I'm going back home at the end of the year, and it's that season again—marriage pressure. My parents arranged a blind date: "This girl is beautiful, from a good family, with an annual salary of over 200,000." At the coffee shop, she never leaves her phone, ordering the most expensive set: "I love traveling, can you take me to Europe?" When talking about the future, she blinked: "My mom said, you need a house and a car to get married. The bride price should be at least 500,000." I asked, "What do you want from me?" She smiled: "Be honest, don't mess around." After the meal, she said, "Let's split the bill, I'll treat you next time," but only paid for her own coffee. I paid the bill, stood up: "Thanks for the reminder, end of the year, I need to stay away from 'good conditions' traps." She chased after me: "Don't go, let's talk more!" I shook my head: "Talk about what? Your spending habits, or my wallet?" I went home and told my parents: "Don't rush into blind dates, avoid scumbags like lightning. Next year, I'll find someone myself—sincerity for sincerity. From now on, I’ve learned to see through the tricks behind sweet words."