Time makes you fall

◎Dreams◎

The person who came to find Qu Qingcheng was a girl named Zhang Yifeng, the representative of the Chinese class of Class [-] of this year's students.

"Why are you in a daze?" Zhang Yifeng asked with a smile, "What are you thinking about?

"No more." Qu Qingcheng said, "Take a rest after getting tired from preparing lessons."

What can she say she is thinking?

Want to wish Yao Yao?

Thinking about Zhu Yao's kiss with her, the girl smelled a little strong of perfume, but it couldn't cover up the fresh smell of the girl's breath?

Qu Qingcheng looked at Zhang Yifeng's face in front of him.

In fact, Zhang Yifeng and Zhu Yao look a bit alike, they both have the kind of small face, cold and sharp features, but when they smile, they look innocent and cute.

But Zhang Yifeng is more like the later Zhu Yao. Qu Qingcheng feels that after Zhu Yao entered the entertainment industry, his personality seems to be a little bit more lively.

Zhang Yifeng is not like Zhu Yao in his sophomore year of high school. Zhu Yao at that time was much more depressed.

Obviously Zhu Yao is also like Zhang Yifeng. Five years ago, she was still standing in her office like this.

Five years later, Zhu Yao was 23 years old, and she was 29 years old. How could they... kiss each other.

Of course she knew that Zhu Yao had grown up for a long time and was an actor now, but when Zhu Yao stood in front of her in school uniform, with a cold face without much makeup, showing the last bit of childishness, it was still easy to make people feel dazed.

Zhang Yifeng in front of him said, "I'm here to get the papers from the last quiz."

"Okay." Qu Qingcheng stood up and looked for her.

Zhang Yifeng followed behind her: "Teacher Qu, they told me that the monthly exam results were good this time. Could you let us watch a movie one day during the self-study this week?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Why did they push you to talk about it?"

"They all say that I'm your favorite student." Zhang Yifeng blinked: "I am?"

Favorite, student.

Qu Qingcheng said with a smile: "I'm a teacher, how can I not be equal, do you know that you should treat students equally?"

Zhang Yifeng blinked again: "Who doesn't know the truth?" He took the paper and slipped away.

Qu Qingcheng smiled and sat back at the desk.

Qu Qingcheng didn't feel guilty when he said that he didn't have a favorite student and that he treated all students equally.

It is true that some students have more contact with her, they can chat with her familiarly, and even make some jokes, which has a lot to do with the students' personalities, such as Shang Xiaoran in the past and Zhang Yifeng now.

That doesn't mean that Qu Qingcheng favors them more.

After all, among the so many students she has led in the two terms.

Zhu Yao, there is only one.

******

There was no class for Qu Qingcheng in the last class of the afternoon, and she also took advantage of the lunch break to grade a little more papers in order to leave earlier in the afternoon.

After greeting the head teacher, he drove out of the school gate.

Mei Weilin and Mao Jia were waiting for her in a cafe in front of their house.

Qu Qingcheng parked the car and walked in, looking around through the gold-rimmed glasses.

Soon a woman with round eyes and round face stood up and waved to Qu Qingcheng: "Teacher Qu, this way."

Qu Qingcheng walked over and saw a man with a bit of literary style sitting beside the table: "Hello, Director Mei, and Sister Mao."

Director Mei said, "Please sit down."

"Teacher Qu teaches Chinese?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Is it so obvious?"

Director Mei nodded: "The temperament is very good."

Sister Mao interjected: "Director Mei's eyes are very good at seeing people, and he is well-known in the entertainment industry. If anyone does something in person, he can't escape Director Mei's eyes."

Director Mei said, "You scare Teacher Qu by saying that."

Qu Qingcheng smiled and said, "No."

It was just an unintentional sentence from Sister Mao that reminded her of a tattoo on her back.

Do you do one thing to the face and the other behind the back?

What kind of person... am I?

Qu Qingcheng was thinking about it when Director Mei asked this sentence: "Teacher Qu, what kind of person are you?"

Qu Qingcheng was shocked.

Director Mei took a sip of coffee: "Don't get me wrong, I heard Xiao Mao say that Xiao Zhu asked you to accompany her to experience the script, and you agreed."

"I asked you to meet today, I want to ask why."

"Xiao Zhu told you about our script, right?"

