He doesn't come every week, and before he comes, she probably realizes that he is not in Chicago.

The time I didn't come still accounts for the majority.

This day, Friday evening.

After class, Ye Jiaqi carried the book and took Xiaoguai to a nearby park to read.

Chicago in autumn is very beautiful, with a golden layer covered with many yellow leaves falling on the ground.

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

When the wind blew, fallen leaves floated on her shoulders from time to time, like butterflies, slowly rolled down.

In the evening park, the sunset reflects the sky, and the sky is dyed with an orange color, which is tempting and beautiful.

The sunset is setting, and the ground is full of dead leaves.

Ye Jiaqi sat down on the bench and read quietly.

The pace here is very slow, and you can see the elderly and children walking from time to time.

Sometimes, leaves will fall on her books.

Xiaoguai sat quietly beside her, sometimes playing by herself, and sometimes sleeping on her tummy.

Maybe the temperature was too comfortable. After watching for a while, Ye Jiaqi's eyelids started fighting.

In sleepyness, sleepiness strikes.

I don't know when it will rain.

At first it was just a drizzle, falling on the leaves little by little, crackling.

Ye Jiaqi held his head and dreamed.

Xiaoguai looked up and saw that it was raining. 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. After a long time, his little head moved and woke up.

Looking around, hey, it's raining?

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

oops.

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

As soon as she moved, Xiaoguai woke up, and a small head popped out of her clothes.

Hey, it's not right.

Why is her clothes not wet?

Ye Jiaqi suddenly looked up and then realized that there was a man standing beside him.

His knuckle-shaped fingers were holding a large black umbrella, with a handsome face, clear edges, deep eyebrows and eyes, and a high nose bridge.

It's clearly the most familiar look.

"When did you come?" Ye Jiaqi's hand in packing things paused, a little embarrassed.

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

The umbrella was impartial, covering her body, and no drop of rain hit her.

But he had signs of dampness on his clothes on his shoulders.

He was not wearing a suit today, and he was wearing a casual gray windbreaker, with a tall figure and handsome eyebrows.

As the drizzle was drizzling, he faded away his coldness and ruthlessness, but he became more peaceful and elegant.

Xiaoguai recognized Qiao Sinian and screamed at him a few times, very happy.

The little guy can no longer remember that Ye Jiaqi told it that Qiao Sinian was a "liar". He only remembers that this person is so beautiful.

It's good to look good, no matter if he is a liar or not.

Seeing that there was no rain falling from her body, Ye Jiaqi lowered her head and put the books into her backpack.

It has been a while since the last meeting.

It seems that he forgot everything.

She probably couldn't mention such an awkward scene even if he remembered it. It was simply a dark history.

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

His eyebrows and eyes are clear, and her smile is sweet.

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

When the wind blew, the dead leaves flew around, and also blew her hair.
Chapter completed!