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Chapter 67 The Black Sesame

train arrived at the station. As soon as Yonzi was surrounded by the crowd and got off the train, everyone around her rushed forward with joy, but her pace became slower and slower.

The so-called "being close to hometown makes you more timid", this sentence is perfectly interpreted by her.

She had been away from home for two and a half years. Due to work commitments, she had a very bad relationship with her family, and she rarely called home during holidays. She once thought that she had lived like this all her life.

Originally, she didn't plan to go home for the Chinese New Year this time, preferring to stay and go to work.

After Xuanchu found out, he specifically talked to her and said that the fruit shop did not lack her working hours and wanted her to go home to celebrate the New Year.

"You need to communicate well with your family," Xuanchu advised, citing his relationship with his brother Xuan Yi as an example. "So in fact, many times, misunderstandings are just due to a lack of effective communication. Only by talking about it can the problem be completely solved. Retreat. First of all, no matter whether the outcome is good or bad, at least you have tried, so you will not have regrets."

Mizi lowered his head and twisted his clothes tightly with his fingers: "Boss, you don't know, my dad is a very old-fashioned person. He always hopes that I can find a stable job. He looks down on full-time painters and will not be satisfied with fruit shop clerks."

Xuanchu raised his eyebrows: "Then you have to have a good talk with your father to let him know. What kind of profession are you engaged in? It's not as unbearable as he thought."

"But..."

"No but, if necessary, I can grant you two more days of leave. Seize the opportunity and don't let it go. I'm disappointed."

...

"Yiyi, here!" Mi Ziyi's memory was interrupted by a familiar local accent.

She followed the sound.

On a windy day below zero, her father and mother stood at the exit of the station and waved to her vigorously.

The emotions I had endured for a long time broke through my defenses instantly.

She subconsciously quickened her pace and almost trotted all the way to her parents. She was hugged by her mother and scolded her affectionately: "You are so grown up, but you are still so unsteady. There is ice on the ground. What should I do if I slip?"

Looking closer, she saw Only then did I realize that my mother’s hair had turned nearly half gray in the past two years, and it was no longer the black and shiny look she remembered. Her nose was sore and tears almost fell. She quickly turned her head and wiped them away quietly.

"Dad." She turned her head again and shouted timidly.

Her father remained serious, only nodded, and silently stepped forward to take her luggage.

When she went home this time, in addition to clothes, tablets, and daily necessities, the most she brought was various fruit gift boxes, including New Year gifts from the store and gifts she bought with her own money.

"Hey, these are all products from the fruit shop where you work, right?" Her mother leaned over and saw the fruit shop's logo on the box, "The packaging is quite nice."