Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 16 016: I will die, and you will be forever
"Seeing that you have lost your mind early in the morning, what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Yi recovered from Jiang Chuan's inquiry.

Reaching out to touch the end of her hair, she took out a rubber band and tied it up.

"I think you are distracted, but it doesn't look like nothing," Jiang Chuan responded casually while driving.

Jiang Yi slightly lowered his eyes, knowing that if he didn't say one, two, three, Jiang Chuan would definitely ask.

"I want to cut my hair."

"Hair cut?" Jiang Chuan's tone was high, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"You used to be the most precious of your hair. You always said that your head can be broken and blood can flow, but your hair can't be broken."

Jiang Chuan's surprise is not unreasonable, the Jiang Yi in the past is very different from the Jiang Yi now.

But it was probably because they were too close, and others were suspicious, but only the Jiang family didn't feel it.

"I don't want to stay anymore," Jiang Yi said lightly, with a little disappointment.

Jiang Chuan was afraid that she would be in a bad mood, so he nodded: "It's fine not to stay,"

Jiang Yi could tell that Jiang's family cared more about her than she could understand, but this caring was deliberate.

Deliberately flattering her, deliberately focusing on her.

Jiang Yi put her fingertips together on her knees, and her thumb and index finger alternately peeled off her nails. Her eyes were lowered, making it difficult to see what she was thinking.

Jiang Chuan glanced sideways at her and found nothing unusual.

"I heard from my mother last time that you are interested in international relations?"

Jiang Yi hummed lightly.

"I know a few friends who are all negotiators. I'll take you to meet them later."

Jiang Yi was stunned, and his eyes fell on Jiang Chuan with surprise.

If it is a negotiator, then there should be no negotiator in the capital that she does not know.

Or no matter who should know her name.

"Okay," Jiang Yi looked forward to, looking forward to the day when I saw everyone.

It was as if a headless fly suddenly saw hope.

"But I have to wait for a while. I heard from them a few days ago that a big event happened. I guess they don't have the heart to do this recently."

Jiang Yi nodded: "No hurry."

When he arrived at school, Jiang Yi went to class.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he ran into an acquaintance. When Zuo Fei saw her, his eyes lit up, and he beckoned her to come over.

"Are you there? Did you take French as well?"

Jiang Yi nodded.

"You used to only take art classes," Zuo Fei was very strange, feeling that he knew very little about Jiang Yi, or in other words, she was not the Jiang Yi she used to be.

"Language is the beginning of art," Jiang Yi reached out and took out the textbook and put it on the table, always giving people a faint feeling.

It seems that everything in this world is not as good as her eyes.

Zuo Fei stared at Jiang Yi for a while, then smiled: "Will you go to the college party tonight?"

Jiang Yi was slightly stunned, thinking of something, shook his head: "I won't go."

She was almost drugged when she went to a party last time. She still goes?
I don't know what the situation is now, so how dare I act privately?

Zuo Fei wanted to say something, but stopped talking when he saw Jiang Yi holding a book and looking like he was about to start class.

In a French class, the professor spoke in high spirits.

Jiang Yi sat under the stage, turning the pages of the book from time to time, and looking at the information in front of him from time to time.

On the blackboard, the ppt was converted, and the professor looked around: "Which student can translate this sentence on the blackboard."

Jiang Yi looked up at the blackboard, his pupils shrinking slightly.

This scene is so familiar,

Once upon a time, it was the same sentence. The professor asked someone to answer. She had a dispute with someone in class.

That was when he was young, but the current Jiang Yi is no longer the same Jiang Yi who hadn't left school before.

She looked at the blackboard, suppressed the shock in her eyes, and slowly raised her hand.

"Tell me," the professor called names.

Jiang Yi stood up slowly: "I will pass away, but you will last forever."

The professor's astonished eyes fell on Jiang Yi, and the astonishment in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"Student has stayed in France?"

Jiang Yi shook his head slowly.

"Then you must have a unique insight into country Z's culture," the professor seemed to have discovered a new continent.

Jiang Yi shook his head again: "It's not an opinion, I can only say that I like it."

"what's your name?"

Jiang Yi's thin lips moved slightly, and only he knew the trembling sensation in his body.

"Jiang" she was silent for a second: "Yi."

When the professor heard the name, the surprise in his eyes became stronger and stronger: "Your surname is also Jiang? Then do you know the international negotiator Jiang Fu?"

Jiang Yi's heart trembled. She died, but everyone remembered her in their own way.

"heard about it."

Her tone was neither light nor slow, as if she was talking about other people's affairs.

The professor seemed to think of something, and was silent for half a minute, then raised his hand and pressed the button in the air, telling Jiang Yi to sit down.

Just when everyone thought he was about to tell some story, he sighed and stopped abruptly.

Jiang Yi sat down and lowered her head so that people could not see her emotions clearly.

"Teacher, are you talking about our senior sister, Jiang Fu, the chief negotiator of the Negotiation Institute?"

Among the teachers, someone seemed to have heard of Jiang Fu's name, so he asked.

The professor nodded.

The doubts of the students have not yet been resolved, and the get out of class bell rang.

The teacher said something and left after class, giving people the feeling of fleeing in a hurry.

Jiang Yi sat in the classroom by the window, looking out of the window in a daze.

My thoughts drifted back to many years ago, when Capital University did not have so many tall buildings.

Over the past few years, several high-rise buildings have been erected intermittently.

Because of her busy work, how many years has she not come back to see these teachers?
Probably a long time.

But even after so long, her mentors still remember her.

"Jiang Yi." Zuo Fei's voice brought her back to her thoughts.

"get out of class has ended."

Jiang Yi hummed, packed her things and prepared to leave.

"Jiang Yi." Zuo Fei didn't seem to expect Jiang Yi's footsteps to be so fast, and hurried to catch up.

Jiang Yi stopped when she heard his voice, and turned her head to look at him slowly: "Zuo Fei, I was the one who offended before, but now, I hope we can keep a distance, don't you see that there are many people around us looking at us ?”

Embarrassment flashed across Zuo Fei's face, and then he saw someone around them taking pictures of them with their mobile phones.

Jiang Yi glanced at him, turned around and left.

And Zuo Fei, watching her leave, moved his toes slightly.

A few seconds later, he hurried over with the book in his arms, and reached out to grab Jiang Yi's arm: "Didn't you say that? Other people's eyes are other people's eyes, why should we care?"

"Besides, you and I have a clear conscience, don't we?"

The love of young people is beautiful, even if they sit together without saying anything, the feeling of being far and near is enough to drive those uncles and aunts crazy.

And Jiang Yi, if it was in his previous life, he might also be one of those crazy people.

She looked at Zuo Fei and was silent for a while.

Just as she was about to say something, suddenly, a horn at the entrance of the teaching building attracted her attention.

(End of this chapter)