Time makes you fall

◎Wedding Banquet◎

Qu Qingcheng sniffed at the other end of the phone.

After a while of silence, she asked, "Then... are you coming? Tonight, after you finish filming."

Zhu Yao was a little embarrassed: "I'm afraid it won't work tonight...although I really want to."

"Didn't you want you to accompany my mother to buy clothes last night? That's because tonight is my father and her new wife—" Zhu Yao smiled: "It's strange to say that, isn't it new? They have been married for more than ten years."

"Anyway, tonight is their fifteenth wedding anniversary banquet, and my mother wants to go, so I have to accompany her."

Qu Qingcheng asked in a low voice: "Then did you buy clothes last night? Clothes that satisfy your mother."

"I don't know if she's satisfied..." Zhu Yao remembered Zhu Yinglan's scolding last night: "However, it's considered a purchase."

Qu Qingcheng said in a low voice, "That's good."

Zhu Yao took the initiative to say again: "It's a blue skirt, with the neck exposed and the skirt reaching the knees."

She also didn't know why she was telling Qu Qingcheng this, a very meaningless explanation.

Qu Qingcheng still just said: "That's good."

A voice called Zhu Yao faintly sounded on the set: "Zhu Yao, come here to touch up your makeup—"

Zhu Yao raised his voice and replied, "Here we are."

Qu Qingcheng seemed impatient to hang up the phone: "Go quickly."

Zhu Yao lowered her voice into the phone's microphone, her voice was already a little hoarse because of the scene just now, but now she lowered it with a touch of lingering sadness: "Qu Qingcheng, I miss you. "

Qu Qingcheng hummed lightly: "I know."

******

After hanging up the phone, Qu Qingcheng stood by the corridor in a daze for a while.

The students in the playground are not afraid of the cold, running around and kicking the ball, but showing some youthful heat. The school uniform jacket is taken off, revealing sweaters of various colors, black and yellow stripes.

Qu Qingcheng's eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses searched for a while, and one of the goalkeepers, wearing a blue sweater, made a gesture of being ready to save at any time.

Well, blue.

Qu Qingcheng thought, the dress that Zhu Yao bought for her mother last night, was it this kind of light sky blue, or a deeper sea blue?

She didn't know the answer, so she stared at the blue sweater for a while, then turned and went back to the office.

******

When the evening was approaching, Qu Qingcheng's cell phone rang again. She had hoped that it was Zhu Yao, but it turned out to be her mother.

"Qingqing, you don't seem to be studying late tonight? You can ask for leave and leave early, right?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Isn't your Aunt Su's son getting married tonight?" Mother Qu said, "Aunt Su's son, do you remember? You played together when you were young. When he was young, he loved poached eggs, and he always added a lot of sugar..."

"Mom." Qu Qingcheng felt a little annoyed, and couldn't help interrupting: "I know he invited wedding wine tonight, didn't dad accompany you? What's the matter?"

"Your dad has something to do in college, you know your dad's academics are great." Qu's mother seemed to be complaining but she was proud: "Would you like to take a leave of absence to accompany me?"

"Mom, go by yourself, I'll call a car for you..."

"Is this a matter of calling a car? Can't I find someone to pick me up?" Qu's mother was dissatisfied: "Our house is as good as Aunt Su's house. It seems that our house is too airy..."

What else did Qu Qingcheng want to persuade, then he thought about it: "Okay, I'll ask for leave."

******

Qu Qingcheng left school because he was busy in the afternoon, and went home to change his clothes. When he drove to her parents' villa, Qu's mother was already waiting at the door.

Wearing a dark slate gray cheongsam, an emerald brooch, and a thin coat, she looks dignified and elegant.

"I hope there will be no traffic jams..." She opened the door and got into Qu Qingcheng's passenger car. After Qu Qingcheng started the car and drove away, she carefully looked at Qu Qingcheng's clothes today: "Well, my daughter really knows how to dress up."

Qu Qingcheng held the steering wheel and smiled.

She is wearing a light apricot-colored cheongsam today, with light amber buttons extending up the collar, wrapping her slender neck, matching the color of the gold-rimmed glasses, she looks elegant and pedantic, a bit like a woman in the Republic of China period teacher.

After so many years...she knows how to please her parents.

It is impossible for Beicheng in the evening rush hour to avoid traffic jams. Qu Qingcheng kept detours following the navigation, and it was "unfortunate" to be the last group to arrive at the wedding banquet.

