The three people chatted and became sleepy. After all, they were not made of iron. It didn't take long for the dormitory to become quiet.

Ji Changmu fell asleep very late. When there was no sound in the dormitory, he was still not asleep.

There is the sound of the north wind whistling in my ears, and it seems that I can also hear the sound of snowflakes whirling and dancing in the air. All kinds of things at night are superimposed and converged into the most original sound source.

…

After the Christmas vacation, Tong Qian returned to Bincheng. Her studies in the United States this semester had ended, but no one knew that she had been to the capital.

Winter is getting colder, Christmas is over, and final exams are coming.

Ji Changmu is in the library every day and only goes to Qiao's house during weekends.

This Saturday, he did not ask for leave again and arrived at Qiao's Nanyuan small building on time.

As usual, the servant led him upstairs. He didn't hear Little Yuzi's voice, so he asked, "Where is Qiao Muyuan?"

"Teacher Ji, please wait a moment. The eldest lady has a cold. She will come after taking medicine."

"You have a cold? Is it serious?"

"Common cold, cough and mild fever."

"I see."

Not long after, the sick little Youzi came over, with his head hanging down, his face pale, weak and silent.

Ji Changmu looked at her and sighed softly after a long time: "Why do you have a cold?"

"Catching a cold at night..."

"Let me pour you a cup of hot water." Ji Changmu stood up and helped her get a bottle of hot water from the water dispenser. It was steaming.

Little Yuzi looked at him: "There's no use drinking hot water."

"I just want you to drink more hot water, I'm not giving you medicine."

Little Yuzi didn't have the energy to argue with him, and just sat down calmly: "You haven't been here for a long time."

"Well, I'm sorry. If you have time, call me and I'll make up the class for you."

"There's a reason why little Yuzi doesn't study well, because she has an irresponsible teacher."

"..." Ji Changmu was short of breath, his breath was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't go up or down.

"It's class." Xiao Youzi spread out the book, "There are many questions that Xiao Youzi can't write, but you have never taken the initiative to ask Xiao Youzi."

The little guy had a bad cold. After saying a few words, he started wheezing and coughing. He was pitiful.

Ji Changmu had no choice but to admit his mistake: "I know."

"What do you know...you don't know at all..." Xiao Youzi muttered, saying one word, and then coughing for a long time.

"Stop talking, I'll come to class."

Xiaoyouzi held in her breath and listened to Ji Changmu's lecture with grievance.

Because of her throat discomfort, Little Youzi talked very little today, so she did whatever Ji Changmu asked her to do.

Halfway through, Ji Changmu assigned her a few math problems and stood up: "I'll go out for a while and you finish writing the questions. It'll take ten minutes."

"Hmm."

Ji Changmu walked along the path from the South Garden to the main building.

There are no traces of the heavy snowfall on the ground, the bamboo leaves are sparse, the surrounding trees are bare and traceless, birds are flying over the jungle, and the plum blossoms in Qiao Zhai's garden are in full bloom.

He went to see Butler Zhong.

"Butler Zhong, Qiao Muyuan seems to have a serious cold."

"Yes, she refused to take medicine. The family doctor came and prescribed a lot of medicine. After coaxing her for a long time, she only agreed to take a few pills that were not bitter." Butler Zhong was also helpless, "Originally, I didn't plan to see her having such a serious cold.

I asked her to go to class, but she refused and insisted on going to class."

"Really?" Ji Changmu thought thoughtfully, "Why don't you give me the medicine and I'll try to let her eat it."
Chapter completed!