In the fiery red era of the heavens, refrigerators are refreshed daily.

Since confirming his relationship with Meng Yining, Yang Guangming has felt that every day is exceptionally fulfilling.

The two no longer needed to hide from others' gazes, and their interactions became more natural and frequent.

Sometimes, after get off work, Yang Guangming would wait for Meng Yining at the entrance of the affiliated primary school, and the two would take a walk along the path outside the factory area.

On a summer evening, a gentle breeze carried the faint fragrance of wildflowers by the roadside. They chatted about interesting things that happened at work, occasionally reminiscing about their junior high school days; they always had so much to say.

Sometimes, on Sundays when they had time off, the two of them would go to the movies together.

The county cinema was dimly lit. The two sat close together, their shoulders lightly touching. When the scene became tense, Meng Yining would unconsciously grab Yang Guangming's arm, only to quickly let go as she realized what was happening, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Yang Guangming simply smiled and naturally took her hand. Her hand was soft and slightly cool, but it gradually warmed up in his large palm.

Meng Yining gradually opened up as well. She would knit gloves for Yang Guangming using blue yarn that she had saved up for a long time, with fine stitches, planning to give them to him as a gift when early winter came.

On sunny days when she would go into the mountains, she would brew a pot of chrysanthemum tea in advance, put it in a military water bottle, and ask her older brother, Meng Zhigang, to take it to him. The refreshing and cooling chrysanthemum tea was especially rare in the mountains.

Yang Guangming often brought her wild fruits from the mountains—sweet and sour hawthorns, bright red raspberries—wrapped in washed leaves. Meng Yining always carefully kept them, sharing some with Huang Yali, and savoring the rest slowly; each fruit could be enjoyed for a long time.

Their feelings for each other steadily warmed up in the midst of ordinary daily life, like the land nourished by a gentle rain, quietly sprouting lush greenery.

Happy times always pass quickly, and before we knew it, it was already the end of August.

This Sunday morning, the sky was a clear, bright blue, with a few wisps of clouds drifting across the horizon—perfect weather for fishing.

Yang Guangming got up early and carefully checked his fishing gear. The fishing rod was the one Meng Zhigang had made; he was very comfortable using it. The fish basket was clean, and the bait was freshly mixed with flour and sesame oil last night, emitting a faint fragrance.

He took out some more supplies from his storage space: a small packet of biscuits, a few apples, and a pot of iced tea. Fishing is a pastime, so it's important to have everything you need.

At 7:50, he carried his things downstairs and met Meng Zhigang at the building entrance.

Today, Meng Zhigang was dressed in a slightly worn military uniform, carrying a fish basket and a small cloth bag, looking quite energetic.

"Good morning, Guangming," Meng Zhigang greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, brother." Yang Guangming walked over. "Where are Yining and the others?"

"We should be there soon. We agreed to meet at the entrance of the residential compound at eight o'clock."

The two walked towards the entrance of the family compound as they talked. Just as they reached the entrance, they saw Meng Yining and Huang Yali walking towards them from the direction of the primary school.

Today, Meng Yining wore a light blue floral shirt, dark gray trousers, and white plastic sandals. Two jet-black braids hung down her chest, and she wore a straw sun hat, looking refreshing and pretty.

Huang Yali wore a white shirt and army green pants, her short hair neatly styled, and she also wore a straw hat. She carried a small cloth bag, indicating that she had also prepared some things.

"Big brother, Guangming." Meng Yining walked up and greeted him softly with a faint smile on her face.

Huang Yali also smiled and said, "Brother Meng, Guangming, I didn't keep you waiting long, did I?"

“No, we just arrived too.” Yang Guangming said, naturally taking the small cloth bag from Meng Yining’s hand. “Let me take it.”

Meng Yining didn't refuse. She let go of his hand and said softly, "There are a few pancakes inside. Have some to tide you over when you're hungry."

"You've thought of everything," Yang Guangming said with a smile.

Meng Zhigang glanced at the sky: "Everyone's here, let's go. We'll go to the usual spot today, there are lots of fish in that section of the river."

The four of them left the family compound and headed towards the riverbank on the west side of the county town.

The streets were quiet in the morning, with the occasional elderly person carrying a basket walking by as they went to buy groceries. Sunlight shone softly on the bluestone pavement.

Naturally, Meng Zhigang and Huang Yali walked in front, while Yang Guangming and Meng Yining walked behind, about ten steps apart.

The two couples chatted and laughed, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the riverbank.

It was the same river bend as before, the water wide and calm, with willows providing shade along the banks. After a summer, the aquatic plants were even more lush, a verdant expanse swaying gently with the current.

"Let's take this spot," Meng Zhigang said, choosing a shady spot under a tree. "It's cool here, and there are lots of fish."

