Juliet Tower

Chapter 44

The severe pain in the fingers continued like this for two days without interruption.

Qiao Yumian couldn't sleep at night, lost her appetite, and was haggard at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Li Huijun made an exception and took two days off to stay with him at home, restless all day long, hesitant to speak several times.

Qiao Yumian was more or less affected by her anxiety, and couldn't calm down while reading.His mother's distress contained anxiety, powerlessness and blame, which he could understand.Blame him for not knowing how to be injured, blame him for being such an adult, he can't resist minor illnesses and pains.

So instead, he hopes that Li Huijun will not ask for leave, and don't bother if he doesn't see his heart.

On the third day, he really couldn't bear the atmosphere at home, packed his schoolbag and decided to go to school to stay.Maybe he can sleep in An Jiayu's dormitory.

"Your hands, be careful. Remember to drink an extra bottle of milk and take calcium tablets on time. I put the fruit in your bag, don't wash the box yourself, and bring it back for me to wash. There are some people hiding on the road." Li Huiyun babbled and sent him off. go downstairs.

Qiao Yumian felt strange, he left a little late today, logically Li Huijun should be ready to go to work at this time, but she didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, she was still wearing a loose home dress, and told him to go to work in a leisurely manner. he.

"Mom, don't you go to work today?" He asked casually.

"Ah?" Li Huijun was stunned, his eyes drifted into a daze, and then he lowered his head and straightened his cuffs for him, "Come on. Isn't this for you first?"

"Well, then I'm leaving." Qiao Yumian didn't think much, and walked to the station as usual.

An Jiayu is not here today.He didn't go to the library, he went straight to the dormitory.No one is watching him here, he can justifiably goof off and rest.

The rose on the window sill is gone, Joe's cage is empty, and the score of the Swan Lake suite is on the table.

He opened the window, and the cicadas kept chirping, but it still made people feel that today was extraordinarily quiet.

There was still an unfinished bottle of mung bean soup in the refrigerator. He shook the bottle, and the liquid was sticky like red wine hanging on the wall, and it had already started to deteriorate.Thinking of An Jia's frizzy appearance rushing into the door from the hot outside, he hastily poured all the liquid in the bottle into the toilet to flush away, so as not to be accidentally swallowed by someone with a lot of energy.

He took off his shirt, climbed onto the bed, hugged the soft blanket into his arms, and sighed heavily. On a hot day, he was so painful that he was sweating coldly, and he couldn't tell whether it was cold or hot.

It was obviously very painful, but not long after closing his eyes here, he actually fell asleep.

This sleep lasted until dusk, when I opened my eyes, the whole room was sprinkled with gold, and amidst the floating dust, An Jiayu plugged one earphone, wearing a black round mirror frame, leaning over the table to write and draw something.

This scene seems familiar.In the late autumn of last year, what he saw when he woke up lying on his desk was like a low-budget literary film, rough in beauty but real.

Is it a dream?Qiao Yumian stretched out his hand to touch the shining outline of the man, but when he moved his hand, he was suddenly struck by pain like an electric shock. He suddenly curled up his arms, gasped, and finally uttered slowly: "...It hurts... "

The person at the table paused, threw away the pen, took off the earphones, and knelt down to the bedside: "Are you awake? Why didn't you tell me when you came to school?"

Qiao Yumian stared at him blankly for a while: "What day is it today?"

"Sunday." An Jiayu patted his forehead, "Did you sleep or hurt?"

It's not a dream... Qiao Yumian gradually regained consciousness: "Why did you come to school?"

"Mr. Liu told me that you came over. His face was not very good, and he didn't hear you. He asked if he needed to come and see you." He lightly rubbed Qiao Yumian's forehead with the back of his finger, "Are you still sleepy?"

"How long have I slept?"

An Jiayu tapped the phone screen: "It's six o'clock, I arrived around eleven o'clock at noon, and you have been sleeping."

"Ten hours." Qiao Yumian laughed, and used her healthy hand to push away An Jiayu's side bangs blocking her eyes.That's more than he's slept in the previous two days combined.

Although he was reluctant, he still tried to sit up, and the blanket slipped off his skin: "I should go home."

"Wait a while. I'll ask the driver to come over and take you back by the way." An Jiayu turned her head away and tore off the T-shirt on the back of the chair. "Raise your arms."

Qiao Yumian didn't feel anything at first, but when the other party blushed, he also felt uncomfortable: "No, I'll go back by car, there aren't many people today."

