Juliet Tower

In the afternoon in the amusement park, he was busy playing with Kanari at first, and then he was busy with his homework, and An Jiayu was hungry when he returned to the dormitory.He pushed Qiao Yumian to the bathroom, went to the cafeteria by himself, picked up a large portion of pan-fried buns, and bought tiger skin cakes along the way.But as soon as he opened the dormitory door, there was only a puff of steam waiting for him.In just 15 minutes, this man took a shower and wiped the bathroom floor and mirror for him...

The phone rang at the right time, and Qiao Yumian said: Get in the car.Thank you, see you tomorrow.

An Jiayu looked at the time, and it was indeed 05:30.

Feeling a little lost, he sat alone in front of the computer, and while having dinner, opened the video of An Zhen's collaboration with the Berlin Philharmonic at the beginning of the year, which was Saint-Saëns' Cello Concerto No. [-] in A minor.

He watched and gradually forgot to chew. The cellist in the center of the picture was wearing a wine red silk suspender dress with curly long hair tied behind the back with a ribbon. The roots are distinct.But that slender arm can play the most exciting melody, the change of timbre carries emotion and strength, and every note is impeccable.It was only after the first movement that he remembered to swallow half of the fried rice in his cheek, and exclaimed, as expected of my mother... He took out his mobile phone and sent An Zhen a message, asking her if Brahms had finished recording. Is it gone?

Within a few minutes of posting, An Zhen broadcast a video call and came over. She never likes to hold a mobile phone screen to type.

"Hey, little fish. What do you eat?" The face on the screen was covered with a black sheet mask, which looked a bit creepy at first glance.

"Go on... don't send me a video if you put on the mask, you can't speak clearly." An Jiayu immediately pulled the phone away and couldn't help scolding her, "I'm eating raw fried buns, how about you? Have a good meal No, have you lost weight again?"

"I didn't lose weight. I ate and ate." It sounded perfunctory.

"Aren't you skinny? Where's Ji Yuanxiao? I'll ask her."

"What Ji Yuanxiao! Auntie! She's a manager, not a nanny, and she's off work too. Her boyfriend came all the way to see her. They disappeared after dinner..." An Zhen lay down on the big hotel bed Between the two pillows, "Your father arranged for me to come here a few days ago, saying that your birthday will be celebrated in summer, so let me spare time early to accompany you."

"...It's only March..."

"Yeah, I told him it was three months. And then he started talking to me, you know, saying I haven't celebrated your birthday with you in years, and berating me, 'You're not only a cellist, you're a kid Mother of the fish'. This year he specially reminded me so long in advance, and asked me to schedule all the concerts." The famous cellist rolled halfway on the bed, lying in front of the mobile phone screen with a look of displeasure, "I'm so pissed off Me, I was in the car at the time, and the driver and Xiao Ji were laughing at me. I can't say no to him, next time you will scold me back."

"All right, all right, I'll scold him for you. So are you going to celebrate my birthday with me?" An Jiayu couldn't help laughing. This woman is a stunner on the stage. These words are irrelevant.

"Accompany you, my son, of course I have to accompany you. I have already told Xiaoji not to arrange too much for me in summer. I will be at home every day during your birthday week. Why don't I give you a concert? Still want Party?" An Zhen took off the mask, and her skin was immediately smooth, except that her cheeks were a little sunken.

"Okay, let's talk about it when the time comes. Pay attention to the time when you practice the piano, and don't always forget to eat. In the past, my dad could control you. It's only been divorced for a few years. How thin you look... your skin is not as good as it used to be .Let me tell you, if you don’t take a good rest and supplement your nutrition, it’s useless to apply a mask for 24 hours! You’re getting old fast!”

"Why are you talking to your mother! An Jia..."

He quickly hung up the video.I haven't seen her for a month, and I still miss her.There is also my father, who practiced the piano with him for an afternoon last weekend. By the way, he cooked the soup base by himself and frozen it. He wrote the date on the package and left it to the mother and son.

It's been a long time since I stayed with the two of them... An Jiayu suddenly looked forward to the arrival of summer, wondering what coming-of-age gift his mother and father would give him this year.

He gulped down a mouthful of raw pan fried contentedly, packed up the trash and prepared to study, but he glanced at the keychain on the table.

Qiao Yumian's lying face with red eye circles naturally floated before her eyes.

Even though today is his birthday, he doesn't remember it... In An Jiayu's mind, this kind of thing will only happen to middle-aged people who are so busy that they become numb.

