Juliet Tower

On the first day of the band's rehearsal, there were not enough people. There were a few prospective high school students who had gone on a trip and hadn't returned yet.

It was the first time Qiao Yumian saw the harp up close, and it was even more spectacular than imagined. It made Mr. Chen who was sitting on the side extraordinarily petite.

An Jiayu was communicating with the conductor teacher, and Xiao Tong was leaving for Germany. This time he will finally participate in the performance of the orchestra as the chief violinist, which made many members very excited.

"How is your hand?" Yin Feng, who hadn't seen him for a long time, sat down next to him, "When the parents received the text message, I was still thinking, who is so miserable, I didn't expect it to be you."

"It will take a while to fully recover, no problem." Qiao Yumian put down the piano case and assembled the flute, "How do you know it's me?"

"I heard what Han Zhuoyi said. Um...that, you guys are quite familiar."

He just put the mouthpiece on his mouth, he couldn't hold his breath and almost choked himself, turned to look at Yin Feng: "...well, it's quite familiar...why?"

"She seems to be going to participate in a physics competition. I don't know which school she will go to." Yin Feng's expression was as if nothing had happened, but he kept swallowing. .

"Should go to the best school. It doesn't matter whether it's an exam or a recommendation." Qiao Yumian pretended not to notice, and lowered her head to write and draw on the scores.

"That's right. She didn't study much for the final exam. She just kept working on the physics problems, but she got a total score of 711. It's too perverted..." The other party finally let go of the flute and sighed.

Qiao Yumian silently played a piece of Mozart in D major to warm up.

No matter how perverted Han Zhuoyi is, they can still stay in the same city, and the future will be long.

"Come, come, students, please be quiet." The conductor clapped his hands and stood in the center of the semicircle, "It's been a long time since I got the score, how is everyone practicing?"

"It's okay." The following sporadic and unconvincing response.

"It all started last night." The teacher smiled knowingly, "It's okay, let's take some time to take it down this week. Come on, let's go for a try first."

Qiao Yumian sat in the first row of woodwinds, near the first and second violins, and could just see An Jiayu's profile from between the erected bows.From the beginning to the end, the man's eyebrows were hardly calm, sometimes raised, sometimes furrowed, his expression was indescribable.

Not to mention that An Jiayu was dissatisfied, even Qiao Yumian, a half layman, could tell that the string department was in a mess, and the conductor's stick was almost a decoration, and everyone was staring at the unfamiliar score, like catching a train Snap shot.

After reaching the fourth section, An Jiayu finally breathed a sigh of relief, crossed the crowd, glanced at the harp teacher Chen and cello master Han Zhuoyi respectively, and nodded to the conductor.

Sitting in the crowd, his facial expression returned to calm, and he set up his bow alone in a large section of ethereal and dreamy harp introduction, and the atmosphere changed at this moment.

Bright and mellow, the resonating box of his violin seems to be special, and the melody that comes out has a surprisingly infectious power.

Almost everyone listened to this solo with great reluctance, and then carefully laid the groundwork with the easy cooperation of the chief violinist.Although this cutscene started hastily, it ended with something left unsatisfactory.

The conductor put down his baton and didn't speak, just looked at An Jiayu silently.

Not only the conductor, but everyone looked at him involuntarily, and the man sat calmly and calmly at the intersection of everyone's eyes, without any embarrassment.

"Let's practice each music part first... if you are familiar with it, let's talk about other things. One afternoon should be enough for everyone to be familiar with the score." An Jiayu stood up and shook his head with a smile. , this is probably the last time many people will cooperate.”

"Okay." The answer was unexpectedly neat, and the eyes of the girls in the front row of the string department were twinkling, and it was hard to tell whether it was admiration or excitement.

On such occasions, An Jiayu would subconsciously hide her escaping side, and transformed herself into the backbone of everyone.

In the next few days, everyone got along smoothly.

The flute is at leisure, and Qiao Yumian often sits alone in a corner of the auditorium after the woodwind rehearsal, plugging in headphones and waiting for An Jiayu to finish the rehearsal of the string department.

"You go back to the dormitory and wait, isn't it uncomfortable to sit on the floor?" Between rehearsals, An Jiayu sat beside him, and naturally took a few sips from his bottle of water.

"It's all the same. Wait for you." Qiao Yumian took off her earphones and paused the English radio station. Even if she couldn't hear it, it was a pleasure just watching An Jiayu play the piano.

"...you are here to disturb the morale of the army..." The chief curled his lips.

