zhu Yao was taken aback for a moment: "...how do you know?"

The hot air overflowing from the octopus balls scalded the mouth, and the whiteness covered the name "Qu Qingcheng", like a secret.

Zhou Ang also felt hot, and the steam kept coming out of his mouth: "I think you are the kind of person who likes girls."

"Are you?"

Zhu Yao looked at the continuous rain in front of him: "Actually, I haven't thought about this question." Since encountering Shang Xiaoran's bear hug confession, he has been deliberately avoiding it.

"But... maybe."

"Well, I guess it is." Zhou Ang smiled: "But why did you tell Shang Xiaoran that you like me?"

"I have a...reason for doing this, but it's not easy to tell anyone, Zhou Ang, I'm sorry."

"I wanted to find you today and apologize to you. I'm sorry for dragging you into this matter and making you a fake admirer for no reason."

Zhou Ang laughed again: "It doesn't matter, anyway, I am so popular, and there are so many girls who admire me."

Zhu Yao also smiled and glared at him.

Zhou Ang said, "Speaking of which, I still have to apologize to you."

"why?"

"I just started talking to you..." Zhou Ang threw the finished box of octopus balls into the trash can and scratched his head: "Because I was lost at that time, I..."

"Do you feel a little bit about our captain?"

Zhu Yao's pupils dilated for a moment, and the last unfinished octopus ball fell to the ground with a snap.

******

When Zhu Yao returned home, the rain had already stopped.

It didn't fall too much at first, and Zhu Yao's hair was only slightly wet. He went into the bathroom and wiped it with a towel, but no water came out, and he felt lonely.

At this time, the phone rang, and Zhu Yao looked at the three words "Teacher Qu" popping up on the screen, a little lost in thought.

It was a message: "Have you really decided not to play the heroine? Or is it because you are in a bad mood today?"

Zhu Yao walked into the study with her cell phone in her hands, and stood her cell phone upright on a bookend in front of her, as if offering a Buddha.

At the top of the list is the word "Teacher Qu".

Zhu Yao lay in front of the phone with his chin in his hands, thinking about the scene with Zhou Ang in the video game city tonight.

I don't know how the so-called "confession" that everyone wants to find out has become the rhythm of a close sister enlightening a brother.

Listening to what Zhou Angxuxu said, Zhu Yao discovered for the first time that boys' minds can be so delicate——

"I still remember the first bottle he bought me. Watermelon-flavored Fanta, isn't it weird?"

Well, I also remember the first cup that Teacher Qu invited me to drink, it was taro ball milk tea.

"I can bully him, but others can't bully him."

Well, if someone wants to make Teacher Qu suffer, that is absolutely impossible.

"Once I saw another girl give him a Coke, I was so angry, okay?"

Well, the last time I saw Shang Xiaoran sharing a bean paste bun with Teacher Qu, I was also angry.

"You're probably the only girl I've talked to who doesn't like me." Zhou Ang asked Zhu Yao with a bitter face, "Tell me, my captain..."

The more Zhu Yao listened, the more confused he became: "Although I haven't thought about what it means to like someone..."

"But if you don't need to explain what you like, I'm afraid it will be difficult to end it?"

Zhou Ang covered his face and wailed.

But now that Zhu Yao is sitting in the study, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels something is wrong——

Why can she correspond to Teacher Qu for everything Zhou Ang said?

She is clearly yearning for Teacher Qu, isn't she?

Could it be that Zhou Ang also yearns purely for his captain?

Zhu Yao felt that she couldn't think about it anymore, and the instinctive danger in her heart made her avoid thinking about it like an ostrich with her head buried in the sand.

She picked up her mobile phone and sent a message to Zhou Ang: "Actually, I don't know what your feelings are for the captain, you can figure it out yourself!"

Zhou Ang came back quickly: "Haha I didn't expect you at all! You are so stupid!"

Zhu Yao snorted silently, exited, and clicked into the dialog box with Qu Qingcheng again:

"There's nothing wrong, and I'm not in a bad mood."

"I just don't want to act, maybe I don't really like the script you wrote."

Qu Qingcheng didn't come back.

******

In Chinese class on Monday, Qu Qingcheng announced the decision to cast Shang Xiaoran as the heroine of the short play.

Shang Xiaoran sat on the seat, like a proud peacock, showing a smile of "I knew it", but said in his mouth: "Oh, I really don't want to act, but Teacher Qu insisted that I act..."

Zhu Yao picked a corner of the page with his fingers, folded it, then smoothed it, folded it again, and smoothed it again.

A deep pleat, as if folded in my heart.

After Chinese class, Shang Xiaoran was surrounded by his classmates to celebrate, so he couldn't go to the podium to ask Qu Qingcheng's questions. Zhu Yao was going to go to the bathroom, but before he stood up, he raised his eyes to look at the corridor, but his heart shivered——

Why is Yang Shenghan here? !

