"Shiyu, your two families are well-matched, and your elders are also good friends."
Lin Jingyu said softly, "It should be said that your two families' elders understand each other's character and family traditions before arranging your marriage."
Although this marriage was arranged by the elders, if you two are really not suitable for each other, I believe both sets of elders will understand and will certainly not force you to get married.
Since you have a fairly good impression of him, you two should try to get to know each other first. If you are destined to be together, I believe your elders will be even happier.
What do you think?
"I know."
Peng Shiyu nodded somewhat sheepishly.
Fearing that she might be too shy and cause embarrassment, Lin Jingyu did not continue the topic.
Pick up your package and start unpacking.
She discovered that one of the items was a set of woolen clothes, which was undoubtedly knitted for her by her mother.
Wow, it's so beautiful!
When Yang Shujue saw the handmade sweater, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Jingyu, your mother's craftsmanship is amazing!"
It doesn't look old-fashioned at all; it would definitely look beautiful on someone.
"Yes, these patterns are beautifully woven."
Lin Jingyu's face lit up with delight. "My mom loves knitting sweaters, and my family all wear the sweaters she knits for winter."
"It's so beautiful, I like it too."
Peng Shiyu was also attracted by the delicate and eye-catching sweater, "It's a pity I can't knit sweaters."
Yang Shujue then said, "I don't know either."
"I know a little, but not at my mom's level."
Lin Jingyu met their gleaming gazes and raised her eyebrows. "Although I can knit, I don't even wear the things I knit myself."
"Yeah, just like Shujue said, it looks really old-fashioned."
The two beauty-loving girls deflated instantly, like balloons that had been punctured.
Lin Jingyu smiled and said, "Getting a sweater like mine is easy!"
"real?"
"May I?"
The two pressed for details, clearly wanting the same sweater.
"Why would I lie to you when I have a perfectly good reason to?"
Lin Jingyu rolled her eyes. "If you figure out a way to give my mom a gift and please her, you'll get the sweater you want."
"Gift?"
Peng Shiyu paused for a moment, then quickly smiled happily, "I've got it! My older brother bought me a watch last time, but I haven't worn it yet, so I'll just give it to Auntie."
"No~"
Lin Jingyu was startled and quickly refused, "You're giving such an expensive gift right off the bat, are you trying to scare my mom?"
"What's so valuable about a watch?"
Peng Shiyu disagreed, "Besides, it's not a gift to outsiders. It's for my aunt, who's family. You can give her anything, no matter how precious it is."
"Such a young age, yet he speaks with such arrogance."
Lin Jingyu was amused by her, "Even if you dare to give it to her, my mother wouldn't dare to accept it. You'd better not scare her."
"Then what should I give as a gift?"
Peng Shiyu scratched her head, "I don't have anything else either."
"It's simple, just make a nice outfit for my mom."
Lin Jingyu gave her an idea, "Last time you bought so much fabric, make a piece of clothing suitable for middle-aged people and give it to her."
I'm sure my mom will be very happy to receive the clothes you made by hand.
"OK!"
Peng Shiyu immediately became excited, "Last time I made clothes for Aiying, she liked them very much. After I make a few more, I will definitely design a beautiful outfit for Auntie."
"Great, I happen to know her size, I'll tell you later."
"Of course, of course."
Hearing their conversation, Yang Shujue felt a bit bald.
With a pained expression, she said, "What should I do? I don't know what gift to give."
"I can't help you with this."
Lin Jingyu chuckled inwardly, "It's just a small token of my appreciation, you don't need to take it too seriously. At worst, you can just send a bag of the dried vegetables you made to my mom."
Yang Shujue pouted and said dejectedly, "What nonsense are you talking about? You already have a whole bunch of dried vegetables to send back. If I send dried vegetables back too, it would be a real joke."
"What a joke! You don't know how popular dried vegetables are in winter. Some people want to eat them but can't get any."
“You have your own, why would I need to send dried vegetables?”
“It’s different. What you send is yours, what I send is mine.”
"They're all dried vegetables, what's the difference? I'm too lazy to explain."
...
Time flies when you're playfully bickering.
Zhang Tieguang's home.
The family of three sat together.
No one looked happy.
Wang Xuehua, who had to take care of her son, seemed to have aged ten years in just one month, and her hair had turned quite a bit white.
Zhang Tieguang wasn't much better off; his hair had also turned light gray.
Even when Zhang Aiguo's legs were crippled and he became disabled, they were still able to persevere.
Because their hopes were pinned on Zhao Qiao's belly.
In order to spend more money to please Zhao Qiaoyan, the couple were prepared to sacrifice their daughter's happiness and marry her off to a disabled man in the city.
But no one expected...
Zhao Qiaoyan regretted not marrying Zhang and even lost her life trying to abort her unborn child.
Upon hearing this news, the couple's hopes were completely dashed, and they almost took their own lives.
By the time they came to their senses, it was too late for anything I said.
The elderly couple were terrified when their son learned the news and refused to eat or drink, looking as if he wanted to follow Zhao Qiaoyan.
I know I can't blame anyone for this.
Wang Xuehua, who is usually unreasonable, felt that the educated youth sent to the countryside had ruined her son's life.
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