Zhong Yuan told me before that his grandfather worked in a bank, his father was a university professor, and his mother was a full-time wife. Therefore, I have always thought that his family is not even considered middle class, at most they have no worries about food and clothing, and some small money. Originally, he was not considered extravagant when he spent money. Although he wasted it occasionally, but later I heard that he made money by himself. Because of this, there is no pressure for me to be with him. Although there is a gap in family background, after all, we belong to the proletariat, so the difference is not too big, and the distance in this respect is not too difficult to bridge.
However, I only found out today that the so-called working in a bank is not what I thought at all, not to mention that his grandfather has some consortium in China...
Now that I think about it, my original thoughts were really naive. How can there be children from ordinary families who are forced to trade stocks at the age of seven or eight? Moreover, although Zhong Yuan doesn't use luxury goods very much, I can also tell from his words and deeds revealed in ordinary conversations that he knows a lot about those corrupt things, and he even knows a lot about those who are not in the upper class. I know a lot of rules and things. At first, I just thought that this was the "common sense necessary for pretense" mentioned in Passerby B's "Complete Pretending Manual". Now it seems that I am really stupid.
Actually, if I knew Zhong Yuan's family was so rich when I first met him, maybe I wouldn't like him. How should I put it, my dad told me to stay away from rich people, especially not to marry rich people. This is not to say that our family hates the rich or has integrity, but because my dad has always believed that the distance between classes cannot be surpassed. Both my father and I firmly believe in the conclusion drawn through many years of media influence such as TV, radio, and the gossip group of Mr. Zhang’s family in the east of the village.
But now...
Sadly, I came to a very artistic conclusion: I, Muer, fell in love with someone I shouldn't love...
"Wood? Wood?" Zhong Yuan held my chin and shook it gently.
"Uh..." I blinked at him, not knowing what to say.
Zhong Yuan raised his head slightly and approached me, his soft lips touched my forehead, and then he whispered: "Wu Mu, you trust me."
"Zhong Yuan," I lowered my head listlessly, hesitated for a while, and finally said, "Don't you think there is too much difference between us?"
Zhong Yuan grabbed my shoulder excitedly, with a little force: "I don't think so."
"Uh," I felt a little helpless towards Zhong Yuan's non-cooperative attitude, "but I think our conditions are a bit inappropriate..."
Zhong Yuan's tone was very strong, "Then turn inappropriate into appropriate."
I was a little moved and sad, "But... some things are always insurmountable..."
Zhong Yuan's voice trembled slightly, "Then what are you going to do, want to break up with me?"
"I… "
Zhong Yuan suddenly pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly, angrily said: "Don't even think about it!"
I let him hold him, but my heart began to be at a loss and uncomfortable. Of course I am reluctant to break up with Zhong Yuan, but there are some things that I have believed in for nearly twenty years, and it is still difficult to change them. But if it doesn't change, the reality is in front of it, and it's like a stick in the throat, which makes people feel at a loss. What's more, even if it changes, what can it do? Facts will never change with people's beliefs, and what we have to face is probably just this kind of fact.
In this case, if I marry Zhong Yuan, will I be happy? Leaving aside those who are happy or unhappy, will we be blessed? Zhong Yuan's parents already have a suitable candidate for their daughter-in-law, will they accept me? What's more, can I integrate into their circle of class? Even if I could, would I like that kind of life? Zhong Yuan has always been trained as his grandfather's heir, and his wife should be someone who can bring great help to his career, right? Ask yourself, besides making trouble for Zhong Yuan, how can I help him? Ordinary people's love and marriage have to consider trifles such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, let alone the affairs of wealthy families? For a person like Zhong Yuan, what kind of wife he can marry is probably not up to him, right
I'm not a person who likes to think too much, but the facts are in front of me, but I can't help but think too much. Especially this kind of fact is the kind I don't want to see the most.
Zhong Yuan hugged me tighter and tighter, and I struggled uncomfortably. He relaxed me a little, but held my hand very vigilantly, as if he was afraid that I would run away.
Zhong Yuan took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and said to me: "Wu Mu, tell me, before you knew about this, you were with me, was there any pressure?"
I shook my head and answered honestly: "No, except sometimes I think you are too smart."
Zhong Yuan rubbed my hair with one hand in satisfaction, "So, those are external contradictions, objective conditions, and can be ignored. Relationships are just a matter between two people, why should they be disturbed by irrelevant things?" arrive."
I'm not so easily fooled by him, "Emotions are a matter between two people, but if two people want to be together, it's not just a matter of feelings."
Zhong Yuan let out a long sigh and said, "Wu Mu, have you watched too many ethics films?"
I argued: "The facts are right in front of you, okay? Let me talk about the simplest thing first. If we are together, will our family object to this? If my father knows how rich your family is, he will definitely persuade me to leave you."
Zhong Yuan chuckled, "I've made it clear to your dad. He said that as long as you want, he has no problem. He also said, trust me to take good care of you."
I looked up at him in surprise, and after looking for a long time, I felt that he didn't seem to be lying, "When did you tell him?"
Zhong Yuan: "A long time ago."
I can't help but sigh, it seems that my dad has been tortured by Zhong Yuan very deeply, so deeply that he can't be cured.
I was still uneasy, and asked, "What about you, what about your parents? They should choose a daughter-in-law for you, right?"
Zhong Yuan squinted his eyes, "I am the one who married my wife, and they can at best give some guidance."
I continued to ask, "Where's your grandfather? He raised you up so much, surely he can't let you marry a wife casually?"
Zhong Yuan seemed very unhappy, "How can I call it casual when I marry you?"
I rubbed the top of my hair against the hollow of his neck flatteringly, "That's not what I meant."
Zhong Yuan lowered his head and bit the corner of my lips gently, "Follow me to Shanghai next week to meet Grandpa."
Uh…
Are you going to meet your parents? I'm so nervous...
Zhong Yuan suddenly pressed me on the sofa, looked down at me with a half-smile, and said, "Actually, there is another way to dispel your worries."
I blinked at him, "What?"
"Wood," Zhong Yuan's face moved closer, his lips almost touched mine, he exhaled hot breath, and said, "Shall we cook raw rice?"
"Okay, okay, let me go first."
Zhong Yuan's eyes flickered, and the corner of his mouth curled into a deep arc. He got up and relaxed his grip on me.
I got out of his arms, jumped off the sofa, and said in a panic while running to the kitchen: "I'm going to cook now, and cook the raw rice into cooked rice."
Zhong Yuan's muffled laughter came from behind, a little joyful and a little regretful.