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

Before the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival had completely dissipated, the Yang family had already begun to busy themselves with preparations for Yang Guangyao's wedding.

The firecracker debris still clinging to the window frame hadn't been completely swept away when a new happy event arrived, and the air seemed to be filled with a busy and joyful atmosphere.

The date was set for May 2nd, a beautiful time of year when spring is in full bloom.

Zhang Xiuying was the one who chose this date. She flipped through the almanac and thought about the weather, saying that it was neither too hot nor too cold, so it would be nice to wear clothes, and the ingredients for the banquet would be relatively plentiful. The bride wouldn't get cold wearing just a light dress, and the guests would be comfortable standing outdoors.

More importantly, the revival of all things and the vitality of life symbolize that the young couple's life will be as prosperous and happy as this season.

In this era of scarcity, the wedding ceremony was actually quite simple, consisting of nothing more than bowing to the portrait of the leader, reciting a quote, and having a simple meal with relatives and friends.

The intricacies and elaborate details lie in the preparations before the wedding. It is a solemn start to a new life, a subtle contest of family strength and connections, and a concrete manifestation of parents' deepest love and blessings for their children.

Zhang Xiuying dug out the cloth coupons and cotton coupons she had saved up over the years, and through connections, she bought all the things she needed for her new home.

She wrapped those tickets in a blue and white floral handkerchief and hid them at the bottom of her wardrobe. She was usually reluctant to use a single penny of them, but now she was spending them all for her son's wedding.

She moved between department stores, comparing quality and weighing prices, carefully using her limited coupons. Each successful purchase felt like a victory, adding a touch of radiance to her face.

The cost of preparing all the wedding supplies is not important to either family, but the various receipts and permits required are a major challenge.

Both families have to do their best to raise the money.

The Yang family took out all the accumulated coupons and vouchers. On the other hand, the Yue family, although of different status, was also struggling with coupons and vouchers and tried every means to raise some, especially those scarce industrial coupons, which were mostly obtained by the Yue family.

Four new quilts are needed, symbolizing peace and safety throughout the four seasons. The covers should ideally have bright peony or mandarin duck patterns, which are auspicious and celebratory.

Zhang Xiuying and Li Guihua, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, worked diligently under the lamp, their needles flying, the cotton batting evenly distributed, the stitches fine and neat, each stitch carrying their most sincere blessings for the newlyweds.

Yang Guanghui sometimes gets off work early, and he'll help straighten the blankets and play with Zhuangzhuang, who runs around the room and never stays still. The small room is filled with warmth.

I need a pair of new washbasins, printed with red double happiness characters, shiny and bright. The thermos should have a metal shell, good insulation, with a bright red background and blooming peonies printed on it.

The spittoon must be enamel, sturdy and durable. The tea mug must have a lid, and it must also have the Double Happiness symbol on it...

Everything requires ration coupons, and everything is hard-earned.

Every time she added something, Zhang Xiuying would carefully wipe it clean and put it in a corner of the new house. Looking at the space gradually filling up, she felt more at ease.

The front building was divided into three small rooms, and the newlyweds' room could only occupy one of them, totaling only a few square meters.

The room was small and had no windows, relying solely on a dim electric light that had to be kept on even during the day. But this didn't deter the Yang family.

Painting walls, wallpapering ceilings, making furniture... the Yang family father and son worked together to complete these tasks little by little, using their time after get off work and weekends off.

Although Yang Guangming is already the head of the finance department, he never puts on airs at home. He rolls up his sleeves and eagerly takes on all the tasks.

He was quick-witted and efficient, mastering many tasks with ease. When painting the walls, he reminded his father to apply the putty thinly and evenly so it wouldn't crack after drying.
When wallpapering the ceiling, he suggested first using old newspapers as a base, and then pasting on the newly bought white ceiling paper with a subtle pattern, which would be both economical and result in a smooth finish.
When making furniture, he drew simple blueprints and calculated the dimensions of the wood to minimize waste.

He even managed to get some varnish and painted the old wardrobe inside and out, making it look brand new. This saved Yang Guangyao, the groom-to-be, a lot of trouble, and he patted his younger brother on the shoulder repeatedly, saying, "Mingming, you're the one who comes up with the best ideas!"

Li Guihua, along with Zhuangzhuang, helped Zhang Xiuying with sewing, mending, washing, and cleaning.

New bed sheets and blankets should be washed and dried in the sun to smell like sunshine.

The family was so busy they barely had time to breathe, but their hearts were burning with warmth and joy.

Every evening, we would sit around the dinner table, eating simple meals, discussing the details of the wedding, calculating what was still missing, and which tickets were still pending. Although these were trivial matters, they were filled with shared expectations and goals.

