There is a romantic atmosphere everywhere.

From the door to the main building, there are red roses. These flowers are air transported by my father, and they are still covered with crystal dewdrops.

Tomorrow morning, she will leave Qiao's house on the road paved with roses and marry to Qiongzhou.

Although she had already married Ji Changmu, her eyes were wet when she thought of marrying from Qiao's house.

It was afternoon, Qiao Muyuan carried the potatoes through the corridor and came to the South Building.

The Nan Building is still the same as before. She doesn't want to renovate it, so it has always maintained its original appearance.

The walls are more mottled than more than ten years ago. This season, the ivy is lush and growing well.

The red character "囍" was also posted on the wall of the South Building, which was booming, and Qiao Muyuan's pupils were full of bright red.

She likes this excitement, this festiveness, and this fireworks in the world.

Qiao Muyuan stepped on the steps and walked back to the south building.

She walked the steps here countless times, and she knew that Ji Changmu had also walked many times.

Memories appear in front of her like a movie, very clearly.

She was surprised that her young memory was so intact that all the clips about Ji Changmu jumped into her mind.

Pushing open the clean and clean door, she saw at a glance the small study room where she was tutoring, and the desk was against the window, which was very bright.

At this moment, the windows were open and the strong summer breath came to my face.

The light shone on the desk and the bookshelf beside it. The display in the car had never changed. There were even books from her childhood on the bookshelf.

She walked over, put the potatoes on the ground, and casually pulled out a book on elementary school mathematics from the bookshelf.

Mathematics is the worst course she learned, and Ji Changmu focused on making up for her mathematics.

She opened the textbook and smiled.

There are also Ji Changmu's handwriting on it.

When he was young, Ji Changmu's handwriting was elegant and elegant, which was less calm than now, but more ostentatious and bright.

In addition to his own, there are more words about her crooked words.

She didn't go to school seriously and didn't write seriously at that time, so no one could do anything to her.

In my mother's words, she was spoiled to the point of lawlessness at that time.

But he lost to Ji Changmu.

He frowned with a calm face, and she did not dare to disobey and practiced her homework obediently.

No, someone has a bad temper. If she doesn't obey, he won't give her some lessons.

She was not smart when she was a child. If she was smarter, she would give him a little more salary, threaten him with temptation, and someone would guarantee to obey.

Thinking of this, Qiao Muyuan smiled, with two sweet dimples on the corner of his mouth.

The small study room was sunny very well, so she took a photo for Ji Changmu: "Look, the persimmon tree outside the window has grown taller again."

A few minutes later, the other end called her for a video call.

Qiao Muyuan picked it up and tilted his little head: "I miss you so much."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow." Ji Changmu smiled, "Why did you go to the South Building?"

"Suddenly I really want to come and have a look. You have no feelings for Nanlou, but I have it."

"Who said I have no feelings? I have taught you three years of class here, so will I have no feelings?"

"Your feelings are from money."

"..." Ji Changmu rubbed his temples, "Whatever Miss Qiao said is what she said."

Qiao Muyuan kept giggling: "But, each other, my feelings come from appearance. Someone's appearance when he was young amazed my time."

"Let me see the little study."

"Okay!" Qiao Muyuan turned the video one side and pointed it at the bookshelf.
Chapter completed!