Time makes you fall

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Looking back now, what earth-shattering events happened in 2016.

Shenzhou NO.11 was launched successfully.Kobe retired.Xiao Lizi finally became the Oscar winner.

In Zhu Yao's memory, what happened on Teacher's Day on September 9 is definitely one of them.

On that Saturday, the second year of high school was in class as usual, the only difference was that there was no evening self-study, which was worthy of joy.

Zhuyao carried her schoolbag early in the morning, walked through a classroom smelling of soy milk and pancakes and fruit, and walked to her seat in the third-to-last row.

A voice of babbling and endorsement: "Do you want a friend who you could tell everything to..."

Maybe it's because Shang Xiaoran's voice is pretty, or maybe it's simply because Shang Xiaoran is speaking Chinese, Zhu Yao can hear clearly even if he lowers his voice.

"When will it be delivered?"

"Before class or after class?"

"Before class, Teacher Qu can see it as soon as he comes in."

Zhu Yao lowered his head, opened his English textbook and stood up to block his pancakes.

Maybe it was because of being too nervous, until 2021 when he recalled, Zhu Yao could still clearly remember what was in that pancake fruit.

One sausage, one marinated egg, one piece of thin crisp with a little meat floss.

In the classroom in summer, there is a smell that is a bit fragrant and a bit greasy.

Zhu Yao has a lot of experience in eating breakfast in the classroom. He needs to wrap it in a plastic bag for a while until it is crispy and soft, so that it will not crunch when biting.

After breakfast and reading comics, I got into the third Chinese class.

Zhu Yao remembered that after finishing exercises like a lazy leg shrimp, as soon as he returned to the classroom, he saw a handful of huge peonies hidden under the podium.

It is not hidden, and students who come and go can see it.

Yi Siyuan asked loudly: "Shang Xiaoran, what are you doing?"

Shang Xiaoran grinned: "Don't think I don't know, you also want to give Teacher Qu a gift, so you should."

Yi Siyuan was furious: "I want to give a fart!"

Shang Xiaoran: "The more I say I don't want to, the more I think about it, I don't have the guts to admit it, I'm afraid!"

Zhu Yao inexplicably felt that someone had poked his mind, and hurried through the thin air that was sucked dry by shouting and talking between Shang Xiaoran and Yi Siyuan.

When he sat back in his seat, he lowered his head and stuffed something thin into the desk drawer a little deeper.

The fingers curled up again, the nails pinched on the palm, the awkward arc, like a half-smiling mouth.

The school bell rang.

Qu Qingcheng walked into the classroom.

She is also wearing white today, a white cotton shirt, light pea green cotton cropped pants, and a pair of white loafers.

The soft leather is attached to Qu Qingcheng's white feet, and there is a gentle fold as it walks, hiding all unwillingness and sadness, leaving only the peace and beauty of the years.

She saw the flowers hidden under the podium and took them out: "This is it?"

Shang Xiaoran sat in his seat and said, "Teacher Qu, happy holidays! This is a gift from us girls!"

Several girls and her good friends sitting near Shang Xiaoran looked at Qu Qingcheng with smiles.

Qu Qingcheng: "You are not allowed to accept gifts."

Shang Xiaoran corrected: "It is not allowed to accept gifts that cost money."

"The peony is from my mother's garden, and the English newspaper is from Wang Nuoke. We wrapped it ourselves!"

Qu Qingcheng said "Oh", "No wonder it's a bit ugly."

Yi Siyuan took the lead and slapped the table and laughed.

Qu Qingcheng asked: "Wang Nuoke, the English newspaper you contributed, don't you just finish the topic?"

"Oh, Teacher Qu, how is it possible! You can see that it's all done."

Qu Qingcheng finally smiled: "Thank you."

"This is the first Teacher's Day gift in my life." The tone became solemn.

"You're welcome!" Shang Xiaoran became proud, as if he was very satisfied with the effect.

Zhu Yao always felt that Shang Xiaoran glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally.

******

A few minutes after the fourth period, before the people who went to the cafeteria for lunch had time to leave the classroom, Yi Siyuan rushed in: "Shang Xiaoran!"

Shang Xiaoran patted his chest: "Such a loud voice scared me to death, you are called a soul!"

"Isn't Class [-] the fourth Chinese class? I went to inquire, and none of them gave Teacher Qu a gift."

Classes [-] and [-] in high school were also taught Chinese by Qu Qingcheng.

Shang Xiaoran smiled: "What's the matter?"

"Then once you give this gift, you'll give us the face of the second squad leader." Yi Siyuan patted Shang Xiaoran on the shoulder: "Nice job!"

Shang Xiaoran opened his hand: "Of course, I asked you to see you off."

"I don't think it's bad to give gifts that cost money. Teacher Qu will definitely not accept them."

"So it's okay to send something that doesn't cost money?"

"I don't have the thoughts you girls have... Hey, what are you having for lunch today? If the food in the cafeteria is not good, let's order Mala Tang."

"Who wants to order with you."

"Let's save some money together..."

Talking and walking away.

Gradually, as the students flocked towards the cafeteria, the classroom gradually emptied.

Zhu Yao was the only one left, turning into a raised dot on the jigsaw puzzle, an abrupt presence in the empty classroom.

No one has ever asked Zhuyao to have dinner together. From today's point of view, this is a good thing.

Zhu Yao sat on the seat alone, and took out the thin thing from the bottom of the drawer.

An envelope, already sealed.

Zhu Yao was demolished again.

I took it out and it was a teacher's day greeting card. The three-dimensional sunflowers and ladybugs were not bad. When I went to the stationery store to buy it yesterday, I felt like a thief.

