That afternoon, Mr. Bo went to the district department to attend a meeting with the older generation of soldiers. After the meeting, he happened to meet Instructor Yan.

Instructor Yan is now Bo Yan's direct instructor. The old man pulled him to ask about Bo Yan's performance in school.

"This kid is really stupid. He is not easy to deal with."

Instructor Yan was also very helpless. When he was in his freshman year and sophomore year, he still wanted to polish and polish Boyan and train him to death. He could always train him to obey him, but now it seems that he was thinking too simply.

"If he really joins the army, he may suffer a lot." Instructor Yan asked Mr. Bo tentatively: "Did Mr. Bo plan to let him go his father's path?"

Mr. Bo is not really willing to let his only grandson be "exiled to the frontier". His son and daughter-in-law have already sacrificed for the country. It is best to stay with him for this only grandson.

"No one can stop this kid from doing what he wants to do. If he doesn't want to do it, no one can force him. Let's follow his thoughts."

Instructor Yan nodded: "But judging by Bo Yan's quality, our college really can't find a second one. If such a talent really has lofty ambitions, he will definitely do something in the future."

Mr. Bo shook his head helplessly: "I have the ability to do something anywhere."

Instructor Yan understood it, and the old man was reluctant to let Bo Yan go away, so he stopped persuading him.

"Oh, by the way." Old Master Bo said casually: "I heard that Bo Yan is in love?"

Instructor Yan smiled and said, "These brats are quite honest when they were freshmen. They are sophomore and junior, and they all have girls around them, so they can't control them."

"Why, have you seen that girl after hearing this?"

"Why haven't you seen him? Last time I punished Bo Yan to bask in the sun, and the girl accompanied him all noon. She secretly fed him water and food while I left. She was so cute."

"Do you have photos?"

"How can I have a photo of a little girl? If you want to meet this girl, I can take you to our school."

"No, no, no, I just mentioned it casually." Mr. Bo waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I'm not interested. Children are having fun, but it's not certain whether they can succeed."

But after a moment, Instructor Yan logged into the school’s academic affairs online system with his mobile phone and said, “The little girl looks pretty good. Mr. Bo, don’t you really look at it?”

"I... won't watch."

Instructor Yan smiled. He knew Mr. Bo's personality and said he didn't care. He was tickling his cat, so he simply handed over his phone: "Look, in addition to the photos, there are basic information and grade rankings below."

Mr. Bo half-pushed and barely took the phone, took out the reading glasses in his chest bag, and made the trembling "one-finger Zen" and enlarged the photo.

The photo is an image recorded during Jin Xi's college entrance examination. Mr. Bo looked at it for a while, frowned and said, "This... this is a child, how can this be achieved!"

Instructor Yan laughed: "Old Bo, he is an adult."

"Really? It doesn't look like it."

"The girl just looked at the little one."

Mr. Bo was a little relieved, and then lit his middle finger and pulled the information down: "Oh, I've also received a scholarship! Not bad."

“Not bad.”

The old man looked at Jin Xi's score sheet and said several good things in a row. He was almost out of the district department. He was not willing to return his phone to Instructor Yan. Instructor Yan naturally had no trouble urging him. He smiled and said, "Mr., if you are really interested, you can go to our school. That girl will organize the club students to go to the entrance of the library to recite poems every morning. I have met him several times."

Mr. Bo returned the phone to him and stretched it out: "I'm not interested, whoever is interested will go, I won't go."

"I really won't go?"

"Don't go, don't go!"

But even though that was the case, within two days, the old man changed into casual clothes and walked to the school.

Jane Sxun has now become the president of the Literary Society. He held a golden autumn poetry recitation as soon as he took office. Before dawn, the officers asked the members to organize their classmates to recite poems in every corner of the school.

For a time, the campus was full of literary and literary youths and poetic.

The significance of Janes Xun's holding of this event is to hope that under the guidance of the club, students who love poetry can spontaneously go to the corner of poetry to recite poetry every day.

As a subordinate of Jane Sexun, Jin Xi, like the vast majority of fans who have been fooled by the school's lard, feels that Jane Sexun's everything is right and that he can succeed in everything he does, and must firmly support him.

Every morning, she would take her classmates to stand on the stairs at the entrance of the library, chanting poems enthusiastically.

Straight men in the school, such as Chen Pingchuan and Xu Chaoyang, took the green tea attributes of Jane Sexun, scolded the Jane Sexun cult, and wanted to turn all the few boys in the school into sissy.

Every morning, Chen Pingchuan goes to the library to pass by the square at the Poetry Corner, and always walks by, making fun of Jin Xi.

Jin Xi said: "You are just jealous of senior Janes Xun's talent. You... you are not as capable as him."

"Am I jealous of him?" Chen Pingchuan said bluntly: "I have held more successful activities than him! For example, the campus blind date conference has now become the most lively event in the school every spring and autumn. Is my performance much better than him? But the president of a dilapidated club, who is so capable, why don't he join the student union?"

