"Mom, I'm getting married." Xiaoxiao mustered up the courage to say.
"Ah?" Mom looked at her with wide eyes in surprise, her face full of disbelief.
"Mom, I have a sweetheart and we plan to get married." She repeated it again.
"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly." Mom asked loudly.
"Dad, Mom, my daughter has a sweetheart! I want to get married!" She stood up and answered loudly.
Her voice was probably so loud that she lured her father out of the kitchen. He asked with disbelief: "Xiaoxiao, are you okay? You haven't graduated yet, how can you get married?"
"Dad, I am already 20 years old and have passed the legal age of marriage. I have the right to choose my own marriage, please don't stop me! As for my studies, Murphy and I have discussed it. Maybe I will take a year off, maybe
I will study abroad."
After speaking, she quietly waited for her mother's reaction.
She knew that her mother would definitely ask questions about money.
Murphy is so rich, my mother will definitely like him.
She never doubted this.
However, what surprised her was that her mother suddenly stood up and asked anxiously: "What did you say? His name is Murphy? Murphy? What's his last name?"
When the standard English pronunciation of "murphy" came from my mother's mouth, she was shocked!
Mom doesn't speak English, she knows this.
Although my mother has reluctantly learned some English over the years, my pronunciation has never been standard, and it has never been as standard as it is today.
Looking down, she found that her mother's finger was pricked by a thorn on the rose, and blood was sliding down the green petals.
"Mom, your hand is injured."
Mom threw away the rose like a hot potato, put her finger in her mouth and sucked it, and said: "Xiaoxiao, you haven't answered my question yet, what's his last name?"
"His surname is Han, and his name is Han Murphy." Xiaoxiao answered honestly.
At this time, my father hurried over with the medicine box and said: "Honey, you are injured! Come, let me bandage it for you!"
My mother completely turned a blind eye to my father's concern, her eyes were blank, and she kept muttering in a low voice: "His surname is Han...".
I don’t know how long it took, but the surprised expression on my mother’s face faded a lot, and she seemed to return to normal: “This name seems familiar. How is his family situation? What kind of job does he do?”