Time makes you fall

◎Classroom◎

Zhu Yinglan's slap made her a little stunned.

The flow in the air quieted down, and the invisible wind condensed into pieces of ice, which fell on the marble tabletop, crackling.

Zhu Yao was a little suffocated by this burst of real voices.

Ears buzzing, cheeks burning.

Zhu Yinglan wanted to say something: "I told you many times not to show such an expression, it's annoying, and you will suffer a lot in society..."

From the standpoint of being a mother, I thought about it.

Zhu Yao had no expression or words, and walked to his room with milk tea.

Zhu Yinglan was still reading behind her: "I told you to smile often, you see that you are really lifeless every day, how can you look like a child..."

But watching Zhu Yao walk away with the milk tea, he didn't stop him.

Zhu Yao returned to her room and closed the door.

After thinking about it, he locked the door again from the inside.

Most of the time before, she felt that the door lock was a bit redundant. Anyway, she was the only one in the house, and she sometimes added a nanny at most.

The nanny will knock on the door first when entering a room: "Xiao Zhu, I'm coming in."

Until Zhu Yao responded with "Yes".

"Yaoyao" has become a very distant appellation, sinking in the long river of time, turning into a fallen leaf that is almost rotten, without seeing the sun.

Zhu Yao sat at the desk and put down the plastic bag that was in his hand with the milk tea.

Take out the notebook inside, on the cover, there are two cute kittens, one yellow and one white, like a notebook that popular girls like Shang Xiaoran would buy.

Today is the first day of school, no class or homework, thank you.

Zhu Yao opened the book, took out the pen case from the schoolbag, and found out the pen.

Not many people use fountain pens, but like the arty pot of narcissus in the study, my mother insisted that she use a fountain pen: "You can't write good words with a gel pen, and a fountain pen is a serious pen."

In fact, using a pen is also a waste, Zhu Yao can't write any good characters, and looks like a primary school student in his own eyes.

She inexplicably remembered the three words on the blackboard today - "Qu Qingcheng".

Strong and powerful, like a man's character.

He is obviously such a delicate and delicate person, with a smallness that only belongs to the south.

Zhu Yao looked down at the open book again, and there was an embarrassing blank space under the first line of "September 2016, 9".

I really don't know what to write in the diary.

The boys in the class were right. They wrote it when they were in elementary school, such as "I visited a museum today" or "Helping the old lady across the road". Good people and good things are basically made up.

Zhu Yao picked up a pen, thinking of the three words "Qu Qingcheng" on the blackboard, which was quickly wiped off by the blackboard eraser of the on-duty student, and turned into a song plus three dots of water, half a song, and finally disappeared.

She imitated Qu Qingcheng's pen and wrote three words on the first page of the diary: Qu, Qing, Cheng.

The fountain pen that had just been cleaned did not flow smoothly, and when I wrote the last stroke of the character "Cheng", it condensed into a small ink dot, making my handwriting even uglier.

Zhu Yao closed the notebook.

There was still a bottom of the cup of milk tea in hand, which turned into a sweet comfort in the night without dinner. Zhu Yao sat on the soft chair in front of the desk with her legs crossed, and poked left and right with a straw in her hand.

Every soaked taro ball at the bottom of the cup became a target, sucked into the mouth and chewed unconsciously.

Qu Qingcheng's laughing words with a southern accent echoed in his ears: "You little child."

******

Classes officially begin on September 9.

The new textbooks still exude the fragrance of ink, and it has become a venue for girls to fight over whose book cover is better.The English class taught the sentence pattern of "so+be/have", and the mathematics class talked about space vectors and operations.

As the end of get out of class was approaching, Lao Fang said earnestly on the podium: "The second year of high school is very critical. After the second year of high school, it is the third year of high school, which determines your entire life."

Zhu Yao lowered his head, plugged his earphones with nothing on, and hid his hands in the desk drawer to flip through the comics on his phone.

There are also comic books hidden further in the drawer, in case the phone is confiscated.

