Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian stayed here again after more than half a year.

The owner of the dormitory is afraid of the heat, and the air conditioner is often left on all night. Although he prefers the natural wind of summer nights, the tenants of course have to do as the Romans do. He is wearing An Jiayu pajamas, curled up in the air-conditioning blanket and still feels a bit cold.

The sound of rushing water in the bathroom stopped abruptly. After a while, An Jiayu ran out wearing only a pair of pajama pants with wet curly hair on top. There was a clacking sound on the floor.He opened the refrigerator door, gulped down half a bottle of ice water, let out a long sigh of relief and rushed back, and then there was the buzzing noise of a hair dryer from the crack in the door, and when he reappeared, his skin was flushed from head to toe.

"Drying your hair in summer is hell." An Jiayu fished over the remote control by the table, beeped twice on the air conditioner, and just about to lie down on the bed, she met Qiao Yumian who had wrapped herself into a silkworm chrysalis, and then silently Grab back the remote and turn the temperature back on.

"No need." Seeing him so hot that he wanted to stick out his tongue, Qiao Yumian couldn't bear it, "I just need a quilt."

"If the tone is too low, it's easy to catch a cold." An Jiayu hugged him together with the blanket, "If you can't sleep, we can chat. Or you can recite the question for me, Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Movement, come."

Qiao Yumian struggled to stretch out an arm from under the quilt, and reached over An Jiayu's shoulder to touch the mobile phone at the corner of the table. It was only eleven o'clock. He should sit in a chair and study for a while at this time, but this dormitory made him feel a little discouraged , Then, just recite the question.

"1851-1864. The Jintian Uprising marked the rise of the movement, and the Yong'an system marked the initial establishment of political power. In 1853, Tianjing was established as the capital, and the "Tianmu System of the Heavenly Dynasty" was used as the revolutionary program in the early days..." He stepped on each scoring point in turn.

"You can come as soon as you open your mouth..." An Jiayu patted him on the back to encourage him, "Then, the formation of the Qin Dynasty's centralized power system?"

"The Qin Dynasty was the first unified and centralized feudal country in Chinese history..." They were very close, so Qiao Yumian lay lazily, and only slightly vibrated her vocal cords to whisper, the other party could hear clearly, he I have used Anjiayu's toothpaste, shower gel and shampoo, and my whole body smells like mixed fruits. The sweetness is a bit childish.

In 5 minutes, he stepped on the spot again with precision. An Jiayu loosened his arms and stared at him with doubts: "You have only read history for a few hours, do you have a photographic memory?"

"I've learned these since freshman year of high school. I've got 93 in history, 92 in geography, and 83 in politics." Qiao Yumian felt that his eyes were too bright, so he simply closed his eyes, "If I studied literature, I'd probably have a better life than now."

"Then why are you studying theory... Maybe we can still be in the same class by studying literature..."

"Yeah." Qiao Yumian buried her head in the quilt, "It would be nice if I could learn literature. But it's not possible. My mother can't accept it."

"She...you can't... fight for a while? You can't do whatever she says, you can't live for her forever..." An Jiayu was a little excited.

I would love to fight.

Qiao Yumian hid quietly in the blanket, but couldn't say those words.He knew that An Jiayu couldn't understand, their family environment was very different, and he couldn't resist the person who raised him with all his heart and money.When a person regards you as the only motivation for survival, you dare not and cannot bear to let her down.In the face of blood relationship and family, Qiao Yumian had no choice.

But it will be over after a while...everything will be fine...he put a sticker on the other person's chest through the quilt, and turned on the air conditioner, and the person's skin didn't seem so hot anymore.

"Little Qiao?" An Jiayu seemed to sense his helplessness, and did not continue, "Why are you bored in the quilt, come out, and continue to recite the questions."

"Well. Carry what..."

"Ming and Qing's measures to strengthen the autocratic monarchy..." An Jiayu gently pulled down the blanket in front of him.

The voice in the ears became softer and softer, and finally turned into a long and even breath that gently pounced on the skin. An Jiayu opened his eyes: "Qiao Yumian?"

...Is it so useful to recite the questions?

Schrödinger's insomnia...

He touched Qiao Yumian's fingers on the edge of the blanket, which looked like ice cubes, and after thinking about it, he turned off the air conditioner.

As soon as Qiao Yumian woke up to dawn, it was twenty past five, and the outlines of buildings could be vaguely seen outside the grayish-yellow window.

Tilting her head, An Jiayu's pajamas were lifted up to her ribs, revealing her flat belly, which was bulging in accordance with the rhythm of her breathing, and looked full of elasticity.He shook his head, covered his clothes back, and wiped the fine sweat from the tip of his slender nose.

The orange warning for sandstorms lasted for two days, and after the end of the examination, it fell to yellow.

When school was over on Friday, a large sunset glow appeared, like diluted watercolor, smudged with pink, blue, purple and red.

Saturday is An Jiayu's birthday. They were sitting on the roof of the teaching building. An Jiayu casually invited Qiao Yumian to go home with him: "Don't you claim to be a fan of Teacher An Zhen? She's back, do you want to ask her for an autograph?"

