#Can you share your love story# Speaking of my daughter-in-law. The heart is beautiful. Man this life. To marry a good daughter-in-law. That's the smoke coming from your ancestral grave. The blessings of eight lifetimes of cultivation do not believe that I will tell you
Me and my daughter-in-law. I met him through someone else's introduction. I was 17 years old. My daughter-in-law is 19 years old. We met in the matchmaker's house, and I saw her wearing a red plaid tunic. A pair of jeans was worn underneath. One meter 72 tall. The face of a duck egg. The long one is so beautiful. I was deeply fascinated, and I was one meter seven tall at the time. Or lean on it. It's actually a meter six nine! I wore a leather shoe that was elevated. Ha ha. It felt like I was a third class cripple. Fortunately, I was young at that time. My mouth will also speak very well. Chatted about parents in short. I guess I was looking at this young man at the time. Long is also a bit of a gentleman! Or maybe I was bringing people a kind of honesty and honesty! Estimated girls now. If only you saw me now. I guess I really can't marry my daughter-in-law haha. Am I a bit narcissistic? Just like that, we had a brief conversation. Both sides went home. I felt satisfied.
Back home. My mother asked me. How's that? Favorite? I smiled and said to my mother. I like it so much. I don't know if people agree or disagree. Mom said. I'll ask the matchmaker in two days. I felt like I was so excited. The feeling of wanting to hold someone in your arms is also wonderful. It was like this for two days. My mom went to find a matchmaker. Asked. The matchmaker said. The woman's side also agreed to the relationship. That's it. Our marriage kicked off.
That's how we started dating. It's August 15th. I rode my bike. Go pick her up and come to my house for August 15th. Mooncakes and fruits bought at that time went to their house. Arrived at the home of my father-in-law and mother-in-law at the time. There was also a very homely feeling. It felt like I'd been here before. They were all very happy with my arrival. Happily welcomed me into the house. Pour me water. Felt exceptionally welcoming. I thought to myself. That's what my mother said. Does the mother-in-law hurt the aunt really? There was a burst of joy in my heart. But I spoke very cautiously, carefully. Afraid of which word is wrong? This daughter-in-law don't run away. Ha ha.
To be continued.
