There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

As soon as the summer vacation was released, the weather became hotter and hotter. Zhou Jiao felt sorry for her father. How could the ice cubes purchased every month be enough. Fortunately, she was prepared, and a lot of ice was stored in winter.

Every day at noon and in the evening, there are two large plates of ice cubes in the study and bedroom, drinking sweet water from his own baby, making Zhou Xiaozheng not want to go out a step.

This hot summer, Zhou Xiaozheng had a mild temper, and his occasional smile scared his men into fear.

The dull Lin Lishan didn't enjoy it for a few days. She went to a colleague's house and was forced to sit still no longer by the heat of the other's home. She chatted a few words and hurried home.

As soon as she entered the house, she hurried into the east wing, and it was really hot inside. She was moved. Why is this child so filial? What should I do if he has heat stroke?

"Mom, what's the matter with you?"

In the living room, Zhou Jiao looked at Lin Lishan with a complicated complexion and hugged herself as soon as she came in. Hug together to keep warm on such a hot day?

"You stupid boy, why don't you worry about your parents, are you saving ice cubes these days?"

Yes, Zhou Jiao understood immediately after hearing it, she was misunderstood.

"Haha...how much is the ice cubes? As for me? I'll give you a different one, and you don't have to run out. It's cool in the living room during the day, and it's just right to put the ice in the night."

"Really?"

Zhou Jiao nodded affirmatively. Seeing her expression relaxed, she hurriedly changed the subject, "Aren't you going to send someone off to your colleague, why are you back so early?"

Lin Lishan shook her head and sighed, "A small room is crowded with a group of people. All of them do not say that the children are not up to date, or that they cannot buy things every day. It is hot and stuffy, and I can't find a topic to talk to them. Not to be hated."

Zhou Jiao laughed and stood up and asked Aunt Chen to bring a bowl of mung bean soup to her mother.

"I heard that many things in the world have increased in price, and the black market has increased tenfold. Is the money enough?"

Zhou Jiao really doesn't know what prices are on the black market today. She hasn't been there this year, and many things were bought on the excuse of the black market.

She shook her head after hearing this, "How much can it go up? It's just a few cents. As far as your monthly salary, our family can't spend a month. The savings in the family are not used."

After speaking, when Aunt Chen came in with the soup, she winked at her mother, and the mother and daughter were not mentioning the topic.

As soon as Zhang Guoqing led a few people into the courtyard in Ping’an, he heard the sound of music at home and the melodious flute. This must be Zhou Jiao playing, accompanied by Lin Lishan’s beautiful voice—it was really beautiful!

Yi Jiefang let out a wow, "Da Yong, go borrow the accordion. Bring all the instruments you have, buddy show you something."

"Why me? Your kid isn't staying in your own yard, eating and drinking, and rubbing our swimming pool. This will still call me, do you want to beat you?"

"It's really not enough buddy, it's a good thing and a hard thing."

"Deadly cheeky, Xiaowu has these musical instruments."

A group of people entered the living room arguing, and the mother and daughter stopped quickly when they saw it.

Lin Lishan checked the time, "Why do you come back so early? Are there many people in the swimming pool?"

Ping Ping yelled with a smile, "Daddy said it's almost the same as making dumplings."

"Shall we have fun safely?"

"Well, I like to play in the water. Grandpa said he took me to the beach to play in the water when he was not busy."

After listening, Yi Jiefang looked at the study room with lingering fear, "Aunt Lin, shouldn't Uncle Zhou go to work?"

Upon seeing this, several people laughed contemptuously at him.

Yi Jiefang didn't care about their expressions. Seeing Lin Lishan nodded with a smile, she shouted happily: "Aunt Chen, give me a bowl of something to drink, I'm so thirsty."

On the side, Zhou Jiao smiled at Aunt Chen: "Bring the pot up and let them fight by themselves."

The three of Wan Dayong were also welcome here, and rushed to the kitchen to get their own bowls, and then to see if there was anything to drink with. They took the plastic pot and asked Ding Datou to go to the service agency to buy draft beer.

Ding Datou secretly decided to let himself go out in such a deadly heat, it must be put on Wan Dayong's account.

Zhang Guoqing saw their greedy picture on the side, smiled and shook his head, went back to the small study and took out the spare harmonica and accordion in the living room.

After a while, Ding Datou brought back a large pot of undrafted beer and a plate of pork head meat from the compound, plus the small dried fish prepared by Zhou Jiao, and placed it on the coffee table.

"Mom, you play "Happy Holidays" and "How Happy We Are." Ping An early on, holding the flute on the side, blowing his mouth full, helplessly handed it to Zhou Jiao.

Zhou Jiao nodded him, wiped it dry with a handkerchief, and played a song at him, watching her son hum along with him. It was quite interesting--it seems that this nursery also taught a lot of nursery rhymes.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Guoqing picked up the accordion and followed the harmony.

When several people from Wan Dayong saw this family, the people from Chaoyi Jiefang said, "I want to marry a wife when I look at me. Any buddy who doesn't want to get married with Minger, let him come over and have a look at the medicine."

Yi Jiefang listened to Lin Lishan, who smiled and said to the side, "Aunt Lin, will Uncle Zhou use an instrument? Can he keep up with you artists?"

"You don't think he can use Mucang? Your Uncle Zhou is not unfamiliar with any erhu flute. When he was young, he used erhu to make music that made people shed tears."

What Lin Lishan didn't say was that she was fascinated by him at the beginning. Now Zhou Jiao has inherited her father's talent, but her brother is good at sad songs, usually singing some foreign songs that she can't hear.

Thinking of this, she looked at Zhou Jiao with disappointment. Her daughter has inherited all the advantages of her husband. What a pity, it would be great if she followed her on the music path~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yi Jiefang nodded clearly-no wonder even her own wife is a good brother.

He followed Lin Lishan's sight and looked at Zhou Jiao, his own brother's words rang in his mind, and suddenly his inspiration flashed. Could it be that Brother Fu Niu asked him about Zhang Guoqing, in fact, he wanted to know Zhou Jiao?

Immediately, Yi Jiefang looked at Zhou Jiao again, and secretly shook his head. What do I think, Yi Funiu is a monk, how do I know what a woman is? Besides, Zhou Jiao, hehe, it's not that he belittles the other party, just the appearance of falling down while walking softly, no one in the army looks down on it.

Wan Dayong stabbed him, "What's the shock. When will your family go to the beach? Do you want to go with us?"

"My mother said that I will wait until my auntie leaves."

"Their family hasn't said to leave yet? She is embarrassed to live for so long?"

Yi Jiefang shook his head and smiled, he couldn't even speak.

The other party is clever, leave a little girl to accompany the old lady in her own home, and she will come again with other children in half a month. But it's coming soon, his dad is impatient.

"Will you not go this year? We all make an appointment in private to go nearby for a few days. You must remember to go there. I think they will make a big deal."

"Well, even my brother and a few people have negotiated with Xiao Wu, and we will wait to see the situation before we are sure."

When Yi Jiefang heard what they said, he immediately agreed to go with them without hesitation. As for the buddies in his courtyard, I'll talk about it then.

This summer, Zhou Jiao and her parents finally set foot on that magical beach. Sa Huan'er followed Zhang Guoqing and the others to find fishing boats, going up the mountains and down the rivers, and they could understand what is willfulness and what is randomness.

Little Ping An has no safety hazard, and he wanders around the various areas familiarly, playing until the end of the holiday, carrying a bag of gifts, and reluctantly bidding farewell to his year-end friends.