Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian stared at the screen, and the short 2-minute video looped seven or eight times, and he didn't miss every micro-expression of An Jiayu.

When asked if he would miss the stage, the man looked up subconsciously, with sincere and yearning eyes.

When asked if he would regret it, his expression was a little sad and helpless.

Qiao Yumian sat on the bed blankly for a long time, mechanically refreshing the comments below the video.

--what a pity! ! !

——No, this is too miserable...

——Damn, no wonder BSO didn't have him in the Los Angeles show in January!Changing to a newcomer I don’t know, I thought it was a temporary change... This is too depressing, it’s hard to find a Chinese violinist I like...

——I don’t know this little brother very well, but I feel that he has a good temperament. Does it mean that he will not be able to play the violin in the future?

——It’s so broken, it’s because of him that I learned the violin...how could this be...

——I was going blind from crying for hours, but I couldn't stop at all.Why on earth...

Yes, why on earth...

Qiao Yumian also wanted to ask, why...

So An Jiayu didn't come back this time to endorse some bullshit at all.

Therefore, people who have always been casual have many taboos, so they participated in inexplicable variety shows, so they never played the violin.

He also said lightly before that he wanted to take a break...

Qiao Yumian turned off Weibo, dialed An Jiayu's number, and continued to hang up if she couldn't get through, until the notification tone changed from "the user you dialed is busy" to "the number you dialed is turned off".

The morning suddenly became long, and the sun tried hard to break through the thick clouds, but there was not even a ray of light to be seen. The rainy season in East Africa came, overwhelming the sky and drenching the whole world in an instant.

Qiao Yumian wanted to go back.

March and April are the low seasons for tourism. There are only two direct flights to the country on Monday and Friday every week, and today is only Wednesday.

But he didn't want to wait any longer, and immediately found a flight ticket a few hours later, connecting in Dubai. The whole flight took more than 20 hours, but he could take off in 5 hours.

The rain was so dense that his T-shirt would stick to him as long as he walked from one end of the yard to the other.

The driver hadn't woken up yet, his eyes were sleepy when he opened the door, and he even woke up annoyed that his good dreams had been disturbed.

Seeing the suitcase beside him, he asked angrily, "Where are you going?"

"Airport." He showed the ticket on his phone.

How could it be so cold in the early morning at the equator, so cold that his teeth were chattering.

After he finished check-in in a daze, he remembered that all his clothes had been thrown into the checked baggage. The half-wet T-shirt was blown cold by the air conditioner, and he didn't even have a coat...

As soon as he got on the plane, he asked for a cup of hot black tea and held it in his palm, and put on the aviation blanket that he always thought dirty and dared not touch. He warmed himself while drinking tea, but it didn't seem to work.

On a cloudy and rainy day, the pain in the little finger was unprecedentedly severe, like a raging wave, rushing from the fingertip to the heart.

He stared blankly at his clenched fists, like the winter he returned to, just like the self who hadn't grown up, powerless to everything in front of him.

The nightmare reappeared, he was pushed to an altitude of [-] feet, and in the violent turbulence, something was crumbling.

Since the broadcast of the program, An Jiayu's mobile phone screen has never been turned off. Relatives and friends, including the media who did not know where to find his number, harassed him endlessly. He simply turned off the phone during the day and turned it on again in the middle of the night. After screening, he didn't have many close friends, and he basically didn't reply much.

Last night, when he and his dad went to the airport to pick An Zhen home, they even found someone squatting at the gate of the community to secretly take pictures, so he made a decisive U-turn and went to the suburban yard to take shelter for a few days.He is not a traffic star, and the turmoil can gradually subside after a few days of silence. This trick has been tried and tested.

"You don't need to worry about this matter." Early in the morning, An Jiayu's mother and son turned off their phones, and Ji Yuanxiao called Yu Zhifan's mobile phone, "The company will take care of it, and you can take your vacation with peace of mind. I will also inform the brand side After that, it will have no effect."

There are still old-fashioned vegetable markets in the suburbs. After lunch, Yu Zhifan took An Zhen out for a stroll, leaving his son at home alone, saying that it was rare that the housekeeper was not around, so the couple could cook together at night.

Can't practice the piano, the Internet is full of smog, and I finished watching a comedy movie after taking a bath.

An Jiayu had nothing to do, and he didn't want to be alone in a quiet environment. It was too easy to let people down and think wildly, so he just picked up the car keys and went for a drive.

There are few cars in the suburbs and wide roads, which inevitably gives people the illusion of controlling the audience, and the speed pointer can rarely point to the number 60.

Looking at the leather seat of the co-pilot, he unconsciously remembered Qiao Yumian's indescribable expression when he sat here last time.

As a passenger, Qiao Yumian wanted to take care of the driver's mood, her mouth turned white, and she forced herself not to speak, but the tension was hard to dispel. Every time he merged, the man would hold his breath, his eyes blinked rapidly, and his eyelashes seemed to be fanning out The wind is coming.

An Jiayu couldn't help laughing, but it was inevitable to feel sore after the funny.

He really couldn't accept it. Fate made him find Qiao Yumian again, but he regretfully informed him that this person no longer belonged to you.