Qu Qingcheng nodded: "Probably."

As soon as Director Mei signaled, Sister Mao took out a thick stack from her bag and handed it to Qu Qingcheng: "This is the complete script."

Qu Qingcheng flipped through two pages, and saw quite a few good words and sentences, the kind where the truth can be seen in the ordinary, and he already knew in his heart that the script was solidly written.

She carefully put the script into her bag: "I will read it carefully when I get back."

Director Mei said: "Xiao Zhu should tell you. Our movie is not about ordinary teachers and students. It's not about inspirational teachers encouraging decadent students to reach the pinnacle of life. That kind of movie is not suitable for me."

After all, Director Mei is famous for his literature and art.

"In our movie, after the student becomes an adult and the two dissolve the teacher-student relationship, there are many subtle...emotions."

"This kind of affection will give birth to some scenes."

When Qu Qingcheng looked through the script just now, he saw a scene: "Yes, I understand."

"I just want to ask." Director Mei said, "Teacher Qu, if Zhu Yao is just a student you liked more before, you really don't need to accompany her to experience this kind of script, right?"

"You must have your reasons." Director Mei looked at Qu Qingcheng: "Maybe you are not as...quiet as you appear on the surface."

"Of course I have my reasons." Qu Qingcheng said calmly.

Director Mei nodded: "If you tell me some things, it may be awkward. You can tell Xiaomao. It should be easier for you two girls to chat."

Director Mei consciously stood up holding the coffee cup, and walked away to the side.

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I didn't expect Director Mei to be such a considerate person."

Sister Mao also laughed, and took a sip of coffee: "It's artistic, it's delicate." Then she boasted: "The coffee near your community has really good selection of beans."

Qu Qingcheng knew that she definitely didn't want to chat about coffee, so he asked directly: "You think it's strange too, right? I promised to accompany Zhu Yao to experience the script."

Sister Mao hesitated for a moment: "Teacher Qu... like homosexuality?"

"Then you, Zhu Yao..."

Qu Qingcheng smiled and waved his hands again and again: "How is it possible, Zhu Yao is my former student."

"I guess so." Sister Mao was even more puzzled: "Then you..."

Qu Qingcheng said frankly: "I like homosexuality."

Sister Mao said: "Nowadays, this is not a big deal, even many parents can accept it calmly."

"Yes." Qu Qingcheng said, "But at least it's not in my house, and it's not for me..."

"Is there any special situation in your family?"

"Some things happened in the past." Qu Qingcheng said: "It's a bit private, so if I don't say it... is it okay?"

"of course."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Actually, my parents have been arranging a blind date for me recently. It's been five or six years since I graduated and became a teacher. This is the third blind date they have arranged for me."

"The first two?"

"They all failed." Qu Qingcheng said.

"Then you still see this third one?" Sister Mao was very surprised: "Can't you just refuse?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled again.

Sister Mao thought Qu Qingcheng was a strange woman, she was smiling with a gentle face, but her eyes were very sad.

After all, Sister Mao has been in the entertainment industry for so many years. Although her eyes are not as good as Director Mei's, she is still very good at reading people.

Qu Qingcheng said: "Recently... something happened in our family again. So this time, we can't shirk it."

Sister Mao, who is in her 30s, of course knows that everyone has everyone's difficulties. Of course it is easy to accuse a person why they don't wear shoes, but maybe you don't know the legs of others hidden under the blanket, maybe even the feet. No.

She could only say, "That's it."

Qu Qingcheng suddenly asked Sister Mao: "When did you know that you like the opposite sex?"

Sister Mao said, "Isn't he born...Junior high school?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I got enlightened relatively late. After the girls in my class all liked someone, I found that I was not interested in boys. It wasn't until I met a senior in high school that I realized..."

"I seem to have feelings for homosexuality."

"But soon, something happened at home..." Qu Qingcheng said, "Actually, I've never had a real relationship with the same sex in all these years."

Added another sentence: "Of course there is no opposite sex."

Sister Mao was surprised: "How old are you this year?"

"29."

"You don't even have your first kiss, do you? My God."

"Hmm..." Qu Qingcheng recalled the light kiss with Zhu Yao, and the fresh smell of the girl's breath filled her nose.

