He cleaned the mailbox yesterday. There were no new letters today, only some scattered newspapers and magazines.

Except for mathematics-related magazines, he didn't read much. He was not in the mood to read today, but he suddenly saw Liang Kai's name again.

There is a lag in paper news, which is much slower than yesterday's news.

Ji Changmu did not move. He stood by the mailbox and silently opened the page.

The golden light shone on the black and white newspaper, and a series of English words were densely packed. The news about Liang Kai's engagement only had a small space, but Ji Changmu saw it at a glance.

The newspaper still did not mention the name of Liang Kai's fiancée, only saying, "The fiancée is suspected to be the daughter of the richest financial group in Beijing, she is beautiful and has a lot of money."

Ji Changmu watched the news and did not return to the living room for a long time.

There was no need to guess, he already knew it was Qiao Muyuan.

She is finally getting engaged to Liang Kai, and the engagement date will be half a month later.

Ji Changmu clutched the newspaper tightly with his knuckled fingers, his eyes were in a trance, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his short black hair.

The white dove is still hovering in the sky, the air is filled with the fragrance of grass, the sky is blue and the clouds are white, it is an ordinary day.

…

Time passed quickly, and Ji Changmu simply repeated it every day. Even on vacation, he no longer liked to go out for entertainment. Sometimes he would stay in the garden for a day, sitting alone under an umbrella, with a

Brewed Pu'er tea.

He spared some time to repair the garden and hired several gardeners, so that the small manor was restored into a beautiful appearance.

At least, he quite likes it here now.

It was a sunny day today, so he sat in the garden early in the morning, cut two roses from the yard and put them in a vase, and placed the rabbit cage at his feet.

Two rabbits were basking in the sun, motionless.

Ji Changmu was flipping through a magazine, occasionally lowering his head to solve a few math problems with a pen.

These questions are not difficult for him. What is more difficult is how to teach his students in an easy-to-understand way.

The pen was writing the solution to the problem on the paper. Ji Changmu suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his heart. He held the pen tightly. Suddenly, he vomited a mouthful of blood on the lawn.

The man took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth. How many times has this happened?

He had no intention of going to the hospital again. The result would be the same whether he went or not. If it was better, the doctor would prescribe a few medicines. If it was worse, it would be endless surgeries. He didn't want to waste his time on this.

He would rather sit in the courtyard like today, quietly flipping through the textbooks, and when he gets tired, he would play with the rabbits on the lawn for a while.

Since coming here as a teacher, he has become more and more patient. He can now do things that he was impatient before.

For example, when giving lectures to students, he never had such patience in the past. He would lecture on a topic that had been lectured many times over and over again. When faced with some students who couldn't keep up, he would lecture to them individually.

Ji Changmu felt that he had changed.

He couldn't even remember what he was like before. He remembered that... he seemed to have stood at the top of the financial crisis circle, at the top of the country's cutting-edge scientific research, commanding the wind and clouds, and guiding the country.

That was him in the past, and his memory is a little blurry.

He doesn't really want to recall those past experiences, the past is in the past.
Chapter completed!