The neighbors in the alley were all envious when they saw this. At mealtimes, every household set up a small table at their door to eat, and they inevitably inquired about and discussed the food with each other.

"Xiuying, your Yaoyao has such good taste! The daughter of Secretary Yue is so lucky! I heard the bride is quiet and sensible, and has no airs at all." Grandma Chen praised, holding her rice bowl.

"Guangming has really made something of himself now, becoming a section chief and an advanced worker, and his salary has increased so much. Your Yang family is getting more and more prosperous! Just wait to enjoy the blessings of your youngest son!" Uncle Chen said, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, his tone full of emotion.

Hearing these compliments, Zhang Xiuying beamed with joy, but repeatedly said modestly, "It's all thanks to the children's hard work; we're just benefiting from it."

"It's all thanks to the organization's excellent upbringing! Secretary Yue's family has a good tradition, and Xinlei is truly an impeccable child."

Despite saying that, she stood up straighter than ever before as she walked through the alley, and her voice was louder.

Sunshine shone brightly on his face all day long, and he worked with extra effort, as if he had inexhaustible energy.

She didn't neglect any of her work at the factory, and when she got home, she would rush to do the heavy and tiring work, as if she didn't know what fatigue was.

Yue Xinlei often comes to help, and she is very generous, always greeting familiar neighbors.

She would often bring some in-demand items, such as a beautiful piece of polyester fabric, or a pound of high-quality fruit candy, and sometimes even a small bottle of peanut oil or a packet of MSG, all of which were rare items at the time.

She showed no airs of being the daughter of a factory leader. She rolled up her sleeves and worked alongside Li Guihua, picking and washing vegetables, wiping tables and sweeping the floor. Although her movements were a little clumsy, she was extremely serious.

She spoke softly and was quick and efficient. She addressed Zhang Xiuying affectionately as "Auntie," which won Zhang Xiuying's favor. Zhang Xiuying privately remarked to Yang Yongkang, "This child doesn't seem like someone who was spoiled."

Yang Yongkang still didn't talk much, but he smoked much less frequently, and occasionally he would hum a few off-key revolutionary songs. His brows were much more relaxed.

He watched his family busy with their son's wedding, saw his youngest son becoming more and more mature and capable, and saw his future second daughter-in-law being sensible and polite, and he was happy every day.

Sometimes he would walk around the newly furnished house with his hands behind his back, touch the newly made furniture, nod, and reveal a subtle smile.

The days flew by in a flurry of activity and anticipation. The calendar pages on the wall turned one by one, the furnishings of the new house became more and more complete, and the preparations became more and more comprehensive.

May 2nd arrived in the blink of an eye.

On the day of the wedding, the weather was perfect, with clear skies and sunshine.

The Yang family home was bustling with activity early in the morning.

Yang Guangyao was wearing a brand-new, dark blue Zhongshan suit, which was ironed perfectly. He had a large red flower tied with red silk on his chest, and his hair was combed neatly. His face showed both nervousness and joy.

Surrounded by his younger brother Yang Guangming and several friends, he rode his gleaming Forever brand bicycle, with red ribbons tied to the handlebars, and headed to his bride's home not far away to pick her up.

The Yue family was a reasonable family and did not make things too difficult for her. They simply followed custom and had a group of young female companions block the door slightly to ask for some wedding candy and cigarettes before readily letting Yue Xinlei leave.

The bride, Yue Xinlei, wore a plaid top and black trousers, looking neat and tidy. Her two black braids were combed neatly, with red ribbons tied at the ends. Her face was flushed with shyness and happiness, making her exceptionally charming and lovely.

She bowed to her parents to say goodbye, her eyes glistening with tears, but even more so with anticipation for the future.

The wedding was held at the neighborhood office not far from the Yang family's home.

The ceremony was simple yet solemn. Participants bowed three times to the portrait of the leader on the wall, recited a quote, and the neighborhood director presented them with a marriage certificate wrapped in red paper, along with words of blessing such as "Revolutionary partners, making progress together." The entire process took only about ten minutes, but the atmosphere was serious and sacred.

Then comes the home banquet for relatives and friends.

Yang Guangming chose a nearby state-run restaurant and booked four tables for the banquet well in advance.

The dishes were quite plentiful, and Yang Guangming had a good grasp of the appropriate amount of food, avoiding anything excessive or wasteful, while also ensuring that the guests were satisfied and that the host did not appear stingy.

The braised pork belly was glistening with oil, the steamed fish was tender and whole, the braised pork with preserved mustard greens was savory and delicious with rice, the scrambled eggs were golden and tempting, and several kinds of seasonal vegetables were fresh and tasty. Add to that cold dishes, soup, and desserts, and you have ten dishes in total, symbolizing perfection. The liquor was locally produced Qibao Daqu, and there was plenty. The cigarettes were from Shanghai, with two packs on each table.

