I had a big box of things to go home into.

In addition to my parents, there are also those for my seven aunts and eight aunts, after all, I haven't returned to China for two years, and it's the New Year, so everyone's gifts are indispensable.

Andrei watched me pass through the customs security area at the airport and smiled and waved to me helplessly.

I stayed in Beijing for two days to implement some of the situation, and some information also needs time for the Chinese side to prepare, and they asked me to contact them after the Spring Festival. I gave Sergei a brief report on the situation here.

It didn't take an hour to fly back to my hometown from Beijing.

How can you not be excited to see your parents who have been separated for two years!

Mom and Dad are really getting old. I was a little sad to see this, and I was even more afraid that they would worry about themselves.

When I returned home for the Spring Festival, in addition to helping my mother with shopping and cleaning, I also had endless information about my work and study in Moscow.

The country is called the prosperous New Year, I think it is not the New Year, and the country is always lively. There are people everywhere, there are sounds everywhere, and even the style of the TV show is unusually loud. In such an atmosphere, I hardly had time to think of Andrei.

I opened my suitcase and took out all the gifts I had given to my friends and relatives for my mother to see. I brought a few changes of clothes in my luggage, and my mother opened my bag of clothes and said with a disgusted face:

- "What do you smell like in these clothes?" It's all rancid, and you don't wash it and take it back, is there anything like you? ”

- "It's all clean, huh?" I said casually.

- "It's clean, what do you smell it yourself?" Mom said dissatisfied, pushing my clothes under my nose and letting me smell them.

To be honest, I can't really smell anything.

However, I was shocked.

In good conscience, I can still smell some special smells of foreigners when I first go abroad. Now I seem to have really lost this function, I can't smell Andrey, Daric, Rosa, Mary Sauer, Basha, any of them. However, I think it must be there, but I don't feel it anymore. Fortunately, my mother didn't say anything strange about me. I'm getting a little nervous.

My dad said, maybe my suitcase was mixed with the Russians, and the flight was too long to smoke like this.

- "These foreigners are all monsters, they don't even have a human taste, I really don't know, why do you like to go to them, you don't feel bad to stay with them!" Mom muttered.

Listening to my mother's words, I think I really can't take it lightly about letting my mother know about Andre's existence.

Maybe my mother's rejection of Andrei is only stronger than Andrei's mother's rejection of me!

Dinner. I tossed a vegetable salad with the seasoning brought back from Moscow, thinking it was a surprise for my mom and dad. Dad and I happily ate our salad. But my mother said:

- "Why didn't I know you two love to eat this kind of thing?" How can this be eaten? ”

Our family's tastes have always followed my mother's. I know my dad can't cook, not only can't he cook, but the Chinese food he cooks is almost the worst I've ever had. Therefore, our family is really not as tasteful as other Chinese families, and the highest is my mother's level. That's why I can't even make egg custard.

When I was younger, my dad took me to a milk breakfast. I've always liked milk, but not only did my mom not tolerate it, she hated the taste of milk.

Fortunately, although my father doesn't know how to cook Chinese food, he likes to eat Chinese food, so my father has always been very satisfied with my mother's cooking. But what about Andrey? He wasn't used to Chinese food. With that, my mom can't stand him! Not to mention that they can't communicate with each other at all.

During the return to China, Andre called twice, and my mother asked me who I was and what was the matter? I told her that it was my leader, Sergey, who called. I thought to myself, it's good that my mother doesn't know Russian.

But. Dad may have heard that my relationship with this leader was a little ambiguous. He reminded me that if I was dating a Russian, I still had to consider my mother's receptivity.

I asked my father, my mother can accept you, why can't she accept me to find a foreigner?

Dad said, maybe it's because your mom came to me that she doesn't want you to repeat her life. I said, in fact, there will be friction with anyone, and this is not easy to avoid. Dad said, I think so too, but your mom blames all our problems on this. There's no way to communicate with her. Perhaps if there is a cultural difference, then this is the reason why Chinese habits first come to mind. If not, you may be thinking about some family differences, and in the end, your personality is incompatible!

I guess my mom even blames cultural and racial differences for drinking milk, right? However, she can't stand the milk I like to drink, and there is really no way to persuade the other party to drink it or not, right? This may not be a big deal for outsiders, but it's still a knot for a family. Maybe if there are too many knots in this heart, it will blame and anger on something.