Juliet Tower

Originally, Qiao Yumian wanted to refuse, but An Jiayu had already got up, hopped on one foot, rummaged through the drawer beside the microwave oven and found unopened disposable tableware and handed it over: "Fortunately, there are some leftovers from before."

"Thank you." After thinking about it, he still took it, and sat down across from An Jiayu.

Hurry up and go back to the classroom after eating, so as to avoid another trip to the cafeteria, saving time, effort and money, why not do it.

An Jiayu was taken aback: "Thank me for what, I should thank you."

Qiao Yumian didn't realize it was redundant until she finished speaking, this meal was obviously invited by herself...

They coincidentally follow the good habit of eating without talking, this dish is too much for one person, but it is just right for two people.

An Jiayu covered the empty disposable lunch box, packed it back into a plastic bag, and tied a double bunny ear knot.

Qiao Yumian picked up the exercise book that was thrown aside, and took the initiative to bring up the garbage bag packed on the table to say goodbye.

"Wait a minute." The other party jumped to the refrigerator again, took out an ice cream and stuffed it to him, "Eat it, Xueba, it's not too late to do the quizzes after eating. It's the first time I've seen someone in high school, and the second year of high school is the last relaxation." Opportunity, after the third year of high school, there will be no physical education classes."

Qiao Yumian couldn't help frowning when she heard the word Xueba, and asked indifferently, "Why were you in the locked equipment room just now?"

"I went to play basketball after PE class, and secretly sent WeChat messages. After a while, I was locked in by my classmates without paying attention." An Jiayu stuck out her tongue, with a "you understand" expression.

The school stipulates that the use of mobile phones is prohibited in the teaching area.

Relatively speaking, this is already a very loose requirement. It is not forbidden to bring mobile phones, and you can use them freely during lunch breaks or after school.The vast majority of students are quite self-conscious and will turn off their mobile phones, or simply stay in the dormitory without testing their self-consciousness.Of course, there are a small group of people who are not so peaceful, and this one in front of him is obviously one of them.

This head of dark brown curly hair is pulled into a tug at the back of his head, like a rabbit's tail, as if to announce to everyone that he has certain "privileges" in school, he can not be so disciplined, with an imperceptible arrogance.

Qiao Yumian avoided his gaze, glanced at the dying lavender flowers on his window sill, and accepted the ice cream he had held up for a long time: "Thank you. I'll go back first."

He is used to seeing An Jiayu's clear and bright gaze, which is stable and has no excessive desire for foreign things.

Nine out of ten students in this school are like this, generous, outstanding, confident, their future is destined to be smooth from the moment they are born, there is nothing to panic about.

Qiao Yumian couldn't help sighing as he ate the creamy and fragrant cone.More than a year ago, he couldn't get this kind of state of mind either. He might be one of the few outliers in this school, and his future was at a loss.

Before class in the afternoon, he hurriedly filled in the paper. If he couldn't figure out the answer, he didn't fill in the paper randomly. He kept it blank and waited for the correct answer to be transcribed.

The physics teacher is the class teacher, in his forties, in a small suit, with neat hair, and a light perfume that is not annoying.

In class, she stepped on her mid-heeled shoes and walked down the podium for a few times. She lowered her head and scanned the uneven rolls. When she passed by Qiao Yumian, her insightful eyes glanced over the rolls, and she raised her head to give him an encouraging smile.

When handing in the application form for arts and sciences, she deliberately asked a few questions during class breaks, insinuating why Qiao Yumian didn't choose liberal arts, which she was better at.Qiao Yumian only said that after discussing with her parents, she wanted to try harder, and she didn't say anything else, expressing her understanding and respect.

In the evening self-study of the second quarter, Qiao Yumian, in order to avoid today's embarrassment, seized the time to do homework, stayed back to study hard, and recited an ancient prose to pass the more than an hour on the road.

As a result, I was disturbed by a sudden message and didn't recite a word.

It was his father whom he had not seen for more than a year, Qiao Zhe. When he saw the first sentence of the reminder, he stood on his back, almost jumped up from his seat, and hurriedly swipe to unlock it.

——Son, Dad is getting married.I have discussed with your Aunt Xu for a long time, and I think we should tell you about it.As for your mother, you can choose a suitable time to reveal it, if it is inappropriate, don't say it, so as to save her from being unhappy.

How could she be happy to hear it.Qiao Zhe, or the word "father" cannot appear in that family... It is impossible for him to say this.

