Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian is considered an amateur florist, so handwork is naturally not a problem for him. While An Jiayu took Qiao Yining to throw out the garbage and wash his hands, he gathered the tools and materials, opened a random online picture for reference, and started to do it first.When those two people came back, the main body had already taken shape.

"Can you?" He held the windmill and held it in front of Qiao Yining. An Jiayu leaned over and blew it, and the fan blades spun effortlessly.

"It's so beautiful." The little girl took it carefully, "Thank you brother."

Cornflower blue cardboard is rolled out of the milk tea cup, covered with a milky white peak.There is a four-leaf windmill fixed on the surface. The two leaves are pure white and the other two are silver with pearls. No matter how you look at it, it is a decent Dutch windmill.

"And then?" An Jiayu rolled up his sleeves competitively, "I finished the windmill for you, what can I do?"

"Origami." Qiao Yumian handed him the phone, "There are tutorials here, Tulip's, try to be as small as possible..."

The thin artificial turf is pasted on a layer of plastic foam. The violinist's fingers are the best at fine manipulation. It didn't take long for a handful of pale pink and yellow tulip flowers to be completed.At the same time, Qiao Yining made a toothpick filled with green paint. Qiao Yumian glued the flowers to the bottom of the toothpick. The pointed end pierced the grass and stuck it into the plastic foam to fix it. It formed a small lovely flower field around the foot of the windmill.

Taking advantage of the two people taking turns blowing the blower and having fun, Qiao Yumian chose a large white tray online, and told Qiao Yining: "When I receive it tomorrow, ask Dad to stick this foam base on it. Otherwise, it will be top-heavy."

"Okay." The little girl nodded and agreed, "Are you going home?"

Qiao Yumian could hear some reluctance from her tone, and was a little embarrassed for a while.

"It's too late today, can I take you out to play next time?" An Jiayu said at the right time.

"it is good!"

On the way back, the little girl dozed off.The moment Qiao Yumian carried her out of the car, she felt that the weight in her arms was heavier than expected.

They don't have much communication between siblings, and they occasionally drag Qiao Zhe to give her some small gifts, plush toys, coloring books and so on. The last time Qiao Yining hugged her like this was six years ago, when she was still A sickly baby with no desire to explore the world.It seems that in the blink of an eye, it disappeared in more than six years. Although it is not considered strong, she has grown up like this.

"Brother." When going upstairs, the little girl tugged at his hand.

"Ok?"

"Next time, Brother Xiaoyu will come too?"

"Yeah." The sensor light in the corridor was broken again, he smiled in the dark stairwell, "Brother Xiaoyu is here too."

This was the first time he uttered these four words, but unfortunately that person didn't hear them.

Qiao Zhe was also exhausted from rushing back from the hospital, Qiao Yumian put down the little girl and went downstairs in the dark without exchanging greetings.

An Jiayu was not waiting for him in the car, as soon as he looked up, he saw people under the old street lamps, and unknown flying insects gradually increased in the spring night, huddling together with him in a beam of dim light.

Qiao Yumian couldn't help but stop.

The last time An Jiayu appeared here seemed like yesterday.

The flow of time is not uniform, and some moments are fleeting, just like his university, he hurried past the classroom, hurriedly shuttled between the bookshelves of the library, passed people and things in a hurry, and graduated without any sense of reality.

But sometimes it was long. He always felt that the days he spent with An Jiayu were not just the short two years in high school, but a long time, which could be recalled for a lifetime.

What is even more unexpected is that the sweetness in those memories can still continue.

"Come here." An Jiayu stretched out his hand.

He walked towards him: "Why don't you wait in the car."

"I've been lying in the car all night, come out and move around." The man wanted to touch the mottled lamp post with emotion, but gave up when he saw the dead mosquito on the small advertisement, "It's been a long time."

"I haven't been here for a long time." Qiao Yumian was held by him, and followed half a step behind him. She didn't know, and it didn't matter where he was going to take her.

When they walked to the small garden, they suddenly found that the corner that no one cared about in the past had been changed into a children's area. On the ground with soft bricks, there were slides, swings, seesaws, and a sandpit.

The bench is still there, they used to sit there and eat broken cakes to celebrate Qiao Yumian's birthday, the teenagers connected with each other, from friends to lovers.

"Qiao Yumian, if you don't like it, just run away." An Jiayu turned around and kissed him lightly on the forehead, making a soft chirp, "I said that at the beginning, right? Good grandson, you should say you like it first. You, let me be your boyfriend, okay... um..."

Qiao Yumian's heart felt hot, and she kissed him before he finished speaking.

He can't get back the ignorance and deer bumping into each other for a long time, and the kiss will no longer be a young and restrained mutual temptation.

