"I happened to meet him during the performance."

"Really? Are you rushing back to the UK from China to participate in performances?"

"Mr. Ji, I will only explain it once. Whether you believe it or not is up to you. From now on, I will not make any explanation about the relationship between me and Brother Liang Kai."

"Qiao Muyuan!"

Qiao Muyuan held the mobile phone in one hand and looked silently at the flowers and the sun in the distance: "Mr. Ji, is there anything else?"

"Why don't you ask me how jy is doing lately?"

"Mr. Ji also said that I don't understand. I am willing to remain in awe of things I don't understand. There is nothing to ask."

"Okay..." On the other end, Ji Changmu did not argue for the first time, and his tone was a little helpless. He didn't say another word for a long time, leaving only wordless silence.

But he didn't hang up the phone and kept his phone in answering mode.

Qiao Muyuan also didn't speak for a long time, and there was a blur of light in his eyes.

No one hung up the phone.

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon. I promised to be together every New Year in the future, but I didn't expect that I couldn't keep it this year." Ji Changmu said lightly, "I'm sorry."

At this moment, Qiao Muyuan knew...he would not come to England.

She held the phone tightly and raised the corners of her lips: "It's okay, it's nothing."

"Well, take care of yourself and happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

Ji Changmu hung up the phone first.

Qiao Muyuan slowly put down her phone. She looked at the clouds in the sky. Large white clouds were drifting by the wind. The sky was blue and the grass was green.

My eyes finally became blurry.

Tears fell and Qiao Muyuan burst into tears.

Pete came over wagging his tail, circled Qiao Muyuan's shoes, and looked up at his little master.

The roses in the yard are still gorgeous, the ivy on the fence is growing vigorously, and the yard is silent.

…

On New Year's Day, Qiao Muyuan spent the whole day outside doing inspections with the teacher.

This was the loneliest New Year she had ever spent. She was alone in a foreign country.

Walking to a medieval church, Qiao Muyuan stopped, took out his drawing book, and copied the architecture with a pencil.

The blond professor suddenly handed her a small gift and a red envelope from his bag: "Janna, Happy New Year."

Qiao Muyuan was a little surprised. She thought her teacher didn't know about the Spring Festival.

She took it with a smile: "Thank you, teacher."

"Why didn't you go home?"

"My family is very busy and they don't have time to accompany me when I go home, so I won't go back this year."

"Janna, you are very motivated and talented. You will definitely achieve something in this field. Come on."

"Thank you teacher for the compliment. I have always felt that I am not a talented player. Fortunately, hard work can make up for my weakness."

"No, no, you are very smart." The professor kept praising her and guiding her in her design draft.

Qiao Muyuan collected the gifts and discussed the architectural structure and historical features with the professor. She stood in the sun and looked up at the white church preserved from the Middle Ages in front of her.

From the time the sun rose in the east to the time it set in the west, she and the professor spent the entire day doing detailed inspections outdoors.

In the evening, a flock of white pigeons flew overhead. She raised her head and narrowed her eyes.

"Janna, do you plan to stay in the UK forever?"

"I haven't made this plan yet, after all, I just came here."

"If you are willing, I can recommend you to my mentor. She is over eighty years old this year. She would be very happy to have a student like you."
Chapter completed!