Juliet Tower

When awakened by the sound of the piano, the bright light warmly spread on the skin.

Looking at the time, it took an hour and a half, maybe it was luck to catch up with a sleep cycle, just like An Jiayu said, Qiao Yumian's mind was not at all stagnant, and he didn't need to stay in bed, so he woke up easily.

"Don't move yet." An Jiayu put down his pen, then suddenly put his hands into Qiao Yumian's blanket, groped for a while beside his ribs, and took out a big fluffy snowball, "Fatty is here, originally I wanted it I went out to let the wind out, and ended up getting into your arms, so I didn't catch it because I was afraid of waking you up."

The skin on the side of her body was slightly numb when her hands accidentally touched her. Qiao Yumian rubbed her palms vigorously to drive away the slight itchiness, and shook her head: "No, I didn't feel it at all."

An Jiayu looked at the time: "It's almost twelve o'clock, do you want to continue studying or eat?"

"I'm not hungry, I'm sleepy after eating, let's go to the library first."

"Okay." An Jiayu unpacked a large bag of snacks, piled up a hill of lollipops with a crash, he picked up one casually, tore open the individual packaging and poked it into his mouth, and said vaguely to Qiao Yumian, "Choose it yourself."

In the center of the pink packaging is a little girl with a round face licking the corner of her mouth, and a plump peach is drawn in the lower right corner.

He seldom eats sugar. According to Li Huijun, eating these industrial saccharines is not as good as drinking milk and eating fruits, which are nutritious and satisfy your hunger.After a long absence, he picked a grape flavor and stuffed it into his mouth. Passing by the mirror on the first floor, he tilted his head and glanced at the white paper stick sticking out of his mouth. He couldn't help sighing, "It's so childish."

"Hiss, why are you talking to your senior!" An Jiayu rubbed the top of his head fiercely, and said angrily.

"Who is who, senior..." He grabbed the messy hand, and in order to prevent the other party from breaking free and continuing to make trouble, he clasped his five fingers into his fingers without hesitation, held them tightly, and smiled slightly as a winner, " You said it yourself, you are not a senior."

The hand held by him visibly trembled, and began to be pulled out forcefully: "At that time, you called it yourself, so, even if you weren't a senior...it was older than you..."

Qiao Yumian watched An Jiayu's face flush with blood, and looked away in embarrassment.

This blushing was inexplicable, Qiao Yumian was taken aback, quickly let go of his fingers, let the hand leave the palm, and took a half step back cautiously... He suddenly realized that the other party might have misunderstood his unintentional joke, and he could swear to the sky that he would never There is no irony in the "rereading" thing.

Qiao Yumian doesn't seem to know that he has a pair of beautiful hands, just like he never knew that he has such an attractive face.He was always staring in one direction tiredly, oblivious to the attention of his surroundings.

An Jiayu occasionally looked at her slightly asymmetrical hands from piano practice and thought of Qiao Yumian's.The back of the hand does not have the raised blue veins and naughty scars of sports teenagers. The fingers are straight and slender. Only the first joint of the middle finger of the right hand is holding a thin callus of red beans, which is slightly reflected by the pen holder when viewed from the side.

It feels softer than your own.

They have touched each other's hands many times, either intentionally or unintentionally.But An Jiayu didn't know that the feeling of intertwining fingers would be so different. The second his palms touched, his brain suddenly went blank for a moment.Qiao Yumian's eyes, which had just had a good night's sleep, were clear and energetic, with light and shadow floating around, and it was rare to show a real smile, and this smile expanded infinitely in the gap of time that slowed down in front of him, and it had the tendency to overwhelm the sky.

It's not that he has never thought about this possibility, especially when he was scolded bloody by a violin master who was almost unfamiliar in a foreign country alone.

During the month of staying alone in New York, except for lunch and dinner, he never left the piano room for a full twelve hours from 07:30 am to [-]:[-] pm.Days of high-intensity training drained his patience and confidence. At [-]:[-] that evening, he sent away the dissatisfied master. He sat on the ground by the window of the piano room in frustration, looking up at the snow falling under the dark blue night sky. .For a moment he wanted to give up.Geniuses are everywhere, and he seems inconspicuous here. The violin has given him a lot, but he has also lost a lot. He can't measure whether it's worth it or not.

buzzing...

He turned his head and glanced at the suddenly lit cell phone on the floor, looking extremely lonely in the spacious piano room.WeChat prompted a short sentence.

