Juliet Tower

When you're depressed, you can't do anything effectively.

During the self-study class, Qiao Yumian rubbed her tense temples, closed the cap of her pen, leaned into her arms, and decided to rest for a quarter of an hour.

But when you close your eyes and open them again, everything changes.

The classroom that was originally filled with the sound of pages turning was silent, the fluorescent lamps were turned off, and the twilight poured into the square classroom through a row of spotless glass windows. Circle the dots.

The slightly curly hair is reflected golden, the eyelashes are curled up, the nose is slender, and the eyes fall on the score, but it seems to see a farther place.

The world is as peaceful as the two of them.

Qiao Yumian propped up her numb forearm, her head was in a daze.On the wall directly in front, the pointer on the wall clock is deflecting towards six o'clock.

Did you actually sleep for an entire hour...

Sensing his voice, An Jiayu turned her head and took off the earphones, hanging them around her neck.In a rare way, he put a round black frame on the bridge of his nose and smiled at Qiao Yumian: "Are you awake?"

As soon as this person spoke, there was a faint sweetness of peaches in his mouth.

With sore eyes and dizzy head, he smiled apologetically at the other party, for the missed agreement: "Have you been waiting, why didn't you wake me up."

An Jiayu's expression suddenly froze, as if he forgot to lower the corner of his mouth, and stared at him blankly.

Qiao Yumian didn't know, so she looked at him, touched the corner of her mouth with her knuckles, and confirmed that she wasn't drooling: "What's wrong?"

The other party came back to his senses, breathed a sigh of relief, took off his glasses, and turned them 180 degrees to put them on for him. Only then did he realize that this person was wearing his own glasses.

"Your myopia is not deep, so you don't have to wear it."

An Jiayu's fingertips rubbed against his temples trembled slightly, and a static spark hit with a snap, Qiao Yumian's eyes hurt, and he saw a piece of blue: "Hiss, are you cold, your hands are so cold."

The window near the blackboard was wide open, and the translucent blue curtains billowed in the wind, like the waves on the far shore. An Jiayu's shirt was only covered with a school uniform vest, and a suit jacket was draped over the back of the chair.

The hand trembled in the static, but didn't move away. Instead, he put the back of his hand on his forehead, and then frowned: "Qiao Yumian, do you have a fever? Why don't you go to the infirmary when you have a fever... Tsk." With that said, he put down the pen and paper, turned around and rushed out of the classroom.

The expensive-looking pair of earphones was casually discarded, oozing familiar phrases on the score full of notes in front of him.The surrounding was quiet, and Qiao Yumian heard the main melody of the oboe solo.He touched his forehead, and it didn't seem too hot.

"38 degrees 3...I really have a fever." An Jiayu hit his ear thermometer with the "infirmary" sticker on it, "I won't practice today, you should go back and rest, go to bed early."

Qiao Yumian slowly packed her schoolbag, but her wrist was pinned down.

"You just go back and sleep, you don't need to pack so many exercise books..." An Jiayu looked at him in disbelief.

He couldn't help sighing, and lay down on the desk wearily.

It's not that he doesn't want to rest, but that whenever night falls, he starts to feel inexplicably anxious, and his insomnia gradually becomes a frequent late-night visitor, sometimes disturbing Li Huijun, sometimes visiting him, and more often, the two people who are separated by the door cannot sleep peacefully.

Back home, once he relaxes, he will feel a deep sense of guilt. In a sense, these workbooks are his safe haven, which can temporarily escape the pursuit of guilt.

"What's wrong? Get up, don't lie here, go home and sleep, maybe tomorrow will be fine." An Jiayu reached out and rubbed the top of his head, and the fingers that pressed the strings all the year round were full of strength, neither light nor heavy. The crooked slap touched some acupoints, which relieved a little heaviness.

"I don't want to go home." He murmured.

For so many years, this sentence has surged countless times in his heart.

In fact, in the eyes of outsiders, his home is not bad.Both parents have relatively decent jobs, and they love him. He has hardly been beaten or scolded since he grew up.His mother cared about him in every possible way, put him first in everything, and even saved money to send him to this expensive school.Therefore, as a top student, he shouldn't have the deviant idea of ​​"not wanting to go home".

"What?" An Jiayu put his ear to his mouth.

But he didn't have the courage to say it a second time, so he blew heavily into that ear as if playing a prank.

"Hey!" The other party pretended to be angry, rubbed his ears, and dragged his arms angrily, "Don't play tricks. We can't have class tomorrow! It's almost dark."

