Time makes you fall

◎Enlightened◎

Zhu Yao used to only know that someone was drunk, but he didn't know that someone was drunk with beef noodles.

Accompanied by Qu Qingcheng's "I agree", Zhu Yao fell into a kind of dizziness.

On the other hand, Qu Qingcheng looked calm, took a bowl of white fungus soup on the table, drank it in small sips, and praised: "It's very thick."

It seemed that he was really just drinking the white fungus soup concentrating on it.

He also asked Zhu Yao: "Aren't you going to drink?"

Zhu Yao: "...drink."

The slippery white fungus soup is really boiled very well. The white fungus is soft and has a thick soup, which is sweet and sweet, like someone's lips.

Zhu Yao was distracted, drinking a bowl of white fungus soup like a crime.

Qu Qingcheng's calm made her feel uneasy, and asked tentatively, "You...why did you agree?"

"It should be very difficult for you to act in this kind of movie." Qu Qingcheng said.

"Ok?"

"Don't you hate me...don't you hate people like us?"

I like homosexuality.

"no!"

really not.

But when he was 17 years old, how could he explain to Qu Qingcheng in just one or two sentences the complex thoughts that he couldn't explain clearly.

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Whether it is or not." It seemed that he only regarded the "no" as Zhu Yao's powerless refutation.

"For you, you can finish this movie well."

"For me..." Qu Qingcheng touched the phone on the table, turned on the vibrate, and now it was beeping, and the words "Mr. Zhao" on the screen were particularly dazzling.

Qu Qingcheng didn't seem to plan to answer it, and let the phone ring until it automatically hung up and the table became quiet before continuing, "For me, it's just a self-exploration."

She turned her head and smiled and asked Zhu Yao: "The filming is over, and we're also done acting, right?"

At that time, Zhu Yao didn't understand what this sentence meant, but an instinct told her that if she denied this sentence, Qu Qingcheng would probably withdraw the decision she had just agreed to.

It turned out later that her intuition at the time was completely correct.

Zhu Yao nodded: "Yes."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "That's good."

******

The two walked out of the noodle shop together, and a gust of cold wind blew, blowing their cheeks that were too hot from eating noodles or from other reasons.

Accompanying Qu Qingcheng, Zhu Yao walked slowly along the side of the road, pointing his toes at the gap between the floor tiles.

Qu Qingcheng was silent all the way, Zhu Yao asked: "There is a beef noodle shop at the gate of your community..."

"Ok?"

"Business looks good, have you eaten there?"

"No."

"what?"

It was only then that Zhu Yao realized that the last time she sat in the beef noodle shop, she imagined that Qu Qingcheng would also sit in the same position eating noodles and petting cats. It was just like the childish and lonely plots when she was 17 years old. It was all her fantasy. .

She still doesn't understand Qu Qingcheng like she did when she was 17 years old.

what's right.what is wrong.What a falsehood is revealed.What is the hidden truth.

Qu Qingcheng was still a mystery in front of her, making her unable to figure out why Qu Qingcheng agreed to her today.

Qu Qingcheng explained: "Noodles from the south are not the same kind of noodles from the north. I'm not very used to it."

"So that's how it is." No wonder I don't even know which beef noodle restaurant in front of the school is delicious.

She asked Qu Qingcheng: "Then have you eaten enough tonight?"

"I'm full." Qu Qingcheng said with a smile: "The tremella soup is delicious, I don't eat much."

"That's good."

The school gate was approaching, Qu Qingcheng said, "Is it here today?"

Zhu Yao nodded.

He raised his hand and waved: "Goodbye, Qu Qingcheng."

Qu Qingcheng glanced at Zhu Yao's school uniform sleeve: "It seems... from the perspective of the plot, you should still call me Teacher Qu now, right?"

"...Goodbye, Teacher Qu."

******

When Zhu Yao rushed back to the set, she found that Director Mei, Min Jiawen and Sister Mao were all waiting for her.

The other people, who were busy in their own ways, stared at the work in their hands. In fact, their sneaky glances were more curious than when Zhu Yao went out.

Director Mei asked Zhu Yao, "How is it?"

Zhu Yao was afraid that going out by himself would delay the progress of the filming, so he ran up from the underground parking lot out of breath: "Mei, Director Mei, can I repeat that scene again? Right now."

