Juliet Tower

On January [-]st, at noon of the new year, Qiao Yumian stood in front of the closet and searched for a long time.

Apart from his school uniform, he has no formal attire. Although the official website of the concert hall says "no dress code", according to An Jiayu, the vast majority of classical music lovers still adhere to the good tradition and attend in formal attire.

In the end, he chose a pair of dark blue khaki pants and a basic white shirt that he is used to.

The khaki pants were bought during the shopping mall promotion during the summer vacation of the first year of high school. When I first bought them, the trousers were still piled up. It has been almost two years now. He wears them carefully on weekdays, and they are still [-]% new.It's just that the person grows a little taller, and a two-centimeter narrow side just fits gently.

Put on a gray sweater cardigan and a horn button coat. Although it is not as warm as a down jacket, it looks like a concertgoer.

Qiao Yumian pushed open the door, but there was no one in the house.Now he doesn't have to report to anyone when he goes out, and he doesn't have to lie.Li Huijun didn't ask at all. Although she has retired, she still dresses up and goes out every day, even on rest days.Qiao Yumian kept silent about this, and made up her mind to open her mouth after she had finished her psychological preparation.

Arriving at the station after one o'clock, the business districts in the city center are intertwined and crowded.He was in the crowd, passing by many buildings, and stopped at a flower shop on the corner of the street.

In such a prime location, the price of fresh cut flowers is nearly double that of the subway stations in residential areas, but relatively speaking, the selection has also grown exponentially. Not to mention the common roses, lilies, and carnations. Looking through the glass window, there are many that he can’t name. Novelty flowers.Most of the flower buds are half open, fresh and tender, not even a gray moldy rotten leaf is seen.

The florist is standing in front of the workbench and is wrapping the bouquets, and the customers near the cashier are paying.

The main flower material of the bouquet is a fresh and lovely warm peach pink in the sun, which spreads to the center and gradually becomes a light orange. Half-opened white peony and reddish-brown leaves, covered with bean paste-colored matte paper.

Different from all the bouquets he has seen, there are no messy gypsophila dots, no reflective cellophane, no grandstanding, no vulgarity and no frivolity. The foggy bread flower paper and jujube ribbon create an elegant and sweet temperament. Holding the person in his arms, he looks like a flower giver and a gentleman.

The bouquet of flowers passed him by, and he could discern a hint of floral fragrance from the smell of cologne on the other party's body.

This flower is not only like a peach in color, but also tastes like it. It mixes with the scent of the leaves, and it seems to be exactly the same as the breath of An Jiayu after spraying it.

An Jiayu couldn't sleep last night, chatted with him until 03:30 in the morning, and laughed at himself in WeChat: "I can't sleep, I think that tomorrow's cooperation will be big cows... Apart from you and my parents, there are probably not many people in the audience who are Ben." I went to...

This is the first time he has used the old Italian violin worth tens of millions in public after winning the award, and it is also the first time he has formally cooperated with the top domestic artists.

"Excuse me, which one is the peach-pink bunch of flowers you made just now?" Qiao Yumian entered the store and went straight to the florist who was listing the flowers in front of a stack of orders.

Male florists are rare, and the other party raised his head in his busy schedule, looked at him friendly for a while, then turned his head and pointed his chin behind: "Import rose area, Julietta."

Qiao Yumian thanked her, and walked alone through the entire flower wall, and found that gradient peach pink among dozens of roses of different colors and shapes.

A multi-headed rose, Julietta, from Kenya.He squatted down and observed carefully. Each main flower branch will branch out into three or four branches, and three or four flowers will bloom at the top, so it is called a multi-headed rose... He looked at the price, and the imported niche flowers lived up to expectations. A few pieces of traditional roses stand out, and one branch costs 40 yuan.

It may not be so expensive on weekdays.Now is the peak season, which coincides with the New Year... Qiao Yumian only hesitated for half a minute, then made up his mind, turned around and asked the florist, "Excuse me."

"Well, you said." The florist turned around, holding the flower stem in his left hand, and looking for a place to intersperse with a bunch of dark green round leaves in his right hand.

"How many flowers are enough for a bouquet?" He pointed to a bucket of peach-colored petals on his side.

"It can be based on your budget." The florist smiled confidently. When a person is confident, his gestures are shining, and the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows has become his foil. "Even one or two can make a good-looking one." bouquet."

Qiao Yumian pursed her lips: "The budget is about 200 yuan."

