Juliet Tower

An Jiayu appeared too suddenly, Qiao Yumian didn't go to eat the strawberry buffet, and after sending him back to the first floor, he walked straight out of Chuqing, looking at the gray sky, trying to regain some sense of reality in life.

On the way back to the studio from Chuqing, Su Ruike just looked at him quietly from the rearview mirror and kept silent.

But Xiao Mao was different, sitting on pins and needles in the driver's seat, the young man's curiosity was clearly hanging on his forehead, and he would turn his head to look at him every few seconds.

Qiao Yumian was worried about driving safety, so he straightened his head and reminded: "Don't look at me, watch the road."

"Look, look at it brother. I'm driving, don't worry..." Xiaomao began to lick his lips non-stop, faltering, "Brother Qiao, you and that violinist, cough, are not so familiar...you, you... "The young man has never been in a relationship before, and he looks like his mouth has been scalded.

"Well. Cooked."

Qiao Yumian hesitated for a moment, seeing that the child was sweating so much, he couldn't bear it and acquiesced.

But you can't say it too bluntly. After all, this matter is nothing to ordinary people like me. If the news leaks, it will be just a few questioning eyes at most.But An Jiayu is a public figure, and any trivial matter will be turned into a weapon to slander him. Even today, homosexuality can be big or small.

"Brother Qiao, you, do you like men?" Xiao Si didn't show any malice or rejection, but was simply curious, "No wonder you reject so many girls..."

"..." Qiao Yumian was taken aback by his question, he hadn't formally experienced coming out, but Su Rui knew that it was An Jiayu who asked about it.

"It's okay, bro! Don't tell me if you don't want to tell me. I'll just ask casually. I won't ask anymore! I won't ask anymore..." His hesitation made Xiao Mao nervous, "Don't worry! Will tell others! I understand!"

Qiao Yumian didn't know whether to laugh or cry and twisted the joystick under the steering wheel for him: "Turn on the lights at the same time. I don't want to tell you, it doesn't matter."

In this world, most people like the opposite sex, a small number of people like the same surname, and even a smaller part is gender-neutral, both men and women are acceptable, and even both sides are not acceptable.

But he was still not sure which side he belonged to.

He guessed that if there was no An Jiayu, he would probably be the last one, and he would be born alone.

"I've never liked anyone else, so it's hard to say." Qiao Yumian gave a rigorous conclusion, the little driver was dumbfounded, he didn't know if he couldn't understand or was stimulated, and he didn't say anything along the way.

"Qiao Yumian, wait a moment."

Su Ruike watched the little driver drive away in a hurry, and dragged him to stop in front of the studio door, "Are you okay?"

He shook his head lightly: "It's okay. It's just a coincidence. Usually, musicians like them are very busy before summer, especially him, who has to perform at least 10 performances a month. This time, it is estimated that he will return to the United States within a few days. Bar."

This was just an unplanned meeting, afraid of delaying An Jiayu's activities, Qiao Yumian just left Chuqing with the excuse that she still had work, without having time to say anything.

The girl frowned inadvertently: "Yes, then add WeChat."

"...polite." He didn't look up.

An Jiayu's method of asking him for his contact information was almost semi-mandatory, and he directly touched the mobile phone in his pocket to operate it by himself. Of course, no matter what method, Qiao Yumian would not refuse.However, he had a huge question in his mind, how did An Jiayu know that he had moved?

Su Rui didn't ask, but changed the subject and talked about work: "I won't be here tomorrow, the project of the clubhouse is about to start, and I want to accompany the big leader to see the land. If you have time, you can also visit the Rose Garden I don’t know much about the blueprints of the flowers.”

The big leader is Zhang Chengtao, the boss of their group, and Su Ruike's little uncle. It is said that her cousin is also a painter in England, and a painting can reach a level of tens of millions.A few years ago, Mr. Zhang delegated his authority to a few outstanding juniors to start real estate investment by himself.I photographed the land renovation in the suburbs, and cooperated with others to build a commercial club.Su Rui wanted to take this opportunity to strengthen their "confession" image, so they occupied a sky garden.

But Qiao Yumian's mind was not on the rose garden, but on the land.

The predecessor of that land was Lucky Star.

The old amusement park was officially closed before he graduated from college and became a memory of a generation.Last year, when he was on a business trip to the school to see Mr. Liu, the dormitory manager, he went to the playground that had been flattened long ago. Overgrown.

"...so fast? Yes, start work?"

Memory will not fade, and the place that can carry memory will soon be completely changed, but it will make people feel lost.

He was really reluctant.

The flagship store event ended in just over an hour.

An Jiayu held her mobile phone calmly, and stared at the screen while the media was interviewing the actor.

