There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Guoqing, who had received his will, began to pack out the children's two large bags. This buddy was addicted to the ecstasy of staying with his son, as if he had forgotten that their husband and wife were willing and unable to accompany the child for a long time.

Zhou Jiao looked at him overjoyed and shook her head speechlessly. Are these two packages used for the year of the monkey? Moving is not better. Those who don't know think that Ping An has been wronged.

"No need to bring the quilt. He sleeps with us."

"Just change and wash one set of clothes."

Zhang Guoqing smiled and shook his head, "Bring more, bring it back to Aunt Chen if it is dirty, so that you don't need to wash your clothes in the winter."

"Okay, you figure it out, don't punch your eyes too much."

After Zhou Jiao finished speaking, she didn't disturb his interest. To him, peace is of great significance. This was the son he wanted for two lifetimes, and he wanted to be an ancestor.

Zhang Guoqing was busy making arrangements for a while, after lunch, he brought his wife and son back to school urgently. If he doesn't go, he suspects that he can't go.

After leaving the compound, he breathed a sigh of relief.

When Zhou Jiao saw this, she hugged her son and laughed, "It's okay. Aunt Chen and Aunt Chen are worried that their children will not be able to eat enough to wear warm outside."

Zhang Guoqing smiled and shook his head, and said softly: "Fortunately, there is only one room, otherwise they have to come over. I am the father of the child, so how can you not believe me."

Zhou Jiao gave him a sideways look. Is this distrust? The old lady worries about food and accommodation.

The couple didn't care much about chatting, they took their children into the car and changed cars, tossing all the way, finally stepped into the school gate.

Along the way, I looked around safely and obediently, not noisy or noisy, always answering questions, and laughing whenever you boast. He knew this was the outside world his grandfather said. Hearing that it is complicated, he plans to see more, go home and tell him how complicated it is for grandpa.

The little man squeezed the bus, frowned slightly, and then smiled. His grandfather said that he couldn't tell what he was thinking outside.

Looking at the school gate and the farmland not far away, he glanced suspiciously at the campus road ahead. His grandfather said this is the best school, and he will come here to go to school when he grows up, but why is this place like his hometown? He planned to go back and tell his grandfather, let him come and have a look.

As Zhou Jiao went faster and faster, Ping Ping looked around thoughtfully. Well, many beautiful big houses, many uncles and aunts in torn clothes, no children.

Entering the dormitory building, he stared with wide eyes in surprise and looked at the people coming out from the aisle. Grandpa was right, the outside world is so complicated, it's different from home.

As soon as he entered the room, he got off the ground and walked around the room curiously.

"Son, how are you? Any thoughts? I've said that Dad listened to it." Zhang Guoqing asked him amusedly as he watched him silently, pacing his chubby legs.

Ping An looked at the couple, and then at the closed door, learning how his grandfather twitched his mouth. It's a pity that his bun face is beyond recognition.

Zhou Jiao motioned to Zhang Guoqing not to laugh out loud, and she forced her to bow her head with a smile—the self-esteem of the child would not allow adults to laugh at it, so it's better not to fight.

"Dad, the building is like the den of the little white rabbit."

Zhang Guoqing couldn't help laughing. He has seen the stacked rabbit cages in the nursery, not just a few rabbits per nest.

He picked up the child and said in a low voice: "You can't say that outside. Many people live in buildings, and you will be unhappy to hear it. However, my son said it was really good, kiss him!"

Seeing that it was too early for dinner, Zhou Jiao took out the camera and said to the playful father and son: "Have some snacks, let's go to the campus for a walk."

Zhang Guoqing nodded in agreement. Just taking advantage of the cold weather and few people this weekend, I went to see the scenery and took a few photos for the children.

The family rested for a while, Zhang Guoqing hugged his son and led his wife out. Taking shortcuts along a remote path, I was worried that I might be wasting time by accidentally encountering an acquaintance, but after walking around, there was no one.

He looked around thoughtfully. In fact, the current climate is still late autumn compared to the Northeast. If you are full and warm, the small snowflakes that will fall outside are really not cold.

Ping An took a few photos, and began to lose interest and asked to go back.

"Son, isn't it fun here? When summer is here, my dad will bring you over again. The lotus flowers are blooming, and there are many trees and flowers around, so they are beautiful."

Ping shook his head, "Not as beautiful as Daqingshan. There is still meat there."

"Puff", Zhou Jiao laughed out, "Good vision, good idea. Worthy of being mother's good son. When spring is here, we will go to the prairie, where there is more meat."

Hearing this, Ping An's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, "Mom, let's pull the hook."

"Okay, hang on the hook. It won't change for a hundred years. Whoever changes is a puppy."

Zhang Guoqing hurriedly snapped a photo-the smiling mother squatted down, the son raised his head and smiled in surprise, and the mother and the son pulled the hooks up and down. This is a covenant, keep memorial.

The next morning, Ping An followed his parents out, and Yi Jiefang, who had a face on the second floor, accidentally knocked over the water. He didn't care about the drenched trousers. He pointed to their family of three, "You are going to school, what about Xiaodouding?"

Ping An unhappy retorted him, "Who is Xiaodouding? The milk doll is Xiaodouding, I am a little man."

His milky cries made his classmates burst into laughter even more.

"Well, my uncle is wrong. You are a man. You have to sit there when your parents are in class. You can't move, can you?"

Ping An was unwilling to speak and nodded. A pair of big eyes looked at everyone curiously and found that several people knew ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and smiled at them.

"Little Wu, your son is fine. He is not brave at all."

"Ping An, do you want to go to the classroom with your uncles?"

"Little man, do you remember Uncle?"

He turned around and left, raised his hand and waved at them, "I'm in a hurry, goodbye."

Zhang Guoqing couldn't talk more, so he hurriedly followed, and then walked down the stairs.

Seeing their family leave, everyone laughed again.

"It's not a little bit, where's the hurry? Where did you learn this."

"Learn from an adult. Do you think he just turned and waved his hand? Doesn't he look like his grandfather? Such a small kid likes to imitate people. My nephew still learns from his old man smoking."

In the next two days, Ping An kept changing classrooms with his parents. For a long time, he missed his friends a little, wondering if he was not in the class, would Auntie forget his Guoguo snack.

And what should he do if his grandpa comes back and can't see him? What should grandma do without him hugging him? What does grandma want him to do? What should I do if the Guoguo in his family is stolen?

When Ping An began to worry, he finally came to his grandmother Lin Lishan. He hurried out of the classroom and never went to class with these strange aunts.

Ping An learned that his grandfather had two days to go home, so he looked at the car with disappointment and then at his parents. After hesitating for a while, he was so milky that Zhang Guoqing and his wife must always go home to accompany him. After getting a satisfactory answer, he finally got into the car happily and went back to wait for his grandfather.

It was also from this campus visit that Ping An began to understand that the outside world his grandfather said was complicated. Those adults thought he was small and kept asking him many questions. He somewhat understands what complexity is—too many bad people is complicated. He planned not to come to school in the future. When he was old, he would slap to death if anyone asked again.