Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian came to the airport three hours early to check in.

The ground crew hadn't arrived yet, so he queued to the end of the queue holding his passport, which was freshly released for half a month. Everyone in the queue was pushing large and small suitcases. Cash, a square backpack on the back is all, including a formal suit, as well as mobile phone chargers and power banks.

The return ticket has already been booked, and he and An Jiayu have less than three days to spend together.

After living for 20 years, the first time I traveled alone, the destination was the distant western hemisphere.

After changing his boarding pass and successfully passing through the security check, he walked through the duty-free commodity area without squinting and sat in the departure hall.

The days in winter are short, and it is completely dark after six o'clock. The moon is just rising outside the floor-to-ceiling glass. He holds his mobile phone and chats with An Jiayu. The other party has just arrived in Los Angeles from New York. Tomorrow, afternoon and night will continue For two performances, An Jiayu will collaborate with the Los Angeles Philharmonic on Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major.

Last spring, An Jiayu won the Tchaikovsky International Violin Competition in one fell swoop. In the past six months, he has cooperated with Chai Xiaoxie with major orchestras. Qiao Yumian has watched many versions of the video, and finally played in the two violin competitions. I snatched a ticket to the Los Angeles evening show more than a month ago, and had the opportunity to listen to the scene once.

—I'm in Los Angeles, just finished breakfast, in the hotel room.

An Jiayu directly sent a video invitation.

Qiao Yumian hung up in a hurry, but he didn't tell An Jiayu about his itinerary.He planned this trip for more than half a year. At first, he was afraid that he would not be able to get a ticket. Later, he was afraid that he would not be able to buy a suitable ticket. After all, he did not have enough money. Later, he was afraid that Li Huijun would find out that he could not make the trip. He did not want to disappoint An Jiayu. , so everything is said.

It just so happened that he could also try to surprise the other party.

——It’s not convenient, my mother is here.

——Oh...forget it...it's so annoying, it's better to start school during the winter vacation, I can at least visit you every day if I live in the school dormitory.

An Jiayu sent a crying emoji, and then added:

——Hey, I'll go back and find you after the summer vacation.

Qiao Yumian couldn't help laughing. During the Christmas and New Year period, there are many concerts, and An Jiayu's winter vacation is usually busier than the start of school, so after graduating from high school, they can only see each other during the summer vacation every year.

Once a year, it is as miserable as the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

During the summer vacation of her freshman year, Qiao Yumian went to the airport to pick her up.

The plane was late, and he stared at the McDonald's menu with a hungry stomach. Everything was expensive at the airport and he couldn't buy it.

"Little Joe!"

Just as he was hesitating, the man left the customs.As soon as he turned around, An Jiayu slammed towards him like a comet, causing Qiao Yumian's eyes to stare, as if he was no longer hungry in an instant.

The crowd was so great that they dared not kiss blatantly.The two hugged in front of McDonald's, and they just hugged for a full 10 minutes, and no one made a sound.

It was An Jiayu who spoke first, gritted his teeth and complained: "I'm bored on the plane, I counted, 290 nine days." Then he bit his shoulder excitedly and resentfully, Qiao Yumian enjoyed the pain of this longing, and closed his mouth in silence. Eyes, the sentence "I miss you so much" is too thin to say nothing.

"I'm hungry." An Jiayu sucked his saliva on his shoulder with wet eyes, "Go eat pea yellow! The one you sent me last time!"

He was talking about brushing mutton in a copper pot near Qiao Yumian's school, and the dim sum chefs in it were very skilled.

"Okay. Please eat. What else do you want to eat?" Qiao Yumian lowered her head and rubbed against his collarbone, reluctantly pushing him away.They were just a pair of friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, it was so strange to hug each other all the time, especially there were a few young girls not far away who kept looking at her, wondering if they recognized An Jiayu.

"It's so extravagant..." An Jiayu was taken aback, "Have you secretly saved money? Are you not hungry? Don't spend the money for next semester..."

There is reason for this worry.

At the end of the college entrance examination, Qiao Yumian went against Li Huijun's wishes and secretly changed his volunteering to the public relations of the University of Foreign Studies. He wanted to be like An Jiayu one day and have the opportunity to visit various places in the world. He didn't want to be surrounded by Li Huijun all his life. Take control, learn IT, find a high-paying job, marry a wife and have children, and do nothing.

