Fang Hui suddenly raised her head, carefully looked at her son's face, and made sure he wasn't joking.
"You asked me to help you propose marriage, but you didn't seem to take it seriously at all."
We took your advice and found a matchmaker, but the girl wasn't interested, so I didn't pursue the matter further.
It seems his mother wasn't lying to him; she really did send someone over, but unexpectedly, Lu Ronghui still didn't remember his name.
Wei Hui didn't know whether to laugh or not. Logically, it would be better if he didn't remember, otherwise he wouldn't have a friendly attitude when they met.
"What's wrong with you? I went to your door as you suggested, but the girl didn't like you. And now you're asking again? You don't actually like that girl, do you?"
Wei Hui lowered his head and tidied up his desk without answering. Fang Hui frowned, seeing that she couldn't get anything out of her son, and snorted coldly.
"I don't care about you!"
After saying that, he walked towards the door, but then turned back.
"I don't care if you really like him or not. You're already this age, hurry up and get married. Look at Uncle Zhang's son next door, how old is his son already?"
Seeing his mother start lecturing again, Wei Hui quickly pushed her towards the door.
"Go back to see my dad quickly, I can take care of myself."
When Fang Hui returned home, Wei Song was standing by the window with his hands clasped, looking into the distance, seemingly lost in thought. He turned around and saw his wife returning alone, and sighed.
"He still doesn't want to go home?"
"You know your son, he's probably happy living alone outside, we can't control him."
Wei Song knew that his son was angry with him because of his sister, but he couldn't really ignore Wei Lan.
"Do you remember the last time our son asked us to find a matchmaker to propose marriage to a girl?"
Compared to this, Wei Song wanted to fum in anger. Perhaps he was pushed to the limit by the two of them, and his son may have just casually mentioned a girl's name.
The couple actually sent someone over, but the girl wasn't interested. He thought his son would be hurt to some extent.
But he didn't seem to care at all, which made me realize that maybe he wasn't serious at all.
"Weren't you just messing with us last time?"
"I guess that's not true. He asked again today, but we haven't pressured him for the past two months."
That's true. The family has been preoccupied with my sister's situation for the past two months and hasn't had time to deal with him. There's no need to make up stories for them.
"Isn't it just unrequited love on his part? The girl simply doesn't want it."
Fang Hui sighed, "He has never said he likes anyone all these years, so he must be really serious."
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"Alright, Xiaohui probably doesn't even know who that boy is, and you're still looking so sullen. What if Xiaohui gets curious about that boy because of you?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Yang immediately sat up straight. "That makes sense. It was probably just an accidental encounter."
"Of course it's an accident, what else could it be? Nobody knew we were going to the city today. But you need to change your mindset. Xiaohui is already 18, it's normal for her to date at this age."
Seeing his face darken again, Song Qing slapped him on the arm.
"It depends on whether Xiaohui is willing or not. If she really wants to be in a relationship, you can't stop her even if you want to."
Lu Yang gave An An a pair of stylish little leather shoes as a birthday gift, which he had someone bring back for her, but she could only wear them in winter.
So An'an's favorite birthday gift this year is the accordion her aunt gave her, and now she's playing with her kitten in Lu Ronghui's room.
Judging that she wouldn't be coming back tonight, Lu Yang jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed) and locked the door. Song Qing glared at him.
“Your daughter hasn’t let me hug you these past few days. Come here and let me hug you.”
An'an has been clinging to her mother these past few days, and Lu Yang hasn't been able to hold her in a long time.
He had just finished showering, and his hair was still dripping wet. Song Qing had just told him to dry it, but he didn't. Instead, he pulled Song Qing onto his lap and buried his head in her neck.
She raised her hand and touched something icy cold; "Hiss!"
"Freezing to death."
He tilted his head back; he had just come out of the shower wearing only a single layer of clothing, and the tip of his nose was still cold.
"Um"
Lu Yang hummed in agreement and nuzzled against her neck a few times. Song Qing disgustedly grabbed his ear and tried to pull him up, but Lu Yang simply pressed her hand down and pulled her into his arms to kiss her.
After kissing him, he deliberately pulled her hand to touch the back of his neck, asking, "Is it cold?"
He was thick-skinned and tough; Song Qing pinched his shoulder a few times in anger, but he didn't budge.
After the lights were turned off, Song Qing felt it was too stuffy under the covers and stretched her hand out, but Lu Yang reached out and pulled her hand back.
"Is it time to start heating the kang (heated brick bed)?"
His voice was groggy; his wife had been refusing to stay outside because she felt cold.
Song Qing understood what he meant, took a few deep breaths, and kicked him.
He wasn't ashamed at all; instead, he laughed.
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"Xiao Song, can we collect firewood on this mountain?"
Not long after Song Qing arrived at the workshop, Guan Lian came over.
"You can pick up any fallen dead branches on the ground, Sister Guan. Do you want to go up the mountain to collect firewood?"
The dormitories at the textile factory were not as good as the newly built dormitories in the military region; they didn't have radiators, so the workers had to burn coal for heating.
Guan Lian's monthly coal ration coupons aren't enough for everyday heating, so she wants to collect some firewood to boil water.
"Sister Guan, would you like to come with us?"
After work these days, Song Qing would go up the mountain with Zhao Qin to collect firewood. Little by little, they accumulated a lot. She knew that Guan Lian was divorced and was now raising her son alone.
"Okay, thank you for your help."
"What's the trouble?"
After work, Zhao Qin and Song Qing waited for Guan Lian at the factory gate with their bicycles. Guan Lian hesitated for a moment when she saw them pushing their bicycles.
“I don’t have a car.”
No wonder they live in the family compound and ride their bikes to work every day; it turns out they do it so they can bring firewood home after get off work.
"It's alright, we can't pick up much in such a short time, it's plenty of room."
They walked up the path, and when they got to the back, they all got off and pushed their bikes.
The small chestnut tree they found on the mountain last time had no more fruit after they went up the mountain several more times to pick chestnuts.
Are there wild animals in the mountains?
"They will, but they should be deep in the mountains. People often walk around this area, so they won't come down."
Seeing that Guan Lian wasn't familiar with the area, Song Qing asked, "Sister Guan, where are you from?"
"It's a bit further south, and it snows in winter too, but it's not as cold as here."
"How did you know the textile factory was hiring?"
Guan Lian smiled sheepishly, "My situation is a bit special. Our factory leaders knew that they were recruiting technicians here, so they recommended me to come here."
“Like this.”
They quickly changed the subject; since it was a special case, no one would press for details.
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