Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian misses An Jiayu from time to time, and most of the time she just uses memories as comfort, and it's not critical.

It’s like being unable to eat a piece of discontinued candy for a long time, missing the taste, and occasionally having a hard time scratching your head, but most of the time it will disappear naturally after waiting, much like the process of accepting reality.

But when the person was in front of him and face to face, he realized that this longing was actually painful, as if something wanted to break through the skin of his body and grow, as if he felt that spring was coming, and it wanted to germinate with everything.

But missing is just pure missing, he does not have unrealistic delusions.

After figuring this out, Qiao Yumian calmed down a lot, and he generously handed over the bouquet of flowers: "Did you get it?"

Today, An Jiayu is very sober. He took it with one hand and hugged it to his chest. He pointed at the girl in the car with his chin raised: "Vicky was watching your live broadcast, and happened to click on the emoji. Good luck."

Speaking of Vicky, Qiao Yumian suddenly remembered their purpose of coming here.He took out the zip pocket in his trousers pocket and handed it over, which contained the bracelet.However, An Jiayu didn't take it, but after silently looking at him, he showed his right wrist.

Qiao Yumian understood and took out the bracelet.

The sky is getting darker, and the whole world is soft under the setting sun.

An Jiayu held his hands in front of his chest, and when he got closer, Qiao Yumian noticed that his breathing didn't seem as calm as his expression, and the light and long breath had the smell of mint.

When the skin on the wrist was touched, An Jiayu trembled unconsciously. Qiao Yumian raised her eyes slightly, and found that the other person was looking at her without blinking. What.

They were too close, so close that they could see the reflection of each other's eyelashes clearly, so close that his own slightly rapid breathing stirred the ends of An Jiayu's hair hanging in front of his collarbone.

"Little Qiao..." An Jiayu suddenly moved an inch closer, her forehead was almost pressed against him, and the skin on the side of Qiao Yumian's face became so numb that she couldn't feel it, as if being pulled by an unknown force.

The noise in the air suddenly became hazy, leaving only the sound of a huge heartbeat, powerful and rhythmic.For countless afternoons sleeping in his memory, he opened his eyes from a nap, and a kiss that was just about to leave fell on his cheek and then withdrew.

He tilted his head in a strange way, and his two breaths blended tentatively... always kissing his lips within three centimeters.

"Cough, cough, cough... Teacher An." The window next to her came down at some point, and the girl called them back to reality with a loud voice, "Well, hehe, everyone is watching..."

Qiao Yumian woke up suddenly, and turned her head following Vicky's gaze. His colleagues were standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at him dumbfounded.

He lowered his head in embarrassment, quickly put on the buckle, and tugged on An Jiayu's sleeve to cover the bracelet: "Okay."

Returning the property to its original owner, he withdrew a polite distance and opened the car door for An Jiayu.

However, the other party didn't get in the car. After thinking for a long time, he finally made up his mind and asked him: "Are you off work? If you have time, let's have a meal together."

it's not good.

How to say that sentence, a qualified ex-boyfriend should be dead.

"Just, just eat something..." An Jiayu's brows and eyes showed anxiety again.

This kind of uneasiness is rare. Over the years, Qiao Yumian has watched all his stage records, follow-up shots before the game, backstage interviews, and news reports.The violinist has always been the calmest or most immersed in the crowd.He holds the piano with confidence, and when looking at the camera, the back of his neck is straight, his chin is slightly raised, his whole body is shining, and his confidence is so dazzling that people can't look away.

No one can refuse a proud person to show weakness, and he is certainly no exception.

"Okay." Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he went around to the other side of the car, opened the door and sat in.

Vicky was driving the car with his eyes wide open, frequently looking at them in the rearview mirror.

Different from the honest and straightforward Xiaomao before, just looking at the girl's eyes, you can tell that she is imagining an exaggerated drama, sometimes she purses her lips and frowns, and sometimes smiles weirdly.

There was a traffic jam all the way, the girl had already reserved a table on the way, and sent them to the main entrance of the restaurant. Before entering, Vicky grabbed Qiao Yumian.

"Well, Joe...Little Joe, can you drive?"

He nodded.

"Then I'll go back first, and I'll leave the car to you, please help me take Teacher Xiao An home later." After she finished speaking, she stuffed the car key into Qiao Yumian's hand, then turned to An Jiayu, opened the memo on the phone and continued babbling , "Don't eat spicy food, order the bottom of the clear soup pot, absolutely absolutely absolutely not drink alcohol, otherwise I can only apologize with death... don't even take a bite..."