Qiao Yumian was taken aback for a moment: "I can't tell, I think you are quite attentive."

"...Who said you messed with me? Look at those school girls who have just graduated from high school." An Jiayu put the half-drinked mineral water bottle between the two of them, and raised his chin to the air.

He looked in that direction, and the violins sitting together suddenly giggled together. After laughing, there was one who was brave enough to run directly in front of them, and stretched out his hand to Qiao Yumian: "Senior, eat candy."

"Thank you." Qiao Yumian took it out of politeness, and looked down at the super strong mint, so she handed it to An Jiayu, "No, refresh yourself."

An Jiayu's fingertips seemed to stay in the palm of his hand deliberately for a moment before leaving. When he squeezed his two fingers hard, there was a soft bang sound, and the spherical candy rushed into his mouth.He mumbled with one cheek in his mouth: "So, can you go back to the dormitory and wait for me?"

"... Oh." Even if he didn't tell Qiao Yumian, he would go back.He always felt that he didn't get so much attention before meeting An Jiayu, "They...should be looking at you..."

The temperature on the campus open day was said to be a 20-year high.

Their performances are divided into two performances, at eleven o'clock in the morning and three o'clock in the afternoon.

Most of the parents were in suits and leather shoes, so the air conditioner in the small auditorium was extremely high. Qiao Yumian was wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt over a T-shirt. His hands and feet were freezing cold, so he had to open the door and go to a shaded place outside to warm up his limbs. It's almost time to go in.

"Why did you come out?" An Jiayu was extremely busy these days, busy coordinating time, asking for leave, and booking air tickets and hotels.He is about to transform into a trapeze man. The two competitions are in Indiana, USA, and Genoa, Italy, with a distance of more than [-] kilometers.

An Jiayu is the chief and also the kanban of the school orchestra, so the teacher put on a knitted vest that is only worn in spring and autumn to focus on it.He was already afraid of heat, so he started sweating on his forehead after only standing outside for 5 minutes, and his hairline was thin and reflective.

"Peach is not yellow"

"It's too cold inside, my fingers are frozen and I can't press the keys. Don't worry about me, just go in." Qiao Yumian pushed him.

"Come in, too. Standing outside for a long time is prone to heat stroke." The man said as he took off his knitted vest. "You put it on first, and it won't start until 10 minutes later. Return it to me before the show starts." The hair was messed up too hard, and An Jiayu tied it up again as she walked. Today it is a ponytail, a short section, like a fluffy clump of Mexican feather grass.

From the moment they entered, Qiao Yumian had the illusion of being surrounded.

With an extra layer of vest worn by An Jiayu, he was much warmer. Standing in the preparation area under the stage, he took a few sips of water from An Jiayu.

Not far away, there were suddenly a few excited whispers, and he vaguely heard a sentence: "You are so handsome... and the two of them drank a bottle of water, right?"

He looked up suddenly, and found that the person who said this was the school girl who handed him mints that day.

The junior girl happily smirked at him, and she didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, and then crossed the crowd and stuffed him with two candies: "Senior, eat candy." She asked cautiously, "Can I take a photo for you?"

"...Why..." Qiao Yumian shook her hand as she took the candy.

"Because he's handsome! Haha. They don't dare to say, let me ask." She pointed to the group of violins.

"Let's take a picture. Make it look better." An Jiayu came over at the right time and took a piece of candy.

"Actually, the filming is over..." The girl smiled slyly, "It's very handsome, Nuo."

The picture on the mobile phone screen is very messy. Among the densely packed blurred figures, two are particularly clear. They are next to each other, and one is whispering to the other.

It should be An Jiayu who asked him if he wanted some water just now.That person's eyes were as bright and focused as ever, and they fell on his side face. Unfortunately, Qiao Yumian was looking down at the toes of his shoes, and he didn't know how many times he missed such eyes.

"Well, it's a good shot." An Jiayu returned the phone to the original owner, "Add a WeChat and send it to me."

"is it okay!"

"Okay, how long have you been learning the violin? After today's performance, a new principal will be elected. I will vote for you."

"I've been practicing since elementary school...but I'm still far from the seniors..." The girl was a little embarrassed by the praise, but she couldn't help but smile, "Actually, I haven't thought about whether I want to become a major in the future."

Qiao Yumian looked at the time, took off the vest and handed it to An Jiayu: "It's ready. Don't mess with your hair."

"Ah."

The author says:

It seems to be talking about love in the open and aboveboard