Juliet Tower

Ever since her phone was flipped in the middle of the night, Qiao Yumian occasionally suffered from insomnia.

I was so sleepy that my eyelids were fighting, but when I closed my eyes, I didn’t feel sleepy. I felt Li Huijun’s sighing in my ears. After falling asleep, I was often awakened by a slight noise. Several times a night, I was drowsy every day until the end of self-study in the morning. with.

So he seized his lunch break at school, brushed up questions during self-study classes, rushed to do homework, and tried to go to bed earlier, but it still didn't work. He had to wear earphones in the middle of the night and listen to some vague and boring stream-of-consciousness English audiobooks. perception.

"Qiao Yumian." He was drowsy in the self-study class, the head teacher walked in lightly, patted him on the shoulder and whispered to him, "Come out."

He was startled, and his heart skipped a beat, don't try to persuade him to switch to liberal arts...

I anxiously followed them out of the classroom, only to find that there were other people waiting in the corridor. They were music teachers. They had taught them a few classical music appreciation classes in their first year of high school, and they seemed to be able to play the harp.

The corridor was silent, he followed the music teacher quietly through, and went upstairs again, to the office of the music teacher who had never set foot before.

"Sit down." The teacher, who was not even familiar, opened a stool for him.

"Mr. Chen, I'll just stand up." He finally remembered the name of the teacher who met every two weeks during his first year of high school.

"That's right, you've been sitting all day." Teacher Chen turned on the computer, "Qiao Yumian, you can play the flute, right? I saw it on your admission application form."

"... Yes, yes, but I haven't touched it since the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school..." He answered truthfully.

"It doesn't matter. It's been more than two years since the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school. I passed the tenth grade, so I should still have the foundation." The teacher smiled nicely and asked softly, "Our school's orchestra You have to attend the New Year's Eve party in the city, you know?"

He nodded.

Their private experimental high school has an outrageously high repayment rate, and the orchestra is another living sign. It is well-known throughout the country and has won many awards.

In an ordinary high school, you can easily find a large number of students who can play the piano, violin, and flute, but it is not easy to get together such unpopular instruments as viola, French horn, and bassoon.

The source of students here is special, and the parents are successful in their careers. To be modest, they start from the middle class.With top-notch economic conditions, the expectations for children are naturally not as simple as getting into a good university.Most of the students in the school belong to the type of winning at the starting line. Excellent grades in the senior high school entrance examination are the minimum qualifications. Many people have been exposed to high-level classical music since childhood. It is also a compulsory course for many people.

"Now there is something wrong with our orchestra. The chief flute has transferred to the United States this semester. I originally wanted someone else to take over, but as it happened, another flute fell while practicing equestrianism last week and broke his arm. It was too late a year ago. He recovered. Most of the third-year students focused on the exam and quit the group. Originally, there were only four or five flutes left, and only one was able to participate in the performance on time, so now there must be a replacement."

Seeing his hesitation, Teacher Chen was not in a hurry: "You go back and think about it, and give me an answer before next week. But now I'm only a sophomore in high school, so it's time to combine work and rest. Music and group activities are all good. It is a way to decompress and relax. And it does not require you to participate in it for a long time, just for these two months, it is enough to spend 2 or 3 hours every Friday afternoon to rehearse with everyone.”

It's exciting to decompress and relax.

He was only divided into classes at first, and because of his day-to-day study, he didn't have any classmates who got close to him after half a semester. Don't dare to look at him, as if he is a problem student with a bad temper.

"Then can I go back and discuss it with my family?"

"Of course," the teacher looked at him and nodded.

When he got home, he looked up at the top of the bookcase.

I remember that in the summer vacation after finishing the tenth level exam, he stepped on the pedal to put it on. Now he only needs to stand on tiptoe and stretch his arms to reach the dusty black box from the top of the bookcase.

This old Yamaha 282 has not been played for a long time, and it has been neglected in maintenance. It has ugly oxidation marks.Wipe the mouthpiece and put it under the lips... out of tune is a bit obvious.

When Li Huijun entered the door, he saw that he was cleaning the body of the flute, and he walked up to him and frowned: "What are you doing with the flute?"

He thought for a while, and said honestly: "The school teacher asked me if I would like to participate in the New Year's Day performance of the orchestra, and said that a flute was missing."

"New Year's Day... Isn't that about the final exam?"

"Well, the final exam is in mid-January." He paused, "but it's just a rehearsal every Friday afternoon."

Li Huijun opened his mouth, closed it again, pondered for a long time before asking: "Did you mention that to your aunt before... Han Zhuoyi will be on TV this New Year's Day?"

