Time makes you fall

◎True words◎

Because she was worried about Director Mei's replacement, Sister Mao was anxious all the way to the press conference in the afternoon.

In the end, Zhu Yao was a heartless kid who was still talking about lollipops in the passenger seat.

Sister Mao didn't let Zhu Yao and the crew's car, and drove Zhu Yao to the scene in the company's car.After all, Zhu Yao is now the second female lead, and Sister Mao is very thoughtful, and there is no shortage of face-to-face.

But Zhu Yao is now in this position, and the company didn't provide her with a driver, so Sister Mao had to drive by herself.

She didn't dare to tell Zhu Yao that Director Mei might be dissatisfied, fearing that she would end up with psychological pressure on Zhu Yao, so she tentatively asked, "After two days of filming, what do you think of the acting?"

Zhu Yao smacked the lollipop and said, "Average."

Sister Mao was dumbfounded by one sentence.From Director Mei's "shoot first" in the morning to Zhu Yao's "normal" now, are people talking in such a stream-of-consciousness nowadays? !

But at least in the face of Zhu Yao, Sister Mao is easy to ask: "Why is it so normal?"

"It's just... not very emotional."

Sister Mao was almost laughed angrily by her: "You haven't felt it when you face Min Jiawen, who do you have to face to feel it?"

"It's hard to say." Zhu Yao said seriously, "It feels like this thing...is like a chemical reaction. Who knows whether the smoke is due to the addition of CO2 or Na2O."

Sister Mao was really a little angry at first, but now Zhu Yao's stupefied character made her really want to laugh: "What's the mess, high school students have only been acting for two days and you're so into the show? The chemical reaction is here. .”

"Ah." Zhu Yao nodded: "I want to act well."

Zhu Yao unconsciously picked the drawer lock in front of the co-pilot with her fingers, and Sister Mao felt a little sad again.

She knew about Zhu Yao's family situation.

"It's okay." She comforted Zhu Yao: "You have only been in the group for two or three days, and I feel that this thing should be found slowly."

Zhu Yao smiled and said nothing.

Sister Mao glanced at her: "Can you stop eating the lollipop? Arrogant!"

Zhu Yao: "I'm afraid I'll have hypoglycemia at the press conference later, and I won't be in a good state and say something wrong."

Sister Mao thought that after Zhu Yao joined the group in the past two days, the dietary management became more and more strict, and it was a bit miserable, so she let her go.

******

The scene of the press conference.

Director Mei and Min Jiawen were seated at the C seat, of course. Sister Mao stood behind the press seat with her arms folded, watching her own artists sitting beside them with obedient faces.

No matter how many times she saw Zhu Yao's face, Sister Mao felt that Zhu Yao should be promising.

This face is long, and it looks like a female classmate with a story. She was born to act, so why hasn't she been popular.

Until finally, a reporter cueed to Zhu Yao and asked Zhu Yao what he thought about acting with Min Jiawen for the first time. Zhu Yao took the microphone and said, "I just want to...act well."

Miss Mao;...

What kind of nonsensical and meaningless answer is this!

At this time, she felt that it was very reasonable for Zhu Yao not to be popular.Look at Min Jiawen, when asked why he accepted this movie that could not be released in China, he gushed: "Actually, I have friends who are like this. I think that in today's open society, many people think that The relationship between the same sex is no longer a big problem, but the fact is that once the matter falls on me, I realize that a look, a movement, or a word from others can actually bring great harm to the person concerned..."

Sister Mao looked at Zhu Yao lowered her head, with a concentrated expression on her face, as if she was lost in thought, and forgot to keep raising her head so that the camera could capture her.

Sister Mao coughed fiercely behind the press booth, but failed to "wake up" the pensive Zhu Yao.

Zhu Yao bowed his head for the entire press conference, and was only asked one question, and answered five words: "I just want to...act well."

Sister Mao's heart was full of despair.

After the press conference ended, Zhu Yao got into Sister Mao's car, and Sister Mao couldn't wait to poke Zhu Yao's temple: "You, you, you!"

Originally, this movie could not be released, and it was aimed at winning awards abroad. There were not many opportunities for publicity in the early stage, and it was hard to take advantage of the launch to hold a press conference. Zhu Yao still behaved like this.

