When students had questions that they didn't know, Ji Changmu listened carefully, listened to them finish reading the questions, and patiently explained them to them.

Qiao Mu's vitality was gone. Old and new grudges, past and present grievances came to her heart little by little, and her tears fell down.

Ji Changmu turned around and saw that she was crying. He hung up the phone halfway through the topic: "Teacher, there is something else, you can figure out the rest by yourself."

Ji Changmu walked up to Qiao Muyuan in two steps, half-crouched in front of her, and wiped her tears with a tissue: "Why are you crying? I will take you back to the town. I will take you back when the rain stops. Don't cry. Wait for the rain.

Smaller..."

He repeatedly promised to send her back when the rain subsided, but Qiao Muyuan cried so hard that she collapsed on the table and couldn't stop.

"Is it because of the drawing? If you really want to eat horse meat, then go ahead." Ji Changmu didn't want to hear her cry, "I'm going to the stables now."

"I don't want to see you." She finally said.

"I understand." Ji Changmu poured her a cup of brewed tea, "When the rain stops and I see you off, what happened today will be treated as a dream. If you forget it, I will forget it too."

.”

He turned and went to the kitchen.

The pork rib soup exuded bursts of aroma. Ji Changmu leaned against the wall, looking at the tall green trees outside the window.

He stood with his arms folded, his thin lips tight and his eyes deep.

He had no intention of appearing in front of Qiao Muyuan. He lived in seclusion in order not to provoke her anymore. He also knew that Qiao Muyuan was unwilling to see him. Today... was an accident.

…

noon.

Ji Changmu cooked a table of dishes, and he served her rice and soup as usual.

Qiao Muyuan lowered his head to eat and did not talk to Ji Changmu. He just wanted to leave here as soon as possible.

But the rain has not subsided, but it is getting heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping.

Qiao Muyuan was agitated. She didn't know where the agitation came from. It was different from usual. She usually didn't hate rainy days.

Ji Changmu didn't like to talk much when eating. He picked up his rice bowl and ate lunch with her.

The decoration of the restaurant is simple and elegant, and the air still smells of mahogany furniture. Looking out through the window, there is an endless curtain of rain. The rain blocks the line of sight, and nothing can be seen. The manors, farmland, and villages are all hidden in the hazy

in the world.

They sit opposite each other.

The small square table is not very big, just suitable for two people to eat together.

Ji Changmu gave her some ribs: "Eat more, no matter if it tastes good or not, there's no chance of next time."

The man had not recovered from his cold, and there seemed to be a sigh in his hoarse voice.

It was quiet all around, only the sound of rain outside the window could be heard, and nothing else.

Ji Changmu knew very well that Qiao Muyuan was not willing to answer any of his questions. In order to break the lonely tranquility, he could only say to himself: "Are you going back to Cambridge to study? That's fine. Studying is still suitable for you. I have several friends in Bolton.

I have been working as a math teacher in a rural middle school here for a few months, and my teaching is pretty good, and the students like me quite a bit. But life here is not very convenient, and sometimes I have to drive a long way to buy some cold medicine."

"The most inconvenient thing is eating. I usually eat in the school cafeteria at noon. It will be very troublesome sooner or later. I can only...make something by myself. Fortunately, I am better at taking care of myself. I don't treat myself badly with three meals a day."
Chapter completed!