"Your grandmother and your uncle will come over in a moment and clean up your house. ”

At half past one in the afternoon, I was sitting in front of the computer in a daze at the monitor when I suddenly heard the bad news.

I sighed in my heart, I knew that I would never be able to escape this catastrophe.

Actually, when my grandmother called me last night to train me, I knew that it was a matter of time, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly.

Yes, it's a blind date again.

Why do humans want to go on a blind date?

Just for the sake of succession?

Actually, I can understand the thoughts of the elders.

My cousin got married a few years ago.

My cousin, who is three years younger than me, got married early last year.

The other day, his child was born.

It's a little princess (I posted a photo of me hugging my little niece in the group).

In fact, when the whole family went to visit that day, I had a bad premonition.

As I guessed, after arriving there to see my cousin's family of three, I quickly became the target of the whole family's criticism.

27 years old.

The eldest son and the eldest grandson.

Single.

Of these three conditions, one is difficult.

And I have all three.

In the criticism of that day, I slipped away under the pretext of code words.

I didn't expect the elders to come directly to my house today.

In fact, I have already experienced a hundred battles on a blind date.

Back in '16, I went from resistance to compromise.

That was also the beginning of my blind date journey.

It's been four years now.

How many times have you kissed in the past four years?

It's probably close to 30 times (and even nearly half of the blind dates are married, and several of them already have children).

But this was the first time that the elders would go to each other's homes with me and go on blind dates together in front of all the parents.

Probably they were really in a hurry.

After changing his clothes, he followed them to each other's house.

Then the two families went out for a meal together.

At the dinner table, the two families began to introduce each other's "goods" to each other.

I, 27 years old, 174 tall, 62.5 kg, don't drink alcohol, but smoke (although I've started quitting).

Unemployed vagrant (full-time author), average income, has a small house of 70 square meters, and is saving money for decoration.

The other party, 27 years old, height 159, weight 51 kg, no one has any bad habits.

Elementary school teacher, average income, has a car.

Round face, short hair.

It's nice to laugh at.

But it's not black and straight, and it doesn't have long legs.

After the product display and promotion, it is natural to start a positive communication.

The girl is very introverted, basically just keeps her head down and smiles and listens to the parents chatting, but does not speak.

I was bored fiddling with my chopsticks, listening to the parents boasting to each other without nutrition, and my heart was unwavering.

I could tell she didn't feel much for me.

Of course I am the same.

Since everyone doesn't feel it, why not go their separate ways?

But it can't.

Inside?

There is no communication at all, and I haven't even looked at each other, how can I understand?

The two of us are like the goods on display in the showcase, being judged by all kinds of criticisms and trying to sell them.

The voices of the parents who were pretending to be happy were getting faint and noisy, and I couldn't hear what they were saying.

My mind began to wander, and I began to think about life.

Why did I fail so many blind dates?

Although I'm not very handsome, I'm definitely not ugly (and even shamelessly, I'm actually a little handsome)

Thick eyebrows, high nose bridge, and good facial features, but often paralyzed face.

Why is that?

Oh, and a lot of them were happy with me, but I refused.

So why should I refuse?

I started looking for answers.

Twenty-seven years without accomplishing anything, my past is not turbulent, but it is definitely not magnificent.

Since I was a child, my parents have said not to fall in love, and I have been addicted to games and novels since I was in junior high school, and I don't have much feeling for girls.

In junior high school, there was an ambiguous girl.

But is that considered love? After graduating from junior high school without a problem, I don't think it counts.

What about high school?

I've had a crush on a girl, but I'm just hungry for her youthful body.

And I didn't act either.

University...... That's probably not love, it can only be said that I found a meal partner.

(I have written a small single chapter here before, called "Twenty-seven Years of Nothing", and it has even been reprinted by the official public account of Dianniang, so I will not repeat it here)

So, time went round and round, and I came to the age of twenty-seven.

In the past, going to work was a line between home and company.

It's even better now, even the company is gone, and I just stay at home every day to code words and think about the plot.

When did I start to fear finding a partner?

Thinking about it, I guess it started after graduation.

When I first graduated, I talked to my friends about games every day.

I live at two o'clock a day, with a salary of 1,500 yuan a month.

Go around for years, 2500 a month.

That's the average level here.

Not high, not low.

Friends gradually stopped talking about games, but about making money, buying a house, buying a car, and falling in love.

And getting married.

Yes, some of the friends we played with at the beginning have already gotten married.

There are even two good buddies who are getting married next month.

But I began to fear.

From the time when the married friend called us out for dinner every day after a year of marriage, on the grounds that he didn't want to go home, he was afraid.

From another who hasn't been in touch for many years, and suddenly the connection is when I borrow money for a down payment, and I am in fear.

When a distant cousin started to divorce after half a year of marriage, he was afraid.

From the time I got together with my junior high school classmates who I hadn't seen for 12 years, when everyone was talking about being overwhelmed by 30 years of mortgages, I was afraid.

Looking at them now, I have in my mind how energetic they were twelve years ago.

Looking at him now, I see that twenty years from now, they will be no different from today, except for getting older.

Twenty-seven to fifty-seven years old.

For a lifetime, almost.

There is no vision for the future in their eyes, and there is no pursuit of dreams.

There is no light in their eyes.

They see their unchanging future, and I see it too.

Do people live in this world just for the sake of ...... Alive?

Even if it's like the walking dead, even if you give up your dreams and visions for the future, even if you ......

Why do many young people nowadays not want to find a partner?

The self-media on the Internet that eats human blood steamed buns are deliberately creating gender hatred.

The stress of reality is breathless.

Watching others show off their wealth on the Internet makes you feel as if hundreds of thousands of millions are just small amounts of money, but if something really happens and you need money, you can't even take out tens of thousands of dollars.

