Time makes you fall

◎Dating◎

When Zhu Yao ran back to the studio, he found that Director Mei and Min Jiawen were standing by the window. It seemed that they had been watching Zhu Yao talking to Qu Qingcheng just now.

Zhu Yao was particularly afraid that he would delay the progress of the filming, so he glanced at Sister Mao who was standing one step behind Director Mei, meaning "Why didn't you call me"?

Sister Mao glanced in Director Mei's direction, meaning "He won't let me call you."

Zhu Yao said anxiously: "Director Mei..."

Director Mei asked, "That one just now, was your high school teacher?"

Zhu Yao nodded.

Min Jiawen smiled at the side: "When the filming first started, he brought it to the scene and asked me for an autograph."

Director Mei asked, "Do you like her?"

Zhu Yao choked when he was hit by Director Mei's straight ball: "...that's not the case!"

"What's the matter?"

Qin Tian came out from nowhere, wearing the same style of school uniform as Zhu Yao, and said with a smile, "It's yearning!"

"Teacher Qu is the object of Zhu Yao's yearning. She always thinks that Teacher Qu is quite holy."

Zhu Yao blushed, "No..."

Words like "holy and holy" are okay to talk about in front of Qin Tian, ​​but saying it in front of Director Mei is like deliberately dragging literature and art, which makes Zhu Yao feel very embarrassed.

Although it is true.

Director Mei asked, "Really?"

Zhu Yao gritted his teeth and decided to tell the truth: "Yes!"

Director Mei said, "That's right, come and see."

Min Jiawen raised the phone in his hand.

Zhu Yao had heard before that Min Jiawen was fond of photography, and he was pretty good at it, and seemed to have held a personal photo exhibition or something.At that time, the name she used was "Han Zhi". No one knew that Han Zhi was Min Jiawen, and her works sold unexpectedly well.

Zhu Yao looked down at Min Jiawen's phone.

is a photo.

Just now she and Qu Qingcheng got together to put on the Band-Aid photo.

Min Jiawen captured the photos very well.Zhu Yao turned her back to the camera and lowered her head slightly. From the back view, she could see that she was tense all over, as if she was caring for some fragile glass product.

Qu Qingcheng also lowered his head, he could see half of his face in the camera, his expression seemed distant, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Judging from the photos, the heads of the two were actually quite close at that time.Zhu Yao recalled that she and Qu Qingcheng were far away at that time.

Across the dawn and moon fog.Across the Milky Way, across the indescribable thoughts that cannot be grasped, and five years of boundless time.

Min Jiawen used the light very well, a ray of morning light shone down from the upper left corner of the photo, illuminating the small half of Qu Qingcheng's face.

Director Mei saw that Zhu Yao was watching intently, and asked her, "What do you see?"

Zhu Yao: "Just..."

She didn't know what to say, there seemed to be many complex and delicate emotions in her heart, like dust in the air, being buried in the morning light that lit up Qu Qingcheng's side face.

Hard to capture and even harder to describe.

Director Mei said, "You can sum up the plot of our movie in one sentence."

Zhu Yao thought about it: "A high school girl has a pure yearning for a female teacher. On her birthday, her family suffered a sudden change and she dropped out of school. After the female teacher became her only salvation, she found that her feelings for the teacher gradually changed..."

Min Jiawen laughed: "Is that what you said?"

Zhu Yao scratched her head: "I tried my best."

Director Mei asked her: "Don't you think your state in this photo is much more accurate than your state during filming?"

Zhu Yao was taken aback.

"It's a pure yearning for the teacher, but in that yearning, there is another seed that the female students may not know about. There must be that seed, so that this feeling can take root and sprout in the future, and it will bloom a different nature. flower."

"I do not……"

Zhu Yao wanted to say that she really didn't have that seed for Qu Qingcheng, she really thought Qu Qingcheng was quite holy, but thinking of that inexplicable kiss last night, she shut up again.

Director Mei took the phone from Min Jiawen again, looked at the photo, and told Zhu Yao: "Just follow this direction to find your feeling, that's right."

"……understood."

Director Mei: "Then we are going to start filming."

Director Mei hurriedly went to set up the scene, and Min Jiawen chatted with Director Mei for a long time after putting on makeup, so he also went to absorb oil and touch up makeup now.

