Time makes you fall

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"I like you." These are four words.

"Stay with me." These are five words.

If it is more literary, use a way that is more suitable for Chinese teachers: "Death and life are in harmony with each other, and talk to Zicheng." These are eight characters.

If you want to be more concise: "I love you." It's only three words.

No matter which one of these sentences is good, Zhu Yao opened her lips slightly, praying that they can flow out of her mouth smoothly.

There are only a few short words, so it’s not difficult, it’s not difficult at all.

Zhu Yao's lips moved slightly.

Qu Qingcheng was looking at her, his eyes were still full of tears from crying just now.

This water light is for Zhu Yao, and also for her sister and father.

Zhu Yao looked at Qu Qingcheng's glistening eyes, and for some reason, Zhu Yinglan's depressed and vicious voice sounded in his ears again: "That bastard Qi Shengjun..."

That kind of voice was deafening in Qu Qingcheng's peaceful and quiet bedroom, and Zhu Yao was stunned for a moment.

Will she do the same in the future?

Like an inescapable curse, would he swear such venomous sentences at Qu Qingcheng?

Will Qu Qingcheng be more sad than crying today?

Zhu Yao was covered in cold sweat, and his lips, which were slowly moving, were slightly parted, but now they were heavily closed.

Qu Qingcheng was still looking at her.

But at this time, Zhu Yao didn't have the courage to say another word. She could only use all her strength to lift her hand, which seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and reached for the bedside table.

He picked up the pair of gold-rimmed glasses and slowly handed them to Qu Qingcheng.

Qu Qingcheng looked down at the glasses in Zhu Yao's hand, and smiled with red and swollen eyes.

She reached out, picked up the glasses and put them on again for herself. In an instant, that beautiful facial features were shrouded in a gentle shadow again.

She looked up, looked at Zhu Yao and said, "Zhu Yao."

"I miss you."

******

Zhu Yao recalled afterwards, and had already forgotten how the two of them fell on the bed.

It seemed that Qu Qingcheng took the initiative.

Leaning over, hugging Zhu Yao's neck, she kissed her with soft lips, like jelly, pudding, and all the sweet and beautiful lips in the world.

Only today, the salty taste of tears is still on my lips.

Zhu Yao quickly understood what Qu Qingcheng meant by "I miss you".

she wants.

The tongue, softer than the lips, explored the secret between Zhu Yao's tightly closed lips and teeth. The dizzy feeling of dizziness quickly made Zhu Yao give up resistance, and took off Qu Qingcheng's glasses again.

Qu Qingcheng is at the most beautiful age for a woman, like a fertile valley, with a mysterious natural magnet buried under numerous fruits, attracting Zhu Yao to cling to it.

She is like a lost child, lingering in a peach blossom garden with beautiful scenery, where you can see, eat, play, and there are wonders everywhere.

Climb the rolling mountains and pick the most delicate flowers.

That flower is sweet.

Explore winding valleys and play in the thickest woods.

The stream water is also sweet.

The two slender arch bridges were erected on Zhu Yao's shoulders, shaking slightly as Zhu Yao swam away.

******

When lying back on the pillow, Zhu Yao had Qu Qingcheng in his arms.

"Do you want to take a shower?"

Qu Qingcheng's voice was soft: "I don't want to move."

"Then...you wait."

Zhu Yao got up and went to the bathroom to find a pack of tissues.

After lying down again, Qu Qingcheng lay back in Zhu Yao's arms.

Breathing gradually becomes slow and steady.

"Sleepy?" Zhu Yao could kiss Qu Qingcheng's soft hair as soon as he pressed his chin: "Go to sleep, we'll talk about everything tomorrow."

In fact, Zhu Yao had a strange feeling in his heart at that time.

In Qu Qingcheng's "release" just now, when the two of them completely merged into one, Zhu Yao suddenly felt that the things she was worried about before were not so important.

As long as she hugs Qu Qingcheng,

As long as Qu Qingcheng hugs her back.