Yang Guangming looked at the water and chose a spot a dozen meters away from Meng Zhigang.

The two girls sat down on a plastic sheet under the shade of a tree and arranged the things they had brought.

Yang Guangming and Meng Zhigang were preparing to go fishing. They baited their hooks, adjusted their floats, and cast their lines with practiced ease.

The float stood quietly on the water's surface, occasionally swaying gently with the ripples.

Fishing requires patience, and Yang Ming was in no hurry. He held the fishing rod steadily, his eyes fixed on the float, his mind at peace.

Meng Yining and Huang Yali sat on a plastic sheet, talking quietly. Huang Yali took out a novel from her bag, "Tracks in the Snowy Forest," and the two huddled together to read it.

Time passed slowly, and occasionally a fish would leap out of the water, creating a ripple.

Every time Yang Guangming comes fishing, he seems to have good luck, and this time was no exception. In less than twenty minutes, the float suddenly twitched slightly and then slowly sank.

With a flick of his wrist, the fishing rod bent into an arc.

"They've taken the bait!" Meng Zhigang shouted.

Sunny and unhurried, he gently reeled in the line. It didn't feel heavy; it must be a small fish.

Sure enough, a crucian carp the size of a palm was pulled out of the water, its silvery-white scales shimmering in the sunlight.

"You caught one so quickly!" Huang Yali put down her book and stood up excitedly.

Meng Yining's eyes widened, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

Yang Guangming pulled the fish to the shore, and Meng Zhigang came over with a landing net to help scoop them up. The crucian carp weren't big, but they were very fresh and were thrashing around in the net.

"A great start!" Meng Zhigang laughed. "Guangming, it seems you're on a good winning streak today."

Yang Guangming smiled, took the fish off the plate, and put it into the fish basket.

I re-baited and cast. The float had barely settled when it stirred again.

This time, the commotion was noticeably different. The float was suddenly pulled into the water, the fishing rod bent into a large arc instantly, and the tip of the rod trembled violently.

"This one's big!" Meng Zhigang shouted, putting down his fishing rod and picking up a landing net to help.

Yang Guangming steadied his fishing rod, feeling the force underwater. It was indeed quite large, struggling fiercely; it must be a big fish.

He dared not pull too hard, and instead slowly maneuvered around the fish, following its momentum. The fish darted left and right underwater, splashing water everywhere.

Meng Yining and Huang Yali both stood up, watching the river surface nervously.

"Don't rush, take it slow," Meng Zhigang reminded him from the side. "We need to deplete its energy."

Yang Guangming was very experienced, sometimes letting out the line, sometimes reeling it in, his movements steady. After about seven or eight minutes, the struggle underwater gradually weakened.

He seized the opportunity and began to steadily reel in the line.

A large grass carp slowly surfaced, its back bluish-gray and its tail thumping powerfully.

"What a huge grass carp!" Huang Yali exclaimed.

With lightning speed, Meng Zhigang scooped up the fish with a single dip of the net. The grass carp thrashed about in the net, looking to weigh over two pounds.

"Guangming, you're really lucky!" Meng Zhigang exclaimed. "This fish is enough for a delicious lunch for us."

Yang Guangming put the fish into the basket, feeling happy. It seemed like today's catch would be good.

Sure enough, his good luck continued for the next period of time.

Before 11 a.m., the fish basket was already heavy. After counting, there were a total of six fish: three small crucian carp (negligible), and three large fish: two grass carp weighing over two pounds each, and one catfish weighing nearly three pounds.

Meng Zhigang also had a good catch today, including a few small fish and a silver carp weighing over two pounds.

"Looks like the fish in this area really recognize you today," Meng Zhigang said with a smile, looking at Yang Ming's basket full of fish. "I'm just there to make up the numbers."

Yang Guangming said modestly, "Brother Meng, you flatter me. Your silver carp is quite big; it's perfect for stewing."

Looking at the time, it's almost eleven o'clock.

"We've had enough, let's go back," Yang Guangming suggested. "Let's cook it early and have a good lunch."

Meng Zhigang looked at the bountiful harvest and nodded in agreement: "Okay, let's go back. So many fish, enough for us to eat our fill."

The two girls naturally had no objections and began packing their things.

The four began their journey home. Meng Zhigang took the initiative to carry the heavy fish basket, and he and Huang Yali walked in front, while Yang Guangming and Meng Yining followed behind.

The fish in the basket thrashed about every now and then, attracting the attention of passersby. Such a bountiful harvest is quite rare in this time of supply shortage.

"Guangming, you're really good at fishing," Meng Yining said softly. "You always have such a great catch."

"I was lucky, plus I do have some talent for fishing," Yang Guangming smiled. "Mainly, there are a lot of fish in this area, and the bait is just right."

