131. Helpline = Yang Yi’s phone number

Even if Yang Yi is a reborn person, he could not predict everything. For example, Su Wan, a girl whose fate has changed, if her fate trajectory continues like this, will she finally be able to take the throne of tens of thousands of people bow to her?

But if there really is one day when she stands at the peak of glory and looks back at the past and finds that when she first, the two followers around her are crazy and the other are fools, would it make people feel moved and laughed and cry?

Yang Yi didn't know, Rogo didn't know. Fatty was just curious for a long time, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally went back to Siyue on the way back to Siyue. While observing the carefree Gundam from the rearview mirror, hesitated and asked the boy: "This child, have you plotted against him from the beginning? Since Gao Dexi was trapped?"

"yes."

When Rogo heard Yang Yi's affirmative answer, his face remained unchanged, but the car was very uncoordinated and had a slight shift.

"Driving well!" Yang Yi shook his head helplessly: "Do you think I am such a cruel person. If I provoke me, I will catch other people's children to pay off the debt?"

Rogo looked at him suspiciously, with a look of "not sure".

"Actually, after listening to the origin of the drawings used to slander us, I thought of this question. But first I want to explain one thing, even if...it's just that even if Gundam's paintings have no value, I will still propose to take care of this child for a year. The time is not very long. Since I have encountered it, it's still a kind of fate."

After Yang Yi finished speaking lightly, he glanced at Rogo again, and then turned his head. The Gundam on the back seat had already fallen and fell asleep.

In fact, there is another reason that he has not said, because he has also seen Su Wan's past drawings, which are also messy papers of land characters, compositions, math books, and yellowed art books. The stapler has laid a thick stack, all of which are the basic brushwork of Chinese paintings, as well as simple flowers, birds, landscapes.

Maybe, it’s just the so-called love for the house and the U.S. If Su Wan had no persistence in painting, would he still sympathize with this child?

However, after listening to Yang Yi's explanation, Fat President looked at the boy seriously after thinking for a long time, and nodded: "I believe this."

"It's not okay if you don't believe it. We are all accomplices on a pirate ship!"

The fat president said contemptuously: "What kind of accomplices? It sounds so ugly. Are we comrades okay?"

But I didn't expect that one sentence angered Yang Yi just now: "You are a comrade, you have been a comrade for the rest of your life, and you have been a comrade for three lifetimes and seven lifetimes."

áo disease!

The fat man was stunned for a long time, and finally he could only sum up this sentence.

...

I wanted to track the issue of book purchase yesterday, but was interrupted by Shen Songzhi and wandered over for most of the day. When Yang Yi remembered today and was about to go and take a look, he received another unexpected call.

"Hey? Yang Yi! It's me, Jiang Nan." The girl's voice seemed a little confused under the influence of the electric current. The tone was extremely anxious, but Yang Yi captured it clearly.

This deputy squad leader, who was so rebellious that he was almost wild, usually either talked softly or was unparalleled. He rarely saw her in a confused tone like now. This abnormality immediately made Yang Yi confused.

"Huh? What's wrong?" As he said, he stretched out his feet to his slippers.

The girl there seemed to hesitate for a moment: "My dad, I don't know what happened yesterday. I just drank alone after I got home, and I haven't gotten up until now."

"Ah! Something happened to Uncle Jiang? Then you should call 120! Is it alcohol poisoning or something?" Yang Yi's heart immediately tightened slightly. The middle-aged man with a very old-fashioned literary temperament was the first mentor after he was reborn, and he gave him great help.

Although this help may contain some exchange components and some disregard for it, it is a real help for Yang Yi.

Not to mention the subsequent series of events, their familiarity with each other increased rapidly, and they even used his hand to help fiddle with some things that were considered to be fake.

So now he suddenly heard that something happened to Jiang Jianmo was still very worried.

However, after Yang Yi's concern reached Jiang Nan, it caused the girl to snort, and then she raised her voice and angrily: "What do you mean? Are you cursing my dad? I mean he hasn't gotten up to work yet! He is not emotionally right."

Yang Yi was stunned. When did this girl only speak halfway? She caused others to misunderstand, and in the end she was cursing.

But now it is obviously not the time to defend himself. Yang Yi sorted out his thoughts: "You mean, Uncle Jiang drank wine last night and hasn't gotten up yet today?"

After looking at the alarm clock on his head with a calendar on it, Yang Yi said speechlessly: "This... it seems like it's Saturday, right?"

"What do you know?" A nice voice came. Yang Yi could imagine that the girl must be a little angry there. I wonder if the ponytail was also leaping dazzlingly.

"On Saturday, my dad always had to work overtime, which is the routine. Uncle Tang just waited downstairs for a long time."

Uh... If your dad has a problem, you should care about him! Yang Yi turned over and got out of bed helplessly. Since Jiang Jianmo was not in danger of life, he became careless.

How could a municipal party secretary not have any headaches and worries? You can’t even be his daughter in this kind of problem. What’s the point of being an outsider?

Or do you really think of yourself as your intimate sister?

However, Yang Yi didn't dare to say this in front of Jiang Nan, so he whispered a little in his heart, and then sighed: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean? If you don't know, guess slowly. If you can't guess, just die."

Then an extremely violent clicking sound came from his ears, followed by a beeping blind sound. Yang Yi was stunned for laughter and crying at the time in his hand.

Is the gentle ginger silhouette on the other end of the phone still like a leisurely flower shining on the water?

It seems that things are a bit big.

