Time makes you fall

◎Sleep together◎

The next morning, Zhu Yao slowly opened his eyes.

She kind of wants to cry.

How long has it been since you woke up in someone's arms?

Most people's memories of hugging come from their mothers.Zhu Yao once again thought of that afternoon in his childhood.

That afternoon often appeared in Zhu Yao's memory.

At that time, Qi Shengjun was already busy, and Zhu Yinglan was the only support in Zhu Yao's small world.On the weekend, Zhu Yinglan and a few aunts got together to play cards, Zhu Yao sat on the chair and wobbled and somehow fell down, with a big bag on his head.

Zhu Yinglan immediately put aside the mahjong to coax her: "Don't cry, don't cry, mom hugs you."

Zhu Yao fell asleep under Zhu Yinglan's patting. It was a long nap. When she woke up, she felt like she didn't know the sun. Zhu Yao heard the sound of mahjong outside the house and thought that Zhu Yinglan was going to play mahjong again. Panic.

It was a desolate feeling of being abandoned by the whole world. Zhu Yao still doesn't know why a child of how old would feel that way.

But before she could cry out, Zhu Yinglan hugged her gently behind her back: "Mom is here."

At that moment, Zhu Yao's heart fell to the ground with a bang.

That "lost and found" hug was the source of Zhu Yao's entire sense of security in her childhood.

This morning many years later, Zhu Yao was lying on the bed, feeling a similar feeling in his heart.

No, maybe even stronger.

When she moved her hands and feet, she could touch the soft body of the people around her.Her Qu Qingcheng seemed to be sleeping beside her.

She drank too much last night, a short part of the fragment somehow got into Qu Qingcheng's car from the bar.Later, when Qu Qingcheng woke up from the car, the memory was already there.

She remembered how she lay on Qu Qingcheng's lap, how she kissed him, and how she stopped.

When a long hug made both of them calm down, she and Qu Qingcheng went home together.

Qu Qingcheng asked: "Take a shower and then sleep more comfortably?"

Zhu Yao nodded.

Qu Qingcheng asked again: "Can you stand firm?"

Zhu Yao smiled: "How about you wash it for me?"

Qu Qingcheng glared at her, stuffed her with a towel and pajamas, and pushed her into the bathroom.

Zhu Yao poured water on himself, thinking of Qu Qingcheng's flustered expression just now, he wanted to laugh.

The more she got in touch with, the more she discovered that the mature and intelligent Qu Qingcheng was sometimes a little silly.

For example, just now, how could Qu Qingcheng believe her drunken words?She was embarrassed to ask Qu Qingcheng to wash her.

She was embarrassed to let Qu Qingcheng see her body, thinking of this, she thought of Qu Qingcheng's body again.

The waist that was slightly exposed in the back seat of the car just now was actually whiter than the white cashmere sweater on her body in the dim light from the windshield.

Zhu Yaoming was almost sober, but at this moment, his face was burning like the smell of alcohol.

On the one hand, it was because she thought that she couldn't wash them properly, and on the other hand, she knew that she had to wash Qu Qingcheng after washing, so she hurriedly dried herself, put on her pajamas and went out.

Almost bumped into the person at the door.

It was Qu Qingcheng, standing there holding the phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Wait for you, didn't you drink too much?" Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I'm afraid you may fall when you come out of the bathtub."

Zhu Yao said, "Come and save me?"

If Qu Qingcheng said something like "No, I'll step on you" like the joke-loving Qin Tian, ​​Zhu Yao would probably be able to continue the conversation with her.

But she responded gently and softly: "Well, here to save you."

Zhu Yao's eyes felt hot, and she almost suspected that the scalding bath water got into her eyes just now.

The person standing in front of her is the person who saved her from fire and water countless times when she lost her youth.

Take her home, treat her injuries, and tie her a ponytail on the sidelines of the sports meeting.

Zhu Yao took a step closer, hugged Qu Qingcheng's shoulders, and buried his face in it.

Qu Qingcheng was startled: "What's the matter, are you really dizzy? Do you want to vomit?"

Zhu Yaoqing rubbed Qu Qingcheng's shoulder and shook his head: "I just want to hug you."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I haven't changed my clothes yet, you just washed them clean and wiped them dirty again."

"Do you mind?" Zhu Yao said, "Anyway, I don't mind."

After waiting for about ten seconds, just when Zhu Yao thought that Qu Qingcheng's obsession with cleanliness really bothered him, Qu Qingcheng softly returned with a hug.

"I don't mind."

"Who told...it was you."

Zhu Yao buried her head on Qu Qingcheng's shoulder and smiled silently, probably so happy that she wanted to bite Qu Qingcheng.

