Juliet Tower

On Friday evening, An Jiayu sent Qiao Yumian to the airport.

They hid in the dark car and kissed inseparably, An Jiayu grabbed his collar and complained pantingly: "I haven't seen you for another two weeks..."

"Inside information, next summer I will be promoted..." Qiao Yumian bit his lip and said vaguely, "At that time, I won't have to travel so frequently..."

"On the day of the performance, can you come back..."

"Yeah." Qiao Yumian pinched his shoulder and gently pushed him away, it would be too late to get out of the car, "Practice is back to practice, don't always procrastinate without eating."

"I know. One last kiss..."

I don't know if it's hereditary, but An Jiayu used to complain that An Zhen played the violin without sleep or food, but now he is following in the same footsteps, he can't remember to eat lunch unless he is so hungry that his chest is pressed against his back.

Qiao Yumian knew that he felt sorry for the injury and recuperation for more than half a year, and desperately wanted to make up for it.

There is a five-hour time difference between Nairobi and China. Qiao Yumian wakes up early every morning just in time to remind An Jiayu of her lunch break, so they have a meal together in a video call every day, one for lunch and the other for breakfast.

Today, the newly bought refrigerator and washing machine will be sent to the new home for installation. An Jiayu is sitting on the terrace where the living room connects to the yard, basking in the sun while eating scallion pancakes freshly baked by his aunt. Two dogs are chasing and playing around him. Get up from time to time, put your front foot on him, wanting to eat a bite of human lunch, but unfortunately, you are always pushed away mercilessly.

"What do you eat?" An Jiayu asked.

"Antelope meat... this one may be old, and it's a bit firewood..." In fact, compared with farmed chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, the meat quality of wild animals is not delicious at all, and it has no special nutritional value. Pursuing wild game is just a novelty.

"Then you still eat." An Jiayu showed him his lunch. The golden pancake was the size of a palm, with slightly burnt edges. In the cold air of late autumn, the naked eye could see the heat.He exaggeratedly took a bite, making a small crisp sound.

"! That cat is here again!" An Jiayu quickly switched to the rear camera, a round gray British short standing on the narrow fence.The two dogs also noticed the uninvited guest at the first time, stood up to greet him, and jumped on the fence one after another.

There was a red bell hanging from the cat's neck, and it looked like a free-range cat from nearby people. One afternoon before the business trip, Qiao Yumian was squatting in the yard to fertilize the roses. The cat jumped in and lay down next to him. up.

"You're not here, it just looks at the fence..." An Jiayu wiped his oily fingers with a wet towel, went under the fence and looked up.The phone is on the table on the terrace.

Qiao Yumian was startled, and raised her voice: "Don't reach out! Be careful it scratches you..."

"No stretching, I just look at it." An Jiayu picked up Joyce, who had grown up a lot, and let him take a close look at the cat, "Oh, little girl, you are so heavy now..."

The yard was covered with a layer of soft sunlight, An Jiayu's skin, Amber and Joyce's snow-white curly hair were all dyed with a strong sense of autumn, and rose buds bloomed one after another on the small shrubs, Qiao Yumian suddenly felt homesick.

He said silently: "I miss you."

The man was too far away, probably didn't hear it, but Qiao Yumian heard a sneer in the earphone...

He blinked and thought it was his auditory hallucinations, and the next moment An Jiayu yelled in his direction: "Mom, don't touch my phone! There's a video!"

"I didn't touch it, I just came to get a scallion pancake." An Zhen replied calmly, "Oh yes, he just said he missed you."

"...Mr. An! Are you ashamed to eavesdrop on other people's conversations!" An Jiayu rushed over angrily, ignoring Qiao Yumian, who had already petrified on the screen, arguing with her mother, "If you continue like this, I will lie with you every day My dad's window is cracked!"

"Why is he so photogenic, he looks even more handsome than those photos when he was a child..."

"It's not photogenic. I'm just so good-looking." An Jiayu tapped his phone on the table, "Oh, he's not as thick-skinned as I am, so stop talking nonsense..."

"Then you should take him home and let me see if it's true..."

The concert was on Saturday, and Qiao Yumian returned to the city in the early morning with the first wave of strong cold air this year.

He took out the scarf that An Jiayu had stuffed for him from his backpack and wrapped it around his neck, and was taken to the studio by Xiao Mao who was waiting in the parking lot.

After taking a hot bath, he didn't put on the clothes he had prepared in advance in the changing room. Instead, he spread out the suitcase, hung up a set of white shirts and khaki pants, and ironed them.

I haven't been to a concert hall for many years, so I can't help but feel uneasy, but more excited.

