The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Qi Dahong's eyes were like torches, as if he could see through everything. "What else do you want to know? You still want to know where you came from, right?"

Jiang Furong's face turned pale, and her voice began to drift: "Ah, yes."

Actually, she has only been in this era for a year, but she feels as if she has been here for a long time, so long that she has forgotten her original life.

When Qi Dahong asked this question, Jiang Furong vaguely recalled the past and the time when she was immersed in work all day long.

Only work, no life.

We can only move forward, not backward.

You can only surpass, not be surpassed.

In the original world, Jiang Furong, who pursued perfection, should have been dead, right?

Only when you die will your soul leave, right?

Colleagues returned to the office after celebrating

I found that she was sleeping so soundly that I didn't dare to disturb her.

The assistant asked her to sign the document

The assistant found that she was dead

The assistant called an ambulance for her.

The assistant methodically helped her notify her family, issue an obituary, and arrange the funeral...

At her funeral, all those people who had single-line contact suddenly appeared.

Her boss gave her a eulogy that was solemn and sad.

When he left, he immediately changed his expression and told his secretary to ask the person in charge of taking over the project to come for an interview as soon as possible.

Her assistant was calm and indifferent.

After years of training, her most trusted assistant has become just like her, having long since washed away all concerns about human nature, with only efficiency and effectiveness in mind.

Her team members were all indifferent.

Now that she was gone, the team disbanded on the spot. Some of them were secretly happy that their transfer to another department was not due to personal ability issues, and some had already contacted their next employer privately.

Her parents brought their remarried children with them, but they did not bring them to commemorate her, but to help divide her inheritance.

Those two resentful couple who had been clamoring for divorce as soon as the child was born before she was even born, when she went to ask for living expenses, she had to go separately with the court judgment...

The three of them reunited at her funeral, and the two tools had another big fight when they met.

...The world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit; the world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit...

People gather because of profit and disperse because of no profit.

Many images flashed before Jiang Furong's eyes at the same time, making her even more dazed.

"Well, you young people just want to know these random things." Qi Dahong, an atheist, said seriously:

"Who cares what you were like before you were born, or what you'll be like after you die? As long as we're alive, we only care about what we are like now and how we want to live!"

Qi Dahong's voice was full of energy, making Jiang Furong's ears buzz and bringing her back to reality from her daze: "What's past is past?"

Qi Dahong smiled and nodded: "You don't let the past go, and you still want to look for the sword on the boat? Will it be useful?"

Jiang Furong was unable to react for a moment: "I carved a boat to look for a sword?"

"Look, you've been distracted while talking. Xiao Liu was right to ask you to practice calligraphy. Practicing calligraphy is practicing Qi..."

Qi Dahong spoke at length about the benefits of calligraphy, concluding, "If I hadn't practiced calligraphy, I would have met Marx long ago!"

Jiang Furong was so excited by these words: "Uncle Qi, when should I start learning?"

But Qi Dahong was in no hurry to teach him calligraphy: "You have to practice standing still first. Once you have the confidence, you can start practicing the basic skills of calligraphy. Otherwise, you won't know how to start or finish writing."

The foundation is the most important. Jiang Furong understood this and immediately asked how to stand in a stance.

She knew that to learn real skills, those terms and nouns must not have literal meanings.

Qi Dahong demonstrated and explained the key points, constantly adding future effects: "If you build up your confidence and then regain your spirit, you will be able to practice calligraphy faster. If you write well, you will also be able to do your work with ease."

Jiang Furong heard the key point and took her soul back!

Is the soul that was retrieved the original owner's?

So what about her? Leave? Or stay?