There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

No shot in 1929, walk on the ice in 3949.

While the old man huddled at home or leaned against the wall to bask in the sun, the children nearby were playing like crazy. Within two days of coming here, Ping An has already made many friends.

No matter how cold it is, it can't stop the children running wildly at the entrance of the alley. It's even worse when it snows, from snowball fights at the entrance of the alley to skiing after the snow has been trampled. Before dinner time in the evening, Zhou Jiao couldn't see the child.

With the help of these children, their family quickly integrated into the Hutong family. With the various skating gadgets that Zhang Guoqing, who is still a child at heart, started to tinker with, within a week, the neighbors in the neighborhood would shout when they met each other. Even Zhou Jiao, who has been recuperating with her body, often received a small plate of appetizers soaked in jujube, a piece of sauerkraut or something.

Before dawn, Zhang Guoqing began to exercise around the moat again, greeted and chatted with the familiar old men, and ran back slowly.

Passing by a restaurant, he lined up to buy a few deep-fried dough sticks and was about to leave when a man wrapped up like a bear with two pairs of eyes exposed stopped in front of him, staring at the fried dough sticks in his hand obsessively.

Zhang Guoqing was not reluctant, he believed that if he gave it away casually, it would definitely attract criticism. These days, every meal is a life-saving product, let alone deep-fried dough sticks.

He took the initiative to avoid it and walked to the side, but he couldn't bear it after walking a few steps. Looking at the figure just now, it should be an old man. Anyone who has lived a long time and is not poor will look for alms.

If his own family is short of food, he can't pretend to be kind for his wife and son. Sighing, Zhang Guoqing turned his head to look at the man, and saw him following behind him.

Zhang Guoqing looked at it twice in surprise, saying that there are many old and young men and daughters-in-law in the queue, why did they pick him at a glance? Could it be that the word good man is engraved on his face?

Seeing him stop, the round ball quickly rolled forward a few steps. The corners of Zhang Guoqing's eyes twitched, and he was really worried that the other party would fall.

What are you looking at, it's me, you're the only one who's blind?

Zhang Guoqing immediately widened his eyes, the voice was too familiar. Even in the past few months, there may have been only one time when he was willing to be taken advantage of.

Old man, you...

Pulling down the scarf with one hand, the old face revealed is not the old man who touched porcelain last time. Seeing that Zhang Guoqing recognized him, the old man immediately changed his attitude and snorted arrogantly.

On a deadly cold day, seeing the old man wearing a light padded jacket, Zhang Guoqing can still be familiar with him: Can I treat you to breakfast?

That's about the same. If you don't respect the old and love the young, you will regret it. Hurry up and lead the way, and we'll talk at your house.

Seeing him talking to himself, Zhang Guoqing smiled. This old man doesn't know who he is, but he seems to have a clear understanding of his family background.

There was a whistling sound from the north, and it felt like a needle prick in the face. Zhang Guoqing didn't feel much about being young and strong, but this old man with no malice didn't have much to wear.

He didn't open his mouth along the way, trying to avoid icy places on the ground and take him home early.

His subconscious action made the old man behind him smile, staring at his back, nodding and shaking his head from time to time.

Zhang Guoqing opened the courtyard door, walked around the screen wall, and saw his son was already galloping in front of the main house, braving the cold wind. He didn't bother the child either, and knocked on the window outside the west room: Daughter-in-law, there are guests at home.

In the blink of an eye, the old man looked back and forth around Ping An, and saw that the child, except for looking at him at the beginning, ignored him the whole time and just strode forward.

The old man became unhappy, and began to think: What a fool, a big fool gave birth to a little fool. If you don't lie down in bed to keep warm in the cold weather, you can do nothing but toss around.

Ping An smiled at him and immediately closed his eyes.

Oh, you're not stupid. Come on, come on, talk to me about how old you are? How many years have you practiced? Is your breathing a secret?

After Zhang Guoqing got Zhou Jiao's response, he heard these words when he came to them, one big and one small, and he couldn't laugh or cry. This guy is really good at it, and he can figure out his son's mind training method just by looking at it.

What a strange man! I don't know if being targeted by the other party is a blessing or a curse?

Old man, let's go to the study and sit down and drink a cup of hot water to warm up. We can have breakfast in a while.

The old man waved his hand: Don't disturb me, I am having a good chat with this little guy.

Zhang Guoqing rolled his eyes speechlessly. How boring you are, talking nonsense with your eyes open. If it weren't for the fact that the other party didn't have any malicious intentions, he would have suspected that he was following to snatch his son.

...The third breath is too hard to hurt the lungs, and the frequency needs to be changed in different seasons throughout the year....Teach your bastard whether he can distinguish between old and young...Yes, smart, hold down the dantian breath, and slowly Spit it out, pinch and count to ten... cycle back and forth, and wait for a deep breath at the beginning...

Zhang Guoqing unknowingly followed his advice and experience.

The old man glanced at him: Big fool, how old are you?

Zhang Guoqing laughed dumbfounded after being scolded.

I'm good, right? Don't think that I don't know martial arts, but these are just farts. It's not your fault to eat your bowl of noodles, right?

That's right, you always look like an expert.

Stop flattering. I don't know where the old bastard came from, eating and drinking.

How is it possible? Don't blame me.

That's fine, I won't go anymore.

ah?

Ah what. Let me say that you are not sincere. I am pitiful. I don't have a drop of blood. It is better to let me die early and reincarnate...

Ping An was surprised to see the old man's sudden face change. Who is this person? what happened?

Old man, I will pay for you!

The bad old man turned around immediately when he heard the words, and saw a little girl standing behind him with a smile, her eyes lit up. Finally waiting for the Lord!

Is this true?

Zhou Jiao looked at him with a smile: Didn't you know it already?

Do you know who I am?

Zhou Jiao shook her head: Never met. But you always have the fragrance of medicine on your body, and you can point out the shortcomings of children's mentality at once. You are not a medical family, but you are also a famous doctor.

Hearing the words, the old man walked around Zhou Jiao: Is it true that you have a photographic memory as rumored outside?

Zhou Jiao's eyes flashed: It's exaggerated, it's barely a little better than ordinary people's memory.

As soon as her words fell, her right hand was immediately grabbed by the other party, and she was just about to resist subconsciously, when she suddenly saw the other party observing her fingers, she frowned to hold back the discomfort.

It's a pity, the Huang family's acupuncture and moxibustion was also a masterpiece back then, and there was no successor. The old man shook his head repeatedly and sighed.

Zhou Jiao withdrew her hand, spread her hands, glanced at the old man: Listen to the accent, you say you are from Bashu, who are you?

Zhang Guoqing tugged at her, stretched out his palm to the old man to ask him to move, and said with a smile, It's cold outside, let's talk in the living room.

Zhou Jiao glanced at the two people who left, and patted her son's head: It's time, let's stop here today. Normally, the child would still punch, so she had scruples, and she didn't want her son to expose too much.