Vol 2 Chapter 1023: Go to sea again

The summer is hot, although Zhou Xiaozheng reminds Huang Guodong to find some ice cubes to save his body, but when Zhou Jiao arrives, Grandpa Jiang has already been buried.
As for the reason, Zhou Jiao was speechless.
Probably because Jiangwai Gong's household registration is still in his old unit, the production team leader is worried that he will be brought back to the city for cremation. It is said that the old man once mentioned that he would be buried in the same place as his wife.
With the old man's last words, what can Zhou Jiao do? I heard that the whole village sent the elderly up the mountain, and she took her son from house to house to thank him.
Looking at the empty courtyard, the old man Zeng Gejie looked at her kindly, smiled and told her...but now people are walking out of the building.
Nothing... There is one more kind elder missing in this world.
"Sorry!"
As the production team leader of Santang's uncle, he was a little guilty. The child probably rushed back as soon as he received the telegram, but in the end he couldn't see the last side.
sorrow?
Zhou Jiao was a little sad, but the old man lived alone in the world. Maybe it was a relief to leave, maybe now their family is reunited.
"Oh...then you have time to go to the city to go through the formalities in the past two days. If the people are gone, the old unit should also remind you. There is nothing to do in the team. When you return to the capital, I will let people often go to this yard. Just come over and clean it."
"Thank you Uncle San."
Zhou Jiao didn't refuse the other party's kindness. The old man registered his name in the yard when he was alive, and he was a soldier, but there was no such thing as a occupation.
Originally, she planned to entrust the house to the little beggar who was earlier, but the child is now serving as a company commander, and the future is brighter and unnecessary.
I even thought about adopting a remote house surnamed Jiang to the old man, but remembering some of the ideas that the old man mentioned to her before, I just think about it.
Everything can only wait for people's hearts. When the big development starts here in the future, we will look at the specific situation and do something practical for the two old men. It's still a bit early now.
Sending away the production team leader and the neighbors, Zhou Jiao sat tiredly on the wicker chair, looking at the deserted yard, and was not interested in looking for the old box in the corner of the bedroom.
"Mom, take a break first, and I'll cook dinner."
"You are tired too, wait for me to come."
"It's okay. The grandmother next door gave some steamed buns. I picked some dishes from the backyard and burned them quickly."
Zhou Jiao looked at the back of her grown-up son with satisfaction. When did Ping An's small group be strapped in her arms by her, and now she can actually take care of herself as the main force all the way.
Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed... She still remembers the ignorance when she first came to this era, and now it is all over.
Ping An doesn't have so many thoughts, while picking vegetables, while considering how to take this rare holiday, let his mother relax for a few days.
Grandpa Jiang is gone and stays in the former residence again. It is inevitable that he will be mad about his character. Or tomorrow morning, take her to live in the city on the grounds of doing errands.
He still remembered that before he set off, his dad would just confess that he was responsible for making his mother happy, and that he would be back a few days later, and it would be better to take her to those places in Hangzhou when he had time.
When I returned to the kitchen, I looked at my toiling mother peacefully, "Mom, can't you let me serve you again?"
Zhou Jiao smiled at the words, "I'll talk about it when I get old."
"Then I will make the fire, and you will cook."
Ping An knows that he has a stubborn temper, but even in the evening on such a hot day, it will be sweaty and sticky after a meal. It is easier to cook than to cook.
Zhou Jiao patted him approvingly, but did not refuse.
"Mom, when are you going to go home?"
Zhou Jiao glanced at her son amusedly while cleaning the leaves, "Why? Is there a place to go?"
"I want to stay in the sea market for two days. It's best for my wife to go for a stroll after finishing the work. Every day I am either at home or at the military camp. I forget what the outside world is like."
When Zhou Jiao heard the words, she felt her heart awkward, thinking of her son's sensibility. After having a pair of young sons, she was somewhat negligent towards him, and there was no reason for not agreeing.
"Okay, just have time to take you to revisit the old place and taste delicious."
"Mom, don't forget to go to the junkyard."
Zhou Jiao nodded repeatedly with a smile.
"Mom, do you think we should go to Grandma Zhao's this time?"
"Still not going. They all know that we are here for fun. We can't be outsiders in this month, but we can hide our lives."
The two mothers hugged their owed son, and the other hugged the abducted mother to relax, and muttered to each other. Although their goals were different, they agreed with each other, so the schedule was determined.
Early the next morning, Zhou Jiao packed up the relics left to her by her father. After finishing the village affairs, she took her son to the north with the certificate issued by the production team.
I went to the old company of the old man. With the proof and Zhou Jiao's certificate, things went very smoothly. After hearing some comforting words of sadness and change, the mother and son left the factory.
The old people in the city also left a house for Zhou Jiao, and it is still intact after entering again for so many years. Zhou Jiao estimated that the old man came here after a while.
She has been out of town for many years, and it is impossible to move in, so she directly asks Huang Guodong to move in if he has relatives.
Housing in the sea city has been tight, and even the pavilion can be accommodated in a family. To be honest, Huang Guodong has been helping to take care of the elderly. Zhou Jiao really feels helpless.
If it weren't for the old man who kept claiming that he was the heir, Huang Guodong would be the most appropriate person. Even if he was looking at the face of her dad Zhou Xiaozheng, an old comrade-in-arms, he paid more.
After dealing with the trivial matters of coming to Haicheng this time, the two of Zhou Jiao and Niangs are fine.
"Mom, I remember there is a small restaurant in this side street, his shrimp wonton is the best."
"When you were a kid, you liked his black sesame glutinous rice the most... It was the first time you came here. You still held it in my hand. Your dad took a bite. It was so fragrant that you wrinkled your nose..."
"The crab buns from this restaurant are the most authentic. When you were three years old, you had to eat a cage all at once, and your dad was so scared that he picked you up and walked out. He went to the opposite restaurant to buy you a mask."
"Haha, I remember, it was Monkey King's mask~EbookFREE.me~My dad even lied to me that I would eat too much steamed dumplings, and if I had no money, they wanted me to stay as a son."
"Your dad likes teasing you the most. Wait a minute, I'll take you to the Heping Hotel to see the lights. When you were a kid, he liked the big lamp in the lobby. He also asked the waiter to find out where to buy it. We were still living at that time. My hometown was so scared that my mother hurriedly took him away."
"Hahaha, my dad is really capable of doing this. Look at the lampshades in our three brothers' rooms. He went to find them in many places.
My dad has said that if many things are not in line with national conditions, he would like to put all the good things from the world in our room..."
The Bund, Heping Hotel, Chenghuang Temple...These places Ping An had visited in her childhood, Zhou Jiao brought her son to roam all the way with memories.
With the company of the child, there is less sadness. Birth, old age, sickness and death, she has to accept this natural law, one day, she will leave the children.
I only hope that these memories can be kept in the hearts of the children, so that they know that no matter how impermanent this world is, they are still the treasures of their parents. There is room for rebirth in the fifties