Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian closed her eyes, a villain automatically appeared in her mind, then the second, and the third...

They quickly crowded his head, some were biting popsicles and doing their homework on the beanbag sofa, some were standing in front of the music stand and playing the piano, some were rummaging through the room looking for Totoro, and some were pressing He hugged her tightly, her skin was hot.

It's so warm...he said silently.

Then the non-existent figurines heard his voice, raised their heads at the same time, rushed forward, and hugged his head, his arms, and his fingers.

He couldn't help the eye sockets sore, the heat in the hallucinations poured into the heart continuously, and then flowed back to the limbs with the blood warmed by the memory.

With this force, he turned over and picked up the phone. Before he could think about it, his fingers automatically initiated a call request.

An Zhen's operation ended quickly, and the local anesthesia was not returned, she could hardly feel the pain, only because of the fright, fatigue, and lack of energy, she fell asleep not long after she was pushed out of the operating room.Before closing her eyes, she only said one word: "Brother..."

Yu Zhifan immediately sent everyone away and decided to accompany An Jiayu alone. He also arranged for An Jiayu to be very clear: "Xiaoyu, you go home and rest, get up early tomorrow morning, and you will bring over when Auntie prepares breakfast."

"Okay, then I'll go first, Dad, call me when you have something to do."

The moment he closed the door of the ward, An Jiayu saw the inexplicably stubborn man sit carefully on the edge of the bed, gently brushed off An Zhen's long hair for the sleeping An Zhen, and slowly rubbed his ex-wife's forehead twice with the back of his hand with sideburns.

Oh, why bother, Dad.An Jiayu was angry and funny.

He sat in the car home alone, his forehead was numb from the shock against the glass window.

Passing by the traffic light in front of the hospital again, he couldn't help recalling the scene not long ago.The taxi of the same color was also in the back seat. Qiao Yumian raised his head slightly, and the staggered light from outside the car poured into it. In the haze, a huge hesitation enveloped that face.

what happened to him?That car seemed to make a sharp U-turn in front of the hospital?Did he go to the hospital?

An Jiayu inexplicably thought of Han Zhuoyi's phone call just now. She said to the person on the other end of the phone, "He paid the money himself, and he won't let me pay it."

Thinking about it carefully, these words don't seem to describe family members... Relatives don't count money so clearly at the critical moment of injury...

So, the one who had five stitches... Could it be... Qiao Yumian?he got hurt?What hurt you so badly that you needed stitches?

Moreover, why didn't he tell himself that he was injured, but let Han Zhuoyi accompany him to the hospital?

...Or, all of this is just a coincidence, is it my own wild imagination, maybe Qiao Yumian was just passing by, and didn't go to the hospital, and didn't see Han Zhuoyi...

My mind was in a mess, and it was useless to continue thinking wildly, so An Jiayu tried to send another message.

——Little Qiao, what are you doing?

A full 10 minutes later, the other party directly dialed the phone. An Jiayu's heart sank. Before she got through, she didn't have time to think about it. She turned her head and told the driver the address of Qiao Yumian's house in a hurry: "Master, we are not going to Jingyuan!"

"Hello, Xiao Qiao? What's the matter?" The taxi was very quiet, and the driver gave him a wink. Seeing his serious expression, he didn't ask any further questions. He turned the direction quietly, and only the slight sound of the air conditioner remained in the car.So in the silence of the receiver, Qiao Yumian's tired and heavy breathing clearly penetrated into his ears, making him more nervous, "Speak. Where are you?"

"……at home."

As soon as the other person opened his mouth, An Jiayu knew that his wild thoughts were probably right, but he didn't say anything, but asked casually, "Are you sleepy? It's only eleven o'clock."

Qiao Yumian hummed and said nothing, so he waited patiently, but the other party seemed to have nothing to say.

"Why did you suddenly call and not send a message... What happened?" An Jiayu was worried, because that person didn't like to make unnecessary noises at home, and the two usually only texted and didn't call.

"It's okay... I want to hear your voice."

"...um...then do you want to see me?"

Something must have happened...Qiao Yumian seldom voluntarily said such soft words, he always had to tease him for a long time before he could pry a few words out of the other party's mouth.

"I think." He answered feebly.

"Then, can you go downstairs?" An Jiayu had already seen Qiao Yumian's window.

"Huh?" Qiao Yumian was stunned for a long time before she gradually recovered, "Going downstairs?"

"Didn't you want to see me? Delivery to your door. Come." An Jiayu said lightly.

The sound of the door being slammed came from the phone... Qiao Yumian stood up in a daze, and went to the window.

In the cold winter, when there were no passers-by late at night, An Jiayu stood alone under the street lamp, her white down jacket was particularly conspicuous in the dark night.Seeing him appearing at the window, the man hung up the phone and opened his arms to him, exactly the same as those villains that just appeared in his mind.

