Juliet Tower

"You didn't come to see me, did you?" An Jiayu couldn't see the loneliness of spending the New Year alone, An Jiayu laughed so hard that she couldn't see her eyes.

"... There is no atmosphere at home, I want to go to the library to do my homework..." Qiao Yumian looked away, "I'll go up and put down the flowers. Why are you holding the violin?"

"Morning exercises, let's create some atmosphere for the New Year." As he said, he put the pure white piano case at his feet, opened the case and took out the piano.

Qiao Yumian watched him play this piano for the second time. The light in the dormitory last time was not as good as it is now. The rich brown was illuminated by the sun into a piece of warm amber, and the pure white horse hair of the bow glistened.

Although the ground looks clean, there is no guarantee that there will be no clean gravel on the concrete pavement. Seeing his hot action, Qiao Yumian felt a thump in his heart. He hastily put down the flower pot, took off his schoolbag and placed it under the piano case. Sit on the floor with confidence.

At some point, Teacher Liu put down the winter shears in his hand to change the soil, took off his dirty gloves, and moved the small bench to Qiao Yumian's side.

The angle of the sun is gradually rising, and the warm morning light jumps out from the back of the dormitory building, and jumps on the top of the hair of the violinist. The violin is sandwiched between the chin and shoulders. There is no clarinet or piano for comparison. He tunes with a pair of ears.

Facing the only two audience members, An Jiayu bowed in a serious manner, without any intention of neglecting: "Paganini Capriccio No. 24." Pressing on the dark red qin kiss, An Jiayu's chin gently pressed against her, as if she was touching the palm of her sweetheart, her eyes closed slightly, showing a sense of excitement and indulging happiness, as well as concentration like no one else.

The bow was put on the strings, and the movement was stretched. The moment he opened his eyes, his body swayed slightly, and the melody followed.

The violin is different from the keyboard instrument, and laymen can also vaguely hear the three points from the timbre, nice, mediocre, and harsh.In the summer of Qiao Yumian's childhood, he often went to the piano store or the music academy where the teacher worked.He is most afraid of passing the violin room. The tense strings sound like a dying horse screaming amidst the noise, and at other times it is like a choked chicken, sharp and stiff, as if it will break the sound in the next second.

In short, the best violin sound is one in a million.

But at this moment, he obviously encountered a voice selected from a hundred thousand, a million, or a million.

The cranial cavity was massaged by the clean and bright strings. The melody was sometimes fast and vigorous, and sometimes light and melodious. The changeable tunes awakened his brain that was dazed due to lack of sleep. He recognized that this was An Jiayu's alarm bell.

A smooth main melody unfolded with more than a dozen variations in different styles. An Jiayu's left hand danced wildly between the strings, almost appearing like a phantom.Whether it's the dazzling left-hand plucking, or the weeping and crying at the high position, he can do it with ease and at his fingertips.

The slightly curly hair on his cheeks swayed with the natural rhythm of the body, driving the viewer's breath.

A song lasted only three to four minutes, and Qiao Yumian was fascinated by it.

It's a pity that the morning exercise is over in an instant.

"Let's go, go to the library." An Jiayu went back to the dormitory and put down the piano, and brought a few books and folders. Qiao Yumian placed the flowerpot on the window sill, leaving a gap for ventilation. Turning around, the other party gave him a bottle of banana milk , "Still looking for a classroom?"

"Then, the lecture theater, don't lock it." They walked across the campus, Qiao Yumian was a little unsatisfied, "The morning exercise you mentioned is less than 10 minutes?"

"Pfft. I usually practice the piano in the evening. Today is the first day of the new year. I just told Teacher Liu to let her not be too sad." An Jiayu sighed softly, "Today is the anniversary of her son's death. I didn't find that she wore All in black?"

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Qiao Yumian was startled: "Her son..."

"Drowning in the swimming pool. She passed away five or six years ago. She was our senior. She was only in the first year of high school. She used to be an art teacher in our school. After her son's accident, she suffered from depression." An Jiayu shook her head, "The school doesn't think she can teach , I arranged for her to be a housekeeper temporarily. Her condition has improved in the past two years. But when the leader asked her if she wanted to be an art teacher again, she refused, saying that it was good to take care of the students... I don’t know if she was looking for What kind of compensation... You don't know if you don't live in the dormitory, and occasionally the seniors and sisters from the previous classes will come to see her on weekends."

Qiao Yumian didn't answer the words, outsiders couldn't empathize with such a heavy emotion, whether it was An Jiayu or him, the sympathy and comfort might not be what the person concerned needed.

