Juliet Tower

Next week is the mid-term exam, so the teachers unanimously reduced their homework and left time for everyone to review independently.

There is no second period of evening self-study on Fridays. The evening is always the busiest time for the school. The students pack up their small suitcases and run under the reddish sunset, spending the weekend in high spirits. Mi's roadside is full of illegally parked private cars. I haven't seen them for a week, and the parents and children are harmonious.

Qiao Yumian is used to leaving later to avoid crowds outside the school, and even more so to avoid meeting Han Zhuoyi and her mother Yu Ying.

Since his parents officially divorced in the second year of junior high, this Aunt Yu may have cared for him out of kindness. She often gave him something for him to take home to his mother, such as milk from Australia and New Zealand, or imported fruits, and even a set of expensive ones. pots and utensils, and at the end I have to explain: "Your mother is not easy, boys should be more sensible."

He was embarrassed to tell the other party that in fact Li Huijun didn't accept the favor at all, but felt humiliated. She took all the milk and fruits to the company and distributed them to colleagues, and none of them entered the stomachs of Qiao Yumian's mother and son.As for the set of pots and utensils, it has not been opened so far, and it has been thrown in the deepest part of the corner cabinet in the kitchen to accumulate dust.

Seeing that the campus was almost empty, Qiao Yumian threw the heavy schoolbag on his shoulders and took the time to catch the car.

Li Huijun didn't say anything before the exam, but delivered fruit, snacks and milk to the bedroom desk more frequently.Qiao Yumian sighed in her heart, then obediently ate it, accepting the scrutiny again and again.

Recently, Li Huijun doesn't know if it's because of insomnia due to menopause, and the dark circles under his eyes are scary.

"Mom, go to bed early." After washing, Qiao Yumian found her lying on the sofa in a daze, with a gloomy complexion, her shoulder-length hair tied in a loose bun, and a few strands hanging down to cover her cheeks, which highlighted the fatigue of a middle-aged woman.

In fact, Li Huijun's appearance is superior, but he neglects to take care of it, and has deep thoughts. He looks older and stronger than his peers, so that people ignore his beauty.She didn't move, as if she was going to sit here until dawn. Qiao Yumian felt uncomfortable seeing it, so she walked over and sat beside her and patted the back of her bruised hand: "Mom? Can I warm you a cup of milk?"

"Huh?" The light returned to Li Huijun's empty pupils, "No, you go to sleep. I'm asleep too."

The living room lights went out, and the door of the second bedroom next door clicked shut.

Qiao Yumian lay down on the big bed in the master bedroom, tossed and turned for a while before falling asleep.

He has always been a light sleeper, so the moment Li Huijun opened the door quietly, he was awakened.

The sound of the zipper of the schoolbag, the sound of rummaging, and the trembling of the pages of the book.After turning over everything inside and out, the things were restored to their original state, and then the door was closed and the room was exited.

Sleepwalking in general.

Since junior high school, Lee Hye-jun will look through his personal belongings from light to dark.

Qiao Yumian opened his eyes, and the dim light of the street lamp passed through the window, illuminating the clean and tidy desk... He suddenly stood on his head, jumped up from the bed, rushed to the door barefoot, and opened the bedroom door.

Sure enough, Li Huijun stood in the dark living room, holding a cluster of cold lights.

On the screen of the phone was the message Qiao Zhe sent him more than a month ago.

The anger that burst out in his heart just now suddenly extinguished.

Everything is breathless.The oxygen is too thin, so that nothing can burn. He silently swallowed the phrase "don't touch my phone", and after the room, drawers, schoolbags, and pockets, he gave up the last piece of free territory.

He began to hate Qiao Zhe.It was clean there, so it's okay for people to see it, if it wasn't for his father, who only called once every two or three months, to make trouble for him.

Qiao Zhe couldn't hide his face and announced his marriage to his son himself, so this WeChat message became a handle for people to grasp.

"You knew already."

As soon as the phone screen went off, they returned to darkness, unable to see each other's expressions clearly.

Qiao Yumian gave a low "hmm".

"You know, why didn't you tell me. Did you deliberately want me to know from others, to embarrass me!"

"No, I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable if you find out..." Qiao Yumian tried to defend herself.

"What's wrong with me? It's been more than 700 days since I received the divorce certificate!" Li Huiyun gasped harder and harder, "What do you think your father is! No one but you would take him as a joke! Does he care about you? Do you care about your future! He only cares about himself!"

