Juliet Tower

Just when Qiao Yumian was worried that she would be called, An Jiayu drooped her eyes, looked away, and clicked from the first small mention one by one, just emphasizing the speed and rhythm, as well as some people who were not familiar with the score and lazy.

"You didn't practice much when I sent you the score, right?" An Jiayu wasn't in a hurry if she didn't get the desired result, she didn't condescend in the slightest, she must be considerate of everyone's nervousness in school work, "Let's practice separately first, many people don't know the score well. It doesn't make sense. Woodwinds and brass stay, close the door. Strings go outside." After arranging the branch rehearsal, he went straight to Qiao Yumian, "Little Qiao, come with me."

It just so happened that he also had something to say.

After wiping off the fingerprints on the body and keys of the flute, he quickly disassembled the flute and wiped the inside, put it back into the box, put it on the bag and carried it out together.

In the evening of late autumn, it was rare that there was no wind, and the string group was chattering and discussing not far away, and it was too late to start practicing. Qiao Yumian saw Han Zhuoyi, who was carrying a stool in one hand and a cello in the other, and she was the focus of attention wherever she went.

"Did you suddenly change the flute and get used to it?" An Jiayu spoke first.

Qiao Yumian nodded: "It's different from what I used to play. I play tunes, and my fingers are not used to it."

When I was a child, my hands were not big enough, so I chose Qu Lie for convenience, and I never changed the last flute.

"No wonder. It doesn't look like you are being lazy." An Jiayu smiled, "The difference is not that big, and the song is not difficult. You can go back and find some time to practice by yourself. If you become proficient in playing etudes, you will naturally be able to take care of them. Emotions and other people. Just now you were too nervous at the part where the C section cooperated with the oboe, and you didn’t look up at me at all..."

"...I haven't played for more than two years, and it's the first time I've played with the orchestra." Qiao Yumian heard the last sentence and said a layer of millet skin. Palm, on the other hand... the tone of this sentence is a little... too intimate.

"It's been more than two years... It's true that Teacher Chen didn't tell me in advance..." An Jiayu was a little sorry, "I knew I would have given you the flute earlier. It just happened to be the weekend, and I played it when I was tired from studying at home." , the flute part is not much, less than 40 bars."

When it came to practicing at home, Qiao Yumian remembered what he was going to say: "An Jiayu, I still won't take this flute back."

"Don't you like it? What did you play before?" The other party didn't hear the overtones.

"Yamaha standard type..."

An Jiayu frowned unconsciously: "The handmade flute is easy to play, in all aspects. The sound quality is good, the volume is high, the penetrating power is strong, and the feedback is more sensitive. Although this flute is only 9k, it is enough for an amateur to play. If you get used to it, you might not get used to it if you blow it on those machine-produced in batches.”

Isn't this nonsense, the price is there.An Jiayu took it for granted, as if everyone with such financial strength could easily buy a gold flute worth 10,000+.If it was a year ago, Qiao Yumian might have felt unhappy when he heard such words, and even choked back quietly, but now he already understands that the vast majority of people here don't have the concept of "limited financial ability" , no offense intended.

So he just shook his head at the moment: "This flute is too expensive, I don't want to run around with it."

Not afraid of [-], just in case, if it gets bumped and lost, he doesn't want to ask for trouble.

The sun was passed by a piece of wandering cloud, An Jiayu's face froze, the sunlight reflected in his eyes disappeared for a moment, and he seemed guilty for no reason.

"Ah... okay, then I won't take it back, so as to save trouble. Let me practice alone with you during your time at school? How about the physical education class next Tuesday?" The originally breezy tone suddenly subsided a lot, and he looked down. Glancing at Qiao Yumian's flute bag in his hand, he discussed with him, "Or, can you choose a self-study class?"

Evening self-study or homework is more appropriate.

"Then, the physical education class is over." He handed the flute back to the other party, "Or come to the small auditorium?"

"Go to my dormitory." An Jiayu seemed to recover in an instant, "The small auditorium needs to be applied in advance, which is troublesome. There is no one in the dormitory during class hours, so don't be afraid of noise."

"it is good."

The string department finally made progress, and the slow and deep timbre accompanied the students' footsteps after class.An Jiayu stood silently at the same spot, watching Qiao Yumian walk in the direction of the school gate against the flow of people.

Qiao Yumian woke up with inexplicable heart palpitations in the middle of the night on Sunday.

Originally wanted to get up to warm up a cup of milk, but found that the light in the living room leaked in through the crack of the door and turned on the screen of the mobile phone. At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Li Huijun was still awake.