The New Year's Eve concert will indeed be broadcast live on TV.He nodded: "She is the principal cello in the orchestra."

"Then, practice hard, but don't delay your studies..." After Li Huijun finished speaking, he carried the dishes into the kitchen.

He froze for a moment, thanks to Han Zhuoyi for his unprecedented words of encouragement.

Early on Sunday morning, Qiao Yumian took the box to the piano store, and found a long-lost professional to maintain and repair the flute.

But after the inspection, the other party found it difficult: "This kind of assembly line produces nickel-nickel-nickel copper basic models, which are generally entry-level ones, and they have to be replaced after a few years...You have to be more than ten years old, right? The man shook his head and sighed, "If you want to continue playing, I suggest you get a new one. It should be handmade. If you take good care of a sterling silver flute, it will not be a problem if you keep it for ten or twenty years."

"Yes, it's been ten years..." Qiao Yumian knew it well, "It was last maintained three years ago... it hasn't been touched again."

"There is a problem with the mouthpiece, and the parts inside are not very good. You can blow it hard, but the sound quality will be affected. You can hear it yourself."

Of course he didn't need to embarrass the other party.Although it was a bit regrettable, he couldn't spend money on a new flute just for this performance, and there was no such thing as a one-off.

During his lunch break on Monday, he knocked on the door of his office.

"Please come in."

He entered in response, but there was someone else sitting at Mr. Chen's desk.

The man didn't seem to be surprised by his appearance at all, so he handed him a sheet of music: "It's ready for you, take the time to get familiar with it, and rehearse with everyone on Friday."

"...You? What are you doing here? What is this?" Qiao Yumian flipped through the music score in astonishment, and on the cover were two lines of black letters with the scent of ink:

Dvoák-Symphony No.9 in Eminor, Op.95;

'From the new world'

flute1.

The flute part of Dvořák's Ninth Symphony, which he saw on the roof that day.

"Are you waiting for me?" Apart from them, there was no teacher in the office.

"That's right, I picked you." An Jiayu smiled, "Your class..." He changed his expression with a flicker of expression, "In our second year of high school, there are not many who can play the flute. You are the only one with acting experience."

"You picked..." Qiao Yumian almost forgot that this person is a future violinist who won an award at a young age.

The chief violinist is the number one figure in the orchestra other than the conductor, and the selection of the responsible personnel is his duty.

"but……"

"Don't tell me you don't agree..." The other party interrupted him, "It won't waste much time, Xueba. For two or three hours, it's time to change your mind and rest."

"I haven't played for a long time, and the flute has not been maintained, so it can't be used." He said truthfully, "So, I'd better choose another..."

"I have it. I don't practice the flute very often, so I can borrow it from you first." Although the man was careless, he was a bit intolerant.

"You... lend me?" Qiao Yumian couldn't believe her ears.

"Yeah. Don't worry, I'll keep it clean and I'll give it to you on Friday." An Jiayu pushed him out with a familiar look, "I'm hungry, let's go to the cafeteria together?"

But the matter of "borrowing" a musical instrument seems a bit awkward.

When I went to flute class earlier, the teacher jokingly compared the flute to a "lover" and told them to take good care of it.

He didn't understand at first, and thought the metaphor was exaggerated, until one time he went to drink water in the middle of practice, Qiao Zhe picked up the flute he had put on the table and tried to play a few times on a whim, but it didn't sound.Seeing other people's lips sticking to the mouthpiece, he immediately spit out a mouthful of water, goosebumps crawled all over his neck, immediately snatched it off, and even wiped it inside and out in front of his father for a long time angrily.

"Okay, I won't blow it indiscriminately in the future. I'm like a little girl, and I have a cleanliness." Qiao Zhe laughed at him.

This is not a problem of cleanliness... It seems that I really feel uncomfortable that my privacy has been touched.Later, when he grew up, he also naturally understood that everyone always has some items that they don’t want to borrow, such as sneakers, cameras, newly bought mountain bikes, and so on.

"The second self-study class on Friday, rehearse in the small auditorium."

An Jiayu invited him back for lunch.

It's just that they were frequently noticed by the people around them this meal.

"Hey, I won't be assassinated by those girls who have a crush on you..." An Jiayu poured a spoonful of soft rotten tofu into her mouth, and then exhaled from the heat, "The two at the back table have been staring at you for 10 minutes, yes?" Are you in the science class..."

Qiao Yumian was too lazy to turn his head to concentrate on eating, but the word "re-reading" suddenly stood out from the whispers, and he subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the person opposite, accurately capturing the fleeting sense of loss.

The author says:

Xiao Qiao shocked os: Just lend me my wife...

see you next wednesday