Most of the guests were relatives, close neighbors, and colleagues from both families. Everyone offered their blessings, some bringing practical items such as thermos flasks and washbasins, others bringing bed sheets and pillowcases, and many more giving cash gifts wrapped in red paper—small amounts, but the sentiment was what mattered.

Although Mr. and Mrs. He Zhenzhong were busy with work, they specially asked their secretary to send them a congratulatory gift—a pair of thermos flasks printed with the character for "happiness" and a thick red envelope, which was quite a show of respect and drew secret envy from many guests.

The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

Everyone exchanged blessings, ate and drank, and laughed continuously.

Yang Guangyao and Yue Xinlei went from table to table toasting, Yang Guangyao appearing somewhat awkward but sincere; Yue Xinlei, on the other hand, was poised and graceful, thanking the guests in soft, gentle voices. The happy smiles on their faces never faded.

Sunshine greeted guests both inside and outside the house, offering cigarettes and tea with impeccable manners.

He was clear-headed, and he arranged everything in an orderly manner: who should sit at the head table, who needed to be introduced to whom, which table needed more wine, and which elder needed special care. He was both warm and considerate, yet composed, which made the relatives from his wife's family nod in approval. They thought that the youngest son of the Yang family was indeed extraordinary, no wonder he became a section chief at such a young age.

Zhang Xiuying and Yang Yongkang, dressed in presentable clothes, sat in the main seats, receiving blessings from relatives and friends.

Zhang Xiuying couldn't stop smiling, constantly urging everyone to "eat and drink well"; Yang Yongkang didn't say much, but he emptied every glass when toasting, his face full of smiles.

This wedding undoubtedly brought great prestige to the Yang family in the alley. The neighbors all said that the second son of the Yang family had held a wedding that was both respectable and practical, with the balance being just right.

After the wedding, as previously agreed, Yang Guangyao and Yue Xinlei temporarily stayed at the Yang family's place.

The small new room was cleaned spotlessly, with newly pasted white wallpaper on all four walls and ceiling, adorned with bright red "double happiness" characters. Although cramped, it was decorated in a warm and festive manner.

The new furniture smelled faintly of paint, the new bedding was soft and warm, and all the brand-new household items were neatly arranged.

The newlyweds were deeply in love and affectionate.

Yue Xinlei was gentle and virtuous, and quickly integrated into the Yang family's life. Every day she would get up early to help her mother-in-law and sister-in-law prepare breakfast, and would volunteer to wash dishes and do laundry.

She is very tactful in her words and actions, respects her elders, is considerate of her husband, and is also kind and gentle to her nephew Zhuangzhuang, winning the love of the whole family.

Zhang Xiuying was extremely satisfied with her daughter-in-law and often said to Yang Yongkang in private, "Our Yaoyao is truly blessed to have found such a good wife as Xinlei. She is well-educated, reasonable, and not spoiled. It's truly a blessing from our ancestors."

A month later, Yang Guangyao and Yue Xinlei moved into Yue's house, citing that "Yang Guangyao's parents are getting old and need someone to accompany and take care of them."

This is both a practical consideration and an option given that the wife's family has more space and it would be more convenient for them to live there.

However, to avoid gossip from the neighbors and to also take care of Yang's parents, the young couple agreed that they would go back to Yang's house at least one or two days a week to have meals with his parents and chat about everyday things.

Both sets of parents were very satisfied with this arrangement.

Although Zhang Xiuying was reluctant to part with them, she understood her in-laws' situation, and since the young couple promised to come back often, she felt relieved.

The neighbors couldn't find anything wrong with her. On the contrary, they praised Yang Guangyao for being sensible and filial to both sets of parents, and also praised Yue Xinlei for being a filial daughter-in-law.

With her second son's marriage settled, Zhang Xiuying finally put her mind at ease.

Her gaze naturally fell on her youngest son, Yang Guangming. Of her three sons, the eldest, Yang Guanghui, already had children running around, and the second, Yang Guangyao, was married. Only this youngest son remained. Although he was doing well at work and had a bright future, his personal life remained unresolved.

Back then, Yang Guangming was young and not yet of marriageable age, so Zhang Xiuying wasn't in a big hurry. She always felt that her youngest son was a good catch and wouldn't have trouble finding a partner, so she could be more selective.

But things are different now. Yang Guangming is now a full-fledged twenty-year-old! According to the national marriage law, men must be twenty and women eighteen to register for marriage. He's reached the age!
In Zhang Xiuying's eyes, her son was so outstanding. He was a section chief at a young age, had received honors in the city, had a high salary, was handsome, had a stable personality, and was impeccable in his dealings with others. He was a son-in-law that would be hard to find even with a lantern.