She just took a bite through Qu Qingcheng's sweater, puffed her mouth, and Qu Qingcheng said "Hello".

Zhu Yao laughed again, this time out loud, hehehe.

Qu Qingcheng said: "I found that drunk people like to giggle."

Zhu Yao: "Well, yes."

Qu Qingcheng said again: "Stupid."

Zhu Yao: "Well, yes."

"Let go, I'm going to take a shower too."

"Which quilt is on the sofa? You tell me where it is, and I will do it myself."

At that time, Qu Qingcheng came out of the bedroom with a bath towel and pajamas in his arms, took a look at Zhu Yao, and walked to the bathroom. Before closing the door, he said lightly:

"You sleep in bed too."

******

When Zhu Yao was lying on the bed, he could vaguely hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

It was Koki Kiyosumi who was using the shower.

Zhu Yao stretched out his hand from under the quilt and reached for the ceiling.

From this point of view, she is slightly taller than when she was 17 years old.

She remembered that when she was 17 years old, she hurt her foot in the botanical garden, and Qu Qingcheng picked her up. At that time, she was wearing Qu Qingcheng's pajamas, and the sleeves could still cover half of her wrists.

By this time, the thin wrists were all exposed from the cuffs.

And the biggest difference... Zhu Yao turned around, buried her face in the pillow, and took a deep breath.

The fragrance on Qu Qingcheng's body is extremely subtle. She never uses perfume and hardly uses scented skin care products. She has to get very close to smell a little bit of camellia. I don't know if it is the faint fragrance in the cream, or it is simply her body. fragrant.

Now I smell it on Qu Qingcheng's pillow again.

Zhu Yao set off small fireworks in his heart, and kicked his feet under the quilt twice.

It's not that she didn't know that when she heard about Qu Qingcheng's pillow, she was a bit ws and a bit bt, but she couldn't help but wanted to do it in her heart.

The biggest difference between five years ago and now is that five years ago she was sleeping alone on the sofa, but now she was cleansed white and tender, waiting for Qu Qingcheng on Qu Qingcheng's bed.

Although nothing will happen tonight, well, but.

Zhu Yao stretched his hand from under the quilt to the ceiling again, looking at the part of his wrist exposed from the cuff and smirking.

From the back row of the classroom to the podium, she walked for five years in just [-] steps, but she still made it there, didn't she?

Qu Qingcheng walked in at this moment: "You little child, aren't you afraid of catching cold with your hands outside?"

She walked over to tuck the quilt up for Zhu Yao: "It's almost winter, are you stupid?"

When Qu Qingcheng was about to withdraw his hand, Zhu Yao stretched out his hand from under the quilt to hold her: "Look, I didn't extend my hand out of the quilt."

Zhu Yao liked the way Qu Qingcheng spoke to her now.

Not only gentle, because Qu Qingcheng is very gentle when talking to anyone.

Only for her, there is a kind of coquettish accusation hidden in the gentleness, it is that little change in tone that makes Qu Qingcheng come out of the gentle and mature shell and become alive.

She became the gentle and lovely Qu Qingcheng who belonged to her alone.

Being pulled by her, Qu Qingcheng had no choice but to sit cross-legged beside her with a smile.

"Aren't you cold?" Zhu Yao huddled under the quilt that Qu Qingcheng had just tucked in, only showing one head, looking at Qu Qingcheng.

"It's cold." Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Isn't this being pulled by you? Let's see what you, a kid, want to do."

"Am I still a child?" Zhu Yao asked deliberately.

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Sometimes yes, sometimes not."

Zhu Yao took Qu Qingcheng's hand and shook it under the quilt.

Qu Qingcheng said, "Oh, you're acting coquettish."

Zhu Yao said: "Can't you?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "All right, all right."

Zhu Yao also likes her and Qu Qingcheng's current state.

Qu Qingcheng is dignified and elegant in front of others, while Zhu Yao is indifferent and taciturn in front of others.

Only when the two of them face each other, sometimes Qu Qingcheng is her little girl, and sometimes she is Qu Qingcheng's child.

For many years, the function of acting like a baby lost due to Zhu Yinglan's absence, under the magic of Qu Qingcheng, seeds were sown in Zhu Yao's body in an instant, bloomed in an instant, and borne crumbling fruits in the wind in an instant.

All came back.

Zhu Yao shook Qu Qingcheng's hand again: "You also get into the quilt, don't really catch a cold."

Qu Qingcheng let out a "hmm", and spread out another quilt on the empty side of the bed, ready to slip in.

Zhu Yao pulled her, "It's cold."

