Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian sat at the table, the lights were not turned on, and the door was not closed.

The first snow fell on the first day of the new year, what a romantic night.

He looked in the direction of the single bed in the second bedroom through a wall, not sure if the woman lying there was crazy or stupid.

"Yu Mian, you have to live up to it. Your mother is the only one." Yu Ying sighed at the door before leaving.

He conscientiously recalled and sorted out Li Huijun's changes in the past six months, from the small ones that his cooking level gradually became abnormal, to the big ones that hurt people today.

— How are you, are you home?Is it cold?The snow is still quite heavy, do your fingers hurt?

Only then did he realize that the concert was over.

Since the fracture, his little finger has been aching when the weather changes. It has lasted from midsummer to the present, especially during autumn and winter, like a bug crawling between the tarsal bones.

--Got home.It doesn't hurt much.

This sentence is not a lie, now his whole body, from head to toe, is numb, it is the numbness that cannot be broken by a little pain.

--Oh……

--that……

——Do you have anything to say...

An Jiayu broke his sentence into three pieces and sent it, as if he was dissatisfied.

--Um?

Qiao Yumian's brain is not very bright at the moment.

——Didn't you say that you really want to hear me play this song... Now that you listen to it, how is it?

The other party has never been a coy person, so naturally he would not blame him for being slow.

Ah, yes.Almost forgot... in e minor...

The first time I heard this song was watching the video of An Jiayu's final.

Sweet, gorgeous, delicate, with both power and tenderness.

This concerto is very suitable for the player and this season, like a cluster of flames ignited in the boundless cold, like a dancing girl in red who is not afraid of the severe cold.

The creator Mendelssohn wrote in a letter to his childhood playmate: "I hope to write a violin concerto for you next winter." So after many winters, this masterpiece handed down from generation to generation finally came out belatedly. It has been handed down to this day, and is honored as the "crushing work" of the violin concerto by later generations.

No matter how highly configurable a computer is, it can't show what happens on the scene. After watching the video, he said that it would be great if he could listen to the scene.

An Jiayu didn't take it seriously: "There will be opportunities in the future."

Then he really fulfilled his promise and specially chose this piece of music in the first public concert, leaving Qiao Yumian the best place.

However, the person who should have heard it the most failed to hear it...

He closed the dialog box in frustration, and reopened it, afraid that the other party would notice something.

In the blink of an eye, he found that An Jiayu had changed his profile picture, and it was a somewhat dim stage. It was easy to misunderstand that it was a black and white picture without clicking on the big picture.

After the show, the concert hall was empty and quiet, most of the lights were off, and everything was hazy.An Jiayu stood alone in the center of the auditorium looking up at the stage, with a corner of her fresh peach color in her arms.And where he was standing was Qiao Yumian's seat.

On the first day of the new year, An Jiayu is full of spirit, elegant and confident, perfect.

He couldn't bear to spoil this beauty, so he lied.

--great.

He felt sorry, but not against his will.Even if he didn't hear it, it must have been a great show, because An Jiayu never disappointed him.

--that's all?

——Excellent.Very, very good.

Every time he typed a word, his heart was squeezed tightly.

The following week was chaotic and orderly. He set off for class early in the morning, and went to the rooftop to talk to Yu Ying during the big break to confirm that Li Huijun was fine.

"Little Qiao... Aren't you going to sleep?" During the lunch break, An Jiayu couldn't help but be suspicious when he checked his phone frequently.

"Sleep..." Obviously no news is good news, but he just can't let it go, especially afraid that Li Huijun will hurt someone when he goes out.When he got home the day before yesterday, Aunt Yu was splashed with tea, but fortunately the tea was already half-warm.

"There's an exam the day after tomorrow, why are you so absent-minded?" The man stared blankly at him, frowning slightly.

Ever since he lied to An Jiayu that night, he never dared to look directly into those clear eyes, so he simply turned over and pretended to be relaxed and said: "...just, I'm worried that I won't do well in the exam and offend my mother." angry."

There was a sigh from behind.

The other party didn't ask any more questions, and didn't know if he believed this nonsense, but just stretched out an arm to wrap around him: "...then, go to sleep." He hesitated to speak, worried and disappointed.

Qiao Yumian almost couldn't help but spit out impulsively, but when he turned over and saw that clean and bright face, and the words came to his lips, the phrase "my mother may be sick" was suppressed by him again, Just close your eyes and press against each other's forehead.

Why tell An Jiayu about this... He is not a doctor or a god, he is just like himself, just a high school senior who is preparing for the exam, saying these things will not help the matter except for one more person to worry about.

An Jiayu poked her head slightly, closed her eyes and kissed him until he was deprived of oxygen, melted, and even drowsy during the deep kiss, and then fell asleep.