He paused, then looked at Meng Yining: "If you want to learn, I'll teach you specifically next time."

Meng Yining nodded: "Okay, I think fishing is quite interesting. It's quiet and can calm the mind."

"It's a deal then, I'll teach you next time." Yang Guangming looked at her. "Once you've learned it, we can come here often."

Meng Yining blushed slightly and softly hummed in agreement.

Back in the residential compound, as I walked into Building No. 3, I encountered many neighbors along the way.

Seeing them carrying heavy fish baskets, the neighbors all looked on with envy.

"Guangming, Zhigang, went fishing again? You've had quite a catch!" Aunt Li from the first floor said.

"We were lucky to catch a school of fish," Meng Zhigang said with a smile.

"These two young ladies come here often, don't they?" Aunt Li looked at Meng Yining and Huang Yali with a smile in her eyes. "It's good for young people to get together more often."

Meng Yining lowered her head somewhat embarrassed, while Huang Yali smiled gracefully.

After exchanging a few perfunctory words, the four of them went upstairs.

Upon arriving at Yang Guangming's house and entering, the group began to get busy.

Yang Guangming brought out the stove, and Meng Zhigang helped fetch water and wash the pots. Meng Yining and Huang Yali then volunteered to handle the fish. After a few practice sessions, the two girls had become much more skilled at processing fish, scaling, gutting, and cleaning them with swift movements and excellent teamwork.

Today, Yang Guangming is preparing to stew two grass carp, which together weigh a total of five pounds.

He still used the same home-style method: frying the fish pieces until golden brown, then adding hot water, scallions, and ginger slices.

Bring it to a boil over high heat, then simmer over low heat. Soon, the rich aroma of fish filled the entire corridor.

The main dish was, as usual, a pot of white rice. The aroma of rice mixed with the fragrance of fish was very appetizing.

In addition, Yang Guangming also brought out eight perfectly pickled salted duck eggs. The bluish-gray eggshells were washed clean, cut in half, and the golden-red egg yolks were glistening with oil, making them look particularly tempting when placed on a white porcelain plate.

The dishes were simple, but the portions were generous and the food was quite oily. For the group of people who usually didn't eat much oily food, this was a rare feast.

Yang Guangming brought the stewed fish to the table. A large pot of stewed fish, a plate of salted duck eggs, a plate of cucumber salad, and a pot of white rice—simple yet plentiful.

"Come on, let's start eating," Yang Guangming called out to everyone.

The four people sat down around the table.

Meng Zhigang first picked up a piece of fish, blew on it, and put it in his mouth. The fish was tender, the broth was rich, and it had a fishy aroma and a hint of spiciness, making it very appetizing.

"Mmm! Delicious!" he exclaimed. "Guangming, your fish stewing skills are getting better and better!"

Huang Yali picked up a piece of fish head meat and found it incredibly delicious. "It's really good, even better than what you get in restaurants."

Meng Yining took a sip of the soup and her eyes lit up: "The soup is delicious, especially fresh."

Yang Guangming smiled and said, "Eat more if you like. Two fish are enough for us."

He placed a piece of fish belly meat on Meng Yining's plate: "This piece has no bones, you can try it."

This gesture was perfectly natural. Meng Yining thanked her softly, without refusing.

Huang Yali saw it all and a smile crept onto her lips. Meng Zhigang also saw it, but he pretended not to notice and kept his head down, eating his fish.

Yang Guangming took out two bottles of beer and poured a glass for himself and Meng Zhigang.

"What would you two ladies like to drink? Tea or plain water?" Yang Guangming asked.

"I'll just have tea," Meng Yining said.

“I also drink tea,” Huang Yali nodded.

Yang Guangming poured each of them a cup of tea.

The four of them ate and chatted in a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

The supply remained tight in August, and apart from Yangming having room to replenish his supplies, everyone else was usually not getting enough to eat. Being able to enjoy a hearty home-style stewed fish meal on Sunday was a great pleasure for everyone.

The two grass carp were a generous portion, and with the side dishes, the four of us ate to our hearts' content. A pot of rice was almost empty, two bottles of beer were finished, and the tea was refilled several times.

After the meal, the two girls took the initiative to clear the dishes.

Yang Guangming and Meng Zhigang didn't insist any further. They sat at the table, drinking tea and watching the two girls busy themselves.

Washing dishes, wiping tables, and tidying the stove. The two girls worked together seamlessly and efficiently, quickly cleaning the kitchen and dining table spotless.

After tidying up, the four of them sat down again to drink tea.

Yang Guangming brewed a pot of Biluochun tea, and the aroma of the tea wafted through the air.

Everyone drank tea and chatted casually. The topics ranged from work to life, from interesting things at the factory to social observations, all in a relaxed and casual manner.

