Juliet Tower

The summer solstice is not yet here, and the night is cool. Every household has their windows open, and the sound of conversation is vague. The noise of variety shows or TV dramas on the TV is not to be outdone, singing in harmony with the cicadas singing one after another in the grass.

An Jiayu was like a gluttonous feast for mosquitoes, standing stupidly under the streetlight holding a photo and dormitory keys.

"Xiaoyu, don't you want to go home? It's almost ten o'clock." The driver got out of the car and lit a cigarette, the evening breeze suddenly turned around, and a puff of smoke hit Anjia Yumian's door, choking him almost to tears .The driver hastily stretched out his hand to fan him.The smoke dissipated, but the excitement still lingered, making the eye sockets sore.

Qiao Yumian turned off his phone and threw it on the pillow. He closed the bedroom door and turned back to the living room.

Han Zhuoyi sat in front of a table of voluntary application materials and waited for him: "Why did you turn off the lights?"

He sat across the dining table: "Pretending to be asleep."

"...An Jiayu, is he here?" The girl was startled, "Then you guys don't rush to volunteer for a day or two. I'll go back at the end of the month and you take your time..."

"No need." Qiao Yumian's nose became sour when she smiled, "I don't want to see him."

Han Zhuoyi hesitated to speak.

Qiao Yumian knew that she wanted to comfort herself, but others didn't know his concerns, and his childhood would definitely understand why he did this.

"Actually, you don't have to be too pessimistic, and you don't have to be so tough...Maybe you will get better gradually..." Han Zhuoyi wrote and drew subconsciously on the paper.That was the score they spent several hours estimating for him. If nothing else, it was between 640 and 660. It wasn't his best level, but it wasn't abnormal either.

"He's too sentimental, and his heart is too soft. It's not worth ruining an artist because of these messy things in my family." What's better.Nothing will get better.As the doctor said, Li Huijun's life is only going from bad to worse.An Jiayu would not let him go, but the violinist needed absolute concentration.

"But he may not be influenced by you, he is a professional. Your... perfect, may not be to protect him... Maybe it hurts more?" Han Zhuoyi said clearly.

But she didn't know Qiao Yumian's selfishness.

It sounds like he's selflessly fulfilling An Jiayu's future, but he himself knows it's not entirely true.

People always overestimate love, and then after a lot of struggle, they lose.

He thought of Qiao Zhe looking at Xu Manman from fascination to exhaustion, of Li Huijun stealing roses in the supermarket and putting them on his bedside when he was not sober, and of those who once fell in love but got ashamed due to trivial arguments, and then parted ways Countless couples.

Love is cheap, costs nothing, and is everywhere.

Love is precious, because it is rare to be perfect.

Once upon a time, he felt that the saying of "inappropriate households and households" was nothing but feudal dross, and it was ridiculous for modern people to talk about it so often.But it was my turn to realize that this was actually left by the predecessors, one of the few true insights.

He likes An Jiayu, but he is not worthy of An Jiayu's liking. He can't fulfill the other's dream, and there is even a huge risk of dragging him down. They can't go far like this.

Perhaps right now, at the moment of their love, these problems will not bother the simple An Jiayu at all.

But as time went by, liking and love gradually calmed down. When An Jiayu finally realized that her love and talent had been worn away by day-to-day unbearable trivial matters, she realized that it was actually more important to concentrate on chasing dreams than a down-and-out boyfriend. When it is much more important to him, he will regret it too late.

Qiao Yumian didn't ask that An Jiayu would miss his decision many years later, he just didn't want to be hated.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Qiao Yumian felt that he was lucky enough to have An Jiayu's first love once in his life, and he couldn't destroy all these beautiful memories with his own hands.

In New York, in Paris, in Berlin, in Vienna.Many romantic stages are waiting for the hard-working and talented violinist, and he will definitely have more and better encounters in the future.

He will meet someone who is suitable to accompany him through his life.

But that person will not be me.

Han Zhuoyi cleaned up the dining table for him, got up and put his bag on his back, "I'm going back first, it's a bit late."

"...Well, be careful."

Han Zhuoyi came by car, and Qiao Yumian sent her downstairs, but unexpectedly saw a luxury SUV suddenly parked under the slightly old street lights.

An Jiayu was raising the car window in embarrassment, but it was not fast enough, so they still met each other.

Qiao Yumian didn't expect that he never left.

