Juliet Tower

An Jiayu no longer uses fruity body washes, and people who are used to using perfume seem to be like this, fearing that the scents will overlap.

But the toothpaste is still sweet orange mint.

After Qiao Yumian took a shower, he put on the home clothes that An Jiayu hung on the doorknob. It was light and soft, just suitable for a heated room, and the size was as snug as his own clothes.

Their height and shoulder width are almost the same, but An Jiayu has lost too much weight recently, making her look unhealthy.

Of course he will not be too healthy, whether it is physical or mental.

It should be said that it is incredible that he can still stand here.

Qiao Yumian walked slowly to the table. There was an exquisite wooden piano case on the table. He was not sure how expensive it was. The piano sleeping in it was tens of thousands or hundreds of millions... If An Jiayu Can't play it anymore, that's pointless...

He pinched the naked white whale on the zipper, feeling a burning pain in his heart.He couldn't imagine what An Jiayu would look like without a violin, and he even felt that the blood flowing in that person's veins was not blood at all, but a pulsating, continuous flow of musical notes, which flowed back to the heart and would strike different rhythms.

An Jiayu's hair was still dripping when he opened the door and entered the room: "Are you hungry? If you're hungry, go down to eat first. Auntie is downstairs. Breakfast is ready. I'll go down as soon as I finish blowing my hair." After finishing speaking, he Walked into the steamy bathroom as if nothing had happened, stood in front of the mirror, opened the drawer, took out the hair dryer, connected the plug, and pushed the power.

Qiao Yumian sat at the table and silently stared at his movements in one go. The high-power hair dryer whipped up his curly hair, revealing the clear bite marks on his neck. His lips opened and closed slightly in the whistling wind, the noise was too loud to be heard What song are you humming?

Since he returned to China, this was the first time Qiao Yumian saw that he no longer hesitated, no longer preoccupied and cautious.He finally showed a calm smile again, and even returned to the way he was a boy, relaxed and comfortable, with a little unobtrusive arrogance.

Is it a disguise?Is it bragging rights?

Qiao Yumian's eyes were sour, and she hurriedly turned around to face out the window.

The yard is clean and tidy, the leaves between the branches are translucent by the sunlight, the scattered white petals are gathered under the tree, covering the dark brown of the soil, the shadows are shaking slowly in the breeze, take a deep breath, and smell the freshly cut grass taste.

Is there still room for improvement? Have you seen more doctors?

Isn't the level of medical care in the United States the highest in the world? How could it be so easy to give up? How serious is it?Do you want to find a famous doctor in China?It may not be as good as outside...

"What are you thinking about?" The roar of the hair dryer stopped behind him. An Jiayu walked behind him and messed up his hair. Seeing that he was not moving, he stretched out his arms and hugged him from behind. He had just been dried by the hot air. His hair hung down, and the fluffy and curly ends were warm, rubbing against his skin.

He took a deep breath, holding a glimmer of hope: "...your hand. Is there any chance of healing..."

An Jiayu chuckled: "Look at what nonsense they are talking about on the Internet."

"Didn't you say that yourself?" Qiao Yumian turned her head in confusion, the tip of her nose touched her moist ear temples, "The doctor said..."

The doctor said there was no other way.

The second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even repeat it.

An Jiayu took a breath, then hugged him more tightly, rubbed his chin on his shoulder, turned his face slightly, pecked and kissed his ear, and asked softly: "That's why you suddenly ran away from Africa without a word." come back?"

"...Just for this?" He repeated softly, "Yes, just for this..."

if not?Apart from this, he doesn't know what else he can do for himself, what else can support him to survive in the harsh, boring world full of unknown problems day after day.

Anyone who wants to live hard needs some thoughts, right?

"My hands are fine."

Qiao Yumian was startled, and her heartbeat seemed to stop.

An Jiayu emphasized again: "Little Qiao, my hands are really fine, don't worry."

"But, but, why did you cancel so many performances..." A heart was suddenly raised in his throat, and he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear that it would jump out, "And why did you say that in the show..."

"They edited it in the show. I chatted with the host for more than half an hour, and finally they spliced ​​and released the same sentence." An Jiayu touched the phone on the table and opened it. After checking their JA official Weibo, the latest one was a statement against the malicious editing of the program group. With nimble fingers, he zoomed in on the black-and-white picture with the official seal, and held it up to Qiao Yumian.

Those words such as solemn statement, malicious guidance, bad influence, and accountability were all quickly skipped by Qiao Yumian.