Sister Mao was afraid that Zhu Yao would be really hurt, so she ruined her makeup, and she would have to make it up again when she returned to the set, so she had to say it again: "You, you, you!"

Zhu Yao asked her in the co-pilot: "Sister Mao, do you eat lollipops?"

"I brought two. I ate the strawberry flavored one, and the watermelon flavored one is left. Do you want it?"

Sister Mao bit the watermelon-flavored lollipop hard: "Tell me that you said five words in total at the press conference just now, is it reasonable?!"

"……I do not know what to say."

"If you don't know, just follow Min Jia's literature!" Sister Mao hated iron and steel: "I saw her rant when you listened very intently. What are you thinking?"

Zhu Yao turned his head out of the window and didn't answer.

What else can I think.

Think of Qu Qingcheng.

******

While waiting for the filming in the afternoon, Qin Tian sneaked up to Zhu Yao's side: "Let's go to dinner tonight."

Qin Tian played Zhu Yao's classmate in the early stage, and he was also dressed youthfully.

Zhu Yao asked: "The crew organized it?"

"Then there's nothing to go." Qin Tian curled his lips: "It's just us young people gathering by ourselves, without Director Mei, the crew, and Min Huang."

Zhu Yao asked again: "Are you not filming tonight?"

"Why is your news so late?" Qin Tian said, "Director Mei is going to take Min Huang to meet a foreign publicity team at night, so let's get in touch first, and the night's rehearsal has been cancelled."

Zhu Yao said "Oh".

Qin Tian was in a hurry: "Are you going or not? If you don't, I'm in a hurry with you!"

"Miss Mao..."

"I'll ask Sister Mu to tell her!"

Later, Sister Mao took the initiative to come to Zhu Yao and said, "Go tonight."

"Sister Mao, why are you like this? I still count on you..." Zhu Yao stopped talking halfway.

"I know you kid wants to use me as a cover." Sister Mao smiled: "Go ahead, it's not a problem for you to be bored by yourself all the time, you can't live in the entertainment industry."

"It's rare for Qin Tian to be so cheerful. He's the one you know best in the entertainment circle, right? Take this opportunity, you young people get to know each other well, maybe there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future."

Zhu Yao had no choice but to go.

It must be Qin Tian looking for a family. Qin Tian knows the boss well and asked for a private room. Counting Zhu Yao and six women and four men, there are a group of young actors, none of whom are over 25 years old.

The atmosphere at the scene was very noisy, and Zhu Yao's head hurt from the noise.

For some reason, I remembered Qu Qingcheng who I saw this morning.

A white windbreaker, a white skirt, and a clean and small face walked in the warm morning light.

So gentle, so quiet.

For no reason, the four overly literary words "the years are quiet" have a contrast in reality.

But Zhu Yao thought of Qu Qingcheng's smiling eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses: "You really hate five years ago when you had a teacher like me."

What kind of mood did Qu Qingcheng have when he said these words?

"Little Yaoyao? Little Yaoyao!"

Zhu Yao came back to his senses.

Qin Tian: "Who are you? It's too risky for us to play the truth!"

Zhu Yao's head hurt even more.

She really wanted to go back to the hotel room to play games and watch animations, even the scripts.

Qin Tian took an empty beer bottle: "It's up to whoever transfers it, and no one is allowed to play tricks."

The beer bottles were twirling in a pile of bamboo sticks with chicken wing bones and a pile of peanut shells stained with red.

Zhu Yao stared at the pointed bottle mouth, a little nervous.

She really doesn't like to deal with people, maybe a little social fear.

But in life, people are often afraid of what will happen.

The beer bottle turned slower and slower, slower and slower.

In the end, he was impartial and pointed at Zhu Yao, the kind who didn't even have a chance to say "between me and the person on the right",

Qin Tian clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Ahaha, I just hope it's you!"

Zhu Yao: ...

Qin Tian asked, "Are you telling the truth or taking a big risk?"

"big Adventure."

Qin Tian was not polite: "Then you and..." She randomly named the name of an actress in the crew: "You guys eat finger biscuits together, and if there is more than one centimeter left in the middle, you will be fined three glasses of wine!"

"..." Zhu Yao asked, "Can I drink directly?"

"cannot!"

"Then I'm telling the truth."

"The truth..." Qin Tian smiled and grabbed the cardboard box containing beer: "Then this is too exciting."