Director Mei glanced at Min Jiawen, who nodded.

Zhu Yao said, "Thanks for your hard work, Teacher Min."

Director Mei shouted: "Everyone is ready." Zhu Yao and Min Jiawen walked into the camera.

As soon as Zhu Yao sat down, she was about to stand up again: "I forgot to touch up my makeup..."

Min Jiawen gave her a hand: "No need to make up."

She looked at Zhu Yao's shining eyes and cheeks flushed from running, and she knew as well as Director Mei that this was the "moment" when every actor got enlightened. Once missed, she would never come back .

Zhu Yao was still breathing, facing a bowl of beef noodles in front of her and Min Jiawen.

Oh I see.

It turned out that touching that person's fingers would feel hotter than touching the hottest rim of the bowl, so I retracted abruptly.

It turns out that when you touch that person's forehead, you will be embarrassed and ashamed, but you are also greedy for the warmth of that little skin-to-skin kiss, which is a bit playful, and you hold your head and don't want to move it, shaking it subtly.

It turned out that I caught a glimpse of the man's face reddened by the steam. It was as unstoppable as a rose in full bloom on a summer night, exuding a brilliance that was completely different from the usual lightness. A thin layer of fog.

It turned out that facing the bowl of beef noodles in front of him, he didn't count the noodles one by one, but he didn't even know when he finished eating.

"Cracked." Director Mei shouted outside the camera.

Zhu Yao gasped and stood up, not only was her breathing not smooth, but it was even faster than after running just now.

His chest rose and fell violently, and he did not forget to say: "Thank you, Teacher Min."

Director Mei called her out of the camera: "Zhuyao, come here."

Zhu Yao was a little nervous when she walked over: If this doesn't work, then she really can't.

Director Mei pointed to the monitor: "Look at it yourself."

Zhu Yao watched it with Director Mei.

"How do you feel about yourself?"

Zhu Yao was terrified: "...I don't know?"

"You don't know?" Director Mei gave a rare, sincere smile: "It's fine if you don't know."

"Fix up your makeup, we'll shoot the rest later."

"What about this match?"

"This is over."

It's not "I'll talk about it later" or "I'll watch it later", but "this time" and "It's over."

Zhu Yao stood there in a daze, and when Director Mei rolled up the script and walked away, Sister Mao rushed over and shook Zhu Yao's shoulder: "You made Director Mei cry, do you know that! You can do it! You will be fine in the film industry in the future!"

Zhu Yao couldn't believe it: "I made Director Mei cry?"

Sister Mao said, "Didn't you see that he wiped the corners of his eyes just now?"

"I thought he was tired."

"That's not it. When you acted just now, I could see clearly that Director Mei was sitting behind the monitor, with a layer of water in his eyes."

"Zhu Yao, I knew you could! It turns out that you are not only capable, but also a genius in acting!" Sister Mao patted Zhu Yao on the shoulder.

Zhu Yao was still in a daze.

There was a hearty feeling in her heart, not from Sister Mao's praise, not even from Director Mei's tears, but from all that she could do just under the camera.

For the first time, she discovered that she liked being an actor.

But she is not a genius, she just expresses everything she has experienced in front of the camera.

Song, Qing, Cheng.

She thought of these three words, responding to the slight tremor in her heart.

******

Early the next morning, Sister Mao knocked on the door of Zhu Yao's room.

Zhu Yao went to open the door with her hair sleeping like a chicken coop. She was in a daze at first, but she woke up after being glared at by Sister Mao.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Yao was puzzled.

"Hmph, it's really unfair!" Sister Mao walked in angrily, "Why do some people still look good with swollen faces and swollen eyes sleeping on top of a chicken coop!"

Zhu Yaojian was fine, his nerves relaxed, and he became dazed again, smirking: "Who? Me?"

Sister Mao glared at her again: "Stop laughing!"

A smile is cuter, what should I do?

There are enchanting and charming fairies in the world, as well as natural fairies like Zhu Yao.

Sister Mao is used to seeing all kinds of beauties in the entertainment industry, so of course she knows that the latter is the real killer.