Now that I can't starve to death, but I can't feed my whole family.

In the idea of "if I can't give her a good life, then why should I delay her".

In the reality of "facing the future of four elderly people to take care of, but they have no skills and no brothers and sisters to help".

In the hell of "you can't even afford a down payment if you don't gnaw at the old".

We are the most painful generation.

Whenever I talk about it, my mom and dad laugh.

No matter how painful you are, and the pain of our time?

Yes, everyone suffers.

Your afflicted flesh, our affliction is spiritual.

Think about it, how long has it been since you saw the word "gnawing old people" on TV?

More than ten years ago, everyone was criticizing the "gnawing old people", TV criticism, Internet criticism, expert criticism, and common people's criticism.

What now?

No one mentioned it.

Because the price of housing doubles every year, it tugs at your collar and tells you: "If you don't gnaw at the old, you don't even have a home." ”

Ten years ago, "I'd rather cry in a BMW than laugh in the back seat of a bicycle" was criticized by everyone.

Ten years from now, the money for a BMW car may be just a down payment on your house, or maybe not even a down payment.

We are the most painful generation.

An only child, no siblings, lonely.

When I grow up, housing prices rise, prices rise, and only wages do not rise.

When a pawn comes back, it is no longer packed.

The children of the enterprise will no longer take over.

Many iron rice bowls have become contractual.

Small private enterprises do not pay five insurances and one housing fund.

Working until the age of thirty or forty is replaced by younger people.

If you don't have a house or a car, you won't get married.

No, it has changed now.

I want a big house, I want a BBA car.

finally got married, with four old people above and two children below.

The firstborn was a boy.

The second child is still a boy.

Will you be happy?

No, you're just going to crouch in a corner outside the hospital and smoke a cigarette all night, like my distant cousin, and then wipe your red eye sockets and leave your kids in your hometown to go out to work.

Children's education, medical care, schooling, and ...... House, car.

It's overwhelming.

Yes, you can just take care of him when he is born, so it can be regarded as raising him.

And then what?

Wait for him to be a teenager and repeat your life?

I once had a blind date that made a deep impression on me.

"Marriage is to improve the quality of life, if finding a partner to marry reduces the quality of life, then why don't I live alone?"

A lot of people think the same thing.

But I'm not.

I'm more miserable.

I've had dreams.

Write the story in your own mind, swim in your own world, and give yourself a sweet dream.

"Big Boss" is a young man's martial arts dream.

Green shirts and swords, fresh clothes and angry horses, and a lot of red faces.

"On Fire" is a realistic dream, a perfect girl who understands you and accompanies you to success.

"I'm on My True Line" is another dream.

Why don't the protagonists of my two books have a golden finger like a system or an unforgettable, and I wasn't a big name in the industry in my previous life?

Because they are me.

I am them.

Their character is me, and their way of life is me.

As I get older, I don't have wild dreams anymore.

Then the dream becomes a little more realistic.

A girl who is outstanding and understands you, an ordinary person who may not have much talent, absurdly and unexpectedly becomes a success.

They are me, nor are they me.

Their personality is me, the background is me (Zhang Hong thinks himself), they succeeded, and my dream came true.

But that's just a dream.

When you wake up from a dream, you understand your own nature.

Why did I go on so many blind dates without success?

Because I'm not reconciled.

I am not willing to live a life that can be seen at a glance.

I don't care about that future without a future.

I'm not willing to find a girl who just gets along, that's a hurt to her, and it's a hurt to me.

I once said that I want to find a girl who is compatible with her heart, gets along tacitly, and is attractive.

They told me to dream less and not look in the mirror to see myself first.

Yes, people are conditional, and I think conditions should be matched.

The rich second generation is a condition, and it is also a condition for you to be able to make money.

Being handsome is a condition, and being beautiful, in good shape, and with a good temperament is a condition.

The conditions are to be matched.

I wasn't handsome, I wasn't tall, my parents were workers and retired, and one worked as a janitor in a heating company and the other as a dormitory sweeping aunt in college.

I want a girl who is beautiful, has long legs, is long and straight, has a good personality, and fits in heart, and I don't deserve it.

So I'm going to try to improve my conditions so that I can match them.

But now my conditions are not enough, so my blind dates always fail.

Someone once said, "Look at what kind of blind date the matchmaker introduces to you, it means that in her eyes, you are also a person of this level."

I admit it, but I'm not reconciled.

I don't know when the dinner is over.

When I returned home, the elders were very satisfied and urged me to quickly set a time to make an appointment with them next time.

Or go on the next blind date in a few days – yes, there are several more blind dates to follow.

But I'm tired.

"Why do I have to compromise?"

They laughed.

"Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and the sons of rats make holes. You're the child of a working-class family, and you expect a particularly good girl to take a fancy to you?"

yes, forget it.

Go on a blind date, find a suitable girl, and everyone gets along slowly.

If you don't hate it, just get married.

And then live for the rest of your life.

But......

Is that really it?

Is it really willing?

If you try, you may fail.

But if you don't even dare to try, you will definitely fail.

So, I lit a cigarette, took a puff, and laughed.

"I don't want to just leave it at that, I want to try it hard. ”

"What if...... What if the dream came true?"

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Drunk too much and wrote.

There is no pessimism, it just tells everyone to be positive, and it has nothing to do with the text.

Don't complain, working hard to improve yourself is the right way!

If you think it's too verbose, just delete it in a few days.

Then ask for a collection ~ ask for a recommendation ticket ~ ask for everything ~

This book should be quite interesting, and I beg everyone to read it!

Eh, hey (づ ̄3 ̄) づ╭❤~