Ye Jiaqi smiled: "Maybe he is not feeling well. He has been quite busy during this period. I haven't seen him for several days."

"Where's my brother? Didn't all the Qiao family go to my brother?"

"Your brother is also busy, but his performance in the second half of the year was unsatisfactory. After your father returned to Qiao's, he found many wrong accounts. He dare not see your father now."

"It shouldn't be. My brother is not such a careless person. Although he may be inexperienced, he will not make mistakes in the account book."

"I tried to invest in high-tech in Beijing in the first half of the year, but failed to win the market and lost a lot of money. Your brother was not in good shape in the second half of the year and always made mistakes when doing things."

"Anyway, the high-tech market in Beijing has been taken over by Brother Ji's jy. It's the same. Brother doesn't need to give up on himself. Dad should enlighten him."

"It's better to count on your father to enlighten you than to count on your brother to come out on his own." Ye Jiaqi smiled.

Ji Changmu listened on the sidelines without making a sound.

Ye Jiaqi didn't chat with them for too long, she still had her own things to do.

In the afternoon, Qiao Muyuan led Ji Changmu to the south building of Qiao's residence.

The south building has not been renovated or redecorated. Everything is still the same as it was more than ten years ago, except that the trees in the yard are taller and denser.

The persimmon tree was even taller, with a few dry persimmons on its branches swaying precariously in the wind, like a few small lanterns, looking gray in the autumn.

Walking up the stairs into the south building, you can instantly step back in time.

Ji Changmu was not the kind of person who recalled the past easily, but when he stepped into a familiar place, his heart felt like he was being hit, and electricity flowed through his limbs. In an instant, all kinds of memories came flooding back.

generally.

Happy, unhappy, dull, passionate...these memories all had a certain color, like an overturned palette, appearing in his mind bit by bit.

Under the window, he once taught Qiao Muyuan how to read and write. The little girl was still very young, naughty and had a bad attitude towards learning, so he taught her a lot.

She was the eldest lady among the stars. No one dared to offend her, but she cried many times under his scolding.

He didn't tolerate her back then, he was stern and arrogant, but now that he thought about it, the corners of Ji Changmu's lips raised and he laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" Qiao Muyuan didn't understand. "My family said several times that they wanted to renovate the south building. I didn't agree, so they didn't do it again. Brother Ji, look, it's still the same as before, even the utility knife on the table

The scratches are all there.”

Qiao Muyuan happily walked to the window.

Back then, she was studying under the window.

The sunlight pours through the wooden window and onto her books and table. It is clear that all seasons are good, but she does not like reading. She playfully uses a knife to make marks on the table, eraser, and windows. She also likes to use her knife

The watercolor pen scribbles everywhere.

Unexpectedly... these have all become memories.

Qiao Muyuan seemed to see the beautiful little girl by the window.

"You were really disobedient when you were a child." Ji Changmu also walked over and stood at the window. The sunlight outside fell on his face, and the edges were polished into soft lines. "I worry about you a lot."

"You don't care. As long as you get a salary, you don't care about me at all. As long as I don't complain, you don't care. Right? Teacher Ji."

Ji Changmu turned his head, and Qiao Muyuan beside him happened to turn to look at him.
Chapter completed!