Time makes you fall

◎Angel◎

Zhu Yao froze for a moment and looked up.

Her posture is a bit funny, she always supports the lamp post with one hand, and supports her knees with the other, like an old lady in her seventies and eighties who can't straighten up.

Compared to her ridiculousness, Qu Qingcheng, who suddenly appeared under the light, was as beautiful as a hallucination.

She didn't even have time to fasten her coat, and her long hair, which was usually unruly, now had a small strand sticking to her lips, and walked towards Zhu Yao.

The closer she got, the softer the light made the contours of her body, as if she would glow herself.In the eyes of Zhu Yao, whose body was uncomfortable and his vision was a little blurred, he looked like an angel.

Qu Qingcheng sighed softly and helplessly: "You child, what are you running for?"

The face is glowing.

"I drove to the hotel and found that you hadn't come back, so I went back and looked for it slowly, but I saw you on the side of the road."

Lips are glowing.

Zhu Yao took a deep breath and said slowly, "Why are you looking for me?"

She faced Qu Qingcheng expressionlessly, but her nose was a little sore.

She kind of loves Qu Qingcheng, but also kind of hates Qu Qingcheng.

Qu Qingcheng is like this every time, gentle and beautiful, like an angel descending from the sky.

Appeared next to Zhu Yao, who was inconspicuous in adolescence, and saved her,

Appeared beside Zhu Yao, who was hypoglycemic at this moment, to save her.

Why, Qu Qingcheng, why did she appear in such a timely manner every time?

Let me, an awkward, defensive and unpleasant person, show my belly to you like a cat, and the whole world dares to act like a baby in front of you alone and ask for sweets.

But ah.

Zhu Yao didn't know why she was so hypocritical, an uncontrollable tear began to slowly fill her eye sockets, and under the dim light, her vision became more and more blurred.

Qu Qingcheng was a little panicked, and hurried over to help Zhuyao: "It's hard, isn't it?"

She touched her coat pocket: "I brought this."

Zhu Yao was supported by her and bent over, looking into the palm of her hand,

Liquor chocolate.

The day Zhu Yao threw a pebble at Qu Qingcheng's bedroom window, he felt that the two of them were as romantic as Romeo and Juliet. That day Qu Qingcheng threw Zhu Yao from the bedroom window that day, it was such a liqueur chocolate.

Qu Qingcheng knew that Zhu Yao occasionally suffered from hypoglycemia, so he bought a lot of them and kept them at home.

Zhu Yao stared at the shiny wrapping paper of Liquor Chocolate, reflecting the colorful light under the street lamp, as beautiful as Qu Qingcheng himself.

She reaches out.

Suddenly, he knocked the chocolate out of Qu Qingcheng's hand.

The chocolate rolled around on the ground a few times, became ashamed, and then stopped awkwardly.

Qu Qingcheng was slightly taken aback, quickly withdrew his hands, pursed his lips and did not speak.

After Zhu Yao made this violent movement, he gasped a little again, propping his knees with both hands, unwilling to look at Qu Qingcheng,

Why, Qu Qingcheng.

There was a mocking smile on her lips.

Why in the whole world, I can only ask for candy from you alone, but what I want to come may be your future wedding candy with others?

Ironic like a joke.

Why didn't you give me the liqueur chocolate that you specially prepared for me alone?

In fact, Zhu Yao knew why, it was nothing more than her severe hypoglycemia before, Qu Qingcheng panicked and didn't have time to get the chocolate, and saw the wedding candy from the previous wedding on the coffee table, so he quickly gave it to Zhu Yao first.

At that time, Qu Qingcheng hadn't heard of it yet, and it would be the Zhao family's future wedding candy.

Zhu Yao found himself facing Qu Qingcheng like this.

Make trouble out of no reason.

Tried and tested.

I dare not pay, but I keep asking for it.

Why so annoying?

It is probably caused by inner insecurity. The more I like it, the more I am afraid of losing it. I repeatedly expose my dirtiest and ugly side. After scaring the other party away, I can taunt and say: "Look, I have long been Knew you would go."

Once you have lost it, you don't have to worry about losing it day and night.

Awkward and dark, pessimistic and twisted.

Who would like such a self?

The mocking smile that always hangs on Zhu Yao's lips is not laughing at Qu Qingcheng, but at herself.

She didn't expect Qu Qingcheng to touch her head: "Okay, don't be angry anymore."

"If you don't want chocolate, don't be angry, okay?"

Zhu Yao bent over and supported her knees, holding back the tears in her sore eyes.

