There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Along the way, the shuttle bus from the provincial capital arrived at the county, and it was already more than two in the afternoon.

As soon as the door opened, Zhou Jiao took the lead to get out of the car, staying away, and taking a hard breath.At this moment, she regretted how not waiting for her goddad to send her back at night, or driving back by herself at night.

She took it for granted.

This big summer ride in this tattered bus is really worse than a pig.The driver has no awareness of load restrictions at all. As long as there are people on the roadside, the conductor will make a loud voice: "Squeeze in, squeeze in..."

The farther away from the provincial capital, the more people get on the bus, and all the baskets, chicken baskets, bamboo baskets and poles are pushed inward.Passengers coming and going half way never stopped.

That's not even counted. They can still not be touched when they sit in the innermost part of a family of three, but the mixed smell of chicken shit, feces, and sweat stimulates the sense of smell, making her no matter how open the window is. No supplement.

Zhou Jiao patted the clothes on her body, always feeling that she had a smell.The hygienic addiction she cured has also revived, and now she urgently needs a shower.

Carrying a small schoolbag on his back, Ping ran to her, took out the water bottle and handed it to her, "Mom, you won't vomit when you drink."

"Baby, where is your dad?"

"My dad asked me to look at you first. He ran to show love and help Grandpa move things. Look, he is there."

Zhou Jiao followed the direction he was pointing, and Zhang Guoqing was moving the bamboo basket. Seeing this, she smiled and shook her head.This stupid man wouldn't even throw away his luggage, would he?

Zhang Guoqing seemed to sense the gazes of his wife and children, waved at them, helped the old man move to the bullock cart by the road, and ran back to the car and got off with two bags of luggage.

Seeing him coming, Zhou Jiao joked, "Which acquaintance's old man is this again?"

Zhang Guoqing laughed with joy.He knew that he had been secretly laughing at him for a long time when he was chatting with the passengers in the car and confessing to his relatives.No, revenge came immediately.

Ping An immediately said, "Dad, you have so many relatives."

"So you have many relatives. Son, come on! Strive for the people of the whole country to be our relatives."

Ping chuckled with joy.

Zhou Jiao stretched out her hand to hug him, gave Zhang Guoqing a sideways look, and hurried forward.Don't have her son so bad and kind, like these two fools!

"Daughter-in-law, let me hug."

"No, hurry up, I feel itchy all over."

Zhang Guoqing followed closely, teasing her, "Don't tell me. Just now I saw a lot of lice crawling around on the head of the aunt in front of you."

"Zhang Guoqing! You are dead!"

"Haha... I will take a shower when I go back. Daughter-in-law, do you smell chicken shit on my body?"

"Fuck off!"

"Son your mother is vulgar."

Ping An was determined not to interfere with them. He turned to look at the roadside and pointed to a place not far ahead, "Dad, the supply and marketing agency used to turn into our house."

"My son has a good memory."

Before taking a few steps, a person came to meet him and smiled happily: "Oh, isn't this Xiao Wu? Is it home?"

Zhang Guoqing smiled and said, "Uncle, it's been a long time since I saw you, how are you?"

"All good, all good. Go home soon, your father should be happy."

"Then I will go first and come to play at home when I have time."

"Good."

Zhang Guoqing walked for a while, put the luggage on his shoulder, and quickly whispered: "Jiaojiao, give me my son. I can't go later."

Zhou Jiao glanced at the door of the restaurant not far away and handed him her son.

"Dad, what's the matter?"

"Shhh... you'll find out later."

The master and Wang Dasheng at the entrance of the restaurant waited for their family of three to come over with a smile.

"Oh, who is this?"

Zhang Guoqing greeted them one by one.

"This is Xiaoping'an, he looks really energetic. Does your grandfather have any books now?"

Ping An still remembered that this old grandfather had bought food from him and shouted loudly: "Good grandpa Gu."

Zhang Guoqing looked at everyone with a smile, "Is this a good product tonight?"

The master nodded with a smile,

Zhang Guoqing understood in seconds.This should be another production team who had an accident and was rushed by these people upon hearing the news.

"Master, you can save some for me. Everyone, I will send the children home first."

"Go. Your father should be so happy."

Zhang Guoqing hugged his son to say goodbye to them, did not take a few steps, and said Ping Ping in his ear: "Dad, I know what it means. You are afraid that they will wait for you together."

"Almost like that. Look at the gate, is it your grandma?"

Ping An looked forward, but it wasn't his grandmother.He quickly waved, "Dad, you let me down. I run fast!"

"Don't worry, your grandma is coming over."

Mother Zhang looked in front of her in disbelief, and exaggerated her voice and shouted: "My child is his father, Xiao Wu and they are back." After speaking, she ran away.

The chickens in the yard fluttered with fright.Father Zhang heard it bounced off the kang, put on his shoes and walked out quickly.Sure enough, he guessed right, his old son really came back!

The villain opened his mouth with a bright smile, and quickly threw himself into Zhang's mother's arms, "Grandma, I miss you every day, why don't you see me?"

Mother Zhang picked up her grandson and ran home, happily, the baby screamed.As for the favorite old son, I have to step back.

"Grandma, I'm heavy, do you move? Tired? Where's my grandpa?"

Mother Zhang hugged him tightly, "Grandma's good grandson. Really sensible. Grandma is not tired, holding you, grandma is full of strength. Are you hungry?"

"I have eaten. We also went to see my uncle. My uncle told you not to worry. He will go home this weekend. Grandma, why are you losing weight? Is there not enough food?"

Mother Zhang's heart, if the little grandson cares about it, it gets hot.What is pro-grandson, this is pro-grandson.Even if he is not by his side, he still remembers his grandma.

"Grandma, you don't have food to tell me, I have rations. I don't have much snacks, enough for you." After the little drama, his eyes lit up, and he shouted at the coming Zhang father: "Grandpa, I am safe. I miss you so much. Why don't you and grandma come to see me? I have hidden a lot of things waiting for you..."

Daddy Zhang was so happy that he snatched the grandson from his wife's arms, and he squeezed it, and smiled happily: "Okay, my grandson has grown up again."

Ping An hugged Father Zhang tightly and touched his face, "Grandpa, you have lost weight too. Come back to the capital with us. Our house has a new yard, and my dad has cleaned it up."

The passersby Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao didn't take care of them from start to finish. The couple looked at each other and smiled speechlessly.The little thing began to perform again.

After entering the yard, he turned his head and waved to Zhang Guoqing, "Dad, bring the bag in." Then he muttered to Zhang Dad: "Grandpa, there are good things in it. My mother said that I will help you and your milk. Don't be reluctant to eat, you can live a hundred years after eating, and I will give birth to a son for you to play with."

Father Zhang laughed all the way so that his intestines were knotted.This little guy is better than the old son.He nodded repeatedly, "Okay, Grandpa is waiting for your son to come out."

Father Zhang put him on the kang, and took mother Zhang to sit down peacefully, "Grandma, didn't I tell you in the letter that I have learned martial arts. I will perform for you, and I am amazing now."

The little thing punched the kang and looked at Father and Mother Zhang with bright eyes, "How about? Your grandson is great, right? My grandpa said I was a genius."

Zhang father and mother Zhang nodded with joy.

"Very powerful! I can't find it in the whole country."

"Better than a genius. Is it hard to practice?"

Ping shook his head, "No. When I get older, it will be more powerful."