Time makes you fall

◎Sweet◎

Qu Qingcheng was awakened by the increasingly dazzling sunlight from the window.

She was sleeping under the quilt, and it was a bit airtight, so she got out in a daze, and was shaken awake after a while.

The quilt next to her was empty, and it was draped on the bed in vain.

Qu Qingcheng stretched out his hand to touch it, and the temperature was gone, but after sniffing hard, he could still smell a faint fragrance.

The perfume Zhu Yao uses is very light, with the mixed aroma of magnolia and basil, which outlines a feeling of a roof garden after the rain, and it is fresh when combined with the glare of the sun in the morning.

Qu Qingcheng sat up, put on a sweater, washed up briefly and walked to the living room.

There was no trace left by Zhu Yao.

Until Qu Qingcheng swayed to the log-colored small bar and smiled.

A small round plate, originally used by Qu Qingcheng to hold fruit, now holds a cucumber and ham sandwich, and the color is surprisingly harmonious.

Under the plate was a small piece of paper, torn from the pad on Qu Qingcheng's desk, with the words "Beicheng No. [-] Middle School" printed on the corner.

Zhu Yao's handwriting... Qu Qingcheng laughed when he saw it.

After so many years, it hasn't improved at all. Fortunately, she always used a pen in high school, with a posture of "I want to write well".

Zhu Yao wrote: "Remember to reheat the sandwich before eating, and the coffee is in the pot."

There is also an ugly smiling face drawn on the back, which should be a puppy.

Qu Qingcheng pinched the piece of paper, picked up the sandwich and took a bite.

She doesn't know how to cook, and there are only cucumbers, ham, and toast at home, which can be eaten without much processing. Zhu Yao dug them out of the refrigerator and combined them together to create unexpected delicacies.

It seems that Zhu Yao really knows how to cook.

It's just that in the second year of high school, when I came to Qu Qingcheng's house, the pot of porridge was overcooked, which was also very strange.

Qu Qingcheng bit the sandwich and swayed to the balcony.

Debris fell on the floor and soon attracted pigeons from nearby neighbors.Qu Qingcheng didn't look at the pigeons, but looked at the house on the opposite side.

On the surface, it looks very quiet, and there is no sign that a crew is filming in it.

After Qu Qingcheng ate the sandwich, he went back to his room and changed his clothes.

He opened the door, went downstairs, and walked to the opposite lower door, hesitating again.

Originally, I thought that as the person appointed by Director Mei to accompany Zhu Yao to experience the script, it would not be uncommon for me to appear on the crew to take a look at it like before.

But it really came, and I was afraid of disturbing Zhu Yao.

"Teacher Qu?"

When Qu Qingcheng was about to turn around and leave, a voice stopped her.

Qu Qingcheng turned around: "Sister Mao."

"Why don't you go in?" Sister Mao raised the coffee in her hand: "I'm going to buy black coffee for Zhu Yao, her face is swollen, tsk tsk tsk."

Qu Qingcheng felt that it was her responsibility to take the blame: "I'm sorry..."

It seems that she caused Zhu Yao to drink so much last night.

Sister Mao laughed: "That's not what she meant, she just has that physique, and she will still get swollen every now and then." Then she called Qu Qingcheng: "Let's go in together."

Qu Qingcheng went in together.

Under the camera is filming, Zhu Yao and Min Jiawen's rivalry scene.

In a very intense scene, Zhu Yao was beaten by a customer in the bar, the news reached Min Jiawen, Min Jiawen hurried over, pulled Zhu Yao and called her to resign, Zhu Yao flung him away, she chased all the way, Zhu Yao hid all the way until finally, she forced him into the cramped wine storage room.

It was cold, and Zhu Yao was still wearing that plaid racer skirt. In order to sell two more bottles of wine, the fingernails pinching Min Jiawen's chin were turning purple.

"Why do you care about me?" She asked in a low voice, like a down and out dog frozen in the rain for a long time.

