Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian didn't feel sleepy, so she put on her clothes and stood on the small narrow balcony to trim the flower branches. It's not yet the flowering period, but the flowers he raises always bloom earlier and longer than others. It's only mid-February, and it can be seen faintly some buds.

The dormitory arranged by the company is not spacious, the structure of the single apartment is simple, and the balcony is only small enough to fit a drying rack.So he moved the flowers he had grown for a long time to Li Huijun's nursing home. After the establishment of the "Confession" studio, he moved more than half of it. Now there is only a pot of "Dragonfly" and a Fujimoto rose "Blue" hanging in the air. Overcast and rainy".They both belong to the blue-purple family, and they burst into bloom in spring. From a distance, they look like blue waterfalls hanging between gray buildings. Last year, they were accidentally photographed by passers-by and became popular on Weibo. Su Ruike complained about why he didn't put some companies at home. The variety of promotion is a waste of exposure opportunities.

"Our base is full of cut flower varieties, which cannot produce such an effect." Qiao Yumian explained helplessly.

It took time to trim the flowers and plants, and it was already past one o'clock when I returned to the house.After washing her hands, Qiao Yumian picked up her phone to set an alarm for 05:30.Tomorrow's live broadcast will be in the afternoon. In the morning, you can go to a nursing home, take a walk with Li Yuan, have breakfast, and take an origami class together.

He turned on the screen and suddenly found an unread message from more than an hour ago.

—I'm sorry today.

An Jiayu's name appeared on the screen after a long absence.

Qiao Yumian didn't know what to say, so she simply picked up the bracelet and took a photo.

— [Image] Forgot to return it to you.

His finger paused in the middle of the send button, afraid of waking up the other party, and then thought of An Jiayu's horrible sleep quality, and felt that he was worrying too much, so he sent it out with peace of mind.

But the dialogue window changed in an instant, and the uppermost part showed that the other party was typing...

Qiao Yumian didn't know if he disturbed the other party, or An Jiayu didn't sleep at all.The input state lasted for a long time, so long that he felt that he would see a whole screen of long-winded speeches.

——Tonight... I didn't delay you, did I?

This is the reply An Jiayu spent 10 minutes preparing.

Qiao Yumian looked at it for a while before guessing what the other party was asking. Today is Valentine's Day.

--No.No arrangement.

He lay on his side on the pillow, and suddenly felt a bit of nostalgia in such a late night. He, who Su Ruike called him an insulator all the year round, even smelled a little temptation inexplicably.

——Then... when is it convenient for you to meet up?

An Jiayu asked.

Before Qiao Yumian could reply, the question was quickly withdrawn.Then it was replaced by a more cautious and polite sentence.

——If I don’t bother you, I can pick a convenient time and I’ll get it from you?

——If it's inconvenient...I'll let Vicky go...

The other party came over with three messages in succession, each sentence more cautious.

Qiao Yumian was stunned, and then silently deleted the replies that she hadn't sent yet, some of which were too disrespectful to treat herself as an outsider.

The injury six years ago doomed him to be ineligible, and he had no position to be passionate.

An Jiayu didn't blame him for being magnanimous, it was reasonable to blame him.

——For your convenience.

He changed to a phrase that was as indifferent as the other party's.

Qiao Yumian closed her eyes, but her heart was still not very peaceful.

These years have taught him how to say goodbye, say goodbye to a normal family, say goodbye to youth, say goodbye to first love, say goodbye to a healthy mother, say goodbye to recklessness, and say goodbye to unnecessary self-esteem.

He faced the loss calmly, but panicked in front of the reunion.

Today's unexpected reunion with An Jiayu, hugging, holding hands, and the secrets he overheard overheard, scrambling to wake up the feeling in his memory.

He guessed that the loss in his heart at this moment must be because he hadn't experienced the sequelae of heartbeat for a long time.

Despite being disappointed, Qiao Yumian was also a little fortunate. Although he had been empty for so many years, his body and mind were still sound, and he still possessed the ability to move his heart.

An Jiayu and Qiao Yu made an appointment in the evening.

But he arrived more than an hour earlier, and the studio is not hard to find. The one with large floor-to-ceiling windows is right next to the quiet street.

The nanny car was too high-profile, and Vicky drove him to the door in an ordinary black SUV, and there happened to be a parking space.

"Mr. An, should I go in and get it, or you go by yourself?" The girl turned to him and turned to him after turning off the handbrake.

"No rush." ​​An Jiayu leaned against the car window with one-way film, and saw Qiao Yumian surrounded by a circle of people, leaning on a high stool, and lowering her head to trim the roses on the table.

A fixed camera is directly in front of him, and a girl is holding a gopro, as if she is choosing a blind spot to carefully avoid the picture, and keeps moving to capture pictures from different angles.

"It seems to be a live broadcast... That Qiao Yumian is an anchor? It would be too wasteful not to be a celebrity if he is so handsome... This is much better than those fresh meat... And yesterday he was You have no makeup?" Vicky stretched her neck to look, and hurriedly took out her domestic mobile phone, which claims to be able to take pictures of the moon, and then smacked her lips, "Damn, you are really handsome. No wonder Sister Ji said you have not When it comes to dating, the starting point is too high... Tsk tsk, is it really just a florist?"

An Jiayu glanced at her silently. After what happened last night, he didn't tell Vicky about his relationship with Qiao Yumian, but... it's really not hard to guess.

