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A matchmaking event is underway in a working-class family's home in the Red Flag Commune.
Zhao Honghui sat to the side with a serious face, not saying a word. He didn't want to go on a blind date, but his mother kept nagging him to get married, so he had no choice but to go.
The girl across from him secretly glanced up at him, but was immediately frightened by his sharp gaze and lowered her head, her delicate face flushed red.
With a smile on her face, Matchmaker Li boasted about Zhao Honghui to the girl's parents, who all seemed very friendly.
“Don’t let Honghui’s quiet nature fool you; it’s a habit he developed in the military. Now that he’s transferred to the transportation team, his job and benefits are quite good.”
The girl's parents were very interested. These days, most people have a military complex. Although Zhao Honghui has been demobilized, the qualities he developed in the army will not change, and the job in the transport team is also very rare.
Even disregarding his job, just in terms of appearance alone, this young man is far superior to all the other young men in the surrounding area.
The girl's father was about to agree; he cleared his throat, preparing to say, "I think..."
"I'd like to know why you were transferred to civilian work?" The girl's mother interrupted her husband, wondering if he had any hidden injuries.
Yang Chunhua's face darkened, and she didn't hide anything: "Honghui's left leg was seriously injured, and he could no longer withstand high-intensity training, so he was transferred back to civilian life."
"Let the two children get to know each other first."
The girl's mother was worried about Zhao Honghui's health, and seeing that his expression didn't seem to be intentional, she became dissatisfied.
Her daughter has plenty of suitors; there's no need for her to rush into marriage.
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On the way back to the village, Matchmaker Li asked the two men for their opinions.
Zhao Honghui stated frankly that he had no ideas.
He didn't want a timid partner, completely unaware that it was his own imposing presence that made the woman shy away.
Yang Chunhua also felt that the girl seemed a bit weak-willed, just like her second daughter-in-law, whom she had had enough of.
Back home, Yang Chunhua called to her eldest son, who was about to go back inside, "It's okay, Mom will take you to see other girls. But you have to tell me what kind you like, or what kind you don't like."
Zhao Honghui lowered his eyes in thought, “Strong, independent, and cultured.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the image of the female educated youth who had been the first to carry her luggage onto the bus that morning came to mind.
He had seen many beautiful women, but few possessed the temperament of that girl—exquisite and clear, perfectly matching his aesthetic.
Yang Chunhua lowered her head and counted on her fingers, carefully thinking about which unmarried girls she knew met the requirements. She didn't even notice when her eldest son came back to the room.
Suddenly she slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "Isn't this a characteristic of female educated youth?!"
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