Juliet Tower

The patient lost her ability to swallow. White saliva overflowed from the corners of her mouth when she was talking. The nurse picked up a bib from her pillow and wiped it off for her: "I really know you! Then do you know my name?"

Li Huijun looked at her for a while, but did not answer.

"I don't remember my name." The girl pretended to be wronged and teased her, "Then I won't come to accompany you next week."

Li Huijun was unmoved, and just turned around and took out a fully armed tablet from under the pillow and handed it to her.

An Jiayu has seen this kind of exaggerated silicone protective cover, specially designed for young children, waterproof and drop-proof, and there are handles on both sides for easy grasping.

"I won't watch it today, and I have to go to another room. Be good, let him watch it with you, okay?" The nurse pulled away, motioned An Jiayu to sit over, and pointed to the head of the bed, "Just ring the bell if you need anything. "

An Jiayu leaned over cautiously, and saw that Li Huijun was not hostile before taking the tablet.

The desktop application is clear at a glance, several puzzle games, and two or three mainstream video websites.

Li Huijun seemed to think that his movements were slow, so he poked a little bit on the screen with his finger.She didn't operate very well, and when she got impatient, she pushed the tablet away violently, making some strange sounds from her throat.

An Jiayu really couldn't understand her unspoken needs, so she had to try each application one by one: "What do you want to watch? This? Play this game? Or do you want to listen to music?"

When he pointed to the music player, Li Huijun seemed to have finally remembered his appeal, and pressed the play button on the screen himself.

The soothing and charming melody came out of the loudspeaker, matching the bright colors of the spring flowers outside the window. The gentle warm wind was blowing on the face, and the fragrance of flowers and music soothed the patient's heart. She regained her calm, closed her eyes, and felt nothing at all. He noticed that the person next to him was almost in a hurry to grab the tablet that had slipped from his hand.

Below the title of the scrolling track, his name is clearly marked in the artist information, An Jiayu, and Li Huijun is listening to his work.

This is the version he recorded last autumn and it was released not long ago. It was the last work before he was ordered to stop playing the violin by the doctor at the end of the year.

He dragged the music albums in the favorites to look through them one by one, and all the works he recorded over the years were neatly arranged inside, none of which was bad, and there was nothing else.

It's just... a few albums, it doesn't mean anything... although it's strange that he has only one album...

Don't think wildly, don't be sentimental, don't have unrealistic expectations because of this clue...

But the more he tried to extinguish the flame in his heart, the more it burned. From seeing the wind chime, or from hearing Li Huijun calling him a little fish, his heart shrank into a ball, like It's about to explode anytime.

An Jiayu hugged the tablet and nestled it into the beanbag sofa. There was no password set, and the nurses could use it at will... So, so he can look through it too... Isn't this prying into other people's privacy?

He hesitated and clicked on the photo album.

Sure enough, Xueba is organized in everything he does, and all the content is classified into categories, which is clear at a glance.

News screenshots, game videos, performance videos, and even ID photos of the character introduction pages on his official website that are occasionally changed. These scattered files and pictures are all named and saved with dates. Year……

There was only one out of place, all alone among the folders, with a wide border of white photographic paper.

It's a photo, with some color cast, his hair is not so yellow.

It was when he was a teenager, sleeping on the bed in the dormitory, with Joe leaning against his shoulder, holding a section of his hair in a daze.

He also has this photo, which he kept in his violin case for a long time, with Qiao Yumian's handwriting on the back, happy birthday, bright future.

An Jiayu raised his head, and Li Huijun fell asleep in a blink of an eye, snoring evenly.

She has forgotten everything, but she calls out the name of a near-stranger, is it because Qiao Yumian often shows her these things... But just watching videos and photos, she doesn't know who she is looking at.

There must be someone who repeatedly and tirelessly tells her that this person is Xiaoyu.

This is Tchaikovsky with the New York Philharmonic.

This is Xiaoyu winning No.1 in the Sibelius International Violin Competition in Finland.

This is Xiaoyu's newly recorded work, Paganini's 24 caprices...

This is the little fish sleeping... That mouse is not a mutated and inflated mouse, but a chinchilla. Its name is Joe, and it was picked up...

If there is only an album, he can also persuade himself not to think too much, maybe it is just the memory of his youth, or his love for classical music.

But everything in front of me, the swaying old wind chime, the lush dragonfly, the collected bits and pieces...and the phrase "little fish" in my mother's mouth.

The psychological defense that An Jiayu managed to build almost collapsed in an instant. He couldn't help laughing while holding the funny tablet protective case, and asked the woman in front of him who didn't understand anything: "So, he is like me, right? ?”

But why, since you are me in your heart, why do you want to marry someone else?Now that I'm back, have you changed your mind, have you regretted it?Is everything still in time?

Trembling, An Jiayu took out her phone, turned it on, ignored the incessant message prompts, found Qiao Yumian's number and pressed it.

After connecting, there was a slightly heavy panting sound from the opposite side.

