Juliet Tower

Sensing where his eyes fell, An Jiayu reached out and touched her neck, suddenly a little embarrassed: "No, this is not..."

"I know. It's the piano kiss. How many years have you practiced the violin?" Qiao Yumian asked, he had never seen such a heavy imprint on a person of this age, this is a medal that can only be obtained after years of hard training.

"I started playing the violin when I was two or three years old... When I was born, my mother's friend gave me a 1/8 size violin. Usually, my family is busy, so I play the violin alone at home without anyone teaching me. .Later, I found that I was able to figure it out properly. I started to find a teacher to enlighten me when I was four years old, and I have been doing it until now." Saying that, An Jiayu turned around and grabbed an apple from the bag thrown on the ground to wash.

"Practice every day? What about the holidays?" Qiao Yumian thought of her painful childhood.

"Yeah, every day. It's better to start school, it's only two or three hours, and it's six to eight hours on weekends or holidays." He cut off a small piece of apple and handed it to Joe through the gap in the cage door, and the little guy happily accepted it. The past gnawed out a crisp rustling sound.

He handed the remaining large piece to Qiao Yumian: "No, it's yours."

"You don't want to eat?" Qiao Yumian took it.

An Jiayu shook his head: "I don't like to eat it. I really don't know what's so delicious about apples. You can eat them so deliciously."

Indeed, compared to other fruits, apples are very simple. Qiao Yumian took a big bite and said, "...get used to it."

He has many good habits, at least in the eyes of his parents.The main purpose is two words: obedient.

In short, parents are always "for your own good", whether it is "an apple a day keeps the doctor away", or "always watching TV will make you short-sighted", or "you will get dementia when you grow up in bed".

After eating an apple, he didn't feel full but even more hungry. Qiao Yumian looked at the bag on the ground, which contained his favorite banana milk and tiger skin cake rolls.

"Eat it if you want." An Jiayu unscrewed the bottle cap for him, "I bought it for you. I put it in the refrigerator, and you can take it yourself when you are hungry."

"...Thank you. However, there is no need..." He tried his best to think about words, but hunger urged the four of them to finish off a piece of cake.

"Slow down, haven't you eaten at noon..." An Jiayu sat opposite and looked at him with his chin in his hand, "Anyway, I want to buy some snacks."

The last class on Friday was physical education. Qiao Yumian skipped class and went straight to An Jiayu's dormitory to pick up the flute and have lunch together.He took out the key and opened the door. Unexpectedly, the owner of the dormitory also skipped class and was sleeping soundly.

Joe was locked up all night and all morning, and he was so bored that he went crazy. When he saw Qiao Yumian coming in, he immediately rushed to bite the lock, slamming, but it didn't wake up the person on the bed. An Jiayu slept very well, peacefully. Covered firmly with the quilt, his breathing was even and long, and nothing disturbed him.

Qiao Yumian opened the cage to let the little guy out to let the wind out, and the chinchilla climbed up his shoulders, tickling his earlobes.He reached out and grabbed the little guy and put it on the desk, handed him a piece of long Timothy grass, and fed the succulent with the water that had been dried a few days ago.

Homemade beverages such as milk tea and yogurt in the cafeteria are packed in a 350ml plastic bottle, which is beautiful, compact and easy to carry.Qiao Yumian accidentally discovered that a full bottle of water was just enough to drench two small pots of fleshy soil, so she stayed there, filled it up every time before leaving, and placed it on top of the chinchilla cabinet to dry.

He ran into the dormitory manager downstairs before, and saw the dying pot of "dragonfly" rejuvenated by a wonderful hand, so he asked him for advice. Teacher Liu, Lin Zongzong, described more than a dozen rules for rose maintenance. The most important thing is the sun. Ventilation and watering.

"The tap water contains chlorine, so don't pour it directly, but let it dry for a day or two first." The dormitory supervisor warned.

"Oh!" An Jiayu suddenly let out a low cry, causing Qiao Yumian's hands to tremble in fright.He turned his head and found that the man had rolled over and fell asleep again, with a bewildered Joe squatting on the quilt.

"Don't make trouble." He walked over to pick up the big mouse, but found bloodstains on the quilt.

Qiao Yumian turned pale with fright, held Joe over and over to check, but found no wounds, since after bathing with bath sand a few times, Joe's coat color has brightened, he is not a beige chinchilla, but a snow white one, just picked up at the beginning It was too dirty when it came back.

It wasn't injured, could it be An Jiayu?

He leaned closer to the bloodstain and looked carefully, and finally found where the injury was.An Jiayu's right index finger had a pool of blood next to the nail, and the thin skin on the edge of the finger was lifted to reveal a small wound, which was almost the same width as Joe's teeth.

Hiss... A pair of hands that were about to buy insurance were bitten by a chinchilla...

