Juliet Tower

When An Jiayu returned home from the gym, she received a text message from Qiao Yumian, saying that she would go directly to Jingyuan after work and arrive at about six o'clock, see you then.

Entering June, it has also entered the rest period between music seasons. Today is An Jiayu's 27th birthday. Qiao Yumian flew back from Kenya early in the morning and went to the studio to record videos non-stop, in order to spend an undisturbed weekend with him .

An Jiayu picked out a white sweet cone from the refrigerator, tore it open and put it in his mouth. He opened the door and sat on a rattan chair in the yard to eat while enjoying the flowers. They sat upright in rows, their jet-black noses quivered, and their faces were full of hospitality.

"This is chocolate, you can't even eat a bite." He stroked the dog's head and replied OK to Qiao Yumian.

Break your fingers, I haven't seen you for more than half a month...

An Jiayu stared at the last batch of summer rose flowers before the high temperature came, like a junior high school student in the last self-study class before the holiday, seemingly calm, but actually itchy.

Forget it, I can't be idle, let's practice the piano first.

What he didn't know was that Qiao Yumian didn't go to the studio at all today. He got off the plane early in the morning and went straight to Jingyuan. He had breakfast with An Zhen and Yu Zhifan, took a bath in his room, and even got a good night's sleep.

Not just today, four months ago, when An Jiayu was still on tour across the United States, Qiao Yumian began to meet with Yu Zhifan frequently, and practiced hard for a long time under the guidance of another flute professor at the Conservatory of Music.When he was on a business trip to Kenya, he secretly took away the expensive golden flute.

During the joint practice, Yu Zhifan served An Zhen a bowl of pear, horseshoe and barley water. This was specially made for his wife when he got up at five o'clock in the morning, to moisten the lungs and relieve the heat.

Qiao Yumian was also lucky enough to get a bowl, holding it for a long time in a daze.

"Are you nervous?" Yu Zhifan sat across the table from him, and it was easy to see that he was nervous, "I have practiced for so long, so don't be nervous."

"I haven't worked with him yet..." He swallowed a sip of sugar water, "And the standard is too bad, even if I'm an amateur, I'm pretty average."

Yu Zhifan was a little stunned: "Then, why did you come to me in the first place?"

"...I think he will like it." Qiao Yumian drew a half circle on the mouth of the small porcelain bowl with her fingertips, "I always don't know what to give him on his birthday. Actually, I found it quite tricky when I was in school. I'm not a romantic. At that time, he was a poor student with nothing, and he hardly gave him anything, so he always felt a little sorry... But now that he could give it away, he felt that he seemed to have everything... After thinking for a long time, I want to play a song with him."

Before he finished speaking, An Zhen suddenly grinned and giggled, this smile was exactly the same as that of An Jiayu, the pink gums on the upper row were exposed.

Yu Zhifan reached out and rubbed the top of her head: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." The cellist casually brushed her hair back with her fingers, "I just think it's nice to be young." After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but bury her head in the bowl again.

Qiao Yumian blushed, and unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth.

It's good to be young, but seeing this couple, he thinks it's also good to grow old together.

"Teacher Yu, can you help me get together a few more times?" Qiao Yumian looked at the time, it was already past three o'clock, "I'm afraid he will arrive early..."

"Okay." Yu Zhifan put away the bowl, washed his hands, and returned to the piano, "Come on, don't be too nervous, Bach's works, even if the speed is slower, are still good. Xiaoyu is good because he has a strong ability to empathize, No matter how you blow it, he can close it for you, and it can also guide your emotions."

"Hmm." Qiao Yumian experienced this in high school. The moment they looked at each other, An Jiayu's thoughts seemed to be a liquid with strong penetrating power, which could lead you to walk together without knowing it.Thinking of the ironic, reassuring look in his eyes, he finally settled down and picked up the flute again.

Puffing her cheeks and shaking her tongue, Qiao Yumian just put the mouthpiece against her upper and lower lips, when she suddenly heard An Zhen silently say to Yu Zhifan: "Brother, look, hamster."

"Shh, don't make trouble." Yu Zhifan said seriously.

As he expected, the car drove into the yard before five o'clock at six o'clock.