Qu Qingcheng glanced at her.

Zhu Yao said again: "The heating hasn't come on yet, so I can't sleep warm no matter how much I sleep."

Qu Qingcheng said, "I'll turn on the air conditioner for you."

Zhu Yao choked.

He wondered why Qu Qingcheng was so confused?Fortunately, she still teaches Chinese.

In the next second, Qu Qingcheng gently slipped into her quilt.

Sighing: "There's nothing I can do about you." It's still the same kind of tone, half helpless and half doting, with a little bit of coquettish blame in the gentleness.

The tone belonged to Zhu Yao alone.

The little fireworks in Zhu Yao's heart went off again.

She once thought deeply about whether she was lucky or unlucky.She grew up with a good family background, which is lucky, but Zhu Yinglan and Qi Shengjun have a difficult relationship, which is bad luck.

It was unlucky to be invisible in adolescence because of his unpleasant personality, but it was luck to meet Qu Qingcheng.

After unilaterally falling out with Qu Qingcheng and leaving Qu Qingcheng, Zhu Yinglan and Qi Shengjun both having accidents, Zhu Yao felt that he was an unlucky person for a long time.

But now.

When she turned her face slightly, she could see Qu Qingcheng's fair face was close at hand, looking at her with a smile, and reaching out to help her fix a little bit of hair.

Qu Qingcheng smiled and said, "Looking at it this way, I feel that you are really still a child, so small."

"Where does it look small?"

"Here." Qu Qingcheng reached out and nodded at Zhu Yao's eyebrows, eyes, nose, and Yin Yin's slightly parted lips: "Here, here, and here."

Every time Qu Qingcheng clicked, Zhu Yao's heart went numb.

Now she understands that she is the luckiest person in the world, the person she once looked up to, and the person she once pinned all her adolescence on, unexpectedly, is lying beside her at this moment.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, she could touch Qu Qingcheng's face, which was as soft and smooth as her lips, like all the sweetest and most beautiful things in the world.

Thinking this way, Zhu Yao stretched out his hand to touch Qu Qingcheng's lips, and said aggressively, "Qu Qingcheng, I can't sleep."

"Sing me a goodnight song."

******

Facing Zhu Yao's request, Qu Qingcheng froze for a moment: "Don't sing."

"Just sing one."

Qu Qingcheng resolutely refused: "I won't sing."

"why?"

"What song did you suddenly sing?" Qu Qingcheng said, "I don't sing very well."

"You have such a nice voice."

"Whether the voice sounds good or not the singing is good, they are two different things." Qu Qingcheng curled up his fingers and flicked Zhu Yao's forehead: "Don't make trouble."

"Okay, then I'll try to sleep for a while." Zhu Yao said, "It's very, very hard."

"Didn't it be easy to fall asleep after drinking too much?"

"I fell asleep in your car just now! And..." Zhu Yao paused: "I'm sober from the wine, who is to blame?"

"Then..." Qu Qingcheng seemed to relax, "Why don't I sing for you, and you sing for me."

Zhu Yao smiled: "You sing first and then talk."

Qu Qingcheng glared at her: "What are you singing..."

"You can sing anything." Zhu Yao said, "As long as it is sung by you."

"Let me think about it..." Qu Qingcheng glanced at Zhu Yao again: "Oh, don't look at me, I'm embarrassed."

Zhu Yao laughed; "That's it."

She stuck her head under the quilt, buried her face in Qu Qingcheng's chest, a thin layer of pajamas made her feel a little strange, because she couldn't do anything after drinking tonight, and suppressed the strange feeling again.

"I don't look at you, you sing."

Qu Qingcheng: "You are not allowed to laugh..."

"Well, I don't laugh."

"you promise……"

"ensure."

Qu Qingcheng hesitated, and took a deep breath, because Zhu Yao buried his face in Qu Qingcheng's chest, and the feeling was particularly obvious.

Thinking that Qu Qingcheng even breathes because of her, the little fireworks in Zhu Yao's heart can't stop.

Qu Qingcheng's singing voice resounded faintly:

"A little cloud floats in the sky,

A little breeze blows on the ground,

The breeze moved my hair,

Teach me how not to miss her. "

Zhu Yao was clamoring for Qu Qingcheng to sing just now, but Qu Qingcheng was twisted for a while, Zhu Yao really thought that Qu Qingcheng could not sing, and she was going to scratch Qu Qingcheng's waist for a while, laughing and laughing for her when Qu Qingcheng was embarrassed rescue.

At this time, he was carried by Qu Qingcheng's singing, his hands calmed down, and his heart also calmed down.