"Your English is so good, and you look good, maybe you will become a diplomat." An Jiayu said that at the beginning.

After the admission notice arrived home, Li Huijun was naturally furious and ignored him until the school started.Qiao Yumian had no choice but to ask Qiao Zhe for help, and paid the tuition fee for the first semester, and was too embarrassed to ask Li Huijun if the living expenses were not enough.

Qiao Yumian shook her head: "I secretly worked this semester. Every Wednesday and Friday for two hours in the evening, I went to make up lessons for a pair of twin junior high school students, English. 100 each time. And, I have a scholarship."

"Wow..." An Jiayu nodded in relief, "Why do you suddenly feel like you are in charge of your own affairs?"

"No way." Qiao Yumian smiled, "Probably because of freedom, after all, I only go home for half a day a week."

After eating the hot pot, they took a few boxes of snacks and walked back to Qiao Yumian's school.

The final exam week has just ended, and the number of people on campus has decreased by more than half.

"The ratio of male to female in your school...is even worse than I thought..." An Jiayu looked around, "There are so many beauties..."

Just as he was talking, two girls walked out of the library and looked up to see Qiao Yumian about to stop him.

"Sister." He greeted generously.

"Didn't you just finish the exam last week and haven't come home yet?" The senior sister was carrying a bag of snacks and drinks in her hand, looking up and down at the huge suitcase beside An Jiayu and the violin case on her back, "Your friend ? From the Conservatory of Music..."

"Hmm..." Qiao Yumian was a little guilty, and it stands to reason that people from other schools cannot stay overnight.

"Don't worry. Don't tell anyone, hide from the dormitory supervisor. Here, take it." The senior sister gave An Jiayu the two cups of strawberry smoothie she just bought, and pointed to the sweat on his forehead, "Go back and take a shower." Let's take a bath. Please drink this."

An Jiayu immediately showed an overly bright smile: "Thank you, senior sister!"

The two seniors were taken aback for a moment, then waved to them.Qiao Yumian turned around and took a few steps when she heard the girls laughing.

The dormitory building was almost empty, and Qiao Yumian lived on the fourth floor.

They struggled to drag the oversized suitcase up, but An Jiayu pressed the door lock with his backhand, and leaned over to kiss him.

Qiao Yumian couldn't stand still, knocked open the suitcase, and slid down against the wall.

An Jiayu was startled, and stretched out his hand to pull him: "Did you hit him?"

The surroundings are quiet, I walked in a hurry in the morning, and the curtains were half-opened to see.

Qiao Yumian looked up at him, his eyes were illuminated, his mouth was hidden in the darkness, a few locks of sweaty hair stuck to his temples and cheeks, at thirty degrees noon, his skin was slightly reddened by the direct sunlight.

Qiao Yumian grabbed the hot palm and dragged it hard, dragging that person into the water as well.

An Jiayu knelt between his legs, and the somewhat impatient kiss slowly slowed down, like eating a cone, taking small sips.

"How many seniors and juniors are chasing you... from the truth..."

Qiao Yumian shook her head, didn't want to answer, and didn't count.His whole body was light and fluffy, and his fingers penetrated into the man's curly ponytail.He felt thirsty in a trance, and subconsciously made a swallowing movement. An Jiayu rubbed his fingertips, which just hit his rolling Adam's apple.

Qiao Yumian was numb from the top of her head to her back all of a sudden, she lifted the hem of the man's T-shirt with both hands, touched the sweaty back, slid down again, and pinched it to a soft touch.

However, his fingers bumped into the hard box, Qiao Yumian was taken aback, and touched his trousers pocket with his hand, and took out a small square box with colorful and colorful pictures of fruits under the plastic packaging.

"Xiao Qiao, let's take a bath..." An Jiayu rubbed the tip of his nose, "He was a little nervous about coming back after taking a bath, but he calmed down when he saw that fearless smile: "You wash it first, I don't have a hair dryer here, it will take a long time to dry. "

The air conditioner in the dormitory was clearly on, but they didn't seem to feel it.