Sister Mao nodded thoughtfully: "You accompany Zhu Yao to experience the script, but you also want to experience it yourself?"

Qu Qingcheng nodded: "Otherwise..."

"When I lie in the grave, I may find that there is nothing in my life."

"What about after the experience?" Sister Mao asked, "Continue to return to your normal life trajectory and fulfill your responsibilities?"

Qu Qingcheng showed a little confusion: "To be honest, I don't know either."

"What if you really like Zhu Yao?" Sister Mao threatened Qu Qingcheng: "Zhu Yao is very cute."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I used to be her teacher, and my identity is here, so I can't."

"Besides, this is just a script, we're just going through the story, aren't we?"

"Then what if Zhu Yao likes you?"

Qu Qingcheng was taken aback for a moment, she obviously hadn't thought about this level: "It's...not possible, right?"

"Actors...can't distinguish between stories and reality more professionally?"

Sister Mao smiled meaningfully: "I hope so."

She stood up: "I have no other questions, Teacher Qu, thank you, whether you agreed to accompany Zhu Yao to experience the script, or you agreed to meet us today, thank you."

Qu Qingcheng said, "I am the one thanking Zhu Yao."

"Then let's go back to the set first, and you have to go back to school too?"

"Correct."

"The thing we met today..."

Qu Qingcheng smiled gently: "I won't tell Zhu Yao." She understood Sister Mao's concerns, Zhu Yao is a very sensitive child, telling her these things, she might think a lot and increase her worries.

Sister Mao and Director Mei finished their bills and left, Qu Qingcheng walked out of the coffee shop, her coat was blown by the wind.

She walked against the wind, shrinking her neck.

It's getting cold, and soon, it's time to put on the scarf.

******

After Qu Qingcheng returned home, he was doing homework and preparing lessons under the desk lamp as usual.

When bowing his head, the gold-rimmed glasses always like to slide down, and Qu Qingcheng would push them from time to time.

Even if it has become a habitual action over the years, it is not troublesome.

Qu Qingcheng was thinking about whether to wear a glasses chain, but he always felt that the style was too high-profile.

And before...

In short it is not possible.

Qu Qingcheng simply took off his glasses and temporarily put them aside.

The work was almost done, so she took out the script that Sister Mao gave her today to read.

"my teacher".

Qu Qingcheng doesn't watch many domestic movies, instead he spends most of his time watching old foreign classics with his parents.Usually after get off work, I occasionally relax by watching dramas at my own home, and it is best not to let my parents know.

He wouldn't scold or nag anything, just that look in his eyes...

It always makes people feel that they have done something that should not be done.

What drama are you chasing?waste time.

So in fact, from all aspects, Qu Qingcheng doesn't know much about the development of the domestic film and television industry.But she reads a lot of novels. Excellent texts, no matter what the genre, probably have similarities. There is a thick stack of scripts, and Qu Qingcheng reads it quickly.

Without letting go of the book, he took a shower and went to bed, still lit the desk lamp, curled up under the quilt and continued to read.

Such a scene probably only happened in the first half of Qu Qingcheng's junior high school and high school.

While my parents are asleep, I curl up under the quilt and turn on my mobile phone flashlight, science fiction, suspense, detective... I watch everything. I often watch it at two or three o'clock in the morning, and I yawn and go to school the next day.

Mathematics class can't help but lie down and sleep, even the dream is full of bearded Detective Poirot (Note 1) and aliens with no fixed form.

Later, after that incident, such a scene never happened again.

Qu Qingcheng hadn't experienced such a hearty reading for a long time, and there was still a tail left in the script. If it wasn't for the fear of affecting the state of class tomorrow, she really wanted to finish it in one sitting.

When sleeping, the brain cells are probably too active before going to bed, so it is not unexpected to have a dream.

It's all the stories in "My Teacher".

The girl snuggled up to the woman's knee, rubbing her cheek lightly.

Also, they don't like the bed, even the bed is too big for them.They like a sofa in a woman's living room. It is narrow and small. When two people are entangled in it, there is no distinction between you and me in space.

The first hug between the two, and the first time, were all there.

The timeline is chaotic, going back a while and dreaming of their first kiss.

In the corner where no one was in the study corridor, the girl thought that the woman was going to leave, so she abandoned her and walked away to the end of the world, rushing to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, like a small animal screaming softly, forcing the woman into the corner.