With such a face on Zhu Yao's face, it is really God's favor to eat.Moreover, Sister Mao started to take Zhu Yao with her in her junior year, watching Zhu Yao's face gradually lose its childishness and become more refined.

With a bit of sharp looks in the pure, even cold and touching.

She just smiled and was very milky.

It's unreasonable!

Zhu Yao fell back on the bed with the chicken coop on her head, and Sister Mao pulled her quilt: "Don't sleep, wake up."

Zhu Yao covered his head with a pillow: "Didn't Director Mei say that the filming session will be rescheduled, and the filming won't start until noon today?"

"Yes, I'll take you somewhere."

"Where?"

"In the temple." Sister Mao said solemnly, "You suddenly became enlightened yesterday, I will take you to worship, thank God for opening your eyes."

"Are you kidding me?"

Sister Mao pulled Zhu Yao's pillow away again: "Which eye of yours saw that I was joking?"

"Get up soon, I have checked which temple is the most spiritual?"

"...Are you really going?"

"I can't lie to you! Hurry up, it's too late."

Zhu Yao sighed while washing his face with clean water: It is said that people in business and entertainment circles are the most superstitious, and it seems to be true.

Too lazy to sleep.

Zhu Yao combed her hair casually, put on jeans and a thick baseball shirt, and followed Sister Mao out the door.

As soon as she saw Sister Mao driving the car down the mountain, she felt a drum in her heart.

I was relieved to see the cable car.

As a result, Sister Mao said: "You can't take the cable car. If you are dishonest, it's useless!"

Zhu Yao almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Sister Mao grinned: "It can still burn calories, that's great."

"How long did it take to climb up?"

"One hour, hurry up and get back to the set before noon."

Zhu Yao glanced at the towering mountain and asked Sister Mao: "What is the name of this temple? What is the best wish to make?"

"Lingfeng Temple." Sister Mao said, "You can make any wish, and the most spiritual one is here."

"Really?"

"Why lie to you? I don't care what your sister Mao is doing. The best thing is to search for information, okay?"

In Zhu Yao's heart, Qu Qing's clear but elusive face flashed past.

She tied her shoelaces again and said softly, "Climb then."

******

When Qu Qingcheng came home from her evening self-study, she didn't expect Zhu Yao to be waiting for her in the yard.

Wearing a school uniform of a high school student, his face was a little blurred under the moonlight, making him appear a little immature, no different from any student Qu Qingcheng faced during the day.

But tall, with a slender figure, she stood there with her hands in the pockets of her school uniform pants, her head lowered, as if something important on the ground attracted her attention.

In fact, there is nothing but moonlight.

Qu Qingcheng approached slowly, not knowing whether he was afraid that his footsteps would shatter the moonlight or disturb the girl under the moonlight, so his footsteps were unconsciously light.

Zhu Yao still heard it, and looked up, with a flustered expression.

There is a little red between the lips, flickering on and off.

It turned out to be secretly smoking a cigarette.

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "You really think of me as your teacher, are you afraid that I will catch you?"

Zhu Yao followed suit with a smile: "No, Sister Mao won't let me smoke, saying it's not good to be photographed by the paparazzi. I always avoid her smoking, and it's become a habit."

"As soon as someone comes, it's like coming to arrest me."

Qu Qingcheng looked at the girl under the moonlight, with a cigarette between her lips, her hand in the pocket of her school uniform trousers, coupled with her cold facial features, it revealed a bit of rebellion and alienation.

He just smiled under the moonlight, and looked shy and cute again.

The kind of cuteness that makes you want to touch her head.

Just looking at you and smiling like that...you are her whole world.

Qu Qingcheng didn't know why he had such an illusion for no reason. He obviously looked at the students often in class, but at this moment he unconsciously looked away.

Zhu Yao is actually a very sensitive child, of course she sensed it, coughed lightly, and then looked away.

For a moment, between the two standing at a certain distance, there was only the flowing moonlight and the sound of Zhu Yao smoking and burning cigarettes.

There is an awkward and delicate atmosphere spreading infinitely, and the slack strings are tightened.

Qu Qingcheng watched the moonlight condense on the floor tiles and said, "I didn't expect you to be here."

"Aren't you filming tonight?" Obviously the studio lights are on.

"Shooting." Zhu Yao explained: "But these two scenes are not my scenes."

