In the end, Mr. Wang decided to take us to the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner called by the Zhejiang boss.

The Chinese restaurant is decorated in a festive atmosphere, with colorful latte art and strings of Chinese red lanterns.

There are more than a dozen large round tables in the hall, and in the center of each round table is a large plate of sunflower seeds and sweets.

The guests who arrived first were already seated, drinking tea and chatting with melon seeds.

There is only an hour difference between here and Beijing. However, I habitually ignore this.

I, Mr. Wang, Xiaobai, and Xiaoshi were arranged by his friend of the Zhejiang boss at the table at the front of the hall, and Xiaoshi greeted the people at the same table as us, and it seemed that they all knew each other.

There is still an hour before the start of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and the program before the Spring Festival Gala conveys a warm and festive atmosphere.

Although the restaurant is not open, the restaurant is already bustling.

Unlike the Russian receptions that I used to attend, the style of the parties here has the characteristics of Chinese wedding banquets.

It didn't take long for me to realize that I was a little different everywhere!

I don't know if my words and deeds make others feel distant, or if I look too much like a Russian, anyway, sitting next to President Wang, I can easily be understood as a Russian translator brought by President Wang, as if I am not one of the Chinese. It's not like others are here for the New Year, but for curiosity.

People just say hello to me politely, and no one wants to communicate with me anymore.

I looked at my colleagues, not to mention Mr. Wang, even Xiaoshi and Xiaobai are also comfortable with our current scene. They seem to settle in very quickly.

I sat there drinking tea and thought to myself, should I also find something to talk to you about?

But at the moment, I don't know who to talk to about what?!

I sat there with a blank expression, watching the noisy hall with people talking and laughing.

To speak in good conscience, I don't complain that people don't treat me as a Chinese, and the environment I have experienced myself has indeed made me very unfamiliar with Chinese people. No wonder my mom is dissatisfied with me!

I have rarely experienced this kind of dinner party that is familiar to children, and I remember that I have only attended two weddings of colleagues in China, and I did not even make it to the weddings of my relatives.

When I think back to the years when I was studying abroad, I was unfamiliar with my native language......

If I hadn't made up my mind to deliberately integrate into the Chinese community, maybe I would still be working in a Russian company today?

I wondered, is it that I have been away from the motherland for too long, and I really don't understand the social rules of the real Chinese! As a Chinese, do I need to catch up on this lesson urgently?

However, at this moment I recognize this fact. It's not like you can fit in with the crowd. It's not about the kind of people around you that you belong to.

You need to have the same values, the same heart, the same ideals and pursuits, the same topics of interest as the people in this circle, so that you have the same taste and taste. Otherwise, you will always be an outsider who feels unreasonable!

I don't know if it's because people think I'm an inconsequential outsider, or if that's how they communicate. They talked about anecdotes from acquaintances and didn't seem shy about me.

I pricked up my ears and began to listen curiously as they talked about the business, the people, and the things here......