The fruit is ripe, the aroma is strong and seductive, and the tongue's desire to resist or greet is entangled, and it turns into an overwhelming invasion in an instant.

An Jiayu pushed him onto the bench, supported the back of the chair with one hand, and leaned over him, forcing him to look up, and soon his breathing became difficult.

It wasn't late enough, Qiao Yumian vaguely heard footsteps, and wanted to push him away.Unexpectedly, he touched the man's belly, and there was a strange tremor in his palm, and An Jiayu hummed a scalp-numbing sigh.

The two looked at each other, the man's chest heaved, and the surrounding air gradually heated up and became thicker. Qiao Yumian was dragged up and walked quickly all the way to the parking place.

An Jiayu directly opened the door of the back seat and pushed him in.

"Wait, wait a minute, go home..." Qiao Yumian fell into the pure white seat, the car door closed, and the man stretched out his hand to unbutton his cardigan.

"No. You seduced me..." An Jiayu lowered her head and kissed, a hand slipped down from his side.

"I didn't..." He just couldn't help asking for a kiss, "Then... don't worry. Take your time..."

An Jiayu sat sideways in his arms, kissing him fiercely.

Qiao Yumian was bitten painfully, struggled a bit, and accidentally touched the remote control with her elbow, and suddenly there was the sound of Pokémon fighting on the screen.

The violinist's kiss was inexplicably interrupted, he frowned and grabbed the remote control to switch to the music player at will.

The disturbing voice immediately turned into a gentle piano sound, and the originally tense atmosphere softened, and the kiss became soothing and lingering, from the forehead, to the eyebrows, to the Adam's apple.

When Qiao Yumian swallowed, he was firmly held back by the tip of his tongue, and the dizziness spread instantly, making people feel thirsty, not thirsty, but longing, longing for the touch of skin and soul, even longing to swallow another soul, to be able to be with him Two in one.

"Little fish..." He sighed softly, stretched out his hand and tore off the man's clothes, buried it in his smooth shoulders, licked and bit the protruding collarbone, and rubbed against him amidst the music.

The buttons were undone one by one, the zipper was pulled down, and there was no need for any barriers between them.An Jiayu reached out to touch the button, and the back of the chair gradually tilted back. Qiao Yumian only missed a beat, and he ran away.

"Don't... how... um... hiss..." He grabbed the armrest of the seat, the wet and soft stimulation was too strong.

As soon as he bowed his head, An Jiayu's hot and bright eyes met him. He couldn't speak, but his eyes would replace his mouth to express all his love.

Sometimes that gaze was as soft as a warm river, touching every inch of his flesh, and sometimes it was as warm as a ball of fire, melting every inch of his bones.

In dizziness, he pushed An Jiayu's head away, took a deep breath to suppress the impulse that was about to burst out: "There is nothing in the car. Go home..." He didn't want to hurt him.

An Jiayu smiled slyly, fumbled out a plastic package from the pocket of the sweater, tore it off and put it on for him, then separated his legs, took out the gel and filled his palms.

Qiao Yumian was stunned, and grabbed his wrist: "Let me do it."

An Jiayu glanced at him, struggled lightly, held his fingers with his backhand, held him like this, and swallowed their intertwined index fingers together.

The area explored last night was still soft, Qiao Yumian stared at him seriously, watching him frowning and biting his lips.

The violinist finally couldn't stand the gaze, and kissed his eyelids, forcing him to close his eyes.

When kissing, An Jiayu couldn't wait, Qiao Yumian pinched his waist, controlled the person in his arms, and made him fall slowly.

"Hmm..." An Jiayu flinched from time to time, stopped in the air to take a breath, then gritted his teeth and continued, "Uh..."

Compared to yesterday, they seemed to be more comfortable, Qiao Yumian was accommodated inch by inch into another body, as if they should fit together like this.

When his body was completely relaxed, Qiao Yumian tried to push it lightly, and the tingling pleasure spread from the joint in an instant, and his right hand couldn't help but search for the man's unhealed left hand.

"Little...Little Qiao..." An Jiayu trembled violently, clasped her fingers tightly with him, unconsciously straightened her back, and bent her back into a smooth arc.

"It hurts?" Qiao Yumian was awakened by his high-pitched shout, and immediately supported his lower back, watching his eyes filled with steam, a little surprised, "I didn't use any force..."

"It's not...it's not painful..." The man rested for a moment, hugged his neck tightly, and pressed his forehead against his, "This angle...is a bit... ..uh! Little Joe... um...."

It's fine if it doesn't hurt.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't hurt.

In the slow but fierce collision, the sparks ignited along the way, turning into fireworks that exploded in consciousness.