Many of the older women at the factory have been openly or secretly inquiring about Yang Ming's situation. How can she still be single?
So Zhang Xiuying began to seize every opportunity to urge him to get married. At the dinner table, before going to bed, whenever she had the chance, she would bring it up.

"Mingming, Aunt Wang from the factory's union asked about you again today. She said she has a niece who works as a nurse at the textile hospital. She's pretty, has a good personality, and a gentle temperament. She asked if you'd be interested in meeting her?"

During dinner, Zhang Xiuying casually picked up a slice of fatty meat from Yang Guangming's plate, but her eyes were fixed on her son's reaction out of the corner of her eye.

Yang Guangming was engrossed in his meal when he heard this. He paused, then replied without looking up, "Mom, I'm busy with work right now. I just took over the department's overall operations not long ago, and there are so many things I need to familiarize myself with and so many new policies to learn. I really don't have the time to think about these things." His tone was calm, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

“No matter how busy you are with work, you can’t neglect your marriage,” Zhang Xiuying persisted, patiently persuading her. “You can always find the time to meet and have a meal together, right? It won’t take much time. I secretly met that girl once outside the Textile Hospital. She’s really nice, fair-skinned, and always smiling. She seems like a good-natured person…”

"Mom." Yang Guangming put down his chopsticks, his tone gentle yet firm, "Really, there's no need. I'm really not thinking about blind dates right now." He picked up a soup spoon and ladled a bowl of soup for his mother. "Have some soup."

"When are you going to consider it? You're already twenty! Twenty-one by the Chinese age reckoning! Look at your older brother, how old are his kids already! People your age, like Little Wang from the next alley, their kids can already run around!"

Zhang Xiuying grew a little anxious, and her voice involuntarily rose slightly, "With your conditions, you can't be left behind at the very end, can you?"

“Mom, times have changed. Newspapers and radio are now advocating for later marriage and childbirth. It’s a new trend.” Yang Guangming quoted a line from the newspaper to try and persuade his mother with grand principles. “Establish your career before starting a family. It’s better for the future if I build a more solid foundation in my work.”

"You've already established yourself in the industry, haven't you? You've become a section chief! You've even received commendation from the city! Your salary is higher than many veteran workers! How much more do you want to succeed?"

Zhang Xiuying glared at him reproachfully, clearly unmoved by his words. "Have you made up your mind? Have you found a suitable girl? Are you dating her? If so, bring her back to meet your mother! I'm not that old-fashioned. As long as the girl has good character and a respectable family background, I definitely won't have any objections!"

She keenly noticed the subtle shift in her son's eyes, which further confirmed her suspicions.

Yang Guangming's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm on the surface: "Nothing of the sort. Mom, don't make wild guesses. Let's eat, the food's getting cold. Dad, try this tofu, it's cooked quite well today."

He quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice, skillfully changing the subject to ask about the progress of his father Yang Yongkang's factory's technological upgrades, trying to divert his mother's attention.

Yang Yongkang listened silently to the conversation between the mother and son, took a puff of his pipe, and said slowly, "Your mother is doing this for your own good. Twenty is not young anymore. If there are suitable people, there's no harm in looking around. Settling down and starting a family will make you more settled and better able to build your career."

He was usually a man of few words, but on this issue, he clearly sided with his wife.

Even the usually silent father had spoken up, and Yang Guang knew that this matter couldn't be delayed any longer. Her mother's questioning was getting more and more intense, and her father's attitude was clear; further avoidance would only lead to more suspicion and questioning.

In fact, he also wanted to make his relationship with Lin Jianyue public as soon as possible.

More than two years of correspondence, with densely packed handwriting, carried countless exchanges of thoughts and emotional resonance; the tacit understanding in the tacit interactions during the numerous gatherings of the four of them, where a single glance or a smile was enough for them to understand each other.

That girl, clear as water and gentle and beautiful, has long been deeply imprinted in his heart. She is his warmest comfort and deepest expectation amidst his busy work.

I just felt that I wasn't old enough to get married before, and that thinking about it was pointless.

Now that he's turned twenty and reached the legal marriage age, and has established himself in his career, there seems to be no reason for him to keep it a secret any longer. His mother's urging, ironically, became the catalyst that prompted him to take this step.

In this era, entertainment was scarce, and young men like him, full of vigor and energy, naturally had an instinctive longing and expectation for married life.

Once you start a family, you have your own warm harbor and caring companions who understand and support you.

Coming home from get off work is no longer a cold stove and empty pot, but a light on for me, a hot meal waiting for me, and a confidant to share my innermost thoughts with.

The warmth, security, and sense of belonging they evoke fill one with strength and happiness.

Guangming was a normal young man, so of course he thought the same way. Especially seeing his second brother and sister-in-law's sweet newlywed bliss further stirred his longing for family life.

