After saying this, Hu Xuerou didn''t dare to talk nonsense.


    After all, she felt that South Vietnam would certainly do what she said and would not take into account the little weak friendship between them.


    The two sat for another half an hour. After chatting and gossiping, they had to get up and leave because Hu Xuerou was hungry again. They went home and ordered takeout.


    The next morning, that is, on the 29th day of the lunar new year, South Vietnam went to the airport, took the early morning flight and returned to the south home in L City.


    Many people came home on this day, and the airport was overcrowded.


    Walking, South Vietnam occasionally noticed that passers-by recognized her and secretly took pictures with a mobile phone.


    If she wasn''t a professional paparazzi, she didn''t deliberately interfere. She was photographed and kept going through security checks and boarding all the way.


    The weather has been fine recently, and the temperature is hovering around more than ten degrees. The plane flew smoothly and landed on time.


    Stepping on the original hometown, Nanyue can''t help feeling a little familiar and long lost. It seems that the "Nanyue" in this time and space is actually another her.


    Therefore, after getting on a taxi, when the driver tried to use local dialect, she subconsciously replied in local dialect.


    The driver looked a little embarrassed: "ha ha, it''s a local. Come back for the new year? Look, you''re not old. Are you studying in a foreign university?


    "Work." South Vietnam didn''t want to say more, but turned to look out of the window.


    The driver turned back: "that''s the working girl. She''s so beautiful and dressed brightly. It''s promising. My family must be very happy."


    "I''m not very happy," said South Vietnam. "After all, they all value men over women."


    "..." the driver looked completely frozen. He didn''t know how to answer this. He could only laugh and sympathize, and then drove his car silently.


    The road from the airport to the urban area is still very strange. After all, when I set out for the draft of city a, I took the high-speed railway.


    When I got to the area near my home, I gradually became familiar with it. I felt that every road had been traveled.


    Finally, the taxi stopped in front of a building in a somewhat ordinary community.


    South Vietnam swept the yard and paid the fare. The taxi driver sighed while helping her carry her suitcase.


    "Family conditions are good. How can you go to work so young?"


    "Thank you." South Vietnam didn''t say much. He took his box and pulled it into the building.


    In fact, Yuanshen didn''t live in this house for a few days. She bought it when she was in junior high school. She didn''t move in until she went to art school.


    But the art school is a boarding system. It goes home in the winter and summer vacation a year, and then it will be sent by nanmu to live with her grandmother in the countryside.


    Although the house has three bedrooms and two living rooms, it is supposed to be one for parents, one for brother and one for her.


    But Nanyue remembered that before he went to city a, his father picked up his grandmother from the countryside to live.


    If you want to live at home, you probably have to sleep in a bed or sofa with the old lady.


    South Vietnam entered the elevator, pressed the floor in memory, and couldn''t help tutting.


    In this age, there are girls who have to suffer such unfair treatment at home.


    If she doesn''t wear it and fails in the original draft, she may have to really work. Then when she can get married at the age of 20, she will be sold as a commodity at home and receive a gift.


    Until now, South Vietnam can fully understand why the original body has no will to survive.


    With such a family, it''s better to be as carefree and unrestrained as before, and just care about your own life.


    "Ding!"


    The sound of the elevator interrupted Nanyue''s thoughts. As the elevator door opened, the doors of several families appeared in front of him.


    Suddenly, one of the households opened the door from the inside. An old man with black hair mixed with many white hair put a bag full of kitchen garbage at the door.


    Just as I was about to close the door, I caught a glimpse of South Vietnam coming out of the elevator.


    "You, you are... More and more?"