Qiao Yumian turned the knob, the sound of the piano overwhelmed the breathing of the two, and the loving melody was Schumann's confession.

——You are my soul, my heart, you are my joy and my sorrow, you are my world for me to live in, you are my sky for me to fly freely.You are my resting place, let me lay my sorrow there. (*1)

Schumann gave it to Clara, and also gave it to thousands of people who love each other in later generations.

After the trembling, An Jiayu's eyes were moist, and she placed a kiss on his forehead.

On Monday morning, Qiao Yumian sent the prepared plan to the client, and received a reply in the afternoon, and Su Ruike's emotions were high as it was approaching the end of get off work: "It's probably settled like this."

She graciously helped Qiao Yumian make a cup of coffee: "Actually, they didn't have too much hope for our design at the beginning, and they talked to a lot of people, mainly because they liked our flowers and talked about them by the way. Anyway, there are many alternatives. Not many. But your plan is really, absolutely. Artist! Oh no, it’s the artist’s family... If it really works out this time, why don’t you go back to your miserable department, just stay with me and get paid No change, the bonus is doubled, and you don’t have to go to the backcountry to live a tribal life..."

"...Nairobi is not a tribe..." To be honest, Qiao Yumian didn't hate Kenya after falling behind.

"That's right, you can see zebras and hakunamatata...what's that called?"

"Warthog...sometimes..."

"Isn't that the tribe!"

Seemingly unable to refute, Qiao Yumian chose to let her go, hakunamatata.

The desktop was vibrated by the phone, he grabbed it casually and unplugged the charging cable, it was Qiao Zhe.

——I worked hard for you son a few days ago.Your Aunt Xu asked me to convey her thanks.

--fine.get well soon.

Couldn't have said anything better.

Exiting the dialogue interface, Qiao Yumian flicked the circle of friends. Qiao Zhe just posted a small video, and he immediately recognized that it was the yard of Qiao Yining Kindergarten.

A group of children gathered around the windmill on the table, you bite each other, the silver fan rotates slowly, shimmering light in the setting sun, bursts of clear and noisy laughter burst out, the happiness of the children is actually very simple.The camera turned to Qiao Yining at the side, and Qiao Zhe's voice came: "Who did it for you?"

Qiao Yining was a little shy and stretched out her hand to cover the camera.

The father persisted: "Who is so good at helping Ningning do it? You tell them."

"It's my brother." The girl turned her back and left a high ponytail swaying in front of the camera, "And Brother Xiaoyu."

"No, you, Qiao Yumian... The studios are basically single dogs, so it's forbidden to show affection!" Su Ruike suddenly shouted.

Qiao Yumian was taken aback, he didn't release it to the public, he had an earphone plugged in.

As a result, when he looked up, he found that everyone was looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the man came over without saying hello.

"I wanted to ask last time, is it An Jiayu?" The uninformed onlookers asked, "Qiao Yumian, do you know him?"

"He doesn't..." Su Ruike stopped halfway through her speech, glanced at him, and asked softly, "Can you tell me?"

Qiao Yumian nodded lightly. After all, everyone didn't look up and look down, and they didn't want to cover up An Jiayu's frank posture.

"Didn't you know me, great artist, Qiao Yumian's boyfriend came to pick him up from get off work..."

"what!!!!"

"Really! Last time I sent flowers, I felt wrong!!! I rely on me!!!"

The boyfriend wore an oversized fruit green sweater, a section of calf exposed between white casual shorts and white socks, and a denim baseball cap buttoned up. His braids were pulled low, and his tail was slanted on the side of his neck, closing the glass door Push open a slit and poke your head in.

What kind of great artist is this?

Qiao Yumian couldn't help laughing, and turned her head to tell her colleagues: "Don't send it out after taking pictures."

"Damn!" Several mobile phones that were still taking pictures of An Jiayu turned to him, "Who are you! Can Brother Ku laugh so sweetly!!!!"

Qiao Yumian ignored them, walked over to open the door for her boyfriend: "Why are you wearing shorts, isn't it cold?"

"It's more than 20 degrees at noon today. It's so hot that I changed to a shorter one." An Jiayu quickly squeezed the back of his hand, the palm of which was warm.

Qiao Yumian nodded: "Go to dinner?"

An Jiayu waved with the excited girls, and then muttered to him, "Don't laugh like that..."

"how?"

"...A face that wants me to kiss you."

This sounds a bit familiar.....

The author says:

(*1) Quoted from the lyrics in the first piece of Schumann's art song collection "Myrtle", "Dedication".The bgm switched in the car is the piano solo version of this song, adapted by Liszt.