Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian touched her phone, it was [-]:[-], it was almost time to leave.

At the same time as An Jiayu, there was a call from Li Huijun, asking when he would call back.He simply answered that he was about to leave school and hung up, quickly packed his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom: "Let's go first."

"Wait! I'll see you off!" An Jiayu grabbed his schoolbag and hit the corner of the table with his thigh too fast, "Hiss...why are you panicking..."

"...um..." Qiao Yumian was taken aback, but did not refuse.

Two people walk no better than one person, chatting with each other, and the pace is much looser, just a short period of time.

"You don't have much homework left..." An Jiayu looked up at the sky that was transitioning from orange-red to gray-blue, "Have you finished writing?"

"No, half of it hasn't moved yet. Let's continue at night." Qiao Yumian glanced at him silently, finding a trace of imperceptible disappointment in it, faintly covering the highlights in her pupils.So he tentatively continued, "There are biology workbooks and physics papers left, and I will write them tomorrow when I come here."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, his lost eyes were immediately washed away by a smile. An Jiayu turned her head eagerly, her pupils were clear and bright: "Or come here in the morning? Don't you want to sleep late?"

The station appeared in front of him, he shook his head and before he could answer, his phone started vibrating again.

Li Huijun’s name was still in the center of the screen. His finger hung over the red end button but couldn’t get it down. In the end, he slanted to the green side, picked up the call and stuck it to his ear: “Hey, Mom, what’s wrong?”

"Have you got in the car? Is it crowded? There are few cars on the road today, and I happened to go shopping for groceries. I can wait for you near the subway station when I finish shopping..."

"Not yet, just arrived at the station, you don't have to wait..." Qiao Yumian was interrupted before she could finish speaking.

Li Huijun's voice was caught off guard and raised an octave: "Just arrived at the station? It's been more than 20 minutes, why haven't you got on the bus yet? What are you dawdling about?" The woman's voice was high-pitched, and her questioning disturbed the originally quiet and peaceful atmosphere around her.

An Jiayu next to her was obviously frightened, Qiao Yumian was startled, hurriedly pressed the minus sign volume button, and explained to her mother in a low voice: "I...right away..."

An Jiayu immediately lowered his head, pretending to be inadvertent, walked quickly to a meter in front of him and hummed Paganini, as if intoxicated.

But Qiao Yumian knew that he must have heard it clearly just now.

What would he think... How should he explain himself so that he doesn't look so ashamed...

This kind of thing happened more than once. Li Huijun lost control of his emotions due to hyperthyroidism for a long time. After the parents' meeting in the third year of junior high school, Qiao Yumian lost the first place in the grade, and she dropped her schoolbag in public.It didn't do much harm, the water bottle in the side pocket flew out and smashed Qiao Yumian's instep, and the mark disappeared within a few days, but the insult was so strong that he hardly talked to his classmates alone in the remaining semester Over the years, including a few close friends. The 14-year-old boy is still childish and has not yet developed a strong ability to resist pressure. That moment is still lingering, and he always feels that the terrified eyes of others are silent ridicule.

At this moment, after a long absence, he once again experienced the embarrassment under the eyes of everyone.Why did An Jiayu hear it...

He didn't want to put down his phone, and even prayed devoutly that the bus would appear in front of him in the next second, so that he could escape this embarrassment immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Yumian let out a deep sigh, wishing he could become a fleeting mist in the cold.An Jiayu was sitting on a bench in the bus booth looking at her mobile phone, and an expensive piano case lay casually on the side.As if feeling Qiao Yumian's gaze, he turned his head and patted the empty space beside him: "Come here."

It was as if nothing had happened, if it wasn't for the moment of astonishment just now.

Qiao Yumian subconsciously grabbed the rope of the hood of the sweater, walked over and sat beside him: "The car is coming soon, you go back."

"Okay." The other party snatched the drawstring from him that was pulled aside and was about to disappear into the hood, adjusted the length, and dexterously tied two pumpkin knots, one left and one right, then lifted the piano case and waved his hand ,"See you tomorrow."

Qiao Yumian watched the back of his leaving simply brushing against the late bus at the end of his line of sight, and lowered his head in relief.

Sure enough, Li Huijun was waiting near the subway station.After the emotion was over, she didn't continue to question Qiao Yumian. The mother and son had nothing to say all the way, and they came home to the writing desk tacitly. Without reminding, Qiao Yumian spread out the test papers, compositions, and exercises that were completed at school today. , Li Huijun first glanced at the date on the footer, and then began to roughly check the content. After confirming that there was no confusion, his face calmed down a lot: "I'm going to cook, and I will eat steamed pork ribs at night."