Min Jiawen grumbled in his throat, but finally he didn't say anything, just closed his eyes.

Her obedient appearance, on the contrary, aroused something more irritable in Zhu Yao's heart: "What kind of pretense are you pretending to be in front of me?"

"You've had enough pretending in front of your love, and you're pretending in front of me again?"

"It's not Qing'er." Min Jiawen said with his eyes closed.

Zhu Yao sneered: "Qing'er, the blind date, call it whatever you want."

Qu Qingcheng stood outside the camera with his windbreaker folded, his eyes drooping.

There was a crackling sound.

The movie sets are very realistic.The red plastic box containing the beer was covered with oil from the back kitchen, black and sticky, Min Jiawen was pushed against by Zhu Yao, and the sleeves of the white turtleneck sweater rubbed against the corner of the box, making it dirty in embarrassment.

Zhu Yao kissed it hard, knocked over a plastic box, the metal beer can fell to the ground, and rolled all over the floor.

Other than that, the scene was surprisingly quiet.

They are all experienced staff, who know that when the play is at its most critical, the sound of panting will affect the state of the actors.

Qu Qingcheng also held his breath, his fingers in the pocket of the windbreaker curled up tightly, and suddenly touched something.

A small note.

Zhu Yao reminded her of the hot sandwich this morning, but she put it in the pocket of the sweater and then moved it to the pocket of the windbreaker, keeping it specially.

At this time, with a swipe of his fingertip, there was a sharp sound, Qu Qingcheng was startled, for fear of affecting the live broadcast.

But she looked left and right.

No one looked at her, everyone looked at Zhu Yao and Min Jiawen under the camera.

Huh——Qu Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that the sharp voice just now only rang in her heart.

She looked at Zhu Yao under the camera again, let go of Min Jiawen for a moment, but when Min Jiawen raised his eyes, she seemed unwilling to let Min Jiawen speak at all, and kissed him again.

Qu Qingcheng stared at Zhu Yao's face.

Obviously not swollen at all, so small and tight, as if there is no other suitable description except for the word "youth", it is shining brightly under the lens.

Qu Qingcheng suddenly remembered the fine line under his eyes.

Nearly [-] years old, the first fine lines in my life, no matter how much eye cream I put on, I can't get rid of them.

Under the camera, Zhu Yao let go of Min Jiawen, and Min Jiawen suddenly burst into tears: "I'm getting old."

"I'm old, you know?"

She began to beat Zhu Yao's chest, and there was a muffled boom, boom, in the narrow wine storage room.

Qu Qingcheng had already read the script by heart, and soon realized that it was Min Jiawen's improvisation.

In the original script, it only said to let Min Jiawen cry quietly.But Qu Qingcheng came to the scene in person, watched it in one go, and felt that the outbreak was just right.

Min Jiawen cried and cried, and then he calmed down, and slowly slid down the shelf. The uneven part of the beer box caught a thread protruding from Min Jiawen's sweater, and as Min Jiawen slid down, it became longer and longer.

There was a thread in the sweater, embarrassing and pathetic.

Director Mei shouted outside the camera: "Crack." He took a deep breath.

Everyone followed Director Mei and took a deep breath, as if they had reached the limit of holding their breath.

******

Zhu Yao walked out of the camera, with thin sweat on her forehead, she found Sister Mao: "Is it okay?"

Sister Mao said: "The acting is very good, but the face is very bad. Hurry up and drink black coffee."

"You said why didn't you catch up when you looked good when you broke out in this state."

Zhu Yao smiled and took a big sip of black coffee. The scene just now was too explosive, and she was sweating from the heater blown by the light. Now she drank black coffee like water, and frowned bitterly.

Suddenly Sister Mao touched her arm.

Zhu Yao followed Sister Mao's line of sight, only to see Qu Qingcheng walking out among the staff.

Zhu Yao stuffed the coffee into Sister Mao's hand, and walked over quickly: "When did you come?"