Yang Guangming and Meng Yining have been dating for two months now, which isn't a short time. Yang Guangming feels it's time to take the next step.

He put down his teacup, looked at Meng Zhigang, and said seriously, "Brother, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Meng Zhigang looked up: "What is it? Tell me."

“Yining and I have been dating for a while now, our relationship is stable, and we understand each other well,” Yang Guangming said slowly. “I’d like to visit your parents at their home sometime. What do you think?”

Upon hearing this, Meng Yining's face flushed red. She hadn't expected Yang Guangming to make this request so suddenly, and she wasn't prepared at all.

Huang Yali was also taken aback for a moment, then smiled and looked at Meng Yining.

Meng Zhigang remained calm. He looked at his sister, then at Yang Guangming, and nodded: "It's time to meet him. You've been dating for two months, which isn't a short time. It's time to let my parents meet you so we can officially settle the marriage as soon as possible."

He paused, then continued, "It's only natural for men and women to get to know each other before dating, but it shouldn't be for too long. If it goes on too long, what if... it's bad for the girl's reputation. You're both getting on in years, so it's a good thing to meet each other's parents sooner and settle down on marriage sooner."

Meng Yining kept her head down and didn't speak, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes. She was willing, but the matter had come so suddenly that she felt a little shy.

With Meng Zhigang, as the eldest brother, agreeing, the matter was basically settled.

Seeing that Meng Yining was keeping her head down and not speaking, Huang Yali knew that she was shy, so she didn't tease her. Instead, she stood up and said, "It's getting late, I should go back. I have some things to do this afternoon."

Meng Zhigang also stood up: "I'll see you off."

The two walked out of the room, and the door closed gently.

Only Yang Guangming and Meng Yining remained in the room.

After a moment of silence, Meng Yining raised her head, her face still flushed, and said coquettishly, "Why didn't you tell me beforehand? You brought it up so suddenly, I wasn't prepared at all."

Yang Guangming said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I just suddenly had this idea and blurted it out. My brother and Huang Yali are not outsiders, and I thought since everyone was here, I decided to settle this matter."

He sat down next to Meng Yining and said softly, "If you don't want to, we can wait a little longer."

Meng Yining shook her head, her voice soft: "It's not that I'm unwilling... it's just a bit sudden. I haven't told my family yet."

“Then you should let your family know first,” Yang Guangming said. “I’ll come over next Sunday for a formal visit.”

Meng Yining nodded and said nothing more. She was actually happy; Yang Guangming's initiative to meet her parents showed he was serious and wanted to solidify their relationship.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Yang Guangming changed the subject: "By the way, how are things going between Big Brother and Huang Yali? I think they get along quite well."

Mentioning this, Meng Yining frowned, looking somewhat worried.

"The progress is going well, and the two have a good relationship," Meng Yining said. "But... we've encountered some obstacles."

"What kind of resistance?" Yang Guangming asked.

Meng Yining and Huang Yali are best friends, and now that they have this new relationship, they naturally talk about everything. Huang Yali doesn't hide anything from her.

“Yali and my brother are dating. Her father is the deputy director of this factory, so it’s impossible that he didn’t hear about it,” Meng Yining said. “After he found out, Deputy Director Huang didn’t object. He still admires my brother and doesn’t oppose the marriage.”

“This is a good thing,” Yang Guangming said.

“But Yali’s mother was very resistant and didn’t approve when she found out.” Meng Yining sighed. “She felt that my older brother came from a rural area and was a bit too old, so he wasn’t a good match for me.”

Yang Guangming nodded. He understood. Huang Yali came from a cadre family, and it was only natural for her mother to hope that her daughter would marry into a family of equal social standing.

"And what about Huang Yali herself? What is her attitude?" Yang Guangming asked.

“Yali herself is very insistent,” Meng Yining said. “She thinks her older brother is a good person, steady, reliable, and responsible. She is not the kind of person who cares about social status; she genuinely likes her older brother.”

"That's good," Yang Guangming said. "As long as Huang Yali persists, the two of them will definitely get a good result. Besides, it's said that Deputy Factory Director Huang is in charge of the Huang family. Since he doesn't object, there shouldn't be a big problem."

“That’s true…” Meng Yining was still somewhat worried, “but Yali’s mother isn’t very satisfied, so naturally she’s not in a hurry to formally finalize the marriage. If it drags on for too long, what if something goes wrong…”

She didn't finish her sentence, but Yang Guangming clearly understood what she meant.

Meng Zhigang is already twenty-eight years old this year, which is considered old for a young man in the countryside. Meng Yining, as his younger sister, naturally doesn't want this marriage to drag on for too long and hopes it will be as soon as possible.