Thinking of seeing An Jiayu stand on the stage again in a few hours, he couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from turning up.

After spreading out a table full of flowers, he even looked up at the camera and waved to everyone.

After the screen in the live broadcast room was silent for a few seconds, the fans began to swipe the screen explosively.

"...Damn..." The art worker sat in a corner and whispered to the florist, "What's wrong with him today, his eyes narrowed from smiling..."

"Don't you know! This!" The florist took out his mobile phone and opened a poster. The bust-up close-ups of An Jiayu and the conductor of the tonight orchestra were enlarged and printed on the left and right sides of the poster.

"Is it tonight?" The artist tutted twice on his mobile phone, "This shoulder and neck line is really beautiful, super temperament, like dancing ballet."

"Have you ever seen him play the violin..." She compared An Jiayu's neck to the clavicle on the poster, "There will be a protruding tendon here, super sexy." After speaking, she couldn't help but licked it lips.

"No hey..."

"I'll find it for you."

Today's bouquet is very simple, not in Qiao Yumian's usual exquisite style, only one kind of main flower, without any supporting flowers and leaves.

He carefully and patiently arranged the shape of each flower, and time slipped away from his fingertips, but no one felt bored.

After the tedious and repetitive work, he twisted the flower branch into a spiral shape and held it full.

The orange powder transitions evenly on the petals, some are fully open, some are half open, mixed with bulging buds, he specially selected flowers in different states, even a single flower can have rich layers.

It was the first time for him to make such a lively large bouquet, holding it in his arms could completely cover the upper body of a grown man.

Several layers of plain paper with satin luster are folded, wrapping the bouquet in shades of orange, fresh and tender Juliettes are head to head, and the coral-toned bouquet exudes peach-like sweetness in the soft evening light aroma.

Then he embraced the colors of the sunset, opened his mouth for the first time, and said to the camera: "Sorry, there is no lucky draw today, see you next week." After speaking, he waved his hand.

——So this bouquet of flowers has an owner! ! ! ! ! ! !

— Sour, I am completely sour.Who saved the galaxy in the previous life and got such a boyfriend...

After the final rehearsal in the afternoon, An Jiayu watched the replay of the live broadcast happily with her mobile phone in her hand, and unnecessarily typed the words "it's mine" amidst the wailing of the crowd.

The flowers belong to him, and the people belong to him, so the Milky Way should have been saved by him in his previous life.

"You still have time to play with your phone..." Vicky's face turned pale with nervousness, "My heart is about to jump out."

"...It's not you who came on stage..." An Jiayu glanced at her pale lips, and kindly poured her a cup of hot tea, "There's nothing to be nervous about." He patted the girl's shoulder, "Don't you believe me?"

"Xinxinxin." Vicky was not too hot, raised his cup and took two gulps, then looked down at the flashing mobile phone hanging on his chest, "Ms. An and Sister Ji are here, I'll go pick them up at the door."

An Jiayu nodded, and turned around to choose from a table of bow tie boxes.

I don't want to be too fancy, but I don't want to be too old-fashioned...

The door creaked open behind him, and he waved behind him and said, "Vicky, help me pick one..." Before he finished speaking, he smelled the new fragrance in the air, the huge bouquet in the video not long ago The bouquet suddenly appeared in front of him.

"So fast..." He was taken aback, and caught the bunch of coral-colored Juliettes.

"Take this." Qiao Yumian opened a box, picked up the black leather cord and hung it from behind the collar of his raised shirt.

"What?" An orange light flashed in An Jiayu's sight.

Qiao Yumian pushed him and stood in front of the mirror. It was a polo tie.

The round gemstone inlaid with the decorative buckle is pushed to the neckline along the leather cord, and the cut surface is sparkling with fire, as if the afterglow of the setting sun is about to disappear on the horizon.

"Padparadscha." Padparadscha, originally discovered in Sri Lanka, the country of gems, comes from Ceylon and means the color of lotus.

The Mozambique Belt at the foot of Kilimanjaro is also known as the "East African Gem Belt". It was formed by the collision of continental plates. It is a gift from God to East Africa.

Qiao Yumian brought back a rare piece of lotus corundum from Kenya this time. It is the new favorite of the sapphire family in recent years, with a dreamy pink-orange hue.He likes the interpretation of the colors that people give to padparadscha. This one is called sunset color, which describes the beautiful colors that the setting sun reflects on the lotus petals.

"Nervous?" He held An Jiayu's trembling hand.

The violinist turned around and shook his head, pinched his chin, closed his eyes and kissed him.

When the eyes were opened again, Qiao Yumian saw the reflection of the world lit by excitement in the dark eyes.

The author says:

Return to the stage.