Huang Xiaoqing listened to Da Biao's words and realized that he was on his own, without family, and had been at the garrison since he was eleven. Now, he's still in this job.
Twenty-eight is indeed seven years older than me, quite a big difference.
I understand his profession. I'm just afraid my parents won't agree, as I am their only young woman, and they are both teachers.
Back then, they once told me they hoped I would find someone cultured, with a safe and stable job.
This time, it was a notice from the school, and my parents didn't want me to come over. They could probably guess that the men coming here are all successful in their careers, but certainly not young anymore. This is the first reason, and the second is they don't like their jobs.
But I still came, as I have a kind of admiration for them.
At first glance, I
saw Da Biao, and immediately recognized him as a heroic figure.
