Winter of 1963
Four Nine City, South Luogu Alley.
Zhang Ping 'an woke up from his bed and opened his eyes to look at the roof.
Feeling the softness of the bedding under her, she could still hear the sound of horns and shouts.
That's right.
He was a retired soldier.
To be exact,
He was a retired soldier who had served in the army for five years and had achieved third-class merit.
A few days ago,
He returned home in a rickety green train.
Two days and one night, from the south to the north.
When she reached home, it was already 9:30 p. m. last night.
Winter in the city of Sijiu,
The sky would turn dark at four in the afternoon and completely dark at six, so it was considered very late at 9:30.
After he came back, he washed his feet and fell asleep.
I slept until now.
Zhang Ping 'an turned to look out of the lattice window.
She saw a voluptuous figure wearing a sky-blue cashmere jacket walking toward her house.
A few minutes later,
The door was pushed open, and a crisp and pleasant voice sounded,
"Grandma Zhang, lend me your house's sleeve…Ah..."
Before he could finish,
Only then did she realize that the person in the room was not Grandma Zhang, and the woman's voice stopped abruptly.
Zhang Ping 'an lifted the blanket and got out of bed. He found a needle in the drawer and handed it over.
"Sister Ezi, is this it?"
That's right.
The mushroom head beauty who barged in without knocking,
It was Xu Damao's wife, Lou Xiao'e.
Zhang Ping 'an had not been home for a few years.
The Zhang family had always only had Grandma Zhang. Otherwise, Lou Xiao'e, a woman, could not enter the house directly.
She took the needle, smiled awkwardly, and lowered her head.
Who knew that when she looked down, she happened to see the bulge in Zhang Ping 'an's long johns.
"Hiss, so big... Ah, no…thank you... Rest well, I'll leave immediately..."
After saying that, she turned around and left without waiting for Zhang Ping 'an to say anything.
Zhang Ping 'an felt a little inexplicable.
She looked down and understood. She smiled.
Since he couldn't sleep, he would get up.
He got out of bed, opened the door, and walked out to the courtyard.
This was a three-door courtyard house.
It was divided into the front yard, the middle yard, and the backyard.
His family lived in the main house in the backyard. There were three main houses, and two of them belonged to the Zhang family.
There was also a deaf old lady who lived in the other room.
The "three noes" in the city referred to people who had no ability to work, no source of income, and no legal support, similar to the rural five-guarantee households.
The two rooms in the east wing were occupied by Xu Damao and Lou Xiao'e.
The two rooms in the west wing were Liu Haizhong's house.
That's right, this was a world filled with Siheyuan.
Zhang Ping 'an was a transmigrator.
When he transmigrated, it was 1953.
At that time, this body was only thirteen years old and was still a junior high school student.
After staying in this world for a long time, he could be considered to have made a few close friends.
Later,
When she was eighteen, she graduated from high school.
His father, Zhang Heping, was afraid that he would cause trouble, so he sent him to join the army.
Now was the time to come back.
His father had passed away in 1962, leaving only his grandmother, who was in her eighties.
When his father died, he was fighting the Elephant Kingdom in the south and did not come back.
His father's funeral was organized by his younger brothers.
Zhang Ping 'an wasn't like other transmigrators who had no feelings for the original owner's family.
When he transmigrated, he was still a teenager.
She had lived with her father and grandmother for a few years and had deep feelings for them.
He felt guilty for not coming home for his father's funeral, but he had no regrets.
After all, it was an emergency during the war
She gathered her thoughts and saw Grandma carrying a bucket of water.
Stepping on the snow, he staggered over from the moon gate. He hurriedly went up to him and took the bucket.
"Why didn't you call me when the bucket was so full?”
"Why did I call you? You're so tired from the train ride, why don't you take a rest?”
When Grandma spoke, her voice was still a little breathless.
Zhang Ping 'an carried the bucket in one hand and supported his grandmother with the other as they walked home.
She entered the door.
Grandma picked up the bamboo kettle and poured some water into the basin.
Then, he scooped a ladle of cold water from the bucket that Zhang Ping had placed and mixed it in.
"Alright. Go ahead!"
Zhang Ping 'an washed his face and rubbed it with soap.
Grandma Madam Zhang stood at the side and looked at her lovingly. She was still nagging,
"You must be tired after taking such a long train ride, right? Hurry up and wash up. After you're done, eat chicken stewed with mushrooms..."
"That mushroom was sent over by your second uncle from the northeast. It's a top-grade hazel mushroom…"
Grandma was from the northeast.
After he was released, he was brought to Beijing by his father and stayed here.
Although he had lived here for decades, his accent had not changed.
Zhang Ping 'an had an uncle in his hometown in Northeast China, and his only aunt was far away in Guangdong Province.
According to the rules of the northeast, the old son would provide for the old age.
Even though her old son, Zhang Ping 'an's father, had passed away, her grandmother had not left the city to return to her hometown.
In her words,
If I leave, what if I come back safely from the army?
Who would manage his life and arrange his marriage?
After washing his face, Zhang Ping 'an followed Grandma into the house.
This room was a brick bed, which his father had specially built for his grandmother back then.
There was a pot of chicken mushroom stew on the table, next to which were big white steamed buns, scattered baskets, porridge, and pickled vegetables.
"Why are you eating so much so early in the morning?" Zhang Ping 'an was surprised.
"I'm willing!" Grandma said proudly.
Zhang Ping 'an smiled. He knew that his grandmother had prepared a welcoming banquet for him.
Zhang Ping 'an wanted to help Grandma up the brick bed, but Grandma did not hesitate to shake him off.
"What are you doing? I'm still young. Do I need someone to help me up on the brick bed?”
Then, he said,
He took off his shoes, nimbly climbed onto the kang, and sat cross-legged by the table.
Seeing this, Zhang Ping 'an smiled and climbed onto the bed.
The two of them sat opposite each other. Zhang Ping 'an did not take his chopsticks.
First, he poured a cup of wine for Grandma, then he poured a cup for himself. The two of them clinked glasses.
Grandma was a drinker, so she had to drink two taels every meal.
After drinking the wine, Zhang Ping 'an grabbed a big white steamed bun and took a bite. Then, he began to wolf it down.
Grandma watched as he ate happily and began to smile. As she smiled, the corners of her eyes became wet…
"My eldest grandson has suffered a lot in the past few years…"
"No, I just couldn't eat on the train. I was hungry.”Seeing that Grandma was starting to stir up emotions, Zhang Ping 'an hurriedly stopped her.
Eat and drink to your heart's content
Zhang Ping 'an cleaned up the dishes and walked to the kitchen to wash them.
He had just washed a bowl when he realized that there was a small red mole the size of a green bean on his left middle finger.
"What is this?"
He touched the small mole with one hand.
In the next second,
A small wooden door appeared in front of him from the void.
Zhang Ping 'an's eyes flashed. With a thought, he found where he was.
It had changed.
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