Is there anything that can't be overcome?

Those words that could not be uttered just now hit her heart violently, making her heart pound.

She made a solemn decision——

Tomorrow morning, after she sorts out these turbulent, fragmented and warm words, she will formally confess her love to Qu Qingcheng.

Thinking of this, her heart warmed up, and she lowered her head to look at Qu Qingcheng in her arms.

Qu Qingcheng closed her eyes, and from Zhu Yao's perspective, she could see her eyelashes trembling slightly like slender moth wings.

"You haven't sung me a good night song yet." Qu Qingcheng said suddenly, "I sang it to you."

"Uh... really want to hear it?" Zhu Yao was embarrassed, she was really tone deaf.

Qu Qingcheng let out a "huh".

Zhu Yao lowered his head and kissed Qu Qingcheng's hair again: "Then why don't you wait for me to go back and practice?"

"Tomorrow, I will sing for you tomorrow."

Zhu Yao also worked hard.

"Okay, I'll let you off today." Qu Qingcheng smiled lightly, "However, you can't sleep here today."

"What?!" Zhu Yao was shocked.

Although she is not as tired as Qu Qingcheng now, she spent a lot of physical strength just now, and her hands are soft. This news is too cruel.

Qu Qingcheng gave a "hmm", indicating that the news was true: "My mother will come to see me tomorrow morning, so it's not good for her to see you here."

"Oh, it's early in the morning, what are you doing?"

Qu Qingcheng smiled: "Come and make me small wontons. If you want to eat, you can stay here."

"Uh...forget it."

Qu Qingcheng pushed Zhu Yao: "Then get up, don't really fall asleep in a while."

Zhu Yao had been brewing for a long time before he could support his tired and limp body and get up from the warm blanket in winter.

The degree of difficulty is greater than any previous morning self-study before getting up early.

When Zhu Yao stood beside the bed changing clothes, Qu Qingcheng half leaned on the bed and looked at her.

She didn't wear glasses, but her delicate face became gentle and infinite because of the "frolicking" just now, and she didn't feel cold.

Zhu Yao was wearing Xiaozhi's colorful skirt in the play, and when she reached out to pull the zipper on her side, she took a look at Qu Qingcheng.

Qu Qingcheng smiled and asked, "What do you see me doing? I'm thirsty, can you pour me a glass of water?"

Zhu Yao said, "Of course."

She went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water, adjusted the temperature of the water to just enough to drink, took it back to the room and handed it to Qu Qingcheng.

Qu Qingcheng took a big sip: "The temperature is just right." Then he looked at Zhu Yao: "You're still looking at me, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Zhu Yao walked back to the corner of the bed to put on her down jacket: "I was just thinking, when you asked me to take a shower and change into pajamas, you never said that your mother would come tomorrow morning."

"Well, I remembered it suddenly." Qu Qingcheng smiled while drinking water, "It's good that I remembered, otherwise it would be embarrassing tomorrow morning."

Zhu Yao pulled up the down jacket: "Then I'm leaving?"

"Yeah." Qu Qingcheng nodded, suddenly remembered: "By the way, when you come to the set tomorrow morning, can you bring me a pancake fruit? It's the kind you brought me last time."

"Didn't your mother come to make small wontons for you tomorrow morning?" Zhu Yao couldn't help but walked to Qu Qingcheng's side, reached out and pinched Qu Qingcheng's face: "Can you still eat?"

Because of the intense fight just now, the faint pinkness on Qu Qingcheng's face has not completely faded away, and when it comes to food at this moment, there is a little childish feeling, a kind of girlish beauty.

Let Zhu Yao's heart melt into one piece.

Zhu Yao likes these small and intimate moments. In these fragments of time fragments like starlight, the usually mature and elegant Qu Qingcheng is her own little girl.

Just like only she can see the tattoo on Qu Qingcheng's back, they are the ones who share secrets.

"Why can't I eat it?" Qu Qingcheng said with a smile, "You can eat two less wontons and freeze them. I just... want to eat pancakes, can't I?"