Zhu Yao didn't need to touch up her makeup, taking advantage of her invincible youth.

After waiting for Director Mei and Min Jiawen to leave, Sister Mao finally seized the opportunity to come over to Zhu Yao and say, "It seems Director Mei won't replace you, so I'm relieved."

Zhu Yao glanced at Sister Mao: "So you always thought that Director Mei would replace me?"

"Oh no." Sister Mao said haha: "Isn't that Mei Daote is deep, who knows what he is thinking, do you understand if you were born in sorrow and died in peace!"

Sister Mao said again: "Your Naqu teacher..."

Zhu Yao said: "Sister Mao, do you think the sides of my nose are a little oily? I'd better go and touch up my makeup."

She ran away.

While waiting for the scene, I put my hand in the pocket of my school uniform trousers, felt something, took it out for a look, and then remembered that it was the Band-Aid I asked for from Xixi this morning.

Didn't use up the remaining ones.

Min Jiawen came over: "Is this the Band-Aid you put on her?"

Zhu Yao smiled and put away the band-aid.

Director Mei was yelling: "Everyone is in place, ready to—"

The lights at the scene illuminated Min Jiawen's face wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and she suddenly said, "Zhu Yao, I think you can do it, really."

The tone of her words was sincere, not like the general scene where seniors comfort juniors, Zhu Yao was taken aback for a while.

"why?"

Min Jiawen looked away: "I don't know, I just have this feeling."

Director Mei called Min Jiawen and Zhu Yao: "You two are in the mirror, let me see the light."

Zhu Yao followed Min Jiawen to the camera: "Teacher Min."

"Ok?"

Zhu Yao squeezed the Band-Aid in his pocket: "The photo you took this morning...can you send it to me?"

Min Jiawen smiled, and gave Zhu Yao a meaningful look: "Okay."

******

After the show ended in the evening, Director Mei left Zhu Yao behind: "Do you think you have found the feeling today?"

Zhu Yao took a cautious look at Director Mei.

In fact, to be honest, according to her current level of acting skills, she always felt that there was still the most critical link that was not cleared up. It was like a layer of frosted glass, so vague that even she herself couldn't see clearly.

It is even more difficult to evaluate whether she is good at acting or not—how does she know!

Director Mei glanced back at Zhu Yao: "I'm sorry to tell you, but——no!"

Zhu Yao said "ah".

Instead, Director Mei was amused by her: "Why are you so young? Don't you struggle a bit?"

"How do you struggle?" Zhu Yao said, "I have mobilized everything I can..."

"Didn't I ask you to look for your teacher Qu?" Director Mei asked, "Did you think of Teacher Qu when you acted?"

"……No."

"why not?"

"It's a little... I don't dare to think about it."

"Just don't dare to think about it!" Director Mei said, "You follow me to watch the monitor."

The monitor was replaying a scene between Zhu Yao and Min Jiawen. The girl and the teacher were eating a bowl of beef noodles together. I was stunned.

Director Mei sighed: "You are staring at Min Jiawen blankly like that, does it seem like you have a strange feeling in your yearning that has not yet awakened?"

"Then how should I act?"

"You ask me?" Director Mei laughed angrily at her.

"I really don't understand, so I ask you... for advice."

"How about this, I will assign you a task." Director Mei said, "Tomorrow at dinner time, I will give you an hour off. You can go to your teacher Qu and have a bowl of beef noodles together."

******

Zhu Yao took off her makeup, washed her face, and lay on the bed with a mask on.

I don't know if it's because she hasn't found the status yet, but there aren't many rehearsals for filming today, and it's only past ten o'clock when she returns to the hotel room to complete this series of procedures.

The phone vibrated, and Zhu Yao picked it up, and it seemed that Min Jiawen sent over the photo that was captured this morning.

Zhu Yao stared at the photo.

In the morning light, her and Qu Qingcheng's heads were very close to each other, perhaps a little bit of hair on the forehead of the two of them might touch each other's skin when it was blown by the wind.

Zhu Yao thought for a while, then called Shang Xiaoran: "Sorry to bother you..."

"Can you give me Teacher Qu's phone number?"

******

After Zhu Yao sent a message to Qu Qingcheng, she ran away to wash her face.

She was afraid that Qu Qingcheng would not reply to messages for a long time, so she checked her phone every second.She was also afraid that Qu Qingcheng would reply to the message soon, but she didn't even have the courage to open it.

