Juliet Tower

After the live broadcast was over and everyone was ready to leave work after the division of labor was done, Xiao Mao took the bouquet Qiao Yumian had just made and delivered it to the lucky viewers.

Qiao Yumian made an appointment with An Jiayu at six o'clock, before it was dark, he took the time to water the shrubs in the yard.

After returning to the house after work, I found that the glass door was pulled and hesitated at the door by two high school students, a male and a female, with couple scarves tied outside their well-fitting formal uniforms.

Qiao Yumian was taken aback when she saw the school uniform, it turned out to be a junior from Experimental High School.

"Hello, are you off work?" The girl was clean and beautiful, wearing elegant thin-rimmed glasses.

The weather was getting warmer, but once the sun started to sink, the wind immediately became cold and hard, and her skin was blown slightly blue at this moment.

Qiao Yumian walked over and took the initiative to open the door to invite them in. The air conditioner was turned off but the room was still warm: "Is there something wrong?"

"I want to buy a bouquet of flowers." When the girl spoke, the boy next to her looked out the window uncomfortably, and silently touched the girl with his elbow.The girl still looked at Qiao Yumian generously, but quietly stretched out a little finger to hook him together.

Ah, so cute.

Young is so good.

Qiao Yumian's heart softened, and she even lowered her voice: "There are a few flower shops nearby, and they should still be open at this hour."

The boy who had been silent for a while suddenly turned his head to look at him, and the girl was also a little confused: "Aren't you a flower shop here? I just saw someone going out with a bouquet, it was very beautiful... much prettier than the flower shop I passed by before... "

They have a good vision, but not every flower shop can get their flower materials.

The bouquet just now is a mix of "Sweet Juliet" known as a million roses and several white roses of different shades, filling fountain grass and translucent sweet peas. The whole bouquet is a fresh and pleasant milky yellow, like in In spring, the girl's light skirt flutters in the wind.

But those flowers have already been disposed of...

"Sorry, we are not a flower shop." Qiao Yumian couldn't bear to see their disappointed eyes.

"Ah, it's okay, I'm sorry to bother you..." The girl nodded at him embarrassedly, and comforted the boy, "It's okay, let's take a look."

The boy's frustration was visible to the naked eye, and he said to her softly when he pushed the door: "Your hands are so cold, let's go back first, and come out for a walk another day."

"No. I'm not cold, and it won't be your birthday some other day."

"Wait." Qiao Yumian couldn't bear it after all, and stopped them, "You guys, wait for me a moment."

He walked quickly back to the back garden, found an early pink flower from a bush and cut it off.

"Do you like this one?" He handed the flower to the girl.

The girl was surprised: "It's so cute, like a pink bun..." She turned her head and asked the boy, "Do you like it?"

In a few words, the boy licked his lips a few times and straightened his collar a few times. He didn't know whether he was embarrassed that boys liked flowers or he was not used to showing affection in front of outsiders, but his tone pretended to be indifferent: "I can .” As he spoke, he was about to reach out to take it.

Qiao Yu retracted his hand to let him catch the air: "Wait for me for 10 minutes."

In the corner are big and small potted plants, including the chest-high apple eucalyptus that he has raised for more than a year, and the flower stand is filled with sweet peas and daisies with rich colors.

Under the watchful eyes of the young couple, he quickly processed the branches and leaves, cut off a small handful of white sweet peas, and placed them on the outer layer of the spherical rose that was bigger than his fist. He simply tied and fixed the outer layer with a few pieces of pear paper around it, Finally, the thick jasmine-yellow matte paper is rolled into a cone shape, and it becomes a cone and fixed under the small bouquet.

The round petals buckle inside like a scoop of delicious strawberry ice cream, and the white sweet pea petals are as soft as melting cream.

The girl was so pleasantly surprised that she carefully took the fairy ice cream bouquet, turned around and handed it to the boy, "Happy 17th birthday."

The boy finally plucked up the courage to take a look at Qiao Yumian, said a word of thanks in a low voice, and then couldn't help but ask, "What kind of rose is this?"

Speaking of roses instead of roses, he seems to be an expert.

"Strawberry Macaroons."

"And what about the white flowers?"

"Sweet Pea. Have you seen Spirited Away? When Chihiro moved, she received a bouquet of pink flowers, that's it."

He also started to grow this flower after watching this animation with Li Huijun in the screening room of the nursing home one weekend.

17 is nice.Qiao Yumian thought to herself.

His 17-year-old wasn't too bad, though.

No, his 17-year-old is not only not bad... how many people have a singing white whale and a violinist at the 17-year-old.

"How much is this?" The girl took out her wallet.

Qiao Yumian smiled helplessly: "Didn't I say that, we are not a flower shop. This is for you. Happy birthday."

"Then... this is for you." The girl put it back into her wallet without any hesitation, and replaced it with a bag of unopened cookies. The appearance is really ordinary, but the fragrance of real materials can be smelled, "I made it myself .I'm sorry to delay you from get off work."

"Us?" Qiao Yumian took the cookie wrapped in a transparent grocery bag.

The girl pointed out the floor-to-ceiling window: "Isn't it waiting for you to get off work?"

