Juliet Tower

When his consciousness was blurred, asking An Jiayu for help seemed to be his body's instinctive reaction.

Qiao Yumian has regained his sanity at the moment, but time can't be turned back, he regrets that it's useless, the other party is already standing in front of him, and the embarrassment he tried so hard to hide seems inevitable.

"Xiao Qiao, what happened to you, tell me, okay? If you don't tell me, I really can't guess..." An Jiayu frowned helplessly, and raised her hand to lightly touch his forehead. It's not deep, the scab has fallen off, and a new line of skin has grown. If you don't look carefully, you may not be able to find the light pink.

Every time Qiao Yumian saw his expression like this, her heart couldn't help but clenched.

He likes An Jiayu's elegance, confidence and devotion when he plays the piano, his childishness when he steps on the beach, his teasing when he calls himself a top student, his contented smile when he wakes up from sleep, his greedy panting and Inextricably addicted.

But An Jiayu in front of him was not only worried, but also kept his posture very low. He was almost asking Qiao Yumian to give him an explanation.

An Jiayu shouldn't be like this.

Qiao Yumian sighed deeply, he himself was the culprit.

How could he turn An Jiayu into this...

"I'm fine...it's just that I haven't slept well recently..." He lowered his eyes to avoid the concerned eyes, put one hand on his shoulder to tease Totoro, and unconsciously scratched the cover of the exercise book by the table with the other hand.

"...You know that's not what I asked. Qiao Yumian. Look at me." An Jiayu took Joe off his shoulder and put it on the desk, determined to solve the problem, "I didn't ask you what happened today, I Let me ask you what's going on recently, what happened, why you don't want to tell me. You just asked me not to be angry, but you didn't say anything." He suddenly closed his mouth as he spoke, with hesitation flashing in his eyes She looked pale, and asked slowly, "Where's your mother? Where did she go?"

Maybe it was because he was too flustered just now, but An Jiayu was not stupid in the first place, and after calming down, he finally figured out the crux of the problem.

Qiao Yumian looked quietly at the bare wall behind him that divided the two rooms into two, and softly replied, "She's here."

An Jiayu was taken aback for a moment, then followed his gaze and turned her head: "Is she...at home? Then, what about you just now, she doesn't care about you?"

Without saying anything, Qiao Yumian picked up the physics exercise book and handed it to the other party, motioning for him to open it.

On the first page was a thin diagnosis certificate, the doctor's handwriting was not as bad as the legend said.

In a few words, An Jiayu quickly finished reading, then frowned in confusion, put down the exercise book, picked up the phone and typed something quickly.Qiao Yumian knew that he must have never heard of frontotemporal dementia.

The other party looked at the phone for a long time, and his face became more and more ugly.

"So she hurt you before...and because of..."

"Well, because she's sick and has no self-control." Qiao Yumian took a deep breath, trying to relieve the inexplicable fever in her eyes, "She can't even manage herself well now, so... she can't control me anymore... Xiaoyu, she won't Don't care about me. No one cares about me."

He finally spoke up.

"Little Qiao!" An Jiayu obviously couldn't digest the sudden bad news, and just wanted to grab him in a panic, but was dragged by the force of his fall on his back, and fell into the soft bed with him.He stretched out his arms and hugged Qiao Yumian tightly, "No. I'm here, I'm still here...Little Qiao...You, don't be afraid..."

Qiao Yumian didn't have the strength to be afraid at all.

In the face of the sudden change, he only had time to run around, the coming-of-age gift that God gave him was too heavy.He was waiting for his imagined future not far ahead, but suddenly his face became blurred again.He stood there, not even able to cry.

"Xiaoyu, I'm so tired." He closed his eyes, extremely tired.

The troubles that plagued him day and night in the past became insignificant at this time. He even began to miss Li Huijun's nagging and making things difficult day after day. He would rather his mother could ask him: "Why did his grades regress?"

And just now seeing Qiao Zhe again, his life trajectory seems to be doomed, just like Li Huijun's intractable disease, it will only get worse day by day.

"I'll accompany you to the hospital at dawn, okay? This is not the first time for you... go and have a good checkup." An Jiayu lay beside him, wiping away tears, "You have to take care of yourself before you can Take care of your mother."

"...No...I'm fine." Qiao Yumian turned her head and lightly touched the end of the other's eyebrows drooping because of sadness.

Recently, he has become a frequent visitor to the hospital. It is the beginning of the new year, and he really doesn't want to smell the strong smell of disinfectant anymore, and look at the depressed or painful faces: "I'm really fine, but I haven't slept too much recently."

