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Wen Minghua was very satisfied with Liu Hongjun's answer. Looking at his neat movements on the stove, she knew that he was indeed someone who often entered the kitchen. Wen Minghua gave him extra points in her heart.

After the two chatted, Wen Minghua asked about his family situation, and then she learned that Liu Hongjun had stayed in the machinery factory as a technician after graduating from the Workers', Peasants and Soldiers University in [-].

Machinery factory?
Wen Minghua raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything. She just continued to listen to Liu Hongjun talk about the situation at home:

"My eldest brother, sister, and a younger brother who is five years younger than me are all married. The remaining younger brother is only nineteen and has just been with a partner. My younger sister is still in the third grade of junior high school, but she has very good grades. You should be able to read books.”

Liu Hongjun was a little embarrassed, but after thinking about it, he finally said that he was responsible for taking a large part in providing for his parents:

"At that time, my family spent a lot of money so that I could go to college. When I was studying in Beijing, my family often sent me money and things."

Wen Minghua nodded and expressed her appreciation for his behavior in supporting his parents:

"Then the matter of you taking the lion's share was something your brothers discussed, or was it something you proposed on your own initiative?"

There is also a difference between taking the initiative and taking the responsibility passively, which can explain whether the brothers in his family get along well and what kind of thoughts his parents have.

From Wen Minghua's point of view, she voluntarily took on all the responsibilities and obligations, which she did voluntarily and willingly, but being plotted was another matter.

"I brought it up myself."

At that time, although he was admitted to college, the conditions of his family were not good. In order to provide him with travel expenses and living expenses, his sister-in-law took out five yuan from her savings when she got married.

Later, the family bought him two new sets of clothes, shoes and socks. These were obtained because of the extremely difficult circumstances at home, so the family tightened their belts and sold the freshly divided grains.

As he spoke, Liu Hongjun's eyes turned red.

In fact, he is self-aware. He is not worthy of a girl like Yang Manchun who comes from a working class family and has very good conditions. But there is no way. Who made him fall in love with her when he first saw her at Yang Baomin's house? Are you on it?

At the beginning, he actually hesitated, but the more he saw her and got to know her better, the unwillingness in his heart grew like grass. Why should he give up before he tried?

Therefore, he deliberately picked her up from school often, and said he would not disturb her when she was in trouble. In fact, he was waiting for her to be familiar with his existence, and then for her to graduate, and then to be fair and honest. Let her have no reason to refuse his pursuit of her.

He succeeded. The nearly four years he spent were not in vain. He successfully chased the girl of his choice.

but now?
Liu Hongjun quietly raised his eyes and looked at Wen Minghua. Now, it depends on whether this girl, a particularly powerful mother, will nod, so that he can have a real chance to marry her.

He was feeling uneasy, especially when he saw that Wen Minghua had been silent after hearing about the situation at his home. He became even more anxious:
"My mother, old man, they said they don't need me to support them in old age. They are all in the countryside. They can eat whatever they grow on their own land. Just tell me to live my own life."

In this hurry, he no longer uses Trump, but just speaks Sichuan dialect.
"It's just that I still send them money every month as I said when I came here to study."

Seeing Wen Minghua looking at him, he quickly explained:

"But I don't send much, just ten yuan. My monthly salary is more than 80, and I save whatever is left. There is no problem in supporting..."

When he came to the words "wife and children", his voice disappeared. Although the last sentence "no problem" was spoken, it was very low.

Because he remembered the series of changes that had taken place in Yang Manchun after she graduated, such as the new clothes she put on every few days, such as her polished leather shoes... and then he remembered the shoes worn by Yang Manchun's mother in front of him. Liu Hongjun suddenly lost his self-confidence in the family braised food shop. After getting married, with his salary of 70 yuan and [-] yuan a month, could he make Yang Manchun live the same life as he did before he was married?

Wen Minghua laughed in her heart, but it didn't show on her face:
"Then what happens next, will you go back to your hometown?"

Others didn't know it, but she knew it. In a few years, there would be a wave of layoffs, and more people would abandon the so-called iron rice bowl and choose to go into business overseas.

She didn't know what Liu Hongjun, a technician, would ultimately choose, but she still wanted to know if his job changed, would he stay in Beijing because of Yang Manchun?

"If your factory sends you back to your hometown to serve as a technical director, will you go back?"

Liu Hongjun was stunned. Obviously, he had never thought about this problem. Now that Wen Minghua mentioned it, the first thing he thought of was what to do with Yang Manchun?
Yang Manchun also has a job, so he won't give up his job and go back to his hometown with him?

He looked at Wen Minghua, his lips kept trembling. After a long while, he asked Wen Minghua uncertainly:
"Auntie, don't you want me to continue with Manchun?"

My heart ached beyond measure. Whenever I thought about him not being able to marry Yang Manchun, I felt suffocated:
"No, Auntie, I will not leave Manchun behind, no matter when."

He suddenly stood up straight and bowed to Wen Minghua very seriously:
"Auntie, please feel free to marry Manchun to me. I promise that as long as I am still alive, I will never let her suffer any injustice."

Work is not as important as the girl in his heart. If he ever gets sent abroad, he will just resign.

Since Yang Manchun's mother can start her own business and open a shop, she will definitely not look down on the self-employed. When the time comes for him to quit his job and do something on his own, he will not choose to leave the capital.

The thoughts in his heart were fleeting, but his bent waist was still waiting for Wen Minghua's verdict, and he refused to get up for a long time.

Wen Minghua was startled by his sudden bow at first, but when she came to her senses, she felt quite uncomfortable:
"You, Red Army, get up and let's talk."

She reached out and patted his shoulder. Seeing that he stood up straight again, she continued:

"I have no objection to you and Manchun, but there are some things that I, a mother, want to make clear to you in advance."

She leaned against the cupboard and pointed to Yang Manchun who was still immersed in washing clothes with Manni outside:

"Manchun, this girl, what should I say?"

Wen Minghua sighed:
"She is actually not as confident as you see. She is also very delicate and sensitive. Sometimes, she is easy to make mistakes. Unless she has figured it out and turns around, she will insist on it even if you tell the truth. My own opinion."

In fact, to put it bluntly, he has a bad temper.

Wen Minghua looked back at Liu Hongjun with the same serious expression:

"If you get married, Red Army, can you tolerate her, let her, and not do anything with her for the rest of your life?"

She could accept quarreling. After all, they were living as husband and wife, so how could there be no quarrels, but she hated the pain of doing it. (End of chapter)