Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian walked over without knowing why, and first shook hands with the stylist whom she met for the first time.It was only when he got closer that he could tell that this fit man was old. When he squinted to look at him, the skin at the corners of his eyes was piled up with lines.

"The new veil must not be in time for this morning's show. I discussed with the stylist and thought that flowers can be used instead. Do you have any recommendations? If we want a flower crown." She stretched out her hand, and the translator was about to embrace it Handing the tablet to her, Qiao Yumian glanced at the screen. The mermaid-designed wedding dress had a small tail woven with a circle of lustrous pearls, a one-line neckline, and a huge lace rose on the chest. Skin color, showing natural and healthy sexiness, was originally matched with a piece of lace sheer yarn with the same pattern, and it was also bordered with pearls as an echo.

"Pure white corolla?"

"Yes, pure white. Or do you have a better suggestion?"

Qiao Yumian doesn't understand fashion design, and a layman's suggestion at such a time is nothing more than adding to the confusion: "Can I see the original veil?"

Hearing this, the intern hurried back to the building to get it. The pure white lace, as thin as a cicada's wing, was torn from the middle, turning into two semicircles with irregular joints.

He thought for a moment, and immediately found the colleagues who were still busy with the signature flower wall, took out two flexible snow willow branches from the bucket, bent them into circles of suitable size, and asked the stylist for help: "Can you help me wear the pearls?" ? Use thin white lines, not one by one, just spaced apart."

Soon, the main body of the corolla was completed, and the weaving of willows and pearls overlapped, and the sporadic luster of the pearls was hidden in the small and dense petals, shadowy and indistinct.

The semicircular lace was torn into long strips by him, tied at the end and knotted, with one large and one small two half-bloomed white roses fixed in the center.

Originally, the veil was only for embellishment and echo, and the replacement corolla could not overwhelm the guests. Only when the model turned her back could she see the white and pink roses under the rolled up bun.

Qiao Yumian thoughtfully left a place for the clips for the stylist, and the corolla was firmly worn in the model's braided hair.

"Perfect!" The stylist clapped his hands and looked at the director.

The latter nodded approvingly: "I'm thinking about it...or else we can play like this in the afternoon session."

Of course, Qiao Yumian chose the snow willows in full bloom not just for pure white.

During the official catwalk, the models with thin waists and long legs walked on the stage, and the wind was blowing under their feet, and the white petals of willows fluttered in the wind. The finale model seemed to have its own special effects, which caused bursts of surprise.

Under the direct sunlight at noon, Qiao Yumian squatted on the ground with a watering can in hand, ready to hydrate the flowers at any time, so as not to reduce the effect of wilting in advance, and sometimes shuttled around the field to check whether there were loose devices for reinforcement.But he never expected that he would be cueed by the camera after the designer took the stage.

The director and the models took the curtain call together. After announcing the design concept and a long list of thanks, he suddenly added a sentence: "Of course, I also want to thank our show flower designer, hard work! In fact, something happened today. Thanks to everyone for your help!" The design director stood on the runway and waved to him, the front row of guns and short cannons suddenly turned to Qiao Yumian, just in time for him to walk towards his colleagues with roses in his arms. Thorn single roses are to be distributed randomly as spectators leave.

He was not ready to be photographed, and he was not wearing a formal suit today. He wore a loose smoky blue shirt over a white T-shirt, and was casually tucked into black trousers for the convenience of work.

Fortunately, he is used to being on camera now, so he won't be so nervous that he will make a fool of himself.

He took a deep breath silently, then smiled slightly at the camera of the large film, bowed slightly, then turned around and left quickly, and went to the signature flower wall outside the gate to wait in advance to distribute roses when the show ended.

When I didn’t want to send roses, I somehow received invitations from many people to exchange WeChat, and even a brokerage company offered him an olive branch, asking if he was interested in acting.Su Ruike tried her best to wink at him, which meant that these were all potential customers and they were not allowed to refuse.

After the two shows were over, it was already dinner time when they packed up the venue and went home.

Qiao Yumian has been busy all day, relying on the breakfast fed by An Jiayu to survive until now, she was dizzy after being exposed to the sun for a day, and after the fashion show was over, she was forced to socialize with Su Ruike at the reception, although she was hungry at the moment Lulu, but I really can't bring myself to find something to eat, I just want to take a bath and be quiet for a while.

If he didn't want to, someone would spare him the trouble and deliver the food to his door.

An Jiayu leaned against the door and waited for him comfortably, holding the thermos bucket in one hand, and shaking the phone at him with the other: "I didn't notice it for a while, and you were on the trending search. Didn't I say that I will pick you up after the end... As a result I didn't remember until I got home."

Qiao Yumian walked up to him with tired steps, leaned against his shoulder, and gently sniffed the sweet but not greasy smell of apples behind his ears: "Don't make trouble, I forgot...I'm exhausted."

"...Hey, itchy..." An Jiayu dodged, put his arms around his neck, smoothed the hair on the back of his head, tilted his head and licked his side face and asked in a low voice, "Where's the key?"

"In the pocket." Qiao Yumian's ears were numb from the shock of his lowered voice, and he let the man put his hand into his pocket.Anyway, there was no one in the corridor.

After taking a shower, she finally became more awake. Coming out of the steamy bathroom, Qiao Yumian walked to the bed and opened half of the window, and immediately fresh wind gushed in.

