In the hot midsummer, cicadas are noisy.

In the basketball hall, the teenagers were sweating freely, their cheeks were flushed and they were steaming.

Xu Chaoyang would go back to the basket from time to time, pick up his phone and take a look, edit the information, and smile on his lips.

Jing Chi made a three-point layup and the ball fell to Xu Chaoyang, and he was unaware of it.

"Can you still fight? Can you be serious?"

Xu Chaoyang didn't raise his head and said, "I'll reply to the message to Chu Zhao."

Jing Chi's shooting hand suddenly paused. The ball moved far away from the basket and fell to the edge of the rebound. Then he quickly picked up the ball, turned around and looked at him, and asked casually: "Do you often contact me recently?"

"It's a little more than before..." Xu Chaoyang smiled and felt very worthy of beating.

Jing Chi unscrewed the mineral water bottle, raised his head and took a sip, and did not ask any further questions.

This is actually quite good. Didn’t his purpose at the beginning be to match the two of them? Now that the mission has been successfully completed, she will be happy in the future. Xu Chaoyang is a trustworthy boy.

He could even imagine the happy and sweet love life of two little fools together.

The slight and dense pain came from his heart, he breathed deeply and irritatedly knocked down a bottle of mineral water beside him.

"Hold."

During the break when Xu Chaoyang sent a text message, he looked up at him: "What are you doing?"

"I want to beat you up."

Xu Chaoyang frowned and said inexplicably: "You are crazy."

Bo Yan's cell phone rang. He wiped his face with a towel on his shoulder, answered the phone, said a few words, and turned around and said he was leaving.

Xu Chaoyang asked: "Is Jin Xi looking for it again?"

"Old man, let me go to dinner tonight and leave first." Bo Yan picked up his black backpack and turned around and left the basketball hall.

...

Bo Yan went home to take a shower, then rode his bicycle to the old house in Siheyuan. The bicycle was borrowed by him from his elder brother-in-law Shen Pingchuan. At night, the temperature dropped, so he took Jin Xi to the riverside for a ride and watch the sunset.

Thick sycamore trees are planted on both sides of the spacious road around the courtyard, with lush branches and leaves covering the sky and the sun. The temperature is much lower than that of other places and is very cool.

The four-way mansion in B City is very rare. Even if you have money, you can’t buy such a spacious, spacious house with two in and two out. The status of the people who can live here will not be too low.

Bo Yan pushed the bicycle into the house and smelled the warm smell of the meal.

He parked the car by the old well, and at this moment, a clear female voice came from the inner room: "Are you back?"

Bo Yan turned around and saw a girl in a T-shirt and jeans holding a dining plate, standing by the door and looking at him.

The girl has a handsome facial features and clear eyes, but her skin is a little dark, and she is as tall as Jin Xi.

There are only grandparents at home on weekdays, and at most, there are aunts who help the chef. How could there be an extra girl in vain?

"Who are you?"

Bo Yan stopped the bicycle steadily, looked back and forth, almost thinking that he had gone to the wrong place.

At this time, grandpa walked over from the side room with his pipe and introduced: "This is your sister Xiaoyuan."

Bo Yan couldn't remember that he had such a sister, but he just thought he was a relative of his grandfather's family. He nodded politely to her: "Hello, Bo Yan."

Yang Xiaoyuan looked at Bo Yan and her face turned red without realizing it.

His facial features are handsome but not kind. His upward phoenix eyes are a bit aggressive. The first impression he gives is that he is cold and not easy to approach.

She didn't dare to look at him, and looked to the side and whispered: "This is Brother Bo Yan, I heard Grandpa Bo talk about you a lot this afternoon."

Bo Yan responded casually and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to help my grandma."

"Go." The old man blew up the ashes by the tree.

Bo Yan rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen. Grandma tied her waist and was putting a plate of vegetables into the pot. When she turned around, she saw her grandson coming, and her eyes were wrinkled and curled with smiles.

"Boy, go out with the guests, what are you doing here?"

"Are you a relative at home? Why haven't I seen him before?"

"Grandpa didn't introduce you?"

"No."

Bo Yan also tied himself an apron and came to help.

"Yes, it's hard to say much in front of people." Grandma stir-frying vegetables and whispered: "Yang Xiaoyuan is a poor girl sponsored by your grandfather. She has been very successful since elementary school. Until now she was admitted to university, your grandfather is very happy. Today she went to the train station to pick her up at home, let her live, and wait for school to start."

"I see."

Bo Yan turned on the faucet, washed the two carrots, and took them to the chopping board to slice them.