Except that the smell of sweat turned into the aroma of shower gel, her whole body was still extremely hot. From time to time, a few drops of water dripped from the tips of An Jiayu's hair, sliding down the skin on her chest.

Qiao Yumian gently pinched his soft legs: "Separate them a little more..."

An Jiayu was straddling his lap, kissing his ears without distraction, when she heard this, she was startled, stopped her mouth in surprise, swallowed after a while, and said in a daze, "You...you... …”

Qiao Yumian looked at him in confusion, could it be that she misunderstood?But... An Jiayu mentioned it many times intentionally or unintentionally in the video call, besides, if you don't want to go this far, why carry this with you?

An Jiayu stared at him, his eyes were uncertain, as if he was making up his mind.Qiao Yumian didn't intend to force him, so she silently withdrew her hand to support her side, and lightly pecked at the corner of his mouth: "No rush."

But the man pulled his hand back and pressed it to his lower back: "Hurry up, don't wait... Who knows that it will be the year of the monkey... Come on... " After finishing speaking, he grinned and ruffled his hair, and came back in another breath.

The first time was more jerky than expected, An Jiayu was sweating from the pain, but on the second day, he fought again without knowing his life and death: "Try again...it's not all pain, really.

I checked it out before, and it said that as long as you get used to it, some people can just lean back...well..." Qiao Yumian was thin-skinned, blushing, and hurriedly stopped the big artist's dirty words.

It took him a long time to realize what An Jiayu was struggling with at that time.

—I'm going to rehearse.

The phone vibrated so that the palms of his hands went numb, and Qiao Yumian came back to his senses.It happened that the stewardess at the boarding gate had already stood up, and everyone lined up spontaneously, ready to board the plane at any time.

Qiao Yumian checked his documents again, lined up in the line to check the tickets, crossed the air-leaky bridge, and walked into the slightly crowded economy class.

After finding a seat, he replied the last WeChat message to An Jiayu:

——Contact tomorrow, don't turn off the phone, maybe you can video.

--it is good.

After getting an affirmative answer, he safely turned off the power of the phone.

Amidst the roar of the plane's huge engine, Qiao Yumian closed her eyes and stretched out her hand to suppress her beating heart.

All the rebellion, courage and romance in his life are due to one person.

Now, he had to travel [-] kilometers to meet him on the other side of the ocean.

At the end of February, the winter in Los Angeles was not too cold, but this week caught the tail of the cold wave, and everything was wet after the winter rain.

Qiao Yumian wrapped the scarf around half of her face, opened the traffic guide saved in her mobile phone, walked all the way to the city center when the lights were just on, found a slightly deserted cafe, bought a bagel and a cup of hot Americano, and squeezed out after eating. In the narrow bathroom, he took off his casual sportswear and changed into an iron gray shirt and black khaki pants.

He quickly found the most distinctive building in the music center, which is also the place where Chai Xiaoxie will play tonight, the Walt Disney Concert Hall.

It is said that the design idea of ​​this building is a metal rowing boat full of sails. It does look like it from a distance, but in his eyes it is more like a castle built by a child out of discarded cans, with a kind of inexplicable childlike innocence.

There was a poster of An Jiayu on the publicity window of the concert hall, and that person happened to send a WeChat message, saying that the night show was about to start, and he also took a picture of a lobster sandwich for him, saying it was not tasty at all.

Qiao Yumian hesitated again and again, holding back her excitement, and only replied "Come on", then turned her phone to silent mode and entered the concert hall.

After another half a year without seeing each other, Qiao Yumian sat upright, but her cold palms kept sweating, looking forward to scratching her heart, clearly wanting to maintain a normal mind and concentrate on enjoying the concert...

After a while, the members of the orchestra were seated one after another. After the conductor came on stage, An Jiayu walked out from the side of the stage holding the piano, stood still beside the conductor's podium, and looked around the huge concert hall with a smile, with an elegant and tall figure and bright and calm eyes.

Dozens of people on the stage were wearing almost identical black suits, but he was the most eye-catching one in the crowd and would never be overwhelmed.

The conductor raised his hands, and in the bedding of the orchestra, he calmly held the piano and bow, waited quietly, and then at the most appropriate moment, he played a smooth, deep and gentle sigh.

