There Is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Chapter 982

In the canteen, Zhou Jiao had just prepared the food when Zhang Guoqing also came from outside the city.

"Didn't you say wait for me to come and eat together?" After speaking, he stuffed the things in his hand to Zhou Jiao, and nodded to the people at the adjacent dining table.

"What? I thought you ate it."

Zhou Jiao took a look and opened the lunch box. It was a marinated chicken leg and the pork with pickled vegetables underneath.

This guy……

Zhou Jiao gave him a funny look, and ran to buy some more steamed buns.

After washing his hands, Zhang Guoqing came over to take a look. If there were no outsiders not far away, he would almost have a few words. If he hadn't brought his own food, his wife would have become "Commander Tang".

The couple ate while talking about irrelevant topics.

With great difficulty, the colleagues who were front, back, left and right finished eating and said hello and left, Zhou Jiao pushed him.

"Don't worry. Ping'an said that the old man has a strong desire to survive. His body is real, but his mind is sober. Whenever he sees Mom, he holds her hand and won't let go..."

In fact, it was not as calm as Zhang Guoqing said, he just tried to make a long story short.

In other words, although I decided to go there before work this morning, but I don't know how his condition is, so I can't really go to visit the patient before going to work in the hospital.

No matter how you say it, Mr. Lin is also a general with a rank there, and the treatment that belongs to him has not changed. Different from ordinary wards, there are still differences in high-ranking cadre wards.

Therefore, Miao Lishan, grandson and grandson met Lin Aidang who was in a hurry to go to work.

I haven't seen him for many years. This is a different person from the middle-aged man who is always smiling in Ping An's impression. The military uniform is still the military uniform, which is obviously old...

If the other party hadn't just pushed open the door of the ward and saw Miao Lishan calling her sister, he would have guessed that some old man had the guts to burglary.

Time is not forgiving, I am really old, with gray hair all over my head. He remembered that this person was only a little over fifty years old, about the same age as his grandfather.

At this moment, he somewhat understood why Mr. Lin always wanted to win over his grandfather. People leave tea cold, but a toothless tiger is destined to be unable to protect tiger cubs.

"Big sister, why did you come here so early? Didn't you go to work today?" Lin Aidang hurriedly opened the door behind him, stepped back a few steps to let her in.

Suddenly he caught sight of the young man who was following him in his eyes, and immediately realized that this was not the guard of the Zhou family. He was not very old, and after thinking about the familiar face, he shouted in surprise: "This is Xiao Ping'an's friend to him." wrong?"

Ping An smiled slightly and nodded at him.

To be honest, he didn't like each other very much. The childhood memories are too deep, especially when the other party swallowed more than one fucking thing, and even acquiesced to the role swap.

Miao Lishan didn't intend to talk to him, and nodded, "You are going to work, go, I have to go in and sit down for a while and I have to do something."

Lin Aidang thought about the work at work this afternoon, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Then you spend more time with Dad, he has read you several times. Come and sit with him when you are safe, this child is really good-looking."

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Miao Lishan was concerned about Mr. Lin in the back room, but Ping An was too lazy to talk nonsense. If he remembered correctly, his grandma would always go to the rest house several times a month.

Some words are just to fool his grandma, but she is impatient now, why should he pass the ladder to her.

The high-ranking ward is so spacious, but the movement outside will not disturb Mr. Lin, who is sleeping lightly. He immediately shouted, "Shanshan is here? The second child will go to your business first, as long as I have Shanshan, come in quickly." .”

"Big sister, you see that Dad is happy, you take the child in quickly, I only have half a day off in the morning, and I have to go back to the factory, go in quickly."

Once inside, Miao Lishan quickly approached the hospital bed, sizing up the old man's expression, "Dad, what's wrong with you this time? Didn't I tell you to stop meddling and take care of your health?"

Following behind her, Ping An's eyes flickered, and then he looked at Mr. Lin's right hand stretching out to hold Miao Lishan, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hahaha, I'll take care of you when you come. Ping'an, come here and show grandpa. Hey, you really follow your father. I remember the last time I saw you, so tall..." Mr. Lin raised his other hand Bi Bibi, "A while ago your father came to see me, he said that you have grown into a young man, and he really didn't lie to me."

"Great grandfather."

"Good boy! Come and sit here." The old man patted the edge of the bed, "It's not the weekend, why do you want to come and see me? Well, look at what I said..."

Miao Lishan complained in a tone of voice: "Isn't it said that you are hospitalized again?"

Come on, seeing what his grandma still had to say, Ping An moved a stool and placed it next to Miao Lishan for her to sit, and he also hooked a stool to sit next to him according to the old man's wishes.

"Oh, I'm getting old, and this body is like an old machine. It can't do it anymore. Have you heard about your little sister? This child is spoiled, and she used to complain that I favored you. Look at her now... ...Your father can't control her when he's old, but your elder brother can't protect her because he's far away, so what can I worry about?"

Miao Lishan frowned, "She is going to be a grandma soon, how long can you worry about her when you are older? What's the use of thinking about her? Does she not know what stupid things she has done? The doctor said that your heart is not strong enough to be stimulated, and she wants you to die early."

Seeing the old man startled, Ping An almost laughed. No wonder his grandpa said that his grandma's being straightforward has the benefit of being straightforward. Are you sure you won't stab someone to death?

After being startled, Mr. Lin quickly came back to his senses, "Is there any way? I have been in front all my life. I didn't care about you four brothers and sisters in the first half of my life. Now I always want to make up for it. You and your elder brother, I'm not worried, but It's not easy for your second brother and your sister, and I always miss it in my heart."

"Why is it not easy for them? Are you short of food or clothing? You just think too much. It would be nice to play chess and chat with the old buddy when you have time."

"You, you..."

Taking advantage of the gap between his pats on his own hands, Ping An put his hand under the blanket for him and quickly touched his pulse, a sneer flashed in his eyes.

It was interesting to sit there quietly and listen to them talk. The old man's routine is so deep, he said "Your elder brother, your second brother, your younger sister", is this trying to play a subtle role?

There is also this face, which is like his grandfather's doting look on his mother, and his intimate tone, which is familiar, but it is weird no matter how you look at it.

He couldn't imagine how such an old man fought on the front line for his country. Is it really someone who is old and confused? Or are you unwilling to fight after enjoying your rights?

He didn't believe that Lin Liying got close to those people. Even an ignorant young man like him could tell that an old man like him who used to be in a high position would not understand the meaning.

So in the end, who is the inpatient treatment for?

The one above? Or for his grandfather?

Ping An helplessly looked at Miao Lishan who had been frowning. My daughter is nothing more than that, how much sincerity can you get from an outsider?

The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, and I am going to go back to my hometown tomorrow. I am very sorry that I can’t change five times on Sunday. First of all, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

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