"Really?" Sun Sijun joked with a smile.

"No!" Zhao Yanran said firmly.

Sun Sijun thought she was just shy, so he comforted her softly, "Yanran, your grandfather and I are not old-fashioned people who insist on finding someone who is well-matched. As long as you like it, your grandfather and I have no objection."

"Nowadays, we advocate free love and free marriage. If you really like someone, bring him/her back to us. As long as he/she has a clean background, progressive ideas, and is ambitious, your grandfather and I will never interfere with you."

Worried that Zhao Yanran might have concerns, Sun Sijun winked at Mr. Zhao, indicating that he should also express his opinion.

Mr. Zhao had nothing to say, but since his wife had spoken, he dared not disobey.

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

"Does it matter if you're divorced?" Zhao Yanran asked tentatively.

Sun Sijun: “…”

Mr. Zhao: “…”

Did they say that? "As long as you think he is good, we won't object." Sun Sijun thought for a moment.

If a marriage is unhappy, divorce is a timely way to stop the loss.

There is nothing wrong with this.

Besides...

Judging whether a person is good or not, whether he is progressive in his thinking, and whether he is motivated or not cannot be measured by whether he is divorced or not.

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

Old Master Zhao frowned and was about to say something when Sun Sijun glared back at him.

"Grandma, if I find you a useless grandson-in-law in the future, you are not allowed to be rude to him!" Zhao Yanran hugged Sun Sijun's neck and acted coquettishly and sweetly.

"Oh! It seems like you really have a target?" Sun Sijun turned his head to look at Zhao Yanran, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"No!" Zhao Yanran blushed all of a sudden.

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

There seemed to be an undercurrent in his eyes.

"Yanran, when will you bring your partner back to meet your grandparents?" Sun Sijun asked with a smile.

"I'm in school every day, so how could I have a partner?" Zhao Yanran's little round face became redder and redder.

"You can date at school every day. All of you Peking University students are outstanding. You can't go wrong with any one you pick." Sun Sijun laughed even more happily.

There is really no truth in this statement.

Kyoto University...

It is the best school in the country.

Whether it is the faculty or the hardware facilities, they are not comparable to those of ordinary universities.

Those who can pass the exam are naturally the best and the most outstanding among people.

"I heard from your great aunt that your great uncle's youngest son seems to be also studying at Peking University! Yanran, do you know him?" Su Sijun suddenly remembered.

Mr. Zhao had been stationed at the border before, and he had just arrived, so they didn't know much about the situation in the capital.

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

Many times now, they have to cross the river by feeling the stones, taking one firm step at a time and then another.

Don’t dare to advance rashly!

"I don't know him!" Zhao Yanran shook her head with an unnatural look on her face, not knowing what she was thinking about.

"Is the workload at Peking University heavy? Can you keep up?" Old Master Zhao suddenly asked.

"That's good!" Mr. Zhao nodded slightly, stood up and walked upstairs.

Zhao Yanran watched Mr. Zhao go upstairs before she could help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Sometimes she is really afraid of her grandfather .

The annual art performance at the military district headquarters was a big event. Grandpa Shen and Grandpa Chu, who had been fishing with their old comrades in the countryside, also returned the day before the art performance.

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

"Su Ziyu, don't you know how big your wife's belly is, and you let her act like that?" Grandpa Chu, who was reluctant to get angry at his adorable granddaughter, directed his fire directly at the unlucky Su Ziyu who was peeling a pomelo nearby.

Although Mr. Shen didn't say anything, the look he gave Su Ziyu was full of dissatisfaction.

"Grandpa, damn grandpa, don't put the blame on my Brigade Commander Su without any evidence!" Shen Zhihuan pushed the peeled pomelo in front of the two old men.

Grandpa Shen looked at his granddaughter's round belly and sighed, "My dear granddaughter, there are too many people at the art performance at the military headquarters, and it's a mess everywhere..."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Especially the backstage, it will probably be a mess by then.

What if it gets bumped into?! Mr. Shen didn't dare to say this.

Afraid of bad luck!

"My dear granddaughter, let's not go! Just stay at home and wait until you are born. You can go wherever you want. Your godfather and grandfather promise not to take care of you." Old Master Chu advised.

"Your godfather is right. When you are born, grandpa and your godfather will help take care of you. You can go wherever you want. Grandpa and your godfather will never interfere with you." Old Man Shen agreed.

"Grandpa, grandpa, I'm just going up there to play a song. You really don't need to be so nervous." Shen Zhihuan smiled, broke off a slice of pomelo, and ate it slowly.

"Play a song? What song?" Old Master Chu looked curious.

He had only heard singing and playing music, but had never heard any fighting music.

Old Master Shen also looked at Shen Zhihuan curiously.

"Yes! That one!" Shen Zhihuan pointed to a corner of the living room.

It was only then that Mr. Shen and Mr. Chu noticed that there was a dulcimer in the living room.

Yu Jingyan was worried that Shen Zhihuan hadn't practiced for a long time and her hands were not used to it, so he lent her one overnight.

Shen Zhihuan has been very busy these days, playing a song from time to time.

"You can also play the yangqin?!" Mr. Chu's slightly cloudy eyes brightened.

"I know a little bit!" Shen Zhihuan cut the remaining pomelo in his hand into two and stuffed them into the mouths of the two old men.

After 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, the melody it emits is as clear as crystal.

Shen Zhihuan picked up the bamboo zither and struck it gently, and a light melody emerged, like walking in a poem or depicting something in a painting...

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

After the song ended, the two old men still felt a little reluctant to leave.

"My dear granddaughter, do you think you know how to do this?!" Old Master Chu sighed.

Although he seldom listened to yangqin solo performances, it did not affect his ability to distinguish the quality of the sound.

His granddaughter's yangqin playing is much better than those who call themselves musicians.

Thinking of this, Mr. Chu turned his head and looked at Mr. Shen, "Mr. Shen, let me..." I want to exchange my 1.8-meter-tall grandson with your granddaughter.

"Get as far away from me as possible." Old Master Shen cursed.