The most important thing right now is to get Lin Jianyue's consent and agree with her on the same page.

Once she agrees, he can openly tell his parents, then choose a suitable time to formally visit her family and officially establish their relationship.

With this in mind, Yang Guangming made up his mind, and his mood, which had been slightly irritated by being pressured to get married, became bright and expectant.

It's another Sunday, the weather is fine, and there's a gentle breeze.

Yang Guangming and Xie Feiyang, whom they had arranged to meet in advance, arrived once again at Ruikangli, the Shikumen-style building where Feng Xianghong and Lin Jianyue lived.

The familiar blue bricks and gray tiles, the familiar deep courtyard—every time I come here, I feel a sense of warmth and familiarity.

She walked effortlessly through the stone-paved courtyard, smoothed by time, and Feng Xianghong had already come out to greet her at the sound of her voice, her laughter clear and crisp.

"Feiyang! Guangming! You've come at the perfect time! Jianyue just brewed a pot of jasmine tea, it smells wonderful! The sun is shining brightly today, we basked in the sun in the courtyard for a while!"

She remained as cheerful and lively as ever, her two braids swinging merrily with her movements.

Stepping into the slightly dim but impeccably clean living room, Lin Jianyue was pouring water from a white porcelain teapot into several glasses. The rising steam carried the delicate fragrance of jasmine, and sunlight streamed in through the latticed windows, creating a warm and inviting scene.

Lin Jianyue wore a light green polyester shirt today, with a small matching bow at the collar, which made her skin look even whiter and more delicate.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw Yang Guangming come in. She smiled slightly at him, her eyes clear and bright, with a hint of barely perceptible joy.

"Brother Feiyang, Guangming, you've arrived." Her voice was soft and sweet, with the unique charm of the Jiangnan water towns, making it very pleasant to listen to.

"Wow! It smells so good! Comrade Jianyue's tea-making skills are getting better and better!" Xie Feiyang took a deep breath and exclaimed exaggeratedly.

He plopped down on the bench next to the square table, picked up a cup of tea, and blew on it as he drank.

Yang Guangming greeted them with a smile, "Xiang Hong, Jian Yue." His gaze lingered on Lin Jian Yue's face for a moment, and their eyes met, their understanding unspoken.

In the past two years, the four of them have often gathered here, and it has become a regular routine. Every time, it is relaxed and enjoyable, full of laughter.

Today, Yang Guangming brought two pounds of marbled sausages and two bottles of clear, thick honey, while Xie Feiyang brought a pound of layered pork belly, which was clearly carefully selected.

"Let's improve our meals! Let's improve our meals!" Xie Feiyang handed the meat to Feng Xianghong, exclaiming excitedly, "Today we're making Guangming's signature braised pork again! Just thinking about it makes my mouth water! This meat is so good, three layers of pork belly!"

Feng Xianghong took the meat, weighed it in her hand, and her eyes lit up: "Great! I managed to get some tofu coupons yesterday and bought a block of firm tofu, so I can make a home-style tofu dish. Jianyue got up early this morning to go to the market and even managed to snag some small green vegetables, which look so fresh."

Lin Jianyue added softly, "We also have a few eggs, so we can fry some. The sausages that Comrade Guangming brought look delicious. When we steam the rice, we can cut a few slices and put them on top, and everyone will eat an extra bowl of rice." As she spoke, her eyes curved into a smile.

Yang Guangming laughed and said, "Then let's slice some more sausage and steam it with rice, and we'll be all set. This meal is sure to be a feast." He naturally started rolling up his sleeves, ready to show off his culinary skills.

With a clear division of labor, the four of them quickly got to work in the small but well-organized kitchen.

It was still Chef Yang Guangming who was in charge of cooking the braised pork.

His movements were already incredibly skillful: blanching, caramelizing sugar, stir-frying meat chunks, adding seasonings and stewing... his movements were fluid and precise. The rich aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of soy sauce and sugar quickly filled the air, making one's mouth water.

Xie Feiyang helped out, washing and chopping vegetables while talking non-stop about interesting things at the factory. Every now and then, when Yang Guangming wasn't looking, he would sneak a bite to eat, only to be discovered by Feng Xianghong, who would then slap his hand with a laugh.

Feng Xianghong and Lin Jianyue were responsible for washing rice, cooking rice, and preparing other vegetables.

The two worked together seamlessly, whispering to each other about which dish to cook first and which to cook later, and how much salt to add, occasionally letting out soft laughter.

After more than two years of "practical training," especially with the "secret tips" that Yang Guangming occasionally imparted in letters or in person, the two women's cooking skills are no longer what they used to be.

