There is a romantic atmosphere everywhere.

From the door to the main building, there are red roses. These flowers were flown in by my father, and they still have crystal dewdrops on them.

Tomorrow morning, she will leave Qiao Zhai on this road paved with roses and marry to Qiongzhou.

Although she had been married to Ji Changmu for a long time, the thought of marrying out of Qiao Zhai made her eyes wet again.

It was in the afternoon when Qiao Muyuan walked through the corridor to the south building with Tudou in his arms.

The south building is still the same as before. She didn't want to renovate it, so it has always maintained its original appearance.

The walls are more mottled than they were ten years ago. In this season, the ivy is lush and growing beautifully.

The wall of the south building was also pasted with a bright red character "囍", which was so bright that Qiao Muyuan's pupils were all bright red.

She likes this liveliness, this festival, and this world of fireworks.

Qiao Muyuan walked up the steps to the south building again.

She had walked on the steps here countless times, and she knew that Ji Changmu had also walked on them many times.

The memories were like a movie, appearing in front of her frame by frame, very clear.

She was surprised that her young memory was so intact, and all the fragments about Ji Changmu jumped into her mind.

Pushing open the neat and clean door, she saw at a glance the small study room where she used to make extra classes. The desk was next to the window and it was very bright.

At this moment, the windows were open, and the strong summer breath was blowing in my face.

The light shines on the desk and the bookshelf beside it. The display in the car has never changed, and there are even books from her childhood on the bookshelf.

She walked over, put the potatoes on the ground, and pulled out a primary school mathematics book from the bookshelf.

Mathematics was her worst subject, so Ji Changmu focused on giving her math lessons.

She opened the textbook and smiled.

There is also Ji Changmu's handwriting on it.

When he was young, Ji Changmu's handwriting was elegant and unrestrained, a little less calm than now, but more open and lively.

In addition to himself, there is more to her crooked handwriting.

She wasn't serious about going to school or writing at that time, and there was nothing anyone could do to her.

In my mother's words, she was used to being lawless at that time.

However, he lost to Ji Changmu.

He frowned sullenly, but she didn't dare to be disobedient, so she practiced her calligraphy and did her homework obediently.

But no, someone has a bad temper. If she doesn't obey, he won't give her extra lessons.

She was not smart when she was a child, but if she were smarter, she would be given more salary, coercion and inducement, and someone would promise to obey.

Thinking of this, Qiao Muyuan smiled, with two sweet dimples at the corners of his mouth.

The small study was very sunny, so she took a photo for Ji Changmu: "Look, the persimmon tree outside the window has grown taller again."

A few minutes later, she received a video call from the other end.

Qiao Muyuan picked up and tilted his head: "I miss you so much."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow." Ji Changmu smiled, "Why are you going to the south building?"

"Suddenly I really want to come over and have a look. You don't have any feelings for Nanlou, but I do."

"Who said I don't have feelings? I've been teaching you here for three years, so I won't have feelings?"

"Your feelings are motivated by money."

"..." Ji Changmu rubbed his temples, "Miss Qiao will do whatever she says."

Qiao Muyuan couldn't stop laughing: "However, my feelings for each other are based on appearance. Someone's appearance when he was young amazed me all the time."

"Show me the den."
Chapter completed!