"The moonlight loves the ocean,

The ocean loves the moonlight,

Such a honey-like bright moon,

Teach me how not to miss her. "

Qu Qingcheng's soft singing voice floated in the bedroom until it dissipated.

Zhu Yao was stunned for three seconds before poking his head out of the quilt and asking, "What song is this?"

"God, Zhu Yao." Qu Qingcheng stretched out his hand to straighten Zhu Yao's disheveled hair: "You must never tell anyone that I taught you Chinese."

"This is a song adapted from Liu Bannong's famous poem, "Teach Me How Not to Miss Her"."

Zhu Yao held Qu Qingcheng's fingers: "Why do you say you can't sing well? You're obviously so good."

"What's wrong?" Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I have been told by my teacher since I was a child that speaking is like reciting poems, and singing is like reciting poems."

Zhu Yao also smiled: "This description... is quite accurate."

To be honest, when Qu Qingcheng sang, her intonation and rhythm were really messed up, but there was a sense of story in her voice, as if she was telling a story.

Zhu Yao couldn't help but asked along the last line of the lyrics: "Qu Qingcheng, we have been separated for five years, have you ever thought about me?"

She regretted it when she asked.

What does Qu Qingcheng think of her?She is just one of Qu Qingcheng's countless students.

Qu Qingcheng looked at the intertwined fingers of the two: "I thought about it."

Zhu Yao's heart was pounding: "What do you miss me?"

"I wonder if you have a good meal, or drink coke and eat potato chips, wonder if your college grades are good, and wonder if you have made real friends..."

"Why do you miss me?" Zhu Yao asked, "I'm just...one of your students."

"Because you are my favorite student."

Zhu Yao lay beside Qu Qingcheng, and asked a question that was quite funny to her now: "I like Shang Xiaoran more?"

But that was the most important thing in her 17-year-old youth.

Who is Qu Qingcheng's favorite student.Who can get Qu Qingcheng's "blatant" favor.

For Zhu Yao, who is not gregarious and not likable, it is the source of all her confidence in her gray youth.

If everyone admired Qu Qingcheng, his eyes would always look at the unremarkable her in the corner.

Then everything becomes different.

The biggest suspense of Zhu Yao's adolescence was verified by Qu Qingcheng five years later: "Well, I like you more than all the other students combined."

"Why, Qu Qingcheng?" Zhu Yao squeezed Qu Qingcheng's finger: "Why?"

Qu Qingcheng grabbed Zhu Yao's finger and kissed him: "Because you look like me."

At that time, Zhu Yao still didn't understand the meaning of Qu Qingcheng's words. She was silent and gloomy in adolescence, and she seemed to have nothing to do with the gentle and popular Qu Qingcheng.

Just about to ask why, the topic was changed by Qu Qingcheng: "Hey, it's your turn to sing now?"

Zhu Yao turned his back all of a sudden: "Uh, I'm so sleepy..."

Qu Qingcheng was angry and funny: "How can you be so shameless?"

Zhu Yao stretched her feet back under the quilt, hooking her clear, round and soft toes: "Just play tricks, okay?"

Qu Qingcheng's half helpless and half doting tone came out again: "It's fine."

"I can't take you."

Zhu Yao just likes Qu Qingcheng and has nothing to do with her.

She turned back with a smile, and explained to Qu Qingcheng, "It's not that I don't want to sing for you, it's that I'm really tone deaf. You see, I've been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and I've been on a lot of variety shows, big and small. None who sing."

"I'll scare you away when I sing."

"Is that an exaggeration?" Qu Qingcheng smiled.

Zhu Yao nodded threateningly: "Really, I won't lie to you."

"That's it..." Qu Qingcheng returned Zhu Yao with a hug, and buried his face in Zhu Yao's shoulder.

Zhu Yao's heart beat violently, hitting the wall of his heart and making noises in all directions.

She didn't know if it was because of the touch of the two wearing thin layers of pajamas sticking together, or simply because of Qu Qingcheng's next sentence——

"You can't scare me away."

******

The remaining alcohol in his body surged up, and soon Zhu Yao was really sleepy.

She yawned lightly, and Qu Qingcheng took his face out of her shoulder socket: "Sleepy? Go to sleep."

"I'm going to draw the curtains."

Zhu Yao hugged her: "Don't worry about it."

"Tomorrow morning will be very dazzling."

"Well, I don't want you to go away."

Qu Qingcheng was helpless and funny: "From the bedside to the window, it should not exceed twenty steps at most."

"Well, I just don't want you to go away, okay?"

Qu Qingcheng leaned on Zhu Yao's arms: "It's fine."

