There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

After the summer heat, the summer season really began. The millet, millet and soybeans in the ground were shoveled two or three times, and the ridges were closed.Corn and sorghum have also opened seedlings, and their joints have grown wildly.

Hearing that in the village's own backyard, many vegetables were ripe for harvest, Zhou Jiao didn't dare to take her son back to the village.

"It's the father's fault if you don't nurture it. If you don't teach it strictly, the teacher is lazy. It's not suitable for a child to learn. If you don't learn, what should you do?

For the children, Zhou Jiao is now working hard, and finally drew two children's drawing literacy pictures.

Since the child is early-minded and has different strengths than ordinary people, then she should educate and cultivate in advance.

For children to learn to control power.She spends two hours every afternoon, either playing mud with her child or playing with tofu, using different soft and hard fruits and toys to demonstrate softly over and over again, guiding him to do it.

In order for the child to understand what she said, she kept talking simple words every day, repeatedly demonstrating her own movements and guiding him to understand the body movements.

Even to make the child feel safe, she often deliberately reached out to make a scream at the flame in the stove; she would prick the bleeding spot with a needle and make a fake cry.

Many, many people did it personally, and finally watched the child easily hold the tofu with moderate strength and never break it again; watched the child shake his head when seeing the sharp objects like scissors; watched the child speak more and more Be clear and learn more monosyllabic words.

Zhou Jiao knew that all her hard work was not in vain.

When Zhou Jiao went to the street for the last time, after Zhou Jiao shook his mouth again, the mother and son went out and strolled around. The child opened his mouth. She gestured, and when she saw him shut up, she shouted at the cow when she returned home.

She couldn't help crying at that moment.In tears, the child touched her face, and her heart ached even more.

Zhou Jiao didn't know whether this kind of education was good or bad, but she couldn't and didn't want people to notice the child's intelligence before the child reached one year old.The safety of the child has become her only luxury.

This afternoon, Zhou Jiao stayed with her son, thinking about it for a long time, and finally made up her mind.

She wants to take her son to walk around the nearby city before August to let him know when to keep silent and when to be unscrupulous.

Zhang Guoqing was very busy during working hours, except for going home to eat and sleep at night, Zhou Jiao had not seen him during the day for a long time.

On weekends, Zhang Guoqing was even busier, busy waking up early to reap the joy of harvest. Zhou Jiao hadn't seen him on weekends for a long time.

One weekend, when Zhang Guoqing drove the ox cart home from the village ahead of time, seeing Bian Sanlun was driven away by Zhou Jiao, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, secretly happy that his wife wanted to drive and knew that he would take the child out to let go. .

He finished moving things happily and drove the ox cart back to the village.

Daming City, the famous lotus pond.A pond of lotus is in full bloom, and there is a burst of fragrance in the distance.

At this moment, Zhou Jiao was strapping forward, pointing to the lotus peacefully in her arms, and she was quietly speaking.

Passing passengers and pedestrians sometimes stopped and looked at the mother and child next to the lotus with a smile.

Where did the son point, where did she go.

When the time came, Zhou Jiao and her son happily went to the distance and went to the side three rounds.

He drove all the way close to the countryside, and after asking the fellow for directions, he parked the car at the shelter.

Follow the dirt road to a piece of sand.

A fellow villager was strange to see Zhou Jiao, and learned that she had come from the provincial capital and wanted to buy watermelons and melons.He looked at Zhou Jiao strangely.

If he had met Zhou Jiao for the first time at this moment, he would definitely not recognize him.The black and yellow complexion covered the original appearance, and the two thick black braids were tied with red ropes.

The villager secretly cursed the prodigal maidens in his heart, just thought about it, and did not tidy up the children.

The simple fellow finally took her to the village captain.

After some negotiations, two ox carts pulled the watermelon from the village to the bottom of the big road tree one after another.

As cars passed by, the driver curiously watched the village woman holding her child and selling watermelon.

By accident, a car stopped to ask the price, Zhou Jiao smiled and shook her head.She is still afraid of not enough, where will it be sold.

Half an hour later, seeing no car passing by, she looked around, resolutely put away all the watermelons, and walked briskly with the baby in her arms.

Back in the town, and riding a side three-wheel drive close to the provincial city, Zhou Jiao began to drive to the corner trail again.

A section of dirt road passed, and the bumps made the peace in his arms giggling.

This time Zhou Jiao found a good-looking aunt and followed her to collect fruits and vegetables. She did not dare to mention eggs.If something bought by ticket is purchased, others have a different perspective.

Two bamboo baskets hung behind after collecting a cart.The village woman Zhou Jiao was so arrogant and arrogant that she swept past several villages all the way.

At the end again, looking at the provincial road in front.

Zhou Jiao gestured forward or backward to her son. Seeing him blinking and staring at her with big eyes, she pointed to the front-play again, and the back-daddy.

The child immediately pointed to the back.

Zhou Jiao burst into laughter and kissed him several times.

Zhang Guoqing went to work the next day, and Zhou Jiao drove out of the county again in three rounds.

Seeing the intersection ahead, she pulled over to communicate with her son in her arms.

She pointed to the direction of the provincial city, while gently talking about playing and eating, making gestures to make the child shake his head.