In the third Chinese class, Zhu Yao rarely raised his head, watching Qu Qingcheng walk up to the podium with a gentle smile on his face.

She is wearing a white dress today, with a light brown belt around her waist, and the skirt sweeps over her fair calf, making her look more like a narcissus.

His eyes were shining brightly hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses: "Today we're going to talk about "The Temple of Fengxue Mountain, Lin Jiaotou"."

if not?This is the first lesson text, what else can I talk about.

Zhu Yao lowered his head again.

Today's cartoon is very good-looking. It tells a girl who explores a huge endless cave.

Just seeing the critical moment - "Zhu Yao?"

Maybe it was the warm and soft southern accent that brought her back to her senses, accompanied by the laughter of the whole class.

Zhu Yao looked up and found that Qu Qingcheng was standing on the podium, looking at her with a gentle smile through the gold-rimmed glasses.

Did you just call your own name to ask yourself to answer the question?

Zhu Yao stood up.

Yi Siyuan patted the table: "Teacher Qu, you don't need to be called Zhu Yao, her soul is never in the classroom, and other teachers don't ask her to answer questions."

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Really?"

Yi Siyuan: "Really, she doesn't even know how many lines you are talking about."

For some reason, Zhu Yao blurted out: "I know."

Yi Siyuan seemed surprised that Zhu Yao, who had always been taciturn, actually challenged him: "Then what do you say? What line did Teacher Qu talk about?"

Zhu Yao: ...

I really don't know.

Qu Qingcheng stood on the podium and said with a smile: "Yi Siyuan, I didn't ask you, you are really 'falling from the sky'."

Yi Siyuan flicked his curly hair without a trace: "Mr. Qu, are you saying that I am a male god?"

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Zhu Yao lowered his head and quickly searched in the textbook - "It just fell from the sky"...

She whispered amidst a burst of laughter: "The tenth line."

Yi Siyuan hummed.

Qu Qingcheng smiled and said, "Sit down."

She turned around and wrote the knowledge points on the blackboard. No one remembered what question she asked Zhu Yao just now because of Yi Siyuan's fuss.

I wish you to bury your head down.

I really want to, I really want to hide in the cave in the comics.

It retracts its hands and feet like a small animal, no matter how clumsy its posture is, it is comfortable in a corner where there is no one.

Qu Qingcheng...why did she help her?

******

When the get out of class bell rang, Zhu Yao looked up and saw Shang Xiaoran rushing up to the podium like an arrow from the string, wondering what he was talking to Qu Qingcheng.

Are you asking a question?But Shang Xiaoran clearly didn't even bring any textbooks.

The smile on Qu Qingcheng's face deepened.

Zhu Yao couldn't see Shang Xiaoran's face clearly, but could only see Shang Xiaoran's back, with the most popular satin hair tie, and the ponytail was as shiny as the hair tie. I don't know if he did the same thing as Zhu Yinglan Caviar care.

If there is such a good-looking and cheerful daughter as Shang Xiaoran, Zhu Yinglan should be satisfied.

Thinking of Zhu Yinglan, Zhu Yao felt that the face that had just been slapped last night became hot instantly.

She stood up and walked out of the classroom in a hurry, bumping into the girl's desk in the fifth row.

The girl was chatting with her friend about chasing stars, and said "tsk" impatiently: "It's so annoying! You don't have eyes!"

The volume is not too loud, just enough for Zhu Yao to hear.

Because Zhu Yao hit him.Because Zhu Yao is so gloomy and unpleasant.

Zhu Yao said blankly: "I'm sorry." The girl glanced at Zhu Yao and stopped talking.

It seems that he hates Zhu Yao's gloom, and is also afraid of Zhu Yao's gloom.

Zhu Yao walked out of the classroom quickly.

Qu Qingcheng, who was talking to Shang Xiaoran on the podium, glanced at the thin girl's back.