While not as professionally skilled as Yang Guangming's, at least the steamed rice is now fluffy and the stir-fried vegetables are vibrant green and refreshing. Those hard, unpalatable cornbreads are a thing of the past. They can even independently prepare a few decent home-style dishes.

Lunch was quickly prepared and laid out on the small square table.

A large bowl was piled high with braised pork belly, glistening with a deep reddish-brown color and trembling slightly; golden and fragrant scrambled eggs garnished with scallions; perfectly cooked, vibrant green bok choy; steaming hot, rich-sausage tofu; a plate of thinly sliced, translucent, slightly curled sausages; and a bowl of steaming, perfectly separated white rice.

Simple, yet delicious and visually appealing, filled with the warmth of home and the fruits of the four people's collaborative efforts.

"Let's eat! My mouth is practically watering!" Xie Feiyang was the first to pick up his chopsticks, eagerly aiming at the largest, trembling piece of braised pork.

The four of them sat around a table for a meal, the atmosphere relaxed and pleasant.

They chatted about interesting things that happened in their respective factories, the movies they had recently watched, and some fresh happenings in society.

Yang Guangming casually picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with his chopsticks and put it in Lin Jianyue's bowl: "Try this, it's cooked just right, very tender."

Lin Jianyue whispered "thank you," then lowered her head and ate in small bites, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Feng Xianghong and Xie Feiyang exchanged a knowing glance, smiled secretly, and continued to eat intently.

After the meal, we worked together to clean up the dishes and brewed a pot of fresh tea.

The afternoon sun streamed through the glass window, its warm rays bathing them in a comforting glow, making them feel lazy and relaxed. The four of them sipped tea, chatted idly, and enjoyed this rare moment of leisure.

Yang Guangming felt the time was right. He put down his teacup, looked at Lin Jianyue sitting opposite him, and spoke in a natural tone, as if he were talking about something ordinary, but his eyes were serious: "Jianyue, there is something I want to discuss with you."

Lin Jianyue was blowing on the steam from her teacup when she heard this. She looked up, her clear eyes asking, "What is it? Tell me."

Perhaps it was the unspoken understanding between lovers, but she seemed to vaguely sense what he was about to say, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the teacup.

“That’s how it is.” Yang Guangming carefully chose his words, trying to be as tactful as possible to avoid putting pressure on her. “I’ll be twenty after the New Year. My mom has been pressuring me a bit lately, always thinking about introducing me to potential partners. She mentions this girl today and asks about that colleague tomorrow.”

He paused, noticing Lin Jianyue lower her head, clearly embarrassed by the topic.

He continued gently, his tone respectful and consultative: "I'm starting to feel the pressure. So I wanted to ask you what you think... is it possible to find an opportunity to tell both sets of parents about our relationship?"

He paused, observing her reaction, and then added, "If I tell them, my parents will definitely want me to bring you home to meet them formally."

You need to be mentally prepared. Of course, if you feel it's not the right time yet, or you're not ready, that's okay too. I'll find a way to postpone it until this storm passes for my mom.

It mainly depends on what's convenient for you and your home situation.

The living room fell silent, save for the chirping of sparrows outside the window. Feng Xianghong and Xie Feiyang watched Lin Jianyue intently, awaiting her reply.

Lin Jianyue was surprised that Yang Guangming would suddenly bring this up, and her heart started racing.

She lowered her head, twisting the hem of her shirt with her fingers, her heart pounding like a wild deer.

Lin Jianyue was usually able to remain calm when the two were together, but when this topic came up, she felt both shy and flustered, yet a hint of anticipation quietly rose within her.

In fact, she encountered the same problem.

After she turned twenty, her parents, especially her mother, began to subtly inquire about her personal life.

They asked her if there were any male colleagues in the factory she got along with, how their relationships were, and if she had anyone she liked.

He also said that if there weren't any suitable candidates, there were a few good young people among the children of his old comrades and colleagues, whose character and family background he knew well, and he could introduce them to them.

Each time, she would feel a pang of anxiety, then vaguely brush it off, saying that she was busy with work and wasn't considering it for the time being, or that there wasn't a suitable option available.

She felt both sweet and conflicted. Sweet because she already had someone she loved, and that outstanding and steady young man had already captured her heart; conflicted because she didn't know how to tell her parents that they had been seeing each other privately, afraid that they would worry or think that their relationship wasn't serious enough.

Now, Guangming has taken the initiative to bring it up, and his attitude is so sincere, fully respecting her opinion, considering her feelings, and even willing to continue to delay for her sake.

His sense of responsibility and thoughtfulness gradually replaced her shyness and unease with courage and gratitude.

The two had been together for over two years, exchanging countless letters and attending frequent gatherings. They already knew each other very well and were of one mind.

