Juliet Tower

Chapter 83

An Jiayu ate a little absent-mindedly.

"Didn't you rest well?" Qiao Yumian filled a bowl of soup for him and pushed it over, "If you're tired, I'll drive back after eating."

"No, I'm not tired." An Jiayu hastily denied, then hesitated a little, "I'm not tired...but you should drive. There are too many cars in this area."

"Well. There are a lot of cars in New York, right?"

"I live in a very convenient place, and I don't usually have the opportunity to drive." An Jiayu shrugged and gave him ribs.

"Well, the subway is more convenient." Qiao Yumian nodded, and took a bite of the crispy fried pork ribs. The skin was crispy, and the meat was tender and juicy. "It's delicious. You can eat it too."

The person opposite did not move his chopsticks, but licked his lips and lowered his eyes.

Hesitating like this makes people worry... Qiao Yumian also put down the bowl and chopsticks, and filled the two empty teacups with water.

The owner of the restaurant likes Chen Qizhen. They are immersed in the soft singing and have a match, and continue to exchange those trivial things in life.

For example, the nurse in charge of his mother in the nursing home is a middle-aged woman in her 40s. Her husband died in bed for ten years, but she has developed a skill in serving patients.For example, the locals he met in Kenya and the lakeside water birds he photographed casually.

For example, the spring flowers, summer moon, autumn leaves, and winter snow outside the window of Anjiayu Piano Room, such as the temporary nest built by homeless people on the streets of New York, where there is a little warmth in the dirt.

For the convenience of flipping through the photos, they simply switched to the same side of the deck, with shoulders next to shoulders. Qiao Yumian browsed through An Jiayu's photos over the years. He kept changing, his clothes became more and more mature, and his hair grew and changed. Shorter, the facial lines become more obvious, the smile decreases, and the eyes become calmer.

There are also constants.

Wherever he goes, there is always a ceramic white whale hanging on his piano case, so old that the black paint on the eyes and mouth has been worn clean.

It's rough, it's cheap, and it's played in many of the world's top concert halls.

Kanari... don't know if it's still alive.

Qiao Yumian couldn't help touching that inconspicuous corner of the phone screen, but accidentally touched the exit button, and the screen suddenly jumped to An Jiayu's photo album list.

Qiao Yumian saw at a glance that the second album was called "Apple". The cover showed her thin back in her high school uniform, sitting in the sunset on the roof of the teaching building.

The sky is vast, and the figures are small and lonely.

"...Little Qiao, have you..." An Jiayu's right hand unconsciously held a smooth porcelain spoon to play with, and she shook her head in the middle of speaking, "I mean you are now..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, Qiao Yumian could hardly hear clearly.

The LED light bulb on the ceiling directly above them became brighter and weaker due to voltage instability. Amidst the noise, the background music that no one cared about could be heard indistinctly from Chen Qizhen's 20-year-old innocent voice.

Hold me/let me really stay/hug you/dream a sweet dream.

One person's question was not finished, so the other person did not answer it.

But the tacit understanding between them didn't seem to be diluted by time, and Qiao Yumian instantly understood his hesitant and uneasy search.

They continued to eat with their own thoughts in mind, and their peeking eyes met unexpectedly, and then quickly slid away.

"Go out for a walk?" After the meal, Qiao Yumian took out mint balls from his pocket, and each of them took one.

"There is a river nearby." An Jiayu replied immediately.

The promenade on the river bank is very narrow, unless the two of them are close together, they cannot walk side by side. An Jiayu looks a bit disappointed, this place is not suitable for pressing the road.

They walked along the river one after the other, and occasionally encountered conjoined couples who were so gluey that they refused to separate for half a second. They also had to take the risk of standing on the motorway to give way, but fortunately there were not many cars here.

In fact, Qiao Yumian had a faint feeling on Valentine's Day. When An Jiayu hugged him in the elevator, he even felt that these six years were just a blink of an eye, and nothing changed between them. The pain came again, unexpectedly.

After he regained his composure, this thought made him both excited and frightened. Excited that the dream had actually come into reality, his swan flew back again.

But there is much more to be afraid of.

People often say that first love has the most profound impact on people, and it can even reverse a person's emotional outlook.Seeing An Jiayu's various reactions, Qiao Yumian was really afraid that he would not be able to get out of the harm he caused, and even left an indelible shadow.

An Jiayu once said that anyone who wants to join Julia is not a genius.

After inexplicably falling out of love, he travels across the oceans, and joins the fierce competition among geniuses. His beloved Joe dies unexpectedly, and becomes addicted to alcohol.

How much bitterness has he been able to make it to today?

Is that why he has become less happy?

Qiao Yumian silently walked to An Jiayu's side and walked under the sidewalk.

Once upon a time, he was still envious, sighing, lamenting that there is such a free and pure existence in the world, that he was able to touch it when he was young, and even possessed it, which made everyone yearn for beauty.

But now he finds that there are many cracks quietly lurking in this beautiful side that is not seen by others. He doesn't know if it is left by himself unintentionally...

"Little fish...you..." He reached out and touched the back of An Jiayu's hand, but his voice was drowned out by the sudden sound of the engine.He was suddenly grabbed by the backhand and dragged violently, almost tripping over the steps, and just staggered into An Jiayu's embrace.

The two Harleys accelerated without warning, whizzed past Qiao Yumian, apparently far from the speed limit in the supermarket, and the people in the car left behind a loud whistle and sped away.This was obviously a premeditated trick. I don't know if the ambiguous atmosphere of the two men hurt their eyes.

