Juliet Tower

The alarm went off at four o'clock in the morning.

Qiao Yumian got up slowly, and when she lifted the quilt, she was shivered by the cold morning air.

An Jiayu had also opened his eyes, but lay motionless under the quilt, only the upper half of his face was awake, his mouth was covered under the quilt and he asked sullenly, "Is the sky fine...is it windy..."

He looks a little cowardly.

Qiao Yumian stared at the still-unlit sky: "...the weather forecast is sunny...breeze."

Qiao Yumian confirmed with him again and again last night that An Jiayu was determined to take a hot air balloon, and he didn't know where the courage came from for a person who dared not even open his eyes in a sightseeing elevator.

The whole voyage lasted more than an hour, floating in the sky hundreds of meters high, and it was impossible to land midway because of anyone's fear.

"Look." An Jiayu opened the vlog that he had saved when he was looking for strategies in China, "Does it look like God's perspective? This kind of sunrise may only be caught up once in a lifetime. This blogger also has a slight fear of heights." , but she said she doesn’t regret going up at all.”

"Otherwise, forget it, don't force it..." Qiao Yumian sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his goosebump-covered arms.

An Jiayu suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, got up and wrapped him in a quilt from behind him: "Forget it, I can't count it. Get dressed and wash up and get ready to go! Watch the sunrise!"

The car that came to pick them up soon arrived. They ate a few mouthfuls of fruit and then set off. It was only dawn when they arrived.

Several hot air balloons are making preparations before taking off at the same time. The brightly colored checkered balloons are spread on the grass, and the long hanging baskets are lying down, each of which can accommodate 4 to 6 people.

Tourists come from all over the world. Everyone greets them politely and stands together in twos and threes. The migration season is the peak season for Kenyan tourism. While the burners are working, the staff distributes snacks. They eat and listen to the pilot's brief introduction to them.

"Nervous?" Qiao Yumian held his cold but wet palm.

An Jiayu looked around like a reflex, these days they dare not have such intimate behaviors in public places, for fear of attracting the attention of the locals and offending anyone.

The only few African natives were busy running forward and back to inflate the balloon following the command of the pilot, and no one paid attention to them at all.

"Don't be nervous." He held Qiao Yumian's hand instead.

"If you're not nervous, why are you sweating..."

"It's just... a bit cold." An Jiayu's mouth was stiff.

"It's okay, you can go back on your word now." Qiao Yumian couldn't bear it.

An Jiayu shook his head, inexplicably determined, watching the sky gradually brighten with a white face, followed the tourists, lay down in the gondola under the guidance of the pilot, and then waved to him, "Come here."

Qiao Yumian couldn't figure out why he had to be so brave, so she had to follow and lie down beside him.

The balloon is gradually filled with heated air and floats up, and then the hanging basket is also lifted up, and they naturally change from a lying position to an upright position.The original coldness was driven away by the huge heat of the burner. They were traveling with a middle-aged couple from the UK. They woke up in the early morning and kept delicate and calm. The lady put on makeup and wore a pair of dark blue Earrings, the smell of cologne exuding from the man's body, doesn't quite match the grassland ones.

"It's nice to be young." The lady looked at An Jiayu's open neckline and smiled, "I'm not afraid of the cold."

An Jiayu was taken aback, and immediately responded politely: "You are also very young. These earrings are so beautiful."

"It's Tanzanite, a gift from my husband when I honeymooned here with me ten years ago."

During the conversation, the hot air balloon began to rise wobbly, which was clearly different from the understatement of those bloggers. An Jiayu tensed up, but didn't say anything, just turned sideways slightly, and grabbed the edge of the hanging basket.A pair of eyes flicked around uneasily, trying to find a point to aim at.

Qiao Yumian gently wrapped his arms around his waist, ignoring the slightly surprised gazes of the couple and the hot air balloon pilot, kissed his ear sideways, and whispered in his ear: "Don't look down, look into the distance, Look at the horizon, the sunrise is coming soon."

An Jiayu pursed her lips, and dared to glance vertically at the ground, muttering: "Actually, in the two weeks before I came here, I would climb up to the observation hall of the signal tower every morning for a while. So... I can almost get used to it." It's..."

Qiao Yumian was really surprised: "Just to fly here once?"

An Jiayu didn't make a sound, but looked seriously at the direction of the horizon.He was silent for a long time, wiped his cold sweating right hand on the jacket twice, and clasped Qiao Yumian's left hand: "Maybe... not just this time. Egypt, Myanmar, Dubai, Turkey. Although they are all hot air balloons, But the scenery in each place is different, some are deserts, some are rock formations, some are pagodas...the world is so big..."

