"It's very windy over there." Ji Changmu closed the computer and took the car keys.

"I'm on campus. The wind is really strong today. It's cold even in my down jacket. It's getting dark. I have to go home."

"Wait for me at the convenience store at the school gate."

"Eating hot pot?" Qiao Muyuan's eyes lit up.

"Okay, but you have to listen to me."

"listen."

"Well, don't stand in the wind, go to the convenience store and wait for me."

"I know! Ouch!" Qiao Muyuan was so excited that he didn't notice there was a thin piece of ice on the ground. He stepped on it, slipped, and dropped his phone.

Fortunately, the clothes are thick... It's okay, but the light purple down jacket is full of dirty mud and water.

"Qiao Muyuan?"

"I fell down..." She picked up the phone.

"..." Ji Changmu had nothing to say, "Stop talking on the phone and look at your feet when walking."

"pain."

"Deserved it."

Ji Changmu hung up the phone.

Qiao Muyuan wiped his dirty clothes, his face was wrinkled, life was so difficult.

Before she could reach the convenience store, Ji Changmu's car stopped on the side of the road. He held an umbrella and walked towards her. A few snowflakes fell on his black coat. The snowflakes melted instantly, leaving a light flake on the clothes.

of water stains.

It was still bright, but the surrounding street lights were also on one after another.

Qiao Muyuan raised her head and saw the man walking towards her step by step. She waved to him happily, regardless of the fact that her clothes were still dirty: "Brother Ji! I'm here!"

He had seen her a long time ago.

Ji Changmu saw that she wanted to run over and said coldly: "Stand where you are and don't move!"

There is a thin layer of ice where the snow on the ground has been cleared, and it is easy to slip when you step on it. At night, the puddles are filled with flowing light and shadow.

The little girl was so frightened by him that she didn't dare to move. She just stood there holding an umbrella and behaved very well.

Ji Changmu walked over in two steps and saw that her clothes were covered with mud and water. He wiped her clothes and couldn't help but scolded: "Qiao Muyuan, are you nineteen or nine?"

"Brother Ji, haven't you seen Qiao Muyuan when he was nine and nineteen years old? Then do you think I am nine or nineteen now?" The little girl was still talking nonsense with him at this time and was very eloquent.

"I see you are three years old."

Qiao Muyuan put away his umbrella and followed Ji Changmu happily, hiding under his umbrella and tentatively holding his arm.

He didn't refuse, so she boldly took his arm, got under his umbrella and walked to the car together.

He drove here by himself, and as usual, he took his coat and scarf when he got in the car, and handed her a thermos cup.

Qiao Muyuan took off his dirty down jacket and took a breath: "Brother Ji, where are you going to eat hot pot?"

"Let's go to the supermarket later."

Qiao Muyuan understands, he wants to cook hot pot for her personally? That would be great!

There is white snow on the roadside, and a thin layer of white hangs on the bare treetops. The north wind blows, and the snowflakes reflected in the warm lights are flying, dyeing the entire New York City white.

The car separates the outside world.

"I miss home as soon as it snows." Qiao Muyuan's sparkling eyes were full of energy, "The temperature in the capital is very cold, but it's different at home. It's always warm and lively at home."

Ji Changmu listened to her but didn't answer.

He had lost his home when he was sixteen years old, and this word was very unfamiliar to him.

"Brother Ji, do you still remember what my parents look like?"

"It's been a long time." He only responded lightly.
Chapter completed!