Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

"No!" Zhao Yanran lowered her eyelashes guiltily, not daring to look at the two people on the table.

"Really?" Sun Sijun joked with a smile.

"No!" Zhao Yanran said firmly.

Sun Sijun only thought she was shy, and comforted her softly: "Yanran, your grandpa and I are not that old-fashioned. We have to be a good match. As long as you like it, your grandpa and I have no objection."

"Don't we all advocate free love and free marriage now? If you really like someone, bring it back to us. As long as the person is clean, has progressive thoughts and is motivated, your grandpa and I will never interfere with you. .”

Worried that Zhao Yanran had concerns, Sun Sijun also winked at Mr. Zhao, gesturing for him to express his stance as well.

Mr. Zhao had nothing to say, but when his wife spoke, he did not dare to disobey her.

He cleared his throat tactically, "Your grandma is right, as long as you young people like it, we have no objection."

"Does it not matter if you are divorced?" Zhao Yanran asked tentatively.

Sun Sijun: "..."

Mr. Zhao: "..."

Did they say that?

"As long as you think he is good, we will not object." Sun Sijun thought for a moment.

If your marriage is unhappy, divorce is the timely stop loss.

This is understandable.

Moreover……

To judge whether a person is good or not, whether he is progressive in his thinking, or whether he is motivated, is not measured by whether he is divorced or not.

"Grandma, you are so kind!" Zhao Yanran happily ran over and hugged Sun Sijun's neck.

Mr. Zhao frowned, and just as he was about to say something, Sun Sijun glared back.

"Grandma, if I find you a worthless grandson-in-law in the future, don't show his shame!" Zhao Yanran put her arms around Sun Sijun's neck and acted sweetly.

"Hey! Looks like you really have a target?" Sun Sijun looked sideways at Zhao Yanran with a bit of teasing in his eyes.

"No!" Zhao Yanran blushed immediately.

Sun Sijun looked at Mr. Zhao in the main seat calmly.

There seemed to be an undercurrent surging in his eyes.

"Yanran, when will you bring the object back to grandpa and grandma?" Sun Sijun asked with a smile.

"I'm in school every day, so I don't have anyone to date." Zhao Yanran's round face became increasingly red.

"You can find someone every day in school. All of you Beijing University students are the best among them. If you pick one up, you won't go wrong." Sun Sijun smiled even more happily.

There is really no water in this statement.

Beijing University...

It is the best school in the country.

Whether it is teachers or hardware facilities, they are not comparable to ordinary universities.

Those who can pass the exam are naturally the best among others.

"I heard from your Aunt Zeng that your Uncle Zeng's younger son seems to be at Beijing University as well! Yanran, do you know him?" Su Sijun suddenly remembered.

Mr. Zhao had been guarding the border before and was new here, so they didn't know much about many situations in the capital.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake.

Many times now, they are crossing the river by feeling for the stones, taking one step firmly and then another.

Don't dare to rush in!

"I don't know!" Zhao Yanran didn't know what she was thinking of, but she shook her head with an unnatural look on her face.

"Is the coursework at Peking University heavy? Can you follow it?" Mr. Zhao suddenly said. "Fortunately! Fortunately, I learned a little foreign language from Teacher Rong before, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to keep up." Zhao Yanran answered obediently.

"That's good!" Mr. Zhao nodded lightly, got up and walked upstairs.

Zhao Yanran watched Mr. Zhao go upstairs and couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sometimes she is really afraid of her grandfather.
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Courtyard No. 2

The annual art performance at the military headquarters is a big event. Mr. Shen and Mr. Chu, who were fishing with their old comrades in the countryside, also came back the day before the art performance.

When they learned that Shen Zhihuan had also prepared a program, the two old men frowned.

"Su Ziyu, you don't know how big your wife's belly is, and you still let her do whatever she wants?" Mr. Chu, who was reluctant to get angry at his good granddaughter, directly aimed his fire at the unlucky Su Ziyu who was peeling grapefruits at the side.

Although Mr. Shen remained silent, he looked at Su Ziyu with a lot of dissatisfaction.

"Grandpa, godgrandpa, don't just put the blame on my Brigadier Su's head indiscriminately!" Shen Zhihuan pushed the peeled grapefruit in front of the two old men.

Mr. Shen looked at his good granddaughter's round belly and sighed: "My good granddaughter, there are too many people in the art performance at the military headquarters, and everything is in a mess..."

Especially backstage, it will probably turn into a mess by then.

What if we have to bump into each other? !

Mr. Shen didn't dare to say this.

Afraid of bad luck!

"My dear granddaughter, we're not going! We'll just stay at home. When we fall down, you can go wherever you want. My godfather and your grandfather promise not to care about you," Mr. Chu advised.

"Your god-grandpa is right. When you land obediently, grandpa and your god-grandpa will help you carry him. You can go wherever you want when the time comes. Grandpa and your god-grandpa will never interfere with you." Mr. Shen agreed. .

"Grandpa, godgrandpa, I'm just going up to play a piece of music, you really don't have to be so nervous." Shen Zhihuan smiled and broke off a piece of grapefruit and ate it slowly.

"Playing music? What music are you playing?" Mr. Chu looked curious.

He has only heard singing and playing music, but has not heard any playing music.

Mr. Shen also looked at Shen Zhihuan curiously.

"Hey! That's it!" Shen Zhihuan pursed his lips towards the corner of the living room.

Only then did Mr. Shen and Mr. Chu notice that there was an extra dulcimer in the living room.

Yu Jingyan was worried that Shen Zhihuan would not be able to practice for too long and was stymied, so he borrowed one for her overnight.

Shen Zhihuan has been busy these days and plays a song from time to time.

"You can also play the dulcimer?!" Mr. Chu's slightly cloudy eyes lit up.

"Be a little better!" Shen Zhihuan split the remaining grapefruit in his hand into two and stuffed it into the mouths of the two old men.

Wiping her hands with a handkerchief, she stood up and walked to the corner where the dulcimer was placed.

The dulcimer is an elegant, pure and unique instrument, and the melody it emits is as clear as crystal.

Shen Zhihuan picked up the piano and bamboo and struck it gently, and the light melody escaped, like walking in a poem, like tracing in a painting...

Every note is as crisp and moving as pure spring water, bringing you the ultimate listening enjoyment.

When the song ended, the two old men were still a little unfinished.

"My dear granddaughter, you know how to scream?" Mr. Chu sighed.

Although he rarely listens to dulcimer solos, it does not affect his ability to distinguish the sound of the dulcimer.

His sweet granddaughter's dulcimer is much better than those who call themselves musicians.

Thinking of this, Mr. Chu turned to look at Mr. Shen, "Old Shen, let me take..." The eldest grandson who is about 1.8 meters tall will trade with you for your granddaughter.

"Get as far away from me as you can." Mr. Shen yelled.