Juliet Tower

When a person says "I didn't do it on purpose", it will seem unrelenting to pursue it further.

Qiao Yumian naturally understood, so he also lowered his head: "Then go and do your work. I'll go back to the classroom and do my homework."

Don't mind what you say, sorry.

He couldn't help frowning.

It's impossible not to feel lost, after all, An Jiayu treats him so sincerely, he never thought about the possibility of being affectionate.Last night, he spent the first half of the night figuring out that he seemed to like An Jiayu very much, and spent the second half of the night figuring out that men should be men. Anyway, puppy love, regardless of gender, is an underground activity, who cares? .As a result, he came to the door frankly, but the other party regretted it.

Seeing that he was about to leave, An Jiayu hurriedly grabbed his elbow: "Little Qiao? Are you going to sleep?"

Qiao Yumian turned around, unable to understand what the fuss was about, so she had to gently open that hand, and let out a long sigh, facing this person, he couldn't help but be really angry: "Don't make such a joke next time. Don't say sorry, don't hide from me, I just don't take it seriously."

"I... I'm not joking, and I didn't hide from you, it's just..." As soon as the words fell, someone passed by the fourth floor, looked at them curiously, and waved their hands as a greeting.An Jiayu clicked his tongue, and quickly dragged him into the room and closed the door, "I really want to practice the piano. There will be a competition in September. From today onwards, I will go home to practice the piano every Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons. I will practice until the evening. Hours off."

Qiao Yumian was taken aback: "Then you won't go to class?"

"Leave in the morning...just these few months..."

"Then why don't you go home for lunch?"

"..." An Jiayu's ears turned red, "...What are you talking about... Go to bed quickly, I'll call you when the time comes."

Qiao Yumian took a step to block the door.

He has never liked anyone, and he is not very proficient in the trick of wanting to get, trying to refuse, but also welcoming, and he really doesn't like this feeling of being unclear.

Things have already happened, it's better to be friends or... or something else, he urgently needs a conclusion, so as not to worry about it.

"An Jiayu, did you kiss me last night because you liked me?"

It was only when he asked the question that he felt that it was a bit too direct... The other party froze in place for an instant, slowly raised his head as if he had been hit by a hammer, and finally he was willing to look him in the eye.

An Jiayu finally let out a long breath as if admitting defeat, and straightened the back of his neck to follow the movement of holding his chest.He put the piano case on his back on the ground, walked back to the window, rubbed his buttocks against the desk and stood half leaning: "...otherwise."

"I just couldn't think of this, otherwise I asked you." Qiao Yumian couldn't bear to see his dejected look, and walked up to him, "Did I misunderstand you?"

An Jiayu stared at him: "What did you misunderstand?"

"I misunderstood that you want to fall in love early." He smiled, "I thought the school was not strictly controlled, so you have the heart to try."

"...What's the use of being alone, I have to... someone... dare to try with me..."

Although the words were a bit stuttering, but they sounded so provocative, Qiao Yumian swallowed subconsciously, and became inexplicably nervous: "You don't understand what you said...why did he come together..."

A blank piece of paper, it is inevitable that things will be unfamiliar, he stared at An Jiayu's lips, he dared not move, the last few centimeters seemed to have some natural repulsion, until he found that the corners of the other's mouth were a little exaggerated...

He suddenly raised his eyes and found that An Jiayu was struggling to hold back his laughter. Qiao Yumian knew that he should be blushing because he felt that the skin from the top of his head to his neck was being dissipated urgently.In broad daylight, there was still a big mouse staring at it, so he turned his head and gave up: "Forget it, you can go back to practice the piano first."

"Whatever it is, come here, dear baby." An Jiayu stretched out her arms to wrap around him, pressing down on the back of his neck with a strong palm, and gently straightened his head.

Qiao Yumian's eyes flickered, and the blue-purple color of a dragonfly's first bloom in the background flashed past, followed by the reflection of a piece of iris.

By the ear, An Jiayu took a light breath.

Even if he has no experience, he can still feel that the other party is as jerky as he is, with slightly parted lips, bumping and stumbling without any rules, but breathing more and more quickly.

They were all well-behaved children, and when they were about to grow up, they accidentally glimpsed another flavor of youth.

It was peaches, that's right, soft and lightly sweet, reminding him of the flute that made them kiss indirectly.The appearance of the golden flute gave him some inspiration.

People who have practiced the flute have some advantages over ordinary people. One is that they have enough lung capacity, and the breath is evenly long, which can last for a long time.

The second is that the interlingual muscles exercised by playing techniques such as double spit, triple spit, and flower tongue are extremely flexible, and it is not a challenge to tie a cherry stem.

He tried, the first contact, the first practice, the first run-in, and the other party did not give up, after all, who can play the flute...