When he turned around, he saw the violinist standing there, the tail of the scarf fluttering in the wind, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting.

After seeing off the boys and girls, he dragged An Jiayu into the house, and stuffed the bag of handmade cookies from the school girl into An Jiayu's pocket.

"When did you come in? Why didn't you come in? Is it cold?" After asking, she felt that it was unnecessary, An Jiayu wasn't very afraid of the cold.

"It didn't take long. You came when you went to cut flowers in the backyard." An Jiayu naturally spread out his palm for him to touch, and when he touched it lightly, it was really dry and warm, "That ice cream is very cute."

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, An Jiayu glanced at the young couple who were still lingering on the side of the road to take pictures.

……

Qiao Yumian glanced at the back garden, before he could lift his foot, he was grabbed by the arm.

"No. I don't want it. Don't be busy. Let's go eat?" An Jiayu suddenly lowered his head after speaking, looked at his own right hand in surprise, and squeezed it unconsciously.

"...What's the matter?" Qiao Yumian's upper arm was pinched a little itchy... I was a little embarrassed, after all, I haven't exercised seriously for a long time, and it's not a little bit different from those who are used to doing anaerobic exercises, so it doesn't deserve to be noticed.

"It's nothing, are you exercising...it feels pretty strong...you can't tell it just by looking at it." An Jiayu let go of his fingers while talking, and quickly put his hand back into the pocket of the windbreaker. As thin as before..."

"Well, I exercise a little every day, do plank and so on. Especially on business trips, it's boring at night." He put away his things, put on his coat, turned off the lights and locked the door.

"...I didn't expect that people who are most afraid of sweating will have a day of enjoying sports." An Jiayu made a rare joke.

Looking at the corners of his slightly raised mouth, Qiao Yumian couldn't help but think back to when he was in high school, not to mention strenuous sports such as playing basketball, he even skipped physical education classes, and basically used it for brushing up questions and taking naps. , and occasionally jokingly called him "Miss".

"Exercise is hard work now, and you will feel happy later." He followed the other person to the car parked on the side of the road. "When I was in college, I still had the patience to run for an hour a day. It was the hardest at the beginning, and I had to start doing it long in advance. Psychological construction, but exercise is better than drug treatment, and it will not have any side effects..."

It's easier to talk more when you're relaxed.

An Jiayu paused when he opened the door, apparently thinking of something, and the casual atmosphere was ruined after a while.

But the other party didn't ask anything, just got into the car as if nothing had happened, started the ignition, and brought Qiao Yumian into the mighty traffic.

The traffic was crowded, the taillights of the car flickered frequently one after another, the red light shone on An Jiayu's face, and the anxiety was even more evident in the silence.During this period, he opened his mouth a few times, but he just sighed a few times unnaturally and then closed it tightly.

It was unexpected that he became so cautious, how could An Jiayu need to read other people's eyes...

Qiao Yumian felt uncomfortable, so she took the initiative to say: "I'm fine. It wasn't serious at first, and it will be fine soon after I went to college."

The other party breathed a sigh of relief visibly, carefully switched on and off the turn signal to change lanes, and subconsciously sighed in a low voice: "That's good..."

"Otherwise I'll drive?" Qiao Yumian guessed that he doesn't usually drive very much, such traffic conditions are a bit severe for novices, and An Jiayu panicked from time to time.

"No, it's rare to have a chance to practice." In the crowded traffic, the man didn't have time to look at him, so he stared at the complicated road conditions and laughed at himself, "The skills are not very good, bear with it, we will be here soon."

Not far away, An Jiayu, a two-and-a-half-meter-long parking space, managed to stop after two turns. The moment the engine was turned off, he seemed to have experienced a fierce fight, and his nose was sweating. A lock of curly hair tumbled behind his ear.

Qiao Yumian leaned on the seat, looking at An Jiayu who was a little clumsy in an unfamiliar field, feeling as if something fluffy had swept over her heart.

In front of him, I am different from those videos and documentaries. This is not the violinist under the spotlight, but a lively, lovely young man with a breath of life.

"Here we are, let's go?" An Jiayu let out a long sigh of relief, and opened the door to get out of the car.

"Wait a minute." Qiao Yumian reached out and smoothed his unruly lock of hair, "Okay, let's go."

I don't want that person to move.

Is...was the action just now too abrupt?

For a while, Qiao Yumian had difficulty grasping the boundaries between them.When he wanted to keep his distance, An Jiayu would catch up with him and grab him desperately, but when he was a bit more presumptuous, the other party would politely take a step back.

I don't know if the injury a few years ago left a shadow on An Jiayu. The casual An Jiayu in front of him seems to have disappeared.He felt sorry, but time couldn't go back, and he couldn't make up for that 18-year-old An Jiayu.

"Little Qiao..." An Jiayu turned around, eyes worried, "I have a question to ask you..."

Qiao Yumian nodded and looked at him quietly.

But just as he was about to speak, the phone buzzed inappropriately.

"Tsk, forget it, let's go in first, the restaurant said that the peak meal time will not be reserved for 15 minutes after the reservation time..." An Jiayu glanced at the screen and said.

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