Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian felt that most of the reason An Jiayu went to school every day was for her own sake, so she always felt a little sorry.

But An Jiayu firmly refused to admit it, and pushed it to the orchestra for rehearsal.

"You go to the lecture theater. I have an appointment with Mr. Chen and Han Zhuoyi to practice the fourth selection together in the afternoon." He woke Qiao Yumian from his sleep, holding the piano case in his hand, "Let's go to the small auditorium first." He gave a heavy kiss, turned and left.

He was talking about the fourth piece of the Swan Lake suite, with the highlights on the harp and the violinist.

They chose the familiar "Prelude", "Four Little Swans", "Pas de Deux" and "Napolitan Dances" from the suite for this performance, with a total duration of about 15 minutes.

Qiao Yumian originally wanted to quit because of his fingers, and besides, the flute that was injured while riding a horse had also returned, so he should return his position.But An Jiayu refused: "No, haven't you seen the flute score? It's not long and simple. You can practice after removing the splint. A day or two is enough. And the Napoli part happens to be Two flutes and a piccolo, you can't be lazy."

It's not difficult, the monophonic foil for the long sections of the flute is just to add layers to the ensemble, and the little finger of the left hand doesn't need to press the button... The most important thing is that after the third year of high school, he may never have the chance to perform with An Jiayu again.

So he agreed nervously, and was afraid that his fingers would not recover as before and delay everyone's practice.

Fortunately, God sold his face. During the follow-up visit in early August, the doctor praised him for recovering well, and he can start to gradually recover.

"After the splint is removed for you, you should also be careful. Rehabilitation should be done slowly, step by step, and don't rush. Soft tissue injuries, including bone calcification, it is normal to have slight pain. After all, I haven't moved for a month. But don't be hard on yourself!"

"Then can you play the flute?" Qiao Yumian asked.

"You need to press harder on the button of your flute. You can try to press my hand first." The doctor was also a little uncertain.

"You don't need to press the little finger, but you need to use the other fingers." Qiao Yumian pinched the doctor's wrist to demonstrate the strength.

"Oh, it doesn't need to be pressed... I thought I had to use all ten fingers. If you don't press, it's not a big problem. If you feel pain in one position for a long time, you should rest."

"Ok, thank you."

"Are you going to play the flute again?" Li Huijun couldn't help asking him in the taxi on the way back.

"Well, the orchestra had a performance on the opening day." Qiao Yumian saw the driver's eyes staring straight at him in the rearview mirror.

"It's already the third year of high school, do you still have the mind to do this?"

"It's just a week of practice. Didn't we also watch the show before entering school?" Qiao Yumian lowered her voice, hoping that Li Huiyun would realize that her voice was loud, but it was all in vain.

"Are there any other high school students besides you and An Jiayu? He is an art student, and he can go to college with a score of two to three hundred on the test. Don't be foolish and waste time by others. He's already been injured..."

"Mom." He couldn't help interrupting Li Huijun, "Let's go home and talk, we'll be there soon." He was used to Li Huijun scolding himself, but he couldn't hear him making such assumptions about An Jiayu.

Li Huijun was rarely interrupted by him like this. He obviously had indigestion, and his complexion was not very good in the second half of the taxi.

"Mom. Han Zhuoyi is here, and many seniors are here. Except for a few who are admitted to art colleges, seniors will automatically withdraw from the club after this time." When he got home, he took the initiative to set up steps for his mother.

"She's participating too? Isn't she going to participate in the physics competition next month?" Hearing Han Zhuoyi's name, Li Huijun's brows loosened and then tightened, "If he can enter the finals and get a good ranking, he can be admitted with a lower score , Maybe I will walk you... Alas, I don't know how her mother will show off in front of me. A few days ago, she pretended to ask me about your injury... How can Baoqi be secretly laughing behind her back..."

Qiao Yumian couldn't stand it, but he couldn't refute it, otherwise the situation would only get worse, Qiao Zhe's example was vividly displayed before his eyes, not to mention that now Li Huijun has entered menopause and is more sensitive and irritable than before.

So he sat quietly at the table, and listened to those old accounts being brought up countless times, and the ending sentence always fell into one sentence: "Qiao Yumian, you have to live up to your expectations and be successful."

Many times Qiao Yumian couldn't understand her deep resentment.For example, for the aunt, the little sister who I have known since childhood.

Li Huijun was born in a small city in the southern inland, and Qiao Yumian had an uncle whom he had never met.Not only his uncle, but his grandparents are almost strangers to him. He only accompanied his mother back to a funeral when he was seven or eight years old.

The reason why he is unfamiliar is because Li Huijun has already cut off contact with his original family.

