Zhu Li was incredulous: "You still expect her to inherit your mantle? But she's so bad now, do you still believe her?"

Zheng Yuxi's eyes were always warm and shining: "Yes, she is a very good child, you don't know her well enough."

Zhu Li took off her apron: "I really don't want to understand, I thought you invited her to the house for dinner, just to catch up with the old relationship, but if you still want to hand over the mantle to her now, I really can't understand."

Zhu Li bowed slightly at Zheng Yuxi, but picked up her bag and left: "I'm sorry teacher, I can't agree with your decision."

She has followed the teacher for more than 30 years, and she has never heard a sentence that she can inherit the mantle of the teacher, but the girl's current level is so bad, why should she?

Is it because of her infallible singing, or because she doesn't have a heart for vocal music at all?

Zhu Li was a little sour for a moment.

She had never received such affirmation.

When she saw the teacher's love and care for this child, which was completely different from that of herself, she actually felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Who knew that this child would give up vocal music directly later, she thought that the teacher had been hit and should wake up, but she didn't expect to be obsessed.

Right Fanshuang ran upstairs and passed by Zhu Li.

Zheng Yuxi wiped her tears, and when she heard the doorbell ringing, she hurried to open the door.

Right Fanshuang stood at the door, smiling: "Teacher, I'm here."

Zheng Yuxi had mixed feelings in his heart, but he could only suppress his choked throat and said softly, "Come in."

Right Fanshuang went in, saw that there was still a fire on Zheng Yuxi's stove, put down the things he brought, rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen: "Teacher, you sit, I'll come."

Zheng Yuxi didn't have time to stop it, and You Fanshuang still ran into the kitchen.

Zheng Yuxi walked into the kitchen and pulled the corner of her clothes: "Teacher, come on."

You Fanshuang helped Zheng Yuxi out: "I'm twenty years old now, I can cook for a long time, and I won't mess up the teacher's kitchen like before, don't worry!"

Zheng Yuxi smiled helplessly and lovingly: "Okay, good..."

"Then let the teacher see if there is any progress."

Right Fanshuang smiled, "Of course there is!"

Right Fanshuang was tinkering in the kitchen for a while, and Zheng Yuxi still wanted to stand up and take a look, but saw that Right Fanshuang was skillful in stir-frying.

She couldn't help but look twice.

This kid...

Alas.

When she first met this child, she felt a sense of déjà vu, as if she had already known this child.

Later, after thinking about it for a long time, I remembered that this child probably had some resemblance to his talented little junior sister.

It's not that they look alike, but that the voice and the confidence when singing are exactly the same as the little sister.

It's a pity, because when I was young, I was young and vigorous, and no one let anyone, competing for opportunities and resources.

That sense of familiarity made her feel extra pity for the child.

And this child's talent is equally amazing, even no less than the little junior sister.

Back then, she squeezed her little sister down, got the opportunity to perform abroad, and became famous.

But in fact, she sang the song prepared by the little sister.

Because of this, she always felt ashamed of her little junior sister, and every time she heard this child singing, she seemed to hear the voice of her younger sister.

Closing your eyes is like going back to when you were young, when you practiced with your little sister.

She took away the key opportunity of the little junior sister, which caused the little junior sister to only reach this height for the rest of her life, and later she could only stay in China to teach.

She has been ashamed of the little junior sister all her life, at that time she used a relatively unfair method to compete, after the little junior sister knew, that angry, indifferent, alienated eyes, standing at the door of the practice room and looking at her fixedly, but not saying a word, lingered in her memory for many years.

Then, the little sister turned around and left.

Therefore, she did not want to live up to another voice like this.

And Frost is a person who works extremely hard in addition to his talent.

When she was thirteen years old, she could easily reach the level of control of the voice of a professional vocal student in her twenties, and she only needed to listen to it once to learn the skills that others could learn eighty percent, and even where she didn't say it, Fanshuang could still learn it without a teacher. After three years of hard training, she has already surpassed most graduate students.

also made Zheng Yuxi more and more aware of how terrible her talent was, if it weren't for her blocking Deng Hualian's way, it would be Deng Hualian who is now internationally famous, and maybe she would even achieve a higher height than herself.

Fanshuang's voice is exactly the same as when Deng Hualian was a child.

So when Fanshuang gave up the assessment of Yigao, she was furious for the first time, and she had never been so angry.

She desperately wanted to let this child go up and stop regretting it like Deng Hualian back then, but she didn't expect that no one else would come to snatch the opportunity of Frost, but she gave up by herself.

She desperately wanted to give all the opportunities and all the resources to this child, but this child gave up all of them, wasting extremely high talent.

It wasn't until Fanshuang's aunt came to the door with a gift to apologize that she knew that the child was suffering from a very serious mental illness and had no way to continue studying.

But that feeling of regret is even more profound, not only because of Deng Hualian, but also because this child was brought out by her, and she earnestly hopes that this child can have a good ending.

But I didn't expect that I would die halfway through, and there was no way to stand on a higher stage.

Right Fanshuang came out with the dishes and found that the teacher was looking at her from behind, with tears in his eyes.

Right Fanshuang hurriedly put down the dish: "Teacher?"

Zheng Yuxi came back to his senses and wiped his tears with the back of his hand before turning around: "The teacher is fine, I am very relieved to see you grow up healthily."

Although she no longer studies vocal music, this child undoubtedly has a bright future.

Born in politics and law at the National University, how can you live a good life.

Right Fanshuang had mixed feelings in his heart, but more of them were moved.

After so many years, the teacher is still here, she never thought that she could eat at the same table with the teacher, she thought that the teacher would never forgive her for the rest of her life.

Her nose was sour, but she tried to smile and said, "Teacher, come and taste the food I cooked, it must be much better than before."

Zheng Yuxi nodded with tears in his eyes: "Okay."

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Ju Mang went upstairs to look for Right Fanshuang but didn't find it, and took the initiative to talk to Zhou Shanye: "Didn't Frost come today?"

When she came today, she had obviously seen Frost's figure coming at the elevator entrance on the first floor, but the elevator door opened quickly, and she didn't see it clearly.

Zhou Xiye took a sip of hot cocoa, and said inexplicably, "It's here."

She got up and saw that the right Fanshuang was not there, Zhou Shanye said embarrassedly: "I didn't pay attention to it, just now she said that she was copying something, I thought she would stay here."

Ju Mang scratched his head: "Is she wearing a short pink dress?"

Zhou Shanye nodded, a little embarrassed but envious: "She looks good in a pink short skirt today."

Usually I feel like a cold beauty, but I can live in it when I'm cute.

Ju Mang also smiled: "I also think she looks good in a short skirt, but unfortunately my legs are not good-looking, so I can't wear it like her."

Zhou Shanye glanced at Ju Mang's legs in jeans.

The leg shape is straight and slender.

Zhou Shanye couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Are all beauties so modest...