Juliet Tower

With the last 5 minutes left in the first self-study class, Qiao Yumian organized the study materials to be used when going home on the weekend, and zipped up her schoolbag in advance.

At the same moment as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he decisively stepped out the back door, blocking An Jiayu's "Little Qiao" from his mouth.

He had a premonition that this man would come to him.

"I forgot to ask you to bring the flute this morning. No." The other handed the flute to him.

He nodded, took the cyan blue bag, he didn't dare to carry it casually, and hugged it carefully in his arms.

They were the first to come to the small auditorium, just as Qiao Yumian wanted.

Those violins and brass pipes are inconvenient to carry around with you. After class, you have to run back to the dormitory, change into a casual sportswear that is convenient for activities, and then rush over with the instrument. There will be at least a dozen or two 10 delays inside and outside. minute.

He adheres to the attitude of not doing things or doing them seriously, and familiarizes himself with the music score in advance.There are not many flute parts, and they are not too difficult.After playing the whole article two or three times, you will be thoroughly familiar with it. The important thing is to cooperate.

"The first sentence should be softer when it enters. If you look forward two bars, you are connected to the clarinet that is weakening in a sentence, and the second half of the sentence is over, and you have to cooperate with him to form a complete melody." An Jiayu came from the side. Stretched out a four-color pen, dialed out the orange, and circled the first "p' on Qiao Yumian's part." I remember looking up at me during the ensemble, just like we practiced that day, although we were far away, but There will be gestures to remind you. "

Qiao Yumian saw the score he laid out on the music stand. Although the blank space was almost filled with notes of different colors, it was neat and clear, exactly the same as his classical Chinese notes.

People came here almost, and Qiao Yumian practiced almost as well.

An Jiayu stood in front of the conductor's music stand, patiently waiting for everyone to find their own position, sitting or standing: "Are you familiar with the music?" He smiled, sweeping in the direction of the strings intentionally or unintentionally.

The violin is no better than wind music, the task is heavy and there are many people, it is not impossible to make up for it.

"It's all familiar, we met last night." The chief stood beside the conductor, like a well-behaved deer, with some hints of asking for credit in his eyes.

"Great. Then let's test the results?" An Jiayu motioned for her to take a seat, and then looked at the oboe.

After everyone adjusted the instruments according to the standard pitch, the conductor's eyes slid from the first violin on the far left to the cello on the far right: "Since everyone has no problems, let's go through it from the beginning and keep the speed down."

The chief took the lead in holding the piano and bow, and An Jiayu put away the redundant expression on his face.In order for the rear row to see his gestures clearly, he stepped on a vaulting box borrowed from the sports equipment room.

An Jiayu's movements are not dramatic, but clear and clear, even people who are not familiar with command gestures can fully understand the meaning.

The moment before the flute entered, Qiao Yumian not only saw the baton pointing towards him, but also received an emotional look from An Jiayu.

There are no exaggerated facial expressions, only a quiet gaze.

……

After playing the flute once, Qiao Yumian put down the flute.Sounds good, at least a lot better than last week.He couldn't hear anything obviously wrong, and there was nothing wrong with the coordination with the oboe.

However, An Jiayu's expression was not very relaxed. He pursed his lips and thought for a moment: "Not bad. Especially the string music." He looked at the chief approvingly, and then said "but".

"But the brass pipe." He looked at the row behind Qiao Yumian, and smiled wryly, "It made me feel like I was very anxious to go home for the weekend."

Many people couldn't help laughing.

"The tone of this chapter is melancholy and sad. Although the melody is simple, the emotion is sincere. The nostalgia for hometown can be called the slowest and tenderest movement in the history of symphony. So, please try to be gentle?" He held the music stand, and Looking straight at the trumpet with few chords throughout the story, "Also, please try to concentrate on listening to other people's performance while waiting, and try not to get distracted. Bassoon is slightly sideways, don't be poked by the trombone Here. Let's do it again."

"The horns in the harmonic part are weaker."

"Starting from measure 78, the strings for the second violin are not evenly plucked, shall we do it alone?"

"The applique of the flute is not clear enough, try to deal with it lightly and cleanly."

"In the final reenactment part, let's do it again from the part where the oboe turns to the strings. Chief Xiao Ti, these two solo bars need your most gentle, gentle, sad and melancholy emotions."

"Try to have a more relaxed rhythm... Slow down... Slow down..."