Han Zhuoyi pushed him violently, he understood that the girl wanted him to explain, but he watched An Jiayu's last gloomy glance, and clenched his mouth.

Qiao Yumian went upstairs alone, took out the six-inch chiffon cake she bought in the evening from the refrigerator, and placed it on the table.Passing by the dessert shop in the afternoon, the boss heard that he had finished the college entrance examination and insisted on giving him a [-]% discount.

The round cream balls around the cake really look like Joe sleeping with his body curled up.

Li Huijun didn't move much all night, but at this moment, he came out of the room.She looked very normal, and still had the usual bitterness and hatred of someone who owed her money. Outsiders would only think that she was in a bad mood. After all, most middle-aged women were in a bad mood.She sat down across from Qiao Yumian, looking at the cake in front of him.

Li Huijun's self-control ability has declined severely. The doctor said that overeating and overeating is one of the symptoms. Family members should pay attention to help her control it, otherwise there is a risk of gastrointestinal diseases or diabetes.A person who used to be extremely self-disciplined saw a belly fat, Qiao Yumian was sad but helpless: "It's my fault, let's not make an example."

He cut off a thin piece and put it on the plate and pushed it over. Li Huijun couldn't wait to eat it, but the plate was emptied in a blink of an eye, and he wanted to continue eating what was in the box. Qiao Yumian hurriedly stopped her: "I can't eat any more, Mom, I put it in the refrigerator. How about having breakfast tomorrow?" He pointed to the box and then to the refrigerator, "I'll eat it tomorrow."

Li Huijun glanced at him in surprise, and suddenly became angry, pulling at him with brute force, and even wanted to hit the cake directly.

But she was no stronger than her son now, so she slapped Qiao Yumian a few times in a hurry, and slapped Qiao Yumian's arm protecting the cake, red slap marks interlaced on her pale skin.

After venting his anger, Li Huijun slammed the bedroom door and ignored him.

Qiao Yumian rubbed her numb arm and sighed.

"Happy birthday." He silently stuffed the sweet cream into his mouth.

I don't know if it has been left for a long time, but he always feels that the cake this time is not as delicious as the one that was broken at that time.The peach flesh is not sweet, but the taste of oolong tea is bitter and astringent.Or the person who eats cake with him has changed from that shining young man to an irritable patient.

An Jiayu originally wanted to keep Joe at home, but after thinking that he would live alone in a foreign country for several years, he finally decided to take the little guy with him.

"Will you stay with me? Huh?" He handed the little fat man a piece of apple, "If you agree, eat this. But you must never regret halfway and leave me..." (向Tt-lieHh)

Fortunately, the procedures for taking pets abroad are not too cumbersome. With the help of professionals, submit an application, provide a quarantine certificate, and buy a cage of the specified size.

The summer solstice coincided with the [-]th day of the lunar calendar. Yu Zhifan served three servings of noodles with fried sauce, and the family of three sat on the large terrace on the second floor to watch the moon.

"Xiaoyu, can you check your grades now?" An Zhen asked.Not only did she recover from her leg injury, but she was also nourished by her husband, and she resumed concerts and other activities at the end of last month.

"Well. Next week." He ate half a bowl of noodles and felt tired, so he put down his chopsticks in advance.

"Don't eat?" The cellist raised his eyebrows, "Is it because it's too hot recently and I don't have an appetite? The food is not delicious, so I just know how to hug a mouse and nest in the room."

"Don't eat, don't eat, and you won't delay practicing the piano." Yu Zhifan, uncharacteristically, didn't bring up any dogma, but ate up half a bowl of noodles left by his son without saying a word.Putting down the chopsticks, he patted An Jiayu on the shoulder, "It's not necessarily a bad thing to have more experience when you're young. Clean up your mood and prepare to leave. Don't let your mother worry about you."

"What are you worried about? What experience?" An Zhen has always been quite nervous, and hardly cares about things other than music.She looked around at the tacit father and son, "What happened? Are you still hiding it from me?"

"I didn't hide it from you. He didn't tell me either." Yu Zhifan poured a glass of warm water for his wife, "Look at how he's been languishing lately, what can happen to such an older child, he's broken in love."

"...I said why the piano sound is so sad recently..." An Zhen suddenly realized.

The author says:

(Add more) No matter how you look at it, I think Xiaoyu will come out slowly...