The girl stuck out her tongue: "I won't say anymore..."

In fact, An Jiayu also had the same question, what has Qiao Yumian been doing all these years?How is his family?Is he having a hard time?Is there anyone to give him a hand?Where the hell has he moved?

Back then, he deleted Han Zhuoyi's WeChat on impulse, and regretted it many times afterwards.

"Ah, I found it." Vicky was busy in the front row for a long time, and handed him his mobile phone, "This should be their official Weibo, he doesn't seem to be a professional anchor, and he doesn't have his own account... Ah, here is the live broadcast link .My account has not been opened for several months...um...OK."

An Jiayu didn't answer the phone, but lowered the car window, and through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the studio, stared intently at the person quietly making the bouquet.

The man was comfortable and calm. After stroking the thorny flower branches with his fingers, he touched the plump flower heads. After manually opening the outermost petals, he would unconsciously rub the delicate surface of the flowers with his thumbs. The gentle movements were the same as before. Pushing aside his side bangs is exactly the same.

His chest was slowly filled with soreness.It's hard to imagine that there are other people in this world who can wear ordinary black T-shirts and fabric aprons so beautifully. Maybe it is to borrow the warmth of Valentine's Day. Half of the rose bouquet is spotless white, and the other half is hot red. The pure black wrapping paper is even more intense. Except for the two-color roses, no flowers and leaves are added, and finally a white English wide ribbon is tied to the end.

Time passed unknowingly, and the florist's performance ended, and the bouquet that was half like blood and half like snow stood in front of the camera, and silently exited the screen.

"It's so healing..." There was a slight delay in the network, Vicky swallowed, and finished watching it a few seconds later than him while holding the phone.An Jiayu saw clearly the words on the ribbon on the screen of her mobile phone, Thefurthestdistanceintheworld.

The well-known poems are vulgar when spoken, but they are suitable for the occasion when they are placed on ribbons.

When the flower receiver sees this sentence, he will be able to detect the other party's unspoken confession immediately.

The farthest distance in the world is when I stand in front of you, but you don't know that I love you.

An Jiayu stretched out her hand, and couldn't help but want to touch the bouquet of roses that Qiao Yumian made herself.

"Hey!" Vicky suddenly took off the earphones, "Mr. An, you...why did you post a comment..."

"Accidentally bumped into it." An Jiayu didn't care, she withdrew her hand, and other staff members were replaced on the screen.

He turned his head and looked out of the car. Qiao Yumian was standing by the hanger at the door of the studio, took off his apron, and put on a light gray cardigan.

"I thought you were going to participate in the lottery..." The girl tapped the screen a few times, disconnected the earphones, and let the sound in the video be released to the public. The background music of the live broadcast was actually a piece of classical music, a piano solo arranged by Liszt , the original song is a work that Schumann gave to his wife Clara in 1840, called "Dedication".

From the details of the music, it can be heard that it is the interpretation of the piano master Kissing. An Jiayu asked Vicky to turn up the voice, not wanting to catch up with the person in the picture talking: "Then let's congratulate this one, V7777. I will send you a private message immediately Address, if you are in this city, you can receive this bouquet within two hours."

"Damn!" Vicky widened his eyes and lowered his head to confirm, "What kind of luck are you...you can win a lottery even if you meet an expression?"

Qiao Yumian looked at the phone, the appointed time came, but the little manager didn't move.

"Huh?" The colleague behind me exclaimed in amazement, "The lucky spectator who was drawn just now said she was at the door. Where is it?"

Several people stretched their necks and looked out at the same time. Scattered passers-by and vehicles hurried past the French windows in front of them without stopping. The flowers and plants swayed in the wind, and the sunset was overwhelming. [Astringent peach]

Qiao Yumian saw An Jiayu open the car door, and the dusk fell on her curly hair, turning it into shimmering gold.

The colleague behind me just dialed the number of the lucky viewer. After a few words, he stuffed the bouquet of flowers into his arms and said, "Qiao Yumian, are you leaving? Take out the flowers by the way."

After Qiao Yumian realized it, she was already standing in front of An Jiayu.

He randomly pulled out the roll of ribbon from the material box. He didn't know who bought it. He was just looking for a wide white ribbon at the time, and he read the poem above when he cut it off.

It has been many years since he had time to sit down and read a book carefully, but the second he looked at An Jiayu, he vaguely remembered a few lines of that poem.

The longest distance in the world

It's not that we know we love each other but we can't be together

Rather, obviously unable to resist this longing

But I have to deliberately pretend that I don't take you into my heart at all

The author says:

Add more, don't cry... Send a bouquet of flowers to Xiaoyu.

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Two adults in their 20s have not seen each other for so long, and they met again yesterday. Neither of them is thick-skinned enough to be sure that the other still loves them, not to mention that the difference in social status between the two is even greater, so they have to deal with each other in the future. , little by little to discover these loves that have never disappeared (in fact, they will be discovered soon).

In addition, it's not that Xiao Qiao has no mouth, it's just that he has nothing to explain for himself, and they didn't misunderstand.Going back to six years ago and giving him another chance, he would still choose to cut it off quickly and let Xiaoyu leave him quickly and completely without giving any thought. It is best to forget him quickly, not for another day To be dragged down by his crap.

If there is anything unexpected, it is that Qiao Yumian didn't know how difficult it is for them to let go of someone