Zhu Yao fell into Qu Qingcheng's tenderness and fell asleep in a daze.

She felt like a child who was short of sugar, because she couldn't get it when she was a child, and when she met Qu Qingcheng, she always wanted to find it.

Want her favor, want her pampering, want her unreasonable preference.

When it's time to arrive, it's like a contented child going to sleep with sugar in his mouth.

It's just that before losing consciousness, Zhu Yao couldn't help but think, how long can the days of "begging for sugar" from Qu Qingcheng last?

******

When waking up in the morning, Qu Qingcheng's hand was placed in front of Zhu Yao's eyes.

Zhu Yao thought about it, and earlier, she seemed to wake up once in a daze.

Indeed, as Qu Qingcheng said, because of the facing direction of the room, the curtains were not drawn, and the morning sun shone in, and it was very dazzling, which made Zhu Yao wake up from his sleep and mutter something.

I can't remember what I dreamed or muttered, but it probably has something to do with Qu Qingcheng, because the aftertaste of the dream is very sweet.

I drank too much last night and didn't get enough sleep. I turned twice and wanted to continue sleeping, but no matter how I turned, I couldn't avoid the sunlight from the window.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out, putting it in front of Zhu Yao's eyes gently.

It was Qu Qingcheng who was half asleep and half awake.

With normal instinct, she blocked Zhu Yao from the sunlight in front of her eyes.

At that time, Zhu Yao was also half asleep and half awake. As soon as the dazzling sunlight disappeared, he immediately fell asleep again.

When she woke up at this moment, the alarm clock on her mobile phone hadn't sounded yet, Qu Qingcheng hugged her back loosely, and kept her hands in front of her eyes.

Zhu Yao's heart is very sweet, very sweet, very sweet, with a little sour in the sweetness.

Just like very sweet milk tea, at the end of the drink, there will always be a little sourness in the sweetness, which will linger on the tip of the tongue.

She was thinking about how wasted those blank days before meeting Qu Qingcheng.

She was thinking about how to spend those days when she returned to blankness after filming this movie.

Blinking his eyes, he saw the morning sunlight leaking in through Qu Qingcheng's fingers.

Qu Qingcheng woke up: "It's so itchy."

Zhu Yao smiled: "Are my eyelashes so long?" As she blinked, they swept across Qu Qingcheng's palm.

"what time is it?"

"The alarm clock hasn't rung yet." Zhu Yao touched the phone and glanced at it: "[-]:[-], you can go to sleep."

"What about you?"

"I'll get up early, otherwise my face will be swollen in the mirror."

"Is it true that she gained ten catties on camera?" Qu Qingcheng muttered.

"Qu Qingcheng." Zhu Yao sat up and smiled, pinching Qu Qingcheng's slightly swollen face that was huddled under the quilt: "Are you really not watching my drama? You haven't watched it yet!"

Qu Qingcheng was half asleep and half awake: "Is the dog bloody?"

"It's bloody." Zhu Yao smiled: "But are you watching a drama or watching me?"

Qu Qingcheng shrunk his head and said nothing, Zhu Yao lifted the quilt to look, and found that Qu Qingcheng's eyes were closed again.

"Hey you."

"Hurry up and get up." Qu Qingcheng shrunk a little further: "Don't disturb me, I don't have class today again on Sunday."

Zhu Yao looked funny.

These childish and lovely details of Qu Qingcheng are like the faint scent of camellia on her body, you have to get very close to see and smell them.

All of this is a secret garden that is only open to Zhu Yao alone. The wind, cloud and warm sun make Zhu Yao linger in it and refuse to leave.

She still wanted to pinch Qu Qingcheng's face, but Sister Mao's chasing WeChat had already come: "Are you awake? You drank alcohol last night, so you got up early to reduce the swelling on your face!!!"

Exaggeratedly typed three exclamation points, the last human nature is to choose to send WeChat instead of calling.

Zhu Yaohui: "It's already up."

Qu Qingcheng is such a gentle and careful person, he already found a spare charger last night, put Zhu Yao's phone by the bed and charged it up.

Zhu Yao carries a fully charged mobile phone, like a luggage full of love, kisses and sweetness.

She helped Qu Qingcheng, who had fallen asleep again, tuck up the quilt, got out of bed and left.

The author says:

Come on some sugar~Happy weekend, little angels~

感谢在2021-10-2217:04:05~2021-10-2314:02:52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 cast the rocket launcher: 1 Huosen;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Mu Chenyan, Xiao Zi, and Zhao Hai;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 26 bottles of Azhi; 10 bottles of tea; 2 bottles of Ana; no one can drive me, 1 bottle of Shigu zy;

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