Today is not an open day, how did she enter the school? !

Yang Shenghan's looks, dress, and temperament are the focus of the crowd wherever he puts them, let alone among a bunch of high school students who wear school uniforms and can't make up blatantly.

It quickly attracted the attention of the classmates: "Who is that woman?"

"Ah, did you come to see Teacher Qu?"

"Is it Teacher Qu's friend?"

Zhu Yao immediately went to see Shang Xiaoran. Shang Xiaoran was surrounded by a group of people asking questions. He glanced out the window, but he didn't seem to care much.

Outside the classroom, Qu Qingcheng said a few words to Yang Shenghan, and Yang Shenghan followed her away.

Zhu Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

At least Yang Shenghan didn't plan to make a fuss outside the classroom today.

There was a man who gave Qu Qingcheng flowers before, and all the gossip students knew about it.As long as Yang Shenghan doesn't make a fuss in the open, or don't be stared at by a discerning person like Shang Xiaoran and find out what's going on.

Naqu Qingcheng is safe.

So when Zhou Ang came to look for Zhu Yao, there was a booing sound of "Oh yo yo" in the classroom.

Zhu Yao stood up and walked out: "Sorry, let you be my shield."

Zhou Ang grinned: "Each to each other."

******

The days passed smoothly in this way. When Zhu Yao looked down at the manga on his mobile phone during class, he often heard Shang Xiaoran who came back from looking for Qu Qingcheng, saying to different people: "Teacher Qu changed another line today. , I feel so good!"

Shang Xiaoran read out the newly revised lines, Zhu Yao didn't look up, but just listened with his ears up, remembering each word in his heart.

When I rode my bike home from school, I saw red canes and green holly wreaths hanging in front of every small store, and the picture of Santa Claus with a chubby face was posted.

The milk tea shop most popular with students has launched a chocolate-flavored Christmas special drink, and the front of the shop is crowded with girls holding hands.

Zhu Yao was riding a bicycle, and while waiting for the red light, he raised his hands that were slightly frozen red and let out a sigh of relief.

She doesn't have the habit of wearing gloves, and she doesn't have Teacher Qu who buys her a cup of taro ball milk tea when the weather turns cold.

But, as long as Teacher Qu is still smooth and in front of the teacher she most wants to be, it will be fine.

When Zhu Yao came home, the dark house was even more empty in the festive atmosphere of wearing red and green outside. Zhu Yao did her homework for a while as if she was going to cut out her hair. Turned out a few pages of paper.

It is "Looking Up", a printed version of the script written by Qu Qingcheng.

A corner of the paper has been curled, which looks like Santa Claus' white beard curled up, which is the result of frequent flipping.

Zhu Yao found a line that Shang Xiaoran said that Qu Qingcheng revised today, crossed out the previous line with the pen in his hand, and wrote down the line that Qu Qingcheng newly revised today, word by word.

The words are ugly, but it doesn't matter.

Because the sentences written by Qu Qingcheng are like poems, like paintings, like bridges meandering over shallow streams and reeds, and become the integration of all beauty.

It doesn't matter how beautiful her handwriting is.

******

On December 12st, the winter solstice, on Wednesday, the classroom has already begun to be full of discussions such as "what are you going to give him" and "what's the matter, I'm not interested in him".

Zhou Ang came to look for Zhu Yao, and Zhu Yao walked out again amidst the sound of "oh yo yo".

It is estimated that no one would have thought that when Zhou Ang came to Zhu Yao, he lowered his voice and asked, "Do you think I want to give the captain a gift?"

Zhu Yao: "...whatever."

Zhou Ang was distressed for a while, and then asked Zhu Yao: "What about you? Which girl do you want to give a gift?"

Zhu Yao said: "No."

She had other things on her mind about Christmas.

******

Who brought those strange traditions about Christmas?

For example, the fact that apples are given to each other at Christmas was probably brought by the vendors in the fruit shop.Another example is the incident of chasing and fighting in school with jackhammers at Christmas, which seems to have been brought by a Jincheng girl before.

It is said that Jincheng will be like this at Christmas, but what is the reason?There is also no evidence to test.

If I insist on sorting out a logic, it is probably that the bad luck of the year will be taken away, and the luck will be better in the next year?

In short, the girl from Jincheng has already graduated, but this strange tradition has been preserved in No. [-] Middle School.Zhu Yaogao was taken aback when he saw it for the first time, but he understood why those decompression programs in the video game city are so popular.

Pirate Ship.Meteor hammer.Fist machine.There is also Christmas chasing and fighting with jackhammers.

All to vent out those things that have been accumulated in my heart for a long time.

