There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Chapter 974: It's not good for the son to be older

After sending off the children, Zhou Jiao led her sons to a different way home, passing the stadium.Said it is a court, uh, it is just a few table tennis racks, and a basketball stand not far away.

In addition to playing table tennis in the army, basketball is also a kind of entertainment that everyone loves to see. On the one hand, it exercises physical fitness, but also cultivates team spirit and a sense of collective honor.

Of course, a little negative, there is also a vent.

Not to mention this cool autumn night, it was the scorching summer night that just passed, and many people often gathered here.

The same is true at this moment. There are a lot of people inside and outside that area, and the sound of yelling and playing can be heard far away.

"Dabao, are you going to show it?"

Ping An has a headache for the nickname that his mother changed recently.He's a big boy, he's a big treasure?But compared to the so-called baby, it is indeed a lot of "grow up".

"Not interested in."

Zhou Jiao looked towards Liu Yi.

Scared Liu Yi quickly said: "Don't call Erbao."

Suddenly the three mothers laughed madly.Does this count as jumping into the pit?

Liu Yi put aside his head speechlessly.What kind of excitement has his mother been experiencing recently?Fortunately, I never play in front of outsiders.

Otherwise, he would cry if he just thought of his buddies, he would cry, how could he be worthy of his image of a mighty and domineering man?

On May 1st he stopped laughing and whispered, "Mom, he is out now, and he is called Brother Six."

"What about you, Brother Five? What should your dad do?" Zhou Jiao looked at him funny.Also known as Sixth Brother?It seems that my children are happily mixed up outside.

"So I'm worried, I can't let people call my fifth brother, or else I always feel that someone is calling my dad. But what kind of title can be worthy of me?"

Ping Ping patted his forehead, "Stop talking nonsense. Brother Six? Be careful that June 1 is anxious to you."

One side rolled his eyes from 61 to 51 and said, "You are enough for the three young masters."

It's over, it's over, it's all exposed.On May Day, he stomped his feet, and smiled at Zhou Jiao's curiosity, "Mom, we all shouted for fun."

Zhou Jiao smiled and said, "Then your eldest brother is big and young?"

"Huh? You know everything."

Seeing the silly son startled, Zhou Jiao stretched out her hand to touch his head and smiled: "It's interesting. It's okay to play. You three brothers just need to be in touch with outsiders and pay attention to the scale."

Ping An nodded, "Mom, we know."

Some topics are not suitable for discussion outside, not to mention that when the children are older, they should have their own world. She is not worried about the children's loss.

But there is inevitably some regret in this heart.

It’s not good for my son to be older!

Looking at the grown-up sons, especially the tall man in peace, I really miss the good time of walking around in a small group in my arms.

Unlike the remote trails just now, leaving the stadium and returning this way can be regarded as encountering a lot of pedestrians, and from time to time, you can also encounter military members in twos and threes leading the children to make fun.

Ping An looked at her greeting mother with a smile in her eyes.His mother often asked them all three brothers to learn from his sleek life, and to deal with people in all aspects. From his point of view, she is also exquisite.

The mother in the memory has always been soft on the outside and strong on the inside, acting decisively and never procrastinating, getting along with others with three points of kindness and seven points of suspicion...

He wants to be such a person.

Lu Chengjia, seeing the light coming through, Zhou Jiao stopped for a while, "Let’s go see Grandma, okay?"

Ping An had no objection. Seeing that the younger brothers had already run to the gate, they followed his mother and entered Cheng's house.

Soon, the uncles and aunts of the Cheng family will be transferred back. It is not lonely for the old people to have grandsons, but the three brothers can no longer go in and out freely.

As soon as Liu Yi took Wu Yi's hand and ran to the door, the two brothers pushed open the courtyard door, immediately slowed down, smiled at each other, and walked into the courtyard.

May 1 shouted: "Too grandma, have you rested?"

Aunt Cheng heard the sound coming out of the kitchen and beckoned to step forward quickly, "It's okay to be louder, the old lady and they haven't rested in the living room yet."

"have a guest?"

"No, they are playing chess at the head."

When Mr. Cheng heard the sound coming closer and closer, he stopped and smiled, "How about the draw?"

Old Mrs. Cheng looked up at him in confusion, "You are about to win..." Before the word finished, she heard the sound at the door, turned her head to look, and suddenly smiled, "Who is this?"

"Great grandma, great grandpa." The brothers greeted them in unison, and ran to the coffee table.

51 looked at the chessboard, "Too grandma, playing chess."

"No, I often play chess to prevent Alzheimer's disease when I get older." Mrs. Cheng smiled and beckoned, "Why did your brothers run over and tell your family?"

Liu Yi pointed outside, "My mother and my brother are behind."

Wu Yi immediately said: "Uncle Yi took his son to my house. My mother was worried that his family was worried about sending the baby home. When I came back, I just saw the lights in your house."

Old Cheng looked at him funny, explaining clearly enough.He glanced at the alarm clock in the living room, guessing that the children hadn't eaten supper yet, the aunt motioned to the terminal for fruit snacks.

As soon as Ping An came in, Cheng Lao didn't wait for him to say hello, he quickly pointed to the sofa next to him, and said with a smile: "We Ping Ping has become a young man."

The older Mrs. Cheng liked it more and more, she couldn't close her mouth with joy. "A few days ago, my old sisters said that this beautiful man from Beijing had all gone to Zhou's house."

Seeing his wife's happiness, Mr. Cheng joked: "It should be more than that, are there any girls who want to stuff their family?"

"That's enough to say? Even if we are as small as June 15th, some people are thinking about it. Hahaha...Fortunately, the words of a matchmaker by parents' orders are not popular now.

Jiaojiao will have to take good care of marrying a daughter-in-law in the future.As the saying goes, wives and husbands are less misfortune, and sons and fathers are generous.This good daughter-in-law is too important to a family."

Mrs. Cheng still has one more sentence to say clearly.Especially Ping An and the three brothers will have to be careful in choosing candidates in the future, but don't come to Zhou's daughter-in-law who doesn't look down on Zhang's joke.

After being ridiculed for a long time, Ping An had no doubt a long time ago. He took the fruit plate from his aunt calmly and said thank you.

Cheng Lao admired it secretly.This child was so trained by his grandfather and father, and he was so much better than his peers, the future was really limitless.

Then he looked at the twins who looked like pink jade and sighed secretly: If Brother Jinyu was still alive, how happy to see such an outstanding descendant.

"Why didn't you go to the barracks this summer?"

Ping An was startled when he heard the words, and quickly reacted, and said with a smile: "Some time ago, either my grandpa was on a business trip or my parents worked overtime. There are a lot of things."

Old Cheng asked with interest: "Is the future path decided?"

Ping shook his head, "It's too early to mention it. I want to think carefully about it in the past few years."

Old Cheng nodded approvingly.

The situation is now unstable, and this consideration is right.

What is rare is that in addition to training in the army, regardless of the scorching sun or the cold wind, this child has not given up on martial arts training for ten years.There is room for rebirth in the fifties