In the past, Qiao Zhe revealed intentionally or unintentionally when chatting with him that Li Huiyun’s family is traditionally patriarchal. Her father and mother opened a small restaurant. She has been a babysitter for her younger brother since she was a child. What is fair treatment.

Li Huijun was born strong, and knew that if she didn't work hard, she would be dragged down by her hopeless younger brother for the rest of her life, so she disregarded her parents' opposition and got into a big city in college.A girl, her family ignored her and hoped that she would quit despite difficulties, but she did not give up. She took root here on her own, found a job, got married and had children, and had a new life.

"She always compares you with Han Zhuoyi, probably because she doesn't want to be reconciled." Qiao Zhe lit a cigarette, "When she came here with you, Auntie Yu, it was inevitable that she would compete with you. But Auntie Yu is a fool, and you are a fool." The type, the family is so-so, the looks are so-so, the grades are so-so, the job is so-so, and by chance, I met a husband with good conditions. Your mother is very unbalanced. So she puts her hopes on you, and she has everything that others have. I want to give it to you...so you also understand that he wants you to be better than others..."

"...Well." At that time, he was already sensible, although he didn't want those, but he never said it out.

"Qiao Yumian, did you hear what I said? I'm already one step behind him, so I have to find a way to catch up." Li Huijun stared at him condescendingly.

"Understood. I'll do the questions." Qiao Yumian returned to the desk and opened the pencil case.

When he was picking a pen, a warm ceramic white whale was smiling silly at him.

He silently poked Kanari's plump forehead with his fingertips, telling himself as always, hold on a little longer.After so many years, he can still persist.Li Huijun's menopause will pass, and he will be successfully admitted to a certain university, regain his right to speak little by little, and then start working, earning money, and breaking the threads that shouldn't exist one by one, leaving only his family behind. Necessary human care.

He and An Jiayu may not be... just because they are separated from each other...

Everything will be better.

"Let me play it to you once and you will know how simple it is."

An Jiayu dragged him to the small auditorium, and specially set aside time for Qiao Yumian to practice today.

Except for the part of the Napoli dance, which requires a little breath, the rest of the part can be passed by sight-reading almost once.

"The main thing is to practice coordination during rehearsal." An Jiayu sat on the edge of the stage with the score spread out on her knees, and began to write and draw while Qiao Yumian practiced.

He didn't play for another half a year, and he worked hard to recover and find the feeling. From the beginning of the chromatic scale to the etude, it took an hour in a blink of an eye.

As a result, I didn't feel it when I put it in, but I felt a throbbing pain in my little finger when I stopped.

"What's wrong?" An Jiayu threw away the sheet music and jumped off the stage to take away the flute, "Do your fingers hurt?"

"It's okay, a little cramp. It's still not very flexible... It can't straighten or bend..."

"...What did the doctor say, can he recover completely? Tell the truth, don't lie to me..." An Jiayu held his left hand and gently rubbed the tendons at the base of his little finger.There is a slight pain, but inexplicably comfortable.

"I didn't lie to you. What can be recovered is that it needs to be recovered slowly after a long period of time." Qiao Yumian was afraid that he would not believe it, so she broke it for him to see.This is how he moves his joints these days.

"Hey, don't!" An Jiayu closed his eyes reflexively and couldn't bear to look.

Qiao Yumian became more playful when he saw him like this, so he pretended to hum a few times in pain, and the man immediately became at a loss, and threw the golden flute aside without blinking.

"Hello!" Fortunately, he caught the flute with quick eyesight and quick hands, "It's okay. I'm just kidding, it doesn't hurt that much. Just a little."

An Jiayu raised his head to check his expression repeatedly, and heaved a sigh of relief when he found out that he was really fine. He frowned and scolded him: "Tsk, don't make such a joke. I won't practice today."

He was rarely serious, annoyed and still in shock.

Although Qiao Yumian felt sorry, she couldn't help but get carried away because of An Jiayu's straightforwardness.

He helped the man pack up the musical instruments and music scores, walked back to the dormitory without saying a word, closed the door, and hugged An Jiayu in vain because of his anger that had not dissipated.He couldn't wait to throw him on the door panel, An Jiayu accurately grabbed his left hand to avoid collision, after a long kiss, the skin of both of them changed color.

The man asked in a hoarse voice next to his ear: "Does your hand hurt? Let me help you..."

Qiao Yumian's consciousness was a little erratic.

I can only vaguely remember An Jiayu's gentle and strong fingers, and remember that his Adam's apple was held between his teeth and frustrate him, making him afraid to breathe hard, creating a psychedelic feeling of suffocation. He also remembers the horizontal beam of light falling from the bathroom window Passing through each other, illuminating An Jiayu's wet eyes, remembering that at the end An Jiayu stuffed the hem of his T-shirt into his mouth: "...Bite...or it will get dirty."

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