Coming out of a big bank, Zhou Jiao nodded slightly to a petite girl in the coffee shop across the street, walked around, took off her disguise, and returned to the coffee shop less than five minutes later.
Walking quickly in the country known as the City of Peace, no matter how much chocolate or condensed milk cheese there was, it could not arouse Zhou Jiao's nostalgia.
...She misses home.
I miss the three most important men in the world, all my friends and family, and my familiar motherland. Whenever I see black-haired, yellow-skinned pedestrians on the street, I want to hug them.
It's summer now, and since we left in May, we've missed both father and daughter's birthdays. I wonder if her father ate too much of her noodles.
"Here..." Hu Xiaohui, who was sitting at a small round table under an umbrella, saw her come in, and her eyes lit up. Looking closely at Zhou Jiao's smile, she knew it was a success.
Zhou Jiao glanced at her. It was so unfair that she had to work so hard and carefully deal with foreigners at the bank, and she just had to watch over them.
This time she had two companions, one of whom was out on business, so Hu Xiaohui was the only one traveling with her. As a result, the girl ignored the rules and went to the cafe across the street to have afternoon tea.
But this also showed that she trusted herself, which made Zhou Jiao very satisfied. Otherwise, how could she take the opportunity to withdraw money when someone was following her every day for 24 hours, no more than 200 meters away?
During this period, she passed through two countries and took the opportunity to withdraw the remaining money in several passbooks. Even if she could no longer go abroad in the future, her money would not be embezzled by foreigners, which made her very satisfied.
"Does your dad know about you doing this? Is his salary enough for you to have afternoon tea?"
Hu Xiaohui laughed and said, "I asked for a glass of boiled water, and you see the waiter kept looking at me."
Don't judge a book by its cover.
This guy has many different masks—this rogue behavior is no longer surprising to Zhou Jiao. She remembered that before they set out, Shi Dashen said that the other party's fighting skills were enough to protect him, and that he could travel with her without worry. She was secretly surprised by the other party's petite figure.
"When I'm poor, I have no confidence. When I have money in the future, I will definitely use it to kill you."
Zhou Jiao gestured for her to lower her voice. The girl had been able to speak in a low voice just a moment ago, but now, in her excitement, her voice rose. As for her talk of using money to throw at someone in the future?
She should take a break! Even if she secretly received a lot of money, she wouldn't dare to throw it out to anyone. There's no shortage of wealthy people in this place. If she went to the bank to withdraw tens of thousands of dollars, no one would even glance at her.
"You have to think about happy things. Isn't it nice to have free food and drinks on every religious day? And there are people from all over the world here, so we can see people from all over the world. Isn't that wonderful?"
Hu Xiaohui asked disdainfully, "Who said they missed home yesterday?"
Zhou Jiao looked at her sadly. "We really can't play together anymore. Is it really that touching?"
Hu Xiaohui looked at Zhou Jiao happily.
To be honest, she admired this girl. Facing the sudden change in environment, she was not abnormal at all, still eating the most unpalatable bread and living an ascetic life.
Thinking of this, she said seriously: "We are leaving soon. Do you want to buy something to take back? I still have some money on me."
Zhou Jiao looked at her gratefully. She had never been short of money, but she was still very touched by the other party's kindness.
She shook her head and smiled, "No, things here are too expensive."
Hu Xiaohui sighed inwardly. The prices were truly outrageous! First-grade cabbage in Beijing was just over two cents per pound, and fourth-grade vegetables were sometimes even less than a cent. Even a hot pot meal at a restaurant was only a little over five yuan, considered a luxury. And here, even the inedible cheese fondue was ridiculously expensive, many times more.
"Okay, stop sitting. Let's go back and meet up with them." Zhou Jiao looked at her with a bitter face, smiled, pulled her up, and the two of them walked out.
Zhou Jiao was well aware of the feelings of Hu Xiaohui and her companions. Even if they tried to hide it, they still envied and yearned for such a life.
But if they really had to stay, no one would be willing to do it. Besides their families back home, they were more likely to not adapt. This country was even more difficult to survive in than the Soviet Union.
There are so many languages, it's impossible to communicate properly. The food is so different, we can't agree on anything. Finally, the locals are so xenophobic, just looking at the Chinese living here shows what it means to be a second-class citizen.
After seeing everything in the outside world, Zhou Jiao didn't want to stay in a foreign country any longer. It was better to go home, to her own country.
But thinking back on the past few months, she still feels that the journey was worthwhile. In addition to the material gains, she also felt spiritually cleansed and gained a lot of insights.
Hu Xiaohui looked at the cars on the street and the shops on both sides of the street and said with emotion: "I wish our place could develop like this one someday."
"Yes. It will be better than here!"
Hu Xiaohui held Zhou Jiao's arm and they smiled at each other.
The weather in this country is not hot in the summer. The two girls, hand in hand, wearing short-sleeved shirts and long pants, still stand out against the background of a group of people wearing colorful skirts on the sidewalk of the street.
Occasionally a blond and blue-eyed boy would shrug at them, but fortunately no one went up to chat with them.
Hu Xiaohui dislikes foreigners who expose their chests and thighs, and Zhou Jiao, as an outlier, dares not give people any room for criticism with her dress.
A black car stopped in front of them on the left. Zhou Jiao glanced at it but didn't pay much attention, thinking that someone was going to the store to buy something. She lowered her head and continued chatting with Hu Xiaohui.
A middle-aged Asian man got out of the car, walked onto the sidewalk, and walked towards them with a smile on his face.
Hu Xiaohui cautiously held Zhou Jiao's hand and took a step forward. If you looked closely, you could see that her right hand was clenched into a fist.
"Miss, you are Chinese, right?"
Zhou Jiao looked at the other person, then glanced at the black car in front, and cursed inwardly: You are the lady, your whole family is ladies! But she still smiled and nodded.
The other party immediately abandoned French and asked in standard Jiangnan accent in Mandarin, "Excuse me, can we chat in the car?" After saying that, seeing their angry faces, he quickly changed the subject, "Don't get me wrong, there's an old lady in the car who wants to see you."
Zhou Jiao frowned. Who was this person? She didn't even get out of the car and asked me to come up to her. She was really putting on airs! No one had dared to talk to her like that in a long time. She was really not used to it!
Seeing her unwavering expression, the middle-aged man quickly said, "Why don't you please follow me..."
Zhou Jiao looked at a short old lady with silver hair getting off the car and shook her head at him, "No need for me to go over, she's here."
Hu Xiaohui asked worriedly, "Do you know him?"
“I don’t know him!”
Zhou Jiao answered while looking at the old lady who was slowly approaching. Seeing that the closer she got to her, the more shocked she looked, she pursed her lips thoughtfully.
——This is another acquaintance of her grandmother!
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