How did your parents get together then? Tell me about their parents' love.

Speaking of parents' love story, it can be described in one sentence. The process is tortuous and the result is beautiful!

My mother is an only child, which was very rare in the sixties and seventies, so she is more coquettish and open-minded. My parents met at my mother's house. At that time, my grandfather's house was being built. My father was an apprentice in that engineering team and went to my mother's house to build a house every day. One day, my mother found my dad secretly wiping his tears at work. Out of pity, she went over to ask him why he was crying when he was alone. She also said that she would help my dad get something to eat. My father was very shy at that time, and suddenly a big girl turned red when she talked to herself, shaking her head and saying that she was not hungry. She didn't cry. This must be my mother's fault. Since then, my mother has been very concerned about this shy young man and went to chat with my father when she was free. After a while, when they got to know each other a little better, my father opened his heart to my mother and said that the first time he saw my father crying, he was scolded by her grandfather before going out in the morning, which was quite wronged. She only cries when she is out of breath, because it makes my mother laugh for a long time. They haven't seen each other since my grandfather's house was built.

Two months later, my father went to my mother's village to build a house (meaning that my parents' house is a neighboring village, not far apart), and they met again. This time there was a feeling of reunion after a long separation, and then a month later, when the house was built, we could not meet often. According to my mother's description, she has been unrequited in love ever since. Grandpa saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, so he asked someone to inquire about my father's family background. As a result, because my father's family was poor and had no strength, he took relatives to introduce me to my mother. So my mother started her blind date, maybe it was someone in her heart, and none of them succeeded. In this way, a year passed.

Let's talk about my dad first. I kissed him several times this year, for various reasons, probably mostly because my family was poor (snickering) and failed. My grandfather didn't know where he heard that my parents knew each other, so he asked someone to come to my grandfather's house to intercede, but my grandfather already knew about my father's house. I didn't have this idea at first, but it doesn't make sense to have it now, so I flatly refused. When my mother found out, she lost her temper and insisted on my grandfather's permission. It's no use trying to persuade her. She also threatened not to eat. Later, my grandfather had no choice but to bite the bullet and talk to my grandfather about getting married, but when it comes to bride price, my grandfather couldn't come up with a bride price. Let's just say that the two of them get along well first, and then talk about marriage when they have money next year.

Another year passed, my mother didn't marry, and neither did my father. However, my grandfather still couldn't pay the bride price, so my mother took care of my father. My grandfather has no choice but to take a step back, so the bride price can be waived. But because my mother is an only child, my parents will go to my grandfather's house by adoption after marriage. My grandfather has three sons, and this condition is acceptable, but my father is ashamed and just doesn't agree. After a few months, under my mother's soft grinding and hard foam, my father finally agreed, so they finally got together after three years of understanding.

So it is not so much a love story of parents as a love story of mothers. Later, I asked my father why he made such a big sacrifice. My father said that only your mother didn't dislike my poverty, and my sacrifice was nothing, as long as she was happy.