Some people look to the future, while others are always obsessed with those old sesame seeds and rotten millet.

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Unlike Jiang Nianyun and her son, who love the capital from the bottom of their hearts and are completely immersed in the customs of their hometown, Mi Xiaoran, who has been back in the capital for several days, has a completely different feeling.

During the Spring Festival, she actually had a unhappy life most of the time.

It was as if there was a small balloon stuffed in her stomach, making her always bulging with air, making her feel incredibly stuffy and out of breath.

If nothing else, just because she has been in the United States for several years, she has changed.

She is no longer the Beijing girl who was always thrifty and could do anything.

Instead, she became a person who has seen the world and fully enjoyed the conveniences of modern life - Mrs. Zhao.

To be honest, after coming back this time, she couldn't adapt to everything in the past.

She couldn't stand the small bungalow with a temperature of only ten degrees Celsius, couldn't get used to the smell of matchmaking and cabbage, couldn't watch those rustic domestic TV programs, couldn't listen to those "northwest wind" pop songs, couldn't get used to sleeping on hard boards

There were only a few layers of mattresses on the hard bed, and she couldn't even get used to the food at home.

It is not a question of whether one's mouth fits or not, but a question of whether one is healthy or not, and whether one is nutritious or not.

The winter diet of Beijing people still lacks green vegetables and is too greasy.

Although she thought it tasted good, she had been accustomed to eating it since she was a child, and she had even been craving for this bite for a long time.

But I can't help but worry about my health. Eating such a meal is too much of a burden on my heart.

Especially in the current capital city, most people still have to go to bathhouses to solve their bathing problem.

This made Mi Xiaoran, who was used to taking a hot shower every night, particularly depressed.

Every night she felt itchy and uncomfortable, as if insects were crawling on her body.

But I dare not scratch because of the itch, otherwise the dry weather in Beijing can easily induce dermatitis.

My neighbor Bian Jianjun was still working as a stove maker in Qinghua Pond, which was of course a convenience for bathing.

But she is asked to bring her own toiletries and go to the bathhouse to take a bath every day as she did in the past.

She and the women from the capital were required to bathe in a large room without any privacy, and even the nozzles and water had to be shared in turns.

This will only make her complain about reality even more and make her want to lose her temper.

Because in her eyes, she is no longer the same as before.

Such days are simply suffering for her now, completely unbearable.

What's good about Beijing? The monotonous scenery and monotonous people are far less prosperous and lively than American cities.

The reason why she came back was actually to see her family.

But my missing now is not as strong as when I left.

No matter from any angle, she believes that life in the capital cannot be compared with that in the United States.

Even the moon is rounder from the United States, and the air is sweeter from the United States.

Not to mention that in addition to these practical problems and material conditions that are difficult to change, there is also a person who she cannot forget, who is also torturing her soul and distorting her spirit all the time.
Chapter completed!