Juliet Tower

"I'm Vicky, JA's manager... still learning."

The girl was busy introducing herself as soon as she got in the car, and Qiao Yumian realized that while he had settled An Jiayu to sit down, this Vicky had unknowingly patched up her lipstick. The Japanese rose "Mako" is thick apricot pink.

Qiao Yumian nodded: "Hello. I'm Qiao Yumian."

The other party blinked, and seemed to be waiting for the next sentence. After waiting for a long time, he realized that he had finished speaking, and said awkwardly, "Is it kapok's cotton?"

"Long and endless." Seeing the great curiosity in Vicky's eyes, he guessed that An Jiayu had never mentioned himself to the people around him.

The JA mentioned by Vicky should be the classical music brokerage company established by An Zhen. The opportunity is that after An Jiayu won another award four years ago, the cellist’s contract with the former company expired and did not renew. Instead, he took the risk and chose to return to China to establish his own. studio.

An Zhen said in an interview that the domestic classical music industry has not yet entered the right track. She hopes to take this opportunity to discover and help more young people who love classical music, and help the development of this industry with great potential in China.

Of course, there were different opinions at the beginning, but in the end the conclusion fell on the mouths of the melon eaters that An Zhen was dissatisfied with the brokerage company's share, and the two sides couldn't reach an agreement, so they didn't renew the contract.

Qiao Yumian's original plan was to just send An Jiayu to the car, but he couldn't pull it off.An Jiayu slept on the reclined seat, his hands were still clasped in his palms, their ten fingers were tightly locked together like precise locks, and Qiao Yumian was reluctant to break them too hard, after all, these hands were priceless.

"Let's take him home together." Vicky opened the passenger door, left the space next to An Jiayu for Qiao Yumian, and handed him a hangover medicine, "Try to get him to drink it, or he'll have a headache when he wakes up."

An Jiayu, who had her eyes closed, suddenly sat up: "I won't go home... I can't go back..."

Qiao Yumian took the opportunity to support his back, and leaned the unscrewed vial to his lips: "Drink this."

Without even thinking about it, the man raised his head and drank the whole hangover medicine.

"Hiss..." The girl in the passenger seat gasped suddenly, stared at the phone screen and shook her hands, "Damn... really... I'm going to die..." After speaking, she gave the drunk with a dull face a sad look. , "Mr. An, you killed me...Why didn't you tell me that you can't drink alcohol!"

And An Jiayu can only say one thing at this moment: "I can't go home."

"Understood, if I don't go home, I won't go home. Sending you back like this is not far from being kicked out by the company..." The little assistant took out a pair of bluetooth earphones from his bag worriedly.

Qiao Yumian felt that these people were making a big fuss, they were just drunk, they didn't cause trouble, and they weren't photographed by the media.

The driver started the car, and while he was leaning over to fasten An Jiayu's seat belt, a scolding suddenly came out from the public speaker.

"Did I tell you to block all the drinks for him? You let him get drunk alone! Do you think I'm kidding you about alcohol dependence? Go find out what these four words mean by yourself For five years, he has barely touched a drop of alcohol, and I just handed him over to you for a few hours before he made a scene like this! You go and deal with Jane yourself..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and everyone in the car was stunned. The driver almost ignored the red light and stopped in front of the line.

Vicky finally disconnected the in-vehicle bluetooth that he accidentally connected to in a hurry. When An Jiayu was away, this car was An Zhen's special car, and before the new driver took over, Vicky often had to act as An Zhen's full-time driver.

This passage was completed in one go, although the voice was very low, but the words were clear and powerful, and the teeth were gritted.This is anger beyond words.

The girl lowered her head and pinched the phone to type a reply.

I don't know what was said on the other side. In the rearview mirror, the little girl was almost scolded and cried, her lips were pursed until they turned white, but Qiao Yumian only cared about those four words, alcohol dependence.

So he really opened the mobile browser as the voice said, and looked up the meaning of these four words.

An Jiayu slowly opened his eyes, the sunroof was in front of him, the driver was very considerate, he parked to avoid the street lights, there was only a piece of dark blue sky in the window, and there was a moon that was not bright.

He touched the button next to the seat, straightened the reclining backrest, and rubbed his eyes.

Waking up from a drunken state, my thinking was a little sluggish, but my head didn't hurt at all.After not drinking for a long time, she thought that waking up would be uncomfortable, An Jiayu stretched her arms a little gratefully, but suddenly found something in her left hand.

