Liu Xiaoyuan wasn't exactly averse to blind dates, but he was only 22 years old, not an old bachelor, so there was no need to rush.
Liu Xiaoyuan said in a pleading tone, "Dad, Mom, is it alright if I don't go to this matchmaking meeting?"
When Liu Xiaoyuan's mother heard that he didn't want to go on the blind date, she said, "No, you have to go. The sooner you get married, the sooner you'll have children. This way, while your father and I are still young, we can help you take care of the kids. Once we're old, even if you want us to take care of the kids, your father and I won't be able to."
Sigh! My mom is really good at planning ahead! She's already thinking about the future, and the wedding hasn't even taken place yet, but she's already thinking about raising children.
Fearing his mother would nag endlessly, Liu Xiaoyuan had no choice but to agree. He would go and see how things went first, just in case he found true love on the blind date.
After dinner, Liu Hao's mother, Wang Cuilan, came to Liu Xiaoyuan's house. Wang Cuilan was a well-known matchmaker in the village. She did not do any other work but made a living by matchmaking. Because there were more men than women now, if she successfully matched a couple, the man's family would give her a reward of at least a thousand yuan, and sometimes two or three thousand yuan.
Wang Cuilan's mother warmly invited her to sit down. Wang Cuilan took out her phone, showed the girl's photo, and said, "Look, I didn't lie to you, did I? This girl is pretty, and she's a good clothes hanger too."
The term "clothes hanger" is from Liu Xiaoyuan's hometown. It means a good figure. To say that a girl has a good clothes hanger means that she has a good figure and that any clothes she wears will look good on her.
My mother quickly took the phone and looked at the girl's photo carefully. She seemed quite satisfied with the girl, and a smile appeared on her face.
"Xiao Yuan, come and take a look!" Mom immediately called Liu Xiao Yuan, the person involved, over to take a look.
Liu Xiaoyuan's curiosity was piqued, and he wanted to see just how pretty this girl was, and whether she was really as good as Wang Cuilan had described.
I walked over and saw a selfie of a girl on the phone screen. She was indeed quite pretty, with big eyes, long eyelashes, and a fair complexion.
However, Liu Xiaoyuan couldn't help but think that the picture had been photoshopped. But he didn't point it out; he simply nodded and said the girl was acceptable.
The next day, after breakfast, Liu Xiaoyuan and his family rode their motorcycles to town, with Wang Cuilan leading the way on her family's motorcycle.
They agreed to meet on the street in town. After arriving in town, they parked and locked the car and waited for the woman at the agreed place.
After waiting for about half an hour, the woman's people finally arrived.
The woman only brought her mother with her. When Liu Xiaoyuan met the woman in person, he noticed that the girl's makeup was a bit heavy and she gave off a promiscuous vibe, which seemed to contradict the word "honest."
To be honest, Liu Xiaoyuan's first impression of this girl wasn't very good.
The woman was wearing a tight-fitting short skirt that perfectly accentuated her figure. Her lips were bright red, and she wore high-heeled sandals that were almost ten centimeters high, as if she wasn't afraid of falling.
Although his first impression of the girl wasn't very good, Liu Xiaoyuan still started chatting with her out of politeness.
The two introduced themselves to each other, and Liu Xiaoyuan learned that the girl's name was Song Huiyue and that she worked in Dongguan, a city in the Pearl River Delta.
Song Huiyue's mother seemed very satisfied with Liu Xiaoyuan; from the moment she saw him, she always had a smile on her face.
Blind dates are a matter for two young people, so Liu Xiaoyuan and Song Huiyue got to know each other while strolling along the streets of town.
"By the way, what do you do? How much do you earn each month?" Song Huiyue asked.
Liu Xiaoyuan said, "I'm just a worker, and I only earn a few thousand yuan a month."
Liu Xiaoyuan told a lie. To be honest, Liu Xiaoyuan didn't have a good impression of Song Huiyue. He felt that this woman was not as honest as Wang Cuilan described.
"Oh, so how much savings do you have now? Have you bought a car yet?" Song Huiyue asked.
Liu Xiaoyuan nodded and said there was a car. Upon hearing this, Song Huiyue's eyes immediately lit up, and she asked with delight, "What kind of car is it? Is it a domestic or joint venture model?"
Liu Xiaoyuan shook his head and said, "I don't know whether it's domestically produced or a joint venture."
Song Huiyue thought Liu Xiaoyuan was joking, so she smiled and said, "Then tell me what brand of car it is, maybe I'll know."
Liu Xiaoyuan said, "Let me think about it. I bought the car a while ago and I've forgotten about it. Let me think."
Song Huiyue found it a bit strange. Normally, people would forget what brand of car they own, even if they forget other things.
“I remember now,” Liu Xiaoyuan suddenly said, “The car in my family is called Jiali.”
"Jiali?" Song Huiyue was confused. She had never heard of a car brand called Jiali. Was she just ignorant and it was an imported car?
Liu Xiaoyuan nodded seriously and said, "It's a power-up motorcycle!"
"What? A motorcycle?" Song Huiyue's voice suddenly rose three digits, her eyes widening as she stared at Liu Xiaoyuan, her face showing anger.
“Yes! A motorcycle!” Liu Xiaoyuan said, looking at Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue glared at Liu Xiaoyuan and cursed, "So you're just a poor loser! A college student, no car, no house, what are you doing going on a blind date with me! Humph!"
Song Huiyue snorted coldly and turned to run back.
Liu Xiaoyuan had long suspected that Song Huiyue wasn't a good girl, but he never expected her to be so materialistic and money-grubbing. Well, this way his parents could see Song Huiyue's true colors.
When Song Huiyue's mother saw her daughter walk back in a huff, she quickly asked what was wrong.
Liu Xiaoyuan's parents, along with the matchmaker Wang Cuilan, also gathered around, wanting to know what had happened.
Song Huiyue said to her mother, "Mom, let's go home. They don't have a house or a car, they're just poor bastards!"
Song Huiyue's mother said, "Huiyue, you two are both young. You may not have money now, but you can earn it later. As long as the man is ambitious and treats you well, that's enough!"
Wang Cuilan also joined in the persuasion, praising Liu Xiaoyuan's excellence and so on.
But Song Huiyue wasn't buying it. What she wanted now was money, a house, and a car. She couldn't think about the future, and she didn't want to think about it.
"Stop talking, all of you. I won't marry a man who has no car, no house, and no savings. You can marry him if you want!" After saying that, Song Huiyue left.
When Song Huiyue's mother saw her daughter being so rude, she awkwardly apologized to Liu Xiaoyuan's family and Wang Cuilan, and then went to chase after Song Huiyue.
This incident was completely unexpected for Wang Cuilan. She never imagined that Song Huiyue would be this kind of girl, and she quickly apologized to Liu Xiaoyuan's parents.
"It's alright, Sister Cuilan, you're just doing this for Xiaoyuan's own good," Liu Xiaoyuan's mother said with a smile.
After Wang Cuilan apologized, she said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of Xiao Yuan's marriage. Next time, I'll definitely find a good girl for Xiao Yuan."
(End of this chapter)
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