There are some small folded papers in the cardboard box. Before starting to play the game, everyone writes and throws them in. Whichever one is drawn, they will answer the questions above.

Of course, there is no shortage of such explosive questions as the first *ye and x*fantasy objects.

Zhu Yao took one and handed it to Qin Tian, ​​who opened it and snorted, "Xiao Yaoyao, you are lucky."

"If you had only the chance to say the last word in your life, who would you say it to?"

Qin Tian protested: "Who wrote such a literary question? It's boring!"

The person who wrote the question was dissatisfied: "How boring is this? The last sentence! It must be telling someone I love you or something, so exciting!"

Everyone laughed and looked at Zhu Yao.

Zhu Yao licked his lips.

Qin Tian also became a little interested: "You can't tell lies, God listen, otherwise your future wishes won't work."

Zhu Yao: "I want to tell Qu Qingcheng."

Qin Tian was taken aback: Qu Qingcheng?Who?Are you from the circle?Why don't you have any impression?

But she quickly realized: "Your high school teacher?"

"Teacher?" The scene became restless: "Zhuyao, you are really exciting..."

"It's not that." Zhu Yao said, "I want to tell her... I'm sorry."

"Why?" Qin Tian asked.

Zhu Yao: "That's another question."

"Where!" Qin Tian said: "The question on the previous note included an explanation of the story behind it, right? The final interpretation of the question belongs to the questioner."

The person who asked the question quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Zhu Yao: "Then I'll drink three glasses of wine."

Qin Tian: "No!"

Zhu Yao: "Those six cups, one breath."

Those who love to drink at the scene were aroused by her: "Hey, there are so many little wishes!"

That's how the question was taken over.

******

I wish Yao bad luck that night, and I don't know how many glasses I drank in the end.

If it wasn't for the filming tomorrow morning, everyone still didn't want to leave.

Zhu Yao doesn't look good when drinking, which is a sign of extraordinary talent. She is a little drunk at the moment. It is too late and she is too embarrassed to ask Sister Mao to pick her up, so she takes a taxi with everyone.

But at the end of the group, Zhu Yao was left alone.

It took a while for the cold wind to hit the car on the side of the road, and fell asleep in the back seat.

Until the driver woke her up: "Girl, we're here."

Zhu Yao opened his eyes: Huh?Why did you come to the studio?

In other words... why did Qu Qingcheng's community come here?

******

The driver saw the pretty girl in the back seat sitting still: "Why, did you go wrong?"

He glanced at Zhu Yao in the rearview mirror. He couldn't see clearly when he was pulling people just now in the dim light. Now he took a closer look: "Girl, why do I think you look familiar? Are you acting..."

Zhu Yao quickly checked out and got out of the car.

It was only when the cool cold air hit at night that she felt that her cheeks were rarely hot.

It is obviously difficult for someone to get drunk, why tonight...

When drinking tonight, Zhu Yao was thinking about the first question she was asked—"If you only had the chance to say the last sentence in your life, who would you say it to?"

Thinking about what Min Jiawen said at the press conference this afternoon.

How did she hurt Qu Qingcheng before?

Those naive and foolish youthful days, all the turmoil or invincibility, all stemmed from my own imagination with a little heroism.

What did Qu Qingcheng do wrong again?

No matter what motive Qu Qingcheng had at the time, her attention and preference were indeed like a light that illuminated Zhu Yao's failure at the age of 17.

However, Zhu Yao... took Qu Qingcheng's natural sexual orientation and hurt Qu Qingcheng severely.

Qu Qingcheng had no idea what kind of tortuous thoughts a 17-year-old girl had back then.So from Qu Qingcheng's point of view, even if she was really with Yang Shenghan, it was just accepting a suitor that she didn't want to accept at first.

Qu Qingcheng did nothing wrong.

It's only been five years since...

An abrupt "I'm sorry", how should I say it so that it won't look ridiculous?

Zhu Yao didn't wear much today, she was wearing a baseball shirt, and it was a little cold standing at the gate of the community, and she wanted to take a taxi back to the hotel, but for some reason, her feet couldn't help walking into the community.

Because she rented a house in the community for filming, she has an access card.

Five years have passed. I don't know if it's because of the high price or something else, but the occupancy rate has not increased a bit. Especially in this villa area, it's surprisingly quiet at night. People walk in it without consciously walking lightly. .

