There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Talk about it tomorrow?

This is just an excuse.

After leaving here, Wuyi sneaked in through the back window the next night and found that she had left and never passed the villa again.

The villa can take action, but after all, he can't worry about Xiaojiu.

As his mother said, he hurt her.

It's just that his reason tells him that if it's not suitable, it's not suitable. He doesn't want to fall in love with his temper like those friends, or play some kind of hidden beauty in a golden house.

What he envied most was the relationship between his parents, and he also wanted to have a perfect relationship.

But Xiaojiu is not his mother, and he is not his father.

He is unable to pamper a woman to the point where she is the leader in the whole world. His heart couldn't tolerate the woman who wrapped around him like a vine.

I silently went to Xiaojiu's university and watched her go from being depressed to blending in with the cheerful faces around her, and then watched her party with her classmates to celebrate becoming an American citizen.

Wuyi quietly retreated, and also withdrew the last trace of concern for her.

As rational as she is, since he has found the path she wants most, he has no worries. This result is undoubtedly the best.

what is love?

May Day doesn’t want to think deeply about this problem. The heartbeat that I once had was too cheap without the ability to protect it.

Son, do you have a cold?

Hearing the familiar voice on the other end of the phone, Wuyi smiled brightly, Mom, I can hear the sound of firecrackers. I miss you.

You bastard, don't you miss me?

There was a burst of laughter on May Day.

Home is still his home, nothing in the world can change, only family love, only his parents who love him and care for him are always silently behind him.

Dad, I'm jealous. Have you prepared your old son's New Year's money? I'll say a few more words about you and give me a few more red envelopes, okay?

You did it on purpose, right? All of your father's money is in the hands of your mother. Wife, can I give you an advance first? Your son is bullying me.

You two, father and son, don't involve me in your quarrel. Stupid! Just stuff a red envelope and get a point.

May Day laughed happily. His parents made him panic.

The New Year in a foreign country has long passed. On New Year's Eve, Santa Claus has already sneaked home to sleep. The streets are the same as usual, without any New Year atmosphere.

After being escorted into the car by Miao's cousin, Wuyi suddenly understood why his mother attached so much importance to the reunion dinner. Besides having good food and drinks at the end of the year, why not enjoy the warm atmosphere?

He is still unfilial after all.

You kid, are you still being polite to me? Are you short of money recently? Why don't you tell me? Don't sell that house. I'll give you a big red envelope later.

Auntie, I'm really not short of money. I usually live in school, and I have to hire someone to clean up the empty house. Not to mention it's a waste, and it's hard to refuse if a classmate comes to visit.

Your mother knows? She asked me to take good care of you. Don't ruin the relationship between our little sisters.

Oh, how dare I. I told you, my mother said to let me do it. Wuyi changed the subject, My brother and sister are all at home? Why didn't they come over?

They wanted to come, but I didn't agree. Who knows if they might be fooled by you like last time.

...

The car kept moving forward, and Wu Yi was surprised to find something. This direction did not belong to Fang Husband's house, but he was content with it now that he had come, and he did not ask for an answer.

That villa area is very famous in New York. It is a rich area. Some of his alumni live in this area and have also been here as guests.

It was only when the car stopped at a large villa that he noticed a group of people standing on the lawn at the door. Well, a group of people headed by three old men and two old ladies.

Wu's eyes sharply noticed that Miao Tianming was guilty, and he shook his head with a smile. There was a white lie, how could he blame his brother-in-law.

As soon as the car stopped, Wu Yi tidied up his clothes, immediately opened the car door and walked towards the front of the group to say hello.

Although his grandmother's life experience is not suitable for disclosure, the elders of the Miao family did not tell him, but his cousins ​​who were of the same generation treated him very well.

Especially the three elderly people. They had been given numerous instructions on the phone to come to visit them, but they were scattered all over the world.

He wanted to visit him, but he had no time. Fortunately, the cheerful third uncle had already met him before, so he didn't seem strange at all this time.

Originally, he thought it was just a group of people celebrating the New Year in front of him on May Day, but he really thought differently and supported the uncle of the Miao family who held his hand and wouldn't let go.

As soon as I stepped into the living room, I saw a dense crowd of people in front of me!

Come on, no matter men, women, old or young, they are either wearing a Tang suit or a cheongsam. It is estimated that this time the whole family is gathering in New York to celebrate the New Year.

After greeting everyone, Wuyi was pushed to the room by Miao Tianming and changed into a Tang suit, which made him feel strange - he had never worn it in formal occasions.

In my memory, when the three brothers were young, their mother made them wear satin Tang suits as pajamas to sleep. Later, the domestic situation changed.

The little clothes were also hidden away, and according to his mother, they were saved for later use as pajamas for their children.

Before he left the country, when the situation relaxed, there were more old men in Tang suits doing Tai Chi and other things in the park. Of course, his mother didn't prepare for them.

But being accustomed to wearing military uniforms, the three brothers and his father were not willing to wear them and watch the show like monkeys in the courtyard.

If his mother were here, she would definitely be smiling. There's nothing fucking not to like about traditional stuff. Putting aside everything else, her favorite was the cheongsam, and she secretly wore one in those few years, and asked him if I looked good.

Uncle, are there any masters here who specialize in making cheongsam?

Yes. In the afternoon, I heard the women gathered around and said that there was an old man in Chinatown who was very good at his craftsmanship. They even made an appointment to go together.

Hearing that he was an old gentleman, Wu Yi was a little disappointed. His mother was very picky. Her favorites were embroidered cheongsams, especially the relics of his great-grandmother Gu Mingzhu.

Is there anyone who is good at embroidery?

Then ask my aunt. She knows some, but they are also very expensive. You know, embroidery has become a handicraft. There are fewer and fewer people who can embroider now. The eyes of the older generation are dazzled by the skills of those young apprentices. , my sister doesn’t like it.”

Wu Yi nodded in agreement, thinking about turning around and asking someone for help.

Before he could inquire, Miao Tianming couldn't wait to find the old lady of the Miao family.

The old lady was happy to know that Zhou Jiao liked these. When she moved abroad, she brought a lot of dowry, including many cheongsams.

She is getting old and her clothes are no longer suitable for her. But as for the younger generation now, they like western clothes. Not to mention that these children don't like them, but she doesn't want to be ruined.

Nothing said!

My wife told her in private that this was her sister-in-law's only daughter. Since the child liked her, she could give them all to her as a souvenir.

The old lady stood up energetically and hurried back to the bedroom.

What are you doing?

Call up! Ask the housekeeper at Gangcheng's house to mail the things here quickly.

When you're old, you forget things easily, but don't forget them again.