Time makes you fall

◎New Year's Wish◎

Because Qu Qingcheng proposed the plan of acting in a short play, during this time, Zhu Yao searched a lot of information about the troupe.

She knew that in professional theater troupes, the main roles are divided into A and B roles, just to avoid "opening the skylight" when the protagonist is sick or unable to appear on stage due to accidents.

All rehearsals for corner B are the same as for corner A. If everything goes well for corner A, corner B will have no chance to be on stage, like a shadow hiding in the dark.

When getting out of the car, Shang Xiaoran was clutching his stomach, usually proudly curled up like a peacock, not only Tang Nuo, but more and more people found that something was wrong with Shang Xiaoran: "Are you alright?"

Shang Xiaoran shook his head in pain: "I hope it's okay."

Entering the theater, Shang Xiaoran walked towards the backstage: "I'm going to find Teacher Qu for makeup." Tang Nuo and the others walked to the audience in the same direction as Zhu Yao, and did not forget to tell Shang Xiaoran: "I can't hold on. Just tell Teacher Qu!"

Shang Xiaoran nodded and left while clutching her stomach.

Zhu Yao was alone, sitting in the corner of the last row of the second class area, and heard the people from the third class behind saying: "Why did Xu Qian suddenly twist her foot! She is the lead dancer."

"Ms. Zhang is going crazy. Didn't the party say that there are leaders coming to see it? At this moment, Mr. Zhang seems to be temporarily changing formation for them backstage."

"Oh, I don't know if it's too late."

"It must be in time, it will be miserable if it is too late."

Zhu Yao became uneasy when he heard it. Although he persuaded himself "it's none of your business", he lowered his head and read two pages of comics on his mobile phone. He didn't know what the plot was about, but he still stood up.

He clearly told himself that he was going to the bathroom, but he didn't follow the instructions and walked towards the backstage automatically.

Walked, and ran again.

Running all the way, looking at the A4 paper labels temporarily pasted on the intensive dressing room: Class [-], Class [-], Class [-], Class [-]...

Have!Zhu Yao suddenly stopped in front of the dressing room marked "Senior Class Two", only to realize that she was a little out of breath from running.

She wanted to open the door and go in, and wanted to tell Qu Qingcheng that if something happened to Shang Xiaoran, don't worry, she could be Shang Xiaoran's B corner.

But... Zhu Yao's hand on the doorknob hesitated.

But what would Shang Xiaoran think if there was nothing serious and he saw himself running here panting like this?Will the covers I played with Zhou Ang turn into foam like the feet of the mermaid princess?

Just when Zhu Yao was hesitating, two familiar voices sounded: "I'm afraid I'll forget my words on stage later."

"Relax, the more nervous you are, the worse it will be."

They were her classmates, the two girls who played supporting roles in this short play.

Zhu Yao dodged and hid in a corner. Fortunately, there were people rushing back and forth in the background. In the chaos, the two girls did not see her.

Push the door open and walk into the dressing room.

The last one to go in forgot to close the door tightly. When Zhu Yao approached the door hesitantly, he could peep everything inside through the crack of the door——

Shang Xiaoran was sitting in front of the mirror, while Qu Qingcheng was putting on makeup for her.

Zhu Yao stood outside the door. Beside her were people pushing iron racks for hanging clothes, people wearing turkey clothes, and people moving the scenery of two forest houses.

The mushroom-shaped house blocked the porter's sight, and a corner of the mushroom hit Zhu Yao's back with a "boom", which resonated in the heart and caused a slight pain.

The person carrying it hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, classmate!" Zhu Yao shook his head to indicate that it was okay, and kept looking into the dressing room.

Unlike the turmoil around him, Qu Qingcheng and Shang Xiaoran were surrounded by silence.

Shang Xiaoran hugged her knees and curled up on the stool, when someone's voice came from beside her: "Fortunately, your stomach is fine."

"Haha, I'll be fine after going to the toilet. It scared me to death."

Zhu Yao didn't know whether it was anticipation or fear, but it didn't happen—Shang Xiaoran had no problem, so it was still Shang Xiaoran and not Zhu Yao who was put on makeup by Qu Qingcheng.

Zhu Yao found that the scene was exactly as he had imagined.

The light of the vanity mirror illuminates Qu Qingcheng's side face, and the lines become softer under the smudge of the light. There is a slight smile on the lips, and the eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses are somehow focused and soft.

Gently rubbing Shang Xiaoran's eyelids with her fingertips: "Okay."