Because of his height, his back was slightly hunched, as if he wanted to shrink himself into a small ball, the less conspicuous the better.

******

When a hand was stretched out, Zhu Yao was standing in the corridor in a daze, looking at the boys who were fighting outside the classroom on the first floor, and the girls walking back from the bathroom arm in arm, without any focus in their eyes.

Just now she was bumped hard by the boys outside the classroom, and she heard a tease behind her: "Brother Xiao, you dare to hit her, don't be hungry!"

Zhu Yao didn't look back, the earphones plugged in her ears were her best cover.

Until the earphone was taken away by a white and thin hand.

Zhu Yao seemed to sense who this hand belonged to, and instead of panicking, she felt at peace.

She just shrank her face back a little, afraid that Qu Qingcheng's fingertips would sweep her face.

The face that Zhu Yinglan slapped last night didn't look like anything on the outside, but if you touched it with your fingertips, you might find it a little swollen.

But Zhu Yao's worry was superfluous, Qu Qingcheng politely didn't touch her.

Put the earphones into your ears: "Sure enough, I didn't hear anything."

Zhu Yao glanced at her: "How do you know?"

"Guess."

"Oh."

"If you don't listen to anything, why wear headphones?"

"It's noisy."

"Well, that makes sense."

Qu Qingcheng actually said that she was very reasonable.

Without saying a few words, the class bell rang. Qu Qingcheng smiled and returned the earphones to Zhu Yao: "Go in and go to class."

Zhu Yao took back the earphones: "Yes."

Qu Qingcheng left, and the white skirt swept over her fair calf, like the petals of a narcissus.

When Zhu Yao was walking to the classroom, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Shang Xiaoran looking at her.

The eyes of the two met unexpectedly, and both of them froze for a moment.

When Zhu Yao walked past Shang Xiaoran's table, Shang Xiaoran naturally chatted with the back table again: "The male lead in the show last night was really..."

******

Before the physical education class in the afternoon, Lao Fang walked into the classroom, and the classroom was filled with wailing.

Yi Siyuan led the boys to beat rhythmically on the desk: "Human rights! Human rights! Human rights!"

Even Lao Fang laughed: "I didn't say I would occupy your physical education class."

"I'm here to inform you that the physical education classes for the first half of this semester are all for you, and the physical education classes for the second half of the semester will be divided among Chinese and foreign teachers. Take good care of them."

After Lao Fang left, the boys ran to the playground tragically with the mood of "I am drunk today".

Zhu Yao was the last one, dragging along to the playground.

She didn't think much about physical education. It's good to be occupied by Lao Fang. She can hide in the classroom and read comics, otherwise she would have to run 500 meters.

Such a sweltering day.

After the assembly, Zhu Yao resigned himself to his fate and stood on the starting line.

Running, and the bursts of cicadas, and the stagnant missing wind and the hair sticking to the forehead.

The short-sleeved school uniform was also sticky to the back, not refreshing at all.

Shang Xiaoran said to his friend at the front of the queue: "Why are you running so fast? Wait for me."

"I'm not waiting for you!"

Shang Xiaoran smiled coquettishly, and could act coquettishly with girls: "Please, can you do it? You are the one who is beautiful and kind!"

Not overly sweet either.

The friend laughed: "I really can't do anything about you, you have to buy me a Coke."

"no problem."

Zhu Yao ran at the end of the line, silently listening to all the excitement that had nothing to do with her.

On the fifth floor of the teaching building, in the corridor outside the teacher's office.

Qu Qingcheng, who had been working on lesson plans all afternoon and came to the corridor to get some air, accidentally saw Class [-] and Class [-] of the high school he was leading, having a physical education class on the playground.

The team that ran 500 meters was sparse.

The girl running at the end of the line, named Zhu Yao, kept a distance from the others, and even her figure seemed stubborn when viewed from such a distance.

Qu Qingcheng thought for a while, then walked downstairs.

The author says:

感谢在2021-09-1016:39:13~2021-09-1111:04:31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;

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