"How do we create opportunities? They're so far away."
"We'll see when the time comes. Let me first find out what Song Zigan thinks?"
Soon, the aroma of chives wafted from the kitchen.
After dinner, Zhang Hongmei went home, thinking of calling Song Zigan.
That evening, Zhang Hongmei told Zhang Shouyi about Sanya's situation.
"I didn't expect that girl to fall in love at first sight?"
"Song Zigan is not good enough for Sanya."
"I think it's alright, right?"
“Sanya is still young. When she matures, she will realize that two people who are both involved in politics are really not suitable to be husband and wife.”
"Brother Zhang, what do you think about transferring Song Zigan over there? Let's see if there's any possibility between the two of them?"
“There is no suitable job for Song Zi there, and his current job cannot be easily transferred.”
"Hehe, I didn't expect you to value him so much."
"He is capable."
"No, I still can't give up. I feel sorry for my sister. I'll call him the day after tomorrow. I need to find time to talk to him."
"Okay, whatever you do is fine with me."
"Brother Zhang, is there anyone you like? Could you introduce one to Sanya?"
"There really isn't one. If a woman wants to get involved in politics, she'd better find a man who isn't domineering. I haven't found anyone I like."
As Zhang Shouyi spoke, he undressed Zhang Hongmei. "Wife, it's been so long since you've given me anything."
The next day, Sunday, Zhang Hongmei got up and practiced Tai Chi with Gu Chuanming and Zhang Xingguo. Afterwards, she accompanied them to Zhou Shixiong's house.
"Hongmei, I may not have much time left."
"Grandpa, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"Hongmei, I've long since come to terms with it. No one can stop birth, aging, sickness, and death. But I just miss Weiyu and the others."
"Uncle, the four of them will be able to come back for the Chinese New Year."
"Okay, I'll wait."
He had lunch with Zhou Shixiong before returning, and all he talked about was his aunt.
"Hongmei, Zhou Shixiong really can't hold on for much longer."
"Then what do we do?"
"Just spend more time with him, there's no other way."
Zhang Hongmei couldn't help but feel a little sad. They had lived together for so many years. How could there be no feelings left?
"When my great-grandmother called me a few days ago, I could tell that she didn't have the same confidence as before."
"Cough!" Gu Chuanming sighed.
On Monday, Zhang Hongmei called Song Zigan from school. "Do you have time this afternoon?"
"have."
"Don't force yourself. If it's not okay, let's go out for dinner tonight. You can treat me to hot pot."
"Okay, then tonight. Just the two of us?"
"Yes, and Lu Jing too. If you want to treat us, I can bring a few more people."
"You need something from me? Maybe next time. Next time I'll treat you, and you can invite whoever you want."
"Okay, see you tonight."
Song Zigan was lost in thought for a while before plunging back into his busy work. Now that he'd been transferred to the secretariat, he really didn't have a single moment of free time.
Before leaving that evening, Zhang Hongmei informed Zhang Shouyi, and Lu Jing and Zhang Hongmei went to a hot pot restaurant.
Song Zi had been working for ten minutes and had specifically requested a private room on the top floor.
The manager personally escorted Zhang Hongmei to the private room and served her the dishes himself.
"Let's eat first, it's been a long time since we've eaten out."
"Okay, let me eat my fill first, then I'll have a better voice when you say something."
The three ate in silence. When they had almost finished eating, Lu Jing poured water for the other two.
“Song Zigan, you know my temper. I don’t beat around the bush. Just ask me directly.”
"Hongmei, don't scare me. No, I have to eat a few more bites."
"You eat, I'll tell you."
Song Zigan reluctantly picked up his teacup. "Speak. What is it?"
"Song Zigan, you're already twenty-five, aren't you going to get married yet?"
"Hehe, I thought it was something serious. You scared me."
"answer the questions."
"Where would I find the time?"
"Answer the questions carefully."
"That's true. As you know, I have no personal time at all. After I finish eating, I have to go back to work."
"So you're prepared to live like this for the rest of your life?"
"I really haven't thought about this question."
"Then think about it now."
Why are you suddenly concerned about this?
“You’re not a kid anymore, so of course I, as your good friend, have to show you some concern.”
"Hongmei, there are several reasons why I am not getting married. First of all, it is a matter of time, and secondly, I do not want to waste a woman's life."
Doesn't it sound strange? Although all my friends have happy marriages, I don't believe I can be good to a woman and her child.
My father was devoted to my mother until death, but what happened a few years later?
“Song Zi did all these things, but the main reason is that you don’t want to get married.”
How will you know you can't be as happy as us if you don't try?
"I don't have the courage to try."
Zhang Hongmei fell silent. She didn't know how to offer advice, or how to begin.
"Song Zigan, aren't you envious of us? We all have families and children. Don't you want a blood relative?"
Song Zigan shook his head. "I don't envy you, and I don't like children either."
Zhang Hongmei was at a loss for words; how could she continue?
Finally, I steeled myself and decided I should just say it directly.
"Song Zigan, I have a very outstanding girlfriend who likes you. She knows about your work. She's in a similar field, involved in politics. Do you think you two could give each other a chance?"
Song Zigan was stunned. Was this person trying to act as his matchmaker?
Song Zigan no longer has the same longing for Zhang Hongmei as before. But hearing her words still stung.
“Hongmei, if you want to start a family, you definitely won’t choose a wife who is as busy as me, that would be too tiring.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Hongmei recalled what Zhang Shouyi had said the previous night.
"Okay, but I really hope to see you get married and have children. Really, I hope Song Zigan will still be as cheerful and optimistic as before."
Song Zigan lowered his eyelids, and after a long while, he raised his head to look at Zhang Hongmei.
"Then introduce one to me."
"I think the only person who is a good match for you is my friend. I think no one else is good enough for you."
"Hehe, am I still such an outstanding person?"
"Hmm. Okay, then introduce your friend to me. If we're in the same industry, then so be it. Come to think of it, I'm so busy with work, why should I expect others to just sit around waiting for me?"
"Okay, I'll call my friend. I guess you won't be able to meet until the Chinese New Year holiday."
"Okay, I'll wait for your call. If it really works out, I'll give you a big red envelope as a matchmaker."
"That's great. Song Zigan, you must take care of your health. Health is the foundation of everything."
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