For some reason, perhaps Zhu Yao's scrutinizing gaze by the door was too obvious, and Qu Qingcheng, who put down his makeup brush, actually took a look this way.

Zhu Yao's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly dodged to the side, and when another group of people moved to the scene was noisy, he ran towards the auditorium.

He didn't stop until he reached his seat, his heart was still beating violently, thumping.

Later, did Qu Qingcheng chase him out to take a look, and who was the person hiding outside the door?

Zhu Yao didn't know.

The light of the vanity mirror that illuminates Qu Qingcheng's side face cannot see through the dark house that Zhu Yao is about to face alone in the new year.

All of this is her own choice, isn't it?

For the childish and ridiculous loneliness of young people.

Can I protect you, Qu Qingcheng?

The lights dimmed, the curtain opened, and the host who walked onto the stage said in a voice that resonated with his chest: "The welcome party of Beicheng No. [-] Middle School officially begins now!"

******

In the dark auditorium, Zhu Yao looked at the program list in his hand by the light on the stage.

The short play in their class came in seventh.Because the New Year's party was mainly for students, Zhu Yao did not find Qu Qingcheng's name on the program list.

So a thin program list lost its value as a collection for Zhu Yao.

A dance, a solo, a small chorus, and another dance.

The people on the stage came and went, flowing past Zhu Yao's eyes like a stream without leaving a trace.

Soon, it will be "Looking Up" written by Qu Qingcheng.

When Shang Xiaoran came on stage, Zhu Yao hardly recognized that it was Shang Xiaoran at first glance. Only then did Zhu Yao realize that Qu Qingcheng's makeup skills are very good.

Shang Xiaoran looked introverted, innocent, and shy.The hair with a little chestnut color is usually made of pure black disposable hair dye, braided into two braids, and the ends of the braids are twisted and twisted between Shang Xiaoran's fingers.

She watched the sky on the roof of the teaching building alone, and occasionally ate a tomato that was not red enough to bring her, without talking.

Then as the plot progressed, when Shang Xiaoran started to speak the lines——

"No one knows whether the planet we look up to has already exploded hundreds of millions of light-years away and annihilated into..."

Before Shang Xiaoran could continue, Zhu Yao sat in the darkness, silently moving her lips: "Boundless dust."

The vastness of the interstellar space, the wandering of stardust, to see whose heart starts from the earth and gets lost in the vast universe.

Shang Xiaoran is the protagonist with the lights on the stage, and Zhu Yao is the shadow hiding in the dark auditorium.

But in a play like "Protect Qu Qingcheng", who is the protagonist and who is the shadow.

Every time Shang Xiaoran said a line, Zhu Yao was in the audience, silently uttering the same sentence.

Not a bad word, a good word.

Are those poetic lines flowing from Qu Qingcheng's pen tip deliberately memorized?Maybe, maybe not.

It was just one night after finishing homework, at the home that Zhu Yinglan hadn't been back for several months, practicing those sentences in front of a small mirror on the desk.

If she is the girl in Qu Qingcheng's works,

If Qu Qingcheng were the vast starry sky above her head.

That is the real "look up".

Qu Qingcheng, do you...understand?

******

The performance went smoothly, and the headmaster showed a slightly smug expression when he made the concluding statement.

Class [-]'s program was eye-catching and only won one "Best Fashion Award".Shang Xiaoran was sullen when he came to the auditorium with the trophy to look for Tang Nuo: "What the hell!"

Tang Nuo comforted her: "You understand what you understand."

Zhu Yao sat in the back row and looked over from a distance, just in time to see Shang Xiaoran's profile.

In order to have a good effect on the stage, she put on long false eyelashes, and the eye shadow and contouring are a bit heavy. Coupled with her unique delicate and arrogant expression, she doesn't look like the girl in the play at all.

Zhu Yao looked away.

Shang Xiaoran returned to the auditorium and sat for a while. After the leader made the finale speech, the New Year's party ended.

The teachers and students went home separately, and the teachers in each class were explaining: "Be sure to pay attention to safety on the way home!"

Some overly lively students joked: "Teacher, we are in the second grade of high school, not the second grade of elementary school!"

Amidst a burst of laughter, many people were saying goodbye to their friends: "See you next year!"

"Well, see you next year!"

Zhu Yao walked slowly with her schoolbag on her back. She didn't ride a bicycle today, but her home is in the central city, not far from the theater. In order to avoid crowding the subway with the students who were leaving, she decided to take a very unpopular bus.

