There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

"What's far apart?"

The old lady Cheng came in at the door just to hear these words and asked casually.

"It's Xiaoying, they are moving to the compound."

The old lady glanced at Miao Lishan, as Zhou Jiao said, "It is far away, whether your surname is Miao or Lin. People are unpredictable, and sometimes I have to guard against it."

Miao Lishan nodded, "I know, especially now, be more careful."

"Be careful. I just talked to the old sister on the phone." The old lady said, watching her intentionally. "There is really something wrong with the Liang family. Liang Shengnan also declared that she broke off relations with her natal family during the day."

"Ah? Why is she..." Miao Lishan blurted out in shock. It's incredible!

Zhou Jiao's eyes flashed with a faint light, and she smiled sarcastically, "What's impossible? Auntie, listening to what you mean, there was another accident at night?"

The old lady patted her approvingly, "It's really smart."

Clever ghost! Zhou Jiao secretly complained. Can't she guess what she has done herself? I don't know how the above decision is made after those letters were exposed.

"Originally Liang Shengnan has already gotten away. Even if many people don't shame her behavior anymore, after all..." The old lady shook her head and sneered. Secret letter."

Zhou Jiao looked sympathetic: "It's really not as good as heaven."

"No. Now everyone is waiting for the top few to decide. There are quite a few people who have fallen under Liang Shengnan during this period. Who doesn't have relatives or friends, look! You must pay back what you should pay."

Miao Lishan frowned, "Brother Zheng and they haven't come back, is it related to this matter?"

Zhou Jiao glanced at her mother unexpectedly. It really involves her father and mother's IQs all online. At this point, she was quite dumbfounded.

With the sound of footsteps approaching outside, Mrs. Cheng shook her head slightly at the mother and daughter.

After a while, the aunt came in with a tray, "Old lady, I played three bowls, will it be enough?"

"Anything else? You have some too."

"A lot."

The topic was interrupted temporarily, Zhou Jiao served one bowl to the old lady in turn from the tray, and finally one bowl to eat first. Not to mention, she has been thinking about things today, and she didn't eat dinner. When she drank sweet red date porridge, she felt warm from heart to body.

"Old lady, I shoveled the jujube tree this year. There are not many red dates. In the future, it is unlikely that I would like to taste red date porridge and red date cake."

The old lady smiled, "It's okay. Without the red dates, the millet porridge made by your craft is delicious enough."

"You like it. Then I'll go to the kitchen first, and wait for me to clean up the bowl."

"Okay, eat some yourself."

As soon as Miao Lishan waited for her aunt to leave, she immediately said, "Auntie, you can use it first. I'll ask someone to inquire when I turn around."

"No, the boss and the second are always sending things back. There is no shortage of food at home. You have to owe favors to find someone, there is no need."

After the old lady finished speaking, she sighed melancholy, "It's nothing to eat. Compared to ordinary people, these days are richer."

"Yes, I have to tell myself that I'm content with Changle every day. I didn't understand the meaning of this before, and I was envious of those people who came out of the Friendship Store several times.

"Yes, there should be a fixed number of blessings this person should enjoy in his lifetime. Some people have overdrawn early, and now the death may be over.

"I still remember when I was seven or eight years old, my mother took our sisters to worship Buddha. At that time, the temple presided over Buddhism. That afternoon, I remembered a few words..."

Zhou Jiao glanced silently at the two people who began to talk about their past and present, and continued to bow their heads slowly and slowly eating the red date porridge with a spoonful.

No matter how slow it is, a small bowl of red date porridge will always come to an end. Just like the topic will always be chatting, chatting until the intermission.

After more than half an hour, Zhou Jiao looked at her watch, "It's almost 8 o'clock, and I have to go to work tomorrow. Auntie, let's go back first."

"So soon?" Mrs. Cheng looked at the time and stood up with a smile, "It's gone, go back and rest. I think your dad should be back too."

"You don't have to come out all the time, just a few steps, and we will go back by ourselves."

Zhou Jiao hurriedly stopped her from going out on such a short distance and the weather was cold. Wen Yu returned to Wen's house this weekend and finally let the old lady have a moment to rest, or let her rest.

At the Zhou family over there, Zhang Guoqing also sent Yi Jiefang away and took a detour to pick up his wife. The two sides happened to meet at the three fork in the road.

"People are gone?"

"came back?"

Under the street lamp, the couple asked in unison, Zhang Guoqing gave Zhou Jiao a sideways look. Had it not been for the mother-in-law, he would have been able to shake up her husband first.

"Mom, my dad hasn't come back yet. Secretary Chen called back and asked us not to wait and rest first. If it's late, dad and them may live in the city tonight."

Miao Lishan nodded when she heard the words and looked at her thoughtful daughter.

Zhou Jiao smiled comfortingly at her.

Zhang Guoqing raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and continued: "Yi Shumin seems to have something to do with you~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Later, Ping An said that you and your mother will accompany the old lady tonight, and she will take her pair of children home first."

"Oh." Zhou Jiao frowned, putting aside these trivial matters, and asked about her three sons.

"Not long after their mothers left, Aunt Chen took their three brothers upstairs to sleep. I came out to send Da Yi and the others, but they were safe and still not asleep, I let him stay at home."

Zhou Jiao guessed that her son had another deep meaning besides waiting for herself. But outside, Zhang Guoqing, who didn't keep up with her physique and wore a thick military uniform, still went back to talk.

And indeed as she expected.

In the Zhou's living room, when Aunt Chen went to the kitchen safely, he first stopped in front of his grandfather's study, lowered his head and carefully checked a long hair tied to his hand.

Seeing nothing unusual, he casually walked around the entire living room again, turned his head to look outside, and lifted the blanket on the side of the living room against the wall.

If Zhou Jiao was here, she would definitely laugh. She urged her son to be careful when outsiders brought things that they dared not bring into the house. How could it be so useless!

Ping An is not too easy to believe in liberation. Yes, in his heart, this "older boy" who claimed to be his uncle all day long, besides his father's iron buddies, is his favorite year-end acquaintance.

Especially when Yi Jiefang has something good, his eldest nephew is safe. This move made Ping An more than affectionate towards him.

His mother didn't say a word, but he understood something in his heart. Before I entered the house tonight, the few words his mother ordered were aimed at Uncle Fang's Yi Shumin.

As for how the other party offended his mother, or what did he do to make his mother suspicious and lose trust?

Does that matter? !

He doesn't like to play with female dolls! Careful enough, crying, stinky, and complaining. In the entire compound, except for Mo Xiaobei's magnificence, none of them worked.