"That……"

Qu Qingcheng didn't know what to say, asking "Are you okay?" seemed too alienated, and clearly agreed to accompany Zhu Yao to experience the script.

But if he stood like this, Qu Qingcheng felt in his heart "is something going to happen again".

Fortunately, Zhu Yao rescued her: "I have something to do with you."

"Huh?" Qu Qingcheng looked over with a sigh of relief.

Under the moonlight, the girl raised her hand and scratched her head in embarrassment, with a look of bewilderment on her face, making her look even more cute.

The more shy, the cuter.The clumsier the cuter.

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "What's the matter? Do you need my help again?"

"Nah……"

Zhu Yao scratched her head, looking hard to speak, turned her head to stare at the cigarette butt between her fingers for a while, and pursed her lips, as if she had made up her mind.

The hand that had been stuck in the pocket of the trousers of the school uniform was drawn out, as fast as a samurai drawing a knife, and quickly stuffed something into Qu Qingcheng's hand, and then ran away.

Qu Qingcheng looked down at his palm, the thing he held was illuminated by the moonlight.

It is a kit, small and flat, with auspicious cloud patterns embroidered on the dark pattern, and the mouth of the pouch is tied with a red string in the style of a Chinese knot.

Take it to the nose and smell it, a faint scent of incense.

It is a sachet for praying in the temple.

Why did Zhu Yao suddenly give her this?

Qu Qingcheng squeezed his palms tightly and glanced at the brightly lit studio, Zhu Yao's figure under the lens flashed past the window.

Qu Qingcheng squeezed his palms tightly and walked slowly towards his home.

******

While batching homework under the desk lamp, Qu Qingcheng's cell phone rang.

She took off the gold-rimmed glasses and put them on the desk, pinched the bridge of her tired nose, and put them on: "Hello."

Zhu Yao's voice came: "Qu Qingcheng...Teacher Qu."

Qu Qingcheng gave a soft "um" and didn't ask Zhu Yao what's the matter, as if he knew Zhu Yao would call early in the morning.

Slowly wandering to the window and pulling up the curtains, I wanted to relax my eyes and look at the night, but I accidentally saw a slender girl, still wearing a school uniform, squatting on the flower bed in the dark beside the fountain.

Holding the mobile phone in one hand and hugging the knees in the other, it looks like a lovely spore plant that grows there naturally.

No, maybe more like a sunflower.

Qu Qingcheng watched from behind the curtain.

The girl's face was raised towards the moonlight, cold and clean with a touch of confusion, looking up at the direction of Qu Qingcheng's house.

It seems that in the desolate moonlight, Qu Qingcheng is her only sun that never sets.

Qu Qingcheng is already 29 years old, maybe he has been an adult for too long, seeing this expression, his heart is a little shocked.

Yes, the word "shock" can be used.

As a Chinese teacher, Qu Qingcheng felt that he did not use the wrong words.

Zhu Yao just squatted and looked up, and said with a chuckle on the phone: "I'm in the hotel room after the show, I'll give you a call."

Lied.

Qu Qingcheng didn't know why Zhu Yao lied like this, she could have called Qu Qingcheng in the hotel room.

Was it because he was afraid that it would be too late at the hotel? Was Qu Qingcheng already asleep?

And Qu Qingcheng didn't know how Zhu Yao explained to her manager that she didn't go back to the hotel to stay here after the show.

Looking at the girl's cold face like this, she clenched the curtain tightly with her fingers: "Yes."

Not broken.

"That sachet..."

"Did you go to the temple?" Qu Qingcheng asked with a smile.

"Yes." Zhu Yao replied: "Sister Mao said that I have become better at acting, and I have to thank God." As she said that, she laughed.

He added: "I also made a wish for you and asked for a sachet."

"You... just put it in the drawer of the bedside table casually, it's small and doesn't take up much space."

"If you don't believe it, just take it for fun..." His voice became lower and lower, his face was still full of moonlight, and he looked towards the direction of Qu Qingcheng's window.

It's just that Qu Qingcheng is hiding behind the curtain, Zhu Yao can't see her.

Zhu Yao asked, "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

"Do not believe."

Zhu Yao said "oh".

Qu Qingcheng said softly, "But I will keep it safe."