An Jiayu stopped at the wide intersection, staring at the sign on the side of the road in a daze. Next to the arrow to turn right, it marked: Yiai Rehabilitation Center 2km.

Yi love?It seems to be... the place where Qiao Yumian's mother lives, is it here, or is it just the same name?

He turned right following the sign and soon stopped in front of the nursing home.

After opening the webpage to check, he found that this is indeed the only nursing center in this city that specializes in all kinds of dementia. It was also because of Qiao Yumian's mother that he learned that Alzheimer's is not the only dementia in this world. Their symptoms are completely different, but they lead to the same goal by different routes.

It is clearly called a "rehabilitation center", and all the patients who are admitted will never recover. There is no treatment, no specific medicine, and some can only watch their condition deteriorate until they die.

It is better to hit the sun than to pick the sun, probably this is God's will.

It just so happened that An Zhen came back from Northern Europe the day before yesterday, and the trunk was full of all kinds of presents before she could pack them up. An Jiayu chose a few boxes of chocolates and cookies with different flavors from them.

The nursing home in the afternoon was very quiet. There were three young nurses, two men and one woman, in the public area. They were leading a group of elderly people to draw pictures. The building had excellent lighting and was not as lifeless as imagined. It looks like a public library.

He made it clear to the front desk, left a snack for the nurse on duty, and was led to a door.

The girl twisted the doorknob hard, but it didn't move.She took out the key from her pocket and opened the locked door as usual: "The nurse is on vacation for the past two days, and I am taking care of her."

In fact, at this moment, An Jiayu retreated in his heart.

This is the first time he has come to a place like a nursing home, and the images he has seen in the social news can't help floating in his mind. As for the nurses who had already entered the room, he was still frozen in place looking at the toes of his shoes.

Until the breeze brought a crisp lingling sound.

An Jiayu slowly raised his head, a white lily of the valley the size of a fist was hanging upside down in a clean blue sky, the spring breeze stirred the faded paper hanging under the flower, and there were a few others on the window sill swinging with it. Dragonflies huddled together, and the blooming flowers brought fragrance to the room.

The flustered heartbeat in his chest inexplicably calmed down.

It was completely different from the social news, this room was bright and clean, spotless, not only did it have no peculiar smell, but it gave him an extremely familiar feeling.

There is a desk in front of the window, a wardrobe on the left, and a bed on the right.

There is a low table in front of the closet, and a lazy sofa next to it.

The nurse walked to the bed: "Auntie, are you awake? Someone is here to see you." The girl spoke very slowly, but her voice was loud.

The woman on the bed opened her eyes and looked towards her fingers, An Jiayu almost couldn't recognize her.

She still has black hair, and her wrinkles are not as deep as those of the 80-[-]-year-olds out there, but her eyes are cloudy, the lines between her eyebrows and the drooping corners of her mouth make her look much older than her peers .

But even if she was out of shape due to the disease, she could still see the beautiful skeleton outline.

Standing in this very familiar environment, An Jiayu looked at the woman named Li Huijun who had met him once, and all the oppressive feeling she had brought back then disappeared, and now she was so fragile that she was at the mercy of others.

The little nurse loosened the tightly wrapped quilt for her, rolled it around her stomach, pulled her arms to move around, and then began to massage her legs under the quilt.

"Auntie is in such a good mood today."

Li Huijun ignored her, as if he couldn't hear her, and just looked at the uninvited guest blankly.

An Jiayu wasn't sure if it was because she, a stranger, made the other party feel scared, for fear of irritating her: "Otherwise, I'd better come back another day, is she a little afraid of me..."

"No. If she is afraid, she will make a fuss. It's quite relaxed, Nuo, look." The nurse shook Li Huijun's hand, and she was indeed relaxed. The little nurse asked with a smile, "Auntie, why do you keep looking at him? Does he look handsome? Is he as handsome as your son?"

Li Huijun still didn't respond, but the frequency of blinking became faster, showing a hint of confusion.

The nurse smiled, and poured half a glass of water to her mouth, "Come on, don't look at the handsome guy, drink some water."

The woman avoided the mouth of the cup, seeming a little impatient.

The nurse was not displeased at all, she held the cup tightly to prevent the patient from knocking it over, and persevered in persuading her to drink water: "Take a sip, I'm going to sue Qiao Yumian for disobedience."

Hearing Qiao Yumian's name, Li Huiyun glanced at her in a blink of an eye, and obediently took a sip.

"Hmm. Great." The nurse looked at her with a smile and asked, "Do you know him? Who is he?"

An Jiayu smiled awkwardly: "She didn't really recognize her..."

Li Huijun moved his mouth suddenly and uttered an indistinct syllable.

Her brain has degenerated, her limbs have degenerated, and her vocal chords are aging too badly. No one can understand her speech anymore.

"It's raining? Where is it raining? No." The nurse who was with her day and night didn't understand.

But An Jiayu understood it strangely.

She wasn't talking about rain... but...

He walked over in disbelief, squatted down in front of the bed, imitated the nurse's slow speech and exaggerated articulation, pointed to himself and asked, "Who am I?"

"...Little fish."

The author says:

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