There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

"Children and mother."

Ping An endured the discomfort in his heart and stood in the outer circle watching everything in front of him.

In a quadrangle courtyard with two entrances, the vermilion gate has collapsed, and the blue bricks, blue tiles and carved window frames show the vicissitudes of the years.

In the open door, the clothes in the closet were discarded all over the floor, the drawers were thrown everywhere, and the bedding and pillows were taken apart on the bed.

The cabinets and beds were moved one by one, and the quaint old-fashioned suspended floor was pryed up piece by piece; the quaint tiles were stepped on and lifted to the ground and turned into piles of rubble.

The dirt in the flowerpots scattered all over the ground, the ash in the stove, the floating soil under the floor...

Inside and outside the house are already in ruins.

However, apart from a few pieces of porcelain and the jumbled piles of gold jewels found from the soil, there is still no trace of any shadow correspondence.

In the courtyard, an eighty-year-old old man with a small body stooped and hunched, trembling on crutches, was witnessing everything in horror with a pair of old eyes that saw the vicissitudes of life.

After many attempts to copy homes, those red veterans who are the most active and wearing bright red armbands have copied/started their homes but are very comfortable with them.

Their unrestrained appearance is in stark contrast with those who are still a little flattered. The little red soldiers who are now bound.

In an interrogating tone, the leader of the team began to preach to the old man the great significance and policy of the broken/four/old, asking his family not to be obsessed, to recognize the situation, and to actively cooperate with their actions, and honestly confess to the family. There is a place to put the stolen goods.

So far it is in ruins, but only two hours.

The Seven Souls had been so scared that the Eight Souls had been lost. The sick old man kept whispering back and forth in ambiguity. The leader of the team who was so angry and ashamed was finally angry.

He immediately ordered his four or five capable officers to tie up the old man's old son and his wife.After a violent storm, in addition to the disappeared juniors, the three bloodied old men were put on signs and escorted out of the parade.

"These damn bad guys are still stubbornly resisting! Give me a hard hit."

"Looking at these gold, it is all stained with the blood of our people."

"Still crying for injustice? You don't die, none of your bastards can be afraid."

All passionate fighting spirits and full spirits escorted the three old people to the parade, and the deafening slogans resounded across the sky.

Behind the long line, Ping An followed everyone raising their arms and shouting slogans.Compared with the insignificant little squabbles in the previous few times, his young heart was shocked.

The juniors whose old people have disappeared, the piles of gold jewels found in the mud, these "victors" around them are like various means to enter the land of no one...

Filial piety and conscience, ugly human nature, criminal evidence and justification...

Which is right and wrong?

——Is this the reality that his parents told him to use his eyes to see and experience with his heart?

Not far behind, "passer-by" Zhang Guoqing walked along watching the lively crowd, always watching his son in the parade group with a trace of worry in his eyes.

The last few times I went to listen to the lectures of advanced activists in tandem, or to visit the exhibition of transcripts/home achievements.This ticket is already a big move.

He decided to let his son settle down at home first after this time.It may not be a good thing to get rid of the seedlings and help them grow up. A general understanding of the situation is enough for an eight-year-old child to learn.

After the parade, the next activity is said to be to hand in the results of the search today to the two-story small building that was converted into an office, and visit the recent results.

As for the two-story building?

If nothing is wrong, Zhang Guoqing estimates it should be the unlucky person who has been targeted.Just don’t know Caikong, are people still safe?

This world is difficult!

The three old people who had been put up just now were considered to have escaped the little devil, escaped several investigations, and escaped the famine. The Huangcheng roots entered the quadrangle courtyard. According to the whispers of the surrounding bystanders, they still have a little family background. The family of cadres can't escape this wave?

What is a two-story building?Have mental arithmetic and unintentional.

What a sad reality.

The lobby of the small building is full of high-end clothing, luxury consumer goods, gold and silver jewelry, cultural relics and antiques, calligraphy, calligraphy, and religious artifacts.

In front of the fruitful battle, there was a female student wearing a red armband and a white-washed military uniform standing on a stool as an instructor.

In addition to the team that just returned, there are also junior and high school students from all over the country who are listening carefully to these heroic feats.

Many students are still taking notes seriously.

It has been ten and a half months since Ping An came here for the last time to appreciate the results, and he keenly discovered that this is another new result.

What about the original ones?

But with this, Ping An could not speak.Relying on the short man, he easily observed the peculiar greed in the eyes of the adult and old players.

After the event was over, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon. Unlike Wen Yu who was going home, he followed the small group directly on the bus and returned to the compound.

Stepping into the house this time, he didn't go into the living room, standing in the yard and thinking about it all around.

Until Aunt Chen left to pick up the twins in the nursery, he moved-turned to his bedroom on the second floor.UU reading www.uukanshu.com

He dragged out a big wooden box, and took out the snacks in a careless manner. After being emptied, he began to enter and exit from his room, the room of his two brothers, and the study room of the three brothers.

One or two ancient books glued under the bedboard, foreign originals with the cover changed, silk and satin pajamas... everything that can be emphasized was put in one by one.

He is worried.Today, I listen to the exchanges and summaries of the big brothers and sisters from all over the country. After these people return, they will be propagated and imitated...

Everything is as his parents said, the warm-up has really begun.

He doesn't worry about his grandfather or his parents, but worry about the inadvertent negligence of his three brothers, which will let the adults get caught.

Zhang Guoqing returned to his work unit from the end of the parade, and hurried home as soon as the off-duty bugler sounded.

Going upstairs to find the eldest son, he smiled and went around safely.It's awesome!He was also worried that the child would be as sentimentally entangled as his mother.

"Dad, when my mother comes back from get off work, I also hid this box of things. My brothers and I will ask her again when they need it."

Zhang Guoqing didn't say that he followed him all the way in the morning, so naturally he also saw what it means to dig three feet.He didn't even ask his son the meaning of this behavior.

The husband and wife and the old man let go of their hands and let the children see and listen for themselves. Isn't that the purpose?Now it seems that the effect is very good, and it is beyond their imagination.

"No problem! There is nothing safer than leaving it to your mother."

Ping An smiled.He used to think his mother was a fairy, but now he roughly knows that his mother has a bag of heaven and earth in mythology.

But... this secret involves the safety of his mother's life. His father didn't say it, and his mother didn't explain it. It's true that he is a little fairy in the fairy tale.