A strange woman who returned to the Northeast after finishing college was full of barbs. She didn't like the busyness of Beijing or the prosperity of Shanghai. She just wanted to find a retirement job in her hometown in a small county in the Northeast and spend the rest of her life peacefully with a husband who would endure all the abuse. However, several years after graduation, I was still eating at home and waiting to die, but I failed to do so. So my parents, who had always been indulgent and liberal with me, started a war to urge me to get married. They failed to sell my unsalable product for weeks, months, and years, so they would baptize me with words every time they found an opportunity. However, I felt that their baptism of words was not true love, but more like controlling knives. Although it could not kill me, it still caused serious injuries. I alternated between blind dates and urging marriage. I either disliked graduating from a good school or felt that I couldn't do a good job. In short, I couldn't live up to my father's and mother's wishes and stayed idle at home. Maybe God opened his eyes and didn't want me to suffer. After my parents attended the puppet groom's wedding, they watched the puppet groom pointing a gun at her mother. Her mother no longer dared to control him. My mother knew about this and never pushed for marriage again...