"Then, you can sleep for a while..." An Jiayu whispered to him, "I'll be with you, so you can sleep peacefully." As he spoke, he gently patted Qiao Yumian's head.

Qiao Yumian originally wanted to say no, you can go back.But a soft kiss on the forehead made him unconscious for a moment.

The tiredness of these days took advantage of his slack at this moment to fight back desperately, and he didn't even have time to say a word.

After an unknown amount of time, in a haze, he heard An Jiayu talking to someone beside him in a low voice.

"Well... no... Dad, please help me to apologize to everyone... I really can't go back now, I'm in a hurry... I can't go away..."

It was midnight when Qiao Yumian woke up, An Jiayu didn't leave, but sat on the floor beside the bed and checked something with her mobile phone.

There is no need to guess, because this is how he spent these days, sleepless nights, repeatedly searching for the name of the disease on various platforms and browsers with the idea of ​​finding a glimmer of hope.

"Don't look." He said hoarsely.

An Jiayu turned her head: "Why are you awake?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone started to vibrate. Qiao Yumian glanced at it, and "Mom" was displayed in the middle of the screen.An Jiayu hesitated for a while, and hung up the call directly, but the other party called again unwillingly.

"Go ahead. If you're not home so late, she's worried about you..." Qiao Yumian squeezed his thumb that was about to press the red button, moved to the side, and connected the phone.

"An Jiayu!" An Zhen spoke first, the surroundings were very quiet, and a little anger could be heard from a distance, "Running out so late, you are going to kill us! Where did you go? Is An safe?"

"Mom, don't be angry. I'll go back in a while, and I'll explain to you when I get back..."

"Of course you have to explain, you know who is here tonight, right? The teachers came to our house to rehearse specially because of your hard work. How about you, you just ran away without saying a word? How do you make me face it?" To everyone? When did you become so careless? Hurry up and come back, I will accompany you, call the teachers one by one to apologize, and then make an appointment with everyone for the next rehearsal." After An Zhen finished speaking, she hung up without waiting for her son to respond. After disconnecting the phone, he seemed very angry.

Qiao Yumian recalled his emergency call. Although his memory was not very clear, he did hear a musical instrument being tuned.

He woke up in an instant, looked at An Jiayu who was slightly depressed: "You, what were you... doing before you came to me?"

The man put the phone back in his pocket: "It's rehearsal. My mother had a car accident and needs to recuperate, but there will be a chamber music concert in a few days, and I will replace her. The new repertoire has not been arranged yet." Halfway through the conversation, He squatted in front of Qiao Yumian, "It's okay. I'll make an appointment with them again. The teachers are very good. After a few times, there will be no problem. There will be no delay."

"Your mother was in a car accident?"

"Well, it's not particularly serious. The lower leg was broken and the stitches were removed a few days ago. My dad thought the hospital was unlucky for the Chinese New Year, so he went home. But the injury lasted for a hundred days. At her age, she usually lacks exercise. It is estimated that it will be half a year. You can’t run around anymore, the doctor said you must rest.” An Jiayu stood up, pinching his shoulders with some worry, “Then I, go back first... Xiao Qiao, you must find me if you have anything to do. Do you know? No matter how late it is, tell me, don't hide it from me anymore..."

"……it is good……"

He stared blankly at An Jiayu getting into the car. It was winter, so he lowered the window of the car and poked his head out to tell him, "Go back to sleep and sleep well!"

The driver turned his head from the front seat and reminded dissatisfiedly, "The air conditioner is on."

An Jiayu stuck out her tongue and waved at him through the glass.

Qiao Yumian watched him walk away and suddenly remembered something, he took out his phone and sent a message.

——The day I got stitches, why did you suddenly appear downstairs in my house?

A few days ago, Qiao Yumian was busy going back and forth to the hospital and Li Huijun's company. Han Zhuoyi just got his driver's license, and he drove him from time to time to enjoy himself. He had already asked, and the girl never revealed his condition to anyone.

——It’s just a coincidence. My mother had a car accident at that time. When you left the hospital, her surgery was not over yet. I saw you in a taxi.

Qiao Yumian stood in the cold wind and lowered his arms.

He couldn't believe what he had done.

When An Jiayu's mother had a car accident, he pushed her away in disregard of her concern.

He didn't even dare to think about tonight.

Those performers, those musicians who even An Zhen would respectfully call them teachers, were put as pigeons all night because of a phone call.

What did An Jiayu do for him...

Why did he make that goddamn phone call?

The author says:

...it will be broken next week (more will be added tomorrow)