By Friday, many people were already bringing the deflated jackhammers to school, saying "I'll bring the inflator to school tomorrow", and my friends responded with "hmmmmmmm".

This year's Christmas Eve falls on a Saturday, which provides a stage for this "long-established" event.The school leaders were probably also afraid that these students, who usually struggled to read the papers, would be under too much pressure, and if they didn't vent, they would cause problems. Anyway, it was only a day, so they adopted the method of "opening one eye and closing one eye" and let it go.

What is the last class? It seems that the geography teacher changed to math temporarily because of something. Many people are already taking out the deflated jackhammer and winking at each other about the next "tactics".

Lao Fang shouted from the podium: "You have to look at me! If you don't look at me, how will you know if I have deformed!"

After shouting twice, seeing that everyone's hearts on the podium have collectively flown to tonight's "big war", they simply threw away the chalk ends: "Don't talk anymore, let's make your own papers."

When the get out of class bell was about to ring, someone was counting down the seconds: "Five, four, three, two..."

Finally, when the get out of class bell rang, everyone cheered and jumped up to "inflate" their weapons. Lao Fang's shout of "be careful" was completely forgotten.

Zhu Yao silently took out a small jackhammer from her schoolbag.

She doesn't have any close friends, and she suddenly walked up and said "Please lend me the inflator" is not something she can do, so unlike other people with a deflated air hammer, a small one that can be hidden in a schoolbag The air hammer seemed a little imposing.

but it does not matter.

She walked out of the classroom with a small hammer and stood in the shadows at the corner of the corridor.

Last year, Zhu Yao had no interest in participating in this "Christmas War" at all. When walking through the corridor, he was still beaten several times by people in his class, people in other classes, people he knew and people he didn't know.

Zhu Yao originally thought that the inflatable hammer would feel nothing when it was hit, but when it was hit on the head and body, the feeling of hitting the head and covering the face still made her eyes stare several times.

She didn't prepare "weapons" to fight back at all last year. Of course, those who fought back were beaten even worse.

Although that kind of strength once made Zhu Yao suspect that he had offended someone or something, but after watching it a lot, he realized that it was just a meaningless vent, and even popular people were chased and beaten even worse.

This year, she guarded a corner of the corridor with a jackhammer, and began to watch crazy people chasing each other with colorful jackhammers:

"Die, Brother Face!"

"Are you the reinforcements sent by the monkey?"

"Eat me an Armstrong Cyclotron Jet Armstrong Hammer!"

Zhu Yao was not immune to being hit several times, she kept dodging and didn't bother to fight back, and the attacker felt bored and let her go.

Most of the time, she stood quietly in the corner, enjoying the invisible benefits brought by her bad popularity. She took out her phone and checked the time until she gripped the handle of the hammer a little tighter.

Students do not go to evening self-study on Saturday night, but the teacher has to stay for regular meetings.That is to say, in a few minutes, Qu Qingcheng, who came out of the office, was going to drive home through the corridor, and he would definitely pass by this corner.

Zhu Yao has already seen several people guarding the door of the office: "We ambushed Teacher Qu!"

This is the "price" for Qu Qingcheng's popularity.

Unsurprisingly, 5 minutes later, Qu Qingcheng came out.

Even though it was Christmas, Qu Qingcheng did not choose to wear red or green like most of the others. A blue coat was regarded as the bright color of her clothes. Wide-legged black and white plaid cashmere trousers and a pair of white square heel leather boots made her look beautiful. It is clear and beautiful.

Qu Qingcheng should have heard other people talk about the famous "Christmas War". Now seeing is believing, he was obviously shocked: "You are all crazy!"

While the others were running towards Qu Qingcheng holding the air hammer, Zhu Yao also rushed over with the air hammer.

She was a few steps away from Qu Qingcheng, hidden in a crowd of students rushing around, she could see Qu Qingcheng's light blue back "running away" with the textbook on her back, but she guessed whether Qu Qingcheng see her.

Very good, that's what Zhu Yao wanted.

She swung the air hammer vigorously, and stopped people who wanted to rush towards Qu Qingcheng by her side. It's funny to say that at that moment, Zhu Yao remembered that in the Three Kingdoms Warriors game, Zhao Yun was alone with a gentian gun , alone to go to the enemy city with many soldiers.

With a kind of solemnity of "although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go".

Although the things he did at that time seemed naive to people saying "that's not me" from the perspective of a 17-year-old, but at the time, they brought great satisfaction to Zhu Yao.

She couldn't stop everyone rushing towards Qu Qingcheng, Qu Qingcheng who "run away" with the textbook on his back was still laughing and screaming gently, but she still stopped a lot of people.

Qu Qingcheng smoothly "escaped" down the stairs.

Zhu Yao stopped her hands out of breath, the "fierce battle" just now made her blood surge up, and the heat from her body came out along the turtleneck sweater, smearing her usually cold and pale face.