Qiao Yumian opened the window, and the cold wind poured in instantly.

"Qiao Yumian! What are you doing!" An Jiayu stepped forward and woke him up sharply, "Close the window and take the stairs!"

Only then did he realize what he had done, and he wanted to jump right off.It's not that he can't think about it, it's just that he wants to walk in front of that person a second earlier.

He woke up and suddenly began to regret.

An Jiayu is here...but Qiao Yumian didn't want the other party to see her present appearance...but it was too late...who knew that An Jiayu would just appear like this...

Qiao Yumian grabbed the key, softly locked the door, and went downstairs.

An Jiayu walked up to him, reached out to touch his forehead, but saw the small wound that had been medicated.The man frowned, walked around the wound and touched his face: "What's the matter, your complexion is so bad...why is it uncomfortable?"

"...No, I'm a little sleepy..." He put his left hand in his pocket as if nothing had happened, but he couldn't hold the other's hand off his shoulder inch by inch.

Qiao Yumian was startled when she pinched the wrist of her left hand, and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it: "What are you doing?"

"..." An Jiayu turned cold, determined to find out.The violinist's hand strength is not something that ordinary people can compete with. During the confrontation, Qiao Yumian's right hand was held by him, "What do you think I want to do, just to see what the place with five stitches looks like."

...Damn it.How would he know?

The other party came prepared, Qiao Yumian had no choice but to give up resisting, and took out his gauze-covered hand from his pocket, and was carefully held in the palm of the hand by the other party.

"How did you get hurt..."

"The cup broke, and I accidentally scratched it when picking up the pieces..." He felt a pain in his heart, and suddenly realized that he had been lying to An Jiayu recently.

"Qiao Yumian." An Jiayu raised his eyes, showing a rare look of annoyance. He pointed to the wound on the side of his palm, "You use this to pick up pieces?"

"I..." The lie that hadn't been thought through was exposed in an instant, but Qiao Yumian's messed up brain had no energy left to mend it.

"Why are you lying... Besides, why did Han Zhuoyi accompany you to the hospital to treat the wound? Why didn't your mother..."

"No! She, she was just careless..." He was startled, "Did Han Zhuoyi tell you? What did she say? No... She actually didn't know..."

An Jiayu was obviously frightened, and stared at him blankly for a long time before slowly saying: "I just want to ask...why didn't your mother accompany you to the hospital..." The other party paused, then widened his eyes in disbelief , "So, your mother hurt you? How... how could she do this!"

Disliked that the light was too dim, An Jiayu took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, held up his troubled left hand, and looked at the ugly wound through the thin gauze, the black line was like a crawling centipede.

"Why, is it because you failed in the final exam? Or is it because she has no job to trouble you...Is it because of her that you are so tired recently..." The other party's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth, "She can't be like this... ...you are not her slave..."

"No." Qiao Yumian shook her head distractedly, "She didn't do it on purpose..."

"It wasn't intentional, someone forced her to hurt you! Have you looked in the mirror?" An Jiayu approached him, squeezed his chin hard, and he gasped in pain, "A wound is accidental, your forehead , Chin, what's going on? She hit you right! What did she use to hurt you! She is crazy! If this is still on someone else, please call the police! Just because you are her son Can you just do whatever you want! Qiao Yumian, are you even going to put up with this?"

Qiao Yu was speechless, but the answer was actually very simple.Because my mother has a mental problem.But facing An Jiayu, he was ashamed to speak.Before the diagnosis, he couldn't bear to make a conclusion, so he could only explain weakly: "My mother really didn't do it on purpose..."

"How far do you have to deceive yourself, and you still speak for her at this time... She is not worthy of being a mother or a son like you for doing such a thing..."

"Peach-zi-yellow-le"

"Don't talk about her like that." Qiao Yumian knew that the other party was talking unscrupulously because of distress and shock, but it was her mother after all, not to mention that Li Huijun really didn't mean it this time, "Xiaoyu, don't talk about her like that..."

He heard buzzing in his ears, and his thoughts were uncontrollable. He gently pushed An Jiayu away, and took two steps back: "It's too late, you should go back quickly. I'm fine. I'm really fine."

Then how he turned around, how he went upstairs, how he opened the door, and how he fell asleep, I can't remember all of it. I just woke up early in the morning and saw Li Huijun sitting by the bed and looking at him, his eyes were desperate and sad, but he was rarely sober. .

"Baby, you have a fever. Take medicine." Succinct and to the point.

Qiao Yumian recalled silently in her heart that she had indeed not spoken long sentences for a long time, as if she had forgotten how to choose words and make sentences.

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