Juliet Tower

"Brain damage, what is it..." Qiao Yumian asked.

"The lack of oxygen in the womb leads to the damage of nerve cell function..." Seeing that he couldn't understand, Qiao Zhe changed his words, "Probably, developmental delay... It's not too late to discover, and everything is uncertain. After intervention and treatment It is possible that it will not be much worse than children of the same age, but it is also possible... alas... But since we have discovered it, we still need to intervene in treatment as soon as possible. We have sold the homestay over there and are looking for a house. After all, the medical treatment here The conditions are good..."

"Oh...that's it..." He couldn't think of any words to comfort his father, so he could only say dryly, "Well, you have worked hard."

"It's not hard. It's my child..." Qiao Zhe's eyes were red, and there were tears in his eyes immediately, "Your Aunt Xu and I are not too young. When Yi Ning can go to elementary school, we are both over 50 Years old... Fortunately, fortunately, she still has an older brother, so we won't worry too much... Sigh..."

The middle-aged man wiped his face in frustration, as if he wanted to erase those frustrated thoughts.

Qiao Yumian looked at her father quietly. In fact, he really wanted to ask, what is "fortunately she has an older brother"?

She has an older brother who is out of the ordinary, so what?

Although this idea is cold and cruel, this brother doesn't want a younger sister at all, especially a younger sister with a brain injury. He doesn't know what he can do for her or what he should do for her. After all, when her parents gave birth to her , and did not inform this "brother".

"Did you read the book?" Qiao Zhe grabbed the toy that came with the meal and stuffed it into the pocket of the down jacket, "I'm going back to the hotel, and the girls are still waiting for me. Contact me when you have time, don't worry, take care Prepare for the exam. Come back quickly, or your mother will trouble you again." He patted his son on the shoulder and left in a hurry.

Qiao Yumian stared blankly at his father's back blending into the crowd, and said silently in his heart: It's okay, no one is bothering me anymore.

On the way home, his mind went blank.

Pass by familiar shops, rub shoulders with familiar neighbors, and meet familiar Bichon Frize and Husky.When the little animals saw him, they desperately wanted to break free from the leash and pounce on him.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, all of this was too much like a huge joke, could his world return to normal just by closing his eyes and opening them again.

Every day he got up dizzy and dizzy due to insomnia, and was repeatedly urged and urged by Li Huijun, and he took the cut fruits and jolted all the way to school.After having lunch with An Jiayu at noon, they huddled together on a bed to catch up on sleep. In their dreams, they hoped that the math, physics and chemistry topics would not be too abnormal, and then they were awakened gently, sometimes with a peach-flavored kiss.

The daily life that bored him has now become precious and lovely, but why was he so dissatisfied in the past... Could it be that God is punishing him?

The lights were not turned on in the house, and Li Huijun always turned off the lights. The darkness made the house unrecognizable.

He knocked on the door of the second bedroom and whispered a report: "Mom, I'm back..."

There was a slight sound of unpacking in the house, but no one answered him.

He stared at the familiar door in front of him, and a great sense of panic broke out without warning.

Then, in the silence, he heard his own heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, thump.It was as if someone was knocking on the door, beating on his eardrums, becoming more and more hurried and chaotic.

He knelt down on the ground in a panic, not wanting to feel a strong sense of suffocation following his movements, and darkness drifted past his eyes one after another.He was breathing hard, but his mind was getting more and more confused, his chest was so painful that he couldn't stop vomiting, his limbs were numb, and he could hardly move.

It feels familiar.

He felt like he was going to die.He must be dying, his heart seemed to stop beating at any moment, he didn't know what to do, he could only use all his strength to slap on the door in front of him.

Bang.

He wanted to call for help but couldn't make a sound, he yelled silently in fear: "Mom..."

There was only messy panting in the space.

mom……

He knelt in front of the door, concentrating all his strength on his right hand. He struggled to get out the phone, and tapped the familiar number in a vague consciousness.

They haven't been in touch for a long time... He hasn't contacted An Jiayu since he came back from the hospital to suture his wound that day.

That person must be angry with him, so he didn't even send a word from New Year.

Is An Jiayu waiting for his apology... Will he still have a chance to apologize to him? He didn't mean it... He can't avoid it. Like all people in love, he hopes that even if he is not very beautiful in the eyes of the other party, he will not be too beautiful. As for being so embarrassed... He wanted to match him as much as possible, wanted to be closer to him...

He could be ashamed in front of Han Zhuoyi, but he didn't want these bad things to get close to An Jiayu and cause that person a little bit of trouble.

His swan should always look up at the high and far mountains and skylines.

"...Finally you are willing to contact me... I thought you could bear it until school starts." An Jiayu's voice was warm and bright, with a hint of blame and a smile that couldn't be concealed. There seemed to be musical instruments around him tuning sound.

He wasn't affected by what happened before, which is great.He was still so heartless and happy.

