My Best Mr. Bo

When Awu was fifteen years old, a Mr. Bo moved into the old house. Mr. Bo was frail and sickly, and it was said that he would not survive until the age of twenty-four. Ah Wu felt very sorry. Mr. Bo is very good-looking, with gentle eyebrows. When he holds a book and leans on the sofa to read, he is like the bright moon in the spring breeze and the gurgling plum wine. Ah Wu felt that he had to let such a good-looking person live a better life. Awu tried every means to be nice to Mr. Bo. Give him food and toys. But one day when she ran back with the plum wine newly brewed by her grandma in town to please him, Mr. Bo was no longer in the old house. She asked her uncle where Mr. Bo was. The uncle said: Mr. Bo has gone home. Ah Wu thought that Mr. Bo had probably gone home to prepare for his funeral. Awu felt a little unhappy for a long time after that. A year later, when Mr. Bo was twenty-four, she thought he should be dead. She was very sad. Later, as Awu grew up, he always thought that Mr. Bo was dead. She paid homage to him alone, and did not forget to offer him his favorite cakes during the Qingming Festival. But one day, she was ordered to go to an antique shop in Xiping, and she saw her Mr. Bo again. She said aren't you dead? Mr. Bo asked her: Who said I was dead? Ah Wu said: They all said you died at the age of twenty-four! Mr. Bo listened and wiped the candied haws crumbs from the corner of her mouth with his fingers. He smiled and said, "I haven't eaten my awu yet. Why would I want to die?" —— The big boss in the antique industry VS the silly Miss Awu who will go back and inherit the family business if she doesn't study hard Purpose: There is no way out if you don't study hard!