Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian was dragged all the way from the cafeteria back to the dormitory.

It's Wednesday today... yes, it's finally Wednesday.

"Raise your arm." An Jiayu took off his glasses for him, and unbuttoned his shirt one by one, "Take off the T-shirt too."

Without thinking, Qiao Yumian took off the T-shirt by the neckline, looked at the other party with her upper body bare, and obediently waited for the next instruction.

"...What's going on? It's only been a few days. Didn't sleep last night? His eyes are redder than a rabbit's." An Jiayu was taken aback, lowered his gaze, and pulled out a cotton T that looked similar to his and wrapped it around his neck On, "Drink a cup of milk, go to bed first, and eat after getting up."

The suitcase was still unpacked on the floor, Qiao Yumian saw him turn around, took out the noise-canceling earphones from the suitcase and handed them to him: "Why are you standing there, go to sleep..."

"Sleep with me for a while." Qiao Yumian took a step forward, buried in his neck and said sullenly.It's hard for him to believe that a week's separation is so unacceptable. It has become a one-sided, silent, and irresistible invasion. An Jiayu has become his habit, and his dependence makes him weaker and weaker. .

"...ah?" The culprit trembled, separated his mouth with one hand, rubbed the top of his hair with the other, looked at the rummaged suitcase at his feet and hesitated, "That's okay, sleep with you, wake up Clean up again."

Qiao Yumian finally fell asleep peacefully, wearing An Jiayu's T-shirt and covered with An Jiayu's blanket, and squeezed into a half-width bed with him.

The temperature was just right, and Joe's little paws rubbed against the wooden toys occasionally in the room. An Jiayu booed him for a long time but it didn't work, so he simply grabbed it out of the cage and put it between the two of them. Qiao Yumian, who fell asleep instantly, settled down and formed a snowball.

Qiao Yumian had a dream.I dreamed that I was lying on the roof of an unknown building, relaxing and looking at the clear and high sky.

The white cloud was in the shape of Joe for a while, a white whale for a while, and a violin for a while.

He squinted his eyes comfortably, but the light suddenly dimmed, and it was dark in a blink of an eye.

He watched as the neck of Yun Duo's violin suddenly swelled, getting longer and longer, and finally turned into a huge hand.The hand pressed down, and without any explanation, it went straight to his face.

The clouds in front of him were no longer pure and white, but turned into black and dense cumulonimbus clouds, and a few frightening thunderbolts faintly emitted from between his fingers. Before Qiao Yumian could dodge in time, he was grabbed by the throat and lifted into the air.At your feet is the road between tall buildings, and people and cars are so small that you can't see their shapes clearly.He didn't even know whether he would be strangled to death in mid-air, or he would fall to pieces in the next second.

Suffocating, he realized that he was dreaming.Can the pain in the dream be so real?He felt that he was about to suffocate, so he desperately let out a low growl suppressed in his throat, and struggled to open his eyes.

The ceiling shook in front of his eyes, and he woke up as he wished.

The hand disappeared, but the suffocation remained, tightly wrapped around the neck, and even worsened.He felt his heart beating at an unprecedented speed, and he heard a heavy breath, but he couldn't take in oxygen, and his chest was so painful that his vision began to blur.

A word came out of his drowsy head: Am I going to die?

An Jiayu had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by the sound of painful breathing beside his ears. He got up and saw Qiao Yumian staring at the ceiling almost desperately panting, with one hand twisting the clothes on his chest, knuckles Turning pale, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes one by one and melted into the pillow.

"Little Qiao? You, what's wrong with you?" He leaned over and found that the man's hair was soaked in cold sweat, his whole body was trembling, his mouth was half-opened to pant in vain, and he couldn't make a sound.

An Jiayu touched that cold hand, and was immediately gripped tightly: "You, are you feeling uncomfortable, can you get up? I, I'll make a call... yes... a call..." He couldn't help shaking , A layer of cold sweat broke out in the palm of his hand, and he pressed the button for a long time before dialing the emergency number.

"Hey, 120! I, I, I..." Usually he was quite calm, but now his mind went blank, but it was the professionalism of the operator who helped him.

A clear and powerful inquiry came from the receiver: "Hi, do you need help? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Uncomfortable...Yes, yes, it's not me, it's my classmate. He...he is very uncomfortable..."

"Good students, don't be nervous, tell me what your name is, where are you now, is it a school?"

"Yes, it's the school. Experimental High School, boys' dormitory, 403 on the fourth floor, my name is An Jiayu."