"That's because our president has his own ideal pursuit." Jin Xi kicked him: "You still look down on our literary club. At your blind date, all the boys and girls are registered. You can digest it yourself."

Chen Pingchuan pulled Jin Xi's braid: "He is so good. When he confessed to Bo Yan, why didn't you choose him?"

"I, I completely appreciate Senior Janes Xun." Jin Xi said shyly: "You're just talking about all these things, it's so boring."

Not long after she drove Chen Pingchuan away, several young men from the National Defense Academy who had just finished their exercises passed by the square with camouflage coats, and Bo Yan was also among them.

Against the rising sun, their bodies were filled with a vivid heat that was unique after movement.

"Master Bo, who is my sister-in-law? I have always wanted to meet him before, but I have no chance."

"The girl Bo Yan likes must be the most beautiful one."

Bo Yan did not hide anything at all, pointing at the girl standing at the top of the ladder: "The one who looks the stupidest is."

"Sister-in-law is so cute, oh, I'm still in the process of reading, look at this momentum."

Bo Yan had a proud smile on his eyes: "Be good, my girl."

"good."

Jin Xi noticed the eyes and malicious smiles of the boys. She knew that Bo Yan was taking the boys to see her again, like offering treasures.

These boys are too boring!

But don’t say that he has a lot of friends. Every now and then, new faces will appear in front of Jin Xi, as if the boys in the National Defense Academy are his friends.

This catnip physique, no one.

Bo Yan and Shen Pingchuan are not optimistic about Jin Xi's poems. Bo Yan is wearing a love rival filter and believes that this is completely the "political achievement project" for Jane Sin to take office.

During this period, Jin Xi discovered that an old man often came to the poem corner to listen to them recite poems.

The old man was wearing a Tai Chi suit for morning exercise. Although his temples were gray, he was energetic and had a stern face. Sometimes when he heard Jin Xi recite red poems, he would strode his palms and show a satisfied smile on his face.

Jin Xi saw that the old man seemed to like poetry, so he took the initiative to invite him to join the poetry corner.

The old man was quite shy. At the beginning, he waved his hand and said that he couldn't say anything. What kind of poems do I recite, as an old man?

However, not long after, seeing everyone reciting poems with great interest, he was ready to speak to everyone a poem by Ai Qing, "I Love This Land".

"If I were a bird, I should also sing with my hoarse throat. This land hit by the storm... Why do I often have tears in my eyes, because I love this land deeply."

Although Mr. Bo has been in his seventies, he is healthy and full of energy. He has experienced turbulent times, so his feelings for reading this poem are much richer than those of young people.

After he finished reading, Jin Xi stroked her palms hard, and after a while, she became familiar with the old man.

The old man did not disclose his relationship with Bo Yan, saying that he was from the school’s family. Jin Xi only thought he was a retired teacher in the school. Sometimes when he encountered problems in the club, he would ask him for advice.

The grandson-daughter-in-law is willing to communicate with her, so Mr. Bo is naturally happy and wants to take the opportunity to understand her, so he speaks everything.

The two became old friends.

That morning, Jin Xi received a voice message from Bo Yan to discuss his birthday.

Old Master Bo quickly raised his ears and eavesdropped intently.

Fortunately, Xi was completely unprepared because the students around him were reciting and increased the volume to the maximum and played the voice.

"So on your birthday, are you going to your grandparents' house?"

"I didn't agree, I just discussed it. If you don't want to, we will proceed as planned."

"Then... will grandparents get angry?"

"No, my grandparents are very open-minded parents."

Old Master Bo cursed in his heart, this brat really forgot his mother with a wife! Whoever said he wouldn't be angry! He would be angry! He would be angry immediately!

Jin Xi thought about it and sent a voice message: "It doesn't matter, it won't disappoint the old man. It's just that there are so many of us, so we are afraid of disturbing them."

Mr. Bo blurted out: "Don't disturb, don't disturb at all."

He felt that it was not good after he said it: "I mean, the old man likes you kids to come to the house to have fun."

Jin Xi smiled simply: "Actually, I've been a little nervous. I haven't seen our baby's grandparents yet."

"What did you call him?"

"Baby."

Mr. Bo grinned: "Now your children's house is really... your boyfriend is just a boyfriend, what is the baby, so you don't feel ashamed."

Jin Xi's eyes drooped, her long eyelashes were thick and curly, and her eyes were filled with gentleness: "My boyfriend is different from other boys. He...he doesn't have a mother, so I should love him more."

Old Master Bo was stunned for a moment, and after a long time of silence, his generous palm fell on Jin Xi's shoulder: "You are a good child."

...

Whenever Bo Yan passed by the corner of poetry, like Chen Pingchuan, he would come over to mock him. However, one day, when he saw his old man holding a folder and chanting with emotion, "I love this land deeply," he was so shocked that his chin was about to fall off.

Jin Xi applauded vigorously and praised: "Grandpa, you must come to attend the Grain Rain Poetry Festival next year."
To be continued...