Qiao Yumian was changing shirts in An Jiayu's room. It was his first time participating in a musician's home party. It had become a habit for these people to wear formal clothes and play, so he naturally wanted to do as the Romans did.

There was only a bang, and the sound of closing the car door revealed a little impatience.

"Let you practice 1038, have you practiced?" Yu Zhifan followed An Jiayu upstairs.

"I'm practicing, and I'm still practicing this afternoon. Didn't we agree earlier that the four of us would have dinner... Why did you call Xiaoxiao and uncle over..." An Jiayu complained as she walked, "I'm afraid that Xiao Qiao will be uncomfortable. "

"I told him in advance, and I'm not a stranger. Didn't I have dinner together before? Smile, she just came back from vacation, and she heard that you were celebrating your birthday at home, so she wanted to try to play with you, and learn from it by the way. She is still young, and she is not used to being alone in the United States." Yu Zhifan stopped at the door of the room and helped him put the violin by the door, "Go in and change, I'll go downstairs to see dinner."

Yu Wenxiao is the only daughter of Uncle An Jiayu. She is 13 years old this year and has played the flute for [-] years. She was admitted to Curtis last year.

Qiao Yumian hid in the bathroom first, buttoned the cuffs of the black shirt, and heard the bedroom door being pushed open with a click and then quickly closed.

After the man changed his clothes, he walked out of the bathroom silently.

The moment their eyes met, An Jiayu was stunned, and looked at him from head to toe for a long time, then a hungry tiger pounced on him and threw him to the door of the bathroom.

"When did you come here? Didn't it say six o'clock?" The man buried his head in the crescent of his neck and sniffed deeply, and even took a few bites lightly, no different from the two dogs at home.

"Maybe you come early, don't you allow me to come early." Qiao Yumian was itched by his fluffy hair, holding his head with both hands and separated from him, "Why is your face so hot?"

"My blood boils when I see you." An Jiayu kissed the corner of his mouth, "Come to lower the fire." After speaking, she turned her head slightly and gently blocked his lips.

Maybe it's been too long since we haven't seen each other. The warm kiss changed in just a few seconds, and his breathing became more and more rapid. Like him, Qiao Yumian began to feel numb and hot all over. He couldn't help rubbing his increasingly tense back, tightening his Arms wrapped around his waist.

The man's tongue was as nimble as a fish, and it was a fish that had been dry for a long time and finally returned to the water, jumping up and down to turn the clear stream into muddy water.

"Little Qiao..." He leaned against Qiao Yumian's forehead panting, one finger skillfully jumped out of the buttoned shirt, then turned his head to grab Qiao Yumian's Adam's apple, rubbed it lightly, and asked vaguely, "Think Did I..."

"Hmm." Qiao Yumian was a little dazed, kneading the man's lumbosacrum and lower abdomen, only to hear a panting, An Jiayu tremblingly wrapped his earlobe in his mouth, and pressed his palms on his heart, as if to hold down what was about to come out for him heart.

The sound of sticky kisses attacked his brain directly, and the aroma of apples was overwhelming, so strong that it would rot if he didn't eat it.

"Don't..." Qiao Yumian pressed his hand to untie his belt, and stopped him with the little reason left in his mind, "Parents are still waiting... dinner is about to come..."

An Jiayu stared blankly at him with half-opened eyes, his eyes were foggy, showing a unique obsession.

Qiao Yumian took the opportunity to clasp his fingers tightly, and bit his shoulder through the clothes to wake him up.

An Jiayu was shocked, then frowned, and scratched her curly hair: "Tsk, what kind of family party do I have to have today... Really... I want to go home..."

Qiao Yumian smiled: "What are you in a hurry for?"

The man pinched his face angrily: "Don't laugh. If you don't laugh anymore, I'll deal with you now."

When she went downstairs, An Jiayu was still thinking about it: "You said that with an adolescent girl, what can I do to share my experience with her..."

"There is no distinction between men and women in the life of studying abroad..." Qiao Yumian followed behind him, cooperating with his thoughts.

However, An Jiayu never expected that there was no cousin in this meal. Yu Wenxiao never returned to China this summer, and went on a road trip with his classmates.