Qu Qingcheng raised his head and smiled, "I just watched your scene just now."

"Why are you leaving?" Zhu Yao asked, "Aren't you missing class today? Stay a little longer."

"No, I..." Qu Qingcheng found an excuse: "I need to prepare lessons."

"Oh, that's it." Zhu Yao nodded slowly.

When Qu Qingcheng was about to turn around, she suddenly leaned over again, lowered her voice and whispered in Qu Qingcheng's ear, "Liar."

Qu Qingcheng hid to the side: "There are so many people..."

At this time, two staff members moving the lampstands passed by them: "The play is very good now, I wish you, teacher!"

Zhu Yao smiled: "I told you not to call me teacher."

"You deserve it, you deserve it." The two of them laughed: "When you win the actress and give a speech on stage, don't forget to thank us."

Zhu Yao smiled again: "I dare not think so."

The two moved the light stand and left. Zhu Yao glanced at Qu Qingcheng beside him, kept her head down, and told her, "Stay here and wait for me, don't run away."

She walked up to Sister Mao, asked to check today's schedule, returned it to Sister Mao, and then walked back to Qu Qingcheng: "Let's go out with me to smoke a cigarette."

"Are you free? Don't you want to continue filming?"

Zhu Yao replied: "I just remembered that I didn't play before lunch, so I just went to check."

She hooked Qu Qingcheng's little finger: "Let's go."

Qu Qingcheng dodged and followed Zhu Yao out silently.

******

"It's so sunny."

Qu Qingcheng followed Zhu Yao to the flower bed. The autumn was breezy and the sun was shining straight on. A few taller shrubs couldn't stop it.

Zhu Yao narrowed her eyes and lit a cigarette, saying this.

Qu Qingcheng let out a "huh".

Zhu Yao thought for a while, put together a small roof with his hands and palms, and blocked Qu Qingcheng's eyes: "Should I still be in the sun?"

Qu Qingcheng raised his eyes, and his eyes were sunk in the shadow cast by Zhu Yao in front of her eyes. When he looked at Zhu Yao's face, he also had a vague feeling.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhu Yao asked.

"It's nothing."

"Liar." Zhu Yao said it again, and flicked Qu Qingcheng's forehead with his unclamped hand, before blocking Qu Qingcheng's eyes again.

"I just... just watched you perform well."

"Is it good?"

"Is it because of the relationship I have experienced with you?"

"Ok?"

Qu Qingcheng gently patted Zhu Yao's hand off: "When you kissed Min Jiawen just now, you were thinking about her blind date, right?"

"Then when you kissed me, did you also think about Mr. Zhao?"

Zhu Yao lowered his head and silently took a puff of cigarette.

"Although you were very gentle when you were with me, you, you... felt it because of your feelings, that's why you acted so well just now."

Zhu Yao took another puff of cigarette: "So you think I'm using you?"

"Are you?" Qu Qingcheng looked at Zhu Yao: "Otherwise...why didn't you stop me from meeting Mr. Zhao?"

"You really want to know?" Zhu Yao smoked, and the fine white ash fell on the upper of the exaggerated black patent leather high-heeled shoes.

Qu Qingcheng nodded.

"Okay, then you come with me tonight."

******

Qu Qingcheng stayed at home in the afternoon, prepared lessons, approved homework, had nothing to do, turned out the drawing board again, tucked it under his arm, and went to the small open-air balcony to set it up.

After the erection was completed, I just stared blankly at the stacked building on the opposite side. Because no one lived in it for a long time, the wall surface was stained with moss and weathered, turning into a vicissitudes of gray-green.

Qu Qingcheng took a pencil and made some gestures towards the house, but he still didn't write for a long time.

She realized that she didn't want to paint in the first place.

He simply put away the paintbrush and stared at the opposite house wholeheartedly.