Yang Guangming comforted him, "Don't worry too much. This result is already very good. It's just that we have to wait a little longer. The longer the two of you are together, the stronger your relationship will become, which is not a bad thing. Besides, it can't be dragged on for too long, at most six months to a year."

He paused, then continued, "Good things come to those who wait. It will take at most a year, and I think you have the patience. Besides, time will prove many things. Once Huang Yali's mother sees your character and abilities, she might change her mind."

Hearing this, Meng Yining felt a little more at ease: "I hope so."

The two chatted for a while longer, then checked the time and realized it was already past 2 p.m.

Although the two had confirmed their relationship, it wasn't appropriate for single men and women to stay in the same room for too long. Meng Yining stood up: "I should go back too; I need to prepare lessons this afternoon." Yang Guangming also stood up: "I'll see you off."

"No need, it's just a short walk," Meng Yining said. "You should rest; you've been busy all morning."

Yang Guangming didn't insist. He picked up the three-pound catfish from the corner and handed it to Meng Yining: "Take this with you. It'll be good for improving your life."

Meng Yining took the fish, which felt heavy: "Then I won't be polite... I'm leaving."

"Be careful on the road." Yang Guangming saw her to the door.

Meng Yining walked out the door, glanced back at him with a faint smile on her face, and then turned and went downstairs.

Yang Guangming closed the door and went back inside to sit down.

With the meeting with his parents settled, he felt much more relaxed. Next, he needed to carefully prepare a gift for his first visit.

Then it was Saturday.

Meng Yining and Meng Zhigang left a little early in the afternoon, returning to their rural home ahead of schedule. They wanted to tell their parents that Yang Guangming would be visiting on Sunday, so that the family could prepare in advance.

Yang Guangming then used Saturday afternoon to start preparing the gifts for the visit.

When visiting someone's home for the first time, the gift should not be too light or too heavy.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to prepare four gifts: five catties of cured pork, five catties of sausage, two catties of milk candy, and two packs of steamed egg cake pastries.

Cured pork and sausages are real meat products, and in this era of meat scarcity, they are the most popular gifts. Milk candy and pastries are for the elderly and children; they are sweet treats that also express goodwill.

He has all of these items stored in his space.

He carefully packed these things into a slightly worn canvas bag, which was bulging and quite heavy.

He checked his clothes again. He wanted to look presentable tomorrow, so he chose a slightly worn white shirt, dark blue trousers, and shiny leather shoes.

Everything is ready, and the sun will get some rest early tomorrow morning.

On Sunday morning, Yang Ming woke up earlier than usual.

Outside the window, dawn was just breaking, and the faint crowing of roosters could be heard in the distance. He lay in bed, thinking about his visit to the Meng family today, feeling quite expectant.

He didn't know how the Meng family would view him, especially Meng Yining's father, who was said to be a shrewd and capable man.

However, thinking of Meng Yining's gentle smile and Meng Zhigang's support, he felt at ease.

He got up, washed up, and carefully tidied his hair in front of the mirror. The young man in the mirror had a handsome face, clear eyes, and an upright posture, exuding a calm and composed demeanor.

After changing his clothes and having a simple breakfast, Yang Guangming checked the time; it was just past eight o'clock.

He pushed the bicycle he had borrowed from He Dongliang, hung the canvas bag on the handlebars, locked the door, and went downstairs to set off.

Mengjia Village is not far from Xiangyang Village, but they are not in the same direction as his home. He rode his bicycle out of the county town and headed towards Mengjia Village along the dirt road.

It was a cool September morning. The crops along the roadside had grown tall, the corn sprouted red tassels, and the sorghum drooped heavily. The distant villages were shrouded in a light morning mist.

Yang Guangming rode his bike, feeling very calm. He had prepared everything he needed to, considered everything he needed to, and all that remained was to treat everyone with sincerity.

When we arrived at Mengjia Village, it was just past nine o'clock.

Under the old locust tree at the village entrance, several elderly people were sitting and chatting. When they saw Yang Guangming riding his bicycle over, they all cast curious glances at him.

Yang Guangming stopped his car and politely asked, "Sir, could you tell me how to get to Meng Zhigang's house?"

An elderly man with gray hair sized him up and asked, "Are you looking for Meng Zhigang? What's your relationship to him?"

“I’m his colleague, and I’m here to visit him today,” Yang Guangming said.

"Oh, my colleague." The old man pointed to the east end of the village. "Go east, the third row, the one at the far east end, the one with blue bricks and tiles."

"Thank you, sir," Yang Guangming said, pushing his bike eastward.

He hadn't gone far when he saw Meng Zhigang emerge from an alley and wave at him.

“Guangming, over here!” Meng Zhigang shouted.

Yang Guangming pushed his cart over and asked, "Brother Meng, what are you doing here?"

