Juliet Tower

Chapter 111

Qiao Yumian lasted until 08:30 with a hairy crab sandwich, and the line was not short at all.

Customers started to come in a steady stream from two to three o'clock, and they had to line up in front of the arch bridge to take photos after buying. The shop became more and more crowded and noisy. He plugged in his earphones and focused on wrapping flowers. At first, there was a surplus of bouquets, and the cabinet sisters handed them over.But it was busy until five or six o'clock, and the bouquet storage cabinet was empty, and almost all of them were packed and taken away.

At this moment, Qiao Yumian stood in front of a pair of best friends who had just finished taking pictures.

"Happy Qixi Festival." He handed over the bouquet.

"Well, can I take a photo with you?" one of them asked.

"...Excuse me." He gestured for them to look at the queue behind him.

The girls left with some regrets, "Then, happy Qixi Festival for you too..."

Qiao Yumian glanced out of the corner of her eye, and they didn't go far away, but moved a few steps to the side, and secretly set up their mobile phones.

He didn't have time to pay attention, turned around and took out the next bouquet of flowers, quickly made a small spiral bouquet, tied it step by step, padded it with water-retaining cotton, sealed it with cellophane, and folded dark red and black kraft paper layer by layer around the outside of the bouquet. Tie a purplish red ribbon, and it will be done in one go.

"Happy Qixi Festival." He repeated mechanically, but was stunned when he looked up.

The other party took the initiative to take the flowers from him and said, "Happy Qixi Festival, you have worked hard, there are still nineteen bunches, I will wait for you." An Jiayu handed him the receipt.

"... When did you come? Is the show finished?" Qiao Yumian took a sip of the juice he handed over.

In fact, An Jiayu has been here for a while.

Afraid of disturbing Qiao Yumian's work, he has been lying on the second floor overlooking the busiest shops in this shopping mall.

By the end of the recording of the talk show, I had already missed dinner time.

An Jiayu went home to take a shower and changed clothes, then went out again, and found a parking space in the shopping mall parking lot for 15 minutes.

As soon as you enter the door, you can feel the festive atmosphere. The usual light music is replaced by the affectionate singing of a female singer. With the specially designed lighting, it reveals a romantic atmosphere everywhere.

Earlier, when I was swiping my phone between videos, I saw Su Ruike's circle of friends, nine pictures to promote her work, and the last one was Qiao Yumian surrounded by roses, holding a fluffy plant in her hand, revealing half face.

An Jiayu sighed while touching up her makeup, how could there be such a boy who is suitable for holding flowers.

People can't help but want to give him all the roses in the world.

I don't know if he was asked to meet the needs of the store, but Qiao Yumian rarely wore a tender pink T-shirt today, and the apron was pure black, which was the same color as the packaging of the fragrance gift box and the work clothes of the counter staff.

Not everyone can wear powder, especially boys. If it is not well worn, it is a visual disaster.

But obviously Qiao Yumian doesn't have to worry about anything, any color is pleasing to the eye, what bothers him should be the sneak shots of him around him, fortunately he is just an amateur...

An Jiayu sighed silently, lowered the brim of her hat, mixed with the crowd, and entered the store amidst the excitement. The event description on the electronic screen was simple and rude, and if you buy a gift box, you can get a bouquet of roses.

"If I buy more boxes, can I get more bunches?" he asked the staff behind the cash register.

"Of course." The girl's smile was slightly stiff, and she must have been laughing like this all day long, "We have prepared a lot today... You, you are Ann!" It was rare for someone to recognize him at a glance, thanks to those variety shows.

"Hush." ​​He shook his head, "Get me twenty gift boxes."

"Twenty?? Okay, okay... But the flowers are possible, we have to wait a little longer... I'm really sorry, I will try my best to rush you, but the florist has already done his best... You go shopping first, or We can send you..." The girl looked timid, a little apprehensive, as if she was afraid of offending him.

An Jiayu saw her embarrassment, leaned closer and smiled: "It's okay, don't rush, I'll just wait. I see you have two florists here, let that boy be in charge of packing for me, and the other one will serve other customers." Is it okay? This way, I won't waste other people's time because of me. "

"Ah...Okay, okay...Thank you, thank you, then you can take a look..." The girl let out a sigh of relief in surprise.

He didn't go to the Rose Bridge to take pictures, and he was directly at the end of the line in front of the floral table.

When he got closer, he found that the back of Qiao Yumian's hand was covered with shallow scratches, which didn't ooze blood, but were swollen all over the place.Hurrying up and ensuring quality made people ignore these details, and saw him accidentally press his fingertips on the metal sheet of the transparent glue cutter.

The right hand shook slightly, squeezed the tissue beside it for two seconds, and then continued calmly.

The paper towel was stained with blood, obviously not the first time.

An Jiayu clicked his tongue, quickly turned around and ran back to the parking lot, took out alcohol pads and spray bandages from the storage box, and returned to the team.

The two girls in front of him whispered: "Damn, it's almost here... What should I do, can you get WeChat?"

