Juliet Tower

An Jiayu opened her eyes, the blanket beside her was still warm, but the person was gone.He turned over and reached for his phone to check the time. He had only slept for more than half an hour.In the summer afternoon, the cicadas were cut off by the window, so it was not considered noisy, and he could hear the slight panting sound from the bathroom.

The interval between the morning and afternoon sessions of the final exam was as long as three and a half hours. He specially set the alarm for an hour and a half to let Qiao Yumian sleep for a while.Others walked into the examination room 10 minutes early in the morning, packed lightly and only carried a transparent pencil case.Qiao Yumian was the only one who came here by bumping for more than an hour early in the morning, and the occasional high temperature began at the end of June. During the ten-minute walk from the station to the teaching building, that person's pale face was rarely rosy.

An Jiayu and others handed him a bottle of normal temperature mineral water at the stairs: "It's too late."

"Ah."

Then they went up to the third floor together, and An Jiayu sent him away to continue climbing up to the liberal arts examination room.

He doesn't have the habit of taking a nap, but he is gradually infected by Qiao Yumian, and he tends to doze off after lunch.After a long time, I simply closed my eyes with him for a while.Most of the time, they wake up earlier than the other party, and occasionally wake up together.

On the contrary, Qiao Yumian almost never woke up first.

An Jiayu gently got out of bed with her mobile phone in her hand, silently walked to the bathroom door, gently pushed the door with her fingertips, and it was naturally locked from the inside.But the heavy panting sound was very close, and he immediately deduced that Qiao Yumian was leaning against the door panel at this moment...

They occasionally have such a slightly awkward moment, maybe when they are kissing, maybe they are laughing, maybe it is just after a cozy nap.But in most cases, the two boys who are not thick-skinned will let go of each other and calm down.

Perhaps because of the hormonal shock this time, Qiao Yumian chose to solve the problem on the spot for the first time.

An Jiayu's head was a little dazed, he swallowed, and decided to pretend he didn't hear.Like a thief, he tiptoed to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of ice water, trying to relieve the heat from the inside out.

But the air conditioner is out of effect now, and so is the ice water.

The sighs scrambling to escape through the crack of the door are hotter than the midsummer sun outside the window.He couldn't help staring at the thin door panel, as if he could see every movement of the people inside at this moment.

The man raised his head in his mind, leaned against the door with half-closed eyelids slightly showing blood vessels, shrugged his thin shoulders slightly, and moved his beautiful hand, sometimes biting his lips tightly, sometimes trembling and sighing softly.

An Jiayu endured until the blood vessels began to swell, so he had to gently untie the drawstring of his shorts, leaning against the door without anyone noticing, and gently closing the rhythm behind him, enjoying the short-term distraction while taking half a breath Fan, while using the remaining shame to condemn from the bottom of my heart: An Jiayu, you are so perverted.

But he ignored one point. When the panting behind his back gradually subsided, the toilet flushed, and then the faucet was turned on.

An Jiayu suddenly realized that there was a time difference between them, and Qiao Yumian was over.

click.

The locked door was unscrewed.

"Wait!" In desperation and helplessness, he stopped the other party, "Qiao Yumian... You, don't come out, don't open the door... Wait a minute..."

But this matter... Anxiety affects the rhythm and speed instead... He suddenly felt a little desperate, and this was the most embarrassing moment in 18 years.He heard his own choked breathing, let go in frustration...

"An Jiayu." Qiao Yumian suddenly spoke from the other side of the door, her voice still a little hoarse, "Continue."

The voice was very soft, like a pair of invisible hands gently massaging An Jiayu's ears, it made goose bumps all over her body.He turned his head slightly and his messy breathing quickly regained his rhythm: "You... don't look."

In the afternoon English, Qiao Yumian answered quickly, and the questions were not difficult for him.

He carefully placed the answer sheet and test paper on the corner of the table, and laid them on the desk of a strange classmate.The scene that made people blush and heartbeat at noon was lingering. An Jiayu's series of panting caused his heartbeat to stall again. He couldn't help but wonder if the artist's hands would be any different.

A week later, the exam and final exam results will be issued at the same time.Qiao Yumian's grades were no longer stable, and she was stuck in the 20th place in science.There is no village in front, but there is no distance behind.

As soon as the grades were distributed, the school issued a notice to them to approve the senior year, and they held a meeting in the small auditorium before school.

Every aspect of the experimental high school is different from ordinary private middle schools, so their school still stubbornly refuses to offer summer supplementary classes, becoming a clear stream among many high schools.The leaders firmly believe that those who can learn consciously, it doesn’t matter whether the school makes up lessons or not, and those who don’t listen to lectures no matter how hard they work, it still doesn’t work, just like those typical schools that make up for it every month and every day at the back door of the classroom, the cost-effectiveness rate remains the same much lower than the experiment.