Parked the car and hurried to the banquet hall with Ms. Qu, Ms. Qu said all the way: "Fortunately, I asked Aunt Wang to reserve a seat for us..."

As soon as they walked in, they saw Aunt Wang waving at them: "Professor Yang, this way."

Qu Qingcheng walked over with Mother Qu, greeted her with a gentle smile, took off her coat and put it on the back of the chair, revealing the light beige cheongsam underneath.

Qu's mother and these aunts are very interesting. Just like Qu Qingcheng and Chen Tong called each other "Teacher Qu" and "Teacher Chen", they also called each other "Professor Yang" and "Professor Wang".

Yang is Qu's mother's surname.

After she was seated, Aunt Wang looked at Qu Qingcheng and said with a smile, "Qingqing is getting more and more beautiful."

Mother Qu laughed: "Where is it, she just has a better temperament, and she can see it."

"Where is it, I watched Qingqing grow up, and she became more and more beautiful."

Aunt Wang and Mama Qu used to be classmates. Before the Qu family moved to Beicheng, they often met every year when they went south to enroll students.After the Qu's family moved to Beicheng, the two became very close.

Aunt Wang said again: "However, after growing up, I see Qingqing less often. Is she very busy? What happened to that boyfriend last time?"

Qu Qingcheng said, "It's not a boyfriend..."

Mother Qu glanced at her.

Qu Qingcheng stopped talking.

Aunt Wang said: "If it doesn't make sense, I just happen to have one here. The last time my mother saw Qingqing's photos of our party, she liked it immediately. The young man is very good..."

Mother Qu smiled and waved her hands again and again: "No, no, this time, this little Zhao, our family's old Qu personally fell in love with it. The matter of going abroad for further study was postponed. How can I see other boys."

Aunt Wang said: "What's the use of liking Lao Qu? Qingqing has to like it herself. If Qingqing doesn't like it, I have another chance with this one! Tell me, Qingqing, do you like it?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled and said nothing.

Aunt Wang smiled: "Ah, I'm sorry." Mother Qu laughed.

Qu Qingcheng felt that he was 30 years old, and when he was in front of his parents and elders, he would always be ten years old.

She felt a little depressed, looked at a plate of vinegar-soaked peanuts in front of her, picked up a peanut and threw it into her mouth.

Mother Qu was slightly dissatisfied: "The table hasn't started yet... Are you hungry?"

Why is her mother still caring about her at the age of 30?

Qu Qingcheng didn't speak, just picked up another peanut and threw it into his mouth as if angry.

When Aunt Wang talked about collecting folk songs again, Mother Qu's attention was attracted.

Qu Qingcheng put down her chopsticks, and the aftertaste of the peanut was a bit bitter, which made her feel that her act of anger just now was very childish.

After a short while, the wedding began.

In the melodious melody of the wedding march, the bride's pure white wedding dress looked like a blooming lily, setting off a nervous smile.

The scene lights dimmed, and all the spotlights shone on the stage. Qu Qingcheng's face was hidden in the darkness, staring blankly at the bride in white gauze on the stage.

I was thinking about the scene that Zhu Yao filmed today.

She wasn't there when Zhu Yao was filming that scene, but just recalling the script, coupled with Zhu Yao's hoarse voice, Qu Qingcheng felt as if he had seen everything with his own eyes.

I saw Teacher Xu's white gauze fluttering in the wind, and I saw Xiaozhi crying silently on the top floor opposite in a white skirt made of mosquito nets.

The gusts of wind poured in, cutting the hoarse twig's throat.

Could that be... her and Zhu Yao in the future?

Looking at the bride's white gauze on the stage, flowing and elegant in front of his eyes, Qu Qingcheng couldn't help but dragged his chair away and stood up.

Mother Qu was startled: "What are you doing? A ceremony is being held."

Qu Qingcheng said, "I'm a little dizzy, I'm going to the bathroom to catch my breath."

Mother Qu became worried: "Why are you dizzy?"

Qu Qingcheng said: "It's okay, maybe I'm a little tired from work today, I'll come after I go to catch my breath."

In the darkness, everyone walked down the stage with joyful smiles, only Qu Qingcheng walked quietly in the opposite direction, like a dim and sad shadow.

******

Qu Qingcheng walked to the mirror in the bathroom and took a look at his own face.

The face is narrow, the eyebrows are light, and he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which is very similar to the person in her memory.

Should she be satisfied?

Maybe, if her dad and everyone else were happy.

Qu Qingcheng turned on the faucet, and remembered that he had put on light makeup today, so he couldn't slap water on his face in a cool way like the heroine of a TV drama to refresh his mind, so he washed his hands without embarrassment.