Not long after, grandpa also went into the kitchen and said to Bo Yan: "Go out to accompany the guests. Xiaoyuan was admitted to B-U this year and was in the same school as you. You talked to her about university."

Bo Yan turned around and said, "Save it to eat later and said, "I'm not familiar with her, and now I'm going out to stare at her, which is awkward."

Mr. Bo knew that his grandson had such a personality, he was indifferent and cold, and it was difficult to get along with others, especially girls.

However, he couldn't help but reminded: "Xiaoyuan is promising, and she is still the top scorer in the liberal arts in their county this year. Do you know if you help her in the school to take care of her?"

Bo Yan joked: "That won't work. If I have a girlfriend, I will be jealous if I take care of other girls."

Mr. Bo was choked by him, and reached out and pressed the back of his head, and said angrily: "You little brat, just talk nonsense, just treat Xiaoyuan as your sister!"

"Xiao Yan knew what his temperament is. Don't you know? OK, okay, go out, don't let the girl's house be embarrassed by the room alone." Grandma impatiently pushed the old man out.

Old Master Bo left the kitchen, and grandma asked Bo Yan in a soft voice: "How old is your girlfriend?"

"I'm less than nineteen years old." Bo Yan put the carrot slices into the bowl, his eyebrows and eyes looked very gentle: "It's my junior school girl."

"So small."

"yes."

"Then will she take care of people?"

Bo Yan's long and fair fingertips were covered with wet water, and he said with a smile: "Since my childhood, my brother is in love, he is just a little bitch, how can I take care of people? I'm almost the same as taking care of her."

Grandma took the plate and sighed: "Your parents left early, and your grandfather and I are old. I just hope that there will be someone who knows Leng and I will be with you in the future. That's better."

Bo Yan knew that grandma was caring for him, so he gently pressed grandma's shoulder and half coaxed him, "Don't worry about it, she can understand me as much as I like."

In this world, it is not easy to find a person who is close to you.

With just this sentence, grandma stopped talking.

During the meal, Yang Xiaoyuan was very obedient and cautious, and she didn't even dare to cut off her meat. She just lowered her head to chop off the white rice and vegetables. She relied on her grandmother sitting beside her to pick up chicken leg meat for her and took care of her to eat more.

Mr. Bo asked Bo Yan to tell her about college affairs. Bo Yan said a few casually, "What is the study depends on independence, spend more time in the library, be targeted when choosing books, etc....

These words were some key points mentioned by Chen Pingchuan as a student union officer in his speech at the start of the school year, which allowed him to learn and use it.

However, Yang Xiaoyuan listened very seriously. When he was speaking, she stared at him intently, as if she was afraid that she would accidentally miss some proverbs and philosophy.

This made Bo Yan feel uncomfortable.

"What major are you applying for?" he asked casually.

"It's Chinese language and literature."

When Bo Yan heard this, he felt a little bit of spirit: "This is a good major."

Yang Xiaoyuan's cheeks flushed slightly: "Does Brother Bo Yan know this major?"

"My girlfriend also read this."

Yang Xiaoyuan looked up in surprise and saw that his eyes were lit.

I think... it's not professional, it's a girlfriend.

Mr. Bo joked with him: "I had a girlfriend, and I wanted to let the whole world know about it."

Yang Xiaoyuan didn't know what to say, but just listened to the old man's words and smiled politely.

After dinner, Yang Xiaoyuan helped Bo Yan clean up the dishes, but Bo Yan refused and said, "You are a guest, so you don't have to do these."

"Men's failure to do these housework, so I'll do it."

“Where are the rules.”

Bo Yan raised the corners of his mouth lightly: "I have a friend who is good at housework, knows how to cook, and makes jujube tea. Recently, he helped his sister wash socks. According to you, he doesn't look like a man?"

When Yang Xiaoyuan heard this, she pursed her purple-red lips and lowered her head.

Grandma knew that Yang Xiaoyuan was sensitive and her grandson was used to making jokes with others, so she could just talk and had no other meaning.

She was afraid that Yang Xiaoyuan would be too concerned, so she changed the topic: "Xiaoyuan, what book did you say you wanted to buy?"

"Oh, it's a collection of poems by Tsangyang Gyatso."

Grandma didn't understand this very much, so she said, "It's just right, it's okay to have dinner, so let Bo Yan accompany you to Xinhua Bookstore."

Bo Yan stood at the kitchen door with a bowl on his back, looking back at his grandmother, full of helplessness and reluctance.

Grandma didn't take his eyes at all and took Yang Xiaoyuan to the living room to watch TV.
To be continued...