There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Pingan led the old lady Cheng into the door, pointed at Zhou Jiao: Grandma, please help me supervise my mother, don't let her get tired, or I don't want my brother.

Mrs. Cheng saw three people in the living room, no, it should be two people, one was busy climbing up and picking off the curtains, the other was moving and waiting to step on the height, very busy.

She said with a smile: It's okay. Your mother is sitting. Baby, you can also look at what doesn't look good. We changed everything during the New Year's cleaning.

Ping An really suspected that they had found the wrong person. He sneaked a glance at the old lady, and found that her eyes were all on his mother. It seems that his grandfather was right again, asking for help is better than asking for oneself.

The little guy sighed secretly, and rubbed against Zhou Jiao's lap: Mom, you don't love me anymore.

Zhou Jiao, who greeted Mrs. Cheng, immediately scolded with a smile: Nonsense. Didn't Mom and Dad say that you are our favorite eldest son.

Zhang Guoqing stopped and said, Good son, come here, help Dad see if the hanging is just right, and is it crooked?

The old lady Cheng touched his head with a smile: Our favorite will always be our good boy. No matter how many younger brothers and sisters we have in the future, you will always be our favorite good boy.

Pingan Le bent her big eyes, suppressed her happiness with a stern face, and nodded seriously: Grandma, I like you the most too. I'm going to help my father.

Zhang Guoqing looked at his son who came over with airs, feeling a little sour in his heart. From the ecstasy when he learned that he had a younger brother to relying on his wife for not leaving half a step, the little thing lacked a sense of security.

Putting down the things in his hands, he knelt down to pick up the child, kissed the little cheek, This place will be busy soon, dad will take you to the street to buy your favorite firecrackers, okay?

Ping An hugged his neck tightly and shook his head: You can't spend money recklessly if you have a younger brother. He will spend a lot of money. Dad, I will help you raise my younger brother in the future.

Zhang Guoqing was so touched that he touched the top of the child's head, No need. Dad can make money, and he will buy you whatever you want in the future.

Ping An, who was lying on his shoulder, squinted his eyes: I'll forget it. My mother has started knitting sweaters. I'm not stingy. You can also buy it for my brother in the future.

Zhang Guoqing couldn't hear the sour tone. He glared at Zhou Jiao who was busy chatting with the old lady. This silly daughter-in-law is really heartless!

Baby, you have wronged your mother. Your mother is reluctant to give your little sweater to your younger brother, so she knits it. You can use new diapers. Does your mother tell your younger brother to use your old ones in the future?

Hearing this, Ping An looked at Zhou Jiao.

Dad told you a secret. Your mother hid your new clothes, and you wore the old ones for younger brother. In our hearts, you are the best baby.

Ping An turned his head to look at him, and twisted his fingers: You won't dislike me if you have a younger brother, right? Grandpa will still like me the most when he comes back, right?

Little fool. You forgot that your grandpa said that you are the eldest son. Of course he likes you the most. Do you think your grandma loves you the most when she knows your mother has a baby?

Busy with the renovation of the living room, and worried about his son's problem, Zhang Guoqing didn't care about his buddies calling desperately, and found a reason to refuse to go out.

Sending off the old lady Cheng who had been pulling Zhou Jiao to give orders, he winked at his wife and carried his son back to the bedroom. How about outsiders, he can't correct it, but the couple must communicate well to avoid hurting their children's young hearts.

In the study, Zhang Guoqing put his son on his lap and hugged him. When his wife came in, he pointed to the opposite chair and motioned for Zhou Jiao to take a seat.

Zhou Jiao looked at his face, so serious, could something else happen? She stared at Zhang Guoqing: Is there something wrong with the Cheng family?

Zhang Guoqing touched his son's head, shook his head, and signaled her to watch the child.

Zhou Jiao watched the child look at her eagerly, and her heart moved: Does the baby not like younger brothers and sisters? If you don't want it, then mom doesn't want it either.

Ping An quickly shook his head: No, that's my brother.

Zhou Jiao frowned distressedly: But mother seems to feel sorry for Ping An. You see, I can't hug you now, and I can't accompany you to make a snowman and go skating. When my brother is born, he is so young, he must not be as sensible as you. Then mom will spend more time educating him, and spend less and less time with you.

Ping An rolled his dark eyeballs, hesitated for a while, and shook his head: But I want to kiss my brother, everyone has brothers and sisters, but I don't.

Zhou Jiao nodded in agreement: Your dad and I thought the same way at the beginning. No matter how good the other is, there is no sibling who bleeds the same blood as you.

Zhang Guoqing held back his smile and watched his daughter-in-law talking nonsense. Who said that relatives who are related by blood are not necessarily relatives?

Mom, they fight too.

Zhou Jiao nodded with a smile in her eyes: It's very reasonable. It depends on how you educate your younger brother. You will be six years old after the Chinese New Year. Why does your mother wait until you are so old before planning to have another child? Because you can manage Live with him, and after two years, your parents will go to work, and your younger brother will be your responsibility.

Zhang Guoqing explained from the side: When we go to work, you will be seven or eight years old. At that time, your younger brother is only one or two years old. You can teach him to speak and teach him the truth. He can't fight with you when he is young, he can only listen to you .Without parents, he can also play with you, you are not alone.

Ping An is a smart child, and nodded slightly following their words.

Zhou Jiao continued to work hard: When your father was young, your uncle loved your father very much. If you ask your father to tell you about his three brothers, you will understand what a real brother is.

Zhang Guoqing, who took over, looked at his son's serious attitude, thought for a while and began to describe the kindness his elder brothers and sisters treated him when he was a child.

In the end, as his memory became clearer, he also began to talk about his second brother and second sister, interspersed with his own thoughts between brothers and sisters.

From childhood to adulthood, the bits and pieces of the past twenty years unfolded with Zhang Guoqing's narration, and Zhou Jiao stood up and left quietly.

She worried that she would transfer negative energy to her son again, making the little man as deeply wary of human nature as she was.

No matter what the topic is, she can pass on one or two experiences to her son, but when it comes to the relationship between her sons in the future, she can only pretend to be deaf and dumb and choose to escape.

For the injured Zhou Jiao, all siblings are fake. For thousands of years, brotherly love is always less than brotherly love.

In a person's life, from opening his eyes ignorantly to growing up, following the temptation of the outside world, and then getting married separately, the former blood brothers and sisters have become selfish and self-seeking. Where is the deep brotherhood, if there is, how many people just give and don't ask for anything in return.

Standing in the yard, Zhou Jiao's thoughts surged, and she subconsciously touched her stomach. She can only try not to be partial and educate the children well, and the future can only be discussed in the future.