There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

In the ice and snow, red lanterns can be seen everywhere in the whole village. The night is coming, and the sound of firecrackers crackles one after another.

After the New Year, not only the children are happy, but Zhang Guoqing is also very happy.

As the children grow up and work in the future, the next time a family of five will return to their hometown for the New Year, this opportunity is rare. He vowed to make this thirtieth year in full swing.

After Zhou Jiao finished allocating the new year's money to the little turnips, Zhang Guoqing didn't care if his nephew and daughter-in-law were not there, so he ran home after pulling up his daughter-in-law and calling his sons.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to shout: "Mother, you will come out with my father later, and your old son will set off fireworks for you."

Mother Zhang smiled from ear to ear, looking at the old son and the couple who ran away, and smiled disgustingly: "This child is really true, he is about to be a father-in-law, and he still likes to play so much."

As she said, she glanced at the grandson's door and followed the grandson who picked up the child and ran out, toward the granddaughters present, "You all go to play, come back and everyone will clean up."

Zhang Guoqing couldn't take care of them. At this moment, he ran home with his sons. Together with Xiao Zhu and Xiao Liu, they began to move out firecrackers and fireworks in the open space outside the courtyard.

After moving, Zhang Guoqing lit the incense and stuffed Zhou Jiao, and then shook her hand, "Don't be afraid, click that thread, and I will hold you and run back."

Zhou Jiao wanted to say that she was not so timid, but looking at him with a smiling face, she still nodded and said hello. Her man thinks she is delicate, then she is weak!

Hearing this on May 1st, he rushed forward, "Dad, you are so old, I'll come and run with my mother."

Ping An and Liu Yi immediately laughed.

"Smelly boy!" Zhang Guoqing scolded with a smile and kicked him in the leg, "Thick skin!"

"The gentleman speaks but doesn't use his hands." Wuyi flashed aside, rushing to the brothers, "Dad, do you want your sons to encourage you?"

Ping An patted his forehead, "Okay. Many people are here."

Liuyi smiled and shook his head, and handed the camera in his hand to his younger brother, "Take a few more pictures to grandpa and the others."

"No problem." Wu Yi took the camera, "You said how grandma and grandpa spent their new year in a foreign country? Would you also miss us?"

"I will miss us."

"So I don't like to study abroad, it's a pity..."

Liu Yi shook his head slightly, "Let's spend the New Year with our parents first." As for the future arrangements, it is a matter of the future, and there is no need to say it here at home.

The three brothers smiled at each other, then looked at their parents.

Early in the morning on the first day of the first lunar month, the children who had enjoyed the fireworks last night before dawn, so they rushed to knock on the door of Zhang Guoqing courtyard.

They knew that Zhang Wushu, Zhang Wuye's house, the big snowballs in the yard, were filled with red candied haws.

The three Ping An brothers, who had finished their early exercises, came and gave one to one of the children who clawed their hands and shouted Happy New Year and other congratulatory messages.

In the living room, Zhou Jiao also put a few baskets of roasted seeds and nuts, sweets, dried fruits, melon seeds and "miscellaneous" on the kang in accordance with the customs of the village.

Naturally, there is a large plate of frozen pears and frozen persimmons on the ground.

The eldest daughter of Xizi's family leaned on the kang comfortably, looking at the friends who took the gifts, "Mrs. Grandma, will you come back next year?"

Zhou Jiao tugged on the braids of the little girl, "We will send you delicious food if we don't come back for the New Year in the future."

"I'm nine years old. I'm not a child. I don't pay attention to food. If you and Grandpa San come back for the New Year, can you let my uncle and them come back safely?"

"You have to ask them, and they will decide their affairs."

"Three grandma, you are so kind. I want to be the master of my own affairs, but my mother doesn't agree. My dad said I have to grow longer, maybe I can be the master of my own house."

Zhou Jiao squeezed her little face with a smile, how could she be so cute!

After many years, on the night of the first day of the first lunar month, the bonfire was blazing, and the drying yard in Zhangjiacun was filled with a strong smell of meat and bursts of laughter.

The three brothers Zhang Guofu, Zhang Lao Er, and Zhang Guoqing, who got together, looked at the next two generations of the old Zhang family, and sighed once again.

Back then, the three brothers still lived in the old courtyard together...

At that time, Ping An was just born...

Back then, when they were young...

Fortunately, everything is changing. In the past two decades, the relationship between the three brothers has remained the same, and the parents in the distance are still laughing.

After the first day of the first lunar month leisurely, the second day of the lunar month can already start the New Year greetings. Early in the morning, a family of five accompanied Zhang's mother and two elders to visit the two old uncles' house for New Year greetings.

After waiting for the banquet of the old aunt Zhang's grandmother's return to her natal family, the family of five once again brought packing bags, and first went to the provincial capital to pay Zhao Chuanguang their New Year greetings.

Having not accompanied Huang Huimin to have a good chat for so many years, Zhou Jiao naturally had to stay a few more days, but she still couldn't escape to visit the elders for New Year greetings.

Mr. Zhao and the old couple are now very old, and their bodies are not as good as each day. Compared with the wives who have been confused and do not recognize the younger generation, the old man is still very happy that their family has arrived.

It's just this difference. I wonder if we will be separated from each other when we see you next time.

Looking at the sad Zhao Chuanguang, Zhou Jiao could only comfort her godfather a few words, and she didn't know what to do, she couldn't say that she was better than her godmother.

At least his father-in-law, Huang, and the old couple are a big step early to see Marx, right?

She estimated that as soon as she said this, her goddad would knock her to death!

When he paid Zhao Dashan's New Year's greetings the next day, after so many years, Zhou Jiao saw him again, and she felt even more emotional.

Compared to Zhao Chuanguang, who has always been a soldier, Zhao Dashan, who is over 60, is also much older. No longer the handsome uncle in her memory.

The character has not changed.

Also, work and family are happy, and carefree days can't take away his cheerful personality. Only the passage of time cannot stop aging.

Similarly ~www.novelmtl.com~ Cheng Hongli also has white hair. According to her, she still dyed her hair, or she would be white and it would be ugly to stand beside her wife.

After hearing what she said, Zhou Jiao secretly thanked her mother Miao Lishan for so many years of meticulous service by herself, that she became younger and younger, at least not having white hair.

How bad would it be to stand beside her handsome Lao Tzu!

Time is really unforgiving.

When they got together, they talked and laughed, talked and laughed happily, but they couldn't resist Zhou Jiao's inner melancholy. Her mother is not yet sixty, but her dad is over sixty, and the days with her are dwindling.

Zhang Guoqing knew that she was very thoughtful, so the day before returning to Zhangjiacun, he took her out to relax.

In the Northeast during the first month, the most important thing is the festive atmosphere.

Everyone seems to use the festival to drive away the severe cold, and people can be joyously tossing. What kind of big yangko, walking on stilts, two-person turn, how happy you come. There is room for rebirth in the fifties