After washing his face, drying it, and taking care of his skin, Zhu Yao couldn't procrastinate, so he had to walk slowly to the bed where the phone was thrown.

It's like a hot phone, and I dare not hold it. I poke my finger and press the screen to turn on, and it shows that there is an unread message.

Zhu Yao's heart was pounding.

She thought that she would hesitate for a long time and dare not watch it, for fear of receiving bad news from Qu Qingcheng, but she didn't expect to grab the phone in her hand.

It slid away as if unwilling to wait for a second, and there were three words from Qu Qingcheng lying inside: "Okay."

Zhu Yao felt that the three characters sent by Qu Qingcheng had different fonts from others, and they were as clear and beautiful as herself.

But when will iMessage be able to adjust the font, it's crazy.

Qu Qingcheng sent another message: "What's the matter?"

Zhu Yao's first post was to ask Qu Qingcheng if he could do her a favor.

Zhu Yao climbed onto the bed, hugged the pillow with legs crossed and replied, "Can we meet and talk?"

"I'll come to you for dinner before self-study tomorrow night? Can you come out?"

Zhu Yao asked the question knowingly. She used to be a student of No. [-] Middle School, so of course she knew that teachers could freely enter and leave the school without restriction.

See if Qu Qingcheng is willing or not.

This time Qu Qingcheng didn't reply for a long time, Zhu Yao kept pinching the corner of the pillow in his arms.

After about 5 minutes, it seemed like a century to Zhu Yao, Qu Qingcheng's message finally came back——

"OK."

Zhu Yao fell on the bed with a bang, buried her face with a pillow, kicked her long legs on the bed twice.

She also wanted to yell: "Ah——!!!"

Because she didn't know how to explain, what was going on with the heart in her chest that was so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat.

The blood gurgling in the veins, is it because of happiness or nervousness.

******

At dinner time the next day, the director of the theater staff pushed people in noisily and prepared to serve dinner.

Zhu Yao found that everyone in the crew was doing their own thing, but everyone was sneaking glances at her.

Those who read the script were sneaking glances at her.The light adjuster was sneaking glances at her.The first batch to receive the boxed lunches, chewing on shredded pork with green peppers and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, also sneaked a glance at her.

Everyone seemed to know that she had received a mission from Director Mei to go on a "date" with Teacher Qu.

Zhu Yao became even more nervous, and walked up to Director Mei with red ears: "Director Mei, then I'll go."

"Well, let's go."

******

Zhu Yao didn't realize that he didn't change his clothes until he got in the car sent by the crew.

He came out while still wearing the high school uniform in the play.

I wanted to ask the driver to turn around and go back, but I checked the time on my phone. If I make a trip back, I will be late to see Qu Qingcheng.

So forget it, let's just go like this.

When getting off the bus, Zhu Yao was a little embarrassed, always feeling like a high school student blatantly skipping class while wandering around the gate of the middle school in such a school uniform.

The driver said to Zhu Yao: "Go and do your work. I'll drive around the neighborhood. Call me when you're done."

Zhu Yao said, "Thank you, Brother Wang."

The driver drove the car away, leaving Zhu Yao standing there alone at a loss, not knowing where to put his hands.

Insert it into the school uniform trousers pocket and take it out again.

Later, I saw a row of newly built safety fences at the school gate, and I walked over with a drag, ready to sit down.

At school, the last class in the afternoon has not yet finished.

The building closest to the gate of the school, the first floor should be the first year of high school. I don’t know which class’s last class was occupied by the English teacher. Maybe it’s the classic reason like “the physical education teacher has a cold”.

In short, Zhu Yao sat at the school gate and heard the voice of reading in unison from the classroom: "At the end of 16th century, about five to seven peoples speak English..."

Zhu Yao vaguely remembered that they also memorized this text in their freshman year of high school.

This made her feel like she was sixteen or seventeen years old again, as if she had just slipped out of school in her school uniform.

She slipped out and didn't leave, and was waiting at the school gate to have a date with the teacher!

Zhu Yao's nervous stomach throbbed, and he took out a cigarette and a lighter from the pocket of his school uniform trousers.

When she was waiting for the set to film, she often went outside to smoke a cigarette, so she simply put it in the pocket of her school uniform pants. Anyway, the high school uniforms were as big as sacks.