The melody is like a living vine, which suddenly catches the listener's thoughts, rising and falling, slowing down and rushing, and the breathing naturally follows the rhythm.

Qiao Yumian couldn't take her eyes off, her distracting thoughts disappeared bit by bit, and all her emotions gradually sank into the music.He inexplicably felt a trace of inexplicable melancholy from the brisk and passionate phrases.This is the magic of players, you don't have to learn how to concentrate, they can let you have nothing else.

It wasn't until the beginning of the second movement that the melancholy was slowly released, and then began to be unscrupulous, as if the heart was being pinched by an invisible hand, and no one dared to breathe hard.

This concerto is very difficult, but An Jiayu often said that when you step on the stage, you should not let the audience pay attention to the "difficulty" of this piece, just marvel at the musician's gorgeous skills, and ignore The emotion expressed by the melody.A qualified interpreter should mobilize all the senses of the listener with music.

Like now, when An Jiayu made him hold his breath, he held his breath, made him nervous, his heart beat faster, made him sad, and his eyes filled with tears.

Such an effortless interpretation is behind the dullness and hardship that ordinary people can't imagine.Thousands of times, or even tens of thousands of repeated polishing, down to the connection between each note, the frequency of each vibrato, and the different angles of each bow...

He stood under the warm light, but Qiao Yumian saw behind him a pair of sad but hopeful eyes that were covered in snow more than a hundred years ago, which could not be drowned by wind and snow.

An Jiayu sat in the concert hall after the show, her mind was completely empty.

Every time the performance ends, this feeling of emptiness will last for a while, usually after one or two hours, it will return to normal, and then I will devote myself to the preparation of the next performance and the next work.

For a performer, such days come and go again and again.

Maybe one day he'll be numb to it and stop having such intense mood swings, but he hopes that the day will come later when he enjoys the highs and lows.

On winter nights when the cold wave is coming, there are not many pedestrians even in the bustling areas.

He walked out of the concert hall slowly with the piano on his back, when his phone suddenly vibrated, it was a video call from Qiao Yumian.

The portrait of the person in the picture is very blurry, it seems that he is outdoors with insufficient lighting, and the surroundings are blurred by the night, leaving only the shining eyes looking at him eagerly.

"Why is it so dark? Are you outside?" An Jiayu asked.

"Yes. School is going to start next week. Let's take advantage of the last few days to hang around." The person in the picture pulled down his scarf and suddenly smiled, "How about tonight's performance?"

Qiao Yumian seldom smiled like this, seeing An Jiayu's whole body rippling with warmth: "Of course it's perfect! Come, let me show you the concert hall." As he spoke, he quickly ran for more than ten meters, raised his phone and switched the camera to rear.

"It's a bit deserted." Qiao Yumian said.

"It's too cold today, everyone has left." An Jiayu was not convinced, "It was full just now!"

"Really. Look at the stairs on the left, is there someone sitting there?" Qiao Yumian said, "Maybe your music fans are waiting for you."

"Ah?" An Jiayu squinted and looked at the stairs on the left, there was really someone.

Under his gaze, the man suddenly stood up, patted the buttocks behind the down jacket, picked up his backpack and walked towards him.

The violinist froze for a moment, looked down at the phone screen in disbelief, and his brain crashed instantly.

Qiao Yumian also switched to the rear camera, and An Jiayu saw that the person standing in the center of the screen was herself.

"...you..." He stretched out his hand and pinched his thigh hard, and immediately grinned in pain.

It's true, it's Qiao Yumian.

It was Qiao Yumian whose cheeks were flushed by the cold winter wind, Qiao Yumian who had been wearing an old scarf for five or six years, and Qiao Yumian who couldn't say a word of love but wanted to make him cry for no reason.

An Jiayu hurriedly raised his head and took a deep breath, trying to hold back his tears. Before he could think of a handsome opening sentence, Qiao Yumian suddenly hugged him, and the scarf stuck to his face, which smelled of familiar washing powder.

"How did you come……"

"I think you probably miss me, so I came to see you." Qiao Yumian's voice was low, vibrating in his ears, and the skin in contact with him was not warm.

"It's okay..." An Jiayu hurriedly rubbed his hands together, holding his cold face.

