South to North: A Prison Guard at the Beginning

"What? You still want to ask people in person?" Mr. Zhou looked at Mother Zhou in disbelief.

"What's the matter? Can't I ask?" Zhou's mother said with an expression that said, "That's what I mean."

"Stop it! It's not like our Xiaobai can't get married!" Old Zhou frowned and waved his hand.

"Hey! You are a father, your daughter is already thirty years old! I know that she is still thinking about the boy from Old Zhong's family! If you ask me, that boy is not very reliable. Look how good Xiao Yuan is."

"He's good-looking, well-spoken, has a good personality, and is a steady person. He also has a good career. I think he's a good match for our Xiaobai. Call him right away!"

"I won't fight! If you want to fight, you can fight me!" Mr. Zhou waved his hand impatiently, then stood up and walked to the coffee table on the side, picked up a cigarette and lit it.

"I'll hit you then!" Mother Zhou glared at Mr. Zhou, then sat down at the phone and called Yuan Mu's workplace.

But after a while, Zhou's mother put down the phone again, her face full of helplessness.

"Xiao Yuan is not at work."

"He's definitely not at work. He's on vacation right now. He's probably strolling outside now!" Zhou Lai rolled his eyes at his mother.

"Then you won't tell me!"

"You don't even listen to me!"

"Hmph! I don't want to bother with you. I'm going to find my daughter!" Mother Zhou stood up, glared at Mr. Zhou fiercely, and then turned and left.

"Hey! What a person you are!" Old Zhou looked at Zhou's mother's back in silence. He had no idea what to do.

Outside, he is a big boss who controls military power, but at home, he is just an ordinary husband and an ordinary father.

Then Mr. Zhou turned his head to look out the window, narrowed his eyes and talked to himself.

"Yuan Mu, this person is quite good, but why do I always feel that I can't see through him? He is obviously a 26-year-old young man, but he seems to be unfathomable. I don't know if he is good or bad?"

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The next afternoon, Zhou's mother finally called Yuan Mu home.

When Zhou Xiaobai saw Yuan Mu, he snorted coldly, glared at him fiercely, and then went back to his room.

"Hey! This girl, why doesn't she say anything when Xiao Yuan comes!" Zhou's mother said dissatisfiedly.

"Aunt, it's okay." Yuan Mu quickly stopped Zhou's mother and said with a smile.

"Okay, you sit down first. Old Zhou will be back in a while." Zhou's mother smiled and led Yuan Mu to sit down at the coffee table in the living room.

"Aunt, you're welcome."

Zhou's mother smiled and nodded, then sat down opposite Yuan Mu and looked at Yuan Mu carefully. The more she looked at him, the more satisfied she became. How could he be so suitable for her?

But Yuan Mu was a little annoyed by Zhou's mother at this time. Why was she staring at him like that? So he spoke awkwardly.

"Aunt, why are you looking at me like this?"

"Oh! It's okay. I just feel that you were a little bit dark after your trip to Yun Province." Zhou's mother said quickly.

"Hey! The sun in Yun Province is indeed hotter than here, but we are in the jungle so it's better." Yuan Mu said with a smile.

"Well, Xiao Yuan, you're not young anymore, have you ever thought about finding a partner?" Zhou's mother changed the subject so suddenly that Yuan Mu almost spit out the tea in his mouth.

Yuan Mu quickly wiped his mouth and looked at Zhou's mother.

"Aunt, I don't have this idea for the time being."

"That won't do. You're not young anymore. When your uncle Zhou and I were your age, we got married a long time ago. It's just that we were busy with work at that time, so we had children late."

"You see, young people nowadays get married early, in their early twenties. You'd better hurry up. Do you have any favorites?"

"Aunt, I'm really not in a hurry. I fell behind in a lot of schoolwork because of the case. I'm catching up recently and I really don't have time to think about this. What I want most now is to finish my studies and graduate as soon as possible and get back to work." Yuan Mu looked embarrassed.

"Hey! That won't do. Both work and life are important. You can't just give up your life for work, right? You have to listen to me on this. I've been through this before." Zhou's mother immediately retorted.

Yuan Mu looked like he had lost all hope in life. This pressure to get married was really the most fatal.

"Aunt, let's wait a little longer. The main reason is that we don't have any affinity with each other."

"Look at you, kid. If you ask me, your generation is like this. What's the point of having good rapport? At the beginning, your uncle and I didn't have any rapport at all. We were just introduced by someone."

"There was no emotional foundation at all. That was the most difficult time of the War of Resistance Against Japan. We couldn't even afford to eat. Look, we have managed to get through these years, haven't we? Adoration can be cultivated." Zhou's mother advised earnestly.

Yuan Mu had no idea what to do. He could only listen patiently and agree with her ideas, nodding his head continuously.

"Xiao Yuan, what do you think of Xiaobai?" Zhou's mother asked, changing the subject.

Yuan Mu was stunned for a moment. He now realized that Zhou's mother's speech was very jumpy. She was just talking to you about the city gate tower, and the next sentence she mentioned the hip axis.

"Sister Xiaobai is fine."

"Tell me which one is better specifically." Mother Zhou's face was full of smiles.

"Uh." Yuan Mu was quite helpless. This thing is good, so does it have to be said in detail? But he couldn't help but say it.

"She is beautiful, a nice person, very honest, kind, responsible at work, and has positive thoughts." Yuan Mu blah blah blah listed a lot of Zhou Xiaobai's advantages, which were half true and half false.

Hearing Yuan Mu praising her daughter, Zhou's mother's smile grew wider, but the next second, what she said made Yuan Mu spit out the tea in her mouth.

"Xiao Yuan, how about you and Xiao Bai try to be a couple?"

"Puff!" Yuan Mu sprayed out the tea that he had just drunk.

"Oh, look at you, child, how can you be so careless? Wipe it quickly." Seeing this, Zhou's mother quickly picked up the paper next to her and handed it to Yuan Mu.

Yuan Mu thanked her and started to wipe it. He really didn't expect that Zhou's mother would say this. What a joke, himself and Zhou Xiaobai? This is inappropriate no matter how you look at it.

One is the daughter of the commander of the Kyoto Military Region, and the other is a poor boy without a father or a mother. Of course, it is not appropriate to call him a poor boy now. After all, Yuan Mu is an official section-level cadre.

But, what does a section-level cadre like me count for in front of them? There are hundreds of thousands of section-level cadres in the country, so what do I count for?

It's not that Yuan Mu belittled himself. He did have a lot of merits, but what did these merits mean? They were much greater than his own merits. He couldn't be complacent just because he had some merits and think that he was worthy of the commander's daughter.

Yuan Mu has always been a cautious person. He has no ability to make up for such a huge gap. He is already satisfied to maintain a good relationship with the other party.