An Zhen was wearing a black suspender dress and picked up the cello with light makeup on her face. Yu Zhifan was also fully dressed and sat in front of the piano: "Little fish, come on."

He stared dumbfounded as Qiao Yumian walked around the dining table from behind him, opened the flute case on the table, spliced ​​the three flute bodies together, and walked slowly to his side.

Everything around him was instantly blurred, and An Jiayu felt that time and space were disordered.

The rose season in the dormitory was just in bloom, and there were bursts of laughter from boys and girls outside the window. Qiao Yumian was wearing a pure white school uniform shirt, pursed her lips into a perfect smile, and squeezed out a shallow pear dimple from the corner of her mouth.

At that time, they were young and young, and they had endless questions, exams, and sunsets every day.

No, no.

It's the same now, Qiao Yumian will always be young in his heart.

The man pinched his forearm, and An Jiayu came back to his senses.

He rested his head on his beloved piano, and sat beside his beloved, watching Qiao Yumian while gently pressing the mouthpiece of the flute to his lips.

An Jiayu has played with countless people, but when Qiao Yumian's flute sound perfectly matched his piano sound, all the hairs on his body stood up, and his eyes suddenly burned.

Of course, this flute sound cannot be compared with the world-class flutists, but it is the unique frankness and tenderness in this world, digging out their flustered and brave first love from memory, like fine wine aging.

unconsciously.It has been ten years since they met.

Midsummer's thunder pierced the night sky, and the car parked randomly on a small road that no one passed by. He grabbed Qiao Yumian by the collar of his black shirt and bit his chin,

neck.

"How long have you practiced..."

"...No, I know..." Qiao Yumian shuddered as his teeth were broken through his Adam's apple, and he squeezed the fat layer of An Jia's fish leg with both hands, "You are not here, I will... ..nothing to do."

"Hmm..." An Jiayu was so painful and comfortable being pinched by him, "Do you miss me, do you miss me when you have nothing to do...Me too, I miss you too... ..." An Jiayu turned around and pulled out the grease, and threw his hand, but was grabbed.

Qiao Yumian rubbed his fingers, which were covered with slightly cold jelly:

"I'll do it." "Panic_set"

"Hmm... Hiss... It's so cold..." After not doing it for a while, An Jiayu felt a little uncomfortable, the muscles in his back tensed unconsciously, and his forehead pressed against Qiao Yumian's shoulder.

Qiao Yumian was not in a hurry, otherwise neither of them would be comfortable.He waited patiently for the other person to adapt little by little, and to become soft little by little, and then he hooked his fingers lightly and pressed towards the keys that drove him crazy.

"Uh..." An Jiayu's breathing began to become rapid and hot, and thin sweat leaked from the tip of his nose. He impatiently straightened his waist, raised his head, and was struck deeply Deep sighs and low hums.Like a carefully planted rose, it blooms only after waiting, Qiao Yumian slowly squeezed himself into An Jiayu's body until it touched the deepest part, such a strong sense of pleasure and inexplicable sadness almost overwhelmed him.

He unconsciously murmured: "Little fish..."

It's a pity that the man didn't have the strength to respond to his melted reason.

＊The sound of rain outside the window was deafening, covering the trembling panting. *

The rain gradually died down.

Qiao Yumian's phone vibrated suddenly, he calmed down, touched his eyes and took a look.An Jiayu didn't move, still sat on him, and asked lazily: "Who...won't you be asked to work overtime..."

"It's Qiao Yining, who sent a message on my dad's phone for you."

"For me?" An Jiayu didn't bother to look up, "What did you say?"

"She said..." Qiao Yumian licked her lips, then cleared her throat uncomfortably, "Brother Xiaoyu, happy birthday."

An Jiayu's hand holding his shoulder trembled, and she sat up straight suddenly, which startled Qiao Yumian: "What's wrong?"

The other party showed an unusually satisfied smile, gently pressed his forehead, and whispered: "Call again..."

Early the next morning, Qiao Yumian disappeared.

An Jiayu touched the phone and sent him a message: Where are you?Didn't you say you don't go to work today?