Qiao Yumian locked the naughty chinchilla back, and stared at him with a straight face through the cage door, but the perpetrator couldn't understand it, so he climbed up to the cabin on the highest floor and huddled together, taking a nap with peace of mind.

You can't fight, and you can't understand how to curse... This is the price you have to pay for keeping pets.

Qiao Yumian took down the small medicine box from the top of the refrigerator and rummaged through it. There were not many things in it but they were complete, including lactic acid bacteria, painkillers, band-aids, thermometers, and iodophor cotton swabs.

Back on the bed, An Jiayu returned to the lying down position, which was convenient for him to operate.Tear off the cotton swab package, gently wipe the wound into light yellow, then hold up the finger and wrap it with a band-aid.An Jiayu's hands were very hot, and You Qi fell asleep.

Qiao Yumian lowered his head and rubbed his slightly numb fingertips, saw the light yellow color of iodophor on his hands, turned around and went to the bathroom to rinse.He habitually wanted to pull out a paper towel, but found that there was an extra hook on the wall, and on the hook was a brand new hand towel.

An Jiayu raised his right hand and carefully looked at the well-wrapped band-aid.

In fact, he woke up the moment he was bitten, but he habitually wanted to stay in bed for another 5 minutes, but Qiao Yumian didn't notice, and took the initiative to take care of the aftermath for him.

It was just a small wound, so there was no need for such a big fight.

While treating the wound, he secretly opened his eyes.

Qiao Yumian stared at his fingers intently, and wiped the iodophor carefully, perhaps because he was afraid of his pain, so he didn't forget to blow gently while wiping to let the alcohol evaporate as soon as possible.This person's eyes are often covered with a layer of black and blue, which makes the plump silkworms disappear from the vision, and it seems that he can't sleep well.

"Are you awake?" Qiao Yumian came out of the bathroom, dripping water on her hands, "Can I use that towel.

"Use it, otherwise." An Jiayu stared at his slightly thick dark circles today and the sleepiness in his eyes that could not be concealed, "Didn't sleep well yesterday?"

Qiao Yu paused, nodded, and put the towel back in the bathroom.

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep for a while. I'll go buy food and bring it back to eat." An Jiayu got up quickly, changed her clothes, "What do you want to eat?"

"It's my turn. Last time, last time it was you..." Qiao Yumian couldn't help but yawned, and burst into tears, so pitiful that it made people's hearts twitch.

He finally persuaded the other party and strolled all the way to the cafeteria.

What Qiao Yumian likes to eat, she doesn't seem to be very picky eaters, she doesn't eat much, and occasionally adds an apple or milk.

An Jiayu gathered at each window to pick and choose, the freshly baked food smelled hot, and the scattered classmates who came early around saw him and gave up their seats.

A junior high school girl whispered, "An Jiayu..."

When she returned with the food, Qiao Yumian really fell asleep, nestled in the sofa bag, and threw her mobile phone on the ground.

An Jiayu took off his glasses for him, and picked up the phone.The screen lit up, and he swipe up habitually, but he didn't expect that there was no password set on this phone.He hastily turned off the screen, but he had already seen the words on the screen. Fortunately, there was no privacy, just a very common search: what to do if bitten by a chinchilla, do I need a vaccine?

He had already checked that chinchillas do not carry any viruses and germs.

An Jiayu smiled, and gently blew on Qiao Yumian's growing bangs on her forehead.

Qiao Yumian was awakened by a soft and soothing violin music, with An Jiayu's earphones on her ears.

It's Debussy's famous song, The Girl with the Flaxen Hair.

Seeing him open his eyes, An Jiayu reached out and took off the earphones: "I'm sorry I don't have time to eat."

He fumbled around for his phone, but was caught and dragged from the sofa bag. An Jiayu gave him chopsticks and showed him the time, five minutes past one.

An hour and a half passed without realizing it, and he found that sense of clarity again.

"Your dark circles are a bit serious, do you often have trouble falling asleep?" the other party asked while eating.

"Well, light sleep, easy to wake up."

"I can't tell." An Jiayu smiled.

"...Your sofa bag is very comfortable..." Qiao Yumian was a little embarrassed.

"Is it because you're under too much pressure to sleep? I've seen your grades, they're pretty good." An Jiayu asked sincerely.

But he was speechless.

The pressure of studying is not particularly great, physical chemistry does cause a little trouble, but the source of his pressure is not here.

Before leaving, An Jiayu handed him the flute bag in his left hand, and took out a peach-flavored spittle from his pocket with his right hand, pressed it lightly, and then spoke with a sweet smell: "Let's go, see you in the self-study class."

The author says:

Little Joe's night: depression, insomnia.

Xiao Qiao's daytime: Watering flowers in class, raising a daughter goose, taking a nap, eating and playing the flute.