Time makes you fall

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The woman stood on the podium and asked Shang Xiaoran with a gentle smile: "What are you?"

Shang Xiaoran, who was always cheerful, murmured, "Where's Teacher Tang?"

Teacher Tang was their former Chinese teacher, a middle-aged woman who always liked to perm her mid-length hair like instant noodles.

The young woman replied: "Teacher Tang's husband is transferred abroad, and Teacher Tang went to other places with him."

"From this semester, I will teach you Chinese."

She turned around, took a piece of chalk, and wrote the words "Qu Qingcheng" on the blackboard: "You can call me Teacher Qu."

With earphones in his ears, Zhu Yao stared at the blackboard, and found a clear song like a fresh narcissus, but the words were surprisingly powerful.

Words like men.

Some boys below have already started booing: "Oh, Mr. Qu, you are so beautiful."

Qu Qingcheng smiled and said, "I've been listening to your jokes since junior high."

She looked down at the roster, and clicked on the boy's name: "Yi Siyuan."

All the boys in the class started booing.

Qu Qingcheng asked: "What does Qingcheng mean?"

She turned around again, and wrote a poem on the blackboard: keep the gods clear, enter the spirit and eliminate the dirty. (Note 1)

"Can you help me understand?"

Yi Siyuan tilted one leg of the chair and was angry: "What's that word, Mr. Qu? Sanlu?"

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

After the topic of the name was over, Qu Qingcheng put on a serious face: "I read your papers for the final exam of the first year of high school, and found that many of the students' scoring items were all essays."

When he became serious, he still spoke softly: "What are you afraid of if you don't score well in composition? You can write a diary."

There was another burst of laughter under the podium, and some people started to pat the table.

"Teacher Qu, we are in the second grade of high school, not the second grade of elementary school."

"I haven't kept a diary since I graduated from elementary school."

"How do you write in your diary? Did you have a good day today, have a good day tomorrow, or have a good day the day after tomorrow?"

Shang Xiaoran suddenly said, "Stop arguing!"

Yi Siyuan was still slapping the table and laughing, Shang Xiaoran stared at him and said, "Yi Siyuan, if you keep arguing, believe it or not, I will tell the whole class your secret."

Yi Siyuan stopped arguing in an instant, and someone started booing about it again: "Oh, it's a secret!"

Qu Qingcheng stood on the podium and said, "Okay, okay."

"Writing a diary doesn't matter age."

A boy asked, "Teacher Qu, do you keep a diary?"

"I wrote it."

"I want to see!"

"No."

"Why? Can't it be used as a model essay for us to learn?"

"Why don't you just go to the school gate bookstore and buy a sample essay reference book?" Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I don't know you very well."

There was another burst of laughter in the classroom.

Zhu Yao sat quietly in the third row from the bottom of the classroom, looking at Qu Qingcheng on the podium with a gentle smile on his face.

High school students are like this at this age, domineering and bullying, looking at the young new teacher, they always feel that they are the old fritters of the school, and they always want to show off their power.

But Zhu Yao was sensitively aware that such dismounted Wei Li still hid the timidity and excitement of wanting to attract Qu Qingcheng's attention.

Shang Xiaoran's words echoed in Zhu Yao's ears again: "You look pretty."

Is this what everyone thinks?Qu Qingcheng looks pretty?

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Zhu Yao watched as Shang Xiaoran ran up to the podium with a bright smile on his face, talking to Qu Qingcheng.

Qu Qingcheng smiled gently, his eyes hidden behind thin gold-rimmed glasses focused on Shang Xiaoran.

Zhu Yao was sitting on the seat, with her hands in the pockets of her school uniform pants and earphones in her ears. Although she didn't put anything on, the distance from the third-to-last row and her classmates' fights made it impossible for her to listen to Shang Xiaoran. what are you talking about.

What are you talking about?

Zhu Yao really couldn't think of what to say. If she came forward at this time, the conversation would be awkwardly terminated after Qu Qingcheng's "You're welcome" in exchange for "Thank you for helping me move the books today". up.

Before the next class, the name "Qu Qingcheng" on the blackboard was erased by the student on duty.

Zhu Yao stared at the blackboard, watching the three characters "Qu Qingcheng" turn into a song plus three dots of water, half a song, and finally disappear.

She suddenly found a girl passing by her seat and took a deep look at her.

That look in her eyes suddenly reminded her of hearing the discussion outside in the bathroom: "I always think Zhu Yao looks a little gloomy?"

******

On the first day of school, instead of going to evening self-study, after school, Zhu Yao walked through the crowds, walked to the parking shed by himself, and rolled out his mountain bike.

The surrounding area of ​​the school is too congested. Many students who live close by ride bicycles much faster in order to sleep more and not let their parents drive to pick them up.

Beside them are two girls from other classes, talking while pushing the cart: "I want to drink milk tea, and drink that new fermented rice flavor!"

"I want to drink too! Shall we share a drink?"

"Okay, otherwise, drinking a cup alone will make you fat."

They walked away happily.

Zhu Yao pushed the bike out of the school gate alone and rode on it.

Ride to the left along the road, passing a small supermarket, a bookstore, a fried chicken shop, and another small supermarket, which is the milk tea shop that the two girls mentioned just now.

The C prefix has recently set off a wave of craze among students.