Don't cry, Zhu Yao.

Don't cry for nothing just because she easily sees through your bluff and evildoing...

Qu Qingcheng supported Zhu Yao, and looked left and right: "There is a convenience store over there, I'll help you there, you can choose what you want to eat, okay?"

Gentle, soothing, like an angel.

Zhu Yao held her knees and said nothing, Qu Qingcheng helped her up: "Let's go."

******

Walking into the convenience store, you will be greeted by the familiar aroma mixed with all kinds of cooked food. A 24-hour lamp has comforted the souls of countless lonely urbanites.

In such a brightly lit environment, Zhu Yao didn't know if he would be recognized, so he kept his head down,

Qu Qingcheng asked her: "What can I eat? I'll get it for you."

Zhu Yao said awkwardly, "Let's have yogurt."

Qu Qingcheng: "Okay, you go sit down first, can you go alone?"

Zhu Yao nodded, and slowly moved to the long table by the window to sit down, with his face facing the vast night, so he didn't have to worry about being recognized after being seen.

It was a bit windy at night.

There were no people on the road, and the few who passed by occasionally wrapped their coats tightly and walked slowly against the wind. In the bleak late autumn night, they looked like a boat wandering without support, showing a sense of loneliness.

Zhu Yao was originally one of those drifting boats, but when Qu Qingcheng appeared, she suddenly had an anchor.

Anchored by the warm lighthouse, waiting for an autumn night to pass.

But... what about after the movie is finished?What about after leaving Qu Qingcheng?

On the table was a sticker of an event with a famous IP in the convenience store before. After a long time, a corner was missing. The cat with a big face and a smile became a little sad. Zhu Yao unconsciously picked it up with his fingers.

Qu Qingcheng walked over with yogurt and porridge: "I bought room temperature yogurt, don't drink iced ones."

"There is also porridge with longan and red dates. Eat something to warm your stomach and help your blood sugar rise."

Zhu Yao lowered his head: "Thank you."

Qu Qingcheng sat down beside her, helped her insert the yogurt, and stirred the porridge with a spoon before handing them to her together.

Zhu Yao drank two sips of yogurt, and facing the vast night outside the window, stuffed the porridge into his mouth mouthful by mouthful.

She didn't dare to look at Qu Qingcheng who was sitting beside her, so she kept staring out the window.

But after staring at it, she found that the lights of the convenience store were bright but the night outside was dark, and the shadows of her and Qu Qingcheng were reflected on the glass in front of her.

From the reflected shadow, Qu Qingcheng lowered his head slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhu Yao didn't want to look at Qu Qingcheng, but it was just right to stare at the shadows of the two of them.

One was drinking porridge with a cold face, his facial features were sharp and innocent, and he felt a little cool wearing a baseball jacket.

A face with soft half-down eyes, the line from the eyebrows to the chin is gentle, even the coat on his body is made of soft and fluffy material.

No matter how you look at it, it seems to be a good match.

Zhu Yao asked, "Don't you want to eat?"

"Huh?" Qu Qingcheng came back to his senses: "I can't, I'm not hungry."

"Oh." Zhu Yao stuffed another spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

The longan and red date porridge that Qu Qingcheng bought her was sweet.

How about compared to the sugar that Qu Qingcheng fed her before?

Zhu Yao's other hand, which was not holding the spoon, began to unconsciously pick at the missing corner of the sticker on the table: "The wedding candy before... did you eat it?"

Qu Qingcheng looked at Zhu Yao.

Zhu Yao didn't look at Qu Qingcheng, but stared at the stickers on the table: "I want to ask...do you think it's delicious?"

Qu Qingcheng didn't speak for a long time.

Afterwards, he sighed slowly, "Zhu Yao."

"What do you want us to...how?"

Zhu Yao smiled: "How about what? Aren't we just experiencing the script?"

"I'm just asking if you think wedding candy is good, because I think it's delicious, haha, what do you say?"

Qu Qingcheng looked at Zhu Yao again for a long time.

"You are like this." Qu Qingcheng said.

"It has always been like this from before to now."

"Keep everything in your heart and say nothing."

Zhu Yao ate porridge with her head depressed, while Qu Qingcheng kept looking at her.

Until the bottom of the bowl of porridge was drained, only the last half of the longan was lying alone at the bottom of the bowl.

Qu Qingcheng asked: "You still don't say anything?"

Zhu Yao bit the spoon and smiled: "What do you want me to say?"

