Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 401 Professor Antique's Belated Rebellious Period 105
"Follow the car in front!"

The driver was surprised: "Are you going to catch rape? Is your boyfriend in front?"

Fu Jiadi couldn't say that he secretly followed his little uncle, ambiguously, staring at the Maybach in front of him.

After the incident on the Internet was exposed, she no longer had the reputation to work as an Internet celebrity.

Her own education is not good, so she can only ask Shi Xiangyou to help her find a job, but everyone around her knows that she is an illegitimate daughter, and they don't treat her well.

Reluctantly staying at Shi's house, people speak lightly.

These people didn't say anything to her on the surface, but Fu Jiadi knew in her heart that they were mocking her behind her back!
Only this little uncle is different, he will not be as arrogant and disdainful as others.

They were related by blood, and Fu Jiadi was eager to find a backer. She could tell that Shi Wei didn't dare to do anything wrong in front of Shi Jingnian. Even his father respected him a little, and his grandfather indulged him the most.

If she can get the other party's favor, she will be able to gain a firm foothold in the Shi family!

The car finally stopped at the gate of Peking University. She watched the man walk in, feeling puzzled, and followed quickly.

Ji Ning'an is now a prospective senior.

She went to the company for an internship in August, and was busy again when she returned to school. Occasionally, when she looked out of the teaching building, she could see the freshmen who were undergoing military training, just like her former self.

Sprinkling sweat in the sun is still young.

She looked at it for a while, and drew down her youth.

Senior year is extremely busy, Ji Ning'an plans to continue her graduate studies and study art, and she has discussed it with her family.

The graduation season is also the breakup season. After all, after entering the society, there will be insurmountable differences in many choices, which will eventually lead to regret.

Evening study room in December.

As time passed, there were very few people, and Ji Ning'an was the last one to leave.

The classroom was quiet, she put down her pen and looked at the night outside the window, walked out of the study room, and closed the door behind her.

"Professor Shi!" In the nearby teaching building, under the dark sky and lit street lights, Ji Ning'an just walked out of the gate when he saw a figure standing not far away.

She was a little surprised and surprised, and walked up to the man, with a soft and soft ending voice: "How long have you been here, why didn't you call me."

She was used to calling him that, and she couldn't correct it no matter how hard she tried.

He is the seventh vice-chairman of the Kyoto Fine Arts Association and a member of the International Fine Arts Association, and he can't be wrongly called a professor.

"Just came." Shi Jingnian said warmly, and handed her the hot milk tea to warm her hands, "Are you tired?"

The self-study room is on the third floor, and one of the few lights is still on. She happened to be sitting by the window, quite conspicuous. Through the light, Shi Jingnian could faintly see her downstairs, and seeing that she was studying seriously, he didn't bother her. People around came and went, she was the last one to come out.

Ji Ning'an tilted her head: "A little bit, but I'm quite happy."

Holding the milk tea in both hands, she walked on the playground with Shi Jingnian.

The road from the teaching building to the girls' dormitory is very short, and walking back and forth is also the same distance, but it took a long time for two people to walk.

The moonlight is silent, and the branches shake.

The evening wind is wrapped in the chill of winter, and the warm milk tea in my hand is snuggled against the palm of my hand. It is warm and warm. After holding it for a long time, the heat spreads to the apex of my heart.

"The weather forecast says...it will snow tomorrow." Ji Ning'an looked ahead and said softly, "I don't know if it's accurate."

She didn't know what kind of mood she was saying these words, the first snowy night three years ago seemed to be just yesterday, a person cried to the point of collapse, choked up to the point where he couldn't make a sound.

The first snow is really bad.

Ji Ning'an used to like winter very much, and also liked watching snow, but since then, she doesn't like going out in winter very much.

Saying these words now, the indescribable stone that had been pressed in my heart for many years finally fell to the ground.

Shi Jingnian paused for a moment, looked into her eyes and said, "It will snow."

"Then what if the weather forecast is inaccurate?"

Ji Ning'an smiled, her steps were much lighter, and she stepped on the dead branches that had not been cleaned up on the ground, making a clicking sound, which seemed to be a bit of a joke, "You actually lied to me with it."

"I'm not lying to you." He smiled, with picturesque eyes, and sent Ji Ning'an downstairs to the girls' dormitory.

"I went upstairs?" Ji Ning'an clasped her hands behind her back, looking at the person standing in front of her.Soft talk.

"Wait, this is for you."

Shi Jingnian put the sketchbook that Lu Lu hadn't handed over to her all this time, and put it in her hand gently and calmly, his movements were somewhat solemn.

The evening wind blew past them, and he pinned a strand of hair behind her ear for her, with a lingering warmth on his fingertips, "Go back."

Ji Ning'an stood still, despite the temperature beside her ears trembling, she saw the white cuffs out of the corner of her eye, and the silver hands on the watch kept moving, spanning the distance of time.

For a short two seconds.

He withdrew his hand.

"what is this……"

Ji Ning'an curiously holds the sketchbook in her hand. It has a wooden case and a simple cover with a silky ancient charm. The texture is very comfortable and it has been well preserved.

Perhaps because of the owner's frequent use, it is also stained with a faint woody fragrance, which smells very good, making people feel at ease and sober.

She subconsciously wanted to open it, but was held down by Leng Bai's fingers.

"Don't stay here, go back and see."

so mysterious?

"Then I really went upstairs." The girl held the sketchbook, her eyes were clean and clear.

Shi Jingnian nodded, and said to her in a pleasant voice, "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Ji Ning'an walked towards the dormitory building, looking back through the blurry night, the man was still standing there, his eyes were deep and firm.

She smiled, and roses bloomed in her eyebrows and eyes for a moment.

dark place.

Fu Jiadi watched that scene in disbelief, her fingernails were embedded in her palms without realizing it, and she staggered against the tree trunk.

What is their relationship? !

She tried to please Shi Jingnian several times, but was rejected by the invisible sense of alienation.

In her impression, this little uncle is always dignified, self-sufficient, calm and indifferent. She has never seen him like this, with the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and a clear smile.

How could this happen, why is it Ji Ning'an? !

Everyone on the Internet is cursing herself, but it is Ji Ning'an who is enjoying herself.

Fu Jiadi was very upset, trying not to let herself think too much, but she still couldn't control her doubts.

Who is Ji Ning'an from Shi Jingnian?

Shi Wei and Ji Ning'an have a good relationship, so it's understandable that they know each other, yes!

Ji Ning'an must rely on this relationship to get close to the other party.

Anyway, she is also from the Shi family, Shi Jingnian's niece, what is Ji Ning'an?Always an outsider! !

Fu Jiadi's heart was filled with unwillingness, and he repeatedly tasted a trace of hatred, and his eyes were filled with the haze of desire that cannot be obtained.

The night is long.

After returning to the dormitory, Ji Ning'an reluctantly coped with all kinds of questioning from her roommate, and carefully placed the sketchbook next to the pillow.

After washing and turning off the lights, I quietly turned on a small desk lamp, sat quietly on the bed, and opened the first page of the sketchbook.

His eyes froze.

(End of this chapter)