Qiao Yumian was dragged out of the classroom top-heavy, and couldn't help shivering as soon as she went out. The morning news broadcast on the bus seemed to have indeed mentioned that there would be cold air from Siberia arriving today and tomorrow.

"You...wait for me, I'll go to the dormitory to get you a hat and scarf." An Jiayu ran out a few steps and then backed up, "Is the station a little far away, don't blow yourself up with a high fever when you walk all the way... Tsk, It's not easy to call a car here at our school... How about calling your family and coming to pick it up?"

He's such an adult, it's just a fever, how can he have the nerve to talk to his hard-working mother.He sighed heavily.

"...Otherwise, why don't you leave and spend the night in my dormitory?" An Jiayu asked.

Qiao Yumian turned his head slowly, he hesitated.

On the one hand, my head is buzzing and hurting, I really don't want to toss and turn on the road in the cold weather, and I have insomnia anyway, so I stay and rest in the Anjiayu dormitory, not to mention avoiding bumpy roads, and saving a lot of time.

But on the other hand, he didn't know whether to tell his mother the truth.

In Li Huijun's eyes, the more difficulties he encounters, the more he should face them. As long as he can still move, he should not be lazy.

"I'll call home." He said to An Jiayu.

"Hello?" Li Huijun's environment was noisy, it should be in a supermarket.Every day after get off work, she would go to the supermarket to pick fresh ingredients and take them home to cook a nutritious and balanced dinner for her son.

"Mom, it's me." Qiao Yumian took a deep breath, "I won't be going back tonight, I'm staying in the classmate's dormitory."

"why?"

"We thought, let's do the questions together, and those who don't understand can be solved on the spot." He finally chose to lie.

"Is it... a male classmate, or a female classmate?" Obviously, Li Huijun's suspicion was not in the right direction.

Qiao Yumian breathed a sigh of relief, turned on the speakerphone: "Male classmate." Then he moved the phone close to An Jiayu.

"Ah, hello, auntie. I'm An Jiayu." His voice was smiling, but his expression was not as relaxed as it sounded, as if he didn't understand why Qiao Yumian suddenly asked him to cooperate in lying.

"Hello, classmate, which building do you live in? Will it cause you any trouble?" Li Huijun asked tentatively.

"Don't bother Auntie, I will live in Building 2."

"Oh, then eat well and don't study hungry."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Yumian's heartbeat did not calm down, and her palms were sweating a little.This is the second time in his life that he has lied to Li Huijun. The first time was back in elementary school when he skipped a flute lesson and followed Qiao Zhe to climb a mountain.Of course, it eventually came to light, as he broke his knee and palm.When Li Huijun loses his temper, no one is spared. Her husband and son are all kicked out of the house. She tells them to go out and have fun, and it is best not to go home forever.

Qiao Yumian and his son were standing in the corridor wearing slippers. He saw his father take out the cigarette case lighter from the storage place of the fire hydrant, light the last cigarette in the case, and sit on the stairs with his back on his back, smoking a cloud.

"dad……"

"It's okay. Your mother will calm down in a while. Are you hungry?" Qiao Zhe smiled reluctantly hiding in the smoke.

"Not hungry." After climbing the mountain for several hours, he was actually very hungry, but he couldn't bear to make his father more frustrated.

In fact, he didn't quite understand what his mother said just now. She said, "Qiao Zhe, go and take care of yourself. How can you set an example for your son? Look at Qiao Yumian's composition posted at the back of the classroom again! Don't you feel ashamed! "

He doesn't understand why his father was ashamed when his composition was scored full by the teacher. His father was always tolerant and patient with him, never condescending or sarcastic, and whenever he had time, he would take him out, draw pictures, take pictures, fly kites, and fish , play video games that mom doesn't allow, and eat junk food.On his birthday, Qiao Yumian asked him what gift he wanted, and he said that he hoped that his son would always be healthy, happy and free.

"Others do everything possible to pretend to be sick, but you just pretend to be fine." Seeing him in a daze, An Jiayu took off his schoolbag strap from his shoulder and carried it on her back, "Come on, you go back and lie down first, I'll go to the cafeteria to see something delicious."

He went into the lazy sofa with his clothes, and An Jiayu found out a pair of freshly laundered pajamas for him: "Get up, go to bed and sleep."

Qiao Yumian didn't refuse, anyway, the other party seemed to treat no one as an outsider.He just sleeps for a while, returns the bed when he wakes up, and then does his homework.

But he hasn't slept so deeply for a long time.

Opening his eyes, the sky was actually very bright, and An Jiayu was sleeping next to him, probably because of the cold, he grabbed a little by the horns and hugged his chest.

The author says:

Let me tell you where the corners of your mouth are.