Qu Qingcheng didn't smile, she stood up directly: "Then let's go, I'll take you back to the hotel."

"Can I go?"

Zhu Yao nodded, stood up and walked to the door with Qu Qingcheng.

Qu Qingcheng watched Zhu Yao walk out of the automatic door, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her walking, and walked forward without waiting for Zhu Yao.

With his head lowered and his windbreaker wrapped around him, he walked quickly towards the side of the road. The belt that he hadn't tied in time was fluttering in the wind, like a lot of things he wanted to say.

******

Zhu Yao followed Qu Qingcheng closer and saw Qu Qingcheng's car parked on the side of the road.

It seems that Qu Qingcheng came over in a hurry after seeing Zhu Yao on the side of the road, and there was no time to find a parking lot to park.

There was a pink ticket on the car window, Qu Qingcheng reached out and tore it up.

Zhu Yao walked over: "There are traffic police at this late hour?"

Qu Qingcheng said, "Who knows."

This was the last conversation between the two of the night.

Then, Qu Qingcheng got into the car, and Zhu Yao also got into the car. Qu Qingcheng drove silently all the way, passed two red lights and one green light, and arrived at Zhu Yao's hotel.

Zhu Yao glanced at Qu Qingcheng, but she still had no intention of speaking, so she got out of the car silently.

Qu Qingcheng drove the car away.

Neither said goodbye to each other.

Zhu Yao stood for a while with his baseball shirt in his pocket, watched Qu Qingcheng's car disappear into the night, turned around and walked towards the hotel.

******

While lying on the hotel bed, Zhu Yao touched his stomach, feeling that he had eaten too much just now.

In order to avoid Qu Qingcheng's gaze and questioning, he even ate up the porridge with longan and red dates all night.

With so many carbohydrates, Sister Mao knew she had to be killed.

Fortunately, the porridge is soft and rotten and easy to digest. I just took the car back to the hotel and didn't blow the wind again. I don't feel like vomiting right now.

And after eating a bowl full of porridge, the hypoglycemia was completely relieved.

The only thing I need to worry about now is Sister Mao, my face will be swollen like a pig's head tomorrow, how can I explain to her.

Zhu Yao touched his stomach with one hand and squeezed his face with the other, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

Zhu Yao didn't know who else would come so late, so he put on long-sleeved trousers and went to open the door.

The things in this world are just afraid of what will happen.

The last thing she wants to see in the world right now is Qu Qingcheng and Sister Mao, but Sister Mao is leaning against the door of the room, with round cat-like eyes and round face, looking at her with a half-smile: "Xiao Zhu."

"It's fun to eat carbohydrates tonight?"

******

Zhu Yao was taken aback, and touched his face: "Is it so obvious? It's swollen so quickly?"

Sister Mao was holding a few pages of paper in her hand, but now seeing Zhu Yao's blank expression, she thought it was a bit funny, and slapped Zhu Yao on the head with a blank scroll: "Say you are stupid, sometimes you are really stupid."

"Am I a human eye or an X-ray scanner? Can I tell how much carbs you've eaten if you're not swollen?"

Sister Mao walked in, stuffed the glass of something she was carrying into Zhu Yao's arms: "Drink something, your face will be less swollen tomorrow."

Zhu Yao saw that it was a cup of winter melon tea, heated.

Sister Mao unceremoniously sat down on the chair where Zhu Yao usually reads scripts, and stretched her arms and legs: "I'll tell you a good news and a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Zhu Yao held the wax gourd tea by himself, and sat on the bed with one leg bent: "It's bad."

She has a pessimistic personality, born in adversity and died in peace.

Sister Mao pursed her winter melon tea and said, "Drink it while it's hot." Then she sighed, "The bad news is that I had a fight with your teacher Qu."

Zhu Yao was drinking winter melon tea, but now he almost choked to death: "Ahem, what, what?"

Sister Mao glanced at her: "It's not your teacher Qu, just now you called me to ask me about my crimes."

"Ask me if I know that the recent unreasonable diet planning for you has caused you to suffer from severe hypoglycemia tonight."

"Scared me! At that time, I wanted to call 120 directly, but your teacher Qu said that you are fine and have recovered."

Zhu Yao grinned sullenly.

"Smile!" Sister Mao glared at her, "I really didn't know your Teacher Qu was such a person."

"What?"

"It's the kind that usually looks gentle, gentle, and elegant, and doesn't speak loudly." Sister Mao rubbed her nose: "I didn't expect to be fiercer than me, and the tone is so serious, it made me feel a little bit harsh." I was stunned for a moment."

