There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Xiao Ping An is very annoying recently.

His mother said to accompany him on vacation, but was too busy to see anyone.

His father promised him to take him hunting during the Chinese New Year, but he followed his mother to become a volunteer.

And he...

Seeing the friends in the West Wing lower their heads to read books with relish, he fought hard to guard the door.

"Ugh……"

When Mrs. Cheng came over, she heard the child sigh, and she was frightened a few steps faster: "What's wrong? Do you want to go out to play? I will ask your uncles to take you to play?"

Xiao Ping'an smiled and shook his head: "The adults are busy with work, so let's not do it."

"Ahhh, our baby is sensible. So grandma will take you out to the door, OK?"

The little man followed his dad's way, raising his hands and propped her arms: "It's cold outside and there are ice cubes on the ground. I don't worry too much grandma goes out."

Mrs. Cheng smiled comfortingly.

"Too grandma, you sit on this stool. My grandmother said to take me to the theater tonight, would you like to join me?"

"Forget it at night, I have to wait for your mother to come back and find her something to do."

Ping An didn't ask anything, he looked at her worriedly: "My mother is busy, it's very late to come back, and I have to go to the work unit before dawn, can you wait for her to come back?"

The old lady knew that the child had forgotten: "Yesterday was the last day your mother went to work. I will definitely be back early in the evening."

Ping An was overjoyed and widened her eyes in disbelief: "Really? That's great, I miss my mother, and I can't tell her and worry her."

The old lady touched his forehead paternally: "Originally, I should have rested yesterday, and I will be back today after the end. When your mother comes back, my grandma will let her stay with you."

Ping An tilted her head for a moment, beckoned her to lower her head, and whispered in a low voice, "Will my father be back too? I think they took me to skate in the Hutong courtyard."

The old lady nodded again and again: "No problem, take advantage of your grandfather's business trip, you go live there for a few days. Too grandma let people go and clean up first, and burn the kang by the way."

"Too grandma, you are really my good grandma! I like you so much, shall we go there together? There are so many rooms there, enough for us."

How could Mrs. Cheng walk away? What's more, the family of three can still have more fun: "Next time, it’s cold and cold. I’ll go when the weather is warm."

Ping An is right to think about it-it will be broken if you fall.

Zhou Jiao finished the task that lasted for a few days. After the handover, she didn't care about chatting with everyone, and was anxious to go home.Her father went on a business trip to the Southwest temporarily, and everyone else had their own jobs to be busy, leaving her son as a left-behind child. Last night, seeing the child curled up on her kang alone, it was really sad.

I think of the child’s message: Mom, remember to hug me to sleep at night.

Zhou Jiao began to think about finding a job that can easily commute to and from work after graduation.She can't let go without mentioning the upcoming child.

When the child is older and the situation improves, she will have no time to work hard. There is no need to neglect her for work.Especially such a caring and sensible child.

As soon as she entered the house, Zhou Jiao heard the old lady and the children laughing loudly, and when she walked to the door of the room, she also laughed.

——I saw the children knocking on their lunch boxes and washbasins in chorus, and she even raised her hands to pat and direct.

Zhou Jiao smiled and stood beside the old lady, clapping to the beat.

At the end of the song, I looked at her head on with a smile on my face safely.

Zhou Jiao gave him a thumbs up: "It's great. You are all great! Tomorrow I will prepare a few snare drums for you to beat. Next year, Children's Day will win a big prize."

"Auntie, really? That's great."

"Auntie, I like the little bugle."

"The drum can be hung on your waist, and you can beat it while jumping, that's good."

"It was played by a little girl, I don't like it."

"I don't like asking your mother to go, so why look for my sister Jiaojiao."

"Who is your sister? That's my little aunt."

"You shameless..."

Zhou Jiao just wanted to pick up her son.

Mo Xiaobei's little girl's film is the most clever, and he rubs against her: "Auntie, I have a snare drum in my house, my mother is too noisy, will you also drive us away in the future."

Zhou Jiao touched Xiaoya's head amusedly: "Except during breaks, you are always welcome to come and play."

When the little girl heard this, she immediately turned and akimbo: "Stand up, take a rest!"

The children in the room reflexively stood up and lined up.Someone responded quickly and immediately quit: "Why can you command us?"

"Yes! I'm still older."

Mo Xiaobei akimbo his hips, with a small hand pointing: "You, you, that's you. Is there discipline? Do you understand that our soldiers want to unite, what is the size of the soldiers?"

When Zhou Jiao saw this, she covered her mouth and smirked. She looked at the old lady, and she laughed so much that she even burst into tears: "Where did this girl learn it?"

The old lady shook her head and stopped laughing: "Look at the shelf and learn from her grandfather. Old man Mo loves to play, and he often does this trick."

"...Cough cough," Mo Xiaobei cleared his throat, "Next, everyone ran home to get the change, potatoes, sweet potatoes, snare drums and bugles. Ten minutes, no, we will have a party in Ping An's house within half an hour."

Zhou Jiao reminded: "You don't need to take the change, you are still young, be careful of losing your money. Auntie sponsors you to hold a party, you go back and tell the adults to have dinner at the Ping An's house in the evening.

"No! This is our own party, and we cannot let adults attend."

Ping An interjected: "Xiao Bei, you go back quickly, I'll wait for you to come."

Zhou Jiao stared at them all at once, and watched her son happily laughed at herself: "Baby, why don't you like adults playing with you?"

Ping An ran outside to take a look, then came back and said, "The adults in their family are different from ours and will take care of them. They don't like it."

Zhou Jiao muttered: "They are all small ancestors."

"Mom, I am not, I am the best, and I like you the most."

Zhou Jiao nodded his nose amusingly, and said to the old lady: "Auntie, let's go back to the room."

"Okay, let's go to the living room." Mrs. Cheng stood up and walked out, "Is it all right on holiday?"

"Yes, is there something?"

"It’s okay. I finally took the kids to skating for a few days of fun. During this period of time, our house is boring. We will find a time to take him to the Hutong yard for a few days. I will send someone there tomorrow. Burn the kang."

Zhou Jiao subconsciously looked at her son in her arms, and saw that he was looking at her face, and her heart moved: "Okay. I will go there tomorrow, no need to find someone else. My brother used to burn the kang before, and all the quilts inside are neat. "

"mom?"

Zhou Jiao patted him comfortingly: "Will my grandma stay there for a few days? In winter, we can enjoy the snow in the study room, and our grandparents can still paint."

"I was really moved by what you said. When your aunt has a vacation, I will come back to look for you." The old lady suddenly remembered that there was one missing person, "Where is Xiaowu?"

"I'm on holiday, he should be fine too."

"Bring Aunt Chen and them all over."

Zhou Jiao smiled without saying a word.She didn't dare to make a lot of noise and enjoy her father's treatment.