Beside the windowsill, hot tea was glowing with white steam.

For a moment, it was as if time had turned around and I was back to my childhood.

She still remembers that she was still a naughty and mischievous child by the window of the south building, with the sun shining on the desk. He had to suppress his temper and teach her to read and write over and over again in order to get a salary.

Thinking of this, Qiao Muyuan laughed out loud.

Ji Changmu frowned slightly: "Write carefully, why are you laughing?"

"I remember when I was a child, you taught me many words."

"Well, I taught it." Ji Changmu sighed, "Mrs. Qiao gave me a generous salary, but I couldn't improve her daughter's grades. I feel really guilty."

"You feel guilty, but you won't feel guilty. You just cheated out of your salary. How could you ever seriously teach me? You either yelled at me or scolded me. It's so annoying."

"No swearing."

"..."

Ji Changmu felt that this little girl was ruining the atmosphere. Just a moment ago, he was sighing in his heart that it was so wonderful to be with her, but she broke the harmony the next second.

Qiao Muyuan laughed hard.

Ji Changmu bent down slightly and rested his chin on her little head. There was a charming and tranquil fragrance of flowers in her neck, and there was also a faint fragrance in her hair.

Picking out another piece of rice paper, he held her hand and wrote a short poem "Dream of Jiangnan".

"The orchids are falling, and the dark red bananas are on the screen.

I have a leisurely dream of the ripe plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sound of the flute on the boat at night.

Renyu Yibian Bridge."

He was afraid that she would be tired from standing, so he let go of her hand: "Okay, I'll teach you how to write later."

"Brother Ji, who did you learn calligraphy from? Your writing is really good."

"My dad." Ji Changmu said with a calm face, "He started teaching me to write when I was two years old. He beat me, scolded me and praised me. By the age of fourteen, my handwriting had surpassed my father's level. But later,

He will never have the chance to teach me again."

The man's deep and hoarse voice was filled with sadness. In the end, without mentioning it again, he lowered his head and continued to write a few words on the paper.

Qiao Muyuan was stunned.

He loved his father very much. If it hadn't been for the accident that year, the Ji family would have been the richest man in Bincheng, and he was also a noble man in the world who did not eat fireworks.

He was originally a flower on the snow-capped mountains, but after turning sixteen, he fell into the dust and was in a miserable state.

But the temperament and aloofness of my youth will never be lost in my life.

Qiao Muyuan suddenly stepped forward and held his hand: "Brother Ji, are you sad?"

"No, it's been many years." Ji Changmu's lips were gentle.

"In the future, we will have a new little home." Qiao Muyuan's white and delicate fingers gently hooked his fingers, like tangled weeds, growing endlessly.

Outdoors, the clouds are brilliant and the wind is beautiful.

When the sunset was about to sink below the horizon, he took her hand and went downstairs.

She was still wearing her pajamas and played with her fur ball for a while.

Drinking tea together, eating together, cuddling together and whispering to each other, Qiao Muyuan felt a different kind of emotion and happiness when getting along with him, which no one could give her.

Even if they sit quietly without talking, their hearts can fit together and find the most balanced fit point.

Qiao Muyuan thought that she would hold this man's hand tightly and never let go.

…

Ji Changmu postponed his trip to Qiongzhou.

He did not often appear in the public eye. After coming to the capital, he gave Yu Yichen control over the media in the capital. Any reports without his permission would not be released.
Chapter completed!