She asked Sister Mao before why the crew wanted to rent the Diepin villa opposite as the filming location. Sister Mao said that Mei Weilin is a director with a special feeling, and the layout of Mr. Xu Ran's house must be absolutely real and have a life experience. Mark of.

Asked the assistant director to draw the set imagined in his mind, and asked around. Finally, Zhu Yao said that there was a classmate in her high school whose family felt very similar to this. After high school, the family went abroad. The house has been vacant. Can it be rented as a studio?

It turned out that the parents were fans of Director Mei, and they were very excited when they heard the news, so they didn't raise the price, and the lease was quickly finalized.

Qu Qingcheng looked at the house and thought: If Director Mei hadn't rented it, if she hadn't met Zhu Yao by chance, would she honestly accept Mr. Zhao arranged by her parents?

To be honest, she didn't know either.

After wearing glasses for a long time, the bridge of the nose is very tired. When alone, Qu Qingcheng likes to take off the glasses and pinch the bridge of the nose to rest for a while.

"Hey you."

At this time, someone downstairs called her softly.

Qu Qingcheng put on his glasses again, and walked to the small balcony.

Zhu Yao stood by the unsprayed fountain in the yard, with a cigarette between his fingers, and smiled at her with his face up.

"Are you leaving?" Qu Qingcheng asked, "The place you want to take me to."

Zhu Yao shook his head: "No, I haven't finished filming yet, I'll come out to smoke a cigarette and think about the scene."

"What are you doing?" she asked Qu Qingcheng.

"Nothing."

"What about painting? What are you painting, lift it up and let me have a look."

"I didn't draw anything." Qu Qingcheng became a little annoyed: "It's getting cold, I'm going back to my room."

She went downstairs with the drawing board between her hands, her mind full of the intimacy in the back seat of the car last night.

Was Zhu Yao sober at that time?still none?

The reason why she didn't stop herself from seeing Mr. Zhao was to experience the script?

Then when she kissed herself deeply, was there any difference between the feeling when she kissed Min Jiawen?

The more Qu Qingcheng thought about it, the more chaotic he became. He almost sprained his feet when he stepped on the first step of the stairs, and broke out in a cold sweat after standing still.

It's just that at the age of 29, she has never been in love, and she didn't know that feeling like jealousy at that time.

I got into the bedroom without opening the curtains or turning on the lights, just stuffy.

After a while, there was a small crackling sound.

Qu Qingcheng didn't care about it at first, but the sound kept ringing, and she had to listen carefully for a while, wondering if some house-raised bird accidentally flew out and pecked at the window of her bedroom.

Qu Qingcheng opened the window to check, and found that there were no traces of birds staying.

But a low voice came from downstairs: "Hello, you."

"The window is finally open."

Qu Qingcheng looked down, and Zhu Yao was standing downstairs in her bedroom, smiling and looking at her, throwing a small stone in his hand.

Qu Qingcheng asked, "Why did you smash my glass?"

"I didn't bring my mobile phone out, so I had to call you like that." Zhu Yao smiled: "Don't worry, I'm keeping my hands down, and I won't smash the glass."

"How do you know I'm in the bedroom?"

"Guess."

"Where did the pebble come from?"

"I picked it up from the flower bed."

"Well... then what did you ask me to do?"

"It seems that there is nothing to do." Zhu Yao scratched his head: "Just look at you, okay?"

It was near dusk at this time.

In the weather of late autumn and near winter, no matter how bright the sun is during the day, as soon as the sun goes down, the sky suddenly turns cold.

Once the sky darkened, it began to faintly reveal the feeling of winter's bleak and chilling.

Zhu Yao's upturned smiling face became the only bright color in the world.She obviously has a bright and cold appearance, and she should be the kind of cold beauty who is not easy to provoke, but in front of Qu Qingcheng, she often makes such stupid movements as scratching her head.

Just a little silly and cute.

Qu Qingcheng's heart that was frozen by the scene in the morning melted silently.The sweet liquid flows down, like honey with finely crushed petals.