The phone rang.

Qu Qingcheng dried his hands and picked it up, Zhu Yao's voice came: "Are you approving homework in the office?"

Zhu Yao has her class schedule and knows that she will not be late for self-study tonight.

Qu Qingcheng said, "Not in the office."

"Huh? Where is that?"

"Accompany my mother to attend her friend's son's wedding banquet."

Zhu Yao on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds: "That's it."

Qu Qingcheng could almost hear the question that Zhu Yao didn't ask in his heart—"You won't be the next one to get married, right?"

But even so, Zhu Yao still didn't say anything.

Qu Qingcheng couldn't help but ask, "How is it over there?"

Zhu Yao smiled helplessly: "It's so embarrassing."

"My mother poured herself wine first, and she drank most of the bottle of white wine on the table by herself. She couldn't stop her at all, saying that my father used to talk about those scandals very loudly..."

"Later, my dad and the others came to toast, and she dragged my dad to fight for wine. My dad refused to drink, and she dragged my dad and wife to fight for wine..."

"The words she cursed... Forget it, I can't repeat them." It seemed that repeating those words to Qu Qingcheng would be blasphemy.

Qu Qingcheng asked softly, "Are you still there with her?"

"Then what should I do? She doesn't want to leave, should I throw her here alone?" Zhu Yao smiled bitterly: "I used to think that my father treated my mother very badly, but tonight it seems that he didn't drive my mother out. It's not that there is no emotion at all..."

"He whispered something to me, saying that my mother is not easy, and it's up to me."

Qu Qingcheng did not speak.

Zhu Yao said softly, "Qu Qingcheng, I miss you."

"Later later, can I come to you?"

Qu Qingcheng was gasping for breath like when he ate peanuts just now: "I can't."

"why?"

"Because I'm very tired today, if I can't, I can't."

She hung up the phone.

******

Zhu Yao heard that the phone was suddenly hung up, and vaguely felt that Qu Qingcheng was a little angry, but she didn't know why Qu Qingcheng was angry.

Maybe it was her illusion.

She remembered what Qu Qingcheng told her just now: "Accompany my mother to attend her friend's son's wedding banquet."

The social circle of the Qu family's parents should be like that. There are great scholars in talking and laughing.

The next person to get married...will be Qu Qingcheng?

Zhu Yao is hiding in the bathroom right now, staring at his plain face reflected in the mirror, remembering the scene he performed this afternoon.

Xiaozhi stood alone in the strong wind on the top floor, wearing a ridiculously silly white skirt with a mosquito net, looking at Teacher Xu's face on the opposite balcony.

What was the expression on Teacher Xu's face at that time?According to the script, Xiao Zhi couldn't see clearly.

Zhu Yao was a little hard to imagine Teacher Xu's expression at that time. What kind of mood did she enter into the marriage?

Zhu Yao never understood marriage.The expression that marriage brings to Zhu Yinglan is acrid or depressed, the expression that it brings to Qi Shengjun is confusion and helplessness, and the expression that it brings to Qi Shengjun's new wife is mocking and muddling along.

At the wedding banquet that Qu Qingcheng attended tonight, what kind of expression did the bride walk into the marriage?

What kind of expression will Qu Qingcheng bring into marriage in the future?

Zhu Yao couldn't think about it anymore, she felt as if she was suffocating and lacking oxygen, she was about to go out, but when she thought of going out to face the cursing Zhu Yinglan, the feeling of suffocation became even stronger.

She took a handful of water and slapped it on her face, trying to wake up.

She didn't wear any makeup today, and she wore a pair of huge black-framed plain mirrors on her plain face. First, she deliberately kept a low profile and didn't want to be recognized by the people at the wedding banquet. Second, she didn't know what kind of face she should face. Qi Shengjun's wedding anniversary banquet.

Bright and joyful?Obviously not.That kind of expression belongs to the little boy next to the heroine tonight, the son she and Qi Shengjun later had—it’s not appropriate to call him a little boy now, he got all the tip of the watermelon when he was a child, and also got all the love of Qi Shengjun The little boy has grown up and turned into a teenager.

With the money Zhu Yao earned, she could already buy carloads of watermelons, but when she saw the boy appearing at the banquet, she still couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy.

Why.

Why can he have a complete family.

The watermelon tip that was missing in childhood cannot be replaced no matter how many carts of watermelon you eat when you grow up.

From this point of view, Zhu Yao understands Zhu Yinglan again, and understands why Zhu Yinglan can never let go.