"Enrolling in a university is just a small part of growing up. I believe that the students in our school have far more vision than that. So how to arrange the holidays is up to you. What to learn, what to play, what to study, the school will never There is no need to test your self-consciousness." The dean paused, "However, the school naturally has to provide students with all choices and help. During the holidays, lecture halls, libraries and dormitories are kept open. The teachers in charge of the class will also take turns on duty, and you can ask any questions. There will also be some windows in the cafeteria.”

Hearing this, Qiao Yumian breathed a sigh of relief.

The first day of the holiday was Xiaoshu, and before Qiao Yumian went to school, Li Huijun poured him a bowl of mung bean soup without sugar.

Their mother and son reached a consensus, as if there were no holidays, and they should keep studying step by step every day without slacking off, Qiao Yumian could only wish for it.

The vicinity of the school is not as quiet as usual, and there are more construction site transport vehicles coming and going.

In the scorching summer, the potted dragonflies bloomed sickly, smaller than spring flowers, and the color was pale. The air conditioner in the bedroom was often turned on and could not be ventilated all the time, and some of them were about to suffer from powdery mildew.During the lunch break, Qiao Yumian simply moved it downstairs and entrusted Teacher Liu to take care of it.

"Those muck trucks are just running in this way, and the air quality is not good..." Mr. Liu took the flower pot and pointed to the outdoor shrubs and complained, "Look at those leaves, which were originally shiny, but now they have fallen off. layer of ashes."

By the way, Qiao Yumian borrowed the public kitchen on the first floor to boil a big pot of mung bean soup, and melted a few cubes of rock sugar while it was hot.An Jiayu is not here today. He only lives in the dormitory on Wednesday and Thursday every week. In September, he will participate in two international heavyweight violin competitions. Only after the competition is over can he concentrate on his final school year.

"You said competition or something, it would be great to participate next year. I have to join in the excitement of the third year of high school." Teacher Liu didn't understand.

"It's not every year. The two competitions he wants to participate in are only held once every four years." Qiao Yumian explained, "And those competitions have age requirements. Most competitions are not eligible after the age of 30, so 20 years old Left and right are the busiest for violinists."

The cooled soup was divided into several clean milk tea bottles, and the date was written with an oil-based pen, and it was delivered to An Jiayu's refrigerator upstairs later, so that he could finish practicing the piano at noon, take a bath and blow dry his hair at night. Drinking a bottle is just right.

"Boys are not as careful as you are now." Teacher Liu joked, "Grow flowers for him to accompany him to study, and make mung bean soup for him to relieve the heat. No wonder he likes you because he is so high-minded."

Bang!Qiao Yumian's hand that was washing the pot trembled, and the whole stainless steel cooking pot fell to the bottom of the pool.

"Oh, be careful. I just praised you." Teacher Liu rubbed her heart.

That sentence meant nothing else, Qiao Yumian silently picked up the pot, and secretly sighed that she was guilty of being a thief.

In An Jiayu's two competitions, with more than a dozen pieces, only one Bach in C major, one Beethoven op30 and two Paganini caprices overlap.There is a thick stack of music scores, with a cumulative duration of more than three hours, all of which need to be performed from memory.After the end of the exam, this person's left hand would always subconsciously press the strings, sometimes pressing his right arm, sometimes pressing Qiao Yumian's, and sometimes just sliding meaninglessly in the air, as if Switch positions unconsciously.

"If you're busy, you don't need to come to school." Qiao Yumian was afraid of delaying his practice.

"Always take a break and change your mind. And our band will perform on the campus open day at the end of next month, and I'll send the score to the music teacher. I guess you'll get the notification in the next two days." In the evening, An Jiayu sent him off to the station.

Ji Xiaxia got dark very late, and the light after seven o'clock was just right.

They walked from the school gate to the station side by side, and in the distance followed a white cat with a golden bell around its neck, which was raised by someone's family.

Qiao Yumian stopped and looked back, and the cat also stopped, standing motionless in the middle of the road.He walked on as if nothing had happened, and the cat followed suit.

"You can't be some kind of animal." An Jiayu squinted at the black cat, then turned around and pinched his chin.

Qiao Yumian opened his mouth, but his voice was covered by the sound of the car behind him.

On the bus departing from the terminal, sporadic two or three passengers swayed left and right following the speed of the wind.

Actually came early.He grabbed his belt tightly and was about to trot for two steps. When he turned around, he realized that the muck truck in the opposite direction was driving towards the construction site as if imminent, and the rumble was deafening.

It's a narrow road, these muck trucks have always been rampant, and they don't obey the rules in the downtown area, let alone such an empty and remote place.

Maybe the driver was distracted, the muck truck pressed the double solid line in the middle of the road and rushed towards the bus, the bus master turned to dodge in a hurry.

In a flash, the bus rushed onto the sidewalk.Such a spacious road, just happened to have an accident in front of them.

A strong wind pressure hit his face, Qiao Yumian didn't have time to take out a pen and paper to check the calculation and came up with a correct solution, so he only used his instinct to block all luck, hugged An Jiayu and chose a direction to roll over.

The author says:

Everyone is fine...