He didn't come every week, and when he wasn't, she probably realized he wasn't in Chicago. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

The time that didn't come was still the majority.

This day, Friday evening.

After class, Ye Jiaqi hugged the book and took the little girl to the nearby park to read.

Chicago is beautiful in autumn, covered in gold, with a lot of yellow leaves on the ground.

In the evening, it was cold, and Ye Jiaqi wore a thick light purple knitted jacket.

When the wind blows, from time to time fallen leaves float on her shoulders, like butterflies, and slowly spin down.

In the evening in the park, the sunset reflects the sky, and the horizon is dyed with a layer of orange, which is seductive and beautiful.

The sun is setting, and the dead leaves are all over the ground.

Ye Jiaqi sat down on the bench and read quietly.

The pace here is slow, and you can see old people and children walking from time to time.

Sometimes, leaves fall on her books.

The little girl sat quietly beside her, sometimes playing by herself, sometimes sleeping on her stomach.

It may be that the temperature is too comfortable, and after looking at it for a while, Ye Jiaqi's eyelids began to fight.

In the drowsiness, drowsiness hits.

I don't know when it will rain.

At first, it was just a drizzling rain, which fell little by little on the leaves, crackling.

Ye Jiaqi held his head and dreamed.

Xiao Yan looked up and saw that it was raining, so he quickly jumped into Ye Jiaqi's arms and got into her coat badly.

It rained for a long time.

Ye Jiaqi was too tired, and it took a long time for his little head to move and wake up.

As far as the eyes can see, hey, it's raining?

The ground was already wet, the street lights were on, and the sun had set.

Ah.

She was confused and quickly put the book in her hand into her backpack.

As soon as she moved, the little girl also woke up, and a small head peeked out of her clothes.

Hey, that's not right.

Why isn't her clothes wet?

Ye Jiaqi suddenly raised his head, only to find a man standing beside him.

His knuckled fingers held a wide black umbrella, his face was handsome, angular, dark eyebrows, and a high nose.

It is clearly the most familiar appearance.

"When did you come?" Ye Jiaqi's hand to pack up his things paused, slightly embarrassed.

Qiao Sinian said lightly: "It's been a while." ”

The umbrella was impartial, covering her body, and not a drop of rain fell on her.

It was him, and there were damp marks on his clothes at the shoulders.

He didn't wear a suit today, he was wearing a casual gray trench coat, with a tall posture and handsome eyebrows and eyes.

Under the drizzle, he faded away from coldness, but became a little more peaceful and elegant.

The little boy recognized Joss Nian, and shouted at him "meow meow" a few times, which was very cheerful.

The little guy can't remember that Ye Jiaqi told it that Qiao Sinian was a "liar", it only remembered that this person was really good-looking.

As long as he looks good, it doesn't matter if he's a liar or not.

Ye Jiaqi saw that there was not a drop of rain on her body at all, and she lowered her head and put all the books into her backpack.

It's been a while since we last met.

Apparently, he had forgotten everything.

Such an embarrassing scene, she estimated that he would not be able to mention it even if he remembered it, it was simply black history.

"Thank you." Ye Jiaqi jumped down from the bench and stood in front of him.

His eyebrows were clear, and her smile was sweet.

Under the big umbrella, his gaze kept falling on her face.

When the wind blew, the dead leaves flew and blew her hair.

It's been half a year, and her hair has grown a lot longer, reaching her shoulders.