Qiao Yumian called back immediately: "Hello, are you awake?"

"Hmm. Where are you?" An Jiayu asked.

"Waiting for you at school."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Yumian hung up the phone.

An Jiayu stared blankly at her phone, and it took her a while to wake up. She hurriedly got up and went to the bathroom to wash and take a shower.

——I'm at school... where are you?

An Jiayu parked the car in the parking lot of the shopping center near the school.

——Where do you think I am, come to me.

Qiao Yumian has always been straightforward, and seldom shows off. An Jiayu found it novel, so she registered at the school gate and went to the dormitory first to look for it.

Teacher Liu was sitting on a small bench cleaning the flower bed, and saw him waving his hand to say hello: "I'm back."

This usual tone seemed to welcome him home... An Jiayu looked up at the window sill on the fourth floor, feeling a sense of warmth in his heart.

That's right, this is indeed his and Qiao Yumian's first "home".

"Teacher, is Xiao Qiao up there?"

"Ah? I didn't see it. He shouldn't be here. He didn't come. What's the matter?" Teacher Liu looked blank, not pretending, "What's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing, just play." An Jiayu smiled, "Then I'll go to another place to see."

Not in the dormitory, nor in the cafeteria.

An Jiayu walked across the campus and walked to the front of the teaching building. The college entrance examination had just ended, and the students in the first and second grades were preparing for the exam.

He went upstairs quietly, walked all the way to the top of the building, and pushed open the door of the roof.

The man sat on the wall, smiling at him, with a large Juliette in front of him.

No, An Jiayu approached, the clumps of roses on the ground were not Julietta.Twice larger than Julieta's flower head, with wavy petals, strong fruity aroma, and looks more like a climbing vine.

"This is……"

"The new variety that went on the market yesterday is a variety that I secretly bred on the farm." Qiao Yumian picked one off at random and twirled it with her fingertips, like a girl's layered dress skirt, "We have been experimenting with hybrid roses in the greenhouse. , Tried thousands of varieties. This is one of the few varieties with stable traits in the past two years. Later, it was sent to Germany for ADR certification. It passed the three-year test at the end of last month. Less pests and diseases, high temperature resistance, summer performance is also good great."

An Jiayu took the flower: "What's the name?"

"Symphonypoem, symphonic poem." Qiao Yumian jumped off the wall, "Why did you find this place last."

An Jiayu was silent for a while before sighing heavily, as if wanting to blow away those bad memories: "...Probably because I don't like it very much."

"But I like it very much. I still remember it very clearly. Ten years ago, you dragged me down from this fence. Although it was inexplicable." Qiao Yumian smiled, "I also treated you to strawberries."

"Obviously you don't want to take it home." An Jiayu also smiled.

Qiao Yumian took his hand, took out a ring from his pocket, and pushed it onto his ring finger.

An Jiayu took a closer look, and saw that it was a golden ring with plain face and wide ring.

"At first I thought, let's go to the jewelry store when you are free, but it's a pity that you don't wear the gold ring that your grandmother left for your wife, so I found a studio, changed the model, and made another one. of."

He took out another ring and showed An Jiayu the inner circle of the ring, which was lightly engraved with a circle of rose vines.

Looking at An Jiayu's moving eyes, Qiao Yumian seemed to see a certain crack in his heart being slowly filled up, making it smooth as new.

He began to rejoice that the rest of his life was still very long, he didn't have to rush, he could slowly fill up all the cracks in this heart one by one, and sweeten the memories that hurt him, just like An Jiayu has always treated him do that.

"Wife." An Jiayu hugged him.

"Pfft..." Qiao Yumian couldn't help laughing, "What did you call me?"

"Don't laugh, my grandmother said it herself, this ring is for my wife." An Jiayu said with certainty, "You are both my husband and my wife."

"Yep."

"I also want to have a chinchilla. Long-haired, silver-spotted, female."

"Then let's go to the pet market to look for it later."

The author says:

"No matter how big the world is, you and I can pile up the universe with the smallest memories." —— "I am because of you"

Thank you for your company for half a year, Xiaoyu and Xiaoqiao, they have reached a conclusion in the tenth year of their acquaintance!