The woman kissed her directly.

Tongue against tongue, teeth against lips.

The text of "My Teacher" is very solid. When Qu Qingcheng read it before going to bed, he felt that he could almost smell the breath of the two of them, and he could also hear the subtle click of saliva, which was extremely ambiguous.

In the dream, it turned into a pounding heartbeat, giving Qu Qingcheng a feeling of weightlessness.

Later, for some reason, I dreamed of the scene of the woman correcting homework under the lamp. The scene was more vivid. It was the scene when Qu Qingcheng and Zhu Yao first met, and Zhu Yao took her to the set to watch Min Jiawen's performance.

It's just that in the dream, Min Jiawen became Qu Qingcheng himself tonight, bowing his head under the desk lamp, pushing his glasses from time to time.

Until the girl wraps her arms around her neck and blows away the long hair on the back of Qu Qingcheng's neck with her mouth, her hot lips are directly imprinted with the warmth of youth.

The lightly smiling face came around to kiss her again, that face was clearly Zhu Yao's on the day when she first kissed her.

Qu Qingcheng wondered if his heart beat too fast in the dream.

After another burst of palpitations like weightlessness, she struggled to wake up.

Huddled under the quilt, sweating on his forehead, barely opened his eyes to realize that he forgot to turn off the desk lamp before going to bed, and the script fell on the corner of the pillow.

Qu Qingcheng stretched out his hand to turn off the desk lamp silently, and he didn't dare to sleep anymore.

******

When Qu Qingcheng went to work the next day, he was a little dizzy because he didn't get enough sleep.

She planned to go to school to buy a cup of coffee later, and walked hurriedly, never expecting to run into Zhu Yao in the yard.

Seeing that cold, rebellious and somewhat childish face, Qu Qingcheng suddenly remembered the dream from last night.

I don't know if that kind of dream is the "chun* dream" that people often say.

She took a step back unconsciously, thinking that luckily with her long hair hanging down, Zhu Yao couldn't see her red ears.

What are you feeling guilty about?Obviously it's just a script.

She mustered up the courage to say hello: "Morning."

Zhu Yao was obviously taken aback when she saw her: "Morning, why are you only going to work now?"

"late?"

Qu Qingcheng was stunned by her words, and took out her phone to check the time: "No, it's the same time as usual."

Zhu Yao was taken aback for a moment, and took out his mobile phone to take a look: "Oh, it's just this point."

She held a cigarette between her fingers, took a puff, and smiled at Qu Qingcheng: "We started filming early today, and we have filmed several scenes. I thought it was too late."

Although he was laughing, he kept smoking and looked a little irritable.

Qu Qingcheng asked: "Did the filming go well?"

Zhu Yao let out an "uh" and urged her, "Hurry up and go to work, or you'll be really late."

Because Qu Qingcheng slept too late yesterday, he got up a few minutes later than usual today, so he didn't have that much time, so he said to Zhu Yao, "Goodbye."

Zhu Yao nodded, and Qu Qingcheng left.

Before going down to the underground parking lot, I couldn't help but look back again.

The girl's back in the morning light is tall and clear, with a long shadow dragging down.

Looking at it this way, it doesn't look like a child at all.

******

During lunch break, Qu Qingcheng received a call from Sister Mao.

"I'm sorry to disturb you again, Teacher Qu. We... Zhu Yao and I are at the gate of your school. If your time is convenient, can you come out?"

"Let's have lunch together, at that beef noodle shop, Zhu Yao said that you ate together last time."

Qu Qingcheng remembered which one it was: "Okay."

Ten minutes later, she appeared in the beef noodle shop.

Zhu Yao and Sister Mao sat on the side, side by side, with their backs to the door.When Qu Qingcheng walked in, she felt that she could already know Zhu Yao's mood just by looking at Zhu Yao's back, and she was even more depressed than this morning.

It seemed that Zhu Yao's back could speak to her.

Qu Qingcheng gently walked over and sat opposite them.

Sister Mao smiled and said, "It came so fast."

Qu Qingcheng blushed inexplicably: "You guys have to rush back to the set...the time is very tight."

Sister Mao asked her: "What to eat? Signature beef noodles?"

