Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 5191 time has not gone far (4)

Tong Qian supported his arm, worried: "You seem to have drunk a lot, I've never seen you drink before."

"It's okay, I can go there by myself."

Tong Qian watched him leave, because she was not too worried because they were in the same hotel.

It was already late at night, and Ji Changmu was exhausted from the tossing and going. As soon as he got back, he lay on the bed with a headache.

In addition, there was a bit of cold wind at night, and my throat was burning like fire. I am afraid that I will catch a cold tomorrow.

……

Tong Qian's vacation in the capital totaled ten days, and she would go to the university town to look for Ji Changmu every night.

She knew that Ji Changmu wanted to study and read, and she didn't bother him. Sometimes, when he was sitting in the library or self-study classroom, she would sit beside him.

The sunlight refracted obliquely from the transparent glass window, and the mottled light and shadow fell on the desks and chairs in the self-study classroom, and even the color of the blackboard was much softer.

Tong Qian's academic performance is not as good as Ji Changmu's, but she also loves to read. If he can sit in the library all afternoon, so can she.

The desk in the self-study classroom is very long, and she sat beside him, occasionally poking his arm with a pen like she used to do in school: "Changmu, what does this word mean?"

Ji Changmu turned around in a daze.

The last time he and Tong Qian were in the same class was the first year of high school, and they separated later.

"This is the meaning of 'postmodern'."

"Oh, I understand. Changmu, did you get a scholarship every semester in college?" Tong Qian asked curiously.

"Shh, it's better not to chat in the self-study classroom."

"Oh." Tong Qian didn't speak until now, and sat quietly beside him, reading a book.

Ji Changmu was reading professional books on finance, while Tong Qian was reading books that were picked out from the library shelves. She thought it was great, as long as she could sit beside him, it would be great.

A few days ago, she traveled to several scenic spots in the capital, but she prefers to sit quietly in the self-study classroom with Ji Changmu'an.

It's as if time hasn't gone far.

Tired of watching, she lay down on the table and looked at his side face without avoiding her eyes. Ji Changmu's figure was in her small pupils.

He has a handsome and clean face, with the unique purity of a 19-year-old boy, his demeanor is calm and elegant, and he has a different upbringing from ordinary people.

He is still who he is.

Tong Qian misses the days when they were neighbors. At that time, they could see each other every day. Although they could not speak a few words, a look was enough.

Later, the Ji family went bankrupt, and she never saw him again. She heard that she was very worried when she was at home for half a year, but she didn't know where he was, and she couldn't find him.

And this year, she got him back.

Now that she has found him, she will not easily get separated from him.

It is difficult for Ji Changmu to be disturbed by the outside world when he is reading a book. Even if Tong Qian keeps staring at him, he doesn't react too much.

Tong Qian looked at it for a while, then took out a piece of sketch paper to draw, and she drew him.

She was originally a design student, and she draws very fast and very well.

This time, Ji Changmu noticed what she was doing: "Drawing?"

"That's right, look, does the painting look like it?" She showed him the painted "him".

"It's pretty similar."

"I won't give it to you, I'll take it away." Tong Qian only gave him a glance and stuffed the painting into her bag.

Ji Changmu chuckled and continued to read with his head down.

Tong Qian didn't feel bored at all by his side, she could sit with him like this for an afternoon.

But Ji Changmu felt bad about it.

(End of this chapter)