It snowed a few days ago, and the weather turned cold all of a sudden, and it was very New Year's atmosphere.Zhu Yao put her hands in her trouser pockets and thought, who will be the last person she will see this year?

When the show ended just now, I didn't see Qu Qingcheng, so I don't know where he went.

Although tomorrow is December 12st, but...

It's a bit of a pity that I couldn't see the last side before the holiday.

Zhu Yao thought about the empty home he was about to face in the next three days, and even the nanny and auntie would go home for the New Year, so he kicked the snow on the side of the road sullenly.

If she can make a new year's wish, she doesn't have anything else to wish for. It's too early to make a wish for the college entrance examination in the third year of high school, and Zhu Yinglan is far away in Thailand, and it is impossible to come back suddenly.

Just make a wish to see Qu Qingcheng again before the holiday.

However, this wish is impossible to realize.

"Hey you."

Zhu Yao stopped suddenly.

No way?

She turned around under the warm yellow street lights.

Qu Qingcheng is wearing a long white cashmere coat, the belt hangs down softly, the sweater and trousers are both white and clean, standing in a piece of roadside snow that has not yet melted, it seems that the whiteness has melted into the sky and the earth .

What is the synonym for tenderness between heaven and earth?It's the continuous rain, the falling snow, and Qu Qingcheng looking at Zhu Yao with a smile.

May Yao's New Year's wish come true.

******

Zhu Yao looked at Qu Qingcheng in a daze, and murmured, "Teacher Qu?"

There are many temptations in the tone.

"You child, are you stupid?" Qu Qingcheng put his hands in his coat pockets and walked over with a smile: "Who else could it be if it wasn't me?"

"……that's not what it means."

The moment when a wish suddenly comes true, it always gives a huge sense of unreality.

"You walked so fast." Qu Qingcheng said, "I just followed you for a while, but I couldn't catch up with you, so I had to call you loudly."

Zhu Yao blushed inexplicably: "I probably walk alone, but I walk a little fast, I'm used to it."

At that time, Zhu Yao didn't know why he was blushing.

Many years later, when she and Qu Qingcheng were walking on the streets of Iceland, Zhu Yao could finally follow Qu Qingcheng all over the street without wearing a hat or mask.

Qu Qingcheng dragged Zhu Yao's hand: "You walk so fast."

"I can't keep up!" He simply stood by the side of the road and refused to leave.

Zhu Yao looked amused, turned back, took Qu Qingcheng's hand in a furry glove, held it for a while, then let go, took off the glove, took Qu Qingcheng's hand again, and put it in his pocket together with his own.

Hidden in his pocket, with five fingers clasped tightly, Zhu Yao scratched Qingcheng's palm with his thumb: "My fault, okay?"

Qu Qingcheng glared at her: "Why haven't you changed your habit of walking fast for so many years?"

"You are not walking alone now."

Zhu Yao held Qu Qingcheng's hand a little tighter in his pocket: "Well, change, change everything."

"Don't be angry, okay?"

Holding Qu Qingcheng's hand, we strolled among the fairytale-like houses on the streets of Iceland, watching the misty water vapor permeating the city, and seeing those mountain peaks that turned into delicate purple when the sun sets.

I wish you peace of mind.

The 17-year-old fear that he would walk alone forever, and the inexplicable shame caused by being too lonely, finally completely disappeared in Zhu Yao's heart.

Leave no trace.

******

At this time, 17-year-old Zhu Yao stood under the warm yellow street lamp, watching Qu Qingcheng's face half lit up by the street lamp, half of it turned into the warm sun illuminating her lonely heart, and half of it turned into the eternal night that wrapped her tenderly.

Qu Qingcheng took out something from his pocket and handed it over: "This is for you."

Zhu Yao looked down, and in the palm of Qu Qing's clear and white hand, there was a thin tube of light pink.

"Lip balm." Qu Qingcheng smiled.

"Give me this...for what?"

Zhu Yao's heart was pounding a little, wondering if Qu Qingcheng had discovered his behavior of hiding outside the dressing room to spy.

But Qu Qingcheng had a gentle smile and couldn't see anything: "Why not, I'll give you a New Year's gift."

"You are a beautiful little boy."

Zhu Yao pursed her lips, and asked inexplicably, "Only me?"

"Ok?"

"You helped Shang Xiaoran and the others put on makeup today... Is this lip balm the only one I have?"

Zhu Yao also didn't know if Qu Qingcheng could understand the connection between her two sentences. Normally, she would never ask such a question, and even if she wanted to ask again, she would hide it in her heart.

But today she asked.