The originally narrow sidewalk is planted with thick trees every three meters, and the branches are still bare at this moment.

The inertia of the drag made them lean against the tree trunk, and An Jiayu's arms were tightly wrapped around his waist without moving.

Qiao Yumian couldn't see his face, but could only see the mottled bark. It was a three-ball sycamore tree. In spring and summer, it would bear hundreds of fluffy cones, which fell to the ground and were crushed by wheels and flew out a lot. The fluff, people will feel itchy when walking through it.

When he imagined it casually, his eyes and nose became sore, he wanted to sneeze, and he wanted to shed tears.

"You...have you always been alone?" Qiao Yumian asked with her head lowered, her chin rubbing against his shoulder, her curly and soft hair lay against her profile.He smelled the perfume again, slowly spreading from the roots of his hair behind his ears, different from the faint fragrance from his cuffs last time, today's smell is well preserved, like someone just ate a cooked one in front of him. Transparent apples.

"No."

"……"fine.An Jiayu's honesty made him breathe a sigh of relief, he was relieved, but also disappointed.

"Jesper. Pedersen, Danish, is currently the associate principal flute of the Minnesota Symphony Orchestra. I was dumped by him when I was a freshman." An Jiayu shrugged slightly, and said helplessly, "He also complained to others behind my back that Asians are Conservative and humble."

Qiao Yumian couldn't help but leaned on his shoulder and smiled.

Nonsense.

When An Jiayu fell in love with someone, he was frank, frank and enthusiastic, and would not even look away because of shyness. Anyone who saw that kind of look would unconsciously indulge in it.

So it is absolutely impossible for him to look away because of low self-esteem.

"How long have you been together? Have you performed together? Are you happy?"

"Together... had two lunches together, and then went to the piano room for a while. He can play the flute..." An Jiayu slowly turned his face to him.

"Then this doesn't count... What about after that?"

"...There is no future. No time or energy." An Jiayu snorted and shook her shoulders, "I don't have the potential to be a scumbag either."

It seemed that no car had passed by for a long time.

An Jiayu's voice was very soft, like an experienced singer, sending breath and whispers to his ears at close range, Qiao Yumian's ears were almost numb.

My heartbeat accelerated with anticipation, and it was still as fast and powerful as when I was 17 years old.

Then An Jiayu's teeth touched his earlobe: "I obviously have someone I like... When I woke up one day, I suddenly remembered something." He paused, "He wants to break up with me, but I'll start over In the end, there was no promise..."

Qiao Yumian closed her eyes.

She just turned her head slightly and kissed him.

Those two lips seemed to melt him at any time, allowing him to completely relax in tenderness and indulge in nostalgia.

His memory was also suddenly awakened. Back then when he proposed to break up on the roof of the teaching building, An Jiayu only said: "I pretend you never said that."

Gently rubbing lips and tongue, pushing and licking.

In the early spring night, the cold air around them became warm, sticky, and moist little by little, making the breathing hazy in their ears.

She is no longer the youthful and reckless person she was before, and she will never regain the competitive spirit of a young man.Qiao Yumian's extremely gentle breath enveloped An Jiayu, who didn't even have room to take a breath. The moment some rough palms pressed the back of his neck, he felt like an alcohol addiction attack, his whole body was numb and trembling.

The long-dormant seed in his chest finally broke through the ground.

He expects that this is a climbing vine that can tightly wrap around this person for him, the person he has lost for a long time and has been looking for for a long time.

He always firmly remembers that the whole world is admiring his achievements and trying to cling to him. Only Qiao Yumian is unwilling to consume any more nutrients from him, and stays away from him resolutely.

From then on, his hands were not only his own, but belonged to both of them.

Qiao Yumian wanted to see him realize his dream, just like realizing his own dream.

So he desperately flew to high places, hovered there and waited, no matter how tired, how cold, and how thin the air was.

He wants his little Joe to see him, so that he can be easily found no matter when and where.

His heart is a tailor-made container for Qiao Yumian, and no one can make do with it.

An Jiayu was stripped of all his strength and all his thoughts.

He leaned on the tree trunk with his shoulder blades, and felt the powerful rubbing of the other hand on his lower back.

Their lips parted, and they would eagerly stick together again, kissing until the skin was numb.

"Oh!" He trembled all over, and an uncontrollable low cry woke up the two of them.

"Huh?" Qiao Yumian gasped and opened her moist eyes.

Their foreheads touch each other, and the tips of their eyelashes brush each other's when they blink.

"...um... you, the phone..."

"Don't worry about it." Qiao Yumian kissed him back without waiting for him to finish speaking, and his tone even showed a rare waywardness.

An Jiayu felt that fireworks were exploding along the lumbosacrum, all the way to the top of his head, he couldn't control himself, and tremblingly wanted to push the opponent away.

Qiao Yumian's cell phone was vibrating non-stop, and the man's right leg happened to be stuck between his two legs, and the pocket where the cell phone was placed was right against his inner thigh, vibrating the most sensitive part of his body...

It's really, really embarrassing...

The culprit didn't notice it at all, and stopped in amazement until he felt the change in him... His lips reflected light, and his eyes were innocent.

"Hmm... your... hiss, the phone... itches..." He pushed Qiao Yumian's waist, feeling like a lustful hooligan.

Of course it wasn't a simple itch, it was an embarrassing and strange pleasure, a reaction awakened by the vibration of the phone and Qiao Yumian's kiss.

The author says:

Does he still like me.

He also likes mine.