"Okay, the experimental high school dormitory. Don't panic, we will arrange a car to go there immediately. Can you describe the patient's age and symptoms?"

"17 years old, he seems to be conscious, he can hear me calling him, but he can't breathe, and he can't make a sound... His face is very white... His pulse is very fast..." An Jiayu's grasped hand can sense To the exaggerated beating of his fingertips.

"Were you exercising vigorously just now? Playing basketball?"

"No, I just took a nap and fell asleep for only ten minutes. It was a sudden symptom."

"The ambulance has already departed. Do you know the patient's history of chronic diseases? For example, heart disease..."

"I don't know..." An Jiayu's heart sank, this indeed looked like a symptom of a heart attack...but he was only 17 years old, how could it be possible?

"Student, don't panic now, find a way to notify the health care teacher immediately. There should be defibrillation equipment in the school, and you must be ready to do CPR for him at any time. The ambulance will call this number when it arrives, please keep it open..."

"Wait...wait a minute..." An Jiayu was taken aback, and the pressure on his hand suddenly became less, "He seems to...be able to move again..."

Qiao Yumian's breathing rhythm slowed down significantly, as if she had just gone through a few kilometers of long-distance running, she turned her head to look at him tiredly, and said angrily, "No, no need..."

"Hello? Classmate? Are you still there? What's the situation with you now?"

The receiver vibrated, and An Jiayu hurriedly came back to his senses: "He seems to be better...not as wheezing as before..."

Before the words finished, Qiao Yumian struggled to get up and rolled to the ground, retching.

"He can move, but wants to throw up..."

The operator didn't dare to make a conclusion easily, so he could only let them wait for the ambulance with peace of mind, and let the doctor with the car make a judgment.

An Jiayu hung up the phone, Qiao Yumian had already struggled to the door of the bathroom, and stood up while holding the door frame.He quickly rushed over to support him, kicked open the door and drove him to the sink, but Qiao Yumian insisted on moving over the toilet in this situation.

After waiting for a long time, the retching was always retching, and I didn't vomit anything, maybe because I didn't have time to eat at noon.He plopped down on his knees in front of the toilet.

The cotton T-shirt was already soaked, and it stuck to the young man's thin body. Half of the wet forehead hair stuck to the temples on his forehead, and his eyes were covered with tears. Qiao Yumian was looking at him with a look of apology in his eyes.

"...What's wrong with you?" An Jiayu's nose was sore, she raised her head and tore off the towel on the wall, and squatted down to gently wipe off the sweat that was dripping from her hair.

"I thought I was going to die."

Qiao Yumian leaned into An Jiayu's arms wearily, with lingering fear in his heart, unable to shake off the fear of dying.

"Nonsense." An Jiayu didn't dislike that he was sweating all over, and hugged him tightly, "I was scared to death... You scared me to death... Do you know how scary you were just now... Your face is as white as Paper... now, how do you feel? Better?"

An Jiayu stroked his wet back one after another, and the bathroom was instantly filled with the atmosphere of the rest of his life. Qiao Yumian straightened up from his arms, touched the hand behind his back, held it in front of his eyes, and was scratched by his nails. The bloodstains haven't all disappeared yet: "Does it hurt... I couldn't control it just now..."

He thought of An Jiayu's bloodless face and trembling voice not long ago, and his heart softened.

"It doesn't hurt." An Jiayu's eyes were too serious.

They were the same height, similar build, so close that the tips of their noses almost touched the tips of their noses.The eyes intertwined, and the two heads turned to the sides tacitly.

They are not stupid, and after a series of intentional or unintentional running-in exercises, they gradually become handy.

It would be great if electromagnetic force and ion balance in aqueous solution were as easy as kissing.As long as two people open their mouths slightly, they can work together.

He didn't eat lunch, and he was almost too hungry to panic after tossing around. The sweetness of the peach made him move his index finger, almost greedily entwining it.An Jiayu pressed close to an inch, one hand rested on the cold wall behind his head, he sat on the ground with his buttocks, his head lay in the palm of the open hand, and naturally wrapped his arms around the other's waist.The sound of sticky kisses echoed in the extraordinary humidity of the bathroom, accompanied by the hot laughter of the boys and girls outside the window like the scorching sun.

When the door of the dormitory was knocked, they were suddenly separated from each other. An Jiayu scrambled to open the door while retying his messy hair.

The author says:

Small problem, small problem.