Qiao Yumian shook her head: "I'm not going, your musician's party." It's a musician's party, and it's also a family's party. It's inconvenient for him to appear, "I'll come back next Monday to treat you to dinner."

"What to eat?" An Jiayu was neither surprised nor disappointed.

"...What do you think..." Qiao Yumian glanced in the direction of the cafeteria.In fact, he had thought about it for a long time. A person with nothing suddenly wants to give a gift to a person who is loved by thousands of people. He has no idea.

"Little Qiao." An Jiayu reached out and pinched the back of his neck, as if he could see through his uneasiness at a glance, and kissed him vigorously, "Okay, the presents are over. Seriously prepare for the exam."

Students don't have much room to breathe, with final exams two weeks away as scheduled.

They have basically finished all the courses from senior one to senior three, so this final exam will completely imitate the college entrance examination procedure, taking Chinese, mathematics, English and comprehensive arts and sciences in two days.

This is not good for Qiao Yumian, because his old friend Physics domineeringly occupies 300 points out of 110 in the comprehensive examination paper, and the 10 points he takes away come from his best biology...

"What's wrong?" An Jiayu held a lollipop in his mouth and rubbed his hair with the hand on his shoulder.

"I feel like it's over. I hope the physics will be more difficult..." He scratched the rabbit's tail behind An Jiayu's head irritably, trying to relieve the pressure. Canary hair circle only.

Fortunately, it was only a moment of astonishment. He was the first to react, and ran to the door with his long legs to pick up the keys.

"Hey you!" An Jiayu didn't expect him to come suddenly, and quickly followed up, chasing after him the moment the door lock was unscrewed and strangled him tightly.

The future violinist's arms were slender and slender, but they were so powerful that he was about to vomit blood in an instant: "I'll give it back to you. Don't make a fuss." The loose curly hair was just below his shoulders, fluffy and soft, sweeping across the two of them playing. Closer profile.Qiao Yumian couldn't believe what she had done, she was as idiotic as a primary school student.

"You, tell Brother Xiaoyu that I was wrong." An Jiayu forced him to beg for mercy.

He squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "No..."

"No, right, then just bear with it." An Jiayu's hand slipped to his side ribs in an instant, and swam over a few ribs with the strength of kneading the strings.

"Don't, don't, don't...ha..." It's over, the pain is unbearable, the itching is really unbearable, he clenches his teeth for more than ten seconds and tears are about to flow out, "I was wrong... I said it all, I was wrong... "

"Calling me like I'm going to kill you." The other party was merciful, grabbed the hair tie in his hand and held it between his teeth, flexibly moved his wrist and fingers, twisted his curly hair into a rabbit's tail in the blink of an eye, and asked vaguely, "How long has it been since you cut your hair?"

Qiao Yumian's forehead hair was already covering her lower eyelids, and when she looked down to read and answer questions, she often used her left hand to lift it and press it on the top of her head: "It seems to be almost two months."

"Aren't you uncomfortable when your sight is blocked? Can I help you shorten it?" An Jiayu straightened his hair, "It's too long. It's boring to look at."

"You still have this?" He raised his head suspiciously.

"There's nothing wrong with it. I'm naturally handy, and I do my hair myself." The man raised his chin in a foul manner.

"You...your hair...wasn't it permed and dyed?" Qiao Yumian vigorously blew on his side-parted bangs, which were brown under the sunlight.

"...No, I am naturally curly, just like my mother. And I was born with this color, just like my dad."

"Natural curly... Shouldn't it be an afro..." Qiao Yumian stared in surprise at the curly hair that seemed to be carefully designed by a stylist.

"It depends on luck. Obviously I have better luck." An Jiayu shrugged.

Taking advantage of Qiao Yumian's hesitation, An Jiayu plunged into the bathroom and rummaged through the cabinets for a while, and actually took out a set of decent hair combs and hair clippers, and dragged a chair in the middle of the room, facing the natural light at noon outside the window.

"But I can only modify the shape, I can't make any styling." An Jiayu grabbed a handful of side clips, and layered his hair seriously.

The glasses were taken off, and the direct light was a bit dazzling. Qiao Yumian simply closed his eyes and rested his mind. He felt the cool scissors brush against his forehead and temples and the back of his neck. After a while, he lost consciousness and was woken up by An Jiayu shaking his shoulders.

"Put your head straight, or it will be cut crookedly for you. You can fall asleep this way...I'm convinced, why have I never seen you suffer from insomnia..." The temporary teacher Tony complained while holding his face Turn side to side and admire the results of your work.

Qiao Yumian didn't get enough sleep, her eyelids were half drooping, and she leaned on his palm and shook her head: "You won't lose sleep when you're here."

"..." An Jiayu was stunned, frowned, bit her lip and continued to fix the details for him, but she seemed a little absent-minded, the distance was getting closer and closer, her uncovered eyes were like a puppy's tongue, as if she wasn't looking at him, Instead, lick him.

The silver scissors lingered absently near the eyebrows. Qiao Yumian was really worried that he would accidentally disfigure her face, so she reached out and grabbed the other's right hand: "Put it down first, and then cut after kissing."

The author says:

childish ghost hhhh