There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

After the Slight Heat, the summer season really begins. The millet, millet and soybeans in the field have been shoveled two or three times, and the ridges are about to be sealed. The corn and sorghum have also sprouted and began to grow wildly.

Hearing that many vegetables in her backyard in the village are ripe for harvest, Zhou Jiao dare not bring her son back to the village.

It is the father's fault to raise and not teach. The teacher is lazy if the teaching is not strict. If the child does not learn, it is not suitable. If the young does not learn, what is the old man doing?

For the sake of the children, Zhou Jiao is now working hard, and finally drew two children's drawing and literacy pictures.

Since the child is precocious and his strength is different from ordinary people, she should educate and train him in advance.

For children to learn to control power. She spends two hours every afternoon playing with the child in mud or tofu, using fruits and toys of different hardness and softness to demonstrate over and over again in a soft voice, guiding him to do it.

In order for the child to understand what she said, she spoke simple words endlessly every day, repeatedly demonstrated her movements, and guided him to understand body movements.

Even in order to make the child feel safe, she often faces the flames in the stove, deliberately reaching in and screaming; she will prick the bleeding point with a needle and make a fake cry.

After a lot of hands-on work, I finally watched the child easily hold the tofu with moderate strength and never let it break; watched the child shake his head when he saw the sharp things like scissors; watched the child speak words more and more Clear, learn more monosyllabic words.

Zhou Jiao knew that all her hard work was not in vain.

On the street for the last time, after Zhou Jiao closed her mouth again with gestures, the mother and son went out for a stroll, the child opened his mouth, she signaled for him to shut up quickly, and only shouted Niu when he got home.

At that moment she couldn't help but shed tears. With tears in her eyes, the child touched her face, and her heart ached even more.

Zhou Jiao didn't know whether this kind of education was good or bad, but she couldn't and didn't want people to notice the child's intelligence before the child turned one year old. The safety of her children has become her only luxury.

This afternoon, Zhou Jiao accompanied her son, tossed and turned in her mind for a long time, and finally made up her mind.

She wants to take her son for a walk around the nearby cities before August, so that he can experience when to keep silent and when to be unscrupulous.

During working hours, Zhang Guoqing was very busy, very busy, Zhou Jiao hadn't seen him during the day for a long time except going home to eat and sleep at night.

On weekends, Zhang Guoqing was even busier, busy getting up early and late to reap the joy of a good harvest. Zhou Jiao hadn't seen him on weekends for a long time.

One weekend, when Zhang Guoqing was driving an ox cart home from the village ahead of schedule, he saw that Bian Sanlun had been driven away by Zhou Jiao. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, secretly glad that his wife wanted to leave and knew that he was taking the child out for a walk. .

After moving his things happily, he drove the ox cart back to the village.

Daming City, the famous lotus pond. A pool of lotus flowers is in full bloom, and there are bursts of fragrance from far and near.

At this moment, Zhou Jiao was holding her braces in front of her, pointing at the lotus in Ping An's arms, and she was explaining in a soft voice.

The passing passengers and pedestrians stopped from time to time and looked at the mother and child beside the lotus with a smile.

Where the son points, she goes.

When the time came, Zhou Jiao's mother and son happily went to the distance and took three rounds.

Flying all the way close to the countryside, after asking the fellow villagers for directions, they parked the car at the depository.

Follow the dirt road to a sandy field.

A fellow villager was surprised to see Zhou Jiao, and learned that she came from the provincial capital to buy watermelons and melons. He looked at Zhou Jiao strangely.

If it was the first time seeing Zhou Jiao at this moment, she would definitely not recognize her. The black and yellow complexion covered the original beauty, and the two thick black long braids were tied with red ropes.

The fellow scolded the prodigal wives secretly in their hearts, and they only cared about their mouths, but they didn't clean up the children properly.

The honest fellow finally took her to the village captain.

After some negotiation, two ox carts continuously pulled watermelons from the village to the tree on the main road.

A car passed by, and the driver looked curiously at the village women selling watermelons with their children in their arms.

Occasionally a car stopped to ask the price, Zhou Jiao smiled and shook her head. She was afraid that it would not be enough, how could she sell it.

Half an hour passed, and seeing no cars passing by, she looked around, resolutely put away all the watermelons, and walked quickly with the child in her arms.

Back in the town, Zhou Jiao started to drive towards the corner road again, riding a tricycle close to the provincial capital.

A section of dirt road passed by, and Ping An in his arms giggled due to the bumps.

This time Zhou Jiao found a kind-hearted aunt, and followed her around to collect fruits and vegetables, but she didn't dare to ask for eggs. Once you purchase something purchased by ticket, other people's eyes will be different.

After collecting a cart, there are two bamboo baskets hanging behind it. The village woman Zhou Jiao was so bold and high-spirited all the way through the villages every few villages.

At the end again, look at the dart in front.

Zhou Jiao gestured to her son whether to go forward or backward. Seeing him blinking and staring at her, she pointed to the front again—to play, and to the back—Dad.

The child immediately pointed to the back.

It made Zhou Jiao laugh out loud, and kissed her several times.

The next day when Zhang Guoqing went to work, Zhou Jiao drove out of the county again in a side three-wheeler.

Seeing the intersection ahead, she pulled over and stopped to communicate with her son in her arms.