The hot air balloon stopped its slow climb and flew towards the sun. The sky began to light up. An Jiayu turned around and faced him, obviously having something important to say.

Qiao Yumian closed her mouth, then turned around and stood face to face with him.

"Little Qiao, do you still remember the first time I confessed my love..."

"...Well, I remember. It's downstairs in my house." Qiao Yumian licked the corner of his mouth. He had just received a few slaps at that time, and the corner of his mouth was swollen and painful, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"Actually not. But how could you remember...you didn't know at that time." An Jiayu revealed the answer in his doubts, "On the Ferris wheel of Lucky Star. At that time, you were listening to VOA, and I , I was too scared to look out of the window." He couldn't help laughing at himself, "I feel the same as now, dizzy, palpitations, numb all over, uncomfortable, and excited. I can't even tell if it's because I'm afraid of heights or because you pulled me I live my hand. You were playing "nevergrowold" by the cranberries in your headphones...to this day, I still feel, that was the most perfect day of my life...and my first time on the violin Pull out the full tune, the same as when I stood on the stage of the first international competition."

That was also the most perfect day of Qiao Yumian's life so far.

His 17 years old.

An Jiayu stood in the classroom playing the violin in the afternoon, and took him to the long-lost playground. He touched the white whale, and quietly hid his birthday gift in the pencil case. angry.

On that night, he started a long-lasting love. He fell in love with a boy who seemed to be far away from him, and he still loves him today.

"Until I find you again." An Jiayu took a deep breath and calmed down, "Occasionally I would be thankful that I didn't give up my efforts. Otherwise, I would not be seen by the manufacturer, would not be selected as the spokesperson, and would not participate in that event If that's the case, I won't meet you again so easily... Six years is too long, Xiao Qiao, it's really too long... Once is enough..."

Saying that, An Jiayu removed the Velcro of the kangaroo pocket in front of the jacket, grabbed his hand and stuffed it in.

Qiao Yumian found the key to the safe in the room and the soft silk bag containing the big sunglasses, the fruit lollipops and a lip balm that were thrown in before leaving, and the individually wrapped alcohol cotton and wet wipes.

He suspected that he was fumbling for Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket, otherwise, how could an ordinary jacket hold so many things.

Perhaps because of the fact that he always carries a violin on his shoulders, An Jiayu is used to putting all his belongings in his belly pocket, like a kangaroo.

"Here." The man was a little anxious, guiding his hand to the bottom of the pocket through the fabric.

……

Qiao Yumian touched a hard metal ring that was soaked in body heat.

An Jiayu swallowed her saliva: "This is... the year I was born, when my grandmother was still alive, I called my future wife... Although the gold ones are a bit vulgar and the style is very rustic, but the older generation thinks that gold Preservation of value... Moreover, it seems that young people in many places in the country now have a golden rule for the bride price when they get married..."

Future wife... so the size is a bit small.

Qiao Yumian tried it in his pocket without authorization, and put it on the little finger, it was just right.

"...Beauty gift?" He smiled and pulled out his hand, looking at An Jiayu's clear and bright eyes, the horizon projected in them had already lit up, and he could faintly see an unusually shining arc.

"Little Qiao, I know that you and your mother have lived together for so many years. After she left, you must feel that you have no home... But, as long as you are willing..." An Jiayu's fingertips on the side of the hanging basket turned white, "As long as If you want, we can have a new home, and you will never be alone in the future... Although, I may be a bit busy and fly around a lot... But I will never ignore me like my mother used to Like Dad, no matter how busy you are...you can do your own thing if you want to do your own thing, go with me if you want to go with me, wait for me at home if you want to wait for me..."

Qiao Yumian hugged him without waiting for him to finish talking.

The couple behind An Jiayu looked at them in surprise, Qiao Yumian couldn't help smiling at them, resting his chin on An Jiayu's shoulder, showing his finger with a golden ring, moving his lips lightly, and told them: Proposal.

"Oh!" The lady couldn't help exclaiming, then immediately covered her mouth and whispered to him: "Congratulations!"

The sun just jumped out of the horizon, the sky, the clouds, the grass, and their skins were all dyed with a thin layer of golden yellow. The rings reflected the soft light, like the halo on the head of an angel, which was taken off by An Jiayu and put on his finger.

"it is good."

Qiao Yumian closed her eyes, and many scenes of wedding oaths emerged in her mind.

From now on, whether poor or rich, sick or healthy, successful or frustrated, he is willing to cherish him, respect him, protect him, be each other's destination, and spend long years with him hand in hand.

The author says:

It can be sent to the bridal chamber.