Not very rich, but this is his full net worth now. Thanks to Li Huijun being too lazy to get up early, he transferred an extra 200 yuan for meals at the end of last month to send him off.He was afraid that he would go out with An Jiayu during the holidays, so he saved every penny, but today is different...

"Okay, do you have any requirements for matching flowers?" The other party's hands were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, the small bouquet of natural wind in his hand had already stood on the table, and was wrapped in crumpled kraft paper.

"..." He swept around and lost his way in the chaos of flowers.

The other party waited patiently for a minute, and after completing the work in hand, he walked up to him and said thoughtfully, "If you don't have any special ideas, you can leave it to me."

Qiao Yumian nodded, deciding to trust the judgment of professionals.

"Is it a girlfriend?" The florist asked casually, "Birthday or just a date to send flowers? Does she like pink?"

"It's not...girlfriend..." Qiao Yumian was taken aback for a moment, then bit her lower lip lightly, not wanting to say she was a girlfriend, but also embarrassed to say she was a boyfriend.

The florist was walking in front of the flower wall, pulling out a few elegant leaves and holding them in his hands.Hearing the words, he turned his head and glanced at him slowly, his smile restrained a little, the teasing in his eyes disappeared, and was replaced by a bit of inquiry: "Birthday or anniversary?"

Just looking at each other, he inexplicably felt that the other party seemed to understand him, so he tentatively added: "He is a violinist. There is a concert performance today." When he said this, he didn't notice that he actually bent over Curved the corner of the mouth, held up the chin.

"clear."

An Jiayu performed two performances a day, one performance from 03:30 p.m. to 07 p.m., cooperating with the famous pianist Schubert C Major Violin and Piano Fantasia, and the evening performance from 30:[-] p.m. to [-] p.m., cooperating with the top orchestra in China Ramendelssohn Violin Concerto in E minor.Qiao Yumian has both tickets, and even got a work permit to enter and exit the backstage, and can enter An Jiayu's lounge, but there are so many people, he doesn't intend to do that.

He got backstage 10 minutes early, and asked the staff to hand over the bundle of Juliettes, then turned and left, and entered the auditorium to wait for the show to begin.His seat is in the back of the middle, which is the most effective area in the entire concert hall.The cellist An Zhen arrived late, and sat down with a nod to the front, back, left, and right sides, only two seats away from Qiao Yumian.

An Jiayu asked him the best position, but he was still not interested in classical music, not dull, but not very intoxicated, and after half an hour after the opening, he even lingered on the edge of ecstasy until An Jiayu made his debut.

The people on the stage were wearing well-fitting black suits and black shirts, their soft curly hair was not overly processed, and their bangs were hanging down their cheeks, looking natural and comfortable.

But in Qiao Yumian's eyes, no matter what An Jiayu wears, it has color, even the air around him has color, and so does his melody.

He stood in the bright place, with a straight neck and back, and closed his eyes slightly at the moment of bowing, like a swan gathering strength for a long journey.

Originally, Qiao Yumian was a little worried that staying up all night would affect his state, but the moment the bow was pulled proved that everything was unfounded.

The piece lasted more than 20 minutes without any pause between the movements, but the performer has such a magical power that makes everyone tireless, focused, and even secretly excited.

The tone of the old piano is bright and full, and the details of the lyrical part and the high-pitched part are astonishing. The vibration of the strings after leaving the bow lasted for a long time in the hall before disappearing, followed by a burst of thunderous applause, and a bouquet of flowers from the audience at the curtain call audience.

The young violinist was overwhelmed last night, and indeed someone came specially for him, and more and more bouquets would be delivered to the stage after he played, filling his lounge.

An Jiayu was born for the violin, for classical music, and for the stage.

Qiao Yumian couldn't help feeling sad watching that swan fly higher and higher, what could he do to let such a star hang down his eyes for him?

After the concert ended, Qiao Yumian sat alone and waited. The stage lights were turned off, the audience left, and it was lonely and quiet.

He heard footsteps slowly approaching from behind, and a slightly warm palm landed on his head and rubbed it.

He raised his head, and the man stood behind the seat and bent over, kissing his forehead heavily, with a squeak.

Qiao Yumian opened her eyes again, a Juliette was swaying in front of her eyes, An Jiayu hugged the bouquet of flowers he sent and walked around him: "Let's go, go eat."

The author says:

It was the first time I sat in the auditorium of the concert hall to watch him play.