Thinking of this, Yang did not hesitate and got up to wash. After finishing his rinse, he hurriedly poured down a bowl of lotus seed soup that his mother cooked last night, picked up the steaming vegetable and meat buns, and walked out of the room.

...

On Saturday morning, the traffic was not crowded at all. Just half an hour later, Yang Yi arrived at Su Wan's door. The girl was sitting silently on the bench at the door, with two or three messy cigarette butts under her feet.

Seeing Yang Yi's frown, a hint of joy flashed in Jiang Nan's eyes. He seemed to have not heard of Yang Yi's question of "Why are you sitting outside" and "Smoking again? You're not afraid of others seeing it." Instead, his nose twitched slightly, looking around Yang Yi like a cat: "Culture and meat buns! Auntie's vegetable and meat buns, take it out quickly!"

There was nothing to do with this woman. Yang Yi pulled out an oil paper bag from his shoulder bag, shook his head and handed it over: "Take it to the kitchen and let Aunt Huang heat it up in the steamer."

"Aunt Huang is on holiday today, otherwise I would be here..." Jiang Nanying smiled, her eyes falling on those scattered cigarette butts, the attitude of an extremely ladylike family, but what she said was an incident that was enough to cause most people to collapse.

When the two entered the room, Jiang Nan was always unfamiliar with the kitchen. Yang Yi even doubted whether she knew where the bowls and chopsticks were placed. So the problem of hot buns fell on the boy's head without hesitation.

As for Jiang Nan, her task is to wake up her hangover father.

At the dinner table in the morning, Jiang Jianmo was undoubtedly a little embarrassed. Not only did he drink all night, he had to work hard for his daughter the next day. His daughter's classmates arranged breakfast, which made him, a secretary, put his face.

Fortunately, Yang Yi is also an acquaintance. After a few gossips of Jiang Jianmo, the restraint that started the topic slowly disappeared.

"Why did you think of coming here to see your Uncle Jiang today?" Jiang Jianmo bit off most of the bun and praised Yang Yi's mother's skills. He seemed to be asking Yang Yi indirectly, but in fact his eyes had turned to Jiang Nan's face.

If you still don’t know it’s your daughter’s hands, then Jiang Jianmo should not be in the political arena.

"Your good daughter is worried, I'm afraid that my uncle will feel uncomfortable if he drinks too much. Isn't that..."

Although Jiang Jianmo knew it was his daughter's kindness, he couldn't help but look at Jiang Nan, who was a little embarrassed and annoyed, after hearing Yang Yi say this.

I remember when I first returned to Yuezhou, my daughter's attitude towards her seemed extremely obedient on the surface, but as long as she left her sight, she would always vent her inner dissatisfaction behind her back.

Like all children who cannot get enough affection, their inner world is yin and weird.

But now, my daughter has begun to take the initiative to care about her situation! Just like now, although she has not said it clearly, the feelings she reveals are clear.

After nearly ten months, Jiang Jianmo finally looked forward to the day when the cracks between father and daughter were repaired. Thinking about it, it seemed that his small career was not a big deal.

After enjoying the warmth of the family affection of a woman and her daughter's coquettish look, Jiang Jianmo also remembered the little benefactor beside him. Although Yang Yi never said anything and Jiang Nan didn't say anything, Jiang Jianmo was sure that the gradual change in his daughter's attitude towards him was inevitable.

"It's really my fault to make you two children worry!" So far, Jiang Jianmo's inner depression was finally wiped out, and he laughed happily: "Actually, there is nothing big, it's just that his work is a bit unhappy, and he was just a few words from the provincial leaders."

Jiang Jianmo knew very well about Yang Yi's ability. Even the report he had just prepared was inspired by Yang Yi, so he naturally talked about these things in front of the boy.

As for his daughter, the municipal party secretary even deliberately said that he wanted to mention his work at this time. After all, their family is not an ordinary family, and it is beneficial and harmless for children to come into contact with these things early.

Moreover, after such a long time of getting along, Jiang Jianmo had long understood his daughter's personality. He was definitely not like ordinary children. Whenever he heard any rumors from his parents, he would show off his friends and classmates.

According to his secretary Gao, from leaders to students, few people know that Jiang Nan is the daughter of the municipal party secretary.

"What's the matter in the province?" Yang Yi did not pretend to be a pretentious person. Jiang Jianmo was willing to trust him and knew that he was not an ordinary child. He naturally repaid his favor. And how could Secretary Jiang have to drink to drown his sorrows? How could he just say a few words: "Is there no big tree behind Uncle Jiang that can stand? Otherwise, how could there be someone..."

"Not not. Since I have returned to Jiangnan Province, I naturally have arrangements." Jiang Jianmo smiled when he heard this. He really didn't understand. Yang Yi was obviously a middle school student, so how could he be so clear about political traits.

But since this is not the first time he talks about these topics with Yang Yi, he naturally won’t hide his mind and be wary. He told all the questions he could tell: “This time, Uncle Jiang made a little more noise, and some people couldn’t sit still.”

The noise caused was a little bigger? Yang Yi was moved in his heart. Could it be some of the issues he mentioned when he met last time? At this stage, only the market-oriented reform of state-owned enterprises and the financial crisis can be regarded as a big change.

However, the countermeasures I revealed were correct. Those policies were not imagined out of thin air, but the suggestions and summary of the think tank of the State Council Research Office afterwards were published in the central newspaper and were borrowed by Yang Yi casually.

Then what is Jiang Jianmo still worried about?

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