Because Qu Qingcheng stood in front of her like this, like a miracle born of a new year's wish.

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Only you have it."

But why.

Zhu Yao stared at Qu Qingcheng's palm.

Seeing that Zhu Yao didn't answer, Qu Qingcheng sighed, "Zhu Yao."

"Will you spend New Years with me?"

Zhu Yao opened his eyes wide.

"Since your mother is in Thailand..."

Zhu Yao took a deep breath.

The huge astonishment and joy just now, and now the raging anger, shame, inferiority complex and other indescribably more complex emotions, like a continuous valley, one side goes straight to the sky, and the other side points to the center of the earth, the huge gap formed between them is enough to hover The thick cloud and rain engulfed Zhu Yao's irrational heart, making it unbearable for her.

"Bang" sound.

Qu Qingcheng was stunned to see that the girl in front of her, with a face that was suddenly flushed, opened her hand forcefully, and the tube of lipstick that had been lying in Zhang's heart flew out.

Knocking on the unmelted snow pile on the side of the road, the snow has already turned into a hard ice edge, and it hits hard with the plastic tube of lipstick, making a hollow sound.

Bang, bang, Gululu.

The lipstick flicked twice, and finally rolled to the side of the road, from pink and cute, to gray-faced.

Zhu Yao didn't know what tone to use to shout out the words in his heart.

angry.disdainful.Pretentiously calm.

Emotions were chosen, the pointer lost its direction, and finally turned into a trembling roar in a blurry jump. Maybe there was still a thread of saliva between the upper and lower lips that was too late to break, and everything became embarrassing——

"Qu Qingcheng, who asked you to take pity on me!"

"Who do you think you are?!"

Zhu Yao didn't want to wait for the bus anymore, it was just this once in her life, she enjoyed the halo of a TV drama heroine once, and an empty taxi just happened to pass in front of her.

Zhu Yao waved, left Qu Qingcheng alone, and left.

******

Zhu Yao's home is not far from the theater.

Zhu Yao felt that she was in the back seat, and before she had been in a daze for a long time, the driver in the front seat was already asking her, "Girl, where do I park for you?"

Zhu Yao came back to his senses: "Master, please turn around and go back."

"What?" The driver turned his head and glanced at the pretty girl in the back seat: "Girl, on this New Year's Eve, are you taking a car here for a walk?"

Zhu Yao shook his head: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The driver saw the girl pursed her lips and looked out the window with a stubborn face, shook her head helplessly, and dragged Zhu Yao back.

******

When Zhu Yao jumped out of the taxi, he said, "Master, please wait for me for half a minute, it will be soon."

There was an empty space under the street lights, and there was no one waiting for the bus at the station of this unpopular bus line on a winter night.

Qu Qingcheng was no longer here.Zhu Yao also didn't want Qu Qingcheng to be here, she didn't want to see Qu Qingcheng at all.

She ran to the snowdrift where the lipstick had just fallen, looked twice, and looked again.

Turning back to the taxi: "I'm sorry, master, you'd better go first, I'll pay you how much."

driver:……

He looked around: "Girl, what are you doing? How about I wait for you, it's not easy to take a taxi here, it's late at night, be careful and unsafe."

Zhu Yao shook his head: "Thank you, but I don't know how long I will be here, so don't delay your business."

Zhu Yao paid the money, thanked the driver again, and watched the driver drive away.

She turned back to the snowdrift by herself, bent down, and looked back and forth around.

The lipstick she knocked down here just now is gone.

Was it picked up by Qu Qingcheng when he left just now?Zhu Yao doesn't think so, the lipstick has been dropped so dirty, and the paste should have been broken inside, why did Qu Qingcheng pick it up?

Could it be that someone passed by and picked it up?

Probably not, this public car route is extremely unpopular, and there are usually few people waiting for the bus, not to mention the winter night when the New Year's Day holiday is coming soon, who would pass by here?

Zhu Yao put his hands in his pockets, like clearing mines, bent over and went back and forth by the snowdrift for 10 minutes, before finally admitting a reality in frustration——

The lipstick Qu Qingcheng wanted to give her just now, but he couldn't find it.

******

Zhu Yao returned home and went to take a bath first to warm up his body that had just been frozen outdoors.

While drying her hair in front of the mirror with a bath towel, Zhu Yao wiped it, stopped her hands, and began to look at her own appearance.

Compared with the cold eyebrows and slightly sharp nose, his mouth is still a bit big.

It's not big, and it's not too thick, but the lips are slightly raised, which brings a special taste.

