Last time I accidentally touched Teacher Jiang's clothes, helped her pick them up, and she asked someone to throw them away in front of me.

As a result, the weather suddenly changed in the afternoon, and cold air rushed south.

She caught a cold and then developed pneumonia, and didn't come to school for a month.

But once she recovered, she became best friends with my mom.

My mom was pleasantly surprised and responded to her with great enthusiasm.

According to Teacher Jiang, she completely changed her style from head to toe.

During morning exercises, I saw her wearing a tight pink sweater, a super short A-line denim skirt, paired with bulky black fleece leggings, and I felt dizzy.

This way of dressing was far less elegant and comfortable than before, and it simply didn't suit her appearance and age.

Many teachers and students glanced sideways, but she just flipped her bangs, completely unaware.

As for Teacher Jiang, she still wore a white wool turtleneck sweater, narrow straight-leg pants tucked into short boots, paired with a well-tailored camel coat.

Her new style was completely opposite to my mom's.

It's as if my mom has been enchanted by her...

On the weekend, Teacher Jiang came to visit our house.

Dad welcomed her with a smile and found many things to talk about.

But his smile soon faltered.

He quickly used smoking as an excuse to escape to the yard.

Guided by my mom, Teacher Jiang carefully examined the inside and outside of the small villa.

This house was bought when my grandparents were still alive.

Listening to my mom's introduction, a layer of mocking fake smile appeared on her face.

Mom went to the kitchen to bring out the silver ear soup.

Teacher Jiang walked into the yard and stood side by side with dad.

She softly said, "Where is the osmanthus tree, where did it go?"

Dad scratched his head and said, "The osmanthus... oh, no, Little Nian Mom, she doesn't like the smell of osmanthus, says it makes her dizzy, so she dug it up and took it away."

Teacher Jiang widened her eyes, seeming very shocked.

Dad hurriedly explained, "It wasn't thrown away randomly, it was planted in the flower bed of the former primary school, blooming very well, it bloomed twice last year, very fragrant."

Teacher Jiang smiled and glanced at him, then sighed softly with a hint of melancholy.

Mom brought the silver ear soup and called out, "Teacher Jiang, come and taste the soup I stewed, I added a lot of honey.

It's very good honey, costs several hundred yuan per kilogram."

A look of disdain flashed simultaneously on dad and Teacher Jiang's faces.

As if silently communicating, what's so great about honey that it's worth making a fuss over.

Something stuck in my mind.

Thinking and thinking, I remembered why dad paused midway and called mom "Little Nian Mom."

If mom heard this title, she would be stunned.

Since Teacher Jiang appeared, everything has become strange.

I faintly feel that something is about to happen.