Play coquettish with Joe

The 6780th chapter Ji Xuewu returns to the wind (5)

The first snow in December came not too early or too late, one night after Monday, and on Tuesday morning, Qiao Muyuan took a lot of photos of the snow scene at the campus gate before going to class.

She remembered that the first class today was Ji Changmu's elective, but he hadn't come to class for a long time, and the teaching assistant was always there.

She entered the classroom wrapped in a scarf, rubbed her hands, and took off her jacket.

The classroom is very warm, and there is a layer of white mist on the glass.

It's just that no one expected that Ji Changmu would come to class today. Like before, he came in with the bell ringing, untied his scarf and took off his coat, only wearing a black close-fitting sweater. He picked up the chalk from the podium and wrote it on the blackboard. Write down today's topic.

Ji Changmu has a gentle voice, and he speaks fluent English words well. Many girls don't listen to the class, but just look at him.

Qiao Muyuan sat in the corner, taking notes silently.

In the middle of the class, the snow outside was falling heavily, and the wind was blowing "huhu", and a thick layer of snow quickly accumulated on the ground.

Ji Changmu took a look outside, and under his thick eyelashes was a pair of deep and restrained eyes. He suddenly stopped talking about economic topics, and wrote a sentence on the corner of the blackboard, "Chaotic clouds are low in the dusk, and the snow dances back to the wind." .

He didn't say much, he probably just thought of this sentence, he didn't stay for long, and continued to talk about today's lesson.

Qiao Muyuan was copying the notes on the blackboard, and when he looked up, he met his eyes.

She avoided his fiery gaze and continued to write and draw in her notebook, with his deep voice and the howling wind outside the window beside her ears.

It's that time of year again when the snow falls.

When it snows, Christmas is almost here.

Qiao Muyuan always felt that it was better when she was a child, carefree and unaware of sorrow. Although she has nothing to worry about now, her heart is always unhappy.

The place in the heart always seemed to be pricked by a needle, and it felt very uncomfortable, and she didn't know why it felt uncomfortable.

After class, Ji Changmu closed his textbook and left as usual.

A classmate shouted: "Professor, will you come to the next class?"

"Come." He cherished words like gold, and after only saying one word, he left the classroom and stepped into the snow.

Qiao Muyuan put away his textbooks and rushed to the next class.

But she was not in the mood for class, so she went to stand in a secluded garden of the school for a long time after class, holding an umbrella, and plucked a light yellow wintersweet.

She sat on a stone bench in an open space, lowered her head, took a photo of a snow scene, and posted a circle of friends: How can I be happy?
It didn't take long to get a lot of replies.

A (neighbor brother): The little princess is not happy?Come to Australia and bring you Christmas~
B (high school classmate): Hey, Qiao Muyuan is still unhappy sometimes.

C (an aunt): Come to my aunt’s house and make you dessert. (Smile)

Qiao Chengfan: What's there to be unhappy about?Say it to make everyone happy.

Qiao Zhixing: No pocket money again?
Ye Jiaqi: ↑↑ The two of you are enough.

Qiao Muyuan glanced at her brother and her younger brother's comments, and was even more unhappy, drooping his little head.

Plum blossoms smelled the fragrance in her hands, and she was not afraid of the cold, holding her mobile phone and looking at the overwhelming snow, the white color was reflected in her pupils, blurring her vision.

When the class bell rang, she walked back to the classroom with her bag on her back.

It was snowing heavily, and at noon, Qiao Muyuan was about to leave the classroom with his bag on his back, when his cell phone rang.

(End of this chapter)