Qiao Yumian wanted to say sorry.

"Hello? Xiao Qiao?" An Jiayu waited for a long time, but Qiao Yumian didn't speak, "Speak, you... Qiao Yumian?"

He went upstairs to his room and closed the soundproofed doors and windows.

There was a quick gasp in the earphones, and some meaningless, small moans, and then there was a clear retching sound.

He broke out in a cold sweat immediately, as if he had returned to that afternoon in an instant.For the first time in his life, he dialed 120, but it was a false alarm.

"...Little Qiao, where are you... Are you at home... Are you alone..." His voice trembled uncontrollably, he threw the piano in his hand on the bed, stumbled and rushed downstairs, In the astonished eyes of everyone, he left the chamber orchestra waiting for him to rehearse together, and ran out of the house without looking back. Before going out, he unexpectedly put Joe who was sleeping in the cage by the door into his pocket, and the action was done in one go.

He kept talking, he said Xiao Qiao, don't be afraid, just wait for me, I'll be there soon, just relax, it's okay, nothing will happen, just count a hundred times in your heart and I'll be there soon, really.

An Jiayu ignored those surprised eyes, snatched a taxi that was stopped by others, and reported the address of Qiao Yumian's house while saying sorry.

After the car started, he could only wait passively. They hadn't contacted each other for more than half a month. Apart from reviewing, preparing for the chamber concert, and taking care of An Zhen, he admitted that he was angry.He was angry that Qiao Yumian kept his mouth shut, and angry that he was pushed away inexplicably.But at this moment, he regretted it. He could clearly see that Qiao Yumian was not in a good state of mind at the time, and he clearly guessed that something had happened...

Fortunately, they are not far away.

He quickly climbed up to the second floor and knocked on the anti-theft door: "Little Qiao, it's me, open the door...you, can you open the door? Can you hear me!"

He glanced at the call time on the phone screen, ten to seven minutes... If the symptoms are similar to last time, there is a high probability that he has recovered...

But no one opened the door.He pressed his ear against the cold metal door, trying to hear the movement in the room.

He waited for a moment in anxiety, and finally heard the sound of the chair being dragged slowly.

"Little Qiao, you... can you move..." He crouched outside the door in a panic, something was rubbing against the door from the inside.Then, with a click, the bolt was unscrewed.

He hurriedly got up and pulled away the obstacle in front of him, the man just fell into his arms, the hair on his forehead was soaked, and his whole body was trembling.

"I'm here, I'm here. It's okay." They squatted in the dirty corridor, and the room behind Qiao Yumian was pitch black.An Jiayu's gaze hastily swept across the gray walls, the empty dining tables, no sweets and snacks, no window couplets, and no trace of the festive atmosphere of the New Year.

"I'm sorry..." Qiao Yumian's voice was choked in her throat, her two arms limply wanted to hug him, but they couldn't hold him tightly at all, "Don't be angry."

"Okay, I'm not angry." He patted and stroked the man's back lightly until the tremors all over his body gradually eased.But the down jacket was too thick, and he always felt that there was a layer of air between his hands, making it difficult to touch anything. "Little Qiao, can you get up? It's cold on the ground, shall we go inside?"

Qiao Yumian never dreamed that one day she would be able to bring An Jiayu into this door openly.

He almost kissed and hugged each other with the sadness of the rest of his life.I don't know if it was influenced by Li Huijun, he didn't want to turn on the light either, as if he didn't have to face the reality, everything in front of him would not change, he even had the illusion that time would stand still.

"How's your hand?" An Jiayu gently pushed him, took off his coat, raised his hand to dry his forehead with the sleeve of the sweater, while carefully dragging his left hand, kneading his broken little finger habitually.

Qiao Yumian saw the expensive cashmere beige windbreaker casually hanging on the back of the chair. Just like his discounted down jacket, the hem was stained with years of dust from the corridor... The down jacket can be restored to its original state by just finding a cloth and gently wiping it with water. But the cashmere trench coat can't...

An Jiayu glanced at the windbreaker following his gaze, and pressed his head against his forehead, blocking his sight: "When will the stitches be removed?"

"Next week." He pulled out his still numb hand, closed his eyes and hugged him.

"Hey, take it easy..." They took off their coats, and their bodies could stick closer together. In the dark, he didn't pay attention to An Jiayu's strangely protruding lower abdomen. Something moved, which scared the two of them, "Tsk, Almost forgot about it..."

Qiao Yumian touched the opponent's round "belly", and put his hand into the pocket of the kangaroo. Joe had already woken up, and quickly ran up his shoulder along his arm, and his soft fur rubbed against his side face. Yes... He raised his hand to touch the little guy's increasingly round body.

"It misses you..." An Jiayu reached out and patted on the lamp on the table, sizing him up with a pair of bright eyes, but the eye sockets turned red inadvertently, "Little Qiao...you, why...you are so thin It's..."

The author says:

They are obviously still so good.