There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

An ancient book is not difficult for Zhou Jiao. After reading it twice, she will have to live her life accordingly. What's more, she didn't forget that she came here to accompany her son on vacation.

In winter in the Hutong, apart from the children running wildly all day without fear of the severe cold, there are more elderly people doing some housework at home, and yelling at the children to eat at meal time.

Compared with Zhang Guoqing and his son's crazy play, Zhou Jiao, who is afraid of the cold and falling, rarely goes out. Fortunately, for her, being quiet and undisturbed is the state of life she has always liked.

She entertains herself and lives her life as she pleases. In the morning, I watched the snow that had fallen in the yard all night, and in the afternoon, I looked at the winter scenery of the park through the edges of the wooden windows.

When the sun is setting, stand in the courtyard and look at the decaying grass on the top of the half-gold and half-gray wall, swaying in the winter wind.

When the interest comes, impromptu splashing ink.

If the water pipes are often frozen in the early morning, this life has undoubtedly achieved what Zhou Jiao has always pursued, From then on, I will splash ink and make tea, and keep my mouth shut about the prosperity of the world.

Are you eating too much? Zhang Guoqing greeted people outside with a loud voice from far to near. Zhou Jiao put down the brush guiltily and rubbed her hands to keep warm.

Not long after, Zhang Guoqing came from behind the screen wall with a net bag, saw his wife coming out of the study, and hurried forward a few steps.

Don't help me. Zhou Jiao waved her hand, How is home?

Zhang Guoqing looked around the yard, looking for something, and replied absent-mindedly: Dad's return date is undecided, the regiment is rehearsing for the New Year, and Mom has already lived in the dormitory. She lets you play with peace of mind. Our family won't be able to travel far this year.

Don't look for it, my son is next door to the Tan family.

Zhang Guoqing smiled, opened the cotton curtain at the door of the room, and let her go in: Aunt Chen was going to come and take care of us, but I was worried that she wouldn't be able to leave when the family found out that you were pregnant. Get together at home, and come over before Dad comes back.

Zhou Jiao pointed to the lunch box: She prepared this? Did you bring her something back?

They are all my son's favorite dishes, and she is thinking about safety. Zhang Guoqing thought it was funny to think of Aunt Chen's instructions to Wan before he left. I told her to bring back everything I like at home.

Zhou Jiao gave him a funny sideways look: You are really generous.

Zhang Guoqing smiled at her joke. After getting along for so many years, the character of the other party is trustworthy. If you want to, the two of you are often at school, and she takes care of your own food, so there are so many opportunities to vacate, how can it be used until now. Besides, to gain the trust of his wife, father and daughter, I don't know how many hurdles he has passed.

Sweet potatoes were roasted on the stove in the living room, and Zhang Guoqing took his hands, which were about to be amputated from the cold, to the stove to roast.

It's ready, shall I peel it for you?

I'm not hungry, I'll keep it for when the child comes back. What do you want for lunch?

It's more convenient to boil mutton in a pot. Zhang Guoqing doesn't pay much attention to food. Their family can be said to be from all over the world, and they have all kinds of dishes.

Don't be afraid, tell me what you want to eat, I love you.

Zhang Guoqing looked at her amusedly: Naughty. While no one is disturbing, I will accompany you to prepare more confinement meals during this time, so as not to be inconvenient when you look back.

The more he talked, the more he felt he was negligent. These days are busy playing, his wife is busy poetic. The details of life are completely forgotten.

Now that he thought about it, he acted, Zhang Guoqing moved his hands that had been relieved, carried Zhou Jiao into the kitchen, and asked her to sit and light the fire to direct. With previous experience, there is no need for Zhou Jiao to remind her.

As noon approached, Xiao Ping'an politely declined the old man of the Tan family to leave with a meal, stood at the gate and waved for his older brother to go back, unlocked the lock and rushed into the house alone.

After entering the yard, he ran to the kitchen and smelled the fragrance. He was proud of his intelligence.

Come back, dinner will be served right away. Zhang Guoqing was happy when he saw the child, Will it be cold in the Tan family? What are you playing?

Pingan pressed his fingers and said one by one: They played triangular fan with cigarette paper picked up outside. I didn't play, I played with pick sticks. Later, Xiao Gangzi lent me glass beads to let me play, but was stopped by Mr. Tan , He said I was too young to play with these dangerous things.

Zhang Guoqing knew what he meant by picking a stick. Brightly colored, pointed at both ends, and even in thickness. The supply and marketing cooperatives outside the Hutong sell them. Playing this requires both boldness and carefulness, mainly to practice the coordination of hands, brain and eyes. Usually parents with some common sense are happy to prepare for their children.

Zhou Jiao nodded aside: The old man is a caring person. If you can promise not to put these little things in your mouth, mom will buy them for you.

What to buy! Zhang Guoqing refused straight away, and she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

You give my son all those golden beans at home, as well as the court beads and agate beads. Let's play Gao Da Shang if we want to play.

Zhou Jiao leaned back happily when she heard the words.

Ping An also giggled.

Zhang Guoqing followed their laughter, and then said with a smile: Tonight, the three of us will hide in the bed and play. When the situation improves in the future, my son will see who is pleasing to the eye. Let me say something casually, and I will reward you for playing.

He winked at the smiling mother and daughter: Aren't you very arrogant?

No! One golden bean can buy a thousand catties...

Zhang Guoqing hurriedly raised his hand to beg for mercy: Son, don't, give your dad some room for imagination.

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The happy days are always very short. After eating a bunch of frozen persimmons on the window sill outside the house, it is time for the family to return to the compound.

As the year approaches, the festive atmosphere of celebrating the New Year becomes stronger. Customers can be seen standing in long lines at any time outside the shopping malls and supply and marketing cooperatives passing by along the way, braving the wind and snow.

As if leaving quietly, the family of three will come back quietly during working hours.

When Aunt Chen heard the movement in the kitchen, she came out and smiled happily, and hugged Ping An who was running in front, Why don't you say something, so I can pick you up.

It's only a few steps away, what's there to pick up. Zhou Jiao smiled and shook her head, Why don't you stay at home for a few more days, auntie, are you okay?

There's nothing to do at home, so I'll come back first. If you know you're going home, I'll burn the kang early. It's cold inside. Go to the living room to warm up first, and I'll be fine soon.

Zhou Jiao didn't blame her for burning the kang for herself, knowing that she was saving for her family, she shook her head: We can do it ourselves, auntie will go to work first.

That being said, how could Aunt Chen go back to the kitchen? Anyway, it was still early for dinner. She hurriedly went to pull firewood briquettes familiarly.

Here, Zhang Guoqing hugged Zhou Jiao into the living room, settled her down, and lifted her luggage: I miscalculated, I should have informed her last night. I'll help, you lean in first.

Dad, let me help you.

Thank you son. I can take care of it. Go to your room to see if the kang is hot. What else is missing. After Zhang Guoqing finished speaking, he went out of the living room to meet the east wing without waiting for their mother and son to reply.

Xiao Wu, that boy Dayi came back from the army a few days ago, and he has been here several times in the past few days. I want you to call him.

Hearing what Aunt Chen said, Zhang Guoqing smiled and nodded. Not only Yi Jiefang, but the other guys should also come back from other places for the New Year, and they will be busy next time.