Just as Qu Qingcheng was about to open his mouth, Zhu Yao who had been sitting silently interrupted: "She doesn't eat noodles."

"She is from the south, and she is not used to noodles from the north."

"Let's eat noodles." She asked Qu Qingcheng, "Is that okay?"

Qu Qingcheng: "...OK."

Zhu Yao yelled at the fierce proprietress, "Add a bowl of beef noodles."

Then asked Qu Qingcheng: "Do you want both coriander and green onions?"

Qu Qingcheng said, "No coriander and green onions."

Zhu Yao glanced at Qu Qingcheng, and Qu Qingcheng knew what that glance meant—the last time we ate a bowl of noodles together, because Zhu Yao wanted to eat coriander, Qu Qingcheng didn't say anything, and he didn't pick out the coriander. come out.

At this moment, Zhu Yao glanced at Qu Qingcheng, feeling a little awkward.

The source of that awkwardness is the same as the source that made Qu Qingcheng blush at this time——

Zhu Yao actually remembered every word Qu Qingcheng said casually, and he also paid attention to every favorite of Qu Qingcheng, no matter how small.

Zhu Yao shouted at the proprietress again: "Beef noodles don't need coriander or green onions."

Sister Mao glanced at Zhu Yao, that meaningful look again.

Qu Qingcheng's face, covered by his long hair, turned even redder.

The proprietress scolded Zhu Yao: "If you have any request, you won't finish it all at once!"

Zhu Yao didn't argue, just smiled at Qu Qingcheng, and lowered his head again.

Very decadent.

The bowl of noodles in front of me didn't eat much, it was lumpy, and the noodles overflowed from the bowl.

Sister Mao followed Qu Qingcheng's gaze, looked at the bowl of noodles, and said to Zhu Yao: "I finally gave you a chance to eat carbohydrates, you don't know how to cherish it!"

Zhu Yao didn't speak, Qu Qingcheng tentatively asked: "The filming didn't go well?"

Sister Mao said for Zhu Yao: "It's not going well..."

"The last time Zhu Yao had dinner with you and went back, the scene she acted in was amazing, so good that I took her to pray to Buddha the next day, you know?"

Qu Qingcheng thought about the little kit hidden in the bedside table: "I know."

Sister Mao said: "But after such a scene, everyone can see that Zhu Yao's performance in other scenes is not so good."

"For example, sitting in a classroom and listening to a scene, I always feel... not very right."

"Zhu Yao should be the kind we often say, an experienced actor."

Qu Qingcheng was anxious along with him: "Then what should we do?"

"Actually, let's come today. I have a heartfelt invitation..." Sister Mao said slowly, "It's also Director Mei's request."

"We want Zhu Yao to sit in on a class in your class and check his status."

Qu Qingcheng was taken aback: "Huh? The management of the Second Middle School is very strict..."

Zhu Yao buried his head deeply, even his ears were red.

Qu Qingcheng suddenly remembered that the first time Zhu Yao wore such a ponytail hairstyle was to prove to her that he did not wear headphones in class.

Sister Mao said: "We learned that No. [-] Middle School recently needs to rebuild the theater, and we want to discuss cooperation with the principal, and help the school do a wave of publicity to see if we can get sponsorship, so that Zhu Yao can make an exception to enter the campus."

"Of course, I haven't talked to the principal yet. Let me ask you what you mean first. If you feel embarrassed, don't force it."

Zhu Yao lowered her head and red ears, followed Sister Mao and said again: "Don't force yourself."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "It's not forced."

"Zhu Yao, it's ok."

"You can come to my class and listen to the lectures, just like before."

******

On the way back, because Director Mei had done what she had told her to do, Sister Mao hummed a ditty all the way in a good mood.

However, Zhu Yao propped his chin all the way and drooped his eyes, distraught.

Sister Mao laughed at her: "What's wrong with you? Did you get food poisoning from eating beef noodles at noon?"

"You didn't eat much either."

Zhu Yao still didn't speak, so Sister Mao had no choice but to stop teasing her: "What's the matter? Isn't it a good thing that Teacher Qu promised you to attend the class?"

Zhu Yao nodded: "It's a good thing."

Good things must be good things.

But it made her more nervous than before when facing Qu Qingcheng.

The author says:

Note 1: The characters are from the Agatha Christie novel series.

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