"I figured you'd be here soon, so I came out to greet you," Meng Zhigang said with a smile, glancing at the canvas bag on his handlebars. "Carrying so much stuff?"

"This is just a small token of my appreciation for your first visit," Yang Guangming said.

Meng Zhigang didn't say much, took the bicycle and said, "I'll push it, you follow me."

The two walked side by side toward the village.

Mengjia Village is smaller than Xiangyang Village, but it looks more tidy.

Walking to the east end of the village, at the far east end stands a four-room brick and tile house with a small courtyard. The courtyard wall is not high, and you can see some vegetables growing inside, lush and green.

The gate to the courtyard was open, and the courtyard was very clean.

"This is it," Meng Zhigang said, pushing the cart into the yard.

Yang Guangming followed him inside and looked around the small courtyard. The courtyard wasn't large, but it was well-organized. A row of eggplants and green beans grew against the east wall, and a grape trellis was built on the west side, with bunches of green grapes hanging from it.

Hearing the commotion, several people came out of the main room.

Walking in front was a man in his early fifties, not very tall, but very capable, with a smile on his face and bright eyes.

This person should be Meng Yining's father.

Behind him followed a woman of about fifty years old, with a kind face, neatly combed hair, and wearing a dark blue jacket, looking clean and efficient. This woman was Meng Yining's mother.

Behind them were several young people, two men and two women. The two men were in their twenties and looked somewhat like Meng Zhigang; they were probably Meng Yining's second and third older brothers.

The two women were relatively young; one was a young woman in her late twenties, dressed smartly; the other was a young married woman in her early twenties, with a simple and unassuming appearance.

Standing beside her mother, Meng Yining blushed slightly when she saw the bright sunlight and lowered her head.

“Father, Mother, this is Guangming.” Meng Zhigang introduced, “Guangming, this is my father, and this is my mother.”

Yang Guangming stepped forward and said respectfully, "Hello, sir and madam. I am Yang Guangming, and I have come to visit you both today. I apologize for disturbing you."

Meng's father looked him up and down, his smile widening: "Good, good, welcome, welcome. I've heard Zhigang mention you before, it's great to finally meet you today. Come in and sit down."

Mencius' mother smiled and said, "You must be tired from riding your bike all the way here. Come inside and rest."

"I'm not tired, thank you, grandpa and grandma." Yang Guangming said, taking the canvas bag off the handlebars and handing it to Meng's father, "It's just a small token of my appreciation."

Meng's father took it, weighed it in his hand, and said quickly, "You've come all this way, why bring anything? It's too much of a waste."

"It's nothing, it's just a small token of my appreciation since it's my first visit," Yang Guangming said.

Mencius' father did not refuse again and handed the bag to Mencius' mother, saying, "Keep it; it's a token of my child's affection."

Mencius' mother accepted it with a smile on her face: "Then... I'll take it. Come inside quickly, let's talk inside."

The group entered the main room.

The main room was spacious, with a portrait of the leader on the front wall, below which was an eight-immortal table, flanked by two armchairs. Two chairs were placed against each wall on either side, and a tea table was placed in the middle. The furniture was all old-fashioned, but solidly made with glossy lacquer, clearly crafted with excellent skill.

Yang Guangming glanced around and noticed that the furniture in the room was uniform in style and exquisite in workmanship, which should be the work of Meng's father.

The Meng family was considered very well-off in the countryside, thanks to Meng's father's excellent carpentry skills.

Meng Zhigang, as the eldest son, did not inherit his father's craft, but his second and third younger brothers were also good carpenters. The three of them made furniture in their spare time and earned a considerable income.

"Sit, sit," Meng's father gestured for Yang Guangming to sit down on a chair next to the eight-immortal table, while he and his wife sat on the other side.

Meng Yining's brothers and sisters-in-law also found seats and sat down, curiously observing Yang Guangming.

Meng Zhigang introduced them to Yang Guangming one by one: "This is my eldest sister, Meng Xiulan. She married into the city and is now a saleswoman at the supply and marketing cooperative. She came back today on purpose."

The woman in her thirties smiled and nodded at Yang Guangming: "Hello Guangming, I often hear Zhigang mention you."

"Hello, elder sister," Yang Guangming replied politely.

"This is my second younger brother, Meng Zhiqiang, and this is my second younger brother's wife," Meng Zhigang continued, introducing them.

"Hello, Second Brother. Hello, Second Sister-in-law."

"This is my third brother, Meng Zhiyong, and this is my third brother's wife."

"Hello, Third Brother. Hello, Third Sister-in-law."

After greeting everyone, Yang Guangming had a clear idea of ​​the situation. The Meng family had five siblings: eldest sister Meng Xiulan, eldest brother Meng Zhigang, second brother Meng Zhiqiang, third brother Meng Zhiyong, and youngest sister Meng Yining.