Zhu Yao rode on the bicycle path and glanced at the door of the store.

Most of them are girls, grouped together in twos and threes, holding arms and shoulders, all in an intimate gesture.

Zhu Yao realized that he had never drank C's milk tea once.

Forget it, she doesn't want to drink either.

Continue to ride forward, a stationery store, a flower shop, and a sausage noodle shop.

Zhu Yao had already ridden to the sausage noodle shop, so he turned around and rode back.

Ride to the door of the bookstore, park the mountain bike on the side of the road, and walk in.

Originally, what Zhu Yao thought was that the 0.3 pencil refills were almost used up, so I could buy a box in advance.

Later, she found herself standing by the shelf selling books, looking down, her long hair hanging down her face, blocking her indifferent face.

"It seems a bit gloomy." I remembered the evaluation of myself by my classmates.

Zhu Yao looked around on the shelf, and picked up a book with two kittens, one yellow and one white, on the cover.

"how much is it?"

"Five dollars and five."

After paying the money, I found out that I forgot to buy the pencil lead I was supposed to buy.

Maybe she wasn't here to buy pencil leads in the first place.

The boss kept the notebook in a small transparent plastic bag, and Zhu Yao walked away carrying the bag.

It wasn't until a pair of white retro leather shoes appeared in his eyes that Zhu Yao realized that he almost bumped into someone.

Raising his head, Qu Qingcheng's white face came into view, and he asked with a smile, "What's so interesting on the ground?"

Zhu Yao: "I'm sorry."

Sorry for almost bumping into you.

Qu Qingcheng shook his head: "I want to trouble you."

She raised a bag in her hand: "Do you know where there is a laundry near the school? I searched around but couldn't find it."

Zhu Yao thought for a while: "There is a family behind the river, but it is very small."

"It's ok."

The two stood by the side of the road, and Zhu Yao talked to Qu Qingcheng, a southerner, about "south, south, north and west" for a long time, and the words became more and more chaotic.

Zhu Yao: ...

She scratched her head: "how about I take you there?"

Qu Qingcheng: "Don't delay your time to go home for dinner."

Zhu Yao shook his head: "No."

Looking at Qu Qingcheng's puzzled face, he added: "Our family is late for dinner."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Alright then."

"I'm going to push the car down."

Zhu Yao silently pushed her mountain bike, the small plastic bag containing the book was hung on the handlebar, beside the spinning wheel was Qu Qingcheng's fluttering blue skirt.

Zhu Yao felt a little dizzy, probably because the sun was still very strong in the evening.

"Bought a new notebook?"

"Ah?" Responded: "Yeah."

"What is this for?"

"Mathematics homework." I can't say that I bought a diary out of nowhere after hearing what you said, how silly.

"That's it."

No more words.

Qu Qingcheng didn't seem to talk much, so he followed Zhu Yao's mountain bike all the way.

"You walk so fast."

"what?"

"I can't even keep up with you." Qu Qingcheng smiled.

"Oh, once you get used to it, walking alone will be very fast."

"Always alone?"

Zhu Yao glanced at Qu Qingcheng: "Is there a problem?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled and shook his head: "No problem."

Nice southern accent.

Zhu Yao slowed down his pace a little, but he didn't want to slow down too much, for fear of being spotted by Qu Qingcheng.

She mentally timed her steps as she watched the mountain bike roll over the tiles.

Qu Qingcheng followed her quietly for a while, and suddenly asked, "What are you thinking?"

"what?"

"You have that 'I'm thinking about something' expression on your face."

"Don't think about anything, just let it go."

Qu Qingcheng smiled, "You little kid."

Zhu Yao took a look at Qu Qingcheng, and what her mother said to her echoed in her ears at that moment: "You're lifeless, you don't look like a child!"

But Qu Qingcheng called her a child.

She asked Qu Qingcheng in a strange way: "How old are you?"

Qu Qingcheng: "Huh?"

Zhu Yao: "...I mean, you look very young, probably not a few years older than us..."

She calculated in her mind the number of years required for a teacher's undergraduate course plus a postgraduate course: "25 years old?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Do I look so old?"

"23."

"I went to school early and skipped another grade."

Zhu Yao stared at the white plastic bag hanging on the handlebar of his car, and suddenly thought that if Shang Xiaoran would smile brightly at this moment, he would say, "You still skipped grades? That's amazing, Mr. Qu!"

No matter what, Zhu Yao couldn't say this kind of flattery, only "Oh".

Qu Qingqing asked her with a smile: "Do I really look as old as 25 years old?"

"No, it's just based on your graduation year."

Qu Qingcheng patted his chest: "That's good."

"Then you are not much older than me... how old are you? Why do you say that I am a child?"

"No matter how much older I am than you, I am a teacher, an elder."

"Elder?" Zhu Yao glanced at Qu Qingcheng's fluttering blue skirt, "Do you count yourself as the same generation as Lao Fang?"

Qu Qingcheng seemed to have sketched in his head the appearance of the homeroom teacher he just met today: "Uh... I don't want it anymore."

Zhu Yao finally laughed.

Qu Qingcheng looked at her and said, "So you know how to laugh..."

"Zhu Yao, classmate."

The author says:

Remark 1: From Qu Yuan's "Yuanyou".

感谢在2021-09-0816:06:57~2021-09-0916:45:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Mu Chenyan 1;

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