Juliet Tower

With his arms together, Qiao Yumian was trapped by the person under him, struggling a few times, the person let out a muffled groan but didn't let go, bound him even tighter, and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, you're okay trust me."

The first sentence was anxious and forceful, and the latter sentence sank, and the voice was mixed with gasping for resistance, as if the clouds were about to be blown away by him.

It sounds familiar.

Qiao Yumian stopped struggling, and called out tentatively, "An Jiayu?"

"Um. It's me."

Forcibly holding him down and staring at the sky for 3 minutes, An Jiayu finally let go, got up and dragged him all the way, shoving him into the door and standing in the corridor.

Qiao Yumian couldn't figure out the brain circuit of this person at all: "Wait, where are you going?"

"Please eat."

"It's only 04:30."

"...Then please..."

Qiao Yumian shook off his painful wrist: "An Jiayu, what are you doing, my schoolbag is still on the rooftop..."

With that said, he turned around and walked back.

"I'll get it for you, just stand here and wait for me." An Jiayu took the first step to block the door leading to the rooftop, with earnest eyes.

Qiao Yumian suddenly understood his series of nonsensical actions.

"You, you just now, don't you think I'm going to jump?"

The other party's eyebrows twitched, and then fell back to the original place: "No, you... why are you standing in such a dangerous place..." He breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the doorknob, and sighed after Qiao Yumian, "Scared to death me."

Qiao Yumian was amused, picked up the basket on the ground, took advantage of the situation and sat on "such a dangerous place", and tore off the plastic wrap covering the expensive box of white strawberries.

An Jiayu hesitated and climbed up, and suddenly found a fall-proof platform more than one meter wide under his feet, and was stunned for a long time.

Qiao Yumian placed the small fruit basket between the two of them. Under the direct light, the surface of the strawberries showed a gradual light pink color. Each strawberry was in a regular cone shape and smelled very fruity.He tried his best not to touch the clean body of the strawberry, and squeezed the stem of the fruit and bit it into his mouth. The juice was full, sweet and sour, but it didn't seem to have any advantage over ordinary red strawberries. The three times the price probably all depended on the girl. The blush is generally on the value of the face.

An Jiayu seemed to be a little afraid of heights, with her arms folded and her knees tucked up, she raised her head, looking at the sky but not the ground: "I thought it was because you failed the exam, but I can't think about it, isn't it every year in the news that candidates are too stressed to jump off the building?" .”

"Have you hit it yet, played steadily, although it's not very good." He paused, then turned his head to sweep the dirty shirt shoulder of the man next to him, "It's not like I'm going to die..."

"Calm down and think about it, it's not possible. But those who jump down usually haven't had time to calm down." An Jiayu took the one closest to her, and bit out a pair of rabbit teeth marks.

"What are you doing on the rooftop by yourself..." Qiao Yu Mian thought there was no one here before, so she didn't know where he was hiding just now.

The other party was taken aback, turned around and jumped down, and walked towards the huge water tank. When he came back, he had a transparent A4 folder in his hand: "I almost forgot about it because of your trouble..."

It is a musical score, first a whole line of rests, and then a whole line of dense tadpoles.Look carefully, each line is marked with a word on the far left, like English is not.The beginning is flauti. Italian flute.

"Symphony score." An Jiayu pointed to the title.

II Adagio.Qiao Yumian recalled it, it meant adagio.He started playing the flute at the age of six, and has been learning flute intermittently for seven or eight years. After passing the tenth grade in the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school, he put it on the shelf, just like triumphantly returning from a task assigned by Li Huijun, and never played it again. These musical terms gradually began to be forgotten, maybe In another two years, the breath will weaken, and the fingering will be as rusty as a beginner.

An Jiayu said, "Dvořák No. [-], the second movement. You know."

Qiao Yumian couldn't tell the number of the symphony by whom so-and-so, so he couldn't tell which movement it was.

He only knew the fate of Beethoven, Johann Strauss's Blue Danube, which is both popular and has a specific name.

Before he could shake his head, An Jiayu hummed a simple melody softly, with excellent pitch, which made his heart ache.

He had really heard this melody.

On Christmas Day in the sixth grade of elementary school, Qiao Yumian walked out of the school gate and saw the tall and handsome dad in the middle of the gate, smiling happier than ever.

At that time, the relationship between Qiao Zhe and Li Huijun was about to freeze. They pretended to be safe and sound in front of their son, but Qiao Yumian was not stupid, and closed the two doors at night. He could hear it, feel it.Li Huijun would occasionally turn the blame on him.

Don't be picky eaters!Did you preview your homework?Has the flute been cleaned?Wrong again here!How many times! !

