Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian lay between the wall and An Jiayu and looked at the ceiling to regain his senses. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't slept until dawn like this.

They are about the same size, a wide single bed is squeezed by two boys and there is no room for it. On one side of the head is An Jiayu's sleeping face, he is smiling even in his sleep, as if there are no troubles in this world that can shake him .

Qiao Yumian sat up without making a sound, gently pulled out the corner of the quilt from his empty hand, and returned the entire quilt to the original owner to cover it back, so that he could sleep more comfortably.

Unexpectedly, the alarm bell was going off at this time.

Qiao Yumian hurriedly turned over, passed An Jiayu with her arm, and touched the phone at the corner of the table, trying to turn off the ringtone.But it was still a step too late, and the sleeping person was awakened: "Huh?" Xi Wei's morning light fell on the thin eyelids, and the blood vessels were faintly blue.The man tried his best to open his sleepy eyes, stared blankly at Qiao Yumian who was propped on top of him and asked, "What time is it?"

"05:30, it's still early, you can continue to sleep."

"Hmm." An Jiayu closed her eyes again in peace.

Qiao Yumian was a little sorry, for snatching someone's bed and quilt, for the untimely alarm, and for this somewhat offensive posture.But the moment he was about to get up, An Jiayu stretched out his hand from under the quilt, probed his forehead with half-opened eyes, and mumbled, "Well, it's not hot anymore."

I don't know if she is too unfamiliar with such intimacy, Qiao Yumian's forehead that was touched instantly went numb.

He climbed out of bed, stretched his sleepy muscles, and went to the bathroom to wash his face. There was an unopened toothbrush in front of him, the most common type in the school supermarket.

After washing up, he went back to the desk and took out the English exercise book from his schoolbag, adjusted the direction of the desk lamp to avoid the head of the bed, and then started to do his homework.

In the morning when I was full of sleep, my mind was extraordinarily clear. I read three articles and two articles in Gestalt, without getting stuck from beginning to end, and it was only six o'clock when I finished.He got up and took off his glasses and looked into the distance to relax. There were sporadic students on campus wearing earphones, holding English textbooks, doing morning exercises and learning to kill two birds with one stone.

He sat down again, took out two sheets of paper for the biology quiz, compared them with the class notes, corrected the mistakes on the square sticky notes, and pasted them next to the original questions.He got a good grade in biology, he finished it in ten minutes, and left the rest of the time for mathematics.

He habitually took a piece of draft paper from his hand, and the calculation formula filled the A4 size in a blink of an eye. He turned the paper over and wanted to continue, but suddenly realized that this was not his desk, and this piece of paper was not a draft paper...

Fortunately, what he randomly pulled out was not An Jiayu paper or notes, but the report card of the midterm exam.

The result was obviously different from the art students in the general perception. Qiao Yumian thought he would see a row of horrible numbers, but he didn't.

The total score is 562, excluding the scope and difficulty of the exam, it is even higher than the first line of liberal arts in recent years.

Although in their school, this number is not enough, hovering at the middle and lower levels of the grade at most, but it is still far beyond Qiao Yumian's expectations. He has always believed that the reason why An Jiayu can stay at ease is because there is no pressure from studying.

Qiao Yumian trembled as the rapid strings of the violin sounded in his ears, and glanced at the lit phone screen by the bedside, it was 25:[-].In fact, people who seem to sleep late and study early are not late at all.

An Jiayu dazedly felt the mobile phone in his hand, and didn't rush to turn off the alarm clock. The high-pitched melody kept repeating. He spent nearly 5 minutes reluctantly saying goodbye to the quilt, and then floated to the bathroom like a ghost, tinkling and banging to wash up.

The man leaned halfway out of the door with a toothbrush in his mouth, and seemed to wake up completely at this moment, and asked Qiao Yumian vaguely: "What do you want to eat?"

"It's fine, I'll go buy it." Qiao Yumian put down his pen.

"Don't." An Jiayu turned back to rinse his mouth, and shouted back in the bathroom, "Hurry up and make up your homework, I'll go."

After weighing it again and again, the first class in the morning is mathematics, and this paper still needs to be finished, so Qiao Yumian said thank you, and continued to do the questions.

An Jiayu had only been out for more than ten minutes, and ran back with a cool breeze, carrying a ham and egg cheeseburger and two cups of English milk tea in his hand.Qiao Yumian was in the middle of her thoughts, she didn't want to stop writing, and said without looking back, you eat first.

It was already seven o'clock when the paper was finished, and he suddenly found that the breakfast hadn't been touched, and the man intentionally waited for him to have it together.

He leaned over and saw An Jiayu lying on the small table silently writing the recitation of "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", writing one line, leaving two blank lines, nearing the end.After writing, he changed to a pen of a different color, filled in the blank lines with concise and concise explanations, and changed to a highlighter to mark the test points at any time while translating, just like a textbook-like information note.

The paper is clean and clearly labeled.

During the meal, Qiao Yumian asked casually, "Didn't you finish your homework last night?"

"No, I recited it last night. My head is clearer in the morning, so I need to consolidate it. Today's morning reading is Chinese, and I will probably ask someone to recite it."

Unexpected scientific rigor.

But it's based on a good night's sleep.

"Last night, I was worried that if you didn't eat or take medicine, it would get worse." An Jiayu swallowed a big mouthful of milk tea, "I didn't expect to heal myself."

"Maybe it's because I haven't slept well recently, and I'll be fine after a little rest." Qiao Yumian felt that she was very refreshed at this moment.

"It's the same when I have a lot of performances and competitions, but I haven't had a good rest." An Jiayu got up, took out a pile of miscellaneous things from the drawer, and piled them on the table, notebooks, chargers, headphone cables, hair ties, and finally in the deep I found a key and hung it on the violin keychain.

"No, the key to the dormitory, just in case, if you are sleepy, you can take a lunch break and take a nap, don't have to stay up until you get sick and have a fever." An Jiayu held his arms and urged him to take it quickly, "Take it."

Is it too much, they are not so familiar with each other.Qiao Yumian wanted to say no thank you, but facing An Jiayu's sincerity, he really couldn't bear to live up to his kindness, so he stretched out his hand and threw the key into the side pocket of his schoolbag.

At seven twenty, they went downstairs together.

Qiao Yumian walked briskly ahead, and An Jiayu followed behind with one hand on his shoulder.

But as soon as he left the dormitory, he was stopped by a familiar face in front of the flower border. Han Zhuoyi stood with another girl and waved at him.

"Morning. Have you had breakfast? This is for you." Han Zhuoyi stuffed him with a plastic bag as if he had been prepared.

"Morning, An Jiayu." The two girls did not forget to greet the people next to them, their attitudes were obviously not as natural as Qiao Yumian's.

An Jiayu nodded to them with a strange expression on his face.

Qiao Yumian lowered her head suspiciously, her heart froze suddenly...

There are apples and tiger skin cake rolls lying in the bag, both of which he is used to eating. The tiger skin cakes in the cafeteria are more delicious than those in the pastry shop. Occasionally, he will go there before school and buy two more to bring back. Make breakfast for the next day.

He couldn't help but clenched his pocket tightly: "Are you waiting for me?"

Han Zhuoyi nodded: "Auntie is afraid that you won't have a good meal at school alone, so let me see you. The task is completed, let's go first, bye."

really.

The rare good mood was broken by the bag of love breakfast that Li Huijun sent him.

He thought that he had done well enough to gain his mother's trust, but it turned out that he hadn't.No matter how obedient he is, there will always be a pair of eyes watching him. Li Huiyun specially asked Han Zhuoyi to check whether he stayed in school after finishing his work, whether he lived in No. 2 dormitory...

"Hey, Qiao Yumian." An Jiayu suddenly took a step closer and blew away the bangs on his forehead, "Don't tell me that you, a good baby, actually have a girlfriend..."

"What nonsense." He was taken aback, and raised his hand to straighten the blown hair on his forehead. "His mother and my mother are friends, and we have known each other since we were born."

"It's still a childhood sweetheart...then you have to be careful."

"Watch out for what?" He didn't know why.

"Bamboo horses are usually defeated by heaven, so be careful to become someone else's backup." An Jiayu shook her head sadly, "But first love usually doesn't come to fruition, so don't be too sad."

"...I see that you are seriously ill."

Qiao Yumian was amused by his contrived acting skills, and took the lead to walk to the teaching building with her schoolbag.

His childhood sweetheart, his first love, has nothing to do with his high school life.

This An Jiayu, after practicing the piano and studying, do you have time to watch some messy soap operas?time management guru...

Up to the third floor, one of them goes to the left and the other goes to the right.

"Little Qiao!" Only a few steps away, An Jiayu suddenly called him from behind.

"...Don't shout..." He turned his head.

"Don't forget to come to the small auditorium for rehearsal in the second self-study class in the afternoon." The man turned and walked away without waiting for anyone to answer.

Before Qiao Yumian turned around, he saw a coin-sized Neptune tied into the bunny tail braid behind An Jiayu's head, walking to a certain angle, just in time to send a dazzling reflected light into his eyes.

"Little Qiao!" As soon as he entered the classroom, there was someone waiting at his desk. He was the math class representative of his class and the trumpet in the orchestra. A few casual laughs.

Qiao Yumian took out the homework that had just been finished and handed it to the other party as if nothing had happened.

It's all An Jiayu's fault, what are you shouting about...

The author says:

study well