Qiao Yumian was so quiet, so quiet that she couldn't even hear her breathing, so quiet that she merged with the turned off car and the night outside the car.

As fake as a dream.

An Jiayu clenched her fingers hard, trying to tell if she was still drunk.

Qiao Yumian glanced down at their clasped hands, and slowly pulled out her fingers.

An Jiayu's heart sank, it was not a dream.Qiao Yumian in the dream was sometimes so gentle that she couldn't bear to push him away, and sometimes she broke free and fled indifferently, it wouldn't be like this... swinging between the two.

He began to seriously recall what happened after he was drunk. At that time, he took it for granted that Qiao Yumian was a drunk hallucination, so... so what did he say and do?

Why is the other party's eyes so confused, so... sad?

Qiao Yumian frowned slightly, but her tone didn't fluctuate too much: "Are you awake? Let the driver take you home, it's getting late, I'll be leaving first." After finishing speaking, he opened the car door.

An Jiayu grabbed his wrist: "Little Qiao! Wait a minute! You...where are you going..."

"I'm going back, I have to work overtime tomorrow." Qiao Yumian stepped out of the car, turned around and glanced at the seat, picked up the scarf he tore off in his sleep, wrapped it around his neck again, hesitated before saying, "Don't If you get drunk again... drink less..."

An Jiayu was taken aback, and let go of him.

That's right...it was him who saw his drunken bastard... Anyone who saw it would be disappointed...

It's like the most beautiful face left by the other party in his heart, maybe there is an inch of space in Qiao Yumian's heart for that high-spirited violinist, but such a reunion will definitely make him disillusioned...

During the days when she lost contact, An Jiayu fantasized many times. Standing on the stage, she found Qiao Yumian from the auditorium at a glance, and then raised her head and asked him, "Miss me."

He is confident that such a self will not be rejected again.

But it happened that Qiao Yumian saw him like this, he couldn't think of any more embarrassing reunion than today.

An Jiayu scratched the side of the car door and explained in vain: "No, actually I... don't drink often..."

He had been sober for many years, and today was a total accident.

"So... what's the matter with alcohol dependence?" Qiao Yumian hesitated for a long time, and asked in a low voice.But before he could answer, he quickly shook his head again, "Forget it, it's nothing, just ignore me. Go back and rest quickly, good night."

An Jiayu watched his back disappear around the corner, and then remembered that they had been separated for many years, and her panic was unreasonable.

Things are different, and the other party is no longer the young man with whom he was intimate, maybe it's just because of his kind nature that he didn't abandon a drunk ex-boyfriend.

Qiao Yumian was well aware of her slip of the tongue.

This kind of unspeakable secret, the person involved must not want to be brought up by anyone, let alone what relationship they have now, where does he have the right to question An Jiayu and poke his sore spots...

In the car just now, during the two hours that the man fell asleep, Qiao Yumian searched all the gossip about him on the Internet over the years. If there was no Chinese, he changed it to English.

But there is no mention of alcohol dependence in any news, the only relevant thing is an unremarkable old news, some foreign media inadvertently photographed An Jiayu in front of a street liquor store while watching other movie stars.

An Jiayu in the photo has messy chest-length curly hair, which looks like it hasn't been trimmed for a long time.A pure white piano case hangs on her thin shoulders, the neckline is crooked by the straps, revealing half of her protruding collarbone, red wine caps of different colors are exposed from the shopping bags held on her chest, and her veined arms are slender. It's hard to believe he can bear that weight.

Pale, thin, like a drug addict.

At that time, Qiao Yumian's own life was in a mess, and she didn't have any extra energy to care about what happened to An Jiayu.In his consciousness, the other party is living in the highest institution of classical music, interacting with top musicians every day, and approaching his dream step by step.

But why is he in such a mess?What happened to him in New York?Is it really as Su Ruike expected, he was shaken by the life of luxury and money?

impossible.

This absurd idea was rejected the moment it appeared, he knew An Jiayu's character too well.

Back at the rental house provided by the company, when she took off her clothes and was about to go into the bathroom, Qiao Yumian suddenly found that the ashes diamond bracelet had been forgotten and was still worn on her wrist, emitting a faint light blue fluorescence.

He suddenly realized, ran back to the desk naked, picked up his phone, and looked at the old news that he had just saved to check the exact date. Early December...was a month after Joe's accidental death...

The author says:

Calm down!These are all things of the past!