Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 16 016: I will pass away, but you will live forever

   "Seeing that you've lost your mind early in the morning, what are you thinking?"

   "Nothing," Jiang Yi came to his senses amid Jiang Chuan's inquiry.

   Reached out and touched the end of the hair, took out a rubber band and tied it up.

   "I think you're absent-minded, but it doesn't look like nothing," Jiang Chuan responded casually while driving.

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

   "I want to cut my hair."

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

   "You used to be the most precious of your hair. You often 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 previous Jiang Yi is very different from the current Jiang Yi.

  But most likely because they are too close, others are suspicious, but the Jiang family has never felt 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 see that the Jiang 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 hard to see what she was thinking.

  Jiang Chuan glanced sideways at her, but didn't notice anything 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 taken aback, 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 seeing everyone.

  Like 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 rush."

  Arrived at school, Jiang Yi went to class.

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

   "Are you there too? Did you take French as an elective?"

  Jiang Yi nodded.

   "You used to only take art classes," Zuo Fei was very surprised, 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 almost got drugged when she went to a party last time. She still goes?

   Now that I don't know what the situation is, 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 shrunk.

  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. The two fought and debated, so they became famous.

  That was when she 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.

   "Say," the professor called by name.

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

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

   "Have you ever 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 some new continent.

  Jiang Yi shook his head again: "I don't count opinions, 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 feeling in his body.

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

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

  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.

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

  When everyone thought he was going 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.

  Professor nodded.

  The doubts of the students have not yet been solved, 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 the window in a daze.

  My thoughts drifted back to many years ago, when Capital University didn’t have so many tall buildings.

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

  Because she is busy with work, how many years has she not come back to see these teachers?

   Probably a long time ago.

   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, so he 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 our 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 walked over with the book in his arms, and reached out to hold Jiang Yi's arm: "Didn't you say that? Other people's eyes are other people's eyes, why should we care?"

   "Furthermore, 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.

  As for 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)