Zhu Yao raised his face, his voice was not loud, and he melted into the dusk sky: "I just want to see you, okay?"

Qu Qingcheng: "OK..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a strange magic happened between the heaven and the earth——

The only dim street light in the yard suddenly brightened at this moment.

Both Qu Qingcheng and Zhu Yao were stunned for a moment.

Zhu Yao was filming on the set every day, while Qu Qingcheng was in school most of the time, neither of them knew what time the street lights were set to turn on.

The street lamps are very dim, unable to see through the thick night, but in the thin layer of twilight, it shows some brilliance.

Qu Qingcheng looked downstairs, Zhu Yao's upturned smiling face was lit up, and the bright light fell into her clear eyes, like shining stars.

Qu Qingcheng's pretendingly hard heart melted and collapsed piece by piece, unable to freeze again.

She said to Zhu Yao: "Just wait."

Turn around and go inside.

After a while, the figure reappeared in the window: "The connection is stable."

"what?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled and threw down the things in his hand.

Yuanyuan rolled a small thing, drawing an arc in the twilight like a shooting star.

Zhu Yao reached out to pick it up: "You won't throw me a pebble too..."

When the thing fell into the palm of his hand, he looked down and found that it was a liqueur chocolate.

He smiled and asked Qu Qingcheng: "Give it to me? Where did it come from?"

Qu Qingcheng snorted softly: "The person who handed out the leaflets by the side of the road gave it to you, okay?"

"The person who handed out the leaflets bought such expensive chocolates?" Zhu Yao unscrewed the chocolate wrapping paper. It was a very retro wrapping paper, like glass or crystal, seemingly transparent, and the wrinkled surface reflected light, and it was colorful like a rainbow. of light.

Zhu Yao stuffed the chocolate into his mouth and pressed it under his tongue, the black and delicate shell melted, and the sweet heart of wine wrapped around the root of the tongue and dripped out.

"Who told you that I'm prone to hypoglycemia on set?" Zhu Yao asked, "Sister Mao?"

Qu Qingcheng let out a "huh".

"How much did you buy?"

"It's enough for you anyway."

"Qu Qingcheng, Qu Qingcheng." With the chocolate in her mouth, Zhu Yao felt the sweetness of Jiuxin flow into her heart along her tongue. She called Qu Qingcheng's name at such a moment, and Qu Qingcheng's name was also tinged with sweetness.

"Well, what are you doing?" Qu Qingcheng's voice was tinged with a smile for the first time since today.

"Do you know where I'm taking you tonight?"

"do not know."

"Then if you don't ask, aren't you afraid that I will drag you off to sell you?"

"You dare." Qu Qingcheng smiled: "I'm your teacher, you don't respect the teacher."

"Say it out for fear of scaring you."

"Okay." Qu Qingcheng smiled and followed Zhu Yao's meaning: "Then let me ask, where are you going?"

The wind blows through the twilight, bringing with it the orange light of the street lamps, making Zhu Yao's aroma of wine dripping from the corner of his mouth tinged with gold.

She looked at Qu Qingcheng and said softly, "See my mother, do you dare?"

******

Zhu Yao was a little nervous when she was sitting in the shopping mall waiting for Qu Qingcheng.

She was wearing a hat and a mask, and she was fully armed, because before she set off, Sister Mao warned her: "In case your mother makes a scene in the mall, who doesn't have a mobile phone that can shoot videos now, if someone recognizes you..."

Zhu Yao said: "Then you still let me go."

He also asked the assistant director to advance Zhu Yao's scenes today, just so that she could accompany Zhu Yinglan to buy clothes the day before Qi Shengjun's wedding anniversary banquet.

Sister Mao sighed: "Who made her your mother?"

Zhu Yao felt that this woman, Sister Mao, was also very interesting. She looked so powerful, but her heart was as soft as anything.

Zhu Yao whispered to her, "I asked Teacher Qu to go with me."