The security guards who were patrolling back and forth at the school gate glanced at Zhu Yao.

With an unlit cigarette in his mouth, Zhu Yao blushed inexplicably.

In fact, the school uniform on her body is not exactly the same as the No. [-] Middle School in terms of style and color.And she still has a little makeup on her face, so she is more mature than a real high school student.

I don't know if the security guard can see that she is not a student of the school.If not, even if you think that Zhu Yao came out of school with a false note, once you see her smoking, I don't know if she will come and tell her.

In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding, Zhu Yao cowardly put away the cigarette.But she was really nervous, and after thinking about it, she walked to the small shop in front of the school, preparing to fight against her throbbing stomach and buy an ice cream.

After choosing and choosing a retro torch, he bought another one for Qu Qingcheng.

Going back to the fence and sitting down to lick it slowly, the ice cream melted slowly in late autumn, freezing the corners of Zhu Yao's lips, probably unable to speak, she practiced speaking: "Teacher Qu..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw a beautiful figure meandering towards her from the school gate.

Just walk towards her.

This time, Qu Qingcheng only walked towards her.All the light footsteps are just to keep her promise.

Looking at Qu Qingcheng's small and clean face, getting closer and closer in the setting sun, Zhu Yao took another bite of the torch ice cream in a daze, thinking——

Is this what the word "dating" means?

******

When Qu Qingcheng walked towards the school gate, he was a little nervous.

Last night, she didn't even think that she would promise Zhu Yao to come and find her during dinner time.

why?Is it because Mr. Zhao called 5 minutes ago and wanted to make an appointment with her?Or because when I washed my face earlier, I felt a little itchy on my back. I took off my shirt and looked in the mirror. I found a rash and accidentally glanced at the tattoo on my back?

When receiving Zhu Yao's message, Qu Qingcheng had already put on her shirt again, and sat at the desk to approve homework. After bowing her head for a long time, the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose slipped off, and she stretched out her fingers to gently push them back.

In the end, he simply took off his glasses, and replied three words to the phone: "Okay."

Obviously just been kissed by Zhu Yao, right?Obviously it should be avoided, right?

When Qu Qingcheng walked towards the school gate, he felt his lips were hot, right where Zhu Yao had kissed him before.

She wanted to send Zhu Yao a message, saying that she couldn't eat because of something, but her feet still led her to the school gate involuntarily.

So, she saw a girl in a baggy school uniform sitting on the safety fence that had just been erected at the school gate. She couldn't sit still because of a thin metal bar. Her body weight was supported by a pair of long legs, and she held a Biting the torch ice cream, holding an unopened package in the other hand.

A face in the twilight, with a cold expression, seems to be far away from everyone.The superior lines reveal immaturity, and wearing a high school uniform is not disobedient at all, but compared to the 17-year-old girl in Qu Qingcheng's impression, she is much more mature.

Looking at it from a distance, it gave Qu Qingcheng a very strange feeling.

Until she deliberately slowed down, walked in front of the girl, saw the girl raised the ice cream in her hand to her, her lips might have been frozen from the ice cream she had been biting, and asked her slightly tremblingly: "Will you eat, Qu Qingcheng?" ?”

Qu Qingcheng heard himself laughing and said, "Why don't you call me Teacher Qu?"

The girl lowered her head and took another bite of the ice cream, raised her head, smiled again, half stubborn and half embarrassed, and asked her, "Isn't it Teacher Qu?"

After a long time, Qu Qingcheng recalled that that sentence was probably the beginning of the blurring of the boundaries between the two of them.

******

Zhu Yao and Qu Qingcheng, each biting a piece of ice cream, walked slowly in the twilight of late autumn.

His fingers were stiff from the cold, and his lips were also stiff, which made a beating heart hot.

Zhu Yao heard Qu Qingcheng ask her: "What do you want me to do for you? Why did you come to find me for dinner?"

Zhu Yao smiled: "Let's talk about it during the meal."

Qu Qingcheng asked: "What do you want to eat?"

The snack bar at the school gate is different from the snack bars in other places, because the students are still in the school and cannot come in and out at will. Instead, it is very quiet, which is in stark contrast to the bustle after evening self-study.

Zhu Yao said: "Let's eat beef noodles, which one is delicious?"

Qu Qingcheng shook his head: "I don't know either."

