There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

New Year’s Eve is said to keep the year old.

Inside the hall, those who are busy introducing new wives, praise their children, talk about what they will harvest in the coming year, and what the older girls and boys are looking for.

The atmosphere is very harmonious, all kinds of nonsense.

Compared with the people of the old Zhang family, Ping An three felt out of place.

Also, the words are not too speculative.

Seeing that the topic shifted to Zhang Mingyou's work distribution problem, with the mind of not seeing it, Ping An three found a reason to leave.

Upon seeing this, Zhang's mother stood up and wanted to go back with her grandchildren, but her brother politely declined. They think they still have a bit of vision.

Can it be described as family happiness?

Seeing that grandparents were so happy that they couldn't keep their mouths together all night, why bother to reunite them.

The sound of firecrackers sounded sporadically outside the village. This is the sound of seeing small cannons that have not yet fired and being lit by various dolls playing.

The heavy snow of goose feathers fluttered down from the sky, the temperature in the early morning was the most bitterly cold, and there were also children who were still unable to disperse and play.

If it were in the compound at this moment, the New Year's party in the auditorium would have ended, and there would be small groups of friends gathering in groups under the street lights.

Just like their home, the uncles and aunts would gather in the living room all night to drink and brag about the mountains, while the three brothers began to organize New Year gifts.

In their own courtyard, Xiao Wang and Xiao Zheng take turns to watch the night. At this moment, Ping An is madly homesick, if it weren't for his two younger brothers, he really wanted to leave...

Without parents around, nowhere is home after all.

On June 11, he entered the bedroom and the first sentence was: "I will go to Grandpa Dashan's New Year's greetings in two days. Let me mention it."

Wuyi, who took off his jacket, stopped for a moment, "Well, I really have to say something, or else how can I be fair to the soldiers stationed on the front line."

Hearing this, Ping'an hooked the corner of his mouth, "You don't need to come forward, Grandpa Dashan will know it. I wonder if Grandpa will intervene?"

Liu Yi squinted his eyes and said, "It's useless for the Emperor Lao Tzu to come. Just take advantage of this time to come to my hometown to sound the alarm, lest any cats and dogs rub our house cheap enough."

"Dad will think too much?"

Liu Yi glanced at his younger brother, "You think too much. Did parents not send a lot of money to support the elderly, or did they not let them go to Beijing to provide for the elderly?"

As he said, Liu Yi turned his head and looked in the direction of the old courtyard. "Who gave the two elders today? They eat our house and live in our house. If he wants to toss our house for his grandsons, then he really Not worthy of our respect."

Hearing the words on May 1st, he cheerfully joked: "Second, you are really unfilial. Be careful of being cut by your dad."

"Huh..." Liu Yi smiled disapprovingly: "Dad is reluctant. I didn't listen to what he said. If you get into trouble, run to Grandpa Dashan."

On May 1st, he held his chin, "I miss my dad. If we are at home this time, he will take us to set off firecrackers. Every yard is full of ice lanterns."

"Well, mother will cook a lot of delicious food by herself. Grandma has already prepared big red envelopes and toys. For grandpa, he will take us out to worship at dawn..."

Ping An strengthened the spirit, smiled, and said with relief: "I will go home in a few days. Come, let's count how much money we have for the New Year's Eve?"

Liu Yi threw a few red envelopes he received tonight on the kang without any enthusiasm, leaning on his back, resting his head with his hands, and turning his eyes straight and round.

"What do you think? Come and help count."

What do you think? Liuyi felt that he was thinking too much, just a few red envelopes, a few cents, and a few woolen threads. But listening to Ping An's words, he still languidly got up and sat upright.

Since the three little grandchildren left, Zhang Dad has been a little absent-minded. He looked at his heartlessness and was still listening to his grandson talking about the army. He secretly shook his head and got off the kang.

As soon as Zhang Lao Er saw him putting on his shoes, he fell behind him and asked quietly, "Father, where are you going? I will go to Grandpa's grave later."

Today, going up the mountain to worship the ancestors has been eliminated, and even the tablets of the ancestors and ancestors in the ancestral hall have been hidden by the old team leaders and patriarchs.

Therefore, the sacrifice to the ancestors of the New Year’s Eve is considered tacitly moved by everyone to the dawn of the twenty-ninth night, which is almost the 30th New Year’s Eve. But in no more than an hour, according to previous years, Father Zhang will bring the lower males to the old man's grave to say a few words in the new year.

When asked by the second son, Zhang Dad shook his head, "I'm going to see if the three children are asleep?"

"Should be asleep. They usually fall asleep as soon as they are thunder. It's too late today." Zhang Lao Er thought, "I'll go and see, maybe the courtyard is closed, you Take a break first."

"Forget it, let's go together." Father Zhang took the lead out of the yard with his hands behind his back, bowing his head silently thinking about his thoughts.

Zhang Lao Er walked along behind him. Seeing Zhang Guoqing’s yard hurry up, he asked softly, “What do you think of Xiaoyou’s work?”

Hearing this, Zhang Dad paused and said, "What do you want? Just follow the rules." He raised his footsteps, thinking about it, but not at ease, turned around and looked at his son, "Don't mention this before Ping An San."

Zhang Lao Er immediately smiled with joy.

"What's the laugh? It's like a second fool. I didn't see that these three children couldn't even look down on their third brother? I didn't say for nothing, they are not your brother."

When he finished speaking, Zhang Dad sighed again, "It's our Xiaowu, he is not happy to take care of these things anymore. I mentioned it to him in a letter before, but he didn't mention a word in my letter several times later. In the end, the mud can't help the wall, what a good chance... alas..."

Zhang Lao Er looked at his father amusedly. He was about to open his mouth. When a gust of wind blew him, he was shocked by the cold. He hurriedly swallowed the comforting words he was about to open and pushed him forward.

Does the mud fail to support the wall? His father said it was okay, he didn't dare to speak. Who can guarantee that if you continue to serve as a soldier, you won't have the opportunity to be on the battlefield?

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If they were replaced with silver locks and bronze locks, it is estimated that in order to get out of work, they would all climb up desperately, and they would most likely step out of a sunny avenue.

What's more, when the policy of going to the countryside suddenly came down, it was an expedient policy to join the army. Isn't it just looking forward to a good job after leaving the army, marrying a good wife, and giving birth to a bunch of bastards?

Can you expect that a child who escaped from going to the countryside to do farm work will suddenly one day make a change? It's not that he betrayed his nephew.

It's that some people have been destined in the sky to have a lot of power, they have to eat a bowl of rice, and what kind of life they should live. Just like his family's stone, his father doesn't want him to stand out?

But can it?

You just push him forward, and he will hesitate and hesitate. There is room for rebirth in the fifties