They entered a lecture hall at random, chose a seat by the window and sat one behind the other, each falling into silence.Qiao Yumian glanced at the topic of the composition, and immediately began to write vigorously.

A piece of grid paper the size of a test paper, within half an hour, happened to be pressed on the third-to-last line to write the complete essay, with neat handwriting and no traces of alteration.Moderate conception, format, interspersed with a few solid points of view, appropriate allusions or citations of examples, although it does not meet the requirements for a full-score composition, it can still get a 48 out of 52. If you perform well, [-] is not enough It can be seen.

An Jiayu just finished two sets of English listening comprehension. He took off his earphones and turned his head to look at his neatly rolled face. He snorted and asked, pointing to the page number in the corner, "Why do you need to write the date? Your teacher asked for it?"

"...No. It's a habit." He shook his hand holding the cap of the pen, and confessed with a wry smile, "My mother asked for it."

An Jiayu looked extremely confused: "Why?"

In order to prevent him from being lazy and to make it convenient for him to check his homework, this habit started from the age of five when he went to preschool and has continued until now.

Qiao Yumian shrugged her shoulders and didn't give a clear answer. She just took out the math test paper and calculation paper, and buried her head again.

Fortunately, An Jiayu didn't ask any more questions, leaving him with a quiet back until both of them were hungry.

After Qiao Yumian finished writing the math test paper, she took out the lunch box from the bottom of her bag and held it in her hand.

"What?" An Jiayu probed.

"Fruit after dinner."

They bought a few meat buns and two cups of soy milk in a small supermarket, and went back to the Anjiayu dormitory to open the cage for Joe to let the wind out. Every time Qiao Yumian was there, the fat cub acted like a lady, not drilling under the bed or climbing the cabinet, honest Shi Shi wandered around people, stopped on his shoulder and gnawed on the molar stick, and then burrowed into the palm of his hand for scratching.

An Jiayu sneered and flicked its little head with his fingers: "You!" After speaking, he stuck a piece of red pomelo with a toothpick and put it in his mouth.

Qiao Yumian pinched Joe's chubby body, feeling that it had gotten fat recently.

"Your mother is so careful..." An Jiayu pierced another diced orange, "Even the white film and tendons on the orange have been cleaned off. Unlike my mother, who only knows how to cook porridge, and occasionally accidentally Cook it into sticky white rice."

"...Well, she is very careful." She was so careful that her son knew how many hairs she had lost on the pillow.

Qiao Yumian never denies that Li Huijun loves him. She loves him so much that she almost loses herself. It silently reminds you all the time, the sacrifice of a mother.

"Hey..." An Jiayu curled up her fingers and gestured on his forehead like playing Joe, but didn't make a move, "What's wrong, I'm suddenly unhappy again..."

"No. It's okay." Seeing that it was almost time, he locked the chinchilla back.

"You go to the classroom after sleeping for a while, it's only 12:30, I'll call you at [-]:[-]." An Jiayu finished rinsing and picked up the piano case.

"where are you going?"

"Go to piano practice."

Qiao Yumian only slept for three or four hours last night, and he couldn't lift his spirits just after eating. He raised his head in the sofa bag, and couldn't help complaining: "You spend so much time practicing the piano, you still don't have enough time to study. Can keep up..."

"You said it too, it's just that you can keep up." An Jiayu pulled a thin blanket off the bed and covered him casually, "Time is limited, so let's make a choice. Didn't you read it, I only have good grades in Chinese and English , I never look at difficult questions in other subjects, especially mathematics. Make sure to get all the basic points, at least there are about 70.00%.”

Qiao Yumian tried to think about this sentence before falling asleep, it seemed so.For the difficult points of physical chemistry, if you can't get down, you can accept it calmly. Wouldn't it be better to have that time to make sure that other parts don't lose points?

Four 10-minute lunch breaks are so effective, he wakes up and drinks a glass of water and even feels more awake than when he woke up in the morning.

The lecture hall was empty, and he carefully unfolded the chemistry test paper, ignoring the parts that he was always unsure about, and quickly finished the other parts.Forget it, it happens to be between 70.00% five and 80.00%.Since these are the parts he will do, make sure not to make mistakes...

The amphitheater was well lit, and he didn't move after he sat down until An Jiayu tapped the corner of his desk lightly. He found that the shadows of his hand and pen had moved to the other side, and the white paper was faintly stained by the setting sun. golden.

The author says:

Good boy and one in a million.