"Then who couldn't help but let me listen to the scene in the video a few days ago..." Qiao Yumian seemed to turn redder after she finished speaking.

"You can say that, your skin is getting thicker." An Jiayu looked into his smiling eyes, "Let's go, it's too cold."

"Wait a moment."

Qiao Yumian turned on the phone camera, looking for a good angle: "Let's take a group photo."

"Huh?" An Jiayu was surprised, this person never liked to take pictures.

"From now on, every time I go to a concert hall, I will take a photo and check in. After I work, I will have money, and I can fly around and watch your concerts everywhere. You don’t have to pay for the accommodation yourself.” Qiao Yumian looked at the camera, “Smile.”

An Jiayu saw that his fingertips pressed the shutter button, so she stretched out her hand to break his chin, and kissed him lightly and long in the camera.

"Has it been filmed?"

"Ah."

Back at the hotel, Qiao Yumian took a comfortable hot bath. It was the first time he had seen a real round bathtub, and the bath agent was filled with the aroma of citrus.

On the way, An Jiayu opened the door and came in, holding half a glass of raspberry-red drink, and sat on the edge of the bathtub.

Qiao Yumian approached and smelled alcohol.

"I made it, a simple version of Sea Breeze. There is vodka in the minibar and lemons in the refrigerator, so I went to the convenience store downstairs and bought grapefruit juice and cranberry juice. Do you want to drink it?" Obviously, this person has already had enough. few.

Qiao Yumian nodded, and An Jiayu took a big gulp by herself, leaned over and kissed him.

The fruity cocktail is a bit sour and the vodka is spicy.

They panted and shoved from the bathroom to the bed, a trick that they had tried several times but failed to find, and it seemed to be effortless tonight.

Before Qiao Yumian's hand touched his head, An Jiayu enjoyed the thrill of bursting to the top at that moment.

He knelt on the bed and hugged the cotton pillow, curled up and folded his body, convulsed from the inside out, and almost lost his voice.

Qiao Yumian lowered her head and kissed his protruding spine lightly. A layer of sweat oozes out from her body as if it was about to melt away. No..." "喤^梼|锽.饭"

An Jiayu finally came back to his senses, glanced at him bewilderedly, straightened his waist slightly, and slammed back actively, swallowing him deep again, which made Qiao Yumian tremble all over, and the two of them groaned at the same time as they collided slightly. speak out.

In the middle of the night, they fell asleep exhausted and didn't get up until near noon the next day.

An Jia's torpedo can't be moved, and the strings are muted for two hours of daily practice. After listening for a while, Qiao Yumian sat at the desk in front of the French window and opened the file waiting for translation in the phone.

"What are you doing?" An Jiayu put away the piano and came up, "Is this... the manual translation?"

"Well, I can earn some extra money by working part-time. I can translate three hundred words into Chinese and English, which is more than I can earn as a tutor." Coincidentally, he translated to the end.

From the beginning of junior year, because of her excellent grades, Qiao Yumian received a lot of translation work under the introduction of her senior sister, earning much more than tutoring, and can make better use of spare time. This time, half of the expensive air ticket money is like this Saved.

"After that, the flower shop will stop?" An Jiayu hugged him from behind, "It's very interesting. Those roses are so beautiful."

"Do it, or go on the weekend."

Last summer, An Jiayu returned to China for three weeks, spent almost every weekend with Qiao Yumian at the flower shop, and was eager to experience the daily life of a florist.Pricking, pruning, cutting flower mud, and cutting packaging, Qiao Yumian did not dare to ask him to help, for fear of scratching the hands of the priceless violinist, he only dared to ask him to help change the water and move things.An Jiayu didn't feel bored after finishing the work. He sat with a cup of frozen milk tea for a long time, watched him play with flowers and plants with relish, and joked with the boss: "There should be a live broadcast, there must be a lot of people watching, maybe the sales volume Just go up."

The female clerk in charge of customer service in the online store nodded frantically, as if she had found a comrade-in-arms on the same front, and complained excitedly: "I mentioned it at the beginning! But he doesn't agree with life or death! He says he is socially phobic!"

"He's a bit... Then, sister, can you take a picture and send it to me alone..." An Jiayu lay down on the front desk pitifully, with drooping eyebrows, like a large dog begging for food.