Qu Qingcheng's house appeared in front of Zhu Yao in the silence.

Small and exquisite, quiet and quiet, just like Qu Qingcheng herself.

Zhu Yao's ear hadn't heard the noise from the party just now, but the silence at this moment was particularly obvious.

The small fountain in the yard was closed in autumn. She walked over and took a look. There was a pool of still water with a withered yellow leaf floating on the surface, which hadn't had time to sink.

It just fell, Zhu Yao raised his head and looked at the tree above his head.

Unexpectedly, when she raised her head, she met someone's eyes.

Zhu Yao was taken aback.

Qu Qingcheng did not know when he appeared on the small balcony. He probably came up when Zhu Yao was looking down at the fountain just now. He was holding a piece of clothing in his hand, which seemed to be hanging outside and forgot to put it away.

Zhu Yao stared blankly at her, blurred into a white shadow in the dark night, could feel the faint expression on her face, but her facial features were shrouded in a layer of veil by the night, so far away that it was unreal.

She also saw Zhu Yao.

Because there was no rehearsal tonight, the lights of the rented studio across the street were turned off, and the two buildings on the left and right were unoccupied. Qu Qingcheng obviously did not expect that there would be a person standing in the yard in such a late night.

After seeing that it was Zhu Yao, he quickly calmed down again.

There is no moon tonight, and a street lamp that is too dim in the yard is the only light source between the two of them.

One looks down and the other looks up.

What is illuminated, what is not illuminated.

Zhu Yao didn't know whether to keep his head up or down, as if no matter what he did, it would be wrong and embarrassing.

If they kept looking at each other like this, she would have to say something.

"right……"

Before the sound could gather enough energy in his chest, Qu Qingcheng moved first.

Chong Zhuyao nodded calmly, and then the white figure disappeared on the balcony.

Zhu Yao was stunned.

After those reunions, the scene where Qu Qingcheng was talking to her with a gentle smile like before was instantly blurred.

Qu Qingcheng just now... the expression on his face was cold and indifferent, right?

That kind of expression appeared on Qu Qingcheng's gentle face, like a layer of ice, as abrupt as the large tattoo on her white back.

Zhu Yao didn't know if she drank too much or something, but suddenly she became dizzy, forcing her to breathe heavily.

The cold night air poured into the lungs, turning into a piercing pain.

Qu Qingcheng now... really hates her, right?

When the balcony was empty, Zhu Yao turned to stare at the door of Qu Qingcheng's house.

The old wooden door, like the bricks in the yard, has an exotic flavor.

Zhu Yao thought about it, took out the cigarette in his pocket, and lit one.

She was dizzy standing up, so she stepped onto the edge of the flower bed and squatted down, waiting for the warmth of smoking to expel the too cold air that had just been poured into her lungs.

She stared at the door, imagining that it would suddenly open, and Qu Qingcheng would come out with a gentle expression, and call out with a smile, "Zhu Yao."

Yet nothing.

Only Zhu Yao squatted here alone, smoking a cigarette, waiting for a miracle that would never happen.

A yellow fallen leaf fell on Zhu Yao's shoulder wearing a baseball shirt, with a slight slap.

That is the first few leaves of this autumn.

******

When Sister Mao came to pick up Zhu Yao from the room the next morning, she was taken aback: "Didn't I hear from Lao Mu that you left at eleven o'clock last night?"

Sister Mu is Qin Tian's manager, and it is very important for everyone to be able to join Director Mei's team, so they send the manager to the team in person instead of just bringing an assistant.

It should be Qin Tian who told Sister Mu that they left early last night.

Zhu Yao nodded: "It's eleven o'clock."

"Then what's the matter with your dark circles?"

"Just... didn't sleep well."

"I'm worried that you don't feel like acting in this movie?"

"Part of it."

There was another part of the reason, and Sister Mao didn't ask further.

Maybe knowing when to say something and when not to say something is an essential quality for a qualified broker.

Zhu Yao thought, if only she could master these things.

Last night, Qu Qingcheng's cold and indifferent face swayed in front of her again, making her feel a stab in the heart.

Zhu Yao said, "Sister Mao..."

"Ok?"

"I'd like a cup of black coffee."

"Don't you think it's bitter?" Zhu Yao still tastes like a child.

"I just want to drink."

"That's fine." Anyway, black coffee has no heat.