Zhu Yao laughed again: "Who else in the world can train you to be stupefied? It's hard to imagine."

Sister Mao is notoriously hot-tempered in the circle, the kind of fierce and resolute.

"Really." Sister Mao couldn't believe it herself: "Didn't this scene happen for real tonight? It was by your Teacher Qu!"

Zhu Yao lowered his head and drank winter melon tea while laughing.

Thinking of Qu Qingcheng's serious look, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"What did she teach you?"

"It's too late, weeding the seedlings to encourage them to grow, and being insane, what other words are there?"

Zhu Yao laughed like the headboard of the bed fell down.

She was originally depressed because of the unpredictable future of the two of them, but when she heard about Qu Qingcheng, she thought of Qu Qingcheng's appearance——

The smile flowed from my heart to my mouth, and I couldn't stop it.

I'm happy with her.

Sister Mao asked Zhu Yao: "Where did she get so many idioms? Come to me to drag the text!"

Zhu Yao smiled and defended Qu Qingcheng: "She belongs to the Chinese teacher."

Sister Mao rubbed her nose again: "Don't say it's true, I have the feeling of a student facing a teacher when facing her."

"I was originally on the phone with her, but I stood up unconsciously after the call, I guess if she was in front of me, I could bow to her and sincerely say Teacher Qu is sorry, you punish me to stand up! "

Zhu Yao was about to die laughing again.

She felt that Qu Qingcheng had such magical powers, he was born to belong to the podium, serious and sacred, with natural persuasive power.

Zhu Yao asked, "What else did you say?"

"Isn't that enough? That's all. Let me plan your diet reasonably from tomorrow and make a new plan."

Zhu Yao smiled: "It doesn't mean the two of you quarrel, it means you are scolded unilaterally."

"You kid, you look like you're gloating."

If this is bad news... Zhu Yao asked, "What is the good news?"

Sister Mao tossed a few pages of paper rolled up in her hand to Zhu Yao: "The time for this year's Golden Deer Awards has been set."

Zhu Yao looked down, only to realize that what Sister Mao had thrown her was the brochure of this year's Golden Deer Awards.

"Isn't it a little earlier than in previous years?"

The folds are written in English and French, and an abstract golden deer trophy shines, attracting filmmakers from all over the world.

Zhu Yao does not know every English word, but the basic meaning can still be understood.

Sister Mao replied: "Yes, ahead of time."

"In previous years, it was July, but this year it was brought forward to June."

The time of the Golden Deer Awards is not fixed every year. It can only be said that it is around the middle of the year, and the specific time will be announced in advance by the main committee.

Zhu Yao asked: "Director Mei wants to rush?"

"Of course." Sister Mao said, "He made this film, and it was released in China. It was originally intended for international film festivals."

"I guessed that Director Mei most wanted to go for the Golden Deer, literature and art, and it turned out to be true."

Zhu Yao put the winter melon tea aside, looked down at the folding page, and let out a "hmm".

Sister Mao: "What's your reaction?"

Zhu Yao scratched her head: "You shouldn't have told me."

"Are you stressed?"

Zhu Yao nodded again.

"Hey, the only thing in this world is that there is pressure to be motivated. Let me tell you, Zhu Yao, I worked hard before. I put you on the shortlist for this movie, and the company persuaded me. It's too much trouble. For a movie that can’t be screened and doesn’t make any money, let me take you to two more variety shows.”

"I said that's fine. To use an analogy, it costs money to go to variety shows, which consumes popularity and audience popularity. Only by acting well and having good works by yourself can you save money."

Sister Mao slapped her thigh: "I've made the right bet this time. Zhu Yao, you know how many actors you know, and you have never had such an opportunity in your life."

"If you are an international actress..."

Since Sister Mao's theory of "spending money to save money" just now shocked Zhu Yao, Zhu Yao thought that Sister Mao would confide some artistic golden sentences now.

While she was listening attentively, Sister Mao slapped her thigh again: "Now, if you go to variety shows in the future, your worth will have to be at least ten times higher!"

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Zhu Yao: ...

She thinks too much, Sister Mao is still a layman who loves money the most.

"Isn't it vulgar?" Sister Mao said, "Making money is the most simple and straightforward thing in the world. You think about other things in a mess, and the result is beyond your control."

Zhu Yao always felt that Sister Mao's words meant something.

However, I don't know if it refers to the matter between Zhu Yao and Teacher Qu, or her own divorce.