He's reliable, steady, and ambitious; he's thoughtful and considerate towards her; and he always discusses things with her. Why wouldn't you tell your parents about someone like that?
She trusted her judgment and believed that her parents would understand and support her; they were not unreasonable people.

Thinking of this, Lin Jianyue raised her head, bravely meeting Yang Guangming's gentle and expectant gaze, and nodded slightly, her voice clear though not loud:
"I have no objection. Indeed... it's really time to let the family know."

She paused, her voice softening, but with determination: "Actually... my parents have been asking me about this lately. Since you're facing the same problem, I think... there's no need to hide it anymore. We have to tell you eventually."

After saying these words, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then turned her head slightly to the side, a little embarrassed.

Hearing her affirmative answer, Yang Guangming felt a weight lifted from his heart, and a relieved and warm smile appeared on his face. "Okay. Then I'll find an opportunity to formally tell my parents when I get back." His tone was much lighter.

"Hmm." Lin Jianyue nodded, but the thought of meeting the other party's parents soon made her a little nervous. She asked softly, with a hint of worry, "Then... Uncle and Aunt, will they... feel it's too sudden? Or..."

She didn't know how to express that subtle feeling of worrying that the other party's parents wouldn't be satisfied with her.

"Do not worry."

Yang Guangming could see her nervousness and comforted her gently, his tone firm, "My parents are both reasonable people."

They had been hoping I would get married for a long time, but they didn't know it would be you.

I often talk to them about things at the factory, and I've also vaguely mentioned some friends, so they can get a sense of it to some extent.

"Once I meet you in person, I'll know you're so sensible and kind; I'll definitely like you. Don't worry."

Yang Guangming's words seemed to have a magical power, which reassured Lin Jianyue considerably.

"Exactly!" Xie Feiyang interjected, breaking the slightly tense yet sweet atmosphere. He chuckled and teased Yang Guangming, trying to lighten the mood, "Guangming, how's it going? You're about to meet your future in-laws, are you nervous? Your father is an old revolutionary, he has excellent taste!"

He winked and made faces, looking like he was enjoying the show.

Yang Guangming was actually quite calm.

Having lived two lives, his experience and mindset far surpassed those of his peers. Coupled with his confidence in his relationship with Lin Jianyue and his understanding of the open-minded attitude of Lin's parents, he didn't see this as an insurmountable obstacle. On the contrary, he felt more anticipation and seriousness.

But he still went along with Xie Feiyang's words, smiled, and said politely, "To be honest, there really is some truth to it. After all, it's a big deal."

He was joking, but he was also being honest. Meeting the woman's parents meant the relationship was entering a new phase, so it was natural to take it seriously.

Lin Jianyue believed him and, fearing he was truly under pressure, quickly comforted him, her tone urgent and sincere:
"You don't need to be nervous. Really."

My parents are very nice people, especially my mom, who is very open-minded and reasonable.

She had told me long ago that when looking for a partner, the most important thing is to look at the person's character, abilities, and personal feelings; family background and such are secondary.

They're not the kind of feudal patriarchs; they won't make things difficult for anyone, really." Her eyes were earnest, as if afraid that Yang Guangming would feel pressured.

Xie Feiyang suddenly realized something and slapped his forehead: "Oh! Right! Look at my memory! I was so busy joking. Jianyue's parents are old revolutionaries, they're very open-minded, and they value a young person's character and ambition the most!"

Guangming, you are so young and promising. You have the ability and the future. You are a section-level cadre, with an administrative rank of level 17! Your monthly salary is only 99 yuan! And you are an outstanding young cadre!

They're overjoyed to have such an outstanding son-in-law; how could they possibly be dissatisfied? Absolutely no worries! You can rest assured!

He counted Yang Guangming's good points on his fingers, speaking with great enthusiasm, as if he were the one going to meet Yang Guangming's parents.

Yang Guangming felt a little embarrassed by what he said, waved his hand, and laughed, "Feiyang, don't flatter me. You're just exaggerating."

He changed the subject, looking at Xie Feiyang and Feng Xianghong, who was smiling to the side: "By the way, speaking of which, you and Xianghong have been dating for more than two years, right? Both sets of parents know each other well and are very supportive."

What about you two? Have you thought about your next steps? We can't just keep talking like this forever, can we?

He cleverly redirected the pressure of "being urged to get married" to another couple.

Mentioning herself, Feng Xianghong, who had just been watching the commotion, blushed instantly. She turned her head away, pretending to be focused on the clothes drying outside the window. Her fingers unconsciously twisted the end of her braid hanging in front of her chest. She didn't say anything, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Xie Feiyang glanced at Feng Xianghong, his face showing not the slightest embarrassment, but rather a hint of smugness and anticipation.