Qiao Yumian's voice was hoarse, as if she was about to cry in the next second: "Where have you been...why aren't you at home..."

An Jiayu was startled, dropped the tablet, and ran out of the rehabilitation center, leaving behind the nurse's words, "Go slowly."

He drove a slightly bulky SUV into the traffic flow in the urban area. It was the rush hour in the evening. He squeezed extremely hard on the ring road and gritted his teeth.Isn't the tail number restricted?Why does it seem that there are all kinds of license plates?Why do you have to join in the fun? Isn't it convenient to take the subway?

He moved slowly on the road and only drove into the community two hours later.

At the end of the straight road, a man crouched outside the closed gate of his house.

When Qiao Yumian raised his head, time seemed to travel back in an instant. This look made him see the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy again. He was helpless, restless, and dazed, making one involuntarily want to hug him tightly.

Qiao Yumian rang the doorbell for a long time but got no response.

After more than [-] hours of flying, my back hurts.The temperature in the cabin was too low. He wanted to sleep, but was woken up by the cold several times. At this time, his eyes were sour and his head was dizzy.

Regardless of whether it was dirty or not, he sat on the floor by the flower bed in front of the gate of An Jiayu's house, and looked up blankly at the unlit window on the second floor. The magnolia flowers were in full bloom, and green leaves had begun to grow on the protruding branches.

He dialed An Jiayu's number, but the other party still didn't turn on the phone, so he had to wait, and unconsciously leaned against the suitcase and closed his eyes.

He seemed to be asleep, but he could hear the noises in the surrounding environment again. The wind sound should be very gentle, but it roared into the gap between reality and dream, bringing the bone-chilling cold. In the warm spring.

He tried his best to hold up his heavy eyelids, and found that it was not the sound of the wind, but the car engine from far to near.

An Jiayu jumped out of the car but forgot to close the door, rushed straight in front of him, and stretched out her arms to wrap him tightly.

The fingers that were forced to put down the violin penetrated into the hair at the back of his head, dispelling some of the coldness, but not dispelling the almost overwhelming despair.

"Why are you here? Aren't you on a business trip in Kenya?" An Jiayu tried to pull him up, but he sat there motionless.

He didn't want to stand up anymore, he finally roared in his heart, standing was so tiring, living was so painful.

He looked at the hands that were holding him firmly, and then looked up at An Jiayu's face.

Lost the violin, lost the stage, lost the music, lost the dream.

He didn't know the meaning of existence in such a world.

He didn't understand how much effort An Jiayu had to maintain such a normal appearance, pretending that nothing happened.

He just wanted to say, stop pretending, since you can no longer stand on the stage, since you have to give up the violin and abandon all the meaning of life, then we should stop struggling.If you are in pain, just admit defeat, don't hold on, don't pretend, let's not continue to work hard to live.Anyway, fate does not intend to let us go.

Qiao Yumian gently grabbed the left hand that the doctor gave up.It used to be the most wonderful existence in the world. When it moved, it made people forget the difficulties and filth under their feet, and see the brightest light and the most distant beauty.

He has accepted the impermanence of life long ago. There is no such thing as fairness in this world. Human beings are a whole, and they are playing a zero-sum game together. Since some people are born lucky, others are destined to be unlucky.

An Jiayu is a person favored by God, and Qiao Yumian happens to be at the other end of the balance.

So he endured the unreasonable pressure of life with almost no complaints, and tried his best to solve the problems that fate entrusted to him, one after another, even if it was extremely difficult and painful.

When he raised his head, he could see An Jiayu Muguang standing on a high place, even if he couldn't touch it, he would still have boundless dreams in a small corner.

He once kissed him, stroked his beautiful feathers, and even briefly accompanied him on a lake cruise, witnessing that his wings were gradually plump, and then sent him to fly away into the sky.

Even if he can only slowly sink to the bottom of the lake in the end, he can look at the few ripples left behind and imagine the appearance of a swan flying, and imagine that he will take him to fly across all corners of the world.

"You!! What's wrong, Xiao Qiao?? Don't cry..." An Jiayu frantically wiped away his tears with his sleeve, "What happened... Xiao Qiao, don't cry... What happened..."

"...your...hand...your hand..."

The moment he opened his mouth, he finally couldn't help crying in the overturned world.

It looks like a very healthy and complete hand.

The joints are distinct, the fingertips are thick, and they are warm all year round.

The cries of adults are usually silent, and no one wants to expose their inner weakness, which will only attract cold eyes and ridicule.

But even though he bit his lips hard, the intermittent sobs still escaped from this out-of-control body. He was ashamed, but there was nothing he could do.

An Jiayu was startled, his eyes changed from panic and bewilderment to sudden realization, and then she shed tears while laughing.

An Jiayu raised his chin, and slowly pressed his forehead against it.

The little finger of his left hand was tightly grasped.

The world in the hazy tears ushered in another sunset.

An Jiayu said: "Qiao Yumian. I love you."

The author says:

This is their first "I love you."

See you next week~