The palms of the tiptoe are sweating, for fear of bumping into the classmates.

Fortunately not.

"how much is it?"

"Ten dollars."

Pay the money and go, pedaling the mountain bike fast all the way.

Riding all the way back to the dark and empty home, and entering the study, I took out the greeting card and looked at it carefully.

The reason why Zhu Yao chose this greeting card is very simple - if it was Shang Xiaoran, he would probably choose this card, it is very cute and sweet.

Zhu Yao felt that Qu Qingcheng should like Shang Xiaoran very much. Every time Shang Xiaoran asked her questions after class, the gentle smile on her lips would become deeper.

Also, who doesn't like a good-looking and cheerful girl?The girls liked it, many boys led by Yi Siyuan liked it, and of course Qu Qingcheng also liked it.

If you don't like Shang Xiaoran, do you like yourself who is gloomy and out of gregarious?

"Maybe."

When these three words came to mind, Zhu Yao was taken aback by himself.

At that moment, what she remembered was Qu Qingcheng asking her: "The book you handed in your math homework today, isn't the cover blue?"

Those details that are buried in trivial daily life and no one notices.

Those words that Zhu Yao blurted out, and then he himself forgot.

Qu Qingcheng actually remembered it all.

Back in the classroom after talking to Qu Qingcheng that day, Shang Xiaoran asked her, "Zhu Yao, what gift did you give for Teacher's Day?"

Zhu Yao stared at Shang Xiaoran's pretty and cheerful face, thinking: Qu Qingcheng doesn't know the color of Shang Xiaoran's homework.

At that moment, there were many small bubbles in my heart, gurgling and popping out.

Like the bottle of Coke that Qu Qingcheng handed her the day before, every bubble was screaming happily.

To dilute Zhu Yinglan's always frowning face, to dilute Qi Shengjun's caring eyes for his youngest son when they eat together once a month, to dilute the dark emptiness of going home alone every day.

It turned into the word "valuing", and it fell firmly in Zhu Yao's heart.

in case.

If Teacher Qu, whom everyone likes, valued her inexplicably, everything would be different.

At that time, Zhu Yao replied to Shang Xiaoran: "I don't do this, it's troublesome." But after self-study the night before Teacher's Day, he secretly bought a greeting card.

She knew that Qu Qingcheng definitely didn't accept expensive gifts, but ten yuan shouldn't count.

The point is the sentence inside.

After much deliberation, I don't know what to write.

"Thank you for taking care of me"?It seems too polite.

"I wish you a bright future"?Who is the elder who is who?

Thinking of the end, it turned into a plain sentence "Happy Teacher's Day", which fell on the greeting card.

If it was Shang Xiaoran, he would definitely be able to write more witty words.

But this sentence was written by Zhu Yao after practicing it in the notebook about fifty times.

Still just as ugly.

But it couldn't have been better written.

******

to send.

Do not send.

Do you want to send it?

On September 9th, these three short sentences hovered in Zhu Yao's mind from the early morning, stained with the fragrant and greasy taste of pancake fruit, and became heavy.

She heard early in the morning that Shang Xiaoran and the others were going to send flowers before the third Chinese class.

Then, as long as she gave it earlier, it would become her first teacher's day gift for Qu Qingcheng, who just graduated from the teacher's graduate school.

The word "first" always has a special charm.

You can send it to the office after the morning self-study get out of class.

It can be sent to the office between classes.

There are obviously many opportunities, but that thin envelope is stuffed more and more in Zhu Yao's desk drawer.

until noon.

Zhu Yao thought about it, took a can of solid glue, and resealed the envelope containing the greeting card.

Caught in a book, walked in the direction of the teacher's office.

Losing the special feeling of "number one" made Zhu Yao feel disappointed, but at the same time let Zhu Yao breathe a sigh of relief.

Anyway, it wasn't Qu Qingcheng's first Teacher's Day gift in his life.

It doesn't matter what you send.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't like it.

While cheering herself up like this, Zhu Yao walked to the door of the teacher's office.

It stands to reason that the teachers should all go to eat, the school security is very good, the teachers don't have the habit of locking the door when they go to eat, Zhu Yao originally wanted to put the envelope on Qu Qingcheng's desk and leave.

I didn't expect someone in the office.

It was Qu Qingcheng.

Zhu Yao hid by the window.

Qu Qingcheng delayed going to the cafeteria today because she found a pure water bottle, cut half of it to make a vase, and put the peonies that Shang Xiaoran and the others gave her before, one by one.

The sun shines in through the corridor, the camphor exudes a special smell, and the singing of cicadas turns into a regular background sound that stabilizes the heartstrings.

Not a breath of wind.

The back of Qu Qingcheng wearing a white shirt is the only coolness. She slowly put peonies in her mouth, humming an old song: "Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows the threshold of Revlon... (Note 1)"

Zhu Yao hid deeper behind the window, pinching the book with the greeting card in a mocking wrinkle with his fingers.

no more.She decided not to send it.

It turned out that Qu Qingcheng liked the peony that Shang Xiaoran and the others gave so much.It turns out that only such a beautiful peony can set off such a beautiful Qu Qingcheng.

And she wrote ugly "Happy Teacher's Day" on the greeting card.What the hell, so childish.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave quietly, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind her: "Zhu Yao?"

Zhu Yao's heart trembled.

His eyes temporarily left Qu Qingcheng in the office, and looked back.

The author says:

Remark 1: From Teresa Teng's interpretation of Li Bai's "Qingping Tune".

感谢在2021-09-1210:15:02~2021-09-1316:14:34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 angels who cast mines: 3 for Mu Chenyan; 1 for Huanxi, forgot password countless times;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Antarctic May 6 bottles;

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