"Anyway, I have to pick me up. My house is actually not far from your house. It takes only ten minutes to drive there." An Jiayu sat by the bed, carefully avoiding his left hand, and helped him get dressed, "If you want to come tomorrow, I'll pick you up near your house."

"No." Qiao Yumian frowned, "Concentrate on practicing the piano, don't waste time because of me."

"Of course I concentrated on practicing. My mother was also scared after the accident last week. It was the driver she arranged to take me out..." An Jiayu sighed, rubbed his thumb on his left hand, and focused on the heavy splint Little Finger, "How could I not practice hard?"

He is blaming himself.

When Qiao Yumian realized this, she probed and kissed his side cheek: "It's okay, it will be fine soon."

"Come on, you said clearly just now that it hurts like hell." An Jiayu hugged him, "May I play the violin for you?"

"Hmm. Paganini?"

"No..." An Jiayu originally wanted to pull Debussy's "Girl with Flaxen Hair", which was one of his selections for the preliminary round.

But when he picked up the piano and saw Qiao Yumian sitting on the bed, he suddenly played an unexpected melody uncontrollably.

Romance in E-Flat Major.

The romantic song of Anton Rubinstein, which he secretly revealed his thoughts in the piano room in New York.

Unlike the last time, this time he could open his eyes and look at the clean, pale, docile boy.The confusion in the heart is gone, and the emotions are also concrete, condensed to the fingertips, and boldly confide with the bow and string.

Qiao Yumian couldn't take his eyes off, a square window was reflected in his eyes, outside the window was the boundless sunset, and the birds flew by, leaving ripples in his eyes.He seems to understand...

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and An Jiayu put the bow and piano on the table beside him, and couldn't wait to crawl over, supporting the wall with one hand, and caressing the other's smooth chin with the other.

The room was dim, and he blocked the light that fell on Qiao Yumian.

An Jiayu felt that the mouth spray he was used to tasted differently in this person's mouth, with a hint of coolness.

Since then, the setting sun has become a peach soaked in ice water in his eyes.

After a week, the pain in the finger was not so severe, or maybe Qiao Yumian could get along with the pain harmoniously.

Most of the abrasions on the arm have healed, leaving behind some shades of pink.

"Are you getting fatter?" An Jiayu pinched his face.

"... Is there..." Qiao Yumian was startled, did you gain weight?

"Well, I became too thin a few days ago, like a patient who suddenly got terminally ill." After speaking, he poohed three times, "No... Anyway, he is handsome now."

There were not many people in the cafeteria, so Xueba didn't cause much commotion. Han Zhuoyi put his hands full of things on the table next to them with a bang: "Is your hand feeling better?"

"It's much better..." Qiao Yumian flipped through the two thick paper bags in front of her, filled with supplements, fruits, etc., "What are you doing?"

"My mother heard that the injured student at the school gate was you, so she asked me to bring it to you." Han Zhuoyi shook his arms, "I'm exhausted. Hurry up and finish the fruit, those hickory nuts, instant bird's nest, oral liquid, etc. You can eat slowly."

"Thank you auntie for me." He picked out a small box of calcium supplement oral liquid and two huge round peaches and accepted them, "I really don't need them. Besides, I can't carry them back with my hands..." He gently Shaking his injured hand, "You can save the instant bird's nest, hickory nuts and so on."

Han Zhuoyi looked at his slightly innocent expression and couldn't find any words to refute for a while: "Then, let's eat it at school... I brought it all, so I can take it back..."

"We share the fruit, and you can eat the rest in the dormitory." Qiao Yumian made the decision for her.Picking up the big bunch of fresh longan, he took one off first and urged her, "Eat."

This arrangement was the only way he could think of that would not be indebted and would not disappoint his aunt's kindness.

In fact, his little finger was injured, and the remaining nine fingers can be used to peel a few nutshells, it's not a problem, it just needs to be slower.But An Jiayu obviously didn't think so, so he quickly peeled off a small cup of crystal clear pulp and pushed it in front of him.

"Hey." Han Zhuoyi looked at the disposable paper cup and smiled jokingly, "Yes, Qiao Yumian, the future violinist will peel fruit for you, it's a great honor."

"That's right. I promised myself." An Jiayu raised her head and raised her chin at the chief cellist, "Have you received the scores? From August 8th to 15th, we will practice together for two hours every afternoon."

"Well, I got it." The chief cellist obviously took the first half of the sentence as a joke.But Qiao Yumian felt guilty for a while, and felt a little overwhelmed.

The author says:

Students who are still working hard during the holiday~