Qiao Yumian's nickname is Qiao Yumian, and her profile picture is a watercolor flower picture.Moments of friends are not as taciturn as they were when they were in school. They would post every now and then. At a glance, they were all kinds of roses, flower fields, and dark brown-skinned flower farmers doing their homework. Most of them were work-related content.

But the most recent one was a zebra staring at his camera, with thick eyelashes that almost covered most of the eyeballs, and the copywriting area was still blank.

It was so hard to stay until the end of the event and couldn’t leave on my own. The spokesperson had to have lunch with the person in charge of the Asia Pacific region of the brand and the hotel executives.

An Jiayu didn't like this kind of social occasions, and the gatherings among his peers were nothing more than that. Sitting around with businessmen, he would secretly have the illusion that he was being entertained.

"...Can't I not eat?" He asked the manager.

"I can't. The film king who has a lot of things to do every day has agreed. You, a junior, don't put on airs, just follow along. I have other arrangements later. I will fly back to New York at night, so I can't accompany you. Don't drink, I will leave Vicky to you , if it doesn’t work, let her block it for you.”

The girl who had been waiting for a long time was Vicky. Her name was Wei Qiqi. She thought it was too childish to repeat the words, so she decided to give her an English name.The girl has been in the industry for less than two years and is determined to be a full-time classical music manager.

An Jiayu frowned and looked at her thin body: "Do you... know how to drink?"

"It should be okay, I can drink anything, anyway, I haven't been drunk yet." After speaking, he smiled at him, looking silly, but in terms of not talking enough, he didn't look like a really stupid one.

This is the second time the two of them met. Last time when they returned home, the little girl followed An Zhen's side and greeted her: "Hello, Teacher Xiao An."

"Drink if you can, and if you can't..."

"Don't worry, Teacher An. If I can't drink, I will pretend to be drunk and try to let you go early." The girl blinked.

But things on the wine table can't be as expected.

"Have a drink. I heard that your performances have been canceled for the past few months. You won't miss anything if you drink some." The businessman had a playful look on his face, gently shaking his glass and picking his chin at him, and his eyes quickly glanced at him on the dining table. side of the left wrist.

This opening remark was completely beyond An Jiayu's expectations. With the film king present, he thought that with his current status, he would not be able to catch the eyes of these big shots, but he didn't expect the other party to come prepared.

He struggled inwardly, and politely declined: "Sorry, I'm not very good at drinking..."

"A great artist is so humble." The other party was not in a hurry or annoyed, showing his demeanor, "We met before you went abroad. At the reception after your mother's concert, you drank a lot. Why, go abroad After staying for a few years, you won’t drink anymore? I read that’s not what’s written in the news.”

An Jiayu froze, his reports abroad were not many related to drinking.Such a precise strike must have done its homework.

"I'm sorry Mr. Chen, Mr. An just came back, and every time I get jet lag, I feel very uncomfortable. I don't dare to drink." Vicky held up half a glass of red wine as a respect, "I'll drink it for him. Thank you for taking care of us Mr. An today. .”

The scene cooled down almost instantly, Mr. Chen didn't lift his eyes, and the smile on his face disappeared completely, as if he didn't bother to deal with a small assistant, he still looked at An Jiayu lightly: "Even if you are an artist, don't force yourself to be with us." Ordinary people draw a clear line. After all, there are always ups and downs in life, who can be a flower on a high mountain forever...Your industry is also full of talents, after all, it is better to keep your feet on the ground."

This sentence already meant something, and it would be embarrassing to say it any further. An Jiayu thought that these news would not spread to the country so quickly.

He simply took the other party's cup, slowly raised his head and drank the beautiful dark purple liquid in the cup.

The entrance is soft and full, with a strong fruity aroma, delicious, but not his favorite taste.These years he did not drink at all, but his tongue became sharper. He returned the goblet to its original owner, restrained his gentle smirk, and commented slightly coldly: "It's not too sour."

Since the other party even knows his recent situation, it should also be clear that he doesn't like to laugh, so there is no need to be hypocritical.

Drinking this glass of wine means that he bowed his head to everyone.

It seems that everyone likes to pull an artist off the horse and get a worldly atmosphere, and the atmosphere gradually becomes harmonious.

Naturally, the other party won’t embarrass him if he achieves his goal. Mr. Chen laughed: “Right, let’s make friends. Like Pinot Noir? Then I’ll ask them to open a Burgundy.”

Afterwards, he didn't hear a word he didn't like to hear, only occasionally when someone drank with him, he would happily accept it, swirling half a glass of some coquettish light red to accompany the wine, but there was no need to apologize.

The author says:

>_< Let me prepare tissues for you first!See you tomorrow!