"That's enough, it looks a bit cold, let's just take a photo together." The other nunu mouthed.

"For so much money, just... a group photo and a sentence of happy Chinese Valentine's Day... the Chinese Valentine's Day is so expensive for a single dog..."

"Don't worry about it. Don't you want to buy perfume, and you must have someone who is so handsome. If you are still single... Hehe, then it's probably a fun-loving one. If you post it, it's just a gift. Don't think about it."

"So handsome... It's not a loss even if you play..."

"...you should be more clear-headed!" The girl pressed her best friend's forehead heavily.

"I'm just saying... Even if he doesn't like to play, it's too insecure to be around him... Ah, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me..."

In the end, she could only say Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, and she didn't even get a group photo. An Jiayu's sympathy appeared for a second, and the girl left, and he stood at the table instead. Qiao Yumian didn't lift his eyes, so he had to wait silently.

"Why did you buy so much..." Qiao Yumian glanced at the shopping receipt.

"Ask the driver to take you to the company later. Thanks to me, they've been busy for the past few days." An Jiayu turned around to look at the crowd that had finally thinned out behind him, "Take a rest for a while." Well, I don't want the remaining nineteen bunches." He took Qiao Yumian's arm, "Let's deal with your hands first."

The chattering between these two people quickly attracted everyone's attention, and the cabinet sisters took out their mobile phones again. Qiao Yumian vaguely heard An Jiayu's name appearing in the crowd, and hurriedly winked at her colleagues. The commotion took him away.

"You... have surfed the Internet?" Qiao Yumian led him to the stairwell where there was no one there.

"Well. Don't you know it hurts... What's going on with Su Rui, why are you two here so busy?" An Jiayu took out an alcohol cotton pad from his pocket, and pulled his hand to the front of his eyes, with the tip of his thumb He glanced at four or five small wounds with his fingertips, "Hiss..."

"I'm fine." Qiao Yumian held his chin with the other hand, carefully looked at his face, and there seemed to be nothing unusual, "Did you already watch yesterday's episode?"

"Yeah. Look." An Jiayu raised his head to hide, then lowered his head and continued to treat the wound.

"...Don't go to variety shows in the future." Qiao Yumian sighed after being stung by alcohol on her fingertips.

An Jiayu didn't take it seriously, blew on his finger, then shook the small bottle, and sprayed the liquid evenly on the surface of the sterilized wound: "It depends on the company's arrangement. Why, do you also think that I should cherish feathers and not follow the trend? Is it money?"

Qiao Yumian shook her head, the words An Jiayu and misappropriating money were totally incompatible.He just felt uncomfortable. The violinist didn't need the approval of these entertainment fans at all, so why should he bear these doubts, malice and slander.

"Actually, this afternoon, the host also asked me why I wanted to go back to China to appear on a variety show, and whether I was envious of traffic stars who received so much attention, and was unwilling to be lonely." An Jiayu raised her head and looked at him with a smile, "I replied She said yes."

……

Qiao Yumian almost thought she had heard wrong.

"Accident. Xiao Qiao... It's not that I don't want to be lonely, but that classical music shouldn't be lonely." The violinist looked at him calmly, "The circle of classical music is getting smaller and fewer people appreciate it. It It seems that it has gradually become a niche symbol, a symbol representing elegant art, with a rich history, but only history remains... The general public seems to have no idea what it is, and only thinks it has a high threshold. Far away from myself...but that's not right."

The stairwell was very quiet, An Jiayu's voice was not loud, with a calm echo.

"Classical music should open the door. It should not have such a high threshold, it should not be self-admired, it should not have any sense of superiority, and it should not exclude any background. It belongs to everyone who is interested in it. Only those who understand it can like it. , development is possible only when people like it. I hope that people will understand that classical music performers don’t need to live in the public’s imagination. Ordinary people who work hard. Can the camera only accommodate those who can dance, sing, and act? Only they deserve to enjoy the most popularity and earn the most money? Therefore, I hope that through my appearance, those who are interested in classical music Kids with a little interest see the promise of classical music and tell them that classical musicians can be real stars too."

The lights were dim.

But An Jiayu's eyes were shining.

The first time I saw An Jiayu's enthusiasm was many years ago, when he talked eloquently about how Mozart wrote the flute concerto.

What Qiao Yumian likes the most is his just right arrogance.

A little less is not enough to inspire people's blood, and a little more is unavoidable.

Seeing that he was silent, An Jiayu reached out and rubbed the top of his head: "Don't always look at me like that, if you look at me again, I'll kiss you in public..."

"Okay." Qiao Yumian tilted her head and kissed him, and took the car keys from the man's pocket by the way, and pulled him to find the location of the car.

Qiao Yumian didn't even take off her apron.

An Jiayu followed him like this, shuttling through rows of neatly parked private workshops.

Passing by the slow-moving car, the headlights briefly illuminated the contented smile on that face. For some reason, An Jiayu suddenly remembered that when they were studying, he always tried his best to see this person disappear in a flash Childish.

The author says:

Lenses belong to all loves.