"By the way, did Sister Jiang send you a video later?" Qiao Yumian suddenly remembered this.

"I only posted it once. I thought you were quite busy. If she didn't take the initiative to post it, I'm too embarrassed to bother others..." An Jiayu kissed him sideways, "Let's go out and get something to eat."

"it is good."

Two days and two nights passed in a blink of an eye, An Jiayu changed his return ticket and wandered around this strange city with him.

On the Hollywood Walk of Fame, An Jiayu lowered his head, passed one red star after another, and said without knowing the heights of the heavens and the earth: "One day, there will definitely be one with my name written on it."

Qiao Yumian nodded with a smile, holding a cup of hot coffee in one hand and holding hands with him in the other, walking aimlessly.Don't worry about being recognized by anyone, here, they are just an ordinary couple.

In the evening, Hermosa Beach was still lively. They sat side by side on the railing to watch the sunset, and Qiao Yumian hummed comfortably.

Cityofstars

Are you shinning just forme

An Jiayu leaned close to him and asked after listening for a long time, "What song?"

"Movie Interlude."

"what movie?"

"Lalaland." Qiao Yumian raised her head, her eyes flicked across the crowd, the beach, rows of fishing people, and the coastline, "A love story that happened in this city."

It's a pity...they were not lucky, and they didn't get together in the end.

An Jiayu deliberately chose a flight that was an hour later than him, and sent him to the security gate.

Qiao Yumian took out a lotus root pink mouth spray from her bag and handed it to him: "Didn't you say you can't buy peach flavor? I tried a few, and this one is the most similar to the one you used before." He paused Dun, "I still have a few in the dormitory, and I'll bring them to you when you go back during the summer vacation."

An Jiayu got up early in the morning to be unhappy, took the spittle and put it into the piano case, hugged him tightly, not so much comforting Qiao Yumian, but more like comforting himself: "Four months will pass soon..."

Unexpectedly, before school started, his affair with An Jiayu was exposed.

In front of the Walt Disney Concert Hall in Los Angeles, the moment the two of them kissed and took pictures, they were squatted down by reporters who hadn't had time to leave.

Such photos will not cause much splash on the website across the ocean, after all, gay artists are not uncommon.

But it is different when it is reported back to China, whether it is "artist" or "homosexual", both have negative colors.

The daughter of Li Huiyun's boss is Qiao Yumian's junior. The little girl found out about the gossip about the seniors and forwarded it to her circle of friends. When Li Huiyun got the news from her boss, it was like thunder.

She went to Qiao Yumian's school on the spot, rushed into Qiao Yumian's classroom regardless of obstacles, and took him away.

When she got home, she snatched his mobile phone and found An Jiayu's WeChat.

"...you..." She was trembling with anger, and threw the phone to Qiao Yumian's feet, and the screen suddenly shattered, "Shameless!"

It couldn't be worse than this.

Qiao Yumian didn't refute anything, he knew from the very beginning that Li Huijun would not accept it.

It's just that he hoped that this matter would happen after he graduated and he would say it himself.

"He is an artist! What about you! You are a normal person! How could you do such a disgusting thing with him!" Li Huijun pointed at his nose, "It's outrageous!"

"Artists are normal people too... We didn't do anything wrong..." Qiao Yumian sighed, "Mom, you can just scold me alone...don't scold him..."

"Shut up! Let me ask you, where did you get the money to buy a plane ticket to the United States!" Li Huijun stared at him with red eyes.

"Earn from working." "HTht○htTH"

"Okay, you can do it. Qiao Yumian, you are amazing..." Li Huijun picked up his phone, was so angry that he almost lost his mind, and swipe the screen a few times, the broken glass immediately scratched her skin, leaving lines blood.

Qiao Yumian panicked, went up and snatched the phone: "Mom, Mom, don't do this! Calm down and listen to me..."

"Don't tell me! I sound disgusting! You, you go to him now, tell him that you will stop dating and let him stop looking for you! Quick, tell me in front of me! Otherwise, I won't be your son !"

Qiao Yu paused, and shook his head with great difficulty: "Mom, we are really normal, just like everyone else in love..."