Zhu Yao moved closer to the mirror and took a closer look at her lips.

Is there dead skin?It seems... no, it just looks a little dry.

Did Qu Qingcheng choose lip balm for her because she thought her mouth was dry?Zhu Yao stuck out his tongue and licked it around his mouth.

Think about Qu Qingcheng's mouth...

Zhu Yao thought about it seriously, Qu Qingcheng's mouth was indeed not dry at all.

She remembered the first time she went to see the theater at noon, when Qu Qingcheng fell asleep on the bus, standing beside her, and innocently reached out to help her block the sunlight coming in from the window.

At that time, Qu Qingcheng's facial features were almost transparent under the sunlight, and his mouth was small, neither thick nor thin, with a light moist pink color.

Qu Qingcheng doesn't wear makeup, right?Zhu Yao is not sure, even if it is, it is very light, very light makeup.

Because of the clear and elegant eyebrows and eyes, it seems that the naturally ruddy lips have a sense of presence on a fair face.

Not as red as cherries, but like the inner petals of a freshly cut peach.

Light pink, moist, perhaps exuding a faint fragrance.

Zhu Yao thought about it, and for some reason, completely unexpected, she whispered lightly, and kissed her own mouth on the mirror that was very close to her.

Zhu Yao was taken aback - what is this? !

She didn't dare to look at the little bit of white gas that she breathed on the mirror between her lips, wrapped her head in a bath towel, and fled away.

******

Because he had something on his mind the night before, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. The next day, because of the holiday, Zhu Yao was so unscrupulous that he fell asleep until the sun was rising.

When the phone rang, she was extremely irritable, she hung up and fell asleep again, but she didn't expect the other party to be reluctant to give up.

Zhu Yao sighed, and resignedly picked up the phone: "Zhou Ang, what are you going to do during the holiday?"

Zhou Ang heard Zhu Yao's confused voice: "Sister, are you still sleeping?"

"What? No way?"

"Don't sleep, don't sleep, I'll take you to a good place."

"...I won't go to the video game store last time."

It is clear that it is to take advantage of the students because of the geographical location. All the machines are old-fashioned, such as the one that Zhu Yao and Zhou Ang went to play later. It wasn't scary at all, but half of his face was stuck by the machine.

Even the cold-faced Zhu Yao was taken aback, and Zhou Ang beside him screamed.

"It's not a video game city! It's another place!"

"Good place!"

The author says:

Recently, because my mentality is a bit bad, many little angels nurse me in various ways, why are you all so warm! TAT was really touched~ I also saw the little angel who helped me to contribute to wb. I also saw @ on wb. Thank you for such a long introduction!No matter what the current score is, you guys think it's worth it~ TAT

good!Stick to it!Let's do it in advance, little angels!

[Pre-received article guides the way - "After Rebirth, Chasing Beauty and Decadence"]:

[Talking goblin salted fish reporter × Meiqiang decadent figure skating queen]

Chu Lingxue: You will never catch up with me in your life.

Sang Tian: Haha, does your face hurt?

1.

Sang Tian has a strong ability to beautify people. From a college flower to a rising star in the news circle, the biggest setback is encountering news about Yunen Pharmaceutical Company.

She was forced by the forces behind her to stumble and fall, the last news she heard was:

"Chu Lingxue, a talented girl in the figure skating world, died of a suspected suicide."

2.

After Sang Tian was reborn, she just wanted to be a salted fish with peace of mind, no matter how hard she worked, she had to work too hard in her previous life to run into those bad things.

For example, the beauty of this young lady who dances at Dangdang Bar is pretty good.

With silver hair and a stud earring in his left ear, he is beautiful and decadent, making all the fans scream.

Sang Tian: "Can I chase you?"

Young lady: "Don't pester me, I'm not interested."

3.

Chu Lingxue, who had a ruptured Achilles tendon, never thought that she would return to the ice.

But not only did she

He also won the glory that no one else can match - the World Championships.

Chu Lingxue never expected that she would slide to the side of the auditorium and willingly hang the gold medal around a woman's neck:

"I give you all the glory in the world, marry me right away, okay?"

#Don’t let it go, Queen Chu Lingxue, who is hard to catch at the cosmic level, has a wife#

#She said the glory of the whole world is not worth the eyes of his wife looking at her#

感谢在2021-10-0111:57:50~2021-10-0214:25:25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: 1 Huosen;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 snake;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 22320650, Mu Chenyan, child, 1 year old;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: immasecretninja, 5 bottles of Chen;

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