Many years later, Zhu Yao participated in a variety show, and the artists had to do a quick taekwondo training before grouping to PK.After the coach had taught too many female stars who said "Oh, oh, oh", he was shocked when he taught Zhu Yao:

"Xiao Zhu is fine! You are so ruthless!"

Zhu Yao smiled and wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, only to find that the broken hair had already been stuck to his head with sweat.

The heat coming out of my taekwondo uniform back then was like the heat coming out of my turtleneck sweater on Christmas Eve when I was 17.

After Zhu Yao finished her taekwondo training, she stepped off the stage and took the sugar-free Coke that Qu Qingcheng handed her with a smile:

"So hard?"

"Yeah." Zhu Yao raised his head and gulped down half the bottle.

No matter what, I will protect you.

Qu Qingcheng.

******

Five days after Christmas, it's New Years Eve.

Zhu Yinglan sent a driver to come once, and handed Zhu Yao two paper bags: "I wish you a happy new year for the new clothes I bought for you."

Zhu Yao took it: "Where is she?"

Driver: "I'm on a business trip to Thailand."

Zhu Yao nodded silently, and closed the door with a paper bag.

The phrase "when will she come back" seems to have lost the need to speak, but will make myself look more pitiful because of the little expectation in the words.

Zhu Yao walked back to the bedroom with the paper bag and opened it.

Kind of like laughing.

Still picked it up, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and made gestures on his body.

Just to see how out of place.

The pink and purple skirt has exaggerated puff sleeves and collar ruffles, and the skirt is fluffy like a flower bud. The design is too romantic. No matter how you look at it, it is more suitable for a nine-year-old girl than a 17-year-old girl.

Taking a step back, on certain occasions, it may not seem so out of character to wear this skirt on the delicate Shang Xiaoran, but for Zhu Yao, who has a desolate face, even if he just gestures, his whole body will be The word "abrupt" is written all over it.

This is the "girly look" that Zhu Yinglan wants.

But not for me, mother.Zhu Yao said to the mirror.

Why everything is misaligned.

For example, the hardcover book was sent as a birthday gift, but she didn't know that Zhu Yao had already bought the paperback book.

For example, go to school for a parent meeting, but go to the wrong grade.

For example, the same blood is flowing on the body, but even the hug is lost as the distance is getting farther and farther away.

Why... Mom.

Like hard rocks growing from winding vines.Sour like apples with lemon.Like someone setting off fireworks at night in anticipation of the aurora.

Zhu Yao threw the skirt aside, went into the study, and took out the script that had been turned over countless times.

"Looking Up" by Qu Qingcheng.

******

During the New Year's Day holiday, the school decided to give the students a full three days, so the New Year's party was scheduled to be held on Friday night.

Students from each class will take the bus to the theater one by one starting in the afternoon.Although divided into batches, the mighty convoy still looks very imposing.

Zhu Yao sat in the back corner and heard Shang Xiaoran say to Tang Nuo in the front row: "Oh, I'm so nervous, I have too many scenes."

"After arriving at the theater in a while, I'm going to find Teacher Qu for makeup."

Today Qu Qingcheng didn't follow the second class's car, but left first with the teachers' car, and went to the theater to prepare first.

Zhu Yao pursed her lips and looked out of the window, watching the trees in Beicheng gradually become barren in winter, with the last leaf blowing away with the wind.

Qu Qingcheng... wants to put on makeup for Shang Xiaoran.

What does makeup look like?

Holding his face, he was very close, so close that the other person's face filled his entire pupils.

A serious person like Qu Qingcheng, when putting on makeup, will also show a concentrated expression as if he is in class.

If Qu Qingcheng could look at himself once with that focused gaze...

Zhu Yao smiled self-deprecatingly in his heart: Obviously he refused, didn't he?

Suddenly Shang Xiaoran in the front row said, "Oh no, my stomach hurts."

Tang Nuo became nervous: "Isn't it you? Did you eat something bad?"

"No, I eat the same as you at noon! Do you have a stomachache?"

"Not at all."

Zhu Yao, who was sitting in the back row, jumped up with a thumping heart.

The author says:

It's coming, it's coming~ The second thousand-word long review, it's coming to me!Thank you sweet little angel!And feeding my little angels ~ TAT why are you so warm!In addition, thank you little angel for understanding that there will be no more updates today, but I will still see you on time at 18:00 every day during the long holiday ~ I wish you all a happy holiday!

感谢在2021-09-3016:18:21~2021-10-0111:57:50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 launcher: 2 forgot; 1 for Huosen;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 223206501;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Mu Chenyan, 2 children; Ling Mioling 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 31 bottles of Youyiwei; 20 bottles of Qian Yifeng; 15 bottles of Lubianshe;

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