Meng Yining brought over some tea and placed it in front of Guangming: "Guangming, have some tea."

"Thank you, Yining." Yang Guangming picked up his teacup. It was ordinary jasmine tea, but it was brewed perfectly and had a wonderful aroma.

Meng's father took a sip of tea, looked at Yang Guangming, and said bluntly, "Guangming, Zhigang and Yining have told us about your situation. You are young and promising, working as a cadre in the pharmaceutical factory, and have a bright future. Meeting you in person today, you are indeed a handsome and talented person. Yining has good judgment."

Yang Guangming put down his teacup and said modestly, "You flatter me, sir. I'm just an ordinary person. I got to where I am today through my own hard work and the help of the organization. Yining is the truly outstanding one. She graduated from a teachers' college, became a teacher, has a respectable job, and has a good personality."

Upon hearing this, Meng's father smiled with satisfaction. Yang Guangming's words were sincere, neither arrogant nor impatient, and he even praised Yining, which was pleasing to the ear.

“You two are dating, and her mother and I both support it,” Meng’s father continued. “Young people, educated, with jobs, and attracted to each other—that’s fate. As parents, we just want our children to have a good life.”

Mencius' mother nodded in agreement: "Yes, we are relieved that Yining has found such a good partner as you."

Yang Guangming felt a warmth in his heart and solemnly said, "Don't worry, Grandpa and Grandma, I will treat Yining well. Although my current circumstances are limited, I will work hard to give Yining a good life."

These words were spoken sincerely, and Mencius' parents exchanged a glance and nodded.

Meng Xiulan smiled and said, "I think Guangming is a very honest person. He's reliable in both his words and actions. Yining will be fine dating him."

Meng Yining sat beside her mother, head down, face flushed, feeling sweet inside.

Next, Meng's father asked Yang Guangming about his family and work. Yang Guangming answered each question politely and respectfully.

After chatting for a while, Meng's father had a better impression of Yang Guangming. This young man spoke logically and acted with discretion; he was indeed a reliable person.

Looking at the time, it's almost noon.

Mencius' mother stood up: "You all chat, I'll go cook. Today is Guangming's first visit, so we must treat him well."

Yang Guangming quickly said, "Auntie, don't go to too much trouble, just a simple home-cooked meal will do."

"No trouble at all," Meng's mother said with a smile. "You two chat, I'll go do my work."

Meng Yining, her eldest sister, and her two sisters-in-law also got up and went to the kitchen to help.

Soon, the sounds of chopping and stir-frying vegetables came from the kitchen, and the aroma gradually wafted out.

Inside the house, Meng's father and Yang Guangming continued their conversation. The topic shifted from work to the countryside and this year's harvest. Although young, Yang Guangming was very knowledgeable about rural affairs and spoke fluently about crops and planting seasons.

Meng's father was an experienced farmer, and he nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "I didn't expect that you, a city cadre, would know so much about farm work."

“I also come from the countryside and did farm work since I was a child,” Yang Guangming said. “Although I have moved to the city now, my roots are still in the countryside, and I can’t forget these things.”

These words struck a chord with Mencius' father. He admired people who didn't forget their roots.

Meng Zhigang and his two younger brothers occasionally chimed in, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

About an hour later, Mencius' mother called from the kitchen, "Dinner is ready!"

Meng Xiulan and her two younger brothers quickly got up and went to the kitchen to help serve the dishes.

Soon, the octagonal table was filled with dishes.

Six dishes: a bowl of chicken stew with mushrooms, a bowl of scrambled eggs with chives, a bowl of braised tofu, a bowl of stir-fried green beans, a bowl of cucumber salad, and a bowl of stir-fried green peppers.

Although they are all home-style dishes, it's quite a feast to have six dishes in this situation. Especially the chicken stew with mushrooms, the chicken is a freshly killed old hen, and it has a rich aroma.

The staple food is white flour steamed buns, which are steamed until they are white and plump, and steaming hot.

"Guangming, sit down." Meng's father gestured for Yang Guangming to sit down.

After some polite exchanges of seats, Yang Guangming finally sat on the left side of the octagonal table, while Meng's father sat in the main seat, and Meng Zhigang and his brothers sat around the table.

Mencius' father took out a bottle of liquor, a local grain liquor, packaged in a glass bottle.

"Guangming, would you like some drinks?" Meng's father asked.

"I can drink a little, but my alcohol tolerance is average," Yang Guangming said.

"That's good. We're happy today, let's have a drink."

Mencius' father raised his wine cup and looked at Yang Guangming: "Guangming, this first cup of wine is to welcome you to our home. From now on, we're family, so please visit each other often."

Yang Guangming quickly raised his glass: "I'll definitely come often. This glass is for you."

