I can't accept that I can't forget what her father said to me: my Nannan has never suffered anything since she was a child, nor has she suffered any injustice. This is the responsibility of our parents. Young man, can you do it? I didn't answer. I know I can't do it. I also know how much she sacrificed to be with me. Don't live in a good house and dormitory, follow me to squeeze a small bungalow, don't wear good clothes, and wear sportswear for many years. There used to be a new restaurant, and her father had to drive the whole family to eat. Now she eats boiled cabbage with me. She scrimped and saved to help me pay my tuition. All this is what I can give her. A poor lover can give her so much, but she is asked to pay endlessly, from time to material things. She said: loving you won't be bitter. But my heart hurts, really hurts, as if the whole person is going to be torn apart. I can't choose my background, but why did she choose me and such a heavy burden?

As a result, her family disagreed. Her mother also asked her if I had moved in with me by any despicable means. I can't help but say that her parents really took great pains. On the surface, they didn't break us up, but in fact they always encouraged her to study abroad. She also happily said to me: Let's apply together, and we will study abroad together. I smiled and said yes.