This morning at the supermarket, while working, I talked with two aunties about marriage and love topics, and some minor differences in opinions arose. The cause was that they often, like my parents, worry about the marriage of my son who is around my age. During work, they treated me as a "confidant," endlessly venting their thoughts.

I said: "Actually, no matter how much you nag, it doesn't really help. Whether they get married or have children, ultimately it's up to them."

Auntie 1 took over: "That's what you say, but as a mother, how can I not be anxious?"

I replied: "The boat will straighten out when it reaches the bridge; children and grandchildren will have their own blessings."

Auntie 2 sighed: "When you reach my age, you'll understand."

Then it was just some repetitive chatter back and forth.

Unexpectedly, heaven plays tricks; you don't even need to wait until they reach that age. At this moment, I already understand a similar state of mind. Holding multiple orders tightly in my hand, while the market keeps falling. I can't help but refresh the screen repeatedly, suddenly recalling the conversation with the two aunties this morning, and I suddenly realize: Turns out, we're all the same. In the face of things beyond our control, we just want to find some way to soothe our inner anxiety.

They, and our parents, actually all know. They know that no matter how much they urge or nag, a person as beautiful and virtuous as Dai Jiao Qian or Li Qi Hong won't suddenly appear and easily join their son or us for life. But still, we hope we can be more patient with them. If you find it hard to control your emotions for a moment, think about yourself staying awake late at night, repeatedly staring at the market. You and I both understand that looking at the market a few more times won't make the market follow our wishes; the market will never show mercy because it has no relation to you. It is just a different species, after all. But you can show some kindness and gentle comfort to those around you who have given you life and nurtured you.

Let's just keep the phrase "At this point, the most sorry for is still our parents" as a joke!