There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

There is a speed called Zhou Xiaozheng speed.

A week later, Zhang Guoqing went to a deputy and went up to the next level quietly.

At this time, there are a lot of cross-level promotions than him, but I am still happy for him as four best friends. It seems that the distance between the deputy and the principal is very close, but how difficult is it?

The five like-minded people have been tacitly walking up the road step by step with their feet on the ground and cautiously, how they don't know.

Now that good buddies have been promoted, it is natural to celebrate.

I don't know if it was because people from my hometown had been talking too much recently. Zhang Guoqing, who was sitting in the courtyard of Zhou's house in Beijing, sneezed twice.

Yi Jiefang, who came a step late, stepped into the yard with his son in his arms, and looked at him with contempt when he heard the voice, "I'm really weak!"

Zhang Guoqing heard him say this and smiled: "Come on, let's do it!"

"Forget it, I am a gentleman." After speaking, Yi Jiefang beckoned to the May 1st in front of the door, "Uncle brought you a big doll to play with, don't worry, don't play it badly."

The buddies who were drinking draft beer around the stone table in the yard suddenly laughed.

Don't play bad? This word came out of the mouth of the second man who raked his ears, why are you so happy? If they remember correctly...

Who said that that day?

His family now ranks first in his wife and second in his son. He is not even the youngest. His father kicked him when his son slumped and wanted to cry.

It's all buddies who don't know who, this is a big boast!

While playing on May 1st, he turned his head and ran in front of him, looked at the baby doll, stretched out his arms, and shook his head, "My poor baby~"

As soon as Yi Jiefang heard this, he almost threw his son away, "May I ask Wu Yizhi, how old are you this year? Are you a senior again?"

Wuyi quickly took the milk doll with a quick glance and shouted, "Brother, come and help, this one is drinking too much."

Yi Jiefang touched his head when he heard the words, "Smelly boy, not cute at all."

"I'm not a bastard."

"May Day!" Zhang Guoqing yelled warningly, "Hold his brother and go to the living room to find his mother." Just such a little baby, his little son can still hold him.

On May 1st, Yi Jiefang smiled apologetically, "Uncle, go and drink a few more glasses for me. My brother will let me rest assured and make sure that no hair will fall."

Yi Jiefang even laughed, "I'm here for you!"

"It's a gentleman, generous enough!" After May Day, he hugged the child and turned away. "Saturday and Saturday, I will mix with my brother from now on, including your fragrant and spicy food."

Yi Jiefang was amused by him and laughed. Within a few minutes, his son changed his surname? This kid doesn't suffer at all.

Wan Dayong moved his position and pointed.

Yi Jiefang took a seat next to Wan Dayong, looked at everyone's beer, raised his eyebrows, "How long have you been here?"

Wan Dayong squinted at him, "I will call you as soon as I arrive, how long will you say."

Opposite Ding Datou teased: "How do you bring the children out today, how about your mother-in-law?"

"Let's meet the big guys, it's nothing if the ladies are here." As soon as Yi Jiefang finished speaking, several brothers immediately gave him thumbs up contemptuously.

Bring your baby to battle, it's you!

And Zhang Guoqing had already raised his **** in his heart. This one is really shameless. If you dare to go home and say to your daughter-in-law, he is the real man!

"Don't be so excited." Yi Jiefang smiled, then he turned to look at the living room and asked Zhang Guoqing next to him, "Uncle Zhou is at home?"

Zhang Guoqing nodded.

His father-in-law has been on business for so long consecutively, but recently he doesn't have to go out. This is why he took advantage of this time to start giving lessons to the children and practiced Chinese characters by the way.

There are guests at home here, so he should be practicing his big calligraphy, um, there is quite a posture of not being a calligrapher and not giving up.

"No wonder you drink so gentle."

Geng Dazhi kicked him, "Don't just play around, just drink three glasses of your own. You don't need half of the liquor, this thing is now refined."

"No? Are we pure men drinking pure draft beer?"

Geng Dazhi looked at him amusedly, "Ask the big guy if you agree?"

"Drink, anyway, your son is giving away, and your wife must not allow you to go to bed when you go back." Ding Datou said as he took out a bottle of liquor from behind.

Wan Dayong joked: "Do you want a diaper pad on your knees?"

Looking at the booing buddies, Yi Jiefang said with a smile, "It's the brothers who share the joys and sorrows."

"Who is your brother? Drink."

"Don't dare, damn, I almost couldn't even go home last time, why don't you say it's a brother?"

"Do you know how expensive wine is now? That's because I worry about your gluttonous wine..."

"Less nonsense about the transfer purpose."

"Our brothers are the most cunning, buddy, give me death."

"Hey, come on, come on, I will do it myself, I will do it myself..."

...

There was a commotion outside. In the living room, Zhou Jiao took Yi Liuliu, looked at the two sons surrounding him, and smiled: "I like Xiao Liuliu so much?"

Wu Yi poked his little cheek and nodded, "Clean, beautiful, and not crying."

"Look at his little feet, they are so small, why haven't they been long?" Liuyi scratched the child's feet in surprise, "It's so fun, he still shrinks."

Seeing this, Zhou Jiao quickly blocked the hands of her two sons, really thinking that she would play with you? This little ancestor should have a headache when it makes crying.

Ping An took hold of the younger brothers, and shook his head, "On average, you were cuter than him when you were young, and you can slap yourself on your own when you are so big."

Wu Yi smiled without humility at all: "Of course. Mom, look at his mouth moving, is he hungry? I'm going to make milk powder?"

"I will take my brother."

Aunt Chen was not going out, so there is no need to worry about being scalded by boiling water on May Day. Zhou Jiao was relieved. She nodded and warned to be careful.

Here Liuyi stretched out his hand and carefully squeezed Yi Liuliu's chubby little white hand, "Mom, Uncle Da Yi didn't bring a diaper."

Hearing what her son said, Zhou Jiao smiled and said, "Go and open that cabinet. I remember he didn't bring it back a few days ago. He had already prepared."

"I really convinced him."

Zhou Jiao suddenly chuckled, didn't she?

The mother and son were serving the young master of the Haoyi family. When Zhou Jiao saw a few people outside, she would definitely not be able to end it for a while, picked up the children and led the sons to the compound for a stroll.

——Of course, send the child back by the way.

"Four seasons are good, the new autumn season is best."

After summer, the weather is obviously cooler, and the starry sky at night seems to be bright. It is more appropriate to describe the autumn in Beijing with the high air of autumn.

"Mom, find time to go to the Great Wall."

"Okay, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can go on weekends."

"It would be nice if autumn were longer. I like autumn best all year round."

"I know, you like harvest season."

"It's a pity that school starts in the best season."

Zhou Jiao smiled as her three sons talked. She has heard this many times, and when winter comes, they will say they like winter the most.

But who makes them have a good father who is very good at playing.

If spring is here, catch small fish, catch loach, dig wild vegetables, fly kites, shake diabolo; catch crickets in summer and autumn, raise grasshoppers, tie grasshoppers, stick to it, play with fireflies, pick wild fruits, cook wheat, roast potatoes, Horse riding on the grassland; in winter, sparrows, ice carts, snowball fights, snowmen, ice skating...

Even her missing childhood seemed to be compensated with the children. It's another autumn, and it is time to accompany the children around. There is room for rebirth in the fifties