"Same fart! Do you believe this kind of thing? To put it bluntly, you can't even give birth to children! There is no one who dies in retirement! This is a wicked thing to cut off children and grandchildren!" Li Huijun burst into tears Dropped, "I worked so hard to raise you, why did you become like this..."

"If you really think there must be a child in the family, we can adopt one..."

"With a slap, Li Huijun slapped Qiao Yumian hard on the face, and the broken glass on his fingertips scratched his chin.

"If I live for a day, you don't even think about it. Unless I die!" She shook her head desperately, "You just want me to die, right!"

Qiao Yumian touched her hot chin: "Mom, I'll talk to you after you calm down."

Li Huijun wiped away tears indiscriminately, and softened his voice: "Baby, mother knows that you are a good boy, and you have always been a good boy. It is he who brought you down... You will not end well if you do this. Listen to your mother, okay?" , you call him and say, no more contact with him in the future... You can't do this, you are killing me..."

Seeing her despair, Qiao Yumian was so guilty that he couldn't express it, but the thing had already happened, he didn't want to continue to create new lies, and then be exposed again one day in the future, and they suffered new injuries again.

So he made up his mind: "Mom... I'm sorry. I'm sorry... But he didn't spoil me, he treated me very well... There is nothing abnormal about homosexuality, and you can still get married in other countries..."

"Shut up! Qiao Yumian!" Li Huijun suddenly pushed him away excitedly, "You are not gay, you are not!!! You just want to embarrass me, you want me to die, right...you just want to force me to death... "

Slap after slap, punch after punch, fell on his head, shoulders, and arms.

Qiao Yumian didn't dodge, and let her beat like crazy.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged woman was exhausted, slumped on the ground depressed and dazed.

Qiao Yumian went to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water into her hands, and said in a low voice, "Mom, I didn't mean it. But I'm gay."

Hearing this, Li Huijun was stunned, pushed him away and rushed out the door.

Qiao Yumian thought she was out of breath and didn't want to see her again, so she didn't chase after her. Instead, she quietly went to the living room to dig out the medicine box, took out the adhesive tape and iodine, and when she came back, the injury on her finger had to be dealt with quickly.

Unexpectedly, 5 minutes later, there was a scream outside the window: "Oh, who is up there! Come on! Call the police, call the police! Ahhhhhh!" There was a burst of screaming from the crowd.

When Qiao Yumian looked back out of the window, a decent woman in a dark blue suit just fell in front of the window.

The speed is too fast, the blue is gone in a flash, like an illusion.

Then there was a muffled bang.

He stared blankly at the window, his brain went blank for an instant, and a sharp buzzing sounded in his ears, as if it was going to pierce his skull, and then he lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes, the wall of the bedroom was shaking with flower shadows, and the sun was about to set.

Qiao Yumian gasped for a while staring at the familiar picture, but still had lingering fears.

He slowly turned his neck, and the person beside the pillow was still soundly asleep.Smelling the faint smell of apples, his stiff body gradually relaxed, and silently leaned over to hug the person in front of him, and rubbed the bare back of his neck.

"Huh?" An Jiayu's sleep was disturbed, he turned over in a daze, and hugged him in his arms, his voice was a little dry, "What's wrong? Why are you sweating so much..."

"I had a dream..."

"...Ha..." An Jiayu yawned and opened his eyes, "Nightmare? What did you dream about?"

"Not exactly. I dreamed... We didn't separate when we were in college, and I went to the United States to find you. I went to the concert hall to listen to your Chai Xiaoxie..." Qiao Mian was depressed in his arms.

Take it easy, the first half of this dream is too beautiful to be real.

"Why is this a nightmare?" An Jiayu raised an eyebrow.

"It wasn't originally...but my mother found out..."

An Jiayu woke up completely, swallowed her saliva, propped up her body and pressed up: "That was really a nightmare, come on, let me calm you down."

He grabbed the quilt and covered the two of them.

The author says:

Weibo asked everyone what they wanted to see, and the if line "they didn't separate" got the most likes, so I wrote this.

I thought about it carefully. If Qiao's mother hadn't been ill, things would not have been smooth sailing for them, and it might even have been even more tragic... Maybe life is just like this.

see you tomorrow~