There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

It was dark when Zhang Guoqing's family of three returned home. Lin Lishan accompanied Mrs. Cheng in the living room and was waiting for them to return. They didn't ask when they came back. I guess they thought they were going to do business.

Zhang Guoqing greeted them in a hurry, and first took his son to the shower. This hospital is full of germs, and with a stinky sweat, I feel flustered.

Entering the bathroom, Zhang Guoqing smiled happily looking at the small handkerchief held by his son.

"Dad, you have to cherish things!"

Zhang Guoqing patted the villain, "Be careful next time! Thank you baby."

Ping Ping waved his hand with a smile, "Fortunately, no one was stolen. You are better than my grandma. She used to be wasted. My grandpa said that after my guidance, she changed well and she is still a good comrade."

Zhang Guoqing was so amused by him that he closed his mouth from ear to ear, and carefully helped him put on imported shower gel. I am satisfied with the foam on my hands. His son can finally use good things in a fair and honest manner!

He finally realized why parents always want to give their children the best things. So does he! Seeing the little one can't wait to hold the best thing in the world in both hands, just to see the smiling face of the child.

"Dad, don't throw away that beautiful bottle. Fill it with water and let my mother hide it. Next time, it must be fragrant again."

"Son, can we stop being so stingy?"

Hearing this, Ping An chuckled, half-squinting his eyes and rubbing the foam on him. Make you laugh at me stingy! Mom said it was very expensive and could only be used by family members.

Zhang Guoqing didn't even know that his son was taken into the ditch by his wife, otherwise he would definitely complain. He had prepared a lot of children's products back then, as well as fine pieces. He really doesn't need his son to save!

After taking a shower, the father and son returned to the living room with the big hand holding the small hand. With the same hairstyle, wearing the same style and the same color white shirt and military pants, Mrs. Cheng smiled with joy.

She pointed to Pingan's small shirt and military pants, "Is this prepared by your mother?"

Ping An shook his head, "My grandma made three sets for me and my dad. Grandma keeps it secret!"

Old Mrs. Cheng looked at Lin Lishan, nodded when she saw her smile, and said with a smile: "The vision is good. Our Xiaowu and Ping'an look unassuming and stylish."

"In the past few years, Xiao Wu has been wronged by Jiaojiao, wearing clothes from earlier years. I think the fabric at home will be broken if I don't wear it, so I let the master do it all."

Zhang Guoqing smiled and explained for his wife: "It doesn't matter what my big man wears, Jiaojiao hasn't made any clothes. Don't you know that the dozens of people in the school except me and Da Yi are all patching. That's it. Everyone has a sense of distance from each other. I really have to put on new clothes every day, and I have to worry about being covered in sack when I go all night."

Mrs. Cheng smiled and shook her head when she heard it, "The world is different, so be careful."

"Auntie, don't worry. Our children have a bottom in their hearts."

"That's it." The old lady Cheng beckoned when Zhou Jiao came out after taking a shower, "Walk, let's eat first. Eat more at night, there will be nothing good in the car."

"Aunt Chen prepared a lot of fried noodles, and it tasted good to make a bowl with boiling water in the car."

"This line!"

Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao looked at each other and smiled. Every time they go to a far door, everyone is excited, and people are upset, but they are really happy.

After dinner and a short rest, when it was time, Mr. Cheng's guard, Xiao Chen, drove away Zhang Guoqing's family and went to the station.

In the waiting room, Zhang Guoqing borrowed two sleeper tickets from the other party and told him to go back first. Get a roll of eyes, smile and follow him.

The two big men talked about gossips next to each other, whispering and laughing from time to time. Zhou Jiao, who looked aside, really had hot eyes!

She gently patted her sleepy son in her arms, "Go to sleep, mother holds you."

"No, I want to protect my mother."

Zhou Jiao really wanted to say my son, Zhou Gong is already looking for you to play chess in your dream, so you should rest early. But watching him hold his little hand tightly, he still smiled and said, "Okay."

"Mom, you can sleep and rest when you get in the car, and you can stay a little longer."

Zhou Jiao looked at him amused, and retorted with a smile: "Okay." She wanted to ask her son whether this was a hint in her heart?

Finally, when it was time to pit, Zhang Guoqing took his son and let Zhou Jiao go ahead, followed by Xiao Chen with luggage. With this arrangement, he finally got into the car with peace of mind.

"I won't need you to rush me back. Come back and take a telegram and I will pick you up."

"Brother Chen, then you are careful along the way."

"Good trip! Don't come out, let your son go to sleep first, the little guy can't open his eyelids."

Waving his hand to watch Xiao Chen leave, Zhang Guoqing patted safe, "Get in the car safely, go to sleep first. Dad will help you guard your mother."

Ping An glanced at Zhou Jiao, and saw that she nodded towards herself with a smile, with a smile on her face, "Okay."

Zhang Guoqing listened to the noise inside and outside the car, and after holding him gently for a long time, he saw his son falling asleep, smiled and touched his head, carefully placed on the back of the shop~www.wuxiaspot. com~Zhou Jiao pointed to herself.

"Okay, let me sleep with my child, and I'm still worried about squeezing him." Zhang Guoqing regretfully looked at the passengers on the left and right.

Zhou Jiao took off her shoes and lay down on the bunk. She stretched out her arms and gently hugged the child, and motioned to Zhang Guoqing to let him go to sleep. She is also a little sleepy now, and just happens to sleep with her child.

All night, Zhang Guoqing was really worried about his son being stolen. He always opened his eyes in a daze and glanced at the two people on the opposite side of the shop, before he closed his eyes and fell asleep. In this way, when he heard the announcement on the radio that it was breakfast time in the morning, he was still a little dreamy.

Lying on the bunk quietly, listening to the conversation between his son and his wife, Zhang Guoqing took a long break before he came to his senses. He couldn't help but sigh secretly that it was really tiring to take the child out.

"Mom, Dad is awake..."

Zhang Guoqing waved to him, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Okay."

A middle-aged man in the upper bunk boasted with a smile: "You boy is so good, not making people at all."

Zhang Guoqing smiled modestly and said: "I usually skin."

"So this is going back to visit relatives?"

"Yes. Take the child to see his grandma."

When Zhou Jiao saw them chatting, she lowered her head and whispered to be safe, "Don't walk around here, mother go and wash your face."

Ping An nodded, "Mom, be careful."

"it is good."

No matter how much rest along the way, Zhou Jiao and Ping Niang were still in a state of sluggishness. Zhang Guoqing knows that this is a habit.

He stepped forward and picked up his son, put on his luggage, and took his wife out of the station.

When they returned to their hometown this time, they did not notify Zhao Chuanguang in advance. Considering that the couple had come to pick them up in the past, they tacitly took the children to the military area first, and met them first.