When Zhu Yao was sipping black coffee, her face was wrinkled with bitterness, and Sister Mao laughed at her: "Let's say you still taste like a child."

Zhu Yao took another big sip, and Sister Mao advised her: "Don't force it."

How can I do it if I don't force it, Zhu Yao thought, why is she still like a child.

When Qu Qingcheng first met her, she was only 23 years old, but Zhu Yao felt that she was gentle and mature like an adult by nature.

And she didn't realize until she was 23 years old that at 23 years old, she was only a little older.

Why does she always take advantage of the child in front of Qu Qingcheng?

******

Because yesterday's press conference and last night's meeting with Xuanfa company slowed down the progress, so starting from this morning, the filming time was moved forward by another hour.

Min Jiawen seemed to be ready. He joined Director Mei's team to endure hardship, and he agreed without saying anything.

Min Jiawen didn't say anything, and it was even harder for others to say anything.

Zhu Yao lost the leisure to stand at the window and look around, so he didn't see Qu Qingcheng all day.

Originally, it was because of the special design of this community that Qu Qingcheng had to drive in the underground parking lot and had to walk on the ground for a while, so Zhu Yao had the chance to see Qu Qingcheng in the morning.

She didn't see it today, so she felt a little empty in her heart, but she told herself: It's all because of being busy, there is no way.

She deliberately avoided the stimulation that Qu Qingcheng's expression brought her last night.

She didn't know how to face Qu Qingcheng, so she avoided it on purpose.

Three days passed like this.

Even Qin Tian asked once: "Where's your teacher Qu? You live right across the street, why can't you see anyone?"

Qu Qingcheng never came to watch them filming like ordinary people, it was as quiet as if they didn't exist.

Zhu Yao thought to himself: Is this going on forever?

It usually takes three months to make a movie.

How many three days does she have that can be wasted in silence like this?

After three months passed, she returned to Haicheng to continue to be her young actress, and Qu Qingcheng stayed in Beicheng to continue to be her high school teacher. The only chance for the two of them to meet was when Qu Qingcheng turned on the TV in his spare time and saw Zhu Yao A face flashed by.

Is that the only way?

Zhu Yao thought about Qu Qingcheng's expression that night, and thought that even if she apologized now, Qu Qingcheng would actually not want to listen.

Why didn't you say "I'm sorry" earlier?

As Qu Qingcheng's former favorite student, she poked a wound on Qu Qingcheng's heart with her own hands. After five years, how could she uncover that scar again with her own hands?

Even seeing Qu Qingcheng was difficult.

******

The turnaround happened three days later.

The time for the show to end this day was relatively early in the past few days. When Sister Mao sent Zhu Yao back to the room, she reminded her: "Put on a mask, don't burn your skin."

Zhu Yao said "OK".

While applying the mask, Zhu Yao turned on the laptop and put it on the bed, ready to play a game and relax.

Habitually hanging on the Q group, usually no one talks, but tonight unexpectedly lit up a reminder——

"How many people are in Beicheng recently?"

Not many people responded.

The proposal of "how about organizing a class reunion" gradually took shape amidst the noisy appearance of everyone.

Zhu Yao went invisible and didn't speak until the topic in the group became: "Should I call the teacher?"

"Of course I want to scream, look where Lao Fang's hairline has receded hahaha."

"And Teacher Qu, didn't he also return from Canada?"

"Did Mr. Qu change his phone number?"

"I think should not be."

"Who will give it a try?"

"I come……"

Zhu Yao stared at the news in the group and kept popping up, waiting until the mask on his face was dry.

The original intention of wanting to play games has long been left behind.

Qu Qingcheng used to be the one who had the best relationship with the students and was the only teacher who joined the group, but after he suddenly resigned, Qu Qingcheng automatically quit the group.

Zhu Yao waited for an hour, but the classmate who said he wanted to call Qu Qingcheng didn't say whether he got through or how Qu Qingcheng responded.

At this time, someone thought of Zhu Yao: "Zhu Yao has become a star now, so you don't need this Q number for a long time?"

"Who can contact Zhu Yao?"

Zhu Yao slowly typed three words on the keyboard: "I'm here."

The author says:

Xiao Zhu: (gripping) Here comes the opportunity!

感谢在2021-10-0511:36:20~2021-10-0616:23:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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