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In a family building in the town, the sound of cooking came from the kitchen, and a middle-aged woman could be vaguely seen busy around.

Song Wenru is over forty years old and holds an important position in the government. After get off work, he sits on a chair and reads newspapers and current affairs news with glasses. He has a cup of strong tea on his right hand, looking like a middle-aged senior cadre.

Song Zichen, the eldest son of the Song family, had just returned from the army. He went out for a long-distance run early in the morning, and then went to a nearby comrade's house to make friends. When he returned home, he ran into his second brother who was drunk.

Song's mother's name is Zhang Guilan, she is a neat person, and she cooks quickly. When she heard the movement outside, she yelled: "Zichen, Zijian, old man, it's time to eat, hurry up and grab the bowl and chopsticks."

At the dinner table, Song's mother picked up chopsticks of potato shreds for the eldest son, and asked, "Why didn't Xiuxiu and Nannan come back?"

Song Zichen sat very upright, and replied: "My daughter has a cold, Xiuxiu took care of her in the hospital, so I didn't bring her back this time."

Song's mother asked some more about the family situation of the eldest son, and then she nodded in satisfaction. From the corner of her eyes, she saw the second son who was drunk and messing around with chopsticks outside, and she couldn't help but get angry: "Zijian, what's the matter with you? What happened in broad daylight?" If you drink like this, I really need to find you a wife to take care of you."

As the head of the family, Song's mother immediately issued a death order: "There are a lot of young men who can't even find a daughter-in-law. It's embarrassing for your mother. Get out tomorrow and go on a blind date."

Song Zijian himself is not bad in appearance, 1.8 meters tall, sitting on the dining table, his head was already dizzy, coupled with his mother's Hedong Lion Roar, he said irritably: "I'm already engaged, and I will get married in three days. She took it back, are you satisfied?"

After Song Zijian finished speaking, three exclamations sounded beside him: "What did you say—"

Father Song: "Is your son engaged?"

Mother Song: "Whose girl?"

Brother Song: "Get married in three days?"

When the three of them turned their heads, six pairs of bewildered eyes gathered in one place, and said in unison, "Zijian has a crush, why don't we know?"

When they wanted to ask the person concerned, Song Zijian dropped a blockbuster and slumped on the dinner table, already drunk to a puddle of mud.

……

The next day, the autumn wind was warm and the white clouds were melodious.

Today, Yan Ying did not take the exercise book to the back mountain to do the questions, but instead consolidated her assets. She planned to communicate with her parents to return Song Zijian's dowry money and dissolve their engagement.

For the Yan family's parents, Yan Ying still understood that they loved money, and as long as they were given enough benefits, they would agree to all their requests.

The hypocrisy, greed and indifference of human nature are vividly displayed in them.

This type of person is actually better in control.

Unexpectedly, the plan could not keep up with the change.

Just when Yan Ying was about to explain clearly to her parents, there was a knock on the door, and she saw a middle-aged couple in well-dressed clothes, followed by two sons. To be precise, the eldest son was like catching a thief. The youngest son came to the door.

Yan's parents looked at them and asked, "Who are you?"

Song Wenru showed a kind smile and said, "Excuse me, is this Yan Fuhai's home? I am Song Zijian's father, Song Wenru."

Father Yan stood up and said, "I am Yan Fuhai, what do you need from me?"

Song Wenru said with a warm smile on his face: "Yesterday, the dog came to harass you. He talked nonsense and offended everyone. Please forgive me. Our family is here for the marriage between my son Song Zijian and your daughter Yan Ying." "

The Yan family's parents were confused at first, but now that they heard this, they understood a little bit. Yan's father stared at Song Wenru, thinking that he had heard this person's name somewhere.

Yan's mother covered her pocket with one hand, and said vigilantly: "Your son's betrothal gift has already been given, he is engaged to my daughter, and my daughter's reputation is gone. If you still want to go back on your word, let me tell you, this betrothal gift money, I am one Points will not be refunded”

Song's mother was stuck in her throat when she said "family mother". She, Zhang Guilan, as the women's director in the town, had never seen anything before. Most rural people are patriarchal. Seeing Yan's mother like this now , I knew what was going on, and immediately my face turned cold.

Yan Ying heard their conversation at the door in the courtyard. It turned out that Song's parents escorted the male partner over.

Yan Ying was also curious about the Song family's parents in the original owner's wish. She looked up and saw her father and Song Wenru standing together, a rough farmer and a refined intellectual, two people who couldn't fight each other , but now they gather here to talk because of their children's marriage.

Song Wenru originally didn't agree with the youngest son finding a partner for him, but he saw the girl in the yard at a glance. Although she looked a little thinner, she exuded a literati aura, especially those eyes. There is a spirit in it, which is rare in the countryside. There is an idiom in the book called bright eyes and good looks, which should be like this.

Father Song nodded secretly, and for the first time expressed his agreement with his younger son's gaze, and then exchanged greetings with Father Yan in an easy-to-understand manner.

After a few words with Yan's mother, Zhang Guilan knew Yan Ying's status in the family.

Yan's mother glared at Yan Ying, she didn't know how to show herself when her in-laws came, she really didn't have the slightest vision to see: "Mother-in-law, you're here, what else do you bring, you dead girl, what are you doing standing there, didn't you see?" When the guests come, hurry up and pour water."

Yan Ying originally wanted to listen in, but now she was instructed by Yan's mother to go out.

Song's mother originally thought that her son's handling of this matter was unreliable, and she shook her head after seeing Yan's parents, but after seeing Yan Ying, she didn't think so anymore, and went straight to Yan Ying to stop her and said: "Wait, don't be too busy, we don't drink water, this girl is Zijian's target, she looks like Zhou Zheng's child"

Being watched by so many people, Yan Ying didn't feel stage fright, instead she showed a faint smile: "Uncle, Aunt, hello!"

"Hey, good." When Song's mother used to be the women's director, she often went to other people's homes to mediate conflicts. The little girls she met were not too many, but there were not many. They were impressive. one.

Although equality between men and women is now emphasized, and women hold up half the sky, the patriarchal prejudice in China for thousands of years means that most girls are not as favored as those boys.

The personalities of these girls are often determined by their families of origin, and most of the girls living in patriarchal families have a distinctive feature: timidity and cowardice.

But Yan Ying made her see a different result, this girl had light in her eyes.

Just when Song's parents and Yan's parents got together and praised and praised the children of the two families, Song Zijian and Yan Ying could be regarded as meeting each other.

Yan Ying looked at the infatuated male partner on the opposite side and said inwardly: "Looking at the person who looks like a dog, licking a dog is licking a dog, until the end of the licking, there is nothing left"

It was the first time Song Zijian saw Yan Ying, his pupils trembled slightly: "As for the promised sister, she doesn't look like Yan Xin at all, she's too ugly."