The two clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp. The liquor was grain-based, a bit spicy, but very mellow.

The three Meng brothers also raised their glasses and drank with Yang Guangming.

Setting down his wine glass, Meng's father said, "Eat some food, eat some food, don't just drink. Guangming, try this chicken, it's from our own chicken farm, it's been stewing all morning."

Yang Guangming picked up a piece of chicken; the meat was firm and stewed until tender, while the mushrooms absorbed the broth, making them incredibly delicious.

"Delicious! Auntie's cooking is really good," Yang Guangming praised.

Meng's father smiled: "It's just a home-style cooking method, whatever you like."

Everyone started eating. The Meng family was very hospitable, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was lively.

After a few drinks, Meng's father became more talkative, recounting his experiences in his youth and his carpentry skills. Yang Guangming listened attentively, nodding occasionally and asking a few questions, which only fueled Meng's father's enthusiasm for the conversation.

The three Meng brothers gradually opened up, talking about interesting things in the village and their experiences working in the city. Yang Guangming got along very well with them, and they had many things in common.

The meal lasted a long time. The five of them finished three bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

Yang Guangming was clear-headed and knew his limits. He didn't say anything he shouldn't have, and he didn't miss a single toast.

The more Meng's father looked at him, the more satisfied he became. This young man knew how to behave appropriately at the dinner table, spoke with tact, and wasn't the type to boast. He felt at ease entrusting his daughter to him.

It was already past 2 p.m. when we finished eating.

Meng's mother and her two daughters-in-law were clearing away the dishes. Meng Yining wanted to help, but her mother stopped her, saying, "Yining, you should talk to Guangming. You don't need to do these things."

Meng Yining had no choice but to stay and sit next to Yang Guangming, pouring him a cup of tea.

Yang Guangming took a sip of tea and said to Meng's father, "Uncle, I'm so sorry to bother you today. You and Auntie are too kind, preparing so many dishes."

Mencius' father waved his hand: "You're welcome. It's your first time here, so please come often. Eat whatever we have at home."

After sitting for a while, Yang Guangming checked the time and realized it was almost two o'clock.

He stood up: "Sir, it's getting late, I should go back. I have to go to work tomorrow."

Meng's father also stood up: "Leaving so early? Sit a little longer."

"No, it will take me a while to cycle back," Yang Guangming said. "I've already troubled you enough today."

Mencius' mother came out of the kitchen, her hands still wet: "Are you leaving already? Please sit a little longer."

"It's really time for you to go, ma'am. Thank you both for your hospitality."

Seeing that he insisted, Meng's father did not try to stop him: "Alright, come often in the future. Zhigang, you bring the light."

"No need to see me off, I can walk by myself," Yang Guangming said.

"Yes, we must send it, we must send it," said Meng's father.

The family brought sunshine to the gate of the courtyard.

Yang Guangming, pushing his bicycle, said to Meng's parents, "Grandpa and Grandma, please wait a moment. Thank you for your hospitality today. I'll come to see you again another day."

"Okay, okay, be careful on the road," said Meng's father.

Mencius' mother instructed him, "Ride your bicycle slowly and be careful."

"Understood, Auntie." Yang Guangming then looked at Meng Yining. "Yining, I'm leaving."

Meng Yining nodded and said softly, "Be careful on the road."

Yang Guangming got on his bike, waved to the crowd, and rode away.

The Meng family stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching his figure disappear at the village entrance.

Back in the main room, Meng's father sat in his armchair, lit a cigarette, and said with satisfaction, "This boy is good. He's steady, reliable, and knows his place. Yining has good taste."

Meng's mother also smiled and said, "Yes, he looks reassuring. He has a good job, good character, and cares about Yining."

Meng Xiulan said, "I think Guangming is a capable person. His words and actions don't sound like those of a young man in his early twenties, but rather like someone who has experienced a lot. Yining won't be able to endure hardship with him."

Meng Zhigang said, "Guangming has a very good reputation in the factory. He is valued by the leaders and respected by his colleagues. He became the hunting team leader because of his real skills."

Meng's father nodded: "He is capable, yet humble and composed; that is even more commendable. I agree to the marriage with Yining."

Sitting to the side, listening to her family's praise of Yang Guangming, Meng Yining felt as sweet as if she had drunk honey.

On his way back to the county town, Yang Guangming was in a relaxed and happy mood.

The first visit went smoothly. The Meng family was very welcoming, and Mr. and Mrs. Meng were clearly very pleased with him. This put his mind at ease.

Next, we'll bring Meng Yining home to meet my parents and finalize the marriage. If everything goes smoothly, we'll try to get the wedding done before the Spring Festival this year.

Thinking of Meng Yining's shy smile and their future life together, he pedaled even harder. (End of Chapter)