……

"Mom, don't be angry. He married him, we..."

Snapped!

I don't know if it's because the insomnia is used to the ability to see things in the dark, so Li Huijun slapped him in the middle of the left cheek firmly, impartially.

……

"...Mom, calm down..." For Li Huijun, he felt guilty.

He doesn't hate Qiao Zhe, nor does he hate that Xu Manman, this is shame.In his opinion, it is not so much derailment in marriage as it is that his parents are not divorced due to a breakdown in their relationship, which makes all this look like derailment in marriage.

When it comes to Xu Manman, he has no turmoil in his heart, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with his father's good life.

After all, there is no way to restore broken feelings, so what's the use of hating.

He pushed his cheek from the inside with the tip of his tongue, it was hot, but luckily the strength was not too strong.He has grown taller, and Li Huijun actually took a lot of effort to slap him.

He stood quietly on the spot, listening to the other party's anger gradually dissipating into disappointment and grievance, before moving to the table and pouring a glass of water back: "Mom, drink some water. Don't be angry. It's not worth it. We live our lives .”

Li Huijun flicked away the water glass and hugged her son, her thin body was shaking violently, she raised her head and touched the palm prints left by herself, choked up: "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry. It's my mother's fault. It's my mother's fault, but Mother……"

Mom only has you.He understands this sentence without saying it.

He indulged in the rare soft maternal love for a few seconds, then woke up again.

"Go to bed early, Mom." He glanced at the phone Li Huijun was holding in his hand, and finally didn't ask to come back.I've already seen the most unreadable things, let's turn them over, if it can make her feel more at ease.

As if escaping, it was easy to survive the weekend.

Qiao Yumian went out before six o'clock, took two or three bites of the fresh shrimp and egg sandwiches that were still warm on the table, and got into the car.

In the sound of writing, it was Friday in a blink of an eye.

After handing in the final biology test, I met Han Zhuoyi at the door. She was holding a basket of beautifully packaged white strawberries, which looked like a disposable gift box from an imported supermarket: "My mother asked me to give it to you when I bought too much at home. Go back and eat."

Qiao Yumian heard whispers around her.

"That's Han Zhuoyi from your class. I was in the same exam room as her for the biology test just now, and she handed in the paper in half an hour..."

"Who is that boy? I haven't seen it much... which dormitory?"

"We're a day student in our class. Go away and don't look at it! Wipe your saliva!"

Han Zhuoyi was a little impatient with holding a basket of strawberries, so he simply stuffed them into his hand: "Take it, it's delicious."

He didn't want to refute others' face in public, so he had to accept it, and casually said: "How did you do in the exam?"

"It's okay, about six hundred and ninety, not seven hundred. I didn't answer well in Chinese and math." She took out her mobile phone and looked at it. "My mother is here, let's go first, bye."

Six hundred and nine...

Mathematics is difficult, physical chemistry is as always stretching hips, this time it is only six hundred and twenty-three...

When he thought about what he would encounter on the day when the grades were released, he couldn't bear to go downstairs and go home.

He is like a middle-aged man who has lost interest in his family and spends as much time at school as possible.

As usual, he came to the top floor of the empty teaching building, the sunset, the orange-pink sky, the tail clouds of the plane, the cheers of leaving school early, and the tranquility amidst the noise.

He threw the schoolbag and the basket of strawberries that he didn't know what to do with under his feet, and propped his hands up to the chest-high wall, sitting on the edge overlooking the campus in groups of students answering questions and sharing snacks.

Only 15 minutes after the test, the sports lover has already changed into his jersey quickly, and sprinted towards the entrance of the gymnasium with the basketball in his arms.

The autumn wind was pervasive, brushing the ends of his hair, opening his neckline with two buttons, and exposing his ankles at the edge of his socks, which was cool and refreshing.

The results won't come out until next week, and next week's affairs will be left to next week's self to worry about.

He relaxed his shoulders, let the sky open upright, the sky was so close, as if he could touch it with a stretch.

Qiao Yumian was so immersed in the rare relaxation that she didn't notice anyone approaching quietly.

The moment he got up, a force suddenly appeared in his lower back, grabbed his belt and dragged him off the wall.

After a moment of weightlessness, the tail cloud that was about to dissipate swayed in front of his eyes, and then he fell to the ground with a bang.

Strictly speaking, it fell on someone.

As if to prevent him from escaping, two thin but powerful arms climbed his ribs like vines and locked them firmly.

The author says:

A certain fish is really worrying too much...