She pointed in the direction of the provincial capital, whispering softly about playing and eating, while gesticulating, making the child shake his head.

Sigh... Not to mention the child, she also lost interest in the successive pasts in that direction.

After thinking about it, Zhou Jiao stared at the left direction and looked at her watch——Fight it!

She said water again, gestured in a wave shape, and took a bath. Sure enough, her son, a little genius, pointed to the left and giggled, said water, and let's go.

In order to let her son know the difference between water and sea, Zhou Jiao stopped and asked all the way, taking shortcuts, and the bumpy road allowed the child to sleep peacefully.

At eleven o'clock at noon, she lifted the blanket and laughed dumbfoundedly. Seeing the child rubbing his eyes, she hurriedly took out a warm towel to wipe off his little face, and handed him the bottle.

After drinking a bottle of milk, the mother and son finally arrived at Lao Wang's house selling crabs before twelve o'clock.

When Lao Wang came out and saw Zhou Jiao, he glanced behind her and was quite frightened.

Zhou Jiao made an excuse - there was a relative in the village below, and after the time passed, she would go back with him.

After some conversation, Zhou Jiao still asked him to prepare crabs and other seafood, which she really couldn't take away.

How does it feel to face the sea in summer? Zhou Jiao didn't know that her son's giggling at this moment made her feel soaring.

A large piece of oiled paper was laid out on the beach. The mother and son built a castle and pushed the castle.

The candies presented by Zhou Jiao made the children happily take out various conch shells and play the chant.

Ping An's attention was quickly attracted by the cries of seagulls and the little crabs running around on the beach. He pulled Zhou Jiao and pointed to go.

Zhou Jiao supported him with both hands, watching him move slowly and quickly step by step, watching him angrily grabbing the sand and throwing it at the detached little crab.

She smiled slightly. I want to say more: children, there will be more and more things in the future that you can't have as you like. Just like at this moment, you don't have the strength to run, so you can't. Even if he vented his anger again, the things he left still left. So children, grow up slowly and have the ability, so that you can have a safe life.

Zhou Jiao's thoughts were interrupted by her son's actions. She watched her son look at her little hand with surprise on his face, grabbing the sand again, and the sand slipped from his hand again.

Facing the child looked at her, waiting for her to explain. This time Zhou Jiao didn't speak, she stretched out her hand to gently hold a handful of sand, and after a while, she fell down with her backhand. Reach out and grab a handful, hold it tightly, and gradually the sand becomes less and less, leaving a small handful of sand in the palm of your hand.

Watch the child lower his head and start repeatedly trying to grab the sand. She sat on the beach, hugged him on her lap, and just looked at Ping An silently.

After a long time, maybe Ping An understands that the more he wants to hold on to something, the easier it is to lose it. Maybe he still doesn't understand why the thing he holds tightly will betray him and leave in the end.

Zhou Jiao thought that maybe the older the child, the more helpless he would feel.

Seeing that he was about to start a new game, Zhou Jiao smiled, supported him silently, and accompanied him.

Zhou Jiao's mother and son repeated the game over and over again. When the child was tired from playing, she started feeding complementary food and drinking milk while no one was around.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhou Jiao picked him up and told him that it was time to go back to find his father.

What is a family relationship of flesh and blood, this is - Ping An looked at the sea, talking and walking.

Seeing his reluctant face, Zhou Jiao secretly collected two large buckets of seawater, two large buckets of sand, starfish, and conch. She hopes that the children can happily see the sea and the beach at home.

On the return journey, with two big baskets of crabs and one basket of seafood caught in the sea, Zhou Jiao set off again valiantly and vigorously.

At this moment, Zhang Guoqing in the county was going crazy with anxiety.

Going home in the morning to get the documents, he found that his wife and son were not at home. He didn't care, thinking he was out shopping.

At noon, he deliberately postponed the invitation of colleagues, and found that his wife and son were not at home, and he didn't care, thinking that he was going out to play and forgot the time.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, he went home again and found that his wife and son were still not at home, so he couldn't care less.

Zhang Guoqing finally found out that his wife and son had gone out into the world. He tried hard to recall, and began to look for traces along the yard and the room.

After a long time, he had to admire his wife. If it wasn't for the lack of gasoline, I wouldn't be able to find a clue.

After returning to work and asking for leave, he rode a bicycle around the county to find a wife.

As the sun set and the sky got later and later, Zhang Guoqing went from angry to panic, prayed to all the gods he could know, and gradually became discouraged.

Standing on the street and looking at the main road, he began to wonder if he had been kidnapped? But it's impossible, his Jiaojiao is not a fool, and the drug that he carries with him can fascinate a thousand people.

The familiar sound of Bian Sanlun came from far away, Zhang Guoqing shook his head with a wry smile, and felt hallucinations again. Immediately he froze.

With the sound getting closer, he woke up and vowed to tie the two girls with a rope.

Looking at the bright smile that became clearer and clearer, he closed his eyes. After all, he was too busy, so it's fine to come back, and it's fine to come back safe and sound.

Zhou Jiao stuck out her tongue, and smirked at him ingratiatingly.

It was night, Zhou Jiao swore again and again that she would definitely tell him where to go next time she went out, so she escaped the last catastrophe.