Zhu Yao smiled.

Now, instead, she walked with Qu Qingcheng.

She scanned the various snack bars at the school gate, and there were three in sight. She picked the one with the dirtiest tables, chairs and benches, and the most vicious-looking proprietress, and led Qu Qingcheng over there.

"What are you eating?" the proprietress asked angrily.

Zhu Yao said: "One bowl of beef noodles, two bowls of tremella soup."

Qu Qingcheng was a little surprised: "A bowl?"

Zhu Yao turned her head and smiled at her: "This is what I asked for your help."

******

The proprietress began to chase people away: "Let's go, don't stand by the pot in the way, sit by the table."

Qu Qingcheng didn't ask further questions for a while, and followed Zhu Yao to the table to sit down.

In the small shop at the gate of the school, even the paper towels are not paper towels, but thin two-layer coreless rolls.Qu Qingcheng wrapped two knots in his hands, and wiped off the oil on the table in front of him, and then wiped off the one in front of Zhu Yao.

Zhu Yao saw that the cartoon Band-Aid on Qu Qingcheng's hand had been torn off, revealing a reddened wound.

I don't know if it was because of the steaming hot water in the small shop, Zhu Yao's face felt hot for no reason.

"The wound on your hand..."

As soon as these words came out, Qu Qingcheng stretched out his hand to wipe the table in front of Zhu Yao, and shrank obviously.

The air was almost frozen, and only the sound of boiling water in the big iron pot at the door could be heard.

Both of them remembered that kiss in the night, Qu Qingcheng's hand rested on the back of Zhu Yao's head, whose lips were softer, and whose lips were hotter.

This is the landlady throwing a bowl of noodles on the table aggressively, and said loudly, "Your noodles!"

Twice again: "Your white fungus soup!"

Ask again: "Or garlic?"

Zhu Yao was taken aback: What kind of "date" is this?It's a little choking!

Qu Qingcheng smiled instead: "No, thank you."

The proprietress walked away, Qu Qingcheng took out two pairs of disposable chopsticks from the chopsticks basket, Zhu Yao glanced at the wound on Qu Qingcheng's hand, and quickly brought the chopsticks over: "I'll do it."

Breaking apart the two pairs of chopsticks, handed one pair back to Qu Qingcheng.

Qu Qingcheng was mixing the noodles, and asked Zhu Yao gently: "Whether it's cilantro? Onion?"

Zhu Yao said he didn't want green onions and forgot to tell the proprietress, Qu Qingcheng smiled and said it was all right, pulled a tissue and spread it on the table, helped Zhu Yao pick out the finely chopped green onions one by one from the bowl.

While choosing, he asked: "Why do you only need a bowl of noodles? Lose weight?"

"No, this is actually a scene in our movie, just... You are a teacher, please accompany me to experience it."

Zhu Yao told the story of the girl eating a bowl of beef noodles with the teacher, but the girl's endless thoughts were hidden.

The close-up of staring at the fingers holding the chopsticks is hidden.The ambiguous taste of the face reddened by the steam was hidden.The foreheads where the two of them inadvertently lowered their heads together and touched each other lightly, made a pleasant and slight bang.

But all of Zhu Yaoyin's disappearances happened without exception.

Qu Qingcheng rubbed his forehead and smiled, "The two protagonists in your movie shouldn't be in such a mess, right?"

Zhu Yao stared at Qu Qingcheng's cheeks that were reddened by the steam, and the usual white daffodils turned into red roses at this time, with an inexplicably delicate smell.

She accidentally asked, "Qu Qingcheng, can you do me a bigger favor?"

"what?"

"Come with me and experience all the plots in the movie, otherwise I..."

"You can't act well?"

"Ah."

"That's... alright."

Zhu Yao was stunned: "Don't agree yet, you still don't know the girl and teacher in this movie..."

Qu Qingcheng smiled lightly, picked out the last scallion that was missing from the noodle bowl, rubbed the tip of his chopsticks on the paper towel that was soaked by the noodle soup: "I know."

"Later, the girl and the teacher developed a special relationship, right?"

Zhu Yao looked at Qu Qingcheng's smiling side face, and let out a "hmm" in a daze.

Qu Qingcheng said, "I guessed it."

"I agree."

The author says:

Save the child's advance payment! ! !Calling affectionately! ! !