Alas...not to mention the child, she also lost interest in the past one after another in that direction.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Jiao stared at the left direction and looked at her watch-it was done!

Speaking of water again, making waves, taking a bath, and sure enough, her son, the little genius, pointed to the left and giggled, talking about water, and walked away.

In order to let her son know the difference between water and sea, Zhou Jiao stopped and asked questions all the way, taking short cuts, and the bumpy road to let the child fall asleep peacefully.

At eleven o'clock at noon, she lifted the blanket and laughed.Seeing the child rubbing his eyes, she quickly took out a warm towel to clean her little face and handed him a bottle.

After drinking a bottle of milk, the mother and son finally arrived at the crab seller's house before 12 o'clock.

When Lao Wang came out to see Zhou Jiao, he glanced behind her, frightened.

Zhou Jiao made an excuse—there were relatives in the village below, and after waiting time, she went back with him.

After some conversation, Zhou Jiao still asked him to prepare crabs. She really couldn't take the other seafood.

How does it feel to face the sea in summer?Zhou Jiao didn't know that her son's giggles made her feel very excited at this moment.

A large piece of oil paper was spread on the beach, and the mother and son piled up castles one by one, and the other pushed the castle. The two had a great time, causing the children from the fishing grounds to gather around to join in the fun.

The sweets presented by Zhou Jiao made the children happily bring out various conch shells to blow their trumpets.

Ping An's attention was quickly attracted by the calls of seagulls and the little crabs running around on the beach, pulling Zhou Jiao and pointing to the front to leave.

Zhou Jiao supported him with both hands, watching him slowly move quickly step by step, watching him angrily grab the sand and throw it towards the little crab that had escaped.

She smiled slightly.I want to say: My child, in the future there will be more and more things that you can't own as you like.Just as at this moment, you don't have the strength to fly, so you can't have it.Even if the regenerative energy is vented, the things that left are still gone.So children, grow up slowly and have the ability, and you can live a safe life.

Zhou Jiao's thoughts were interrupted by her son's actions.She stared at her son with a surprised look on her little hand, grabbed the sand again, and the sand slipped from the hand again.

Face the child and look at her, waiting for her to explain.Zhou Jiao didn't speak this time, she reached out her hand and gently held a handful of sand. After a while, she fell with her backhand.Reached out and grabbed one again, and clasped it tightly. Gradually, there was less and less sand, leaving a handful of sand in the palm of the hand.

Watching the child lower his head and start repeatedly trying to catch the sand.She sat on the beach, hugged him on her lap, looking at peace in silence.

After a long time, perhaps Ping An understands that the more things he wants to hold, the easier it is to lose, perhaps he still doesn't understand why the things he holds tightly will eventually betray him and leave.

Zhou Jiao thought that maybe the child was older, she would experience this feeling of helplessness.

Seeing that he was about to start a new game again, Zhou Jiao smiled, supported him silently, and accompanied him.

Zhou Jiao and her son repeated the game again and again.When the child was tired from playing, she started to feed supplementary food and drink milk while no one was around.

Seeing that it was late, Zhou Jiao picked him up and told him it was time to go back to find his father.

What is the kinship of flesh and blood, this is-peacefully looking at the sea, talking.

Seeing his little face reluctantly, Zhou Jiao secretly collected two buckets of sea water, two buckets of sand, starfish and conch.She hopes that her children can see the sea and the beach happily at home.

On the return journey, with two large baskets of crabs and a basket of seafood caught from the sea, Zhou Jiao set off again in an arrogant manner.

At this moment, Zhang Guoqing in the county seat was going crazy.

Going home in the morning to get the documents, he found that his wife and son were not at home. He didn't care, thinking he was out shopping.

At noon, he deliberately postponed the invitation of colleagues, and found that his wife and son were not at home, and he didn't care. He thought he was out to play and forgot the time.

He went home again at two o'clock in the afternoon and found that his wife and son were still not at home, so he couldn't care less.

Zhang Guoqing finally found out that his daughter-in-law and son had gone into the world.He recalled hard, walking along the courtyard and the room, and began to look for traces everywhere.

After a long time, he had to admire his wife.If it weren't for the lack of gasoline, I couldn't find a clue to myself.

After returning to the work unit, he took a leave of absence and rode his bicycle around the county town to find his wife.

As the sun went down and the sky got late, Zhang Guoqing went from being angry to panicking, praying for all the gods he could know, and gradually becoming discouraged.

Standing on the street looking at the main road, he began to guess whether he was kidnapped?It's impossible. Jia Jiaojiao is not a fool, and the drug she carries with him can fascinate a thousand people.

There was the familiar sound of Bian Sanlun from afar, Zhang Guoqing smiled bitterly and shook his head, and he had hallucinations again.Then he was stunned.

With the sound coming closer, he woke up and vowed to tie the two with a rope.

Seeing the brighter and clearer smile, he closed his eyes. After all, he was too busy. It would be fine to come back, and to come back without incident.

Zhou Jiao stuck out her tongue and smirked to please him.

It was night, Zhou Jiao swore repeatedly that she would definitely tell him where to go next time she went out to escape the final disaster.