He suddenly remembered that when he left school in the afternoon, he said he would treat Qiao Yumian to a cake, but the plan was disrupted by a phone call...

So is he home and will there be birthday cake?His mother should have prepared a sumptuous dinner for him, right?

His mother... tsk...

When An Jiayu thought of Qiao Yumian's almost perverted desire to control, which seemed to be wrapped around Qiao Yumian's body like strings, he lost any mood for learning.No wonder he's always unhappy, I'm afraid I'd be going crazy if I changed this day...

How can there be such an obedient child...

He opened the cage and grabbed the sleepy Joe and stuffed it with a small carrot for him, and wrote a small birthday card for him to hold on his chest, took a photo and sent it to Qiao Yumian.

Nothing new, but Qiao Yumian couldn't put it down every time he saw Joe, his eyes were rarely clear, showing a bit of a youthful heart.

But Qiao Yumian didn't reply for a long time.

For some reason, An Jiayu always felt restless, opened the book and closed it again, grabbed the white whale key chain, looked at the old metal ring with distaste for a while, and finally decided to take off the white whale body, and then use scissors , hot melt glue and the commonly used blue telephone cord hair tie to form a brand new beluga hair tie, which is tied on the back of the head with satisfaction.

It's almost seven o'clock after all this is done, Qiao Yumian should be home, right?Why didn't there be a response... Although he doesn't talk much on weekdays, he would at least reply with an um... Is it because the car is too crowded and inconvenient?

Feeling very upset about having something to worry about, An Jiayu finally decided not to waste any more time, grabbed the keys and mobile phone and went out for a walk.

The bus transferred smoothly to the subway. This time, it was right at the end of the evening rush hour. The subway was crowded. He gave up his seat to a mother and daughter. Don't touch little girls' knees, don't step on other people's shoes.Sitting next to the mother and daughter was a pair of girls in the city's No. [-] Middle School uniform, ordinary sportswear, and if there were no weekends, they were probably high school seniors. They looked up at An Jiayu from time to time, then lowered their heads and snickered and whispered.He forced a smile at them, and the two girls blushed from the smile visible to the naked eye.

When he got out of the car, a pair of snow-white shoes had been trampled into gray. He stroked the folds of the coat vigorously, but it was useless. It seemed that he needed to hang it up and iron it... He suddenly regretted it... After bumping for more than two hours, it might still be a waste of time to see anyone. He sighed and couldn't help asking himself: An Jiayu, what are you here for?

Looking up at the unfamiliar neighborhood, the bakery not far away is lit with dim lights, and desserts of different sizes are lined up in the display cases inside the glass.He opened the door and went in, bought a six-inch white peach oolong chiffon on the recommendation of the shop owner, and sent Qiao Yumian a WeChat message while following the route guided by the navigation to the residential building.

After walking around a few bichon christmas and corgis, as well as countless uncles and aunts who took a walk after dinner, he approached step by step the unit building that Qiao Yumian left in the student file, and was about to make a direct call, but his fingertips hadn't touched it yet. screen, suddenly something flew out of the window on the second floor directly opposite.

The weather was getting warmer. After dinner, there were many people nearby. Everyone looked in the same direction when they heard the sound. An Jiayu squinted his eyes and raised his head together with them. There happened to be a street lamp with rusty skin standing in front of the window, and a few books. They flew out, were briefly illuminated, and then fell to the ground one after another, crackling.The curled pages mixed with it were blown around by the wind, followed by more books, mobile phones, earphones, scarves, and a familiar solid-color pencil case without any decorations.

Everyone finally realized that this was a rare show after a casual meal. They all stopped, hid in the dark of the road, and stared at the door of the unit building with great interest, waiting for the protagonist of this farce to appear on the stage. .

An Jiayu looked at the English workbook and the familiar pencil case on the ground, her heart was suddenly picked up, hanging in her throat, no, it couldn't be.

It must not be him.

He unconsciously took a few steps back, closing his eyes and not wanting to continue watching.

When she opened her eyes again, Qiao Yumian appeared in the eyes of everyone wearing a thin shirt and a pair of cotton and linen slippers.

He didn't look sideways, completely ignoring the rustling around him, and walked towards the pile of books with a face as dead ashes.The zipper of the pencil case was not pulled, so he first took out a key chain from the pile of stationery and checked it, holding it solemnly in his hand, and then began to tidy up the mess.

The ceramic white whale flickers softly in the light.

The author says:

Remember an unforgettable birthday.