At that time, Ji Changmu was still young.

On the New Year's Eve reunion day, Ji Donghuai also left for many years.

It took Yang Shuzheng many years to slowly get over this fact, and now she is finally relieved.

Qiao Muyuan put all the "Fu" he had written on to dry. After a while, the table was covered with red paper.

Yang Shuzheng did not disturb them and went to the kitchen again.

Qiao Muyuan snuggled next to Ji Changmu. Most of the time, he was writing and she was watching.

The man looked solemn and serious, standing by the table with his head lowered and holding the brush.

After he finished writing one piece, he spread out another piece of red paper and asked her, "Do you want to write more?"

"You write, I'll watch." This time it was Qiao Muyuan who watched him write, "You write beautifully."

"Write a few more copies by the way, and ask the maid to post them in my apartment later."

Qiao Muyuan remembered that he had a permanent apartment here, and she had even been there.

When he was almost finished writing, Qiao Muyuan insisted on helping the servants to post the couplets together.

Ji Changmu was too lazy to do anything and looked at her post.

"Move to the left, okay." He stood in the yard and watched her close each door.

Every time she posted a piece, she would examine it from a distance and lamented that Lao Ji's calligraphy was so beautiful, calm and powerful, and the writing was vigorous.

After putting up the couplets, she also had to put up window grilles.

The window was high, so she moved a chair, took off her shoes, stood on it, raised it high, and posted: "Brother Ji, look at it, is it right?"

"Hmm... pretty good." Ji Changmu looked up and stood beside her.

After putting up the window grilles, Qiao Muyuan stood on the chair, high up.

She opened her arms to Ji Changmu: "I want to jump into your arms, can you catch me?"

"..." Ji Changmu raised his head, "Qiao Muyuan, are you three years old?"

"yes."

Saying that, without giving him time to react, she threw herself into his arms.

Ji Changmu quickly caught her!

The man hugged her waist and gave her a sharp look: "Don't do such dangerous things next time."

Qiao Muyuan smiled carelessly: "It's not difficult. Brother Ji will definitely be able to catch me."

"What if I accidentally catch it?"

"Then... lie at home for two days?"

"..." Ji Changmu had nothing to do with her.

He held her and sat down on the sofa, then helped her put on her slippers.

Qiao Muyuan looked around and looked at his masterpiece: "It has the flavor of the year."

Yang Shuzheng came over with a plate of fruit: "Eat some fruit."

"Mom, let's sit and chat together for a while." Qiao Muyuan took Yang Shuzheng and sat down together, "How is your health lately?"

"It's very good. I go to the hospital regularly for maintenance. The doctor also said that my health has gotten much better in the past two years and I no longer faint for no reason."

"That's good." Qiao Muyuan was worried before.

"I still want to thank the Qiao family. If Mu Yuan's uncle hadn't come back from abroad to help me with the surgery many years ago, I don't know what would have happened now." Yang Shuzheng was still very emotional when she said this, "I didn't know this back then.

If I had known about it, no matter what I said, I would have made Changmu thank the Qiao family. When our family reached that point, if it weren’t for the Qiao family, Changmu and I wouldn’t be where we are today.”

Qiao Muyuan said angrily: "No, Brother Ji is so awesome. Even without the Qiao family, he will still get ahead. He's so awesome!"

Ji Changmu:?

Is this... a compliment to him? Why does it sound weird?

"He hasn't bullied you lately, has he?"
Chapter completed!