Reborn in the world, starting from looking for relatives for Zheng Juan

After listening to Zhou Bingkun's words, Hao Dongmei recalled the appearance of her parents.

His mother is majestic and dignified, while his father is calm and restrained. In terms of appearance, except that his father also has thick lips, there is no special resemblance in other facial features.

It seems that Zhou Bingyi is right.

Now that my parents are not around, there is no need to rush to confirm anything.

However, it’s okay to say it.

Lu Tian knew that this was the case. If one day they really met, it wouldn't be so sudden.

Thinking of this, Hao Dongmei said: "Except that my dad also has thick lips, there is nothing similar about him.

Bingyi is right, it might just be a coincidence.

It's all my fault for being so anxious to find my brother. If I have some clues, I'll look for my lost brother. Lu Tian, ​​don't mind."

Lu Tian understood Hao Dongmei's words very clearly.

Before Hao Dongmei's parents lifted the censorship, the matter was temporarily over.

Even if he is really Hao Dongmei's twin brother, there is no way to confirm it without the person involved.

Then he said: "Sister Dongmei, maybe it's just a coincidence.

When my dad was here, he said that during the year of Ji Chun's liberation, wars were going on, and many children were lost in that year.

Especially the Jichun people attach great importance to boys, and no one is willing to hand them over if they find them. It has been almost twenty years now, and there are no clues. It is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Yes. After Jichun was liberated, my parents tried to find my two brothers through various channels, but to no avail.

They didn't say anything, but they were always thinking about these two children in their hearts. Especially my mother, who always felt that it was her carelessness that caused the loss of my two brothers.

I hope our family can be reunited in my lifetime."

Hao Dongmei sighed.

"Yes, I will."

Zhou Bingyi, who was sitting next to Hao Dongmei, looked at Hao Dongmei and said affectionately.

"Okay, use your chopsticks. If you don't eat, the food will be cold.

Bingkun, Lu Tian and I have just performed for everyone, please give us a mainboard.

Busy and lively.”

Zhou Rong felt that the topic she was talking about was a bit heavy, so she deliberately changed the topic.

"Okay, I'll go to the hut to get the Allegro and show you my skills."

After saying that, Zhou Bingkun went to the hut. Not long after, he walked into the house holding a bamboo board in one hand.

The master whom Zhou Bingkun worships is a famous folk artist in the Northeast.

The level of learning from such a famous teacher is indeed extraordinary. After the bamboo board came down, several people sitting around the table were full of praise and applauded.

After Zhou Bingkun sat down, Lu Tian said: "Bingkun, continue to practice diligently. In three to five years, you will definitely achieve something, and you will be able to establish a sect in the future."

Zhou Bingkun shook his head and said, "Brother Lu, please don't praise me. My master is a foreigner and will not stay in Jichun for long before he will return to his hometown. It's hard to say whether my level can be improved without the master by my side."

"Bingkun, master brings you in. Cultivation is personal. As long as your master doesn't hide his secrets and teaches you his true skills, even if he is not around, if he practices diligently, how can he not improve his level?" Lu Tian said seriously.

Zhou Bingkun thought Lu Tian's words made sense and nodded.

"Brother Lu, you are right. It is important to learn folk art from a master, but it is equally important to understand it yourself.

I understand, I will definitely practice more frequently."

Seeing Zhou Bingkun's serious look, Zhou Rong smiled and said: "Bingkun, you are quite cute when you look at your humility in studying."

"Sister, why are you and your brother studying hard, but I can't pay attention to them?"

Zhou Bingkun glanced at Zhou Rong.

"Who said that, if you can do this, our whole family will be happy, right?"

Zhou Rong looked at Zhou Bingyi.

"Yes, Bingkun. Dad is never at home, and I have to leave home now.

You are the only one in the family who is the mainstay of the family. I can rest assured that you are going to make a career." Zhou Bingyi put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"Brother, I heard that there is a policy that families with many children can only keep one child in the local area, and the other children have to go to the countryside.

It is estimated that in less than a year, one of my sisters and I will have to go to the countryside." Zhou Bingkun looked at Zhou Rong.

"Yes, I have heard this letter at the neighborhood committee.

Now the streets are mobilizing every household.

Our family has just left, so no one came to urge us. Soon, one of Bingkun and Rong will have to go to the countryside," Li Suhua said.

"Brother, I heard that the Construction Corps has an art troupe. Do you think, if I go to the Construction Corps, can I join the art troupe?"

Zhou Bingkun asked.

"You don't want to learn skills from your master anymore?"

"My master can stay in Jichun until the end of the year at most, and I have no chance to learn from him. If I can join a cultural troupe and perform on stage often, I think I can improve faster by applying what I have learned."

Zhou Bingkun's words made Zhou Bingyi very happy. For his younger brother to say such words, it shows that he has really grown up.

"Bingkun, you are right. Applying what you have learned and interacting with the audience are more conducive to improving your skills.

The Construction Corps does have an art troupe.

But you are not old enough now. You will not be able to sign up for the Construction Corps until January next year when you turn 17.

If you join the Construction Corps, you have to start from the front line and wait for the opportunity to join the art troupe."

“Brother, then wait until next year to sign up.

Sister, it’s decided, if I can keep one in the family, I will follow in my brother’s footsteps and build a corps.”

After hearing her brother's words, Zhou Rong held a mouthful of rice in her mouth and chewed it up after a long time.

Before that, Zhou Rong's letter to Feng Huacheng made it very clear that she would go wherever Feng Huacheng went.

But now, she has wavered in this decision.

Poetry and distance are important,

Family is equally important.

Especially the appearance of Lu Tian made her even more shaken.

As her contact with Lu Tian increased, deep in her heart, Feng Huacheng's tall image became increasingly blurred.

Without worship, there is no love,

Without love, there is no need to persist in the previously unrealistic ideas.

Seeing that Zhou Rong didn't say anything, Zhou Bingkun asked: "Sister, is it possible that you want to go to the countryside?"

"I, I haven't thought about it yet. Anyway, the street is not urging me now, so there is no need to make a decision so early." Zhou Rong recovered her thoughts and responded.

Listening to the ambiguity of Zhou Rong's words, Zhou Bingkun continued:

"Sister, you're a girl and it's better to stay at home. If this performance is successful and you exercise at the sanitation station during this time, you will definitely be able to arrange a good place to work. There is no need to go to the countryside."

"Yes, Zhou Rong, although our family's conditions are average, they are still much better than those of the Corps and the Farm.

I think it’s better for a girl to stay at home.”

Zhou Bingyi also said the same.

"Brother, I listen to you. If Bingkun goes to the Construction Corps, I will stay at home."

This time, Zhou Rong agreed directly.

Li Suhua, who was sitting aside, felt very comforted when she heard the words of her children.

In other families, there was a lot of fuss between brothers and sisters who went to the countryside and who stayed. I didn't expect my own children to be so humble.

very nice!