Boys aged [-] or [-] are instinctive to compete with each other, and they don't let go of each other until they are both pulled away by an ambulance if they don't separate.Qiao Yumian's temples were throbbing, he leaned against the table and lowered his head to pant on An Jiayu's shoulder, his scalp was numb.The opponent was not strong enough, and his violent heartbeat was still clearly discernible through two layers of ribs.

An Jiayu stretched out her hand and rubbed the back of Qiao Yumian's head: "I'm going back to practice the piano. You go to sleep. Don't sleep on the sofa, go to sleep on the bed."

She didn't speak clearly... Qiao Yumian glanced at him quietly.

"I haven't figured out how to tell you yet..." An Jiayu put on an expression of being afraid of you, "Let's talk on WeChat after school... on the way."

The three sessions in the afternoon were Chinese and Chinese culture. During the self-study class, Qiao Yumian's cell phone started to vibrate.He touched the belly of the table with one hand and endured it, turned off the vibration, and patiently did his homework step by step.

Even if you want to fall in love early, you must finish the questions on time, quality and quantity.

He pinched the get out of class bell to turn on the screen, and while running to the station with his schoolbag on his back, he read An Jiayu's series of messages.

--is get out of class over?

——Probably still in self-study...

——I said I'm sorry because... I shouldn't have kissed you while others were in danger... I didn't ask for your consent...

——I thought you would be angry with me, but I couldn't come up with a solution after thinking about it all night.I've been in a trance all morning. I can understand why you are always expressionless. It's not that you are pretending to be cool and cold. It's really uncomfortable not getting enough sleep.

Qiao Yumian sat on the corner of the last row of the bus, passing one by one, but didn't bother to reply one by one.

——Usually I don't see you talking so hard.

——Isn't this inexperienced?So... try it?

The opposite is almost back in seconds.

Qiao Yumian was taken aback for a moment, as if he saw the person waiting anxiously with his mobile phone in his hand, he suddenly had some insincere thoughts, opened the dialogue box and refused to press send, the green vertical line flashed at the end of the sentence, like An Jiayu Eyes blinking anxiously.

——Why did you appear downstairs in my house last night...

Qiao Yumian finally pressed send.

——I feel annoyed that I didn't eat cake with you, so I just went to have a look.Didn't expect to run into that situation.

The message was withdrawn in half a second, and the last sentence was removed after resending, but Qiao Yumian still saw it.

He didn't shy away from it, nor did he pretend he didn't see it.

——You should buy a lottery ticket, the situation last night has never happened in several years.

Qiao Yumian got off the bus. Today, he deliberately got stuck and ran out of the school gate. He got on the bus that came earlier and squeezed out 15 minutes.

He found the door of a sheltered building and dialed An Jiayu's number.

"Hey, why did you call all of a sudden?" An Jiayu coughed lightly, as if she wasn't ready.

"It's troublesome to delete the information. I have 15 minutes." Qiao Yumian leaned against the corner and turned the earphones to the loudest to fight against the noise of cars coming and going.

"...Your mother won't be checking your phone...it's like...that or something..." It seemed that she almost said the word catching rape.

"Well, check." Qiao Yumian said concisely and waited patiently.

"...Why don't you speak." An Jiayu broke the brief silence.

"What?" Qiao Yumian asked.

"You haven't answered me yet. Try it?" An Jiayu asked back.

"Try what?" Qiao Yumian continued to ask.

"That's right, puppy love." A chuckle came from the receiver.

"Why?" He asked inexplicably.

"...Because I like you, very much." The laughter stopped, and An Jiayu answered him sincerely.

"That's fine. Try it." He swallowed his smile and agreed solemnly.

"Hey you! I'm still forcing you, right! Qiao Yumian, wait for me!"

"Well, I'll wait." Qiao Yumian plucked her thin bangs, and tapped the center of her forehead with her knuckles, the feeling from last night was still faintly discernible.

Like is a very simple and easy-to-understand feeling, you don't need to ask about the reason, your background, or your future.

Qiao Yumian deleted the call records, cleared the chat records, and walked briskly into the subway station entrance where people were coming and going.

In spring, people's dress styles are gradually changing, just like the blooming flowers add color to the dead wood, and the returning migratory birds add vitality to the lonely sky.Qiao Yumian looked at the girl in front of her, wearing a loose sports uniform, struggling to protect a transparent box in her arms, which contained six bite-sized macarons.

"Sit here." He stood up to block the middle-aged man who wanted to grab his seat, "I'm at my stop."

The girl let out an ah, and stared at him stupidly without moving, her eyes were somewhat similar to An Jiayu's eyes when he was in a daze occasionally.

The author says:

I have a boyfriend.