Some anger was unreasonable, especially at eleven or twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, when the quarrel between the two broke up unhappily, Li Huijun angrily pushed open the door of Qiao Yumian's room, flipped through his schoolbag angrily, and threw the textbooks to the bedside: "The books are so clean! Have you worked hard! Don't be like your father, who doesn't seek to make progress, and sits in one position for many years without moving. Life is a retreat if you don't advance!"

For the first time ever, their father and son did not have access to the housekeeper's house. They forgot about the upcoming final exam and walked aimlessly on the road.

Passing by the Catholic Church, the stained glass windows were full of light and shadow, and someone happened to push open the exquisitely carved wooden door from the inside. Qiao Yumian saw a dozen children of seven or eight years old, dressed in pure white robes, standing in front of a large piece of burning white candles Sing gospel songs.

Going home, going home

I am going home

Shadows gone, break of day

Real life has begun

The child's voice is unpretentious, and the church architecture is amazing, infinitely amplifying the ethereal and holy voice.

Qiao Zhe also stared at the wooden door, and after a long silence, he patted his son on the head: "Let's go, we are going home too."

They bought a six-inch strawberry cake and walked all the way back.

He remembered the snow that fell in response to the occasion at that time, paved a thin blanket for the way home, remembered his father's warm big hands, the hug before entering the door, and the catchy melody.

The child's voice in memory overlapped with An Jiayu's low humming in front of him to create a stereo effect.

He nodded and said he had.Then I looked at the half-bitten strawberry in my hand... Is it a strawberry again?

The days in late autumn are short, and the process of getting dark is only a moment. Before they can react, they have been blown through by the cold wind.

The strawberry cake many years ago was divided between him and his mother.

At that time, Qiao Zhe sent his son to the door of the house and did not go in. He just handed him the cake box and said, "Baby, you go in first."

Seeing her mother tearfully eating the cake, Qiao Yumian finally learned that her father had decided to move out of the house.

"Hey, Qiao Yumian... Junior!" An Jiayu frowned, making a gesture to flick his forehead.

He suddenly came back to his senses, and found that he had forgotten to chew the strawberry in his mouth, and stared at him for a long time.

"I should go back." Qiao Yumian picked up her schoolbag.

"strawberry……"

"Take it back and eat it." Qiao Yumian didn't want to take the half-basket of strawberries all the way to the bus and subway, and secondly, taking it back would make Li Huiyun unhappy, so it was unnecessary.

"Just thank you for saving me." After turning his head, he couldn't help but laugh first.

"Just give your savior a few strawberries!" An Jiayu shouted angrily behind him.

On the day when the results came out, Han Zhuoyi, the top student in science who failed the exam, had a total score of 699, which was really not 700.

There are more than 200 science students, Qiao Yumian has a total score of 625, barely squeezed into the top 50 of the grade, and did not distance himself from the dozens behind him.

Li Huijun was stunned when she saw the results. She looked at her son suspiciously, with disbelief written all over her face.

Chinese 129, Mathematics 119, English 141, Biology 92, Physics 70, Chemistry 74.

"Only 70 points in physics? You," a face gradually turned red, as if drinking alcohol.It's just that for her, it's emotional, "You... Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry, you..."

Qiao Yumian knew what was interesting, he could see that his mother was angry, but he was afraid of saying something too harsh.

"I don't know much about it." He is not sensitive to numbers. He was born with good grades since he was a child, because science was not difficult at that time, and he had a good memory and he was enlightened in English early.But now that the subjects were divided, he gave up his advantages and compared with others with his shortcomings, and he was immediately inferior.

"Your father and I are strong in mathematics, physics and chemistry, so you can't have problems. Find a way, don't pretend to waste time, learning is not for me." These are the most gentle words that Li Huijun can say.

Qiao Yumian nodded.

"How much is Han Zhuoyi's score?" Li Huijun asked suddenly when the dinner was served.

It's time to come.

"699, number one in grade." As soon as Qiao Yumian finished speaking, she saw her mother put down her chopsticks, picked up the water glass next to her and drank half of it, silently staring at a table of dishes, without taking another sip.

Seeing his mother like this, he also lost his appetite in an instant, but would rather be scolded.

But he has no right to have no appetite. The meal was carefully prepared for him by his mother after a hard day's work, so he is still trying to stuff it into his mouth.

Han Zhuoyi is a natural academic master, not to mention that he is not the type who is stupid and mediocre at all. He plays when he wants to play and dresses up when he wants to. He is popular, generous and cheerful. He has not lost his cello since elementary school. Keep violin lessons every two weeks, and keep participating in the school's orchestra...

Qiao Yumian can't change others, so she can only insist on waiting until one day Li Huiyun has a complete epiphany and accepts the reality that his son is just an ordinary person.

The author says:

Little Joe is super cute.Super obedient.