She took a deep breath, cheered herself up, and was ready to go out to face Zhu Yinglan.

At this time, there was a sound of tapping high heels, such an anxious rhythm, Zhu Yao's heart also became anxious.

Just listening to this rhythm, she knew that the person who came must be Zhu Yinglan.

Sure enough, Zhu Yinglan showed a mocking and depressed face: "What are you doing? You fell into the latrine and got smoked to death?"

Zhu Yao didn't know why Zhu Yinglan did this, the sadder she felt, the more vulgar her words became, as if she could get any benefit by doing so.

Zhu Yao felt that her clumsiness might be inherited from Zhu Yinglan.

She told Zhu Yinglan: "I'm getting ready to go out."

Zhu Yinglan said: "What's wrong, look at my skirt, a piece of smoked fish just dropped on it, and it's stained with oil tmd ugly! Qi Shengjun, this bastard, made me feel bad..."

Zhu Yinglan has a good capacity for alcohol, I don't know if it was born or she used to drink and practice with clients, but tonight she drank so much that her cheeks were flushed, and even her eyes were red. Zhu Yao was not surprised at all why her hands were shaking until pieces of smoked fish fell on her skirt .

She always felt that there were tears in Zhu Yinglan's red eyes.

With red eyes, as if weeping blood, Zhu Yao couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

She hastily pulled out a paper towel, lowered her head after it was wet, and went to help Zhu Yinglan wipe the oil-stained skirt.

Zhu Yinglan didn't seem to expect that Zhu Yao would do this for her, so she took a step back in a daze.

She drank too much in high heels and couldn't stand still. Zhu Yao reached out to help her: "Be careful." A close posture like an ordinary mother and daughter embarrassed both of them.

Zhu Yao quickly let go, and Zhu Yinglan hurriedly stood away. There was a distance between the two, and Zhu Yao silently helped Zhu Yinglan wipe her skirt.

Zhu Yinglan stared at Zhu Yao's movements for a while: "The neckline design of my previous wedding dress was a bit like this blue dress. Qi Shengjun also said that my neck is beautiful..."

She couldn't go on.

Zhu Yao lowered his head and wiped for a while, then said, "Mom, it's okay, the part of your skirt that you stained today can be wiped clean."

Zhu Yinglan suddenly burst into tears.

The sobbing cry, carrying the great fear and sorrow in my heart, swept through the empty bathroom of the hotel like a raging tide for a long time.

******

After Qu Qingcheng attended the wedding banquet, he sent Qu's mother home and then drove back to his own home.

After washing my hair and taking a shower, I sat under the desk lamp to prepare for lessons.

The work delayed by asking for leave at night must be made up in time.

Zhu Yao listened to her very much and didn't come to her.

Qu Qingcheng couldn't tell if he was relaxed or disappointed, and he wondered if Zhu Yao caught cold while filming on the top floor today. He touched his phone a few times, but he still didn't make a call.

It took me a long time to fall asleep at night, as if I was dreaming, dreaming that Teacher Xu was standing on the balcony in a white gauze, looking at Xiaozhi’s silently weeping face opposite.

After a while, it changed to Xiaozhi's perspective again, and the person wearing the white gauze became Qu Qingcheng himself.

Qu Qingcheng felt a pain in his heart, struggling and unable to wake up.I remember that I studied educational psychology before, and Freud believed that dreams express everything that was suppressed during the day, which seems to be not unreasonable.

She didn't sleep well at night, and the next morning Qu Qingcheng fell into a deep sleep. When the phone rang, she had a hard time waking up. When she touched it, she found that it was still 10 minutes before the alarm time she set.

It's not a cell phone, it's a phone.

Qu Qingcheng answered: "Hey, what time is it..."

Zhu Yao on the other end of the phone was taken aback for a moment. He probably rarely heard Qu Qingcheng's childish voice, which was a little hoarse and a little sleepy. Then he smiled and said, "What time do you still sleep? Didn't you say that the day's plan lies in the morning?" ?”

Qu Qingcheng recalled the situation in which he said this yesterday, after the first time with Zhu Yao, he was caught by Sister Mao, so embarrassed that he sobered up in an instant: "Don't say this..."

"Anyway, Teacher Qu can get up, come down and open the door, I'm at your door."

"Huh? Then you wait a moment."

Qu Qingcheng hurried to open the door with his slippers on, Zhu Yao was taken aback when he saw her.

"how?"

"Hair is messy."