Sister Mao stared at her cat-like round eyes: "Are you crazy?"

"Well, probably so."

She didn't expect that she would ask Qu Qingcheng to accompany Zhu Yinglan to buy clothes, could it be that Liang Jingru gave her the courage.

Of course not, it was probably because of Qu Qingcheng's mood swings that she noticed that gave her courage.

Qu Qingcheng worried that Zhu Yao was using her.

Qu Qingcheng was angry because of this.

Then, in Qu Qingcheng's heart, more or less, he really cared about her, although she still doesn't know why Qu Qingcheng didn't take the initiative to refuse the blind date.

Right now, she was sitting in the VIP lounge of the shopping mall waiting for Qu Qingcheng, with her left leg on her right leg and her right leg on her left leg, switching back and forth, unable to sit steadily.

Zhu Yinglan chose Zhang and Zhu Yao's back-to-back sofa, as if she didn't want to see the traces of Qi Shengjun's youthfulness from Zhu Yao's eyebrows.

Zhu Yinglan said impatiently: "Who are you waiting for to give me a reference on clothes? Why don't you just give me a reference? Aren't you a star now?"

Zhu Yao only said: "Multiple personal references are always good."

Zhu Yinglan didn't stop talking.

From the fact that the hotel booked was too expensive, to the meals that Zhu Yao ordered for her every day was a waste of money, and she also scolded Qi Shengjun that the hotel booked for her wedding anniversary was too extravagant.

Zhu Yao didn't realize that Zhu Yinglan cared more about money until now.

In the past, what Zhu Yinglan cared about was the company, and she talked about the sales performance every day, and she was very happy to beat Qi Shengjun's company.

Now that their company is gone, Qi Shengjun is relying on his new wife's relationship to start a small business, while Zhu Yinglan has lost all energy, so she relies entirely on Zhu Yao for support.

She couldn't hold anything in her hands, so she could only talk about money.

In fact, Zhu Yinglan just came out half a year ago, and the two of them suffered a little bit.At that time, Zhu Yao had just started filming, and there were not so many announcements, and he didn't have so much money after renting a big house.

In fact, it was fine later.

Zhu Yao is considered a small traffic, and there are no classic characters that are not particularly good, but it is not too bad, and the money he earns is at least more than enough for Zhu Yinglan.

But Zhu Yinglan talks about money, money, money, money every day.

Originally, Zhu Yao woke up this morning without feeling hungover at all. Firstly, she drank good wine last night, and secondly, she is really good at drinking.

But now Zhu Yinglan was nagging her, and her head started to ache again.

She put her hands on her knees and rubbed her temples, feeling an urge to escape.

She must be really crazy to think of bringing Qu Qingcheng to her mother, just to prove that she didn't confess her love to take advantage of Qu Qingcheng?

She herself wanted to run away from Zhu Yinglan, let alone Qu Qingcheng who grew up in a refined family and had never seen such a battle?

The more Zhu Yao thought about it, the more panicked she became, and she stood up involuntarily.

At this time, a soft voice came: "Where are you going?"

The author says:

It's obviously sweet, why are you panicking? (laughs around

Teacher Qu sang a song today: "Love really needs courage, to face the six-eyed flying fish~" Thanks to the little angel [Forget] who gave me the deep-water torpedo yesterday, and the one who warmed me up & inspired me on the jukebox every day [Huo Sen], [Mu Chenyan], [Children], [Zhao Hai], [Qian Yi Feng] and other little angels!And all the little angels who threw mines, poured nutrient solution, and read articles!Deliberate manual typing is warmed by you! The TAT six-eyed flying fish is no longer afraid! ~

感谢在2021-10-2314:02:52~2021-10-2412:01:50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 deep water torpedo: forgot 1;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Huosen;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Zhaohai;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Mu Chenyan 2; children 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：苏木15瓶；十顾zy6瓶；阿娜、青华2瓶；35310176、未绾°1瓶；

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