Yang Chunhua had no idea who her eldest son had been dating recently.
She knew that her eldest son had been frequently visiting the former educated youth compound recently, and mistakenly thought that the female educated youth he was pursuing was working hard to get orders, and that he had never considered Xie Yuyao, who was staying behind.
Given the eldest son's critical attitude towards Zhao Chunling's lawn mowing, how could Xie Yuyao, who also does lawn mowing, possibly catch his eye?
Therefore, she was disappointed as soon as she heard Zhao Chunling finish speaking.
The younger daughter, Zhao Hongqin, scoffed, "Auntie, who could you possibly introduce? A member of the lawn-cutting team? Aren't you kidding me?"
"Eat your food!" Zhao Honghui hissed, giving his younger sister Zhao Hongqin a cold glance.
Zhao Hongqin immediately fell silent, pouting as she shoveled a mouthful of rice into her mouth in dissatisfaction.
Yang Chunhua also gave up, leaving only Zhao Chunling still chattering on and on.
"Let me tell you, Yuyao is wonderful..."
Zhao Honghui chewed his food expressionlessly, his ears perked up, unwilling to miss a single word about her, as if drinking poison to quench his thirst.
Countless times he dreamt of her in the dead of night, countless times he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, longing to hold her hand again and embrace her once more.
But no, he couldn't keep bothering her or doing anything that might ruin her reputation.
Even if longing makes me ill, I cannot take another step forward.
"So, you've made a lot of money selling astragalus?"
Yang Chunhua was surprised when Zhao Chunling finished telling her about Xie Yuyao leading everyone to collect herbs to make money.
She believed that medicinal herbs could be found deep in the mountains, but she had never heard of gathering and selling herbs in the front of the mountain.
Grandma Zhao put down her chopsticks and laughed triumphantly, "Haha, I knew about this a long time ago. Chunling even bought me some soft pastries!"
Zhao Hongqin was very jealous. Why did the lazy and good-for-nothing Zhao Chunling get such a good thing?
She couldn't help but complain about Xie Yuyao, "Is she stupid? She could earn much more by secretly gathering herbs herself!"
"Zhao Hongqin! What kind of thinking is this? You're learning bad things instead of good ones..."
Everyone at the table stared blankly at Zhao Honghui's stern reprimand.
"Waaah..." Zhao Hongqin covered her face and cried as she ran back into the house, with Yang Chunhua following closely behind.
Zhao Honghui realized he had overreacted. He closed his eyes, straightened up, got up from the table, and walked out of the courtyard gate, wanting to be alone for a while.
After he finished a cigarette and calmed himself down, he returned home to find his father sitting on a stone bench, deep in thought.
"Dad, it's cold now, why are you still sitting here?"
"You brat, it's all because of you!" Boss Zhao patted the seat next to him, gesturing for him to sit down.
Zhao Honghui blinked and sat down.
"The girl you like is her, isn't she?"
As a fellow man, he naturally knew that when a man is in love, he sees everything as a virtue, and there's no point in arguing about reason.
His unusual behavior tonight made the answer obvious, but he just couldn't quite grasp it for a moment.
Zhao Honghui didn't say a word, took out a cigarette and handed it to his father, and the two lit it and started smoking.
What problems did you encounter?
Zhao Honghui flicked some cigarette ash, looked up at the starry sky, and said, "It's not appropriate."
"What aspect is not suitable?" Seeing that his eldest son didn't want to say more, Zhao Laoda said again, "Dad has been through this before. Tell me, and I'll see if we can think of a solution together."
"She is like a cloud in the sky, fleeting and unpredictable, always within reach but never attainable."
"You little rascal, explain yourself clearly!" Old Zhao couldn't understand such formal language.
"......"
Zhao Honghui could only say, "She likes a free and unrestrained life, which I cannot provide."
What does it mean to live a free and unrestrained life?
It has to be said that Zhao Laoda, who has spent his whole life in the countryside, completely doesn't understand the thoughts of city people.
Men should marry when they are of age and women should marry when they are of age. Isn't that how life goes through marriage, having children, and raising children?
"Let's not talk about it anymore, Dad. It's all in the past."
"No, you can't leave now that you've only said half of what you meant." Old Zhao pulled back his eldest son, who was about to get up, and guessed at another possibility: "She doesn't want to stay in the countryside and insists on going back to the city?"
"Um."
Zhao Laoda took a deep breath. "This is going to be difficult."
There are even more difficult cases.
Zhao Honghui didn't say anything more. "It's quite cold, Dad. Let's go back."
As soon as he stood up, Yang Chunhua, who had been hiding in the shadows and overheard the last few words, jumped out.
"Mom said it wasn't suitable for a female educated youth, and she's determined to go back to the city; that's her loss. It's alright, Mom will find someone to introduce us to a local girl who's gone to high school. She's just as thoughtful and educated, no worse than her. Let's not worry about her anymore, okay!"
Zhao Honghui felt bitter and went back to his room without saying a word.
Yang Chunhua, who was left behind, thought of something and began to cry softly. Zhao Laoda patted her shoulder and sighed deeply.
If his eldest son hadn't injured his leg, he could have easily been transferred to work in the county town. He could have settled there then, and that educated youth Xie would have had nothing to say.
I thought he had survived the ordeal and could live a good life after returning to his hometown, but why did he have to fall for that educated youth from the city!
And why couldn't Xie, the educated youth, show some understanding?!
*
After another sleepless night, the next day, Zhao Honghui rode his bicycle to work early, just like he had been doing recently.
When he reached the village entrance, he saw a girl pacing back and forth, wringing her hands together; she seemed to have been there for quite some time.
This person was Jiang Yan. She got up early, dressed herself carefully, took a clean and dried men's coat, and went to the village entrance to wait for her prey.
Upon seeing her target, she immediately blocked the bicycle's path, calling out shyly, "Brother Zhao~"
Zhao Honghui was blocked from her way, and a gaze as cold as snow in the twelfth lunar month stared at her.
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