An Jiayu interrupted her a little embarrassedly: "I see. I'll help you call a car and you go home quickly. Be careful on the road."

Qiao Yumian asked the waiter to take An Jiayu upstairs first, and then followed after sending the girl to the online car-hailing car.

An Jiayu was flipping through the tablet for ordering food.

After he hung up his clothes and sat across from him, the other party handed him the tablet: "I've ordered, you can see what you want to eat and add more."

"Actually, I can do it all." Qiao Yumian flipped through and ordered. There were vegetables, tofu, fish and shrimp, and red meat was rare. It was surprisingly bland. "When will I stop eating spicy food?"

An Jiayu was startled, picked up the teapot with his left hand and began to pour tea, and asked him instead of this topic: "Are you a florist now?"

"No, that's our company's newly established flower art studio, which happens to be in charge of Su Ruike, who often asks me to help."

"Su...Rike? Yes?" The other party lowered his head slightly, repeating the name in confusion.

Qiao Yumian put down the teacup: "Didn't I see you yesterday...you..." He suddenly realized that it was just a meeting many years ago, and it was normal not to remember.

An Jiayu rolled her eyes: "Yesterday? Was it the female colleague next to you? Do I... know her?"

"It's not considered acquaintance, we met once on the train many years ago..."

When mentioning the train, An Jiayu's expression paused, he suddenly realized and nodded, even a little surprised: "So it's her... Such a coincidence, you are colleagues now?"

"Strictly speaking, she is considered the boss. Although she is not directly under." Qiao Yumian smiled, "She is the manager of the company's marketing department, and I am in the supply chain management department. But I can join the company thanks to her help."

"She became the management of Shengjing at such a young age?" An Jiayu couldn't help being surprised, "That's amazing."

Qiao Yumian was taken aback for a moment. The flower supply company he works for is one of the businesses of Shengjing Group. Now its main business is no longer flowers, but real estate and resorts: "How do you know?"

"Didn't you send me the address of my studio last night? I couldn't sleep due to jet lag, so I checked it..." An Jiayu lowered her head and stuffed a chopstick of cold pre-dinner dishes into her mouth.

No wonder my eyes are a little red today.

Qiao Yumian nodded: "Are you coming back this time to endorse? How long will you stay?"

"Depending on the situation... there may be other activities, which have not been finalized."

This was a bit unexpected, he subconsciously asked: "But you are not going to do a national tour with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra at the end of the month..."

"...It's been changed." An Jiayu bit her lip, took a deep breath and said with a smile, "I want to take a break."

"Yeah." Qiao Yumian sighed, "Last year broke the record, 160 games a year. It's time to take a good rest."

As far as he knows, An Jiayu has performed less than [-] performances in any year since his senior year. This is not an industry secret, as long as he pays close attention, he can check the performer's performance arrangement, which is convenient for music fans to buy tickets. .

A certain foreign website once launched a documentary, which followed a young artist for 72 hours non-stop, including An Jiayu.Traveling to two places for four performances in three days, he was so exhausted that he didn't even want to talk after being so focused on the stage. He even fell asleep after entering the bathroom, and was woken up by his manager more than an hour later.Because the bath water became cold, the next day, as expected, he appeared in front of the camera with a fever and sleepiness, but the practice before going on stage would completely wake him up, and his performance was always perfect.

An Jiayu's recorded life seems very boring, practicing piano, performing, resting, practicing piano, high intensity, endless cycle.

Qiao Yumian raised her head, and An Jiayu looked over and over at the advertisements of drinks and beverages, feeling downcast as far as the naked eye could see.

"Don't look at this..." He reached out and took away the colorful advertisements.

An Jiayu woke up suddenly: "No, I didn't look at it seriously, I just took it...I don't want to drink." He seemed to be too sensitive to Qiao Yumian's joke, and he was a little impatient when he was serious, "I didn't, I didn't...drinking, actually I usually don't drink, that was many years ago, it was Vicky and the others who made a big fuss..."

Qiao Yumian's finger on the table was gently grabbed, An Jiayu looked at him weakly: "Yesterday was just an accident...I'm not like that usually..."

"Yeah." Qiao Yumian looked down at the hand that was holding him, but An Jiayu retracted as if being scalded.

"So, it's completely cured, right?" He shouldn't ask, and he doesn't want to embarrass An Jiayu, but he really wants to get an answer that will make him feel at ease. He just needs to know that An Jiayu is doing well. .

"Well...it's already cured."

That farce not only cured An Jiayu's alcohol dependence, but also made him completely let go of Qiao Yumian's "unfeeling".

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Vicky performed a kneeling slide for everyone.