"I think you should just live out your days alone. You have so many younger brothers, you won't have to worry about who will take care of you when you get old!"
Aunt pointed at Brother Sang's nose without any mercy, "Even if things don't go well, there's still the country. You're a division commander; the country will take care of you when you get old."
After venting her anger, Auntie dusted herself off and stood up, leaving behind the words: "If you want your old mother to live a couple more years, then you'd better stay away from me."
Then, she leisurely went upstairs.
Brother Sang was stunned by the scolding, wondering why his mother had suddenly changed her attitude.
Besides, who said he was going to live a lonely life?
Watching his mother's retreating figure as she went upstairs, he opened his mouth, but in the end only managed to say, "Mom, can you unlock the door? I have to go back to the army later."
"Here you go!" Auntie tossed a key over her shoulder.
Brother Sang was quick and agile, grabbing her in one go. When he looked up, his mother had already disappeared down the stairs, and he only heard the sound of the door closing.
He touched his nose, glanced casually at the kitchen, and then slowly walked out of the house.
In the kitchen, Bu Ling, Fang Sao, and Xiao Xing, who was just there to make up the numbers, were three women making a scene.
Aunt Fang: "Sister Hui is really angry."
Buling: "Auntie went to see the matchmaker today, and it probably didn't go well."
When she got back, she heard that her eldest son had messed up his blind date again. With her anger compounded by the double burden, she naturally exploded with rage.
Aunt Fang nodded: "It's no wonder Sister Hui is anxious; the eldest son is already thirty-nine this year."
Bling remained silent.
This is the generation gap. In her opinion, what's wrong with being thirty-nine? She doesn't think it's a big deal if someone is not married by forty-nine.
However: "Why do I feel like my brother's condition isn't just a general one?"
Aunt Fang asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Bling shook his head: "Maybe I'm overthinking it."
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