He withdrew his hand on the doorknob, returned to the bed without a sound, and stared at the crack of the door until the light suddenly disappeared.

Early the next morning, Li Huijun warmed up a cup of black soybean milk for him: "Han Zhuoyi and his family found her a one-on-one tutor, last year's top scorer in the college entrance examination..."

No wonder I have insomnia again.

"I don't need it." If it is necessary, the school teacher will understand it after explaining it, and if it is not, you can ask your classmates.As for the learning experience of the number one scholar in the college entrance examination, it is not suitable for an ordinary person like him.

"then you……"

"I'll try my best to be efficient, and I can recite English on the road." He gurgled, poured a cup of soy milk with a few fried dumplings made of Mom's brand fresh shrimp, and hurried out the door with a small bag of fruit cut by Li Huijun himself.

In the early morning of November, I can already exhale.

Before the physical education class, he greeted the teacher in advance and went to An Jiayu's dormitory downstairs.

The housekeeper was watering the flowers, so he started to look at him from afar, and smiled kindly when he approached: "You came to find An Jiayu?"

Qiao Yumian nodded, but just by chance, the other party actually remembered him.

"Why are you here at this time, and you haven't finished class yet?" She squatted down to check the branches of the shrubs, trimmed the leaves with malnutrition, and also cut off the tops of a few bunches of plants, including the faintly visible flower buds.

Qiao Yumian was taken aback, isn't there for flowers?

"After topping, the side branches will also be able to bloom in the future." Auntie Sheguan seemed to see through his doubts, "It's the top advantage of your biology."

For the sake of the whole plant, the lower branches and leaves are sacrificed, and the top is exclusively nourished by the sun and rain.

This is biological instinct.

"These flowers are more interesting than those in your textbooks." The dormitory cut off a few "dragonflies" that bloomed just right and handed them to him, "Be careful of thorns, take them back, there is some disinfectant in the water, and they can live for three to five days .”

It is a circle bigger than the palm of your hand, with a strong fragrance. It is a light blue soft purple. The layered wavy edges make the plump flowers look like the hem of a heavy industrial dress. It is heartbreaking to be cut off like this.Qiao Yumian quickly stopped: "Teacher, I've had enough..."

Hearing him call teacher, the industrious gardener suddenly raised his head, squinted his eyes to look at him, and then smiled: "I was going to cut it off, but if I don't give it to you, I will throw it away. The flowers are ready. If you don't cut them off, they will grow." Fruit, if you consume too much nutrition, it will be ugly next year."

Qiao Yumian carefully avoided the stubby and hard thorns, lowered her head and smelled it, there was a strong floral fragrance, to be precise, the smell of mixed fruits: "Is this a rose?"

"Rose." The housekeeper thought for a while and added, "It can also be called rose, anyway, it's the same word in English. You've seen it sold in flower shops, red roses and white roses, are actually roses. The real ones Roses are medicinal and edible, and the flowers are ugly."

An Jiayu saw the boy under the tree from a distance.

The temperature was high at noon, and the unwearable black suit jacket was draped over the elbows. The lilac gray cashmere vest was a little loose and the upper body line could not be seen. The white shirt looked extraordinarily clean in the sun.The short hair that was parted neatly in the middle was black and shiny like fresh ink, and the skin against it was slightly pale.

The moment the boy lowered his head and smelled the flowers, his hair twitched lightly with the breeze, and An Jiayu swallowed the sentence "Little Qiao" that originally came to his lips.

He stood quietly on the spot, took a few more glances, and then slowly approached, and the man finally noticed him.

An Jiayu glanced at the bouquet of flowers in his hand, and joked, "Is it for me?"

"Well, take it." Qiao Yumian stretched out his hand to give it away, and the flowers swayed in front of his eyes, the fragrance made his head dizzy.

He subconsciously reached out to take it, but held it on the small thorn: "Hiss..."

Looking up, she found that Qiao Yumian was trying to suppress the corner of her mouth to snicker, and rubbed the tip of her nose with the back of her hand to hide it: "Cough, didn't you say I'll meet you in your dormitory, you're late."

...An Jiayu always felt that this person would forget the agreement, so he ran to the gymnasium a few minutes earlier to block people, but ran away with him when he didn't want to.

"Then let's go up first, Teacher Liu." While turning his head to bid farewell to the busy gardener, he pushed Qiao Yumian's back and walked forward, pressing his palms on the thoracic spine that was slightly bent due to bowing his head for a long time.

"Stand up!" He patted that place imitating his elders, and the person in front of him actually straightened obediently, like a conditioned reflex.

The author says:

Xiaoyu: I was so handsome...