From January 2017 to March 2018, I personally experienced two blind dates arranged by my parents, each more impressive than the other, and each time making me more convinced: the relationship between a man and a woman is the most complex relationship in the world, and there is absolutely no one.
The entanglement of marriage and the house
I remember that it was the end of 2016, and I was working in a foreign country, but it was only 50 miles from my hometown. One day, my mother suddenly called me and said: A grandmother next door wants to introduce me to a partner, and come back to the New Year to go on a blind date. I said yes. The factory is on holiday on the 26th and 7th of the waxing month. So I went home and started working on a blind date. The most enthusiastic person was my mother, who ran to the big supermarket on the street, bought a lot of candy and fruit, and told me how to talk to the woman along the way.
After some deliberation among the adults, the date of the meeting was finally finalized. I drove my own electric tricycle, and my mother and matchmaker, the neighbor's grandmother, were a group of three people, riding a small gift to meet. It turned out that the other party's matchmaker's house was not far away, about less than 10 minutes, and arrived. As soon as we met, I learned that the matchmaker here was a middle-aged uncle. At first, I seemed very restrained, thinking that asking someone to introduce me to a girlfriend was not such a glorious thing. After three words and two words, I had a general understanding of the situation here: it turned out that the daughter-in-law of this matchmaker's family was a daughter-in-law of my neighbor's grandmother. And this matchmaker is also a relative of the woman's family, and the two families live diagonally opposite the road.
About the girl I was about to meet, it is said that more than a year ago, her husband who worked at a power plant died unexpectedly, and there is a 10-year-old son under his knee, who is currently in elementary school. The girl's mother also died three months ago, the old father was at home with grandchildren, and both younger brothers were married, but they did not live well, did not buy a house, and the family house was only built on one floor. Finally, the matchmaker revealed to me one of the most explosive secrets: his husband earned a full 800,000 yuan with one life, because the power plant compensated their family for what was said to be 800,000 yuan. I just smiled at it.
Everyone was chatting happily, and the matchmaker suddenly said: The girl has returned from over there, you should go and meet with people. So I went out the door. I saw three people walking in front of me, two women, one of whom was holding a little girl in her hand. I took three steps and two steps to catch up, took the initiative to talk to people, and took out a handful of candy and stuffed it into the little girl's pocket. A few of us got off the main road, turned west, and entered a small wood. The woman with the child said he went back first and asked the two of us to have a good talk.
It was the first time in my life that I had been dating a girl and I was a little nervous and didn't know what to say. In the middle of the conversation, there was a pause of about a minute. However, the girl seemed very active, and at a fork in the road, he suddenly asked: What do you think of me? Can you take a fancy to me? I was confused, did not turn around for a moment, and could only answer: I think you are weird, let's continue to talk. So the two people added WeChat and left each other's phone numbers. I saw him turn his head and say, "Then I'll go." So the blind date, which lasted 20 minutes, was over. Back at the matchmaker, everyone asked me how I was talking with the girl, which made me a little overwhelmed.
Since in those years, I still used an old man's mobile phone, so I could only text and make calls. To tell you the truth, after returning home from the blind date, my heart seems to be much fuller, after all, I may have to take off the single in the future. From then on, I was going to live with a woman, and that little ripple began to ripple.
I agreed with the girl on a time and place to meet again. I remember it was January 31, 2017. I got up early and got on the bus to the county seat after dinner. The date was in Seongseo Park, a small, secluded and romantic garden, and I was here for the first time. I arrived first, and after waiting for a while, the girl and his sister, who was meeting for the first time with the child, also arrived on a battery car. At the entrance of the park, there were several stalls selling food, and the two girls were very polite, not anything else, each brewing a cup of milk tea, warm and cold hands. I acted very brash, spent 20 yuan, and invited them.
Her sister deliberately walked away, leaving only the two of us. On the gravel road, by the small river, in the gazebo, we talked very frankly, and there was a tacit understanding of the heart; talking about work, talking about the future, nothing to do with money, nothing to do with materials. Finally, we talked about the blood and bones of her and her deceased husband, a poor boy who had lost his father and father's love. I seem to be ready for how to be a stepfather. So he said excitedly: The child's homework, in the future, I will give it to me, I will tutor him.
This time on a park date, I thought it was a love affair. But I was wrong.