Meng Shen lowered his head and happened to see the webpage lit up on the tablet. [Full text reading. 】

Official website of the University of Chicago.

Meng Shen pricked his heart and looked up at Qiao Sinian's back.

He knew that Joss hadn't gone out all day today, and if he had been in the past, how could he be so idle.

The man in the gray sweater stood at the window, his suit pants wrapped around his slender legs, and the man stood by the window, his demeanor was calm and elegant.

Meng Shen didn't bother Qiao Sinian, and walked out of the living room to call Xiao Zi.

Josnian stood by the window, his eyes resting on the trees in the courtyard.

When the wind blows, you can hear the sound of wind chimes on the high-rise balcony.

That string of wind chimes was hung up by Ye Jiaqi, and it has always been there.

Wait for the wind to blow, and wait for you to return.

In front of him was the dreary twilight and swaying branches, but what Qiao Sinian saw was the back of a little girl.

She stood in the garden, at first she was ** years old, small and exquisite, she would pout, she would be coquettish, and she would cry;

Then there are teenage young girls, with skirts fluttering, hair in the wind, pure and simple, like flowers and jade.

Gradually, her back faded away, and little by little disappeared in front of his eyes.

"Seventy-seven" Joss was stunned.

Reaching out, it was attached to the palm of his hand, but there was only cold glass and a handful of empty air.

The dazed light spread out in the bottom of the eyes, and the mist turned into mist.

Joss smirked and rubbed his eyebrows.

He was hopeless.

Three days later, the snow in the capital arrived as promised.

The day before, the weather was very gloomy, and it was dark and oppressive.

The snowflakes began to fall at four or five o'clock in the morning, and after ten minutes, they were white everywhere.

Joss lost his sleepiness at five o'clock, opened the curtains, and looked at the snow under the moonlight.

This is the first snow of the new year.

"Ahem." Joss frowned and coughed twice.

Get up and go downstairs.

"Master Qiao, why did you get up so early, it's only past five o'clock, and it's not dawn yet." Steward Sun got up early to get busy.

Josnian wore a long black coat, a scarf and gloves, as if he was going out.

"Take a trip."

"I'll go make breakfast, Master Qiao, wait a minute."

"Yes."

Steward Sun hurried to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, she knew that Qiao Sinian was not in the habit of sleeping lazy, but she still didn't adapt to getting up so early.

"Ahem" Josnian sat on the sofa and grabbed a newspaper in his hand.

It was not yet dawn, and it was dark as far as the eye could see.

The living room was eerily quiet, except for the coughing of Josnian and the crumbling of newspapers.

Steward Sun moved quickly, and she made breakfast in a short time.

"Master Qiao, I grinded a cup of coffee for you, I don't know if you like to drink it, if you don't like it, I'll change it." Steward Sun said cautiously.

"It's fine."

Joss years don't matter.

No breakfast is as good as what you had in Chicago.

"Master Qiao, I heard you coughing, did you catch a cold? I'll go get you some medicine. ”

"It's just a cold, you go down first."

"Okay."

At the dining table, only Josnian was left.

This year, almost all of them have come over like this.

He took a sip of his coffee, his brow furrowed.

In addition to the bitter taste, it is still bitter.

"Master Qiao, I learned to grind coffee with Aunt Lu today, and from tomorrow onwards, I will contract your coffee." Ye Jiaqi, a teenager, jumped in front of him.

"Can you drink it?" He raised an eyebrow.