During weekends, he is used to spending a lot of time preparing lessons. He can also get simple satisfaction when working at his desk.

His goal is simple, he strives to explain every question in an easy-to-understand manner, and... he strives to make the class more interesting.

Fortunately, the most important thing for high school students is vitality and vitality. They can burst out their extraordinary thinking skills in the classroom at any time, and the classroom is never lacking in atmosphere.

Every time he works at his desk for a long time, Ji Changmu will pull out a few cookbooks from the bookshelf. During this time, he will also study some delicious food.

It was raining outside the window. He had a cold today. He didn't spend too long at work. Instead, he opened the cookbook and made a stewed pear with old white tea using five grams of white tea, peeled pears, and two ounces of yellow rock sugar.

The white tea was bought, and the pears were picked from the orchard. When the heat came out of the teapot, the rain and the time became peaceful.

In these slow-flowing days, time begins to slow down.

In the evening, the rain has not stopped.

Ji Changmu took out a long trench coat from the closet, put it on, and drove to the theater.

The theater is some distance away from here, basically in a town.

The car passed through the rain. When the time came, Ji Changmu handed the ticket to the staff at the door. After entering, he found his seat and sat down quietly.

He raised his head slightly, the light fell on his cold and noble face, and his facial features became more three-dimensional and profound.

The lights go out, and the first performance is a cello and piano ensemble, "song from" a "

"secret garden", the general idea is that one day, another heart will step into this garden, and from then on, those blooming flowers and wandering songs will no longer be lonely and elegant.

Listening to the performance on the stage, Ji Changmu's heart beat a little more.

Outside the theater, Qiao Muyuan held an umbrella and hurriedly handed the tickets to the staff.

She was not familiar with this place, and the ticket was given to her by the owner of the hotel, who said it was an interesting concert and she could come and listen to it.

It rained at night, and Qiao Muyuan had nothing to do, so he took a taxi, but he was still late.

She quietly entered the dark theater and found her seat. She did not dare to express her anger for fear of disturbing the audience around her.

The first performance is coming to an end.

The second performance happened to be a violin ensemble. Qiao Muyuan closed his eyes and listened quietly.

When she closed her eyes, her sense of hearing and smell became more sensitive. In the darkness, she seemed to smell the faint fragrance of oud, which was vague and unclear.

Qiao Muyuan opened his eyes in a trance and looked forward. The actors on the stage were immersed in the beautiful world of music, affectionate and focused.

One concert, one and a half hours.

When the time came, the lights in the theater came on, and Qiao Muyuan followed the huge crowd and left.

It was getting late, so she took a taxi back to the hotel.

She will also attend a research meeting tomorrow.

In the second half, Ji Changmu accidentally fell asleep.

He always liked going to concerts, but today he felt sick with a cold, and the cold medicine he took caused drowsiness. After everyone had left, the staff came to him and carefully woke him up: "Sir, the concert is over."

Ji Changmu finally woke up. He frowned and his eyes blurred: "Is it over?"

"Yes, sir."

"Thanks."

Ji Changmu was walking outside the empty theater. He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He coughed several times and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He took an umbrella and went to a nearby hospital to see a doctor.
Chapter completed!