Xiao Qiao: Happy New Year. [picture]

Unlock the screen, the picture of New Year's greetings is Joe, holding a red Chinese knot in one hand.The little fat man didn't look at the camera, and concentrated on eating the molar stick made of Timothy grass. This was bought by Qiao Yumian back then, in order to prevent the little thing from biting the fingers of the future violinist again.

Only then did he realize that the country with a twelve-hour time difference from himself had already entered New Year's Eve.

--Happy New Year.Go to school to study on New Year's Eve?

He responded quickly.

In the United States for so long, no one bothered him, except for his parents telling him to be safe and not to run around.Everyone took it for granted that the complaints coming out of his mouth were "genius showing off".The friends in the past were alienated one after another, and the interpersonal relationship that had been established in high school for two years was in vain with my re-study. Everyone was studying hard for the exam in the third year of high school, and he was the only one who was leisurely.

——I didn’t go today.Filmed in advance yesterday.

Qiao Yumian's WeChat messages are always very short, with no emoji or emoticons, and exclamation points are rarely used. Adding a picture is really difficult for him.

——…Did you take the photo specially for me to see?

An Jiayu took pleasure in suffering.

--Um.if not.

He chuckled out loud.

As straightforward as always, in other words, Qiao Yumian never understood the flattery in his teasing and teasing, everything was taken for granted, but it made him feel very useful.

He picked up the violin, the elastic bowstrings touched each other, and the melodious melody outlined in his mind that somewhat contradictory boy.

Most of the time expressionless, occasionally smiling.

Insomnia and sleepiness most of the time, occasionally awake.

Quiet and sensible most of the time, occasionally willful.

Follow the rules most of the time, occasionally jump out.

But it is precisely this occasion that makes people unable to help but want to peel off the cocoon, explore into that tough shell, and find out why he is trapped.

An Jiayu often has the illusion that Qiao Yumian is sending some kind of signal to him, similar to a drowning child standing quietly in the depths of the swimming pool without struggling. He can only look at you in place and cannot make a sound.Especially in the few minutes before the nap, the eyes hidden behind the messy hair and the thick round mirror frame would unconsciously emit a huge sense of confusion, but he tried many times but failed to touch the eyes behind his eyes. Sincerely, I can't help but feel that I am self-indulgent.

The music was repeated for the second time, and suddenly the sound of the piano joined in. An Jiayu suddenly opened his eyes, and found that Laurent, who had just snatched the door away, had returned here at some point, and actually condescended to sit in front of the piano to replace him. he accompanies...

"Romance in Eflat major, it's great." The master narrowed his eyes meaningfully, and praised slightly harshly, "It's more moving than your Paganini."

An Jiayu couldn't help but pursed his lips. He focused on Paganini for two full years and was not favored. He played a romantic song without much skill at will and was immediately recognized.

"Emotions are so on point, a moving piece of music can never be scripted. What did you remember when you just closed your eyes and played? Lovers or crushes?"

...What the hell...An Jiayu was tongue-tied: "I, no, I'm still in high school..."

"I'm in high school, so what? Hurry up, don't tell me that you haven't been attracted to anyone or had a physical reaction to anyone since you grew up, then you should go see a doctor."

"...No, it's not...I have to go to school, take exams, and practice the piano. I don't have the energy to study how, how to fall in love..."

Laurent frowned deeply, and snorted in disbelief, as if he had used up his last bit of patience: "Falling in love, or liking is the same instinct as eating and sleeping. Human beings are born with it, so you don't need to spend time studying it. When that When people show up, you can learn it naturally."

After listening to the conversation, An Jiayu left early for an unprecedented time.

After being reminded by Shi Potianjing, the former chief of the New York Philharmonic, he finally realized something.

He washed up early and climbed into bed, but stayed until midnight.

He likes Qiao Yumian?Is it about love?But, Qiao Yumian is a man... Could it be that he is gay?He hasn't been able to maintain a close friend for so many years, who should he turn to for help at this time... It can't be, Dad...

He even opened the browser, trying to find a reliable answer from the thousands of various experiences of netizens, but naturally failed.

And at this moment, in Qiao Yumian's smile, he finally had the answer.

What heart skipped a beat, the stairs were empty, and his mind was blank, he experienced it all in an instant.

The three bright characters fell from mid-air and made his eyes stare: It's over.

It's a pity that the person involved couldn't hear the rude cry in his heart: Qiao Yumian, I seem to fucking like you.

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