An Jiayu had already set up the bowls and chopsticks and sat at the table waiting for him. The four-layer thermos was disassembled and turned into two servings of cold noodles with chicken shredded sesame sauce, a bowl of sweet and sour short ribs and a serving of Thai-style cold lemon shrimp. Served over clear lemon slices.

An Jiayu peeled off a pink shrimp and handed it to him: "It's been in the sun for a day, I'm afraid you won't have an appetite, so I asked my aunt to make cold ones. This one is appetizing."

Qiao Yumian smiled, and took a bite. The shrimp meat was tender and springy, and the seasoning was sweet and sour and slightly spicy.

In April, the days are gradually lengthening, and the house without lights in the evening falls into a soft and dim twilight. The half-opened windows send in the soft wind that is about to enter summer, and the wind brings lazy and psychedelic singing.

Next door to him lives an otaku who loves Japanese rock. Every day after returning to the dormitory after get off work, it seems like a routine. He will choose a song and repeat it for half an hour, full of ritual. Even Qiao Yumian can hum a few words along with it after a long time

Today is "Next Night" of Yurayura Empire:

なめらかに世界が光り出すのを感じた。

The smooth and soft world is shining

He closed his eyes lightly, followed the faint drumbeat, and stepped barefoot on the floor that still had the warmth of the sun. The cold shrimp meat touched his lips again. He lazily raised his eyelids, and An Jiayu's fingers were stained with shiny As for the sauce, Qiao Yumian opened his mouth, avoiding the shrimp meat, and lightly grabbed his finger, with the tip of his tongue curling slightly, the shrimp fell silently into the chewy noodles and bounced.

An Jiayu took advantage of the opportunity to hold down his tongue, and gently flipped it with his flexible fingers. The thick and round fingertips and the slightly spicy seasoning together stimulated the taste buds and stimulated the instinct of sucking.

They looked at each other calmly, the music on the partition wall, brakes and horns in the distance, the white noise floating in the air was gradually mixed into the evening wind.

"Let go..." An Jiayu hooked his fingers in his mouth, then got up to wash his hands, came back and dragged Qiao Yumian to the bedroom.

In a one-bedroom apartment, the dining table is only a few steps away from the bed.

"Don't eat?" Qiao Yumian fell on the bed on his back.

"Eat later..." An Jiayu's hands were shaking in anxiety, and he didn't unbutton a single button of his shirt for a long time.

Qiao Yumian laughed, turned over, pulled his arm aside and said, "What's the hurry?"

An Jiayu tightened her abdominal muscles, raised her upper body and pecked at his Adam's apple.Qiao Yumian trembled, and kissed back heavily.Taking advantage of the two being separated for breath, he asked vaguely, "You haven't told me yet, what did the doctor say...your hand..."

An Jiayu ignored him and concentrated on unbuttoning the waistband of his trousers.Qiao Yumian was helpless, and pressed his other wrist together: "Tell me first."

The man frowned, didn't answer, just let out a long sigh.

Qiao Yumian's heart was startled, and he paused his hand, the emotion of being provoked hung in his heart, and he stared at An Jiayu in a daze.

The world was spinning suddenly in front of him, and taking advantage of his slack, An Jiayu turned over and pressed him down, propped his head on top of him and lowered his head to his ear, the curly tail of hair slid across the skin: "You want to chat on the bed?"

The tone was frivolous, as if hiding bad news.

"Hands are fine. You can resume piano practice, but you have to do it step by step." An Jiayu's eyes were filled with excitement, and she gently rubbed his cheek with the back of her hand, and slid it to his chin, "Satisfied?"

Qiao Yumian breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to be nonchalant, gently squeezed the artist's hands, and carried them behind the man's back.

He didn't like An Jiayu playing tricks on him, but that person didn't notice what he was thinking.

He sat up slowly, flipping his thighs.

An Jiayu was sitting straddling his lap, his vital parts were shaken, panting, lightly grabbed his wrist, lowered his head to his ear, and murmured softly: "Let go, I want to hug you."

Qiao Yumian pretended not to hear, and while he was in a daze, quickly reached into the pile of folded clothes beside the bed, and pulled out a pair of black ice silk sleeves.It was used by him when he ran in the morning before, and he planned to take An Jiayu to exercise with him recently, and he just dug it out and washed it clean.

The fabric of the cuff is skin-friendly, delicate, and elastic. When it is tied to the wrist, it is difficult to break free no matter how hard you try, and it will not rub the skin.

"What are you doing..." An Jiayu finally realized that he was not in the right mood.

"Don't make such jokes in the future."

"Oh." The man bent his head to kiss him.

Facing such perfunctory, Qiao Yumian frowned, leaned back a little to dodge, turned her thighs again, and then very slowly unbuttoned her home clothes with one hand, from the neckline to the chest.

An Jiayu hurriedly leaned towards him asking for a kiss, Qiao Yumian pretended to approach, but stopped abruptly the moment her lips were about to touch.

The man was forced to sweat at the tip of his nose by the temptation of being so close at hand, and goose bumps appeared on his skin: "Little Qiao..."

"Promise me, don't make fun of this in the future." Qiao Yumian said calmly.

"Understood... you let go..."

An anxious person couldn't stand this the most, that person writhed his body angrily, and was driven mad by him.

The author says:

Don't say that one is zero, both sides are boys with sound mind and body, and the needs are the same, so let's be generous and enjoy together.