Qiao Yumian pinched the phone, first typed the three words congratulations, and then deleted it.I'm sorry for this congratulations mom.

After thinking about it, I typed again: Okay, got it.

Delete it again.This sentence seems to carry a hint of encouragement and recognition, but it still does not stand on the mother's side.

In the end, I could only type an "oh", and I didn't leave the other party alone, but I didn't express my opinion.

He was seated against the car window, his forehead was hummed by the vibration of the glass, and he was instantly relieved.He was dissatisfied with his father, but it was far from hating.

"Qiao Yumian." I don't know when it started, my mother always called him by his first name, "Hurry up and eat, why are you in a daze."

"Yeah." He observed the woman's face calmly, but saw nothing unusual.

"Han Zhuoyi's literature is still rational?" Li Huijun took a piece of peeled pipa shrimp for him and put it in a bowl.

There were sporadic spots of blood around her nails, maybe it was caused by a puncture while peeling off the hard shell.

"Li, I'm in the second class." He chewed the fresh pipa shrimp carefully, for fear of disappointing his mother's meticulousness.

"Reason..." Li Huijun lowered his head and took a mouthful of food, sighed and said nothing, but Qiao Yumian knew she was struggling, "When is the midterm exam?"

"Next month, on the twentieth day." He consciously speeded up, ate up the bulging hillock in the bowl, and leaned back to the desk, doing homework and previewing step by step.

Behind him was the sound of Li Huijun cutting fruit in the kitchen, clicking, clicking, interrupting the progress of his recitation, but his room was not allowed to close the door all year round except for turning off the lights to sleep, and he got used to it over time.

Li Huijun brought in a bowl of fruit cut into palatable sizes, "casually" scanned every item on Qiao Yumian's table, and left as if nothing had happened.

In fact, Qiao Yumian can clearly perceive the gaze behind him. Li Huijun's gaze is not bad, sticky like a spider's silk, and radiates towards him from the direction of the living room, enveloping him in it. If she doesn't write, she will serve tea and milk as an excuse, and take a closer look.

Qiao Yumian has been a child of other people's family since she was a child.

Top grades, quiet, few words, sit still.The appearance also follows the advantages of both parents. When it comes to fairness, star-eyed eyebrows are all modest, especially after junior high school, when they start to grow long, no one doesn't like it.

"Your son's appearance is rare. It's a bit like those Hong Kong stars around the 90s."

Hearing the praise, Li Huijun felt straight up straight: "Boy, it's useless to be good-looking."

"Qiao Yumian, there are stars in your eyes."

One day when the senior high school entrance examination was approaching, this sour sentence was openly written in the corner of the blackboard after their class, right below the countdown, and the handwriting was crooked and no one could see who it was.It was so frightening that Qiao Yumian never squinted to look at the blackboard anymore. One hundred degrees of myopia would not be enough, but he still used the reason of "fitting glasses in time to effectively curb the development of myopia", and immediately bought a pair of obedient round black-rimmed glasses, so as not to worry about myopia in the future. Make this mess again.

He was the best kid he could see, and he almost did it.

But Han Zhuoyi's existence seems to be deliberately trying to make things difficult for him. The mothers of the two were born in childhood, and they both studied in a big city from a small place, and they also worked hard to gain a foothold.Later, they got married in the same year and gave birth to children around the Spring Festival, one girl and one boy.

In the end, Han Zhuoyi's mother won a complete victory over her husband. She married a businessman who was seven or eight years older than her.

Li Huijun looked at her husband who was not seeking to make progress, and naturally pinned her hope of winning back on her son Qiao Yumian.

Han Zhuoyi took the first place in the school, and Qiao Yumian must not be placed second.

Han Zhuoyi has taken the cello in elementary school, taking grade examinations and competitions, and Qiao Yumian was also referred to the piano shop when he was five or six years old. He reluctantly chose an affordable flute to learn, and also went to the grade examination to get a useless certificate.

"Girls don't have enough stamina." This is Li Huijun's comfort to himself, and it is also an ultimatum to his son.After all, he's already in high school, and if this illusory "stamina" doesn't show up, he won't have a chance to show his face.

He randomly drew a regular hexagon on the paper, trying to complete the chemical equation of the displacement reaction.

This hexagon is not much closer to him than electromagnetism. Sometimes it appears singly, sometimes one-on-one, double-oxidation, hydrogenation and reduction. His good memory can't handle these changeable aromatic hydrocarbons.

Put your head down, and then look up again, it's eleven forty.