"I haven't washed yet." Qu Qingcheng felt embarrassed: "I'm going to wash and comb my hair."

Zhu Yao took Qu Qingcheng's hand: "Don't comb your hair... I like to see your hair messed up."

"Only I can see."

Qu Qingcheng blushed, and held Zhu Yao's hand instead: "Why are your hands so cold... How long have you been standing at the door?"

"I didn't stand for long..." Zhu Yao smiled: "Do you think I listen to you? I didn't come to disturb you last night, but I came this morning... Are you not angry?"

Qu Qingcheng didn't know if Zhu Yao stood at the door for a long time before he plucked up the courage to call her, lowered his head and muttered, "Why am I angry?"

Zhu Yao smiled and asked, "Yes, why are you angry?"

"I'm not really angry."

Qu Qingcheng didn't know what to say, it would be too easy to misunderstand the words of being angry that you and your mother are too close.

This is not the kind of anger of "my mother and I fell into the water at the same time, who do you save first", but Zhu Yao and Zhu Yinglan are alienated on the surface, but they are actually willing to trap themselves in Zhu Yinglan's emotional cage.

If this continues, Zhu Yao will never have the courage to establish an intimate relationship.

Qu Qingcheng's anger from gambling last night was brought into his dream, and now he was facing Zhu Yao's face, but he couldn't get angry anymore, and his tone became soft involuntarily: "Did you catch a cold while filming yesterday? And what happened at the door just now?" Wait a while, is it cold?"

Zhu Yao responded with a smile: "It's not cold, but I still want to come to Teacher Qu to ask for a package of medicine, okay?"

Qu Qingche looked at Zhu Yao's smiling face.

The deer-like eyes were bent, the wild eyebrows were bent, and the slightly cold face became softer, and it became a puppy acting like a baby in front of Qu Qingcheng, with a silly and milky air.

Qu Qingcheng couldn't help but patted her head, and his eyes turned into crooked smiles: "It's fine."

"I'll wash and boil water first, you wait for me."

Zhu Yao took out the hand that had been hidden behind his back all this time: "I brought you breakfast, you will have breakfast in a while, and I will take medicine."

"Chinese savior crepe?"

"Well, I used to have it when I was in high school, remember?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Why don't you remember?"

She went to boil a pot of water first, then went upstairs to wash up, Zhu Yao went to the kitchen to find a plate, and poured the pancake fruit out of the bag.

Qu Qingcheng soon came down, wearing her usual white turtleneck sweater, khaki pants, and gold-rimmed glasses.

Zhu Yao pouted: "Why did you change your clothes so quickly? I like to see you without clothes..."

Qu Qingcheng glanced at her.

Zhu Yao blushed before realizing what he had just said: "That's not what I meant! I mean I like to see you without formal clothes..."

Qu Qingcheng looks very A and elegant in a turtleneck sweater and khaki pants. He is a typical teacher that everyone yearns for.

But that was Qu Qingcheng that everyone could see.

Zhu Yao prefers to see Qu Qingcheng's tousled hair, without glasses, in pajamas, waving in front of her with a bit of a wake-up look.

It doesn't need to be exquisite or beautiful, and it doesn't need to peek out any spring scenery from the wide pajamas, as long as it belongs to Zhu Yao's Qu Qingcheng, that's fine.

Facing Zhu Yao's defense, Qu Qingcheng laughed out loud, and Zhu Yao blushed and gave her a look: "Whoever is yin sees yin."

Qu Qingcheng laughed to death: "Yo, you can also use idioms, not bad."

"Who was your former Chinese teacher? It looks very good."

"My former Chinese teacher..." Zhu Yao stood up and walked to Qu Qingcheng's side: "Isn't it you, Teacher Qu?"

"Teacher Qu, stop laughing like that."

Qu Qingcheng's soft smiling face shone brightly in the morning sunlight from the window, almost transparent.

"You smile like that...I want to kiss you."

The author says:

Manually thank the little angel [Zhaohai] who invited me to make milk tea, and everyone who milks me every day, even the sky is sunny today! !

感谢在2021-10-2816:54:34~2021-10-2916:41:59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 threw the shallow water bomb: Zhaohai 1;

Thanks to the little angels who voted for the rocket launcher: Ajia, Antarctic May, and Huosen 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: the piece in the middle of the watermelon is for you to eat, the child that no one wants, Mu Chenyan, Zhaohai 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of ignorance or ideal, Jiancha; 10 bottles of Antarctic May, Zhaohai, Tong; 236041078 bottles; 2 bottles of Ana;

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