There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Three days passed in the blink of an eye...

In the early hours of the morning, the street lights were still on. Amidst the flying snowflakes, Zhou Jiao hugged her three sons in turn and watched them salute and leave.

When she came to this world, she had always felt that winter was extremely cold. Only this year did she realize that there was another kind of cold, unprecedented, and it was cold to the depths of her heart.

This morning, she sent off her sons who were going to war with laughter.

Tears?

Tears are the foundation of sorrow.

Even if her nose was sore and she wanted to scream and vent her heart, she didn't want them to worry about her outside, which was even more unlucky.

Her son will definitely return in triumph with her blessings!

Zhou Jiao worked hard to devote herself to the new year, replacing her inner anxiety with busyness, but in the dead of night, what she crazily remembered was every bit of the children's life since they were young.

Zhou Xiao was busy, and Zhang Guoqing was not inferior to him.

Zhou Jiao no longer remembers how many times she has met them recently. Occasionally when she comes back late at night, there is no one there the next day, and there are quite a lot of notes.

On New Year's Eve this year, a family of seven lived in separate places. Even Miao Lishan was too busy to go home at noon. In Aunt Chen's words, it was a good thing she was there to accompany Zhou Jiao.

Zhou Jiao didn't know if her mother had a premonition that the children had gone to the front line. She didn't say anything, and she didn't take out the family letter specially prepared by the three Ping An brothers.

During the past few days when thousands of families were reunited, the courtyard was filled with silence. It seemed that even the sound of firecrackers used by young children could not dispel the heaviness in the atmosphere.

On the day of Powu, Zhang Guoqing took her instructions and set off with the army in the early morning just like the three Ping An brothers.

The troops have an order in advance. From the first level of combat readiness, no one is allowed to write home letters to prevent the leakage of military secrets.

After they left, as a military relative, Zhou Jiao knew that in the days of waiting, she might only get occasional news from her father.

In this forty-nine city, except for her parents, her most important people in the world have rushed to the front line. I wonder what the point of her staying here is.

As soon as the Lantern Festival was over, a commentary article titled Is It Tolerable, Which Is Not Tolerable was published, which shocked the whole of China.

Also starting at 4:30 a.m. that day, our country's troops gathered on the border formally launched self-defense counterattacks from the two southern provinces against enemy forces that invaded the country's territory.

On this day, the outside world was bustling with excitement, but after Miao Lishan returned home from work, she could no longer hold on and passed out on the floor of the living room.

After I pinched him awake, he went back to his room. He didn't let me call the hospital. Go and have a look. He didn't say a word and didn't even drink any porridge.

Don't alarm my dad.

Zhou Jiao, who hurried back, finished her instructions and opened the door without bothering to talk to Aunt Chen. Facing her mother who was lying on the bed with a wet pillow towel, how should she comfort her?

She wants to cry too!

Zhou Jiao took off her coat and shoes and went to bed. She hugged her tightly and gently patted her mother who closed her eyes. The only thing she kept saying over and over again was: It's okay, it's okay...

Not only to comfort the grieving mother, but also to comfort myself.

Miao Lishan hugged her back, burying her shoulders and letting out bursts of suppressed cries.

Tears slid down Zhou Jiao's neck, making her eyes red. She couldn't cry! Never cry! Her lover, her son is still fine!

Miao Lishan fell into sleep after being tired from crying.

Zhou Jiao looked at her frowning eyebrows and sighed quietly.

In fact, on the day Zhang Guoqing set off, her mother should have already known about it, right? While I tossed and turned and stayed up all night, my parents suffered less than I did.

Next is a tough battle, she must withstand it!

After regaining her composure, Zhou Jiao tiptoed out of bed. After taking her pulse, she tucked in the quilt, rubbed her face vigorously, and left the room.

Aunt Chen looked at Zhou Jiao who was lost in the yard, sighed secretly, turned around and went back to the kitchen. When she came out again, she brought a bowl of porridge and pushed her.

Hurry up and drink. You have to support this family and stabilize the rear so that Xiao Wu and the others won't worry. Don't worry, they will be fine even if others have trouble.

Whose children are like our children who can start practicing martial arts at a little age and go to the army training since they are young? Others will have some skin and injuries. Are they fine every time they go home?

Aunt Chen carefully raised the bowl with one hand and held her hand with the other, Look at Mr. Cheng, he was able to kill a lot of little devils with just one or two moves back then. Do you think he was fine at all?

If you look at Mr. Tan again, the eldest son he trained with his own hands is said to be the successor of some kind of boxing, and he can't pass five moves under Xiao Wu and his son.

Zhou Jiao twitched her lips and forced out a smile.

Aunt Chen put the bowl in her hand and continued: Good people are rewarded. God sees how many people you have saved over the years. Don't worry, the chief will not let anything happen to them.

In the past, Aunt Chen would have known how many people the Zhou family had supported and rescued in the past twenty years, but since the second half of last year, people often came to thank her, more or less, and she came to her senses as soon as she thought about it.

Zhou Jiao finished a bowl of rice porridge, looked south again, and nodded slowly: She had to go through this day, and she had to keep an eye on the rear for them.

When Miao Lishan woke up, her spirits were a little sluggish, but after reading the letters left for her by the three Ping An brothers, she finally drank a bowl of porridge.

That night, Zhou Xiao was inside Dahongmen and still hadn't returned.

During the short phone call, the mother and daughter unanimously chose to pretend to be deaf and mute, not wanting him to be distracted by his family again.

Although Zhou Xiaozheng has been busy with official duties recently and has very little time to see each other, but the recent big event is such a big thing, he will not be less stressed than them.

During this period, Zhang's father and mother, Zhang Lao'er, from his hometown in Northeast China, accompanied by Zhang Laoer, made a phone call home. It was said that Zhang Guoqing's work phone could not be reached.

Zhou Jiao, who was exhausted mentally and physically, did not pay attention to these details. She no longer had the energy to take care of the elderly couple, so she chose to hide it.

Sometimes I don't know and don't have to suffer. How could I not always be blessed?

This home seems to have remained unchanged, but there is something different in the end.

In addition to going to work, Miao Lishan began to spend all her time reading a few scriptures. She prayed and recited scriptures whenever she had time. She also decided to eat vegetarian food until her children came back.

It is said that this was a trick given to her by Mrs. Cheng.

Zhou Jiao didn't stop her.

Although I think it's a little weird for her mother to start praying to gods and Buddhas at such a young age, it's better to have something to support her soul and not be at a loss, which is better than just thinking randomly all day long.

A week later, Zhou Jiao took the vacation she had saved, emptied more than half of the inventory in the space, packed it into the other two sheltered basements of the old house, and returned home.

Facing Miao Lishan who came home from get off work, Zhou Jiao finally said what she wanted to say most for a while: Mom, I want to leave for a while.