"It's in...the drawer of the bedside table."

She watched the girl lower her head under the moonlight, and looked up again as if embarrassed: "Mmm...OK."

"What wish did you make for me?"

Zhu Yao laughed: "How can you say this? It won't work if you say it."

"Is it what I want?"

"In fact, I do not know."

"Okay." Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Thank you anyway."

"It's getting late, you rest, I'll go to the script for a while."

"Where are you acting..."

"It's much better, thank you for accompanying me to eat beef noodles." Zhu Yao said and scratched his head: "Actually, I shouldn't have said that, it seems that I am using you."

"Actually, I... didn't mean that."

"I know." Qu Qingcheng said warmly, "Because I'm a teacher in the first place, it's good to help you find the feeling."

Zhu Yao didn't make a sound.

It seems that they don't fully agree with Qu Qingcheng's words.

"Not all teachers can..." A very low sentence.

"What?" Qu Qingcheng didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing, you go and rest, I really should read the script."

"Then, bye."

"Goodbye."

Zhu Yao waited for Qu Qingcheng to gently hang up the phone.

Qu Qingcheng didn't know about the two things on the phone until a long time later.

The first is what wish Zhu Yao made for her in the temple that day.Qu Qingcheng often thinks that maybe the luck of the two of them later has something to do with Zhu Yao's wish that day.

Zhu Yaoxu's wish was to let Qu Qingcheng always be herself as she wished.

Zhu Yao made this wish without knowing the truth, Qu Qingcheng couldn't help but believe in gods and Buddhas, and traveled with Zhu Yao through famous mountains and rivers, Lingyin Temple in China, and Kiyomizu Temple in Japan , Always go in and worship.

Zhu Yao hid behind and kissed Qu Qingcheng gently on the back of the neck, and Qu Qingcheng opened her mouth: "Don't make trouble, how can you do this in front of the Buddha!"

Second, Qu Qingcheng gradually discovered that Zhu Yao would never hang up on her first.

At this time, Qu Qingcheng, who didn't know these two things yet, just hid behind the curtain and watched. The girl under the moonlight stood up and jumped off the edge of the flower bed. It seemed that her legs were numb after squatting for a long time, and her knees bent when she jumped down. .

Clumsy and clumsy, Qu Qingcheng couldn't help laughing.

Zhu Yao glanced at Qu Qingcheng's window again, put his hands in the pockets of his school uniform trousers, and left.

******

The next day, Qu Qingcheng received a call from an unfamiliar number.

At that time, she was preparing lessons in the office, and she picked it up: "Hello?"

I thought it was a sales promotion, but the capable female voice on the other end of the phone said, "Teacher Qu? I'm Zhu Yao's agent, Mao Jia."

"Oh."

"Our director is Mei Weilin, you should know him."

"Yeah. I know."

"Director Mei wants to talk to you for a few words. Is it convenient for you?" In an extremely polite tone.

"Convenience." Qu Qingcheng stood up and walked outside the office.

"Mr. Qu, hello." The phone was replaced by a male voice with a bit of vicissitudes.

Qu Qingcheng has seen Mei Weilin's photos. As for the interviews, she may or may not have seen them. She doesn't remember. She doesn't have any in-depth research on domestic directors of that era.

But Mei Weilin's voice, it sounds very consistent with his photo.

"Mr. Mei, hello."

"I want to have a brief chat with you about Xiao Zhu's matter for us to form a small actor. Is your time convenient?"

"Does Zhu Yao know that you came to see me?"

"She doesn't know yet. If you feel the need, I can tell her right away."

Qu Qingcheng thought for a while: "No need. Tonight, between six o'clock and seven o'clock, do you have time?"

In the two classes that Qu Qingcheng leads tonight, she is not in the evening self-study. Although she has to stay in school to prepare lessons during the evening self-study, she has relatively more time.

Director Mei said, "Yes, see you then."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Qu Qingcheng took a deep breath——accompanying Zhu Yao to experience the script, it seemed that there was no way out.

After Qu Qingcheng walked back to the office, he stared at the computer screen for a while.

"Teacher Qu!" A laughing voice sounded, and suddenly patted her on the shoulder from behind.

Qu Qingcheng turned his head, and an extremely young face came into Qu Qingcheng's eyes.