He puffed out his chest and said in a loud voice, with the solemnity of announcing important news:

"I've thought about it! I was just about to tell you. I plan to formally bring it up with both sets of parents soon, and my personal opinion is—"

He drawled out his words, looked at Feng Xianghong, and seeing that even her ears were red, he grinned and announced, word by word, "Let's try to get things done and get the marriage certificate by next year!"

"Oh! Really?" Lin Jianyue's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Feng Xianghong. "Sister Xianghong, that's wonderful! Congratulations!" She was genuinely happy for her friend.

Feeling stared at so intently, Feng Xianghong turned around, her cheeks flushed. She glared at Xie Feiyang reproachfully, but her eyes betrayed her joy and shyness. She muttered softly, "Who said it would be next year... You're so quick to talk... You blurt everything out..."

Her protests appeared weak and insincere, clearly a case of saying one thing and meaning another.

Seeing her friend's happy expression, Lin Jianyue was also happy for her. She teased her, "I think next year is too late! It should be earlier, like this year's National Day? That way we can get your wedding candy sooner and share in your joy!"

"Jianyue! You've gone bad too! Joining them in making fun of me!" Feng Xianghong was so embarrassed that she tried to cover Lin Jianyue's mouth. The two girls laughed and joked together, their clear laughter filling the small living room.

Yang Guangming and Xie Feiyang looked at them and smiled at each other.

Xie Feiyang raised his eyebrows at Yang Guangming with a smug look, as if to say, "See how awesome I am?"

The small living room was filled with laughter, the vibrant energy of youth, and boundless anticipation for a happy future.

As the sun sets, the magnificent sunset paints the sky red once more, bathing the old Shikumen houses in a warm, soft glow.

It's time to say goodbye again.

Every gathering seems exceptionally short, leaving us reluctant to part.

The four of them stood at the entrance to the courtyard and talked for a while. Feng Xianghong and Xie Feiyang walked in front, whispering to each other. Xie Feiyang gestured, while Feng Xianghong smiled and nodded occasionally. They were clearly still discussing the important plan for "getting things done next year".

Yang Guangming and Lin Jianyue lagged a few steps behind, stepping on the dappled shadows of the trees.

"Then... when I get back, I'll find a suitable time to talk to my parents and then tell you the specifics and time," Yang Guangming said to Lin Jianyue in a low voice, his tone steady and methodical.

"Mm." Lin Jianyue nodded, looked up at him, the sunset light dancing in her clear eyes, reflecting a captivating radiance that made her look exceptionally gentle. "You... don't feel too much pressure. If your parents ask about my family situation, just tell them the truth. My parents are just ordinary cadres, nothing special about our family." She was always like this, considerately thinking of the other person.

“I know. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” Yang Guangming looked at her, his gaze gentle yet firm, conveying a reassuring strength. “When you go back… give your family a heads-up? So it won’t be too sudden.” He carefully reminded her.

"Okay," Lin Jianyue replied softly.

Reaching the entrance of the alley, we finally had to part ways. The aroma of dinner being prepared by each household wafted through the alley.

"I'm leaving! See you next time!" Xie Feiyang waved and naturally put his arm around Yang Guangming's shoulder, acting like good buddies.

"Be careful on the road," Feng Xianghong said to Lin Jianyue as they stood side by side, their eyes mainly fixed on their respective sweethearts.

"Got it! You guys go back now!" Xie Feiyang replied loudly, full of vigor.

Yang Guangming nodded to Lin Jianyue. Their eyes met, and a thousand words were unspoken.

The two turned around and disappeared into the bustling crowds and the sound of bicycle bells in the evening.

After walking a few steps, Yang Guangming subconsciously turned around and saw Lin Jianyue still standing at the entrance of the alley. The sunset glow gilded her with a warm golden edge, her figure slender and beautiful, quietly watching the direction they had left.

Lin Jianyue was also looking at him. When he turned around, she waved to him gently with a soft smile on her face.

Yang Guangming smiled, waved, then turned and strode away.

As the two walked out of the alley, Xie Feiyang was still excitedly planning the details of their wedding next year, imagining how to decorate the apartment allocated by his work unit, how many tables to set up for the banquet, and who to invite, talking animatedly.

Yang Guangming listened quietly, occasionally chiming in with a few words and offering some reasonable suggestions, a faint smile always on his lips.

In his heart, he was also sketching out his own picture of happiness, a picture in which Lin Jianyue's gentle smile and a small but warm home.

As night slowly falls, twinkling lights illuminate the alleyways, casting a warm, dim glow.

Smoke curled from chimneys, and the aroma of food wafted from the kitchens of each household, mingled with the sounds of adults calling their children home for dinner.

A simple yet warm atmosphere of daily life permeates the streets and alleys of Shanghai, enveloping every busy yet hopeful family. (End of Chapter)