Qiao Muyuan was wearing a white one-shoulder floor-length wedding dress. She was dignified and beautiful, with a smile like a flower. Ji Changmu, who was wearing a black suit, stood beside her.

Returning to this classroom again, memories flooded into Ji Changmu's eyes like a tide.

When they met again after a long absence, he did not recognize her, but the moment he saw her, he felt a strange throbbing.

Qiao Muyuan still remembered where she sat in that class. She deliberately walked over and patted the table: "Teacher Ji, here! I was sitting here, and you asked me to answer questions."

"That seems to be the case."

"You must have never thought at that time that one day, you would bring your bride back to this classroom to take wedding photos together." She ignored the photographer who was still there, hooked her arms around his neck, and talked to him intimately.

While talking, "Isn't that right?"

"Have you ever thought about it?"

"I didn't think about it at the time. I was just trying to hate you. You were particularly hateful at that time."

"Really? Classmate Qiao Muyuan, classmate Qiao Muyuan who failed the class when he first entered school."

"How dare you mention it?" Qiao Muyuan stretched out his hand to strangle his collar, "Because I failed my exam, I didn't go home to celebrate the New Year for the first time."

"But that was also the first time we spent New Year together."

"Yes." Qiao Muyuan smiled sweetly again.

Ji Changmu also raised his lips and smiled.

The photographer suddenly took a picture and the lens flashed.

In this classroom, they took many photos, and then Ji Changmu accompanied her to take photos on the Columbia University lawn, on the court, in the library, and in front of Ji Changmu's former office.

Everywhere here has left them with unique memories, memories that belong only to the two of them, without the involvement of anyone else.

Here is their reunion after a long absence, their first love, happiness, sweetness, and of course disputes.

The weather is very good today. Although New York has entered winter, the temperature today is very high and not too cold.

Qiao Muyuan especially likes to laugh. When he smiles, there are two beautiful dimples at the corners of his lips.

She loves every scene with Ji Changmu.

The photographer took a lot of photos for them, and he found that Mr. Ji and Miss Qiao were so well matched that there was no need for him to provide any guidance at all. Just snap a photo and it would be a blockbuster.

When he was tired of filming, Qiao Muyuan took Ji Changmu and sat on the bench for a while.

The blue sky, the wandering white clouds, and the flying birds, the wind is gentle and the sun is shining, and the sky is clear.

"Brother Ji, is this the first time you have taken so many photos?"

"What do you think?"

"This is what you promised me. I can take as many pictures as I want, but I'm not allowed to say I'm tired."

"I'm not tired. I see you can't hold it any longer. If you are really tired, let's go home and rest first and then shoot another day. Three days is enough."

"I'm not tired, it's my first time taking wedding photos. I'm tired but happy at the same time." Qiao Muyuan kept holding his arm and refused to let go, looking at the scenery in front of him with him.

The scenery in winter is a bit depressing, but it has a different beauty from other seasons.

Occasionally, I could see a few students walking around the campus, and they would cast surprised glances at the newlyweds taking wedding photos. Their gazes couldn't help but linger on Qiao Muyuan and Ji Changmu for a long time.

"I used to be like them, I was still a student." Qiao Muyuan couldn't help but recall the past, "I would also go to school for self-study classes on Sundays."
Chapter completed!