"In short, if Director Mei wants to go to Jinlu, the progress of the film must be accelerated to catch up with the submission time."

"It was originally planned to finish filming in mid-January, but now it is estimated that it will be mentioned before the New Year. I heard from Director Mei that it should be okay. He thinks that the two characters are very smooth. Especially you, you should still give it to him. Surprise."

"The exact words he told me today were, I think I did not choose the wrong person for the role of Xiao Zhi."

Zhu Yao was a little embarrassed by the compliment: "I'm not as good as Teacher Min."

Sister Mao looked away seriously: "No, Min Jiawen is the kind of actor who is mellow and mature, and you are the kind who is naturally good, as if you have experienced it yourself, and you are very real."

Zhu Yao lowered his head, thinking of Qu Qingcheng.

She felt that the relationship between her and Qu Qingcheng during the movie was like a parasite.

All her understanding of Xiaozhi's role - those ignorance and sprouting, heartbeat and heartbreak, all come from Qu Qingcheng.

And when Xiaozhi faced Teacher Xu—those who were cautious and restless, bold and overly inferior, Zhu Yao often felt that the person wearing gold-rimmed glasses was not Min Jiawen, but Qu Qingcheng.

Sister Mao felt that she had real feelings, which was not wrong at all.

Her affection for Qu Qingcheng was all melted into the character of Xiao Zhi.

Sister Mao said: "So I think if you want to be the Golden Deer Actress, you are better than Min Jiawen, you have to act well."

"If this happens, your whole life will change."

Zhu Yao said "hmm" again.

"What do you think?"

"Before the New Year... the movie will be finished."

Sister Mao glanced at her: "Let's concentrate on finishing the movie first, and don't think about anything else."

"The opportunities are all on your lips, don't lose the chain, don't you always want to be a good actor?"

Zhu Yao really likes to be an actor. She dare not say whether it is good or not, but she thinks it is very interesting to play different roles and experience different stories.

Besides making money, she wants to be an actress seriously.

She said softly, "Sister Mao, I know."

Sister Mao looked at her and sighed again: "I'm a person who is going to divorce soon, and I don't know how to persuade you about relationship matters."

"It's too late today, you should rest first, and you'll be filming tomorrow morning."

After Zhu Yao sent Sister Mao out, she took off her long sleeves and trousers and lay on the bed.

The foldouts of winter melon tea and the Golden Deer Film Festival were placed on the bedside table, and Zhu Yao could see them as soon as he turned his face.

The winter melon tea was accompanied by the bad news brought by Sister Mao—she had a quarrel with Qu Qingcheng.

But Zhu Yao felt that knowing how much Qu Qingcheng cared about him was good news.

The folding page of the film festival is accompanied by the good news brought by Sister Mao——Zhu Yao, a young actor who was only famous for his cheongsam screenshots half a year ago, has a chance to become an international actress in an instant.

But Zhu Yao felt that the shortened time for her and Qu Qingcheng to spend time together was bad news.

Zhu Yao found that his own position on whether a matter was good news or bad news all came from Qu Qingcheng.

From the reunion in late October to the new year, she and Qu Qingcheng only had a little over two months.

What about after the movie?

Zhu Yao pressed the pillow on his head, trying to let out a muffled growl, but felt that he couldn't.

Why... is it such a character that keeps everything in his heart?

******

Early the next morning, Sister Mao took Zhu Yao to the set, and Zhu Yao noticed that the atmosphere of the set had changed.

Everyone should have known the news about the Golden Deer. Although the production team was fast-paced before, it is obvious that a string has been tightened now.

Even the people on the set were trotting all the way.

Zhu Yao looked at this posture, the muscles on his face tightened.

Min Jiawen had already changed into his costume, and walked towards her with his coat on: "Are you nervous?"

Zhu Yao nodded honestly.

Min Jiawen smiled: "Why are you nervous? Anyway, if I want to get the best actress, I will get it, not you."

Zhu Yao nodded again: "I think so too."

Min Jiawen said: "It's over, it's over, you can't even joke, you're really nervous."

"You're going to be scolded by Director Mei today." Min Jiawen gave Zhu Yao a sympathetic look, and walked away.

Zhu Yao also felt that it was over.

The author says:

感谢在2021-10-3114:24:42~2021-11-0116:18:25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: I forgot 3; Ajia and Huosen 1;

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

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: the piece in the middle of the watermelon is for you to eat, and Mu Chenyan has one;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Huosen; 5 bottles of ___ in the state of ignorance; 2 bottles of Ana;

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