He knew that Qiao Yumian must have something to hide from him, but he also knew that the other party must have difficulties, so he was reluctant to force him and could only wait patiently.

This year's New Year's Eve came early, and the winter vacation was just a few days after the end of the final exam.

Qiao Yumian's grades dropped slightly. Although her score was 640, she fell out of the top 20 in her grade.

When he got home in the evening, he didn't shy away from Yu Ying, and directly put the report card on the dining table.Li Huijun glanced at it hastily, nodded and said nothing else, got up and went back to the room.

"Mom, have you had lunch?" Qiao Yumian saw that she was in a normal state, so she took the initiative to find something to say.

"Ah."

"What did you eat?" After seven or eight days, Yu Ying's observations were similar to his. It seemed that Li Huijun not only didn't want to speak, but was speechless, often confused, reacted slowly, and had a weird temper. Very, sometimes he is lazy, and sometimes he becomes very cautious. When he becomes cautious, no matter who he looks at, his eyes are full of defense, as if everyone in the world wants to harm him.

Qiao Yumian looked back at Yu Ying who was putting on her coat and backpack at the door, and nodded her thanks.

The other party gently closed the door and left.

"Mom, I'm on vacation, shall we go to the hospital tomorrow?"

Confusion flashed through Li Huijun's eyes: "Hospital?"

"Well, Aunt Yu has contacted the doctor, the expert number, and it's quite difficult to make an appointment." Qiao Yumian gently held her hand, "Auntie is thoughtful, and even contacted a psychiatrist for you, but it's not time yet..."

Before he finished speaking, he was caught off guard by Li Huijun and staggered. He held onto the corner of the table to stand firm, a little surprised: "Mom?"

"Don't go to the hospital!" She stared at her son, her pupils trembling, and her face changed instantly, "Don't go to me! Why go to the hospital!"

"Mom, don't be nervous, we'll go with you. I know you're sick and uncomfortable, but you can't hide your illness from the doctor, right?" Qiao Yumian tried to coax her.Li Huijun is not like this all the time, although she is in high spirits from morning to night, she is also awake most of the time, but obviously not now.Qiao Yumian didn't know which sentence he said wrongly stimulated her, and made her nervous, and immediately wanted to hide.

Qiao Yumian hastily stepped forward and grabbed her: "Mom, wait a minute! We can't..."

"You are the only one who is sick! Where are you sending me! You guys, what are you doing to me!" Li Huijun couldn't help but suddenly raised his other hand, and swung his clenched fist to Qiao Yumian's chin with great force It is hard to believe that this punch came from a sick middle-aged woman.She shouted hysterically: "I'm not going! I'm not going anywhere! You're sick!"

Qiao Yumian's eyes flickered for a moment, gold stars splashed everywhere, she took the opportunity to push it away, and fell into a chair.

He saw Li Huijun deftly pick up the half-drunk porcelain cup on the table, and smashed it over with all his might, half of the cup of tea was poured on his face and body, and then there was a trace of blood in the tea fragrance.

This English-style antique cup was brought by Aunt Yu a few days ago, along with a matching teapot. She said that she would accompany Li Huijun to drink some calming herbal tea every afternoon to help her relax.The thin wall of the cup is painted with delicate flower patterns on both sides, and the thin handle is golden, which is very valuable at first glance.Pity.

boom!The door panel was closed and the deadbolt was fixed, Li Huijun finally escaped back to his territory as he wished.

Qiao Yumian looked down at a few drops of bright red dripping onto the shattered porcelain shards that fell on her thighs, and it blended harmoniously into the original colorful patterns.

Li Huijun used all her strength to hit Li Huijun, and she didn't hold back, as if what was standing in front of her was a scourge, and she was in a panic to protect herself.

In the past, the endless regret after she did something, and the uncontrollable nickname she blurted out were all gone.

Qiao Yumian got up, her forehead hurt.Fortunately, I reacted quickly and stretched out my hand to block it. A wound of about four centimeters appeared on the side of the palm, exposing the bright red flesh and gushing out fresh blood.It's a burning pain, but it's much more comfortable than a broken bone.

He took out a few paper towels and simply wrapped them to prevent the blood from dripping, and cleaned up the debris on the ground, tea powder, and soaked lavender with one hand, and took out scotch tape to stick the nearby ground to prevent porcelain residue from remaining.

The wound on the forehead is short and small, hidden in the hair roots near the temple, and the bleeding has stopped naturally at this time, but the wound on the hand is a bit troublesome, the wound is large and deep, and several layers of paper towels have been completely soaked. Being stained red, he was helpless.

But he didn't dare to leave to go to the hospital without permission, leaving Li Huijun, who was not in good condition, alone at home.

In desperation, he called Yu Ying again: "Auntie, have you gone far... Can you come back and help me see her for a while..."

The author says:

This missed piece in E minor...will have to wait years to hear it again.