I don't know if I'm in a bad mood, but the ribs are very salty.

The days of reviewing before the exam were fleeting, Qiao Yumian went to class and did homework step by step every day, and there were more schedules for feeding Joe, ventilating the roses, and watering the succulents.Occasionally check the snacks that An Jiayu has hoarded, and get rid of those that are about to expire.

I don't know if it was the effect of the half-hour nap, but even if he suffered from insomnia at night, his spirit during the day was much better, and he performed well in the final exam.

Of course, it's a good comparison with myself.

After the physics exam, there were endless complaints in the corridor: "The last two questions are too difficult!"

He and Han Zhuoyi are in the examination room next door. At this time, Xueba is being surrounded by a group of people to answer the answers, and his expression is a little bad: "Well, I must have made a mistake in the last question and the last question." The book did the calculations again on the spot, "Damn, it's really wrong..."

Qiao Yumian didn't feel anything, it was a question that he was about to let go... Looking at it this way, it seems that the question Chaogang is cheaper for him.

Their school has always been efficient in grading papers. After the exams are completed on Friday, the transcripts are printed and sent to individuals on Monday.

In order to protect the privacy and self-esteem of the students, the rankings are not posted, but each person's report card includes not only their own scores in each subject, the total score ranking, but also the first grade in the grade, and the average score of each subject for reference.

People who perform abnormally will immediately put away their report cards, but Qiao Yumian doesn't care. The students in the front seat turned their heads: "How did you do in the exam?"

"It's okay." It's not worth boasting about, but it's really a normal performance, there's nothing to be overly modest about, it's annoying.

The total score is 641, 130 in Chinese, 118 in mathematics, 142 in English, 70 in physics, 72 in chemistry, 90 in biology, and 705 in science.Of course, the first place Han Zhuoyi is irresistible, [-].

The final exams are completely over, and the winter vacation of the second year of high school is just ahead, and people's hearts are a little impetuous.

Even the cafeteria was noisier than usual during lunch time, so he casually asked An Jiayu, "How did you do in the exam?"

"That's it, 573, I took almost everything that should be taken, and I really don't know what I didn't write." The other party replied calmly, "What about you?"

"If you haven't written it, you really can't..." He smiled, "It's not bad, 641, a little bit of progress."

"It's okay to call it that!" An Jiayu angrily threw him an apple with water on its skin, and took out his phone to swipe, "You schoolmasters, you are not sincere."

"I'm not. If someone's academic master fails to reach 700, he will fail the exam."

"...You mean...Han Zhuoyi..." An Jiayu looked at the phone screen and gave it to him.

Xueba posted a circle of friends to vent his anger, laughing at himself as a pig's brain, and unexpectedly made a mistake again on a question he missed last time. The background is a failed physics test paper.

In the afternoon, the final exam papers were to be taught, and Qiao Yumian nestled into a lazy sofa bag with a diameter of one meter to recuperate as usual, but An Jiayu suddenly squatted beside him: "I'm leaving next week, and I won't be back until the end of February, Joe, take it home and take care of it for a while." time?"

"Where are you going?" He struggled to get up from the soft sofa.

"It's winter vacation. I'm going to New York. My violin teacher recommended me to visit his teacher, the tutor of the Juilliard Strings Department, and the former principal of the New York Philharmonic." An Jiayu seemed to be in a hurry after finishing speaking. There was a cold war, "I heard that it is difficult to deal with... But going to participate in the competition this fall... I still need the guidance of the master."

Although Qiao Yumian doesn't know much about art schools, Juilliard and the title of the New York Philharmonic are still well known, and no one knows the highest school of classical music.

He suddenly realized that the word "winter vacation" was nothing special. What made him a little concerned at the moment was that he would not be able to see An Jiayu for at least a month.He couldn't hide here for a nap like this when he was sleepy, and naturally no one would wake him up with a soft melody.

After a long time in ordinary life, he often overlooked how good the person in front of him was.

"Where are you... going to continue to practice the piano in the future? I mean, after the college entrance examination." He curled up into a ball, unceremoniously pulled off the usual blanket from the corner of the bed, and covered himself up.

"Julia..." An Jiayu lifted the corner of his face, "It's still far away, so Joe, do you want to take it back?"

"I want to..." Qiao Yumian rolled over and curled up, burying herself in the blanket again.

The author says:

Joe: They're separated, and I'll be an orphan for a month.