He only saw one sentence: Mr. An Jiayu's left hand was suffering from tendonitis due to fatigue, and he was undergoing treatment and rest according to the doctor's advice. I believe that he will meet you again on the stage of the concert hall soon.

Qiao Yumian grabbed the phone, and he looked at the palm-sized picture many times.

"...Although it is a bit serious, it can be fully recovered after a good rest. Of course, you must always pay attention after this, otherwise you will relapse." An Jiayu added silently, "Injuries are familiar to many performers. "

I believe we will meet again soon.

The heart hanging in mid-air contracted violently, and finally returned to its original position with a long sigh.

Like the relaxation of the rest of his life, he crawled through the pleasant exhaustion, including the hard work of traveling from another continent all the way, including his fragility of being exposed to the rain, blowing the air conditioner, catching a cold and having a fever, and including the most solid root of his life The desperation that the skeleton finally broke, including their fatigue after lingering between the floor and the wall, including the hunger that he had eaten nothing but a few cups of black tea and a few mints since yesterday, and, he was frightened, collapsed In the end, the anger and fear of losing and regaining love turned into anger and fear.

"...Xiaoyu..." He rarely felt a grievance.There will be no grievances in front of anyone, and I am not qualified to disclose them.

"Ok?"

"I'm very hungry……"

He turned around, hugged and kissed his swan while stroking the straight and graceful nape of his neck.

"Qiao Yumian." An Jiayu held his head in both hands, and rubbed the tip of his nose with him, "Can you stay with me? We are together."

"..." He closed his eyes and didn't answer.

"I went to see your mother yesterday...I saw all those things...so we have never been separated, right..."

"Yeah." He nodded slightly.He never left Anjiayu, a part of him always chased that beam of light, living in the most beautiful place.

"Listen to me. We won't be separated anymore." An Jiayu smiled and kissed his eyes and the corner of his mouth, "I want to be with you, no one can control me...even you..."

"An Jiayu! Come down for breakfast! Look at your watch! What time is it!" Auntie roared, "Come down immediately! The porridge is cold!"

"Oh!!! Immediately!" An Jiayu shuddered all over, stuck out her tongue, turned around and ran downstairs.

His swan occasionally turns into a big, silly dog.

Qiao Yumian followed and called him: "An Jiayu."

"Ok?"

"I love you."

"..." The man paused, stopped in the middle of the stairs and turned his head. He couldn't help pursing his mouth and frowning slightly.

Then he took a deep breath, and soon recovered his bright smile, his eyes sparkled: "I know."

There was a middle-aged woman standing in the dining room, already fully dressed, as if waiting for them.

Although she is just a housekeeping aunt, to Qiao Yumian she is considered one of the owners of this house.He bowed politely to the other party, but the other party spoke first: "Xiao Qiao, right? Xiao Yu said you had a fever, so you made it very light. I warmed up the porridge for you guys, so hurry up and eat it. Put the sparerib soup for lunch Keep warm in the oven. The white-cut chicken and minced meat tofu are sealed in the refrigerator, just take it out and eat it directly. You can cook noodles or steam rice yourself. In the evening, I have fresh meat dumplings with egg yolks, put them on the drawer and steam them for a while Zhong, you can choose whichever cold dish you want." She turned her head and asked An Jiayu, "Would you like to stay here tonight or go to your parents' place?"

"I can't pass these two days, let the two of them live together."

"That's fine, I'll come back tomorrow morning." The aunt approached Qiao Yumian, "Make it your own home, it's rare for him to bring friends back..."

The originally loving eyes wandered over his neck and instantly became a little stunned. Qiao Yumian's heart tightened, and she suddenly realized something.He doesn't have hair as long as An Jiayu's, and those ambiguous traces on his skin that are inconvenient to show are just so nakedly exposed to the air.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I won't neglect him." An Jiayu put his arms around the woman's shoulders and sent her out, "Did you come by car?"

"Ah? No... Good day, I want to go for a walk..." Auntie didn't ask any more questions, she just lowered her head in embarrassment to avoid eye contact, and said goodbye to him, "Okay, I'm leaving, don't see me off .”

After closing the door, the two looked at each other and couldn't help but chuckle at the same time.

"...Scared her..." After all, people at that age were relatively conservative.

"It's not too scary...but it must be a little awkward. She doesn't know that I'm gay." An Jiayu walked to the sink and washed his hands, "Come and eat first."

The author says:

The person who loves Xiao Qiao the most in the world has returned to him.

He no longer has to face the pain alone, and when he is tired and wronged, someone will hug him.