Tong Qian held his arm and worried: "You seem to have drank a lot. I have never seen you drinking before."

"It's okay, I can go there by myself."

Tong Qian watched him leave, because she was in the same hotel, so she didn't worry too much.

It was already late at night, and Ji Changmu was exhausted from all the tossing and going back and forth. As soon as he got back, he lay on the bed with a headache.

In addition, there was a bit of cold wind at night, which made my throat feel like it was on fire. I was afraid I would catch a cold tomorrow.

…

Tong Qian's vacation in the capital lasted for ten days, and she would go to the university town to find Ji Changmu every night.

She knew that Ji Changmu wanted to study and read, so she didn't bother him. Sometimes, when he was sitting in the library or in the self-study classroom, she would sit next to him.

Sunlight is refracted obliquely from the transparent glass window, and the mottled light and shadow fall on the tables and chairs in the self-study classroom. Even the color of the blackboard is much softer.

Tong Qian's academic performance is not as good as Ji Changmu's, but she also loves reading. If he can sit in the library all afternoon, so can she.

The table in the self-study classroom was very long, and she sat next to him. Occasionally she would poke his arm with a pen like she did in school: "Changmu, what does this word mean?"

Ji Changmu turned around in a daze.

The last time he and Tong Qian were in the same class was in the first year of high school, and they separated later.

"This means 'postmodern'."

"Oh, I understand. Changmu, did you get a scholarship every semester in college?" Tong Qian asked curiously.

"Shh, no more chatting in the self-study classroom."

"Oh." Tong Qian didn't say anything and sat quietly beside him reading a book.

Ji Changmu read professional books on finance, while Tong Qian read books randomly pulled out from the library bookshelf. She thought this was great, as long as she could sit next to him, that would be great.

She traveled to several scenic spots in the capital a few days ago, but she preferred to sit quietly in the self-study classroom with Ji Changmu.

It's like time has not gone far.

When she was tired of looking at him, she lay down on the table and looked at his side face without avoiding it. Ji Changmu's figure was in her small pupils.

He has a handsome and clean face, a purity unique to a nineteen-year-old boy, a calm and elegant manner, and an upbringing that is different from ordinary people.

He is still the same person.

Tong Qian misses the days when they were neighbors. At that time, they could see each other every day. Although they could not speak a few words, a look was enough.

Later, the Ji family went bankrupt and she never saw him again. She was very worried when she heard that he was suspended from school for half a year, but she didn't know where he was and couldn't find him.

And this year, she got him back.

Now that he is back, she will not be separated from him easily again.

It was difficult for Ji Changmu to be disturbed by the outside world when he was reading. Even if Tong Qian kept staring at him, he didn't react much.

Tong Qian looked at it for a while, then took out a piece of sketch paper and drew. What she drew was him.

She originally studied design, and she draws very quickly and very well.

This time, Ji Changmu noticed what she was doing: "Painting?"

"Yes, look, does it look like the painting?" She showed him the painted "him".

"It's quite similar."

"If I don't give it to you, I'll take it away." Tong Qian only gave him a glance before stuffing the painting into her bag.

Ji Changmu chuckled and continued to read with his head down.

Tong Qian didn't feel bored at all by his side. She could sit with him like this for an entire afternoon.
Chapter completed!