Ye Jiaqi felt upset and erratic.

She simply turned off her phone, turned off the lights, and hid in the warm quilt.

What happened this night was like a dream, not even a dream, it was too short.

Ye Jiaqi suppressed what happened that night in his heart and pretended as if nothing had happened.

However, during class, I sometimes become distracted and red blood stains appear in front of my eyes.

That color is so shocking.

When she closed her eyes, she saw endless darkness in front of her. Just like that night, she couldn't see anything clearly. She could only feel Josnian through her sense of smell and hearing.

Ye Jiaqi suppressed his thoughts, lowered his head and took notes silently.

The department party went on as scheduled.

On Friday night, Ye Jiaqi and his classmates were sitting in the auditorium watching the performance.

This is the first party she has attended since school started. Although she can't perform anything, she likes to sit in the audience and watch.

There are dramas, dances, and singing...

Ye Jiaqi held his head and watched the party silently.

It's already early winter, and it won't be long before the end of the semester, the end of the semester... and soon it will be the New Year.

Cheng Yuzhi couldn't come to the party, so he called her to tell her that there was something wrong with the bank.

Surrounded by unfamiliar classmates, in a foreign country, it felt somewhat lonely.

The lights were turned off in the auditorium, and the beautiful blonde host hosted the program in English.

Ye Jiaqi had an indescribable feeling in her heart. It was obviously a very interesting show, but her heart was not on the stage.

It's like a duckweed swimming in the water, drifting without direction.

One of the foreign students who came here performed the musical "The Moon Is My Hometown". As Ye Jiaqi watched, his thoughts jumped to the capital in an instant.

The stage play runs from spring to winter, with realistic scenes and the moon running through the four seasons.

In winter, white snow falls from the sky, like goose feathers, and falls on the ground.

A bright moon shines on the white snow, dyeing the white into a light yellow, hazy.

The melodious flute sounds, the snow in my hometown, and the bright moon.

The whole audience held their breath, all attracted by this beautiful scene.

Everyone looked at the stage attentively, including Ye Jiaqi.

A scene of snow suddenly popped into my mind. Last year, there were snowflakes on Maple Mountain.

Another person said in her ear: Qiqi, it snows every year in Beijing. I will take you to Fengshan this time next year.

His voice was deep and mellow, ringing in her ears like a cello.

Of her memories of more than twenty years, a small part was covered by her mother, and the rest... was covered by that person.

It snows in Beijing every year, and so does Chicago.

The stage play ends, and the final scene is frozen on the falling white snow, which is endlessly memorable.

Ye Jiaqi's mind was a little wandering.

Just like these snowflakes, they have drifted away and have no idea of ​​their return date...

She didn't know exactly when the show ended. She only knew that everyone had left one after another, and she came back to her senses.

When I turned around, all the classmates around me were almost gone.

Is it over?

Why does it feel like it’s only been a while?

Ye Jiaqi came out of his immersion and packed his backpack.

The classmates were almost gone. As Ye Jiaqi walked towards the door, he heard the classmates in front of him talking: "It's snowing! It's snowing! It's raining hard!"

Is it snowing?

Ye Jiaqi also followed the crowd and walked over step by step, feeling a little surprised.

If it really snows, this should be the first snow she sees when she comes to Chicago.
Chapter completed!