"Okay." Zhu Yao smiled and pinched Qu Qingcheng's face again: "I'll add two eggs, two intestines, the super deluxe version, okay?"

Qu Qingcheng snorted: "Treat me like a starving ghost."

"Qu Qingcheng, I'm warning you, don't show such an expression."

Because it has no strength and is a little soft, it is unexpectedly cute.

"If you do this again, I will be reluctant to leave."

"Okay, then I'm not leaving. Stay here to meet my mother tomorrow morning, and watch her make small wontons with a toothbrush in your mouth."

Zhu Yao glared at her lightly: "It will scare me..."

"Then I'm leaving? I'll bring you pancakes tomorrow morning, okay?"

Qu Qingcheng held the water glass and nodded with a chuckle: "Okay."

******

When Zhu Yao came out of Qu Qingcheng's house, he took a look across the street. Finally, the set was deserted, and it turned into a quiet darkness, blending into the vast night.

She put her hands in the pockets of the down jacket and walked out of Qu Qingcheng's compound.

She was tired and the weather was cold, but she didn't take a taxi right away, but walked slowly along the road.

Maybe it's because the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, it reminds her of that wonderful "trip" tonight, and it also reminds her of Qu Qingcheng's holy moonlight-like face.

As she explored, patches of bright red began to appear on that face, and the delicate brows were wrinkled like moss, and the blood in the skin was the flowers blooming on it.

The little indulgence in holiness, the strange and strong contrast, has a kind of magic that makes people want to stop.

It's like sucking people in.

Zhu Yao walked slowly along the side of the moonlit road, remembering the scene she hadn't acted in today.

During the intense fight with Qu Qingcheng just now, she actually had another strange feeling in her heart.

I felt that she and Qu Qingcheng at that time were very similar to Xiaozhi and Teacher Xu in today's scene.

Suddenly, the tension and bewilderment of the past were gone, and I was completely released, with a kind of determination not to mention the past or the future.

It was Qu Qingcheng who was guiding her.

As if all they had was the present.

When Qu Qingcheng frowned and hummed softly, her ankle rubbed against Zhu Yao's shoulder. At that time, Zhu Yao's world was spinning, and her heart was like thunder, and a feeling arose in her heart that was—

Maybe tomorrow, tomorrow Qu Qingcheng will disappear.

Later, when Qu Qingcheng suddenly said that she couldn't stay overnight tonight, that strange feeling came back to her heart.

When she was changing clothes, she watched Qu Qingcheng because she wanted to see if Qu Qingcheng would be still there tomorrow.

It wasn't until Qu Qingcheng asked her to bring pancakes tomorrow morning that the strange feeling finally disappeared.

Well, she was thinking too much.

Tomorrow morning, after she has sorted out the words in her heart, she will have to confess her love to Qu Qingcheng.

Zhu Yao put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket and walked slowly under the moonlight.

How did the ancient literati describe the moonlight?Zhu Yao's Chinese performance is not so good, and now I can only think of a sentence from a poet in the Song Dynasty-"May I be like a star king like a moon, and the night and night stream will be bright and clean."

In my vague impression, there are some romantic poems related to love.

As Zhu Yao walked, his body and mind gradually relaxed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Although both she and Qu Qingcheng have unforgettable pasts, but fortunately, the sun and moon will rise as usual tomorrow.

She will still see Qu Qingcheng tomorrow morning and night.

She was thinking, when the sun rose tomorrow, what kind of expression would Qu Qingcheng have on his face when he heard her confession?

The author says:

感谢在2021-11-0412:51:20~2021-11-0516:54:34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 angel who threw the grenade: 1 Zhaohai;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: I will give you 2 pieces of watermelon in the middle; 1 piece for Mu Chenyan, Lubianshe, Youzhi, -□コナソ;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: ignorant customs or ideals, Ling Mio Ling, 429046910 bottles; Ana, I actually grow a beard 2 bottles;

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

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