A.

Afternoon.

As soon as he entered the house, Chenyang received a call from Wen Xia.

"Arriving home?"

"Well, just entered the house, and the grandparents are asleep?"

"Grandma just fell asleep, and my grandfather is still reading the "Young China Says" you wrote, and he praised you a lot after you left. ”

Wen Xia couldn't wait to share the good news with Chenyang.

Although she has reached the age of talking about marriage, because of her experience since childhood, in the choice of boyfriend, the opinions of her grandparents are particularly important.

Well, now, that concern has been dispelled.

Especially the grandfather, after reading Chenyang's prose, he praised him in all kinds of ways, and even pushed himself to fall in love with Chenyang.

Of course, she can't tell Chenyang about grandpa's plucking of herself, lest he be proud!

As he spoke, Wen Xia's whole person blossomed with joy.

Chenyang laughed and said, "That's, don't talk about who I am." ”

This guy is narcissistic again.

"Hmph! ”

"That's necessary, this is the first round of our meeting with parents, and we have to get a full score back. ”

Wen Xia pursed her lips and smiled, "I'm not poor with you, hey, have you read it on the Internet?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"Your "Young China Says" has been searched out by everyone, and the response is still very intense, it seems that even Zhang Xiaoling has come out to talk to you in the air. ”

Chenyang sighed, "Zhang Xiaoling, the principal of the university?"

The first batch of Tsinghua graduates, who served in the Chinese Academy of Sciences when they were young, retired and were rehired by the University to become a professor, and later became the president of the University after several promotions due to position changes.

It can be said that this old lady is very authoritative in the academic world.

Talking to yourself in the air?

Where is this?

"Yes, you didn't see that?" Wen Xia asked rhetorically.

"Hey, I've just come back and looked somewhere. Remembering that he had been trampled on by the bigwigs all the way around, Chenyang had a headache and took off his coat, "Then I'll hang up first, go online and take a look first, do you have time at night, come out to watch a movie together." ”

Wen Xia giggled, "See you at noon, and see you at night?"

Chenyang said poorly, "What is it called meeting at noon, it is to go to have a meal, so it is decided, and I will go to the movies in the evening." ”

"It depends on the mood. ”

"Hey, what does it mean to look at the mood. ”

"Just to see if I have time, I have to make dinner when my grandmother wakes up, you know, this girl is very busy. ”

At the end, Wen Xia couldn't help but chuckle.

Chenyang was also amused, "Then I'll go and get busy first, and make an appointment in the evening." ”

"Good. ”

After hanging up the phone, Chenyang changed his clothes and went back to the bedroom.

Taking advantage of the computer's start-up, Chenyang began to check Zhang Xiaoling's voice with himself on the Internet.

Of course, it is said that it is a check, but in fact, there is no waste of effort at all, not to mention that Zhang Xiaoling is still the president of the university, even if she is not well-known, but the authority is still there, as soon as you open the mobile phone, you can see that Zhang Xiaoling's words on the G city news push are focused on bold.

With a simple glance, Chenyang understood.

The feeling is that the old lady was asked about herself when she was interviewed, so the troubled reporters asked what they thought of the "Young China Talk" uploaded on the Internet, and the old lady also replied very straightforwardly that she hadn't read it, but she had heard some of it, and if she had the opportunity, she would like to see herself or something.

The whole interview is nothing, but some reporters play the headline party in order to highlight the eyeballs, and the result is a headline on the left and a headline on the right, as if he has been regarded as a thorn in Zhang Xiaoling's side.

Tragedy!

The tragedy of Chiguoguo!

Sighing and shaking his head, Chenyang threw his phone aside and prepared to start coding.

Bell bell bell.

The phone rang again.

Chenyang picked up his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID on it, and took a breath.

Money old!

After the last winter outing, he and Qian Lao had little contact, although they exchanged phone numbers with each other, but they were also an ornament.

But what is this old man looking for himself today?

Puzzled, Chenyang picked up the phone, "Old Qian." ”

"Teacher Xiao Chen, don't come unharmed. Qian Lao's hearty whisper came from the other end of the phone.

Chenyang hurriedly said, "Don't dare, what kind of teacher am I in front of you, don't make fun of me, what are you always looking for me?"

Qian Lao laughed and said, "It's not a big deal, on the 28th of this month, I am going to invite the poetry club and old guys from all walks of life who love literature to come over and get together, I don't know if you have time, Xiaochen, come and sit together, and everyone can exchange ideas in literature." ”

Chenyang said excitedly, "What you said, you have to go even if you don't have time, when and where?"

This guy doesn't think of himself as an outsider at all.

Although it has been a long time since the Winter Outing, some people can become New Year's friends even if they are one-sided.

Obviously, the relationship between Chenyang and Qian Lao is like this, not to mention that Chenyang and Qian Lao have not only met, and earlier, he also wrote poems with the old-timers of Qian Lao's group of poetry clubs, but this matter developed too nonsense in the later stage, obviously it was Grandpa Mao's most famous "Long March", but it became a nameless poem on CCTV.

Qian Lao smiled heartily, "Okay, okay, I'll ask the assistant to send you the address and invitation card tomorrow." ”

"Well, then I'll be on time. ”

"Okay, then our old bunch will be waiting for you, the rising star. ”

"You've won a prize. ”

After chatting for a few more words, Chenyang hung up the phone.

My mother came in, put the fruit in her hand on the corner of the computer table, and said dissatisfiedly, "Just came back and called again?

Get!

This is a misunderstanding on the part of my mother.

I thought he was on the phone with Wen Xia just now.

With a wry smile, Chenyang asked, "You didn't go to work today?"

My mother said, "Yes, please take leave in the afternoon." ”

Chenyang said, "Why do you always ask for leave, does the leader agree?"

Mom sighed, "You don't care if my leader agrees, you haven't answered me yet, I went to someone's girl's house for dinner at noon today, and my grandparents didn't say anything about you?"

"That's it. ”

"What did you say?" said my mother, who was gossiping.

"What else can I say, of course you praise me, you're quite satisfied with me, tsk, how is it? ”

This guy is starting to be serious again.

Mom rolled her eyes, "Look at your unproductive appearance, and praise you, it's good enough that you didn't scold you, hey, let me ask you, did the girl call you just now?"

Chenyang said honestly, "No, it wasn't her phone just now." ”

"Whose is that?"

"A phone call from the president of a poetry association. ”

"The president of the Poetry Association?"

"Ahh ”

"Why is he giving you a big phone?"

"Hey, it's nothing, just invite me to a party in three days. ”

"That's it?"

"So what do you think?"

Chenyang was completely speechless, my mother's face was full of suspicions, what is it like to have to write a report every day to fall in love with him?!! it's just going out for a date, as for it!