A conductor is the soul of an orchestra. In Qiao Yumian's impression, a conductor should be authoritative and not allow sand in his ears.

But their orchestra has a very soft soul.

Every sentence of An Jiayu seemed to be discussed and discussed. Facing a group of amateur players of varying levels, he did not pretend to be sophisticated, nor did he have any sense of oppression or superiority. His guidance was approachable and easy to understand.

It was two hours in a blink of an eye, and it was completely dark when the show ended.An Jiayu was pouring water with a gurgling gurgling, digging at every detail from the beginning to the end, his throat must be exhausted.

Qiao Yumian saw him bid farewell to him, and waved his hands into the night.

Although the body is a little tired, but the spirit is like just experienced a comfortable massage, the sad and moving theme is still lingering in the mind, and the notes are stepped on in the thoughts.When taking a bath before going to bed, he even unconsciously hummed a few words in the reverb-effect shower room, tapping his fingers in the air, as if he could play a series of fancy trills.

Qiao Yumian got a full score in Friday's biology quiz.

"Little Qiao, lend me your test paper." The classmate in the front seat clasped his hands together and bowed to him, and then took away the full-score test paper.

More and more classmates called him that, and occasionally in the cafeteria or on campus, people who don't know why heard it and thought it was some little beauty.

An Jiayu waited for him at the entrance of the cafeteria. They made an appointment to have lunch together, and then went to the dormitory to pick up the flute.Qiao Yumian was really embarrassed to bother the other party every time, and delivered it to him personally, although An Jiayu herself didn't seem to mind.

"Let's go." As soon as he put down the spoon, he was hurriedly dragged to the dormitory.

"Wait a minute, I drink water..."

"Go back to the dormitory and have a drink. I just brought a box of soda over on Monday, and that's enough." An Jiayu looked mysterious, excitedly bewildered.

As a result, when he opened the door, he was even more dumbfounded than Qiao Yumian.

Obviously, the mess in front of him was also beyond An Jiayu's expectations.

All the papers in the room that could be seen, whether they were tissue paper or rolls, were torn to pieces, and piled up like small hills.The charging wires on the socket were also broken one by one, and no one was spared.

"What's this about..."

"Don't move yet!" An Jiayu grabbed Qiao Yumian who wanted to get closer to find out, "Be careful with your feet..." As he said that, the man took off his shoes, lay down on the ground, and groped forward with all fours.

Qiao Yumian didn't know why, so he squatted down, picked up a plastic bag, and helped him clean up the waste paper. Every time he picked up a pile of paper, he didn't forget to roughly confirm the content, so as not to throw away any important materials.Seeing the people creeping around, he lowered his voice and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Shh..." An Jiayu paused, and mouthed "Did you hear that" to him.

Although his ears are not super sensitive, he didn't hear anything.But he saw... saw a hill of notes piled up behind the man move... and then the top of the mountain "collapsed", revealing a pair of trembling silver-gray semicircular ears, and then, a beige body...

If you're not mistaken, this is a chinchilla.

isn't it...

Qiao Yumian glared at An Jiayu, the dormitory clearly does not allow pets.

The other party followed his gaze and turned slowly. Totoro just pushed down the mountain of paper strips, flicked its furry silver-gray tail, and turned around too.

The two people and the mouse froze at the same time, staring wide-eyed. Humans didn't dare to move, fearing that the little guy would be frightened and disappear again. Naturally, the chinchilla also didn't dare to move, looking weak and helpless.

Qiao Yumian and An Jiayu exchanged glances, neither of them knew what to do, but Totoro seemed to have other ideas.

Under the watchful eyes of the two humans, it nimbly bypassed An Jiayu, stopped in front of Qiao Yumian, stood up with its front feet off the ground, and gently touched the tip of his index finger with its two small front paws.

……

An Jiayu's eyes widened: "...Damn..."

At that moment, Qiao Yumian seemed to be stepped on the heart by a pair of pink meat balls, which were both crispy and soft.

"It's so cute..." He was a little flattered that he grew up so big, because Li Huijun hated pets, and he had never even hugged a dog.

I have to say that the coat color is quite nice, but the surface is gray and lacks luster.

"...This guy is really, looks like a mother, and judges people by appearance! I stayed with him for several days, and he hid in that broken cage every day and refused to come out! He